#also is mainly an excuse to talk about my bird

[redbulltropical]

mcr as birds cuz why not

Frank: magpie

Got a purple/blue hue to them. Sorta iridescent and fancy. You could probably make a connection there to Frank having tattoos.

They are Fucking Loud and they will shout at you.

Fucking steal shit. All the time. Not even just food they just take stuff.

Will bully literally every other animal in it’s vicinity.

They eat literally everything - including other bird’s eggs and chicks which is like. Probably a better choice than half the shit I’ve seen Frank post on instagram.

Ray: red kite

Gentle (sorta) giants

isn’t uncommon to see them being bullied by corvids - particularly magpies.

Loooooong boys with a five foot wing span. Pretty much dwarfs all other birds in the areas they live in.

Very smart opportunists.

Also just look at that guy. Tell me that’s not Ray.

Mikey: dunnock

Largely solitary bird 

Wary in nature

The easiest way to spot them is by their “nervous shuffling movements”

Also look at the eggs they lay cuz it’s just. Yeah. That’s it. Mikey lays eggs and those are them.

Tiny little freaks.

Gerard: budgerigar 

Woohoo! The first bird on the list not native to the uk.

Anyone who’s ever had a budgie will know that they are small but they are fucking loud. As I type this I can hear mine downstairs talking to himself. 

I cannot express how much these birds are fucking drama queens. These bitches will spend literally all day preening themselves.

Flock animals. Live in massive flocks in the wild, love the company of other birds and people and will get very emotionally attached to them.

Autistic ass bird. Straight up will adopt weird as hell routines when kept in captivity.

Bonus round: my weird ass bird.

Is terrified of cameras. Will literally not let me take a decent picture of him.

I know I said budgies were a Gerard thing but he honestly just gives me Way brother vibes in general.

Inexplicably in love with his disco ball??

Will literally only eat green vegetables. Broccoli, cucumber, green chilli peppers, green bell peppers. Sure why not. But god forbid you give him red bell pepper.

Will shout at me if I don’t change his food at the right time.

Waits until I’ve changed his water so it’s nice and fresh and then immediately launches himself into it and takes a bath.

Has to have his cage covered with a blanket at night. Will shout at me if I forget.

For literally no reason, will chirp when I wave my fingers in front of him.

Will scream back at you if you scream.

Might be evil?? Idk. He giggles when bad things happen.

Literally an autism creature.

[slytherhys]

A Case of Punctuality

A/N: As per usual, I'm quite late on posting this oneshot but I thought we needed a celebration either way so here it goes: a smutty elriel oneshot in honour of all the wonderful things we've discovered since friday. I truly hope this filthy, blush-inducing smutty oneshot is enough to thank you all for being so patient with me. ;)

TW: Explicit sexual content; explicit language; very much not El*cien friendly

Word count: ± 4K words | You can also find this story on AO3!

Elain checked the time once again, trying her best not to fidget where she sat between a rigid Lucien and an oblivious Feyre. She couldn’t say she loved these poorly executed attempts at setting them up, but she could hardly complain when her sister’s intentions were nothing but pure (even if she couldn’t say the same thing about her husband’s). Still, Elain couldn’t bring herself to pretend she cared for the company she was being forced to keep.

Lucien, for his part, seemed as thrilled as she felt. Beyond his obvious discomfort, Nesta had been glaring at the back of his side for the bigger part of the night, watching his every move as if ready to strike at the slightest jerk of a knee. Elain almost pitied the male. In any other scenario Elain would’ve hated Nesta’s attention, but truth be told, no matter how hypocritical it was, she couldn’t help but appreciate her sister’s overbearing control. Mainly as Lucien cleared his throat, turning his body towards her once again.

“Have you been doing well, then?” He cleared his throat again. “Here in Velaris?”

It was a variation of all his previous questions, really. Are you liking the Town House? Is your occupation making you happy? Have you made friends? Elain couldn’t accuse him of not trying, but he seemed as interested in her answers as she was in his questions. Neither of them wanted to be there, next to each other. Elain knew exactly where she wanted to be, and by the longing looks Lucien kept sending the door, she assumed he did too.

Far, far away from her. Closer to the bird of fire, most likely.

Still, Elain smiled. There were still 9 minutes to go, after all. “I’m exactly where I want to be.” She offered. “What about you?”

Lucien nodded, eyes straying to the door once again, a gentle smile on his lips. “I suppose I am too.” Really, it was all she could do not to force him out of the house, back to where he truly wanted to be. It was pitiful. “But as it stands, I was needed in Velaris.” His eyes flickered to Rhys, who stood by Feyre, talking to her with a teasing smile on his face.

Elain eyed Lucien carefully. So, an assignment had brough him to Velaris – Elain doubted that the fact Lucien had arrived the very same day Azriel had been sent away was a coincidence. Rhysand was nothing if not thorough.

But so was Elain. She eyed the clock again. 7 minutes to go. “And when will you be going back?” If there was any anticipation clinging to her voice, they both chose to ignore it.

“Tomorrow, my lady.” A bow of his head. Elain remained silent, afraid she’d reveal how relieved she felt. By the way Lucien suddenly stood up, excusing himself ever so politely, she doubted she had accomplished it. He turned to her, as if suddenly remembering he couldn’t just leave her. Both ignored the soft growl Nesta sent his way. “Will I see you at midnight? For a celebration dance?” A Velarian custom – to dance the waltz at the turn of the New Year.

Elain winced apologetically. “I will be retiring to bed soon enough.” She stood as well, making sure they both kept their distance. “But I shall see you tomorrow before you leave.” She offered instead. A boon neither wanted.

Relief seemed to course through his body, an easy smile overtaking his features as he bowed, “Of course, my lady.” And then he was making his way towards the Mor – or, most likely, the table filled with drinks behind her. Elain ignored the blonde’s knowing smirk, as she did Rhysand’s eyes on the side of her face. She turned to her younger sister.

“I think I’ll take my leave.” She dusted off her lavender dress as if to brush away any lingering traces of their conversation. “I was up rather early, and I want to get some rest before tomorrow.”

“How did it go?” Feyre asked.

“About as interesting as it usually does.” She offered Rhys a bland smile, noticing the amused smile her baby sister was trying to repress.

“I expect my bedroom walls to be much more stimulating.” Feyre choked on her wine, doing her best to hide her laughter. Rhysand turned to her, clearly feeling betrayed by his mate.

 “Elain.” He warned. Luckily for her, Feyre was quick to scold him, shooing him away before he said anything else. Rhysand huffed, clearly feeling betrayed by his mate. Elain was glad of his departure – she loved Rhysand, but resentment was a wound deep inside her psyche that seemed to fester whenever he played with her love life as if one of his chess games. Feyre too seemed to be aware of it as she pulled her into a comforting hug.

Elain eyed the clock again. 4 minutes.

“Happy New Year, Elain.” Feyre pulled away, a knowing glint in her eyes. “I do hope your bedroom walls help you welcome the new year with much more bliss.”

Elain said nothing, giving Feyre a quizzical smile before swiftly leaving the room. Luckily, Rhysand seemed to be involved in a rather dramatic discussion with Cassian and Amren, and other than Nesta’s eyes trailing after her, no one seemed to notice as she slipped into the shadows of the staircase, hurrying before anyone could look her way - and before he could tease her again about being late. Again.

Still, Feyre’s words seemed to follow her. Was it possible that her sister knew? Or that she at least suspected it? Elain believed very little to be unknown by Feyre, and despite her efforts, she knew her High Lady frequently knew more about her life than what she let on.

Elain crossed the shadowy hall, letting all her worries be forgotten in the light as she opened the door to her chamber. Before the candles flickered to life, before Elain could wonder why goosebumps erupted all over her skin, a scarred hand was covering her mouth, the other quietly shutting the door in front of her. She was pressed against a hard body – the scent of the night clinging to his every inch.

For the first time that night, Elain relaxed. Her body seemed to melt against his hold as she felt cold lips press against the side of her neck.

“Princess.” He greeted softly, his lips finding the skin under her ear. Elain whimpered against his hand, eyes fluttering close as his tongue trailed the column of her neck.

She easily escaped his hold, turning around and drinking in the sight of him. He was still wearing the leathers he favoured for his missions, and his hair was slightly ruffled. His cheeks were flushed, making Elain wonder if he had flown here in a hurry.

Her clammy hands pressed against the wooden door, a futile attempt at grounding herself. She quickly scanned him from head to toe, looking for any signs of injury. Clearly, Azriel had no such concerns.

Before she could ask him anything his hands were cupping her jaw, his cold lips seeking hers. There was nothing soft about it; desperation was what painted his every move. His tongue seeking hers, his hands deftly letting loose the knots of her dress, his knee pressed between her legs. Elain bucked against his knee, her free-will clouded by the desire that now controlled her.

 “You’re early.” Elain panted.

He barely lifted his lips from hers. “I rushed home.”

She gently pushed him away, lifting an eyebrow. “From a mission?”

Azriel smiled softly. “Had a good motive.” And then he was kissing her again, his hands pressing against the back of her knees. Elain let herself go, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed. His arousal pressed against her centre, making Elain moan into the kiss.

“You need to be quiet.” He all but growled, gently laying her on the bed. “You don’t want anyone to know what you’re doing, do you, princess?” He teased, smirking as the cocky asshole he usually became before fucking her.

But before he could lean down again and claim her like he surely planned to, Elain got to her knees, watching him with hooded eyes and flaming cheeks, basking in the surprise that flickered in his face. She smiled cheekily, slowly pulling her dress down her shoulders, happy to be the one that brought him to his knees for once. She was so attuned to Azriel that the hitch of his breath did not go unnoticed and then it was Elain smirked as she fully uncovered what she was hiding under her dress.

Azriel went still.

Needless to say, she had spared no expense on her New Year’s outfit. At least on the one she had worn under her old blue dress.

Under the bobbing, faint, fae lights, her lilac, lace bra seemed to shimmer, the petals of the embroidered flowers covering just enough of her skin for it to be a tease. On her waist a silk garter belt – adorned with intricate designs of the same wildflowers that covered her breast – was connected to see-through, lilac-tinted stockings that made her luscious thighs gleam in the moonlight. Azriel seemed unable to focus on one thing alone – his eyes flickered from her chest to the flimsy fabric covering her pussy, to her thighs and back to her breasts.

He growled, the sound of pure male desire sending a shiver down her spine. “And you wonder why I rushed home.” He murmured, more to himself than to her. Elain could only blink, smiling sheepishly.

“So, you like it?”

He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving her figure, as if drinking in the sight of her. His scarred hands gripped her waist, his fingers absently tracing the wildflowers pressed against her skin. “Princess, I like it so much I almost feel bad about ruining it.” He pressed his nose into her hair, smiling against her temple as his hands dropped to her hips. To the fabric there. “Almost.”

And then Elain gasped, for the flimsy fabric seemed to just break apart in his hands. In a flash, she was bared to him, her bra quickly following the same fate. The garter, however, remained in place. From the way his eyes trailed it, Elain doubted it’d be coming out any time soon. Still, despite his obvious interest and the fact it made Elain feel entirely too please with herself, she sputtered, wanting to throttle him for ruining her very pretty, very expensive underwear.

But before she could so much as whine about it, Azriel dropped to his knees, his hands trailing her legs before pushing them open. The scent of her arousal surrounded them, and Elain had no time to feel embarrassed by how wet she was for him. Azriel pressed his face between her legs, his tongue expertly swirling against her pussy in a maddening pace that had her toes curling. He was devouring her.

“Fuck, Az.” She moaned, falling on her back as she reached for him, mindless with the need to touch him. To feel him.

He pulled away from her and Elain groaned at the sudden loss. Before she could complain – possibly hit him – he grabbed both her hands and put them on the top of his head, smirking up at her. There was nothing but the promise of pure sin on his face as he eyed her sprawled in front of him, her legs shamelessly spread around his shoulders. He curled her fingers around his hair, a command if there was ever one.

Oh. Oh.

Azriel pressed a kiss inside her thigh. “Ride my face, princess.” He rasped, as if she needed him to make it even more clear.

Elain was more than happy to oblige, pulling his hair as she bucked her hips against his sinful mouth, moaning whenever he flickered her clit. Azriel just kept swirling his tongue, following her lead, and groaning as if the taste of her was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Every wet stroke against her core brought Elain closer and closer to the edge, her legs shaking her legs shaking around his head as he licked her without restrain. The feeling of his thick finger pressing inside of her was all it took for Elain to break apart, crying out as she shattered against his mouth.

“Fuck.” Azriel panted, looking deliciously dishevelled and satisfied, as if her orgasm had brought him as much pleasure as it had her. “I’ve been thinking about doing that all fucking week.”

Elain giggled – giggled – unable to move her body in her dazed state of mind. Azriel clearly didn’t mind continuing to worship her body. He caressed her glistening skin, peppering kisses along her ribcage, her breasts, her shoulders as he climbed up her body. Elain was panting by the time he reached her mouth, the tangy taste of her sending a forbidden rush down her bloodstream. She was putty in his hands, her body sated even as her arousal pressed against her skin, demanding attention. Elain ignored it, meeting his eyes instead.

His handsome face broke into a soft smile, his eyes tracing her features as he pressed a kiss to her nose. “Hi, princess.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss her on the lips.

Elain blushed, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer to her. It was always like this, she realized. The need to touch him, to have him close to her as if he could slip into the shadows at any moment. She brushed those thoughts away.

“Hi.” She pushed his hair away from his eyes, hips bucking against his tragically still-dressed hips. “Why are you still dressed?” She whined, smiling as he trailed kisses along her jaw, down her neck.

Azriel chuckled against her collarbone. “I was busy.” He purred, his dark hair shinning under the fae lights as his lips now wrapped around her nipple. Pleasure stirred in her belly, her legs instinctively pulling him closer to her again. His cock was hard under his leathers, and the feel of it so thoroughly ready for her after spending all night waiting for him nearly drove her to madness. “Do you need something, princess?” He smirked, far too cocky for Elain’s liking. But then his lips were teasing her, tasting her skin as he licked her other nipple, softly pulling it between his teeth.

“Yes.” She gasped.

Azriel chuckled darkly, taking off his shirt and throwing it somewhere behind him. Elain took advantage of his distraction to press her hand against his covered cock, squeezing it, stroking it through the leathers as she drank the sight of his naked chest.

Azriel dropped back his head, groaning up to the skies as she continued to stroke him. He was divine – all hard lines and swirling dark paint, a chest carved by the old Gods. And it was something close to despair that clenched her heart as she realized she could never get sick of the sight of him – there wasn’t a world where, no matter how many times she licked, sucked, or fucked him, she would ever get sick of him. She got up to her knees, closing her mouth around his nipple, biting softly just as he had hers. In a flash, his hands were wrapped around her hair, pulling her face back as he stared down at her.

“Tell me what you want so I can give it to you.” Elain shook her head, smiling cheekily as she kept stroking his cock. Azriel tightened the hair around his fist, pulling a whimper from her as the delicious pressure coursed through her body. “What do you want.” He gritted through his teeth.

“I want you.” She said simply, her eyes locked on his. “I always want you.” She pulled at the laces of his pants, undoing them with the grace of a trembling fawn. Pulling his face towards her with her free hand, pressing his forehead against hers, she said, “But right now I need you to fuck me.”

Azriel cursed under his breath, turning her around so that she faced the wall instead of him. She was on her hands and knees before he could order her to, the sound of his pants rustling and smacking against the floor a delicious omen of what was to come. Elain could almost ignore the disappointment of not being able to see his glorious cock, to watch the moment he entered her, watch as his he closed his eyes and bit his lip in an attempt to keep all sound locked inside of him.

Instead, she felt the tip of his cock press against her pussy as he coated himself in her arousal, both groaning as he grinded against her sensitive skin.

“You’re so wet for me.” He groaned, his hands trailing her back as if he was memorising the sight of her. Elain knew – she could hear it as he pushed inside her, could feel it in the way he entered her with ease despite his size. Her arms buckled under her as he filled her, and she moaned against the soft comforter in a poor attempt to cover her own sounds.

Their friends and family were downstairs – the male who called himself her mate too. Elain didn’t care – she couldn’t care as Azriel pulled his cock back and pushed inside again, groaning as she clenched around him. Elain cursed, her hips moving in time with his thrusts, seeking his touch every time he pulled away.

He grabbed her hair again, pulling her up as he kept fucking her at a tantalizing speed. Too slow for her to come, but too fast for her not to cry out every time he pushed back inside. “Was this what you wanted, princess?” He asked, pressing his tongue against the curve of her neck, his other hand wrapping around her waist as he kept her in place. “To start the new year filled with my cock?”

Elain whimpered, reaching for his cheek. “I need to see you. Please, let me see you.”

Azriel was only too happy to oblige. Elain moaned as he pulled out of her, lying on his back, his cock glistening against his stomach. Then, his hands were around her and, as if she weighted nothing at all, he set her on top of him, straddling him. He watched her through hooded eyes as she panted, watching him right back.

Azriel smirked knowingly, surely about to mock her, or taunt her as he usually did when she was horny beyond comparison. Instead, Elain raised herself to her knees, grabbing his cock and slowly lowering herself until he was filling her once again. Azriel immediately closed his eyes, throat working as he gasped and cursed under his breath.  

In this position, he seemed to go even deeper than before, hitting nerves Elain had nearly forgotten existed. His scarred hands were on her waist, his fingers absently tracing the garter belt as he licked his lips and watched her get used to his size.

“You better start riding me, princess, it’s nearly midnight.” He rasped, smirking even as he panted. Elain didn’t care about the time, nor did she care about his teasing; not when all she could focus on was the feel of him inside of her. He was throbbing, twitching inside of her every time she moved her hips. When the pressure started being replaced by numbing pleasure, all Elain could do was ride his cock, moaning as he squeezed her tits. Azriel too, seemed lost in their joining. He raised his knees, thrusting from below, all teasing forgotten as he wildly chased the same pleasure that Elain sought.

“Fuck.” Elain cursed as she bounced, moaning as Azriel sat up and licked her breasts, his hand wrapping around her neck and squeezing ever so slightly.

“Are you gonna cum for, Elain?” He rasped, his handsome face watching her with something akin to adoration. He squeezed tighter, his thrusts sloppy and rushed, as if he himself was lost to the pleasure. “Cum around my cock like a good girl, princess.”

Elain pressed her mouth against his shoulder, moaning against his skin as she felt the world burst and begin anew. There was nothing but the male under her, nothing but the pleasure he gave her as he filled her again and again as his tongue traced the salt on her skin. Light exploded behind her eyelids, and she whimpered again as she heard Azriel groan, going still as he spilled inside of her with her name on his lips.

Then, the room went silent. Belatedly, she realised the room was filled with light. She opened her eyes, watching through the window as the night sky was painted into a rainbow of colour. Elain chuckled softly, panting, and exhausted as she noted with surprise the bite mark on Azriel’s shoulder. She blushed, choosing to press soft kisses to his skin instead of alarming him of the fact she had bitten him like a feral animal.

Azriel fell to his back, pulling her with him after wrapping his arms around her.

“Well,” He chuckled, nodding towards the window. “Just in time.”

Elain nodded, unable to stop herself from grinning, even as tears filled her eyes. She turned to Azriel, who watched her with a too-familiar emotion burning in his eyes. One she felt stirring inside her as well. Azriel smiled, as if completely aware of everything going through her mind. Elain feared he’d voice it – feared they’d be forced to face the very same thing they promptly avoided every time they were together.

“Happy new year, princess.” He offered instead. And again, all thoughts of unwanted bonds and meddling High Lords were forgotten. There was only him. There was only them.

“Happy new year, my love.” Elain smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his jawline, and lying her head against his chest. “Do you have any wishes?” She asked, eyeing the fireworks once again.

Azriel started playing with her hair, his heart playing a steady beat under her ear. “Wishes?” She could almost hear the frown in his voice.

Elain nodded, though he could probably only feel her move. “For the new year.”

Azriel took a deep breath, seeming to take it over. So much time seemed to pass that Elain assumed he no answer or, at the very least, that he had one but wasn’t too interested in voicing it out loud. Elain sure wasn’t.

But then he spoke. “I do.” He pressed a kiss against her hair and Elain’s heart tumbled. “And I’m fairly optimist about them.”

She stilled, raising her head, and looking up at him, only to find him already watching her. She understood then. They didn’t need to explain exactly what he wished for, did they? It was the very same thing she wished for too. “You are?” Her voice shook, and Azriel reached for her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers. A comfort. “Why?”

“Call it a hunch.” He said, kissing her again, his tongue a soft caress against her own. She could feel his arousal stirring inside of her, could feel her own body reacting to it. Azriel, however, did nothing but look into her eyes, an almost boyish smile on his lips. “I think this year will be kind to us.”

Elain said nothing. Not even as hope fluttered inside her chest; not as he pushed her into her back, as he fucked her, kissed her, loved her and then did it all over again. After all, who was Elain to question him when she wished for nothing more?

[dvdkisser]

(hey this is orb-weaving's main, feel free to answer this publicly just don't shout it from the rooftops or anything) anyways I cannot overstate how fascinating your OCs are to me and they're so beautifully designed, anything I can give you an excuse to talk about them for?

BOY CAN YOU. Discussions of child abuse below, fair warning (also very long) +.. spoilers? For my OCs? I guess?

In my au, chronohaul has 3 kids - being Itsuki, Akeshi, and Toki (in that age order, Toki is also my friend’s oc, which is why I don't draw her as often)

The three of them are genetic clones created mainly by Chisaki. The main storyline for them is that when Itsuki was young he predated the Eri situation, and grew to resent his parents for cruelty and lack of shame in hurting others for personal gain - so, he ran away as a young teen and stayed with a friend’s parents. He eventually had to go home for the legality of it, but as soon as he could, he left and eventually sent himself to college, where he met his now wife mana. Itsuki is a much more soft and forgiving person than both his parents and does everything he can to distance him and his family from his origins but remains supportive of and in contact with his sisters.

Toki and Akeshi were born a time after and closer to when canon happened, that so Chisaki convinced his daughters to enroll in UA under fake info to get information on the heroes he knew would come for him with time, however. Akeshi remained comitted to her family and Toki began to realize the problems at home in connecting with other heroes-to-be, and after witnessing their fathers arrest they fought, resulting in Akeshi running back to villainy with her Girlfriend Amanashi following her and Toki stayed at school to do good.

Amanashi had always been a timid and shy girl and never fathomed villainy despite feeling forced into hero work. But, as she grew closer to akeshi, she couldn't help but fall captive to her strong personality and intense conviction, so she allowed herself to fall off the wagon in favor of Akeshi told her was higher purpose and better fortune.

The rest of their lore takes mainly place after the canon 8 year time skip, when Toki has graduated into a true hero and Akeshi has ascended to being the "new Overhaul" and restarting her own version of the shie hassaikai where she hopes to continue her father's wishes. At this Time itsuki is a family man through and through and by now has 3 kids with Mana, While akeshi has one for "bloodline maintenance"

Toki comes to adopt a young orphan girl named Hato Utsui (nicknamed "Pidgey" for her bird quirk) who is medically fragile and thanks to her parents abandoning her at a young age to travel the world, had only ever known a medical setting. Toki had never told Pidgey of her lineage, being that she was close friends with Eri in school.

One day, by unfortunate circumstances, Pidgey breaks her arm and is rushed to the E.R. where she's treated by one doctor K. Chisaki, and Toki is forced to see him again - which unfortunately also breaks the news to Pidgey unceremoniously. this knowledge causes Pidgey to spiral mentally and loose herself - tensions rise and eventually after a fight she runs from Toki into the city

Toki cannot find her, she ran for hours untill she didn't know where she was anymore and eventually stumbled into Akeshi and her henchman who promised to take care of her untill her mom comes back for her. She was unknowingly led to the original shie hassikai manor.

Akeshi is slowly dying, she is making the bullets but she is also making them from her own body rather than another's- which is taking a horrible toll on her in multiple ways, making her need constant medical attention for it.

Toki never seems to come for her, and things quickly get bad. Over a few weeks, pidgey is thrown into Eris old room. Pidgey is medically fragile ans has a lot of allergies as well as a very weak heart so Akeshi started to very subtly put stuff she was allergic to into her food when she would “misbehave” so try and subliminally message to her to be a better “daughter”. So pidgey just stopped eating.Also, because of Akeshi being cruel, she would cook eggs for pidgey knowing she is. A bird. And that’s fucked up.. yk.

Pidgeys wings are also clipped and is overhauled to have Arthritis, to prevent running. She continues to grow more paranoid as Toki seems to never come back, and the noises she hears in the night grow more and more unbearable to hear. The dogs barking, guns firing, people running, all of it.

when Toki arrives to save pidgey and arrest Akeshi, while that happens pidgey goes to escape and while that happens she sees akeshis old cat, fleabag (Name comes from what Kai called her when they first found her) so she takes the cat and food n stuff and puts it in her bag. Akeshi and Toki are fighting in the lab/chisakis old experiment room. BUT amanashi finds pidgey sneaking, and they end up tustling as amanashi tries to restrain her, but using her bird claws pidgey wounds her very badly, scratching out her eyes.

Amanashi isn’t weak but she also isn’t trained to fight, which pidgey is, she’s also very emotionally unstable and mentally fragile so being stood up to by pidgey makes her have a breakdown and she just starts crying and begging for pidgey to either die or let her win so that Akeshi won’t leave her, or throw her away.

So after that, she sneaks into the upper mansion from the underground hallways. BUT.. she doesn’t know the mansion layout because she’s almost always locked in the basement, so she starts sneaking around in the silent, dark house, trying to find Toki or an exit

The cat is very old, way older than she should be, and is very frail and needy thanks to Akeshi overhauling her to keep her alive as long as she wants. By now, the fight has slowed ans Akeshi in her monsterhaul équivalent form and stalking pidgey through the house while Toki lays injured somewhere and struggles to get up. The cat starts howling, and she has to start feeding it and helping it out because if she doesn’t Akeshi will hear it and find her.

She spends what feels like hours keeping Fleabag quiet and sneaking around in terrifying house, hearing Amanashi scream from the basement as Akeshi searches for her.

This goes on for a while. Pidgey gets lost again, and eventually, she finds a door with sun streaming through it, and she hears her mom, toki. She opens it and is immediately stabbed with a spike of rock And she passes out before she can see anything but toki screaming her head offShe’s so malnourished when they rescue her that she SHOULD be dead, but Akeshi was making sure to keep her alive via her quirk. In the hospital, she has horrific hallucinations of monster Akeshi, amanashis terribly scratched and mangled face, and tokis bad injuries Mainly those 3 like that standing around her bed at night. Amanashi with no eyes, Akeshis twisted body, Toki horribly disheveled and stabbed multiple times.

She is saved inevitably, and long story short, there's more, but Pidgey is traumatized forever, Akeshi ends up in a mental institution, Amanashi dies, Toki adopts their kid, And pidgey and Eri get a new friend group that bullies kurono is COD lobbies :)

Pidgey, created by my friend @archivesofanightmare

Lori, created by my friend Lori (Tumblr to be determined)

[shifterdomain]

Hospital Confessions / Jonah Hauer-King X Actress!Reader, Halle Baily & Cousin!Reader

Summary: You are starring in a big fantasy/action feature, but in doing your own stunt, you get hurt and end up in the hospital. When your cousin Halle visits you, together with Jonah, you end up confessing your love to the latter. Warnings: Some Cringe. Also mentions getting injured pretty badly, followed with fluff and comfort. A bit of angst as well and one cuss word. Word count: 2391

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”No, I can do this,” you assure the director as you both go over the next scene and he reminds you of the possibility of calling in your stunt double. Even though the stunt wasn’t that dangerous or complicated, he didn’t want to risk you getting hurt, which obviously you understood. But you had always wanted to do your own stunts, especially after hearing the stories of how other actors like Tom Cruise always did them themselves.

You hadn’t been in the business of acting for the longest time, only being fairly young yourself, so you wanted to try everything you could to make a name for yourself. And the stunt wasn’t that big of a deal, so why not?

You were put into a harnes by the crew, wires attached as the backdrop of the soundstage showed the location of your scene, which was the mansion of the big bad. As your co-star got on their mark, the director yelled action.

“You see, Y/C/N, I always win,” your co-star recited their line, a smirk on their face as they pushed their hands forward. As they did so, the wires of your harness swung you back, making you fly across the room with a high speed. But as your back hit the backdrop, you heard a snap before everything turned to black.

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A soft humming echoed through the sound stage, the angelic voice earning smiles on the faces of the crew as Halle had had the song ‘Part of Your World’ stuck in her head for a few days now. They waited for the crew to be done setting up the last scene for the day, which would be the wedding for prince Eric and Vanessa. Melissa was still in the hair and make-up trailer, getting her wig fixed, Javier talking to the director about his views for the final fight scene, which would be shooting a week from now, and Halle and Joseph sat somewhere in a lonely corner. Halle, ever so gracious, sat patiently in her cast chair. Flipping through the pages of the script to prepare for the scene as she excused her humming as warming her vocal cords. Jonah, on the other hand, sat on the floor across from Halle, immersed on a game of Angry Birds on his phone.

It took them a few takes to get the full scene just as Rob Marshall wanted it to look, and once he was sure that he had the perfect shots, he dismissed the cast and told them they were free to leave.

“You wanna go and grab a bite?” Jonah suggested, quickly catching up with Halle’s steps. “I was thinking of some Nando’s?”

“Sure, that sounds good,” she nodded, looking back at Jonah with a warm smile, sliding her hand into his. But before getting a chance to even get out of their costumes, Halle’s phone begun to buzz in her purse, which still stood on her cast chair.

“Hello?” she answered, holding the phone up to her ear, catching Jonah’s attention.

A deep voice answered, saying: “Good evening, my name is Doctor Sharpe of the St. Thomas’ Hospital. Am I speaking with Miss Halle Bailey?” The voice sounded serious and Halle could feel her heartbeat gradually increasing, worry etched onto her face, causing Jonah to frown as well.

“Yes, this is her.”

“I am calling regarding Miss. Y/N Y/L/N, you have been listed as her emergency contact. I am sorry to inform you that she has been in an accident and is currently going into surgery,” the doctor explained and her heart dropped in her chest with worry and fear.

“I’m on my way,” she stated, hanging up the phone and quickly putting her things back in her purse. She hadn’t even realized the worried looks, mainly coming from Jonah, as she was too wrapped up in wanting to get to you as quickly as possible.

“What’s wrong?” Jonah questioned, concern lacing his voice as he shuffled closer to her to try and comfort her. Her state of panic had drawn Javier’s attention as well as he approached the two, gently placing his hand over Halle’s shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze, hoping that the fatherly gesture would help in calming her down.

In a clear state of panic, she pushed her belongings into her purse with trembling hands. “Y/N/N- Y/N/N has been in an accident and- and she’s- she’s into surgery,” she stammered, her words rambling.

Jonah’s heart dropped at her words, having the same reaction as Halle had upon hearing the news. Not wasting a second, he fished out his car keys. “I’m driving,” he stated, leading Halle back to the car as they drove towards the hospital to get to you.

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Jonah’s heart broke when he saw you laying in that hospital way. He wanted nothing more than to go over and comfort you. Hug you and never let you go again. The way you lay there with your arm in a cast, a nasotracheal tube taped to your rosy cheeks. But he let Halle be the first to go over to you, waiting by the doorway and ready to offer his support when necessary. After all, you were still asleep and probably needed it.

Halle was pulled away by the doctor to fill in some forms, seeing that she was the one registered as your emergency contact.

You had always valued family, but no one was as close as you and Halle were. Since you were children, you had been unseperable. It took a lot of tears and getting used to when you moved to London, but it was the best option when you had signed for a role in the British hit series of Doctor Who a few years back. But when you heard that Halle got the part of Ariel and that shooting was mostly going to take place nearby, you both were absolutely stoked.

Halle moved in with you for the time being, so naturally you spend a lot of your time together. But in that time, you also got to know Jonah. It only took a day for you to become friends and within a week you knew. You tried to deny it at first, but it became impossible. You had turned to Halle and said ‘one day I’ll marry him’. You just knew. He was the one. The one.

Jonah sat at your bedside. The hospital chair was uncomfortable, but it didn’t bother him. His hand gently held yours, your fingers entwined as he crossed his arms at the edge of your bed, his chin resting on top. His eyes were glued to you, a frown on his lips.

As night came, Halle had finally managed to drift off on the small couch that stood in the corner of the room. But Jonah hadn’t moved, refused to do so. He wanted to be sure to be there when you woke. He wanted him to be the first you’d see, selfishly so. He couldn’t seem to sleep anyway, his mind plagued with thoughts of what could have happened had you not fallen on the mat below you, but on the floor instead. He tried not to think of it, the thought of living without you being an unspeakable thing to him now, but he couldn’t help it. So he remained determined to stay awake until you’d come to.

It felt like an eternity, but was in fact a mere few hours. Your fingers twitching around his, an almost drunken smile on your lips as your eyes slowly fluttered open. “Jo,” you whisper his name, your voice a little rough from not using it.

“Hey there sleepyhead,” he greeted you, a relieved but tired smile tugging at his lips. “You gave us quite the scare.”

“Why?”

Jonah couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at your question, noticing the dilation of your pupils as the pain medication was very clearly still in affect.

“Because of the accident, sweetheart,” he answered. “I was worried about you.”

“You’re so sweet.”

“Well, I’ll wait with scolding you for doing your own stunts until you’ll feel better,” he replied teasingly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“I mean it. You are sweet! And- and handsome,” you start to compliment him, your words slurring slightly from both the medication and the sleepiness. “And really funny. And handsome. And- and why am I saying this?” you cut yourself off with a chuckle, pulling his hand a little closer as you begin to play with his fingers. “You’re sweet.”

“You said that already,” he commented with a grin, his free hand moving to push the hair from your forehead. “But you’re just very, very high.”

“I wanna get high more often.”

Jonah let out a laugh, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your forehead, your heart leaping in excitement as your cheeks flushed a deep red. “Don’t let the press hear,” he teased, pulling away again.

“Fuck ‘em.”

“Shhh,” Jonah hushed you with a laugh, moving your hand up to press another kiss to the back of it. “Sober you might want to keep your career,” he added, pressing the back of your hand against his cheek.

Your hand reached up, the tip of your index finger poking his dimpled cheek. “These are very cute,” you note, your voice hushed as you look at him intently. “You are very cute.”

“And you’re adorable,” he grinned cheekily, giving you a playful wink. “Adorably not in your right mind.”

“No, high me equals brave me.” You keep your eyes on him, your finger moving from his cheek to trace the seam of his lips. “You are cute. And funny. And kind. And caring.”

“You’re making me blush,” he replied jokingly, trying to hide the effect your words were having on him. He wanted nothing more right now than to lean in and kiss you. He had wanted nothing more for a while now, but he had always denied Halle’s claims of him liking her. He was afraid that if he’d admit just what he felt, you would reject him and realize you could do better. He didn’t know that you feared the exact same.

“Jonah-”

“You should get some sleep,” he interrupted you, fearing that if he didn’t end the moment right now, he actually might give in to the undeniable desire to kiss you. Finally be able to feel your lips on his as he’d imagined doing since the day you met.

But you were on pain medication. You weren’t in your right mind, and he didn’t want to take adventage of the vulnareble state you were in. He would hate himself for it, never forgive himself if he ever did anything to hurt you in the slightest.

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You were still asleep when Jonah awoke the next morning. After your pleas, he had given in and crawled on top of the bed, slipping under the thin covers beside you. His arm wrapped protectively around your shoulder, careful not to hurt you, as his other hand rested on your hip.

Listening to his heartbeat under your ear, you slept better than you had in days, not even really minding the injuries. They felt impeccably small when Jonah was at your side.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Jonah murmured when he felt you begin to stir.

“Morning,” you reply, your voice still hoarse from sleep. Your eyes opening and looking back up into his, only now realizing that he was still in his prince Eric costume, a handsome suit that made him look more dreamy than ever. Well, apart from his plaid pajama pants and dark blue pajama shirt that is.

“How are you feeling today?”

“Alright.”

“Really?” he inquires, the worry still etched onto his features. “Because if you need anything, I’ll get it for you.”

“You really are sweet.”

“Yeah, you mentioned something like that.”

“And I mean it,” you reply, your eyes locked on his. Your heart was pounding anxiously, causing you to blush slightly in embarressment when you heard the beeping of the machine that tracked your heartbeat. Gathering all the courage you could master, you decided that now was as good a time as any and added: “I meant all of it.”

He didn’t know what to say, you’re words catching him off guard but working wonders in waking him up. “Are- are you sure? ‘Cause, you kinda said a lot,” he chuckled nervously, not daring to hold the hope that maybe she indeed felt the same way as he did.

“Not enough,” you reply, sitting up slightly as Jonah follows your movements, his hand instinctively coming to rest on the small of your back. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship, but there’s something I just have to say and if I don’t do it know, I probably never will. Jonah, I- come on, Y/N/N, Jonah, I have feelings for you. Feelings beyond friendship. And I don’t know if I can call it love, but it’s strong and undeniable and I- I care for you. Perhaps more than I should. But if this isn’t love, I don’t know what is.”

Jonah remained silent for the longest minute of your life. His eyes glossed over, a breathy laugh falling from his lips as a smile tugged at his lips. “Y/N fucking Y/L/N, I love you.”

You had never expected those words to fall from his lips. Even as you confessed your feelings, you had thought he’d find you crazy and never talk to you again. How could you possibly be lucky enough to receive the love of a man as kind-hearted and beautiful as Jonah.

As he leaned in closer, his hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone as you saw nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. They were the perfect mirror of how you felt for him and your joy could never be put to words as you knew that he felt the same way, as you felt the softness of his lips brushing timidly over yours.

Jonah counted himself the luckiest man alive, smiling into the kiss before whispering against your lips: “I love you, Y/N.”

And maybe he had been right all those months ago. Because, a week after you met, he had turned to Halle and said: “One day I’ll marry her.”

[sentienttoastah]

Things to know about me. I uhm. Errmm. Kiwi.

Okay I’ve been informed that making an actual introduction post thing is recommended so yeah why not.

Ahoy, call me Fish/Toastah (or the kiwisang guy apparently) Things to list about me and this blog:

Aroace, Agender

Pronouns are any

Current relevant fixations/interests: Project Moon (YI SANGG!!!), Art, Classic literature, Fear and Hunger(1&2), Okami, Eve Harapeco, Project Milgram, and Kiwi birds of course :D

Mostly SFW in the erotic department as I’m personally sex-repulsed. But there is gore and swearing still (does anyone actually consider swearing not safe though? Like really?) and shipping. If any of that makes you uncomfortable then yeah.

I don’t have many other relevant socials but if you know me from anywhere else hello fish government (you know who you are) Oh and moots can ask for discord too now if they want. I made an account recently.

I am open for interactions or new media and would enjoy making friends on here too so feel free to talk to me about shared interests or other things in general 🐟

or send me kiwi images…

Some tags on this blog:

#🐟 - Any of my original posts that aren’t reblogs (art, thoughts, etc. and the tags below also apply with this)

#toast tangents - Ramblings of a sentient fish toaster creature thing

#daily dick!! - Whale and Moby Dick postings (not very “daily” anymore)

#kwi sang/#kiwi company - That thing where I turn Project Moon characters into kiwis because of course I did. Mainly Yi Sang

#pokemon mirror dungeon - another excuse of mine to draw pmoon characters as anything except human, this time as pokemon

#benjamin 🫶 - benjamin.

(kiwi of judgement because why did you read all of that /pos)

[wings0fruin]

Death Sentence (2007) brainrot . hit post (HCs + Art dump below)

Feeding the one (1) Death Sentence fan on here

Ermmm I kinda wanted to practice drawing the brothers and maybe add some headcanons or whatever .. idk .. I could talk about the gang for HOURS but the little notes I wrote are only a VERY small portion of what I think in my little head .. Mostly because I don't wanna clutter up the canvas – Let me know if I should make these for the other members too !

Anyways here's an animation I worked on as well (if the quality is dookie blame Tumblr cuz I had nothing to do with that)

Since it's a movie from the 2000s I think this is an obligatory thing to make . Also my first time drawing Nick wao

I also practiced drawing Billy a lot :3 Here are some doodles of varying quality

I was drawing on Magma with my friend !! Check him out if you're into TF2 :P

Yeah that's about it from my end ! If you want , there will be some extra info/ramblings below :3

RAAAHHHHH I mentioned in the last post that I will be posting during break !! But I didn't !! Cuz I was procrastinating on that full body Billy drawing because of his tattoos !! Now break is over and we're back in exam season !

Also no Halloween post this year .. Sorry ! I thought about drawing one but had no motivation so womp womp :p I'm really bad at keeping up with seasons and drawing stuff on time whoops

Also if I'm gone on April and haven't posted in that time frame , then that means I'm probably busy with concert prep and attending it !!

Speaking of - I've been thinking about posting some of my art of Void & Aura on here too instead of just keeping it on my Insta – let me know if I should turn this blog more into a multifandom thing or not , I wouldn't mind :p gives me an excuse to gush over my favorite music .. which is mainly MCR and Chase Atlantic at the moment .. uhmm ..

That's about it !! See you guys next post :3

– Passing on the transgenda Joe Darley agenda (also watch out for Darleys as birds ... mixing and mashing my two interests together)

[eternalwritess]

Hello! Could I get matchups for Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, and My Hero Academia?

Gender + Pronouns- Nonbinary, they/he/she

Sexuality- Asexual + Lesbian

Personality- Most people I know describe me as funny, sweet, or bubbly. I tend to be anxious and sometimes cold towards people I don’t really know, but once I get comfortable around someone I’ll talk their ears off and rush to share everything I like with them. I’m not very good with understanding social cues and picking up on things like body language. I’m pretty analytical and tend to focus on things that aren’t important in the long run. I joke around a lot, often messing with my friends, and I tend to just say whatever weird things come to mind. However, I have a difficult time being honest about my emotions(which are mostly bottled up) and problems, and I’ve never been comfortable being vulnerable with people. People pleaser. I tend to take things to literally. I’m also book smart but extremely lacking in street smarts, can be quite an airhead at times. I’m also classified as an ISTP-T and have adhd and autism :)

Love languages- Physical contact(only with a select few people), words of affirmation(not really “i love you” more of just compliments, I melt at compliments), and gift giving

Appearance- Long wavy brown hair, tall(5’7 to 5’9 range), not chubby but not thin either, wear a lot of black, mainly skirts, sweaters, and dresses

Likes- Singing, voice acting, musical theatre, hanging out with friends, privacy, stand-up comedy, watching movies/tv, listening to paranormal investigations and horror stories, reading fanfiction, sketching, getting to discuss fictional works I like with other people who like them

Dislikes- People assuming I never know what I’m doing, unwarranted disrespect, other people telling me what I’m feeling, having my feelings and thoughts ignored by others, being ignored, feeling strong emotions(aside from happiness), crying, being vulnerable, birds, mirrors, not completely understanding something

Other: I tend to be attracted to confident(or at least seemingly confident) and strong people

Thank you so much! Hope this is enough info <3

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❀ I think that when you two met you first arrived in hell without much of an idea of what was going on there. In response people walked up to you noticing that you were new and started to try and hustle you. Luckily for you though Vaggie saw what was going on and kicked their asses

❀ You might've been slightly confused at first as to why she reacted so harshly but once she said why she did what she did you understood a little better and thanked her out for helping you get out of that bad situation

❀ She then asked you if you had anywhere to stay and if you'd like to stay at the hotel where she helped run. Of course she said that you could say 'no' and that you didn't have to come with her but when you said 'yes' she was slightly excited. Not that she showed it though

❀ The moment you entered the hotel Charlie was all over you two jumping up and down and getting you a room in the hotel. She introduced you to literally everything in the vicinity at first Vaggie was going to calm her down but soon later you exhibited the same amount of energy and she just rolled her eyes affectionately at you two

❀ She doesn't know when she fell in love but she only realized it when you two brushed hands while sitting on the couch, watching some shit show of a station. She could feel her heart pounding harder and harder until she excused herself. She went to the bathroom and stared in the mirror for a long time before coming back out.

❀ She didn't confess for about a week, still thinking about her emotions but when she did she was embarrassed and Charlie had to help her through the entire thing to make sure that she didn't chicken out.

 ^ ̳ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ̳^

❀ Physical touch is a constant between you two. She'll constantly hand you hand or keep an arm around your waist. If you two are sitting down together and your hand is just sitting their she'll rest her hand over it gently

❀ She constantly compliments you to make you feel loved as her past as an exorcist made her kinda weird when it came to the whole love thing as she's never experienced it before and since she was most likely complimented a lot as an exorcist she does the same with you. Whenever you do something small she thanks you for it even if you mess up

❀ She'd love to just chill with you on a couch and watch whatever movie or tv show that you want. Of course she might get up everyone now and then to move around, whether thats a trip to the kitchen for some water or your favorite snack, but she'll always come back and say sorry for getting up before giving you something

❀ She'd listen to you rant for hours on end without hesitation. She absolutely adores your voice and finds it extremely comforting to listen to. She'd move closer as you explain things unconsciously too just to get closer and hear you better.

[emeritus-fuckers]

For the role event!

1. probably a sibling on sin, i’m not musically inclined besides for choir singing so i don’t think i’d work well as a ghoul

2. probably Primo or Terzo. i think Primo and i would hound over our plants/gardens and i can be very laid back/slow paced. i think Terzo and i both have a flair for the dramatic and would understand each others wants/struggles

3. i’m an introvert when meeting new people but once we know each other i can be a bit wild. i’m known to not have a filter or volume control so i can be a bit much sometimes

4. probably anything to do with gardening or books. i love plants and have my own garden so i already know a thing or two. i also love literature and would love to just organize/go through books. i also love small repetitive tasks as they keep my mind occupied

5. i prefer to stay at home unless it’s traveling for an event. going out and about too much drains me mentally and i love being a cozy home body

6. i love naps and stuffed animals. i’ve always grown up with animals and currently have a cat. my current favorite hobby is annotating books. i love horror and gore, october is my favorite month and my birthday. i go bird watching despite most birders being older folk

This post is part of the 1000 followers Role in ministry event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your role in the ministry is... Keeper of the Garden Library

You work under for Primo. The garden library is cosy and small, its located in the Ministry itself. The door to it is small and barely noticed but the doorframe itself is painted with flowers and vines.

While in the library you spend the day re-ordering the books, making sure the ones on loan are returned and loaning out any books people want to borrow. It's a beattiful room with views onto the garden.

Primo will drop in often, mostly to have a chat with you and drink tea. Also sometimes as he needs to check a book for information. He is impressed that you know the place so well. He only has to state his gardening issue and within seconds you places the correct book in his hands.

Or you just tell him the answer as you often spend time reading the books. There is a cozy reading nook at the far side of the libary. There is a log fire and a comfy chair (with cushions and blankets) surrounded by book shelves.

You also help out in the garden a few days a week. Primo is always apprecaitive of your help as you have a lot of knowledge already and he enjoys talking to you.

Terzo also likes to drop in, mainly to have a long chat with you. He'll use the excuse of needing advice on his house plants whenever Primo catches him (not that Primo minds.)

When Terzo joins you, the libary is filled with dramatic gasps and discussions over your daily struggles and wishes. You get on really well together and often hang out outside of work too.

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Written by Nyx

[dreamtydraw]

please talk to us about your ocs 💕💗💕💗💕

I am currently praying this post dosen't get eatean by tumblr because this is the third time i'm writting it ╭( ๐_๐)╮

First of all i want to thanks you guys for genuinly asking because i really didn't tought it would interest ppl as i am never sure, so once again, thanks you for asking ♡

Euhm euhm....

☆SYMBOLISM OF MY OUR LIFE MC☆

Nda : english is not my first language so i excuse myself in advance for possible typos.

Second nda : because this post is already long enough, Valentin is getting a separated post about her design.

Before starting the analysis there are informations that needs to be given first! When creating my mc I only had a summary of the game: for example, didn't know who Lizzie would be but chose my me to look similar to her by accident, making them looks even more like siblings.

Cerise name was chosen because I wanted her to have a name/appearance fruit inspired, choosing the French translation of Cherry as her name and a mandarine based design. Her last name ( fourth ) comes from the fact that every time I replayed the game I updated her last name to make it easier to differentiated my saves, the fourth run being my favorite. She doesn't have any specific ethnicity and her color palette was chosen to fit in the summer aesthetic, but also an autumn palette aesthetic.

The autumn colors are more present during stressful periods (end of high school, start of step 4) mainly because of the start of adulthood and leaving sunset bird.

Patterns usually associated with Cerise are fruits patern, dots, and ribbons. Cerise also has a very visible scar on her face (the backstory of the scar here) this scar is in the middle of her forehead, it's massive and one of the first features of her you can see, this is im portant for her character.

Now last important info before going on analysis step by step : Cerise was written as a nonverbal autistic child, this and other little details of mannerisms make her a very closeted person. Her character evolve with time, but through the shaping of it, her looks change too.

In step 1 Cerise only had her scar for a year now. She's scared of interacting with people and her prominent feature drowns too much attention into her, so she does what every 8 year old kid think is best; hide it.

Cerise's face is always covered with her hair. It's messy and nonpractical but showing her bareface is too much for her, the idea of people looking at her is just too scary for her.

She usually wears shift dresses because the loose fabric is comfortable and feels right.

She also wear platform sandal, she likes to feel tall and be the same height as her big sister.

The dominant color of her childhood clothes is green, white, and blue. Those color are chosen because little cerise likes her town, she likes the sky, the hill and the ocean.

As time passed by, Cerise now having a friend ( no siloh did not pass the friendship test, Cove is her first friend ), she feels less self conscious about her face. As she grew up she felt less scared and gained bit of self confidence.

But growing up means, Cerise entered middle school, and here started her complicated relathionship with school. Between the terrible stress of work being very hard for her and everyone not being little kid anymore, many thing changed and so did she.

In step 2, influenced by all the people around her, Cerise wants to look pretty and tries to put more effort into her appearance. As she never cut her hair they are very long so she starts by that: trying different hairstyles, her most common one is the side braid ponytail. She's still scared but she's not a kid anymore, Cerise is now able to go out her face not covered.

Now older she was allowed get her ears pierced and so she did.

Growing up she chose yellow as her favorite color because "it has a positive vibe" but secretly it was also because it reminded her of her sister.

Her wardrobe was filled with pretty clothe, ribbons, pretty cutted shirt and flowers patern. Although she intended to wear pretty clothes the types stayed the same : practical shorts and shirt.

She tries to be more feminine with little details like nail polish, hair accessories to look nice.

At the age of 13 years old, Cerise started having a noticeable chest and she hated it. Every clothes she felt too revealing was never wore again, everything that brang attention to her body was hided: tank top got banned from her wardrobe.

Fun fact : she ended up getting a sport shirt because it reminded her of Derek

Middle school is a period of self reflexion, and questioning herself that what she did. Moving to high school her anxiety didn't left but self confidence started to rise now that she felt pretty trough the help of accessories . She felt comfortable in her appearance but still worried of people's opinion, still unsure of what to feel about her body.

Summer 2016 or like they named it... The year of the incident... After 18 years of keeping her extremely long hair, Cerise's cut her hair short to try a new look. Out of highschool, she was worried and lost about herself and her possible future, this new hairstyle marked the start of a new search of self. ( cove discovered it when he came back from his mom and was quite in shock )

This last vacation of her tern year's was bittersweet and she spent it terrified of what the future may hold. Not a kid but not an adult, everything was scary and it reflected into her color scheme who gained more dull and earthy tones.

Her love for accessories grew with her and she started wearing rings, chockers but mainly a lot of bracelet, lot of which she shared with other.

Her love for yellow shifted to green, she tried to feel more adult to feel less scared about the future

Her discomfort with showing skin got mixed with her liking of wearing layered clothes. Her wardrobe got filled with long skirts and overalls dresses.

Her habit of wearing nail polish stayed but instead of the funky color she settled for the same dark green.

Fun facts : she traded one of her rings with one of Baxter's.

She has as multiple friendship bracelet handmade that she shares with Cove.

At the end of Summer, Cerise still scared of what the futur could bring, took the scariest but best decision of her life : moving out of Sunset bird.

Cerise took a year gap after high school and went traveling abroad. She did it to face her biggest fears and focus on herself. It was the decision that shifted her life like she needed. The experience helped her a lot and she grew up to become who she always dreamed of to be. She was not scared of people anymore, she found who she wanted to be and was happy with herself. She went back to appreciate what she used to like : bright color, feminine and comfy clothes, accessories, the ocean, the hills, her home town. Her scar didn't meant anything to her anymore, she liked who she was regardless of exterior opinion.

Inspired by internet fashion, Cerise developed an interest for cottage core and many other soft aesthetic .

She has 3 piercing each ear but often wear just two set of earrings.

She went back into liking yellow as one of her favorite color, but kept green along side of it.

She still wear green nail polish .

Her favorites clothes are long summer dresses.

She feels comfortable to show some skin after a long time of self hatred, now embracing any type of clothes regardless of if it's brings attention to her.

She dosen't wear her accessories as much as she used to but still hold an important love toward it.

Cerise became Cerise and accepted her likes and dislikes to become the best version of herself when it comes to her appearance.

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If you read that much i thanks you for it ! Hope you'll have a nice day and here, a little Cerise to end this post

[josiebelladonna]

hm. well, let’s see…

-my fics got more autobiographical while fusing worlds of fantasy, i.e., wrote/began writing some of my best work while saturn was in aqua

-my art got a lot honest, too. part of it being i’m working mostly by hand rather than digitization: i still do digital art but i’m having to be wise about it with the rise of ai and everything

-two very sexy men named joey and alex (joey at 0° degrees aquarius, alex at 4°)

-befriended amazing people

-started vocalizing more questions

-started “seeing things as they are”, i.e., people who are all talk and no walk, “fake it til you make it” is bullshit always has been and always will be, and things that are too good to be true, but also good people coming from all walks of life and small miracles in the strangest of places like bowls of soup or the twinkle in alex’s eyes or the way a cloud looks

-started standing up for things i believe in (supporting art and artists, supporting science at its root, taking care of your body, lgbtq+ rights and all things pertaining to sexuality, supporting people from different backgrounds, supporting men as well as women because there’s way too much cartoon “feminism” that’s just an excuse for people to be dickheads to boys and men while acting like girls and women are perfect in every way)

-started becoming really bored and disenchanted with “rockism” and i began paying more attention to smaller acts, weirder shit, and different genres without being all like “why isn’t this more popular?” out the gate in junction with the basic stuff because it’s buried in the same way diamonds are buried

-realized that i’m only a small part of an even bigger thing

-animals began warming up to me more (they always have but it was especially the case then; lots of cats and dogs, but also lots of birds, reptiles, horses, fish, billy goats, deer, elk, and even a couple of foxes?)

-gained 40+ pounds as of my writing this (30 in 2021, 17 last year, and i lost a couple so far this year: 40 pounds is still 40 pounds, and i can barely see my toes anymore when i look down 😅) and figured that it’s actually been a lifelong dream of mine to be very chubby, like i’ve always felt it in hindsight, from looking at my belly in the mirror and wishing it was fat to wanting dessert in a restaurant when my parents refused it. but i also want to stay healthy, like… i like wendy’s, arby’s, dairy queen, jersey mike’s, jack in the box, dutch bros., chili’s, el pollo loco, in n’ out, and outback steakhouse as much as the next fat girl but i actually prefer eating at home, and i eat mainly whole food at that, too—i like foreign food, too, mainly your asian stuff like japanese and vietnamese food. i’ve repressed a lot of desire out of fear of being judged for my weight (pluto is going to make me extra chubby? i’m kinda down 😆😋)

-shit got really erotic with me, like… more so than when saturn was in capricorn because it was all me in aquarius

-with my weight gain, i’ve grown very strong, like i don’t think i would have been able to shovel a pathway through 2-foot snow drifts for my mom, my dog, and myself without having this big, round “mountaineer woman” belly on me. i’m also way more flexible than i was in high school, too (i do miss riding my bike from home to the cafe nearby for coffee and pie, though)

-i’ve grown very disillusioned and displeased with mainstream culture, be it on tv or the internet, and i’ve just decided to go with my heart and what i like and i don’t care if i’m alone in it, too

-my intuition got absurdly sharp during that transit, too, like things would manifest to me after i talked about it in throwaway fashion or thought about it in fleeting detail

-been traveling a lot, usually to the beach or down to l.a., or even just doing “common people” type stuff like going to the movies or to a nice restaurant

-returned to things i loved as a kid that i sort of had to give up during my teen years like meteorology and comics and cartoons i grew up watching and horror and eating whatever i feel like (i had one of those little pies you get at walmart, blueberry of course + a piece of cake the other day: 8 year old me was in bliss!)

-discovered my heritage after not really knowing my whole life (i’m two parts latin, two parts from the british isles, one part scandinavian, and a tablespoon of baltic states: i always thought i was native american and german)

-my mom’s got saturn in aquarius, too, and during her own return, she picked up more hobbies like those diamond paintings, legos, and sewing (she and i are also big on funko pops, rocks, gardening, and books)

-she and i also got into a discussion about dreams in life a couple of times during that transit, how i want to make a comic book someday and go back into ceramics and art glass and working with my hands, while she wants to write and publish a novel and get more into carpentry

-problems with the house came up, too, like my stepdad dying and ownership of the house going into limbo, the septic backing up, the place being ungodly cold in the winter and hotter than holy fuck in the summer, and recently, losing the internet for four days

-saw a lot of weather during that transit, too, like… california is pretty much known for having nice day after nice day after nice day after nice day to the point of monotony, but i saw… snowstorms, the thickest fog i’ve ever seen, the brightest rainbows i’ve ever seen, awful heat waves, monsoon flows, hail, a couple of bomb cyclones, floods, hydrological outlooks, sleet, a shitload of rain, stupidly high winds, whatever tf was happening last spring when i didn’t put my winter clothes and warm blankets away until the end of june, snow up to my hip, the place actually looking like anchorage alaska at one point, and even funnel clouds

-the big thing is “acab” (all cops are bastards)… you know what’s really weird is i actually met a lot of cool cops during that transit, guys who were really good guys, like they were actually doing justice in front of me, a heavyset woman of mixed race. social justice should never be trendy, either: you stand for something because it feels right to you, not because it’s expected of you.

-i’ve also always known the power of lurking, just observing behavior, but saturn in aquarius really made me love doing that. there’s so much power in just watching people and seeing how they behave, especially when they think you aren’t around.

i should also mention that saturn was in my 8th house and conjunct my moon at one point, and i had my saturn return last month on the 17th, too! those transits get way too of a bad wrap, imo: questioning my sexuality and gender to the point of feeling overwhelmed and completely lost aside, saturn in the 8th is actually pretty cool at some points—in some cases, fun. and the saturn return can actually be the best thing to happen to you, too. saturn on the moon was kind of tough, though, like i often felt really robotic during that.

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Fearless (HMA 4) chapters 27 & 28

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Chapter 27

“Ada told me the Frost Wind was blowing on your mating night with Trey.”

 “She shouldn’t have,” I snapped, anger surging through my veins. “All that crap about being wild and free. It was just an excuse for him to do what he always did. Which was whatever the hell he wanted, and damn the consequences.”

I’m surprised that she even cried over Trey at all. 

As soon as she snapped out of her tears, this was pretty much the first thing she said to Jasper. 

 “You never wanted me to want him, so why are you trying to push us together now?”

Jasper feels free to say this shit about Trey being Vail’s mate… BECAUSE TREY IS FUCKING DEAD. 

“To be honest, I’m not sure I’m even Michael Warren’s daughter. He denied it more than once.”

It’s quickly getting to the point of “He may have been your father, boy, but he wasn't your daddy.” 

Friendly reminder that Michael faked his own death and left Vail behind. Claimed that it was to “protect her”, but Driftwood sold Vail to the first person who fucking asked. 

“They will say we are impure, to love as we do. That we are lost souls, infecting the blood of others like a poison. But they will not be able to deny the strength of claw, wing and hoof when they see the golden promise in our eyes. As we once were, as I believe we were always meant to be, they will know the strongest bond is the one that unites all families.” 

You know what would have made this series great? If the shifter genes were written as a metaphor for racism. 

It was already halfway there to start with. Might as well go all the way. 

“That’s the golden promise, Vail. Beyond pack, beyond rank. The bond that unites all the families.”

Chapter 27 summary: Vail mopes around in a mute grief until Darkness calls her up. He was only told that Trey died in a “drunken bar fight”, not the actual truth. Vail kind of would like to keep it like that. They act like they’re going to see each other for next Christmas, but there’s an air of “we probably won’t ever see each other again.” 

Later, Jasper comes in and starts saying all this stuff about “Your mate, Trey”. Vail gets really angry over the entire thing, saying that Jasper had been trying to get her to reject Trey this entire time, so what changed? While somehow 100% missing the point that… Trey fucking died??? That’s what fucking changed????

Anyway, Vail goes to Theo, and says that she’s not even sure that she is part wolf, like everybody has been claiming. After Trey died, her cat vanished, and she feels so empty inside. She doesn’t think the wolf exists. Theo says that he can sense other things in her. Mainly bird, but also bear. She doesn’t know how that’s possible. They talk about the strength she brings to the table. But she doesn’t think that this power actually exists inside of her. 

Chapter 28

Her last thought was both a purr and a sigh. Mate.

Chapter 28 summary: Vail asks Jasper to take her to the panther lands, which he does. There, they briefly meet up with Ada, but Vail takes off on her own. This is her first shift since Trey’s death… Although it’s honestly only been like 4 days, so I’m not that impressed by the entire thing. (The party was on the “longest night” aka the winter solstice. Darkness called her on the 24th, and it’s now the next day.) 

Vail runs through the forest, but she’s eventually joined by Jasper in his wolf form. They go back to Ada’s house, where the two of them curl up in a room together. Vail’s cat finally acknowledges Jasper as her mate. 

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Meeting and Dating Kenickie Murdoch

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- You never really cared about social classes or what people chose to wear. In theory, you didn’t mind greasers; you’d actually been quite fond of them at your old school. You just didn’t like the greasers at Rydell. 

- Your family moved houses during your senior year and since Rydell was much closer than the school you’d been going to for the past three years, your parents chose to enroll you there instead. 

- Fast forward to your first day at school. Coincidentally, you ended up on the same bus as Patty Simcox, who enthusiastically took it upon herself to become your tour guide. 

- The minute you stepped foot into the schools parking lot, her eyes zeroed in on a group of boys who were stood near the front of the school. You glanced over and asked if something was wrong. Her response was to warn you about “the T-Birds” and the other greaser/delinquent groups in the school. 

- You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes and assured her you would, mainly to change the subject. You hadn’t really intended to avoid the kids, well, up until you got your first real look at them. 

- Greasers started trouble at your old school, but it was always with people who either deserved it or were willing to fight back. This; you watched as the group of boys teased “Eugene”, wasn’t the same. You shook your head and made your way to your first period class, realizing that it was probably good to stay away from these delinquents. 

- But alas, that would prove to be quite difficult. Kenickie was in; at least, one of your classes; he could have been in more considering you were sure he cut half of them that day. And he seemed to take a liking to you the moment he walked in; late, to class. 

- You could feel him burning holes into the side of your head and when you finally glanced towards him, he gave you a small crooked grin. You rolled your eyes and turned away, intent on ignoring him for the rest of the period. He didn’t like that. 

- Throughout the period, which was filled with first day “fun” activities, he became increasingly bothersome with his attempts to garner your attention. Tapping his fingers, tapping his foot, dropping a textbook “on accident”, making loud jokes. You accidentally chuckled at one of them and were immediately met with a grin and wink once you snuck a glance at him. 

- The bell chimed and you picked up your things, making your way out of class quickly, hoping to leave him in the dust. You had no such luck as he seemed to be hot on your tail, matching your pace as he uttered his first words to you. 

“Haven’t seen you around here.”

“Maybe you haven’t looked hard enough.”

“Believe me, I’d remember a face like yours.” 

“Well maybe you should try and forget it.” You told him just as you entered your next class, leaving him standing in the doorway; a determined look plastered across his face. This wouldn’t be the end of it. 

- For the next few months, Kenickie would do everything he could to get you to acknowledge him. Teasing, flirting, complimenting, peacocking, playing it cool; you name it.  

- Going to hang out somewhere? He always just happens to be there, catching your eye as he enters the room. If you go to walk past him, he’ll block you with his legs, making you stop and speak to him; if only to say an exasperated excuse me, as you wait. 

- Waiting outside for someone? Well so is he. Hey, it isn’t his fault that you’re stood in a popular place that his friends always meet at …but while you’re here, why doesn’t he buy you a coke or something? 

- It’s not that you hated him. Sure, he annoyed you and could be a real jerk when he wanted to be but you didn’t hate him. A part of you even liked him and his attention, but you also knew that it probably wasn’t in your best interest to be interested in him. 

- Ever since you came to the school, all you ever heard about was how him and his friends did this or how him and his friends did that. Watch out for Kenickie. Oh can you guess who Kenickie parked with last night. Some of  it seemed exciting and he was certainly handsome, but he was also trouble and that was the last thing you needed, wasn’t it? 

- Unfortunately for you, Kenickie wasn’t keen on giving up and your resolve was beginning to break. His flirtation took a less obnoxious turn, it even started sounding sweet and soon enough you had to admit that he’d wormed his way into your heart. 

- It was after school one day, you were sat in the nearly empty courtyard, reading a book and enjoying the sun. After a while, you heard boots scraping slightly on the concrete behind you, the noise getting closer and closer until you heard your name. You immediately knew who it was. 

“Kenickie?” You asked, turning to look at him.

- He locked eyes with you for a moment, looking as though he really wanted to say something before he glanced up. His eyes scanned over the five people who were sat in the courtyard around you, his teeth nibbling anxiously at his bottom lip. 

“C’mon, I gotta talk to you.” He said, taking you by the arm and pulling you out of your seat, dragging you behind him as he walked to a totally deserted area behind the school. 

- The two of you stopped short and you watched him as he turned towards you. He was acting …strangely. Was he sick? Was he on something? You were about to say something when he finally spoke. 

“Y/n? You know how I’m always messin with ya?” He tugged at his collar, his eyes darting around, moving from the ground to your face and back to the ground again. “And how I- How I’ve, well, you know. How I’ve been messin with ya. 

- Listening to him ramble, it took you a minute but you finally realized what was going on. The Kenickie Murdoch …was nervous. 

- The thought flattered you more than anything. The tough greaser of your school was getting genuinely flustered and it was because of you. 

- His eyes landed on you for a long moment, his words coming to a stop as he seemed to mull over what he should say. Finally, he looked to his feet and spoke, his voice so low that you almost didn’t hear what he said.

“Well, I like you and I wanted to know if you, maybe, liked me too.” He gazed into your eyes once he’d finished, an uncharacteristic vulnerability lingering inside his baby blues. 

- You felt yourself begin to smile, butterflies fluttering inside your stomach as you tried to think of how to respond. Simple seemed like the way to go.

“Yeah,” You said softly, smiling up at him. “Yeah, I like you.”

- A big grin spread across his face, his nerves leaving him in an excited chuckle as he gripped your bicep and gave it a gentle push. Biting his lip as he smiled, his hand moved at his side as though he were banging it against something, before realizing he probably looked like a big goof. 

“Great,” He cleared his throat. “Good. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

- Your first date was at the drive-in theater. You don’t know how hard it was for him to not make a move on you. If you ever noticed him suddenly stiffen, it was because he was willing himself not to reach down and touch your boob or lunge across his center console and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe. You’re a lady, he can’t do that! Bad Kenickie! Bad!

- Knowing his reputation, you chose to make him wait a little and anticipate your first kiss. So the two of you kissed for the first time on your fourth date. But believe me, he tried to smooch you before then.

- The two of you had gone to Frosty’s palace for a shake and after you were finished, he drove the two of you to “makeout point”. He tried to act innocent when you gave him a look but he wasn’t fooling anyone. You rolled your eyes as he drummed his fingers along the steering wheel, uttering out a “come on” and smiling as he dove to connect your lips.

- Well, now that you have him, you won’t be able to get rid of him anytime soon. Not that you want to.

- Pda? All the time baby. You’re his girl and he’s gotta show it …just no goo goo ga ga stuff. He’s got a tough greaser reputation to keep up, ya know?

- His arm is wrapped around your shoulders 90% of the time.

- He likes gripping your chin and tilting you into a kiss. That lovey dovey look in your eyes as your gazing up at him gets him every time.

- Sitting between his legs and leaning back against his chest. He’s a serial lounger so it’s either that or he’ll just drape himself across you.

- He uses a lot of nicknames with you. Most of them are used in a sarcastic tone, unless they’re generic or the two of you are alone.

- Playful threats, sarcasm, and snide remarks.

- He will nap on you, laying his head in your lap and crossing his arms over his chest. Hope you don't mind the grease too much.

- He’ll deny it until his very last breath, but he’s a snuggler and is definitely the one to initiate cuddles 90% of the time. He complains and practically pouts whenever you pull away from him.

- The two of you usually cuddle facing each other, your arms wrapped snug around each other and your legs tangled together. He can’t help but smile whenever you sleepily tell him he smells good; which he always does.

- He insists on walking you to class, not caring about when he manages to get to his own. He’s late everyday anyway.

- Sneaking out to go see him. There’s always a smile on his face as he watches you make your way outside, though he’ll; weakly, scold you if you do anything dangerous. You just tell him that he could always stop coming to see you. He never takes you up on that offer.

- Late night drives.

- Parking in dark areas.

- Desperate makeouts. He always trails after your lips every time you pull away, moaning your name like the two of you were doing a whole lot more than kissing.

- One word: insatiable. His hormones are racing. Testosterone is pumping through his body. His pelvis is leading the way wherever he goes. He can force himself to wait until you want to do something but boy is it hard when you look so good.

- The more heated things get, the sloppier his kisses become; though you’re usually too far gone to really care.

- “Sneaky butt grabs” and blatant grinding against you.

- He definitely air humps your backside and makes grabbing hands at your butt/chest when you aren’t facing him, pretending like he wasn't doing anything when you turn to look at him.

- Hickeys. 

- Soft pushes when he makes wisecracks. He’ll knock shoulders with you and smirk or waggle his eyebrows, until you smile and roll your eyes.

- Anytime he does something; especially something big, he’ll ask what you think or look towards you for your reaction. He seeks your praise. Your opinion means a lot to him, even if he doesn’t outright say it.

- He probably got your name tattooed on him at some point. I wouldn't put it past the sucker.

- Not so deep down, he’s a softie and a pushover; especially for you. Try not to give him too much lip when he gets all goo goo eyed with you.

- As suave as he may seem. He hasn’t made it with all that many girls; at least not all the way. Sometimes, you’re gonna be genuinely shocked with some of the confessions that he makes to you because they all just make him seem so much more …cute.

- Momma’s boy. You think it’s sweet when you go over to his house and she dotes on him, usually prompting him to give an embarrassed “ma” with a mouthful of sandwich and/or reddening cheeks.

- He doesn't have a whole lot of spending money so; generally, the two of you go on fairly cheap dates, and usually go Dutch when buying things.

- Sock hops.

- Sharing and stealing food. If you can’t finish something and ask if he wants it, be prepared for him to grab it before you can even finish your sentence.

- He’s always got a beer for you if you’re into that sorta thing. He was probably the person to give you your first, amongst other firsts....

- Double; and more, dates with the couples in his gang.

- Your boyfriend is also Danny Zuko's boyfriend so expect to see the greaser a lot. He’s pretty fond of you and much sweeter than you anticipated.

- You’re only allowed to wear the jacket when it’s late at night and he catches you shivering; or when you’re completely alone. He won’t let any of the other guys see you wearing it, they can’t know that he’s gone soft.

- He’s not the best at comforting you but he’s pretty good at cheering you up and distracting you from what’s bothering you.

- Dangerous displays and daredevil antics. Whether he does them to impress or spook you is still up for debate.

- Harmless pranks, usually when you’re alone because he’d have to kick someone’s ass if they laughed you. He’s the only one allowed to tease you.

- He likes looking through your things. Your purse, your shelves, your locker; he’s a curious boy and his questions must be answered through scientific observation. He’s also looking for your compact mirror half the time so maybe just take your bag back and get it for him. 

- Sometimes, a womans gotta stand her ground and you’ll have to every now and again to make sure he doesn't walk all over you. He loves you but he can also be a jerk so give him a little hell when he’s giving you trouble. He learns that you aren’t to be toyed with or disrespected pretty quickly, and to be honest, you putting him in his place kinda turns him on.

- You once went to see a movie with him and offhandedly mentioned that one of the actors was handsome. He spent the whole night criticizing the movie and glancing at you when the actor was on screen to see your reaction. He was also extra handsy and kept trying to make a move, which prompted you to shrug him off. He was genuinely offended that you’d rather watch the guy then fool around with him.

- He can; obviously, be quite the jealous man. The only problem is that when he’s jealous, he usually tries to make you jealous too; especially if you’re fighting. It usually culminates in him failing to keep himself under control, finally just snapping and trying to beat the other guy bloody which is pretty much how all of his bouts of jealousy turn out. 

- He’s protective as all hell in all meanings of the word. He doesn’t want you getting hurt feelings, a hurt body, sick; nothing. He always jumps to your defense, immediately telling people to shut up if they even try to insult or hint at something unsatisfactory about you. Believe me, anybody who messes with you is cruisin’ for a bruisin’. 

- The two of you probably argue quite a bit but you don’t always have full blown fights. He’s usually a pretty blunt and sarcastic boy and doesn’t mince his words very often; especially when he’s angry, so things can get pretty heated whenever you do have a fight. 

- If you storm out on him, he’ll follow, even if he knows you’re about ready to kill him. He’ll take all the abuse you want to throw at him but you’re going to settle and square it right then and there, dammit!

- If you don’t wind up resolving things immediately after, then he’ll linger where he knows you’ll pass, hoping you’ll come up to him and forget everything that happened. He’s shy when apologizing but he does give you one when he’s in the wrong. 

- He shyly mumbles out a “love you” after you say it, especially when it’s in front of the guys. He’ll knock their blocks off if they even so much as smile at his expense.

- He proposes to you straight out of highschool. Some may call him crazy but he knows that you’re the one and he’s ready to spend the rest of his life with you.

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IBVS week day 1: thread of fate / self-induced disaster You can also read this over on Ao3!

I wanted to do something more lighthearted for this one, and I went with it. Literally draft idea I had for this: “If I went gay, I’d go gay for Nevin” *fighting ensues*

Pairings: Nevin/Edward, Isaac/Chris and Drew/Barry Warnings: None

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The grandfather clock in the corner of the room read roughly 11 am, as Drew and Edward sat on the couch and talked, which was about as early as Edward would come around during a weekend, but Drew didn’t mind too much. Not everyone was an early bird like him, and he DID ask Edward to come over, so it wasn’t a huge deal that it was later in the day.

However, it seemed Nevin also had plans this morning, as he and Chris were doing some experimenting with breakfast. While Edward’s and Nevin’s relationship had mellowed out, mostly to the point of playful jabs and some truthful insults, they weren’t fighting or being angry at each other, which Drew was thankful for. Despite Edward’s reputation as the School King, the Bully to End All Bullies, he was actually a pretty nice guy to talk to and seeing how his brain ticked as he talked fascinated Drew. The man seemed to have so many great ideas and conversations that poured out of him - alongside the dumb ones, of course, but there was always a caveat to great things.

Currently, they were discussing how they figured out the sexualities of themselves and/or their friends.

“I dunno about Geno, but I can see the puppy love coming from Reuben,” Edward mentions. “Geno doesn’t seem to like him that much, but Reuben’s going places.”

Drew gave a lighthearted chuckle. “My brother came out to me a few years ago. I don’t think I ever really paid attention to it that much though, so I didn’t see any of the so-called signs.”

Edward snorted. “I didn’t really pay attention much to your brother’s sexuality at first, but he’s definitely gay.”

“Maybe the rainbow wristband tipped you off? Or the fact he told you himself?” Drew joked.

“Definitely the former. We don't talk about the latter.”

There was a hush between the two as Nevin and Chris were making breakfast. They were apparently trying to see if Nevin’s protein pancake recipe he’d found lying around could be improved, because Nevin wanted to make them taste better than a box of chalk. Despite their differences and bad start to their platonic relationship, Nevin had a way of enjoying the simple things and had a knack for being blunt as hell, though the latter didn’t nearly bother Edward as much as he’d let on. Nevin and Drew also had an incredible knack for guessing his emotions, which was fun at times, useful at others, and plain annoying anytime else.

This was one of those days with Drew picking up his emotions.

“So… you’ve only had a few girlfriends in your past?” Drew asked, raising an eyebrow. “Nobody else? Not a boyfriend or a datemate?”

“Datemate?”

“Gender neutral term for boyfriend or girlfriend.”

Edward shook his head. “No, not really. I’ve only like girls.”

“I used to think that too, though it was mostly based on a single crush back in early middle school. I figured out I was pansexual during freshman year though, mainly because there were two kids I liked. One was a guy, and the other was… Nonbinary or agender, I can’t recall now. Point is, you never really know,” Drew hummed. It looked like he was clueing Error up on something, but Edward couldn’t pinpoint what Drew was trying to subtly tell him.

Edward shrugged, a little peeved that Drew wouldn’t just come out with it, but instead of being rash he just shrugged. “I’m straight as hell, but if I went gay, I’d go gay for Nevin.”

If only Edward knew what pandemonium that would unlock. He had said it at the exact worst time, when Chris and Nevin weren’t speaking, so the only person that was talking was Edward, and he was heard loud and clear.

“Excuse me?” The emo turned to Edward from his position in the kitchen. “Who’d say someone could even turn gay?”

Edward gave Nevin a deer-in-the-headlights look but it was quickly replaced by annoyance. “I’m just saying, if I hypothetically would go gay, I’d uh…” He trailed off.

Nevin crunched up his face as he flipped over pancake test number three. “Full offense, being gay isn’t a choice, just like being straight isn’t one.”

Error shook his head. “Stop pulling’ my arm, Emo, you know what I mean. I’m not saying people can change sexualities.”

Nevin snickered. “Should I feel honored that the so-called King of Foxfield would date me if he was gay?”

Despite the playful tone to it, and Chris’ muted laughter, Edward seemed to have an adverse reaction. “What - hell no, dude, I’m not interested in dating you,” he jumped the gun.

It made Drew facepalm and sigh. Here we go again.

You see, Drew had noted that Edward had taken a liking to Nevin. At first, it was probably nothing more than friendship, but over time Drew had noted the fuzzy feelings that had come from when Drew had talked about his brother, or when Edward wasn’t always directly talking to Nevin. But there was always a sense of spikiness to cover the fuzzy feeling when Edward was talking to Nevin, and it made Drew wish he could uncover it and see why it was there. Edward was so interesting, and this was one of the many ways he was interesting.

Chris snorted at Edward’s words. “You literally just said you would if you could. I’m calling bullshit,” he called Edward out, as he looked over at the pancake. “That looks really good.”

“That’s what you always say about my breakfast.”

“That’s because it’s true.”

Edward rubbed his temple at Chris’ words but didn’t say anything in response. It struck a chord within him.

A few silent moments passed between Drew and Edward, as Nevin and Chris continued their breakfastolism shenanigans. In a voice quiet enough for only Edward to hear, Drew voiced “Hey, nobody here’s judging you about that, alright?”

Edward frowned. “Did you even hear our interaction?”

Drew nodded. “Nevin’s gay, I’m pansexual, Chris is… Chris,” Drew gave a sharp exhale through his nose to indicate amusement at his own words, giving a smile to Edward. “I just… I know what it’s like to coquet, and I’m not too sure that your flirting would fit into the definition of that. I’ve noticed you have feelings for my brother.”

The spikiness that covered the feelings of love came up, and Edward frowned. “Drew, I’m not gay and I’m not gay for your brother!” he yelled at Drew but seemed to have regretted it immediately afterwards. He didn't like yelling at Drew - he didn't deserve that. “Sorry.”

Nevin looked over at Error and squinted at him. “You better not be harassing my brother like the first day you met him, Mr. Swagger,” The joke was there, but there was a warning underlying in his tone.

Edward glared at Nevin, then sighed. "I won't, don't worry."

The conversation moved on from there - Drew had realized talking to Edward about his feelings for his brother wouldn’t be worthwhile today, so they moved the conversation from there.

Chris had gotten a call from his dad and had to leave in a hurry, leaving just Drew, Nevin and Edward in the house. Edward felt uneasy after his outburst with Nevin, but neither Drew nor Nevin gave him shit for it, which was unusual for the latter.

As Drew and Nevin talked amongst themselves, Edward got to thinking. Do I have feelings for Nevin? Edward asked himself then shook his head. No, that’s ridiculous. 

Nevin raised an eyebrow at Edward’s head shake, but didn’t make a mention of it. From then, Drew got a call. “Oh, I got to take this,” Drew said with a blush and a small giggle, taking the call and walking into his room. “Hey Barry!” was the final thing Error and Nevin could hear before he closed the door.

“And then there were two,” Nevin remarked.

Now it was Nevin and Edward sitting in the living room, alone.

Awkward.

Not knowing what to reply, Edward stretched his arms until he felt a satisfying pop, giving a sigh.

“... So,” Nevin started. “About the thing you were saying earlier.”

Edward wrinkled his nose. “Oh, yeah, don’t worry about it.”

Nevin squinted at Edward, not fooled by his obvious attempts at trying to divert the conversation. “Who are you and what did you do with Edward?”

Edward suddenly snorted loudly. “Hey, c’mon, I thought everyone liked this new version of me.”

“I like that you’re not being an ass, I didn’t say I liked you acting like a completely different person. Now what the fuck is up?” Edward’s expression fell. “Dude, I wasn’t trying to get with you. You’re already boyfriends with Chris.”

“Chris? He’s dating Isaac, we’re just friends.”

“Huh?” Edward gawked.

“Dude, how did you not know this? You’re practically in Isaac’s business all the time.”

“Hey, for your information , I’m trying to be better at respecting people’s privacy!”

Nevin shook his head. “Were you serious about that?” “I mean, I’m getting better, aren’t I?” “Not that, Baron Browbeat. I’m meaning the going gay thing.”

Edward stayed silent for a moment. Nevin could sense how his emotions shifted and changed, and his gaydar had always pinged when it came to Edward. The tallest always seemed to repress things when it came to some emotions - smugness, anger, frustration had always been commonplace and was freely expressed, though more healthier nowadays, but other feelings cropped up when Edward didn’t know he was around. But when Edward talked to him, there was always a form of barrier, and it had puzzled Nevin for a while.

So, fuck everything, he’s going to get into the bottom of this.

“I made those same kinds of joke with one of my friends before I figured out as gay,” Nevin began. “I didn’t figure it out until I realized I was being serious that I was gay.”

Edward didn’t answer.

“Edward, is there something wrong with being gay?”

“No!” Error said almost instantly, but piped down just as fast. “No, I’m not bothered by people being gay. Or bi. Or stuff like that in general.”

“I see…” Nevin hummed. “Is it wrong if you are gay? Or bi, or pan?”

“Uh-” Edward paused as he thought.

Of course, Edward wasn’t bothered by others, but why was he uncomfortable with the idea of him being gay? A memory of his birth mother came into his mind, and he winced as he remembered how painful it was and shoved it away. He didn’t want to think about her. “It’s personal.”

Nevin gave a soft sigh but didn’t push. “So it’s personal,” he hummed. “You know, none of us would judge you if you’re bi or something.”

“But a number of people at the school probably would. I know Dez gets some harassment from time to time.”

“Aren’t you the so-called School King, though?”

“Why yes, I am, but there hasn’t been a School King that hasn’t been straight.”

“Are you inadvertently saying that you aren’t straight, then?”

Edward sighed and looked away for a moment. “That’s the best you’re gonna get. I’ve been having doubts for a while.”

Nevin nods. “I’m not going to out you. That’s shit’s not cool.” Edward looked back at Nevin, and this time smiled. “Thanks, Emo.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Nevin grinned as he gave a small shove to Edward.

“Loner Nerd,” Edward gave a shove back.

This ended up turning into a play-wrestling match between the two, and one Nevin wasn’t willing to lose at all costs. His eyes flashed cyan as he and Edward struggled to keep the other down on the couch. Edward whined about how unfair it was, but he ended up being the loser with Nevin over him, cuddling on the couch. Nevin’s face was against Edward’s shoulder, and one of his arms was around Edward while another one was held at Edward’s shoulder.

“Gay motherfucker,” Edward joked, looking at Nevin’s rainbow wristband. “You’re one to talk, I can tell how gay you are for me,” Nevin said as he leaned up and kissed Edward.

Edward had 404’d, unable to really reply at that, looking rather flustered and shellshocked at the kiss. At that moment, he noticed Drew was at the base of the stairs, looking at the two of them with a look of triumph. “Took you long enough!”

“How long were you there, Drew?”

“Long enough to see that kiss!”

Edward hid his face with his hands momentarily, blushing to all hell and back. Drew gave a soft giggle as he got himself a glass of ice water in the kitchen, happy to have finally gotten Nevin and Edward together. Nevin’s feelings for Edward had gotten so happily saccharine, Drew had to step in.

“I like this,” Edward sighed as he fully relaxed on the couch.

“Same,” Nevin said. “And I like you too.”

“That’s gay.”

“Yeup, and I’m gay for you.”

A pause.

“... Boyfriends?” Edward asked.

“... Boyfriends."

Drew gave a silent “yes!” as he fist pumped. Mission: Gay and Closeted Get-Together was completed, and he could tell the sunshine that poured between Nevin and Edward meant how happy they were.

[gingeraleluke]

Hi am new and your event sounds really cool if you don’t mind I’ll prob do a lot of the options but it’s late where i am an im kinda tired so imma ask for just some rn hope you don’t mine if i shove em all into one ask if you want i can send in separate ones just say so

What creature am i: im an infj Capricorn am kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody shy introvert protective

i love animals books fiction fantasy sci fi magic listening to music reading writing video games and anime

i dislike spiders toxic people negativity people suffering loosing people i care about failing and disappointing others am also a picky eater

Srry if that’s long (if you can give me a tom holland headcanon that’d be great too 👉🏾👈🏾 but mainly creature thing)

Sweet 16: Zodiac is Capricorn and crushes are tom holland peter parker and a my male friend (we’ll talk about that later) he’s a virgo in care that’s important 👉🏾👈🏾

MASH: Marvel

Srry if im overwhelming you

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦!

ఌ type: nature fairy

ఌ job: storytelling and tree clean up

ఌ powers: controlling and nourishing trees; using pixie dust to visualize stories you tell

ఌ home: you have a small little green cottage that you stay in.

ఌ human life: working at a coffee shop

♥︎ appearance: medium length, wavy hair, similar to your human exterior, and taller than most fairies are.

♥︎ you often wear flowers and leaves in your hair.

♥︎ you wear short trousers with matching sandals and often a corset over a long sleeve blouse. nature fairies are often instructed to wear earthy tones, you usually wear browns and greens.

♥︎ you wear a belt buckle with tools to help you mend the trees, attached to it and a sun visor to keep the sun out of your eyes when you are working.

♥︎ you have large, somewhat translucent, wings in the shape of a bird wing butterfly. they are deep blue with silver spines.

♡︎ you are super introverted and like to spend time in the trees, rather than be with other faires or be in the human world.

♡︎ riding on the squirrels and being absolutely terrified whenever you saw a spider.

♡︎ most nature fairies could handle and ride spiders, but you couldn’t even look at them.

♡︎ you always despised humans. tom was the first human you ever met that you didn’t find obnoxious.

♡︎ he had wandered into the wrong forest one day and you watched idly by as you began to throw acorns at him.

♡︎ you were always playing tricks on humans. something that some fairies didn’t agree with.

♡︎ you were always responsible about it. playing tricks not just for the fun of it but to scare them away so they wouldn’t destroy the trees that you worked so hardly on.

♡︎ but you knew that this one was different. you met when he was young, long before he became an actor.

♡︎ he was kind to the animals. jokingly saying that it must have been a squirrel who was throwing them at him.

♡︎ it turned out that his grandmother gave him seeds to plant a tree with and that that was why he was in the forest.

♡︎ he lived right next door.

♡︎ you didn’t want to scare him at first, so you started off by watching him. following him home and peeking in the windows. sure, it may have been somewhat creepy, but you were intrigued.

♡︎ you ended up changing into your human form and ‘running into him’ one day while he was tending his tree.

♡︎ he fell in love with you, and you him.

♡︎ keeping the fact that you were a fairy away from him was almost impossible. you had somehow made it two weeks of dating without him finding out.

♡︎ making excuses so that you could change back into a fairy and making it back in time for the children’s storytelling.

♡︎ the young fairies would always wonder where you were.

♡︎ one day, you were collecting acorns from the top of a tree, when tom entered the forest.

♡︎ being the sneaky fairy you were, you perched upon his back, watching over to make sure that he didn’t water the plants too much.

♡︎ you didn’t think he’d feel your presence, so when his hands caught you and scooped you up, you freaked out, scared he was going to hurt you.

♡︎ instead, he looked down at the palm of his hand and realized that it was a miniature creature, one that looked identical to his girlfriend.

♡︎ he believed you, loving you for who you were. sometimes he would watch you fly around and practice magic, constantly visiting you; either in the fairy garden or at the bakery you would work at.

♡︎ as his rise to fame came, you two were constantly being pushed apart. he would have to go film for a movie, leaving you there in the garden.

♡︎ he always made an effort to stop by the garden whenever he was in town, hoping to catch a glimpse of a certain fairy in the forest.

𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡:

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒!

aside from your zodiac signs being compatible, your personality types are too!

it’s rare that a person will be compatible with someone’s sign and personality type.

everything introverted about peter, is extroverted about you and vice versa.

this difference is what makes you two so similar.

you both have the ability to see the other persons side while maintaining your key ideas.

you are both classified as a ‘perfect relationship’ for being able to mirror and even out one another.

while peter is all about diving straight in, you are still dipping your toes in. you both keep each-other in check.

you anchor each other down and work well together.

you are really good at mirroring him and his actions, coming into terms of agreement whenever you deem it necessary.

you both have the same values but approach situations differently.

this is because you use your cognitive functions in the same order!

most to least compatible:

peter>your crush>tom

𝗠 • 𝗔 • 𝗦 • 𝗛 : 𝐴𝑉𝐸𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅𝑆

you are a part of the van dyne family, making wasp your older sister.

you both strayed away from your family and rented an apartment together.

your abilities are quite similar; you have the power to manipulate your size but also can travel through quantum tunnels.

you grew up obsessed with tony stark and had always wanted to be an avenger.

one day, you snuck out and went to the avengers tower.

you showed him and happy your powers and they were immediately drawn to you.

janet tracked you down and was given the opportunity to join you at the tower, which she accepted.

that’s how she met antman.

you became an avenger and moved into the avengers tower.

having a crush on peter but being too scared to do anything about it.

he saved you once in battle and tony saw the way you looked at him. now he bugs you about it all the time.

you and peter are basically tony’s kids.

grieving over tony brought you two even closer together

while janet went off with antman, you went off with thor and met korg who became one of your best friends.

playing video game with korg in stark tower.

you found nebula while tracking down thanos with thor.

you and nebula became close, often venting to each-other and protecting each-other in battle.

you hated space.

the snap didn’t effect you, however, your sister did blip.

you and antman had to work together to bring her back.

after saving her, you two became close again and are now fighting crime side by side.

COME JOIN THE SLUMBER PARTY!

[enhalovebot]

april fool pranks with enhypen .•ᰔᩚ

➸ enhypen x reader (gender neutral)

➸ fluff!!

➸ ˚ ༘⊹ ° . [🧸]  ⋆｡˚ and ˗ˏ ➶ [☁️]. ✧ ˚

⤷ these boys love to mess with you on the regular. but what happens if it’s april fools day?

heeseung

it was early in the morning when you woke up.

the room was ice cold, and you noticed that the space next to you was empty. so you assumed your lovely boyfriend was up and preparing breakfast.

“hee? can you please prepare me a toasty shower?”

“sure thing, bubs!” he shouted from outside the door.

while heeseung is preparing your bath, you proceeded to prepare your work for the day. spring break completely slipped from your mind as you turned on your laptop.

unbeknownst to you tho, heeseung had a different plan. he already knew you had no classes, which he took advantage of to execute his plan.

one that is perfect for april fool's day.

as we all know, our boy is very fond of dad jokes. so he decided to pull a prank on you, instead of just reminding you that you have no classes.

oh, he will prepare you a toasty shower alright.

it was only a few minutes later when heeseung tells you your shower is ready.

“y/n, it’s ready!”

you rushed to the bathroom with your towel in hand to see literal toasts littered all over the bathroom.

this sent you into panic mode because there is no way you will make it to your class on time.

“i want to be mad at you, but i don’t have the time right now. so please just help me clean this up.”

heeseung leaned on the doorway with a stupid smile on his face as he watches you scramble about.

“HEE?! DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME?!” you yelled when you noticed him just standing there.

he laughs harder, crouching down on his knees. “y/n, you don’t have any classes today. it’s your spring break remember?”

this made you freeze in place. with a look of disbelief, you dropped your towel in shock.

and you guessed that the look you had on your face was absolutely priceless when heeseung laughs even harder.

let’s just say his plan was a success.

jay

definitely the type to cook for you, especially when you’re stressed or whenever you’re feeling hungry for something.

you were sitting at the back of the bus when he called asking you what you want for dinner.

“what do you want for dinner?” he asked.

“fish sounds good right now.” you expected him to hang up and leave to the kitchen to work his magic, but jay didn’t say anything.

“just fish?” he deadpanned.

you stared at your phone in confusion, eyebrows raised. “yes??”

jay huffs and crosses his arms (but you don’t know that), clearly offended. “i expected you to ask for something fancy. clearly my cooking skills just limited to fish.”

“baby, wha-”

“fish it is then. hurry back home, i’ll have a surprise waiting for you.” then he hang up.

once you got home, you immediately rushed to the kitchen to see how dinner was going.

but jay quickly blocked you from entering the kitchen.

“nope, dinner is not done yet. why don’t you relax first. i have everything under control.”

“uhmm okayy??”

you let him push you into your shared room so that you could relax.

it wasn’t long before jay excitedly told you dinner was ready.

“finally, i’m so hungry.”

“close your eyes, this is the surprise.” jay pulls you into the dining room and guides you to the table.

when he finally uncoveresd your eyes, you were faced with a gummy fish with ketchup on the side.

with a huff, you turn to jay with a smile, picking up the spoon while at it.

jay gulped at this.

“jay?”

“hmm?”

“run.”

with that, jay runs away from you and prepares for the worst.

jake

“babe, hear me out. what about we get another dog?” jake pouts.

you sigh, “i’m sorry jakey, but we don’t have the time.”

ever since you met layla, jake kept asking you for another dog. saying that layla needs a friend.

but you always rejected this because both of you were very busy individuals. so getting another dog would be a hassle.

besides, layla is enough 🥺

jake decides it’s hopeless arguing about this with you.

so he decided to mess with you.

he finds a picture of a coyote on the internet, and inserts it in photoshop to make it more believable.

he sends it to you while you were out with your friends, so you clearly did not see this one coming.

when you opened his message, you eyes nearly popped out of its sockets.

‘y/n look! i saw this dog on the street so i bought it home.’ then he sends a picture of the coyote in your living room.

‘i also bought its friend.’ another picture of a coyote outside your house.

you nearly have a panic attack when you got home.

“WHERE IS IT?!” you yelled, searching through the house, looking for the coyote.

jake chuckles and holds up his phone.

“happy april fools, love.”

sunghoon

for the past month you’ve been saying you were on a diet.

and guess what.

sunghoon is done with it.

because you weren’t really dieting at this point.

“hoon, can you buy doughnuts for me. i’m craving for some sweets.”

he turns to you, “but aren’t you on a diet?”

this caught you off guard.

you say nothing.

sunghoon also says nothing.

he was just mainly waiting for you to admit that you are not on a diet anymore.

“it’s my cheat day today.” of course, that was the only excuse you could come up with.

sunghoon groans at your cuteness.

“fineeee.” he drags out the word. sunghoon slides out of his seat, grabbing his wallet to buy your doughnuts.

he comes back into the living room with a box of doughnuts.

but what made you confused was that he was holding a fork.

“you’re eating with a fork?”

“no, you are.”

you ignore his comment, hands gripping on the box.

sunghoon smiles at your eagerness.

but your smile turns into a frown when you finally got to see what’s inside the box.

you asked for doughnuts.

he got you a salad instead.

“now, here is your fork.” sunghoon hands you the fork.

“bu-”

“no buts. now, eat your greens.” he pecks your cheek.

sunoo

this boy LOVES doing you hair.

he comes up with so many hairstyles that you can’t even count them.

so on a particular day, he comes up to you asking if he could do your hair.

since he does this almost everyday, you let him do his thing.

“i have this crazy idea for your hair today.” he practically drags you to your seat on the sofa.

sunoo goes quiet when his hands carded through your hair. his touch was feather-like, which makes you a bit sleepy.

and eventually, you fall asleep.

he leans into your ear, “i love you, and i‘m so sorry for what i’m about to do.”

sunoo notices this, making him slightly guilty about what he’s going to do next.

then his evil plan came into play.

when he’s finally done with your hair, sunoo gently shakes you awake.

“hmm? what? you’re done already?”

sunoo almost cracks from laughter when you got up from your position on the sofa.

“how do i look?” you pointed at you hair, unaware of the disaster on top of your head.

“cute, you look cute.” sunoo chuckles at the end of his sentence.

you grew suspicious at this, so you dash to the closest mirror you could find.

your jaw dropped open in shock at the sight of your hair.

this

boy

made

you

into

an

oompa loompa

“MY HAIR!!”

“YOU’RE AN ADORABLE OOMPA LOOMPA THO!”

jungwon

“so, we‘ve been together for a while now, right?”

jungwon turns his head down to look at you.

“yeah, been the happiest i’ve ever been.” you say without thinking.

jungwon stops from combing his hand in your hair. he drops his hand on your head. “i really care for you, y/n.”

okay, you both said ‘i love you’ without actually saying ‘i love you.’

you both fall asleep tangled under the sheets.

let’s just say, jungwon has a gift for you the next day.

you woke up to birds chirping and the smell of breakfast. you mindlessly felt around the space next to you, searching for jungwon’s warmth.

but his side was empty.

so you got up with no choice, but to look for him.

and there he was. he was standing in front of the counter with a black box in his hands.

jungwon smiles at you, and slides the box to you.

“what’s in the box, won?” you asked him.

“why don’t you find out.” he says, exiting the kitchen.

once he was out of the kitchen, jungwon hid behind the wall, hidden in plain sight.

he watches you open the box in confusion. he observes the way your lips lift into a smile.

you open the box to a ring.

you try picking up the ring from the box, but it was too heavy.

so you pulled harder to find that it wasn’t a ring at all.

it was a mug.

“so, did you like it?” jungwon stands next to you with a teasing grin on his face.

“i expected a ring, but this is so much better. now i can drink my hot chocolate from this.” you raise the mug.

jungwon laughs at your response, but it was only for a second. “i’ll get you a ring some day. but for now, enjoy your hot chocolate.”

ni-ki

you recently purchased a mirror online, but you didn’t know where you could hang it.

and you kinda needed some help with the hanging the mirror part.

so you ask your boyfriend ni-ki to help you set the mirror in place.

and being the obedient boyfriend that he is, ni-ki agreed to help you.

ni-ki already knows where he’ll place the mirror.

he waited for you to leave first before he did anything.

so when the day finally came, and you said that you’ll be running an errand, he knew he had to take this chance.

oh and would you look at that.

it's april fools day.

how perfect.

ni-ki stands up when he hears the door close shut.

he runs to the mirror and walks with it around the house.

he stops at a blank wall, it was perfect.

so, he hangs it up.

but not exactly what you’re expecting.

the boy hangs it to a height where you won’t be able to use the mirror.

he made sure the mirror was higher than the tip of your head.

ni-ki nearly topples in laughter as he imagines the look on your face when you come back home.

and he was right.

your reaction was the best.

“NI-KI, I CAN’T SEE A THING.”

“what, i’m sorry. talk to me when you get taller, that’s said with love.”

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[deathwishy]

x MARVEL CROSSOVER x

Marinette knew that Tom Dupain wasn't her biological father. Nonetheless, she loved him and he loved her. He married her mother when she was two and have been inseparable ever since.

On the other side, her biological father was a prick.

He first came to visit her after she developed a ... rather interesting set of abilities. She was five when that happened. Her mother had somehow contacted him and, even though he doubted it, he came.

It is safe to say that he was beyond shocked when he saw that Marinette was his spitting image, not counting the blue eyes. She had a mischievous smile and sharp eyes, carrying herself like royalty, worthy of the title of the daughter of the god of mischief.

That day, Loki found out he had a demigoddess daughter.

While he was reluctant at first, the little girl grew on him. He visited at least twice a month, mainly to help her control her powers but also to let her know that he actually cared about her, to ensure that he wasn't with her like his father was with him. No other Asgardian knew about Marinette and he would like to keep it that way. There was no need for his brother of father to swoop in and ruin everything.

As the years passed their bond became unbreakable. Marinette still thought that Loki was a prick and an idiot at times but she wouldn't have it any other way. Life was boring anyway, why not sprinkle it with a little bit of mischief?

When she became Ladybug, he knew. He called out Tikki as soon as he stepped in her room and her parents were out of hearing range.

"Tikki, you can come out. You should know better by now."

Marinette was dumbfounded when the goddess came out from behind some books, with a pout and with her arms crossed.

"I knew it. Trixx did say that you came to Midgard and Marinette looks like a miniature female version of yourself."

"I'm actually surprised the guardian gave her the Ladybug miraculous. I would've guessed she would have been a better fox."

"She is a very good match for me too. Her soul is a creative one, but yes, she would be a perfect fox."

"Um... Can I get in the loop too?"

The two gods turned to her. Marinette had her arms crossed, tapping her foot on the floor. Loki gave her a sheepish smile.

"I am a God, Marigold, I do know the other gods too."

The day passed talking with the two deities about all sorts of things, Tikki especially scolding him for the New York disaster, Marinette joining her. It happened before she was born so even if he changed it was still a horrible thing

"Look, daddy issues are a pain to deal with. I was very angry."

"Dad, it's no excuse to be an asshole."

"I know." Loki rolled his eyes then grinned. "But what's this I'm hearing about from Tikki about a boy?"

Marinette flushed, glaring at the offender, now munching on a cookie, her eyes sparkling with laughter. She was shaking her head and vigorously gesturing with her hands.

"Nope. I'm not talking with you about this and, Odin forbid, if I see you around him I'll cut your macaron supply."

Loki only raised his hands in surrender, laughing heartedly. He wouldn't dare cross his daughter, so he swore, between tears of laughter, that he would keep his distance.

"But if he breaks your heart I'll throw him in Jotunheim."

                                                         ...

A few years later, when Lila came around he knew. There was no mistaking the dimming of the fire in her soul. He could see that she didn't want to talk about it by the way she was dodging the subject so he had to take the matter in his own hands.

He shapeshifted into a horsefly and flew after her when she went to school. It took a lot of his power to hide from Marinette's sight but if was worth it. Now he knew why she started closing in on herself.

Loki could admire a good lie. After all he was the god of trickery, lies and deceit. But this girl spouting off the worst lies he ever heard. Not only were they ridiculous, they were also completely devoid of any drop of truth. That was the base of any good lie, and she was lacking it entirely. What confused him more what that some of her classmates believed her. Only a handful others didn't seem to believe her, one of which was a blond boy that looked at the leech, glued to his hand, with disgust. By his aura Loki assumed he was the holder of the Black Cat.

He confronted Marinette when she came back from school. Some of the lies were concerning, they were hurting his daughter and he couldn't let it fly. He assumed the harpy was set on Marinette because she wouldn't buy her lies. That was not surprising, she could see even though his best lies.

"I know, Marigold."

Marinette knew what he meant. She inhaled deeply and looked around.

"Can we go somewhere else, outside of Paris?"

The furrowed his brows, getting more concerned by the second. He couldn't read her in that moment. He could read most people like an open book, but that was his daughter. She knew how to hide things from him.

"Yes. Tell your parents, we don't want to concern them."

After she told her parents that she would go with Loki on a short trip, he opened a portal to a high rooftop over a city. She could feel the darkness of it, potent and corrupting. She figured that was why her father would bring her there, no one would notice them. As soon as the portal closed, she broke down. She hugged him, crying into his chest.

"I'm so tired, dad. The responsibility of Ladybug, Lila and her lies, half of my class turned against me, Hawkmoth just sending out akuma after akuma, it's just so much."

He let her cry, hugging her closely and patting her head. Even after all these years he didn't know how to properly comfort his daughter but it was something he actively was working for.

"But I assume you still don't want me to help?"

"The Avengers or The Justice League would notice if you do something. I managed to keep them away, for the time being, but I doubt they would hesitate coming if they heard that you came into a highschool, knives flying after a teenage girl or if you burnt down half of Paris searching for Hawkmoth."

She sighed, sitting on the edge of roof.

"I can handle it, I think. It's hard but I can manage it. I have Chat Noir and the others, we will succeed."

"You know that I will always be by your side if you need me, right?"

"Of course, dad." She hugged him once more, not letting go for some time.

When she calmed down, she asked him to get them to Paris.

"Dad, where was that? I've never felt a more malicious feeling to a place in my entire life."

"Gotham City. That place holds a centuries long curse."

Marinette nodded then hugged her father one more time before he left. She then went on her balcony, sketchbook and laptop in her hands. The afternoon sun was providing perfect lighting for sketching. She set aside the sketchbook for the moment, opening the laptop. She heard about Gotham from Alya when she was gushing about the vigilantes. She wasn't especially interested about them so she listened politely but forgot everything the next day.

Gotham was dubbed the Crime Capital, which was not surprising. The maliciousness surrounding the city was overwhelming, even if she was there for only a few minutes short of an hour. She could only imagine what that could do to the locals. A meeting with Fu after her patrol that night was mandatory.

Apparently he knew about the situation in Gotham. An old friend kept him updated. He confessed that he wanted to talk with her about it but decided to tell her when she was prepared. Fighting that kind of corruption would be hard and it would take years. They decided to put a pin in it and deal with it after they defeated Hawkmoth. Marinette did NOT need this on her plate now.

                                                          ...

Things got a little complicated when Wonder Woman decided to drop by. It was night, just a few hours after an akuma attack. Ladybug had to patrol on her own, Chat Noir was held back in his civilian life. She caught Ladybug on the Eiffel Tower, just when she was finishing her round.

"Ladybug."

"Wonder Woman. I wasn't aware that you would be coming by."

"I apologize, but this is important. Your presence is required at a summit between The Avengers and The Justice League. Some discussions will be about the situation in Paris and as the city is in your jurisdiction, you are invited to attend."

Marinette felt like she didn't tell the whole truth but agreed, under the condition to bring Chat Noir too. They were a team.

Loki wanted to come along but Marinette shot the idea down quickly. The was a chance that Thor would notice and everything would go south very quickly. She didn't need an international incident on her hands. The others didn't trust Loki but they were civil with each other after the brothers made amends and he helped them a couple of times. Still, she didn't think they would appreciate Marinette bringing an unauthorized guest.

                                                           ...

A few weeks later they were in a secret base in the Alps. After she got the coordinates of the location she used the horse miraculous to get there. They were fairly early, only a few members of both teams being present. Batman with his team, Thor, Wonder Woman, Black Widow, Winter Soldier and Green Arrow.

Batman was the first one to greet her, soon after she closed the portal.

"Tikki, Kaalki, divide."

The horse kwami landed in her hand, where a sugar cube was waiting for her. She then nestled on top of her head. She slid the glasses there too, for easy access, just in case.

"Ladybug, glad you could come." Batman greeted her cordially. She shook his outstretched hand.

"Of course. After all, I was said this was concerning us."

Before Batman could say anything, a man dressed in black, with a blue bird symbol on his chest jumped in front of her, grinning like a child.

"I can't believe it, you are a real magical girl!"

Ladybug took a step back, blinking, a little shocked by the grown man's reaction.

"Tt. Nightwing, be professional."

"Yeah Wingman, you're going to scare the little Pixie."

"Ignore them, they are idiots." Said one of them, coming beside her. She identified him as Red Robin, one of Batman's... Associates? It felt wrong to call him a sidekick. That would be Robin.

"Red Robin. The idiots there are Nightwing, Red Hood and Robin."

"Pleasure meeting you." She smiled to them warmly. Robin narrowed his eyes, looking at her head.

"What is that?" He asked, taking a step closer to take a better look. Kaalki flew in his face, indignated.

"I'm a goddess, you oaf." Robin took a step back, hands on his katana, shocked by the little goddesses reaction. She narrowed her eyes, suddenly tamer. "Are you famous?" Robin was sputtering, clearly not prepared for the change in her demeanor.

Red Hood burst out laughing.

"Fucking hell, his face. I've never been more grateful for the camera in my helmet."

"Kwami don't show up on camera, but his face definitely will." Chat Noir pointed out. He went beside Ladybug, up until then scanning the compound. "I'm Chat Noir, the fabulous purr-tner of Ladybug, at your service." He made a mock bow, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Ladybug, Red Robin, Red Hood and Robin groaned.

"Not ANOTHER ONE!"

"Tt. I can't handle two of them. I'll inevitably going to break the no killing rule."

"Um, what's going on?" Ladybug turned to Red Robin, who was grimacing.

"Nightwing." He said, giving her a pitying look.

"Oh, come on, it can't be that claw-ful." Retorted Nightwing. Chat Noir lit up like a Christmas tree.

"My lady, see. I was sure I was feline a fellow paw-nner nearby."

"Kill me." Ladybug and Red Robin said at the same time. They looked at each other and laughed.

As more heroes were arriving, Ladybug introduced herself to each of them. She tensed a bit when Thor came beaming at her.

"Ah! I haven't seen the miraculous for centuries! I am not really that familiar with the Chinese Miracle Box but I did encounter a wielder of Trixx."

She smiled tightly listening to his encounter with Fylja. She knows from her father about her, a trickster just like him, who managed to seduce Thor and steal Mjolnir and hide it. Thor decided to omit that detail. He liked the young hero but something seemed oddly familiar about her.

When Aquaman came, he looked very uncomfortable with his proximity to Chat Noir. He was cordial but kept his distance after finishing introductions. Chat Noir did tell her once that Plagg said that he was the one who sank Atlantis. It was a real story, apparently.

Ladybug preferred the company of Red Robin. They had a lot of things in common, from mutual interests to similar experiences as heroes. He asked a lot of questions without being invasive or trying to find out things about her civilian life and actually seemed interested about her answers. She actually blushed when Nightwing called them cute. She could see with the corner of her eyes how Chat Noir was wiggling his eyebrows but swooped up the other boys when they started teasing them.

"Everyone is here. Only the official members of the Justice League and the Avengers are allowed, as well as Ladybug and Chat Noir. The rest will stay here." Wonder Woman announced, leaving the rest of the young heroes pouting and protesting.

Ladybug turned to Red Robin and gave him a wave.

"See you after."

"Definitely." He grinned, making her blush.

Chat Noir came beside her, smiling knowingly.

"At least you're not a stuttering mess this time."

"Shut up you alley cat, that was four years ago."

"So you do like him." He smiled even wider. Ladybug blushed furiously, punching him in the ribs. He only giggled.

"Nightwing and Red Hood owe me 50 dollars."

"You're unbelievable."

All the heroes were seated at a circular table, everyone having an assigned seat. Even Ladybug and Chat Noir, their symbols gleaming brand new on the backs of the black chairs.

"The summit begins. We are now gathered here to discuss the Paris situation." Superman began, opening a slide on the projector.

Ladybug narrowed her eyes. It became obvious that they called the summit just for this. They were trying to take control. She clenched her fists, but didn't say anything. She hoped this wasn't what it looked like. She put her hand on Chat Noir's shoulder when he looked like he wanted to say something. She squeezed twice. ' I got this.'

"Ladybug, Chat Noir, it's been four and a half years since Hawkmoth has been active and so far we haven't seen much progress. The akumas seem to become more powerful and aggressive and the damage to Paris greater each time. We think you might be over your heads."

"What we are trying to say," Batman stood up, glaring at Superman for his lack of tact, "is that the situation is becoming increasingly difficult and we feel the need to intervene. We know that you are young, let us help you."

"You are kids, we can tell. We thought that because of the nature of the miraculous you will be able to neutralize the threat in due time, seeing as it's the same type of magic." Added Captain America.

"We trusted that you could handle it, as you said, but some of us already have doubts." Iron Man said, crossing his arms.

"Your miraculous might not be enough this time. But that's ok. We want this to end as much as you do." Professor Banner added, looking at them like he was explaining to children why they couldn't cross the street when the traffic light was red.

Most of the heroes didn't notice the way the two young heroes narrowed their eyes, faces darkening, but some, mostly those who knew the power of the miraculous, did. Aquaman was uneasy, a sense of foreboding dawning over him, Wonder Woman looked like she didn't know what her peers were going to say. She stood still, but tense, like preparing for an attack. She knew they were somewhat right, but that wasn't the way to help them. Green Lantern was leaning in his seat like he wanted it to eat him. Thor looked around the table, damning every one of them present. They were going to get them killed. Black Widow was glaring at Banner, knowing what his words did to the Parisians by their increasing straining to say nothing and stay in place. Batman was following them carefully. Something about the two of them screamed danger.

Then Superman dropped the bomb.

"So, effective immediately, we take jurisdiction of the city of..."

He was cut off by a sudden boom reverberating through the room. All heroes jumped in a battle stance. When there was no threat in sight, they looked at Ladybug, who had made a dent in the table with her fist. Her eyes were entirely blue. But it was not her usual color, it was an icy blue, that could freeze the fires of hell. Thor held his breath. They looked exactly like frost giant eyes. And familiar ones.

"How. Dare. You."

She didn't yell but the heroes could feel the ice in their veins.

"For four years we've been tirelessly fighting an emotional prying bastard, while controlling our own to the point where it seems that we have none, handling our civilian lives at the same time, trying to minimize the destruction of Paris even though we new the cure with bring everything back to normal, tending to our citizens after they've been akumatized, ensuring they would get therapy and support, even stopping minor crimes around the city and you have the balls to say that we are in over our heads?! We may be but we are handling it way better than any of you do! You are not one to speak, Superman. Metropolis gets trashed every other week with you're messy fights, and there is no cure. You obviously have no regard of the destruction or the victims most of the time. The rest of you are mostly the same. But there is no one getting in your way saying that you're doing a horrible job and trying to replace you. And if there is, gods forbid, you just send them to prison or in a mental asylum. You have NO right to criticize our ways when yours are statistically worse!"

Both the Justice League and the Avengers were silent and wide eyed. Thor was the first to recover. Her eyes went back to normal after she finished but there was no mistake. The girl wasn't human.

"Who are you?" He pointed his hammer at Ladybug. She rolled her eyes.

"Put that down, you're not intimidating anyone."

"Those were frost giant eyes. Answer me or perish."

"Dad would not appreciate the perish part, you know."

The Avengers and the Leaguers were now exchanging confused looks. What were they supposed to do? What was that about? After exchanging glances, they remained silent, watching the exchange curiously.

"What are you talking about?" Thor retorted, now gripping Mjolnir tighter.

"I guess this is as a bad time as any but... Hello uncle."

It wasn't ideal but she couldn't have both the Justice League and the Avengers trying to arrest her. She took the yo-yo from her hip and slid it open. She scrolled through her contacts and tapped the one named 'The God of Bullshit'. After a few beeps, during which the heroes were recovering from their stupor, Loki's face appeared on the screen.

"Daughter dearest. What's the matter, are the others bothering you?" He said in a sarcastic sweet voice. She rolled her eyes then pointed the screen towards Thor.

"L'Oréal blond knows."

After a few seconds Loki starts laughing like a maniac.

"This is the best way they could've found out. This is PERFECT."

Thor walks in wide strides to an unimpressed Ladybug and takes the yo-yo from her hand.

"I have a niece and you didn't TELL ME!"

"Of course not. You pieces of shit are not worthy of the presence of my daughter. I don't know why she even agreed to come to the meeting. She is doing a wonderful job in Paris and does not need any interference. Beware, brother, if you upset her I'll come for your heads. I have to go now, see you soon, daughter."

Ladybug closed her yo-yo and looked around the room.

"I don't care what you decided. Paris is my city. You don't come barging just because you think you can do a better job. And yes, I'm the daughter of Loki but that doesn't mean that I have bad intentions. I'm a hero as much as you are. Now, have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, Ladybug." Wonder Woman was the first to respond. Even if she was a daughter of Loki, the young hero earned her respect. She stood her ground against them and made her point crystal clear.

The rest of the heroes agree, though some reluctantly.

"Now, I agreed to come here mainly because I wanted to say that I have a strong lead. Hawkmoth may soon fall."

After some other arguments with some of the reluctant heroes and a few protests that were quickly shot down by Ladybug and her supporters, the heroes dispersed. She and Chat Noir were between the last ones to leave, having a shushed conversation while the others left.

"We will discuss it back in Paris. But yes, it's true."

"So you're a half goddess?"

"Demigoddess, but yes."

"That is awesome."

When they entered the hall, they saw it was almost empty. She was disappointed that maybe Red Robin left until he was in front of her. He gripped her shoulders and looked in her eyes.

"I think I'm in love with you. That was the greatest hero smack down in history."

She was a blushing mess by the time the other boys and Batman came around. They were all snickering, even Batman and Robin.

"How did you..."

"Father turned his com on when he saw that you looked like you were ready to kill someone."

"B, you are not allowed to adopt her under any circumstances, do you understand me? We do not need another sister."

"Yeah Bats, don't ruin your only chance at grandkids."

Now Red Robin was blushing too.

"So... You don't care about the Loki thing?"

"We noticed that he toned down a few years ago. We didn't know why. Now it makes sense."

"Yeah, trust me, you're not the only one with a villainous parent 'round here." Red Rood pointed, putting his elbow on Robin's shoulder. The latter looked like he wanted to rip it off.

"And you are clearly taking your job seriously. Even father respects your efforts."

"I didn't intend to make you feel like you are not good enough. We wanted to help you, but it got out of hand. I apologize."

"Apology accepted. I understand where you're coming from, but trust me. This is coming to an end. Soon."

When the Bats were going to the zeta tubes and Ladybug was merging the horse miraculous with her own, Red Robin stayed behind. He handed her a phone.

"It's a non traceable phone. Of you ever want to talk, my number is programmed in there. I really enjoyed our conversation"

She took the phone, smiling brightly.

"I did too. Thank you."

She pulled him into a hug. He hugged her back, kissing her on the cheek then running to the zeta tubes. Her cheeks were as red as her suit. She touched the place where he kissed her, smiling like an idiot.

"Aww, I'm going to die of fluff. I ship it."

"Shut up." She grumbled but still smiling.

                                                           ...

A few months later Hawkmoth’s reign of terror came to an end. It was messy and heartbreaking but they were finally free. Adrien was exonerated by both the Justice League and the Avengers when accusations started to appear in the media. Not wanting to live with the Graham de Vanily’s, Adrien was taken in by Selina Kyle a.k.a Catwoman. It was quite fitting.

They have revealed their identities during the battle when they had to recharge and barely found one place to detransform. When they had the Butterfly and Peacock miraculous secured and Gabriel and Nathalie in police custody, they swung to the Eiffel Tower and collapsed there on each other, crying their hearts out for the first time in five years. Loki got there at some point but he kept his distance, understanding that it was their time. That was how they were found by the Justice League and the Avengers. Huddled together on the railing, not talking, with Loki next to them, smiling serenely. Thor almost had a heart attack. When she noticed that Red Robin came too, she ran to him and kissed him like the world almost ended, which almost actually did.

Fu passed guardianship to Marinette not long after, deeming her ready.

After everything was solved in Paris and the trials of Gabriel, Nathalie and Lila, for her aiding Hawkmoth, were done, Marinette began her first mission as Guardian. Cleanse Gotham.

Soon, a new vigilante, with a black fox theme, swung through Gotham with the Bats and Tim Drake appeared in public with his new girlfriend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

When I first saw what the prompt for today was I had no idea what to write. I didn’t want to do the class trip to New York so I took my favorite character, Loki obviously, and brainstormed. This came out. I don’t know if this has been done before but I love biodad!Loki.

So this is approximately 4326 words (I added and edited things on here so I don't know for sure) which is a new record. I did enjoy writing this. Maybe I will do something biodad!Loki again in the future, it's fun to write.

And as a sidenote, Marinette can lift Mjolnir.

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