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wettvagina · 1 year ago

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REVENGE COUPLE

SYNOPSIS: Jean cheats on you with Mikasa, and Mikasa cheats on Eren with Jean. Subsequently, you and Eren get together. The perfect revenge couple.

WARNINGS: p in v , creampie

a/n:lol

You laid almost lifelessly in the comfort of your bed, in your dorm room. Your mouth was dry and your eyes felt heavy, your hair physically triggered you as you could sense the grease and tangles.

You laid there, bitterly as your phone buzzed repeatedly, you didn't know if you've even processed everything yet, however this pain was like a knife in the heart. It was as if, something you've worked so hard for, perfecting it with every second passing, was suddenly stolen from you.

That pinpointed half of what you were feeling, the other half being the feeling of resentment and a sense of palapbility towards yourself, taking great concern towards your flaws, physically and mentally. You simply felt like an object, something that somebody could chew up, then spit out when they've grown bored, or in your case; chew up and spit you out when they want a new one.

Thoughts; memories, moments, words he said to you, all ran through your mind, toying with your head as you leaned into your pillow, wondering, why?

Just why? Were you not good enough, did you not put your everything into your relationship, were you annoying, or did he not find you attractive. Thoughts plagued your mind consecutively before one thought occupied all the space.

Maybe he was just an asshole.

An asshole; for doing that.

for making you feel this way.

for making you look at yourself in a hateful way.

Or perhaps, you were just gullible, foolish for believing that genuine love could florish between people like you two, you were simply stupid for loving him in the first place, for giving him all of you and him betraying you in the snap of a finger was your punishment.

Pain, anxiety, lonliness was constant in your system, as you fell into the loop; reminiscing the memories you shared with him, painting him as an asshole to get your brain to move on, deducing yourself to be a fool for loving him in the first place, as lastly concluding that you were still in love with him.

You sighed for the hundredth time, turning your face so that your vision pointed up at the ceiling, you extended your hand to grab your phone which vibrated against the wooden nightstand it laid on, providing a small exposure of light in your pitch black room.

Turning on your phone, you see the million notifications from your friends, asking if you were okay, you saw some notifications from boys whom were waiting patiently for you and Jean to break up to slide into your DMs.

Clicking on the Instagram icon, you waited for the homepage to load, your heart begun drumming against your chest as you saw the pink-to-orange gradient circle around Jean's round profile photo displayed on recently uploaded stories.

Impulsively, you clicked the icon, regret coiling in your brain as the story took time to load, upon loading, your eyes widened, seeing Mikasa's face posted to a love song, the red heart emoji captioned the screen as the story, and the music played from your phone.

Your eyes prickled with tears as you slammed your phone onto the bed, you screamed into your pillow, groaning as you stood to your feet, "This won't fucking do.'' you grunted, "Hey y'all, halloween party at my place, pull up if you're free" Floch's voice ringed from your phone, turning your phone screen to face you, you looked at Floch's Instagram story that automatically played, an evil smirk forming on your face as you rummaged through the pile of clothes on your floor.

Grabbing a black bra, a pair of shorts and a pair of black boots which stopped mid-calf, you stripped out of your two-day old clothes, wrapping yourself in a towel before stepping into the shower. "Siri, play some music." you chimed as your hype-music boomed from your phone's speaker.

Stepping into the shower, you washed your hair, shaved every part of your body with caution, muttering "I have to get laid." repeatedly like a crazy woman. Stepping out of the shower, you grabbed a black thong, music boomed in your ears as you danced in your dorm room while slipping the thong up your thighs, followed by your dark blue denim shorts, you grabbed the straps of the thong, raising them so they were visible under your shorts.

You clipped on your bra while opening your minifridge using your feet, you grabbed your emergency bottle of Hennessy, downing a large gulp, scrunching your face as the bitterness settles in your tongue, burning your throat as it enters your system, feeling a slight buzz, you downed a larger gulp, manically searching for your phone in the covers of your bed with your right hand, bottle of Hennessy in your left hand, taking occassional sips, bliss and excitedness pumping through your body.

Turning off the music which was playing, you shoved your phone in your back pocket of your shorts, leaving the open bottle of Hennessy on the wooden side table near your bed as you slip on your black boots, "Fuck where is it." you cursed as you searched your pile of clothes for a vital item for your costume.

"Yes!" you cheered upon finding the black cat ears, adjusting them onto your head before standing onto your feet, looking at yourself in the mirror. "How could somebody ever leave me." you mutter to yourself, touching your corporeal body as you look at yourself in the mirror.

Snatching your phone from your back pocket, you open the Instagram app, swiping to the camera feature, snapping some sexy pictures of yourself in your costume, finding a picture you liked, you put a song by Stunna Girl before posting it, waiting for it to upload before twisting the doorknob which kept you inside your dormroom, sashaying out of your dorm with clicks of your boots snapping from the floor.

"Goddamn!" someone muttered as you made your way through the hallway of several dormatories, upon reaching outside of your building complex, you took a large sniff of the air outside, perceptive of the afternoon breeze which smelled like maple syrup and cold donuts, you watched the hues of the sky, the bright orange to pink gradient seemingly more interesting as compared to other days where you'd immediately rush inside, not even peering up at the sky.

"Taxi." you called out, stepping into the yellow, black-striped vehicle, giving the driver details of your destination. You could hear the music from outside, the low-volume songs ascended its booming as you came closer to the property.

Floch's house was decorated with halloween decor, along with color-changing strip lights which illuminated the porch, displaying all the action of the people whom occupied the area; there were people kissing, grabbing at eachother, dancing, drinking, some even seemed to be getting fingered.

The yard of this frat house was littered with disposed bottles, snack paper wrapper, some tiny ziplock bags, as well as some red plastic cups. Kicking some shards of glass from the concrete pathway, you felt as if the ground was shaking to the beat of the music, your atomosphere synchronised with the sound of the music as you stepped into the porch, feeling the stares on you.

Tightening the straps of your bra and digging your phone even deeper into your pocket, you stepped into the house, the music becoming vivid as your eyes dazed at the disco-themed flashing lights reflected in your pupils.

Upon enterance, you were already pushed into the swaying crowd, dancing to whatever 90s to early 10s mix the DJ created, you heard yells, chants and moans compete with the playing music, you searched the entire room, subconsiously, counting all the people you were familiar with; Floch, Reiner, Ymir and Sasha.

You grinned when your eyes met with Sasha's, a grin of shame and embarrassment pratically, Sasha ran up to you, embracing you with tenderness as you giggled, holding back some tears as you expected the following words to come out of her mouth, "Listen, Jean's an asshole." she started, "Look at you, so beautiful, he should be lucky to even say he breathed the same air as you." she went on, grabbing your knuckles as she spoke, "It's fine, I'm fine and I really don't wanna talk about it." you vocalized, "Mhm, well, drinks are in the kitchen, but I feel like you already pre-gamed." she chatted, "Mhm, thanks." you smile at her before you all go your separate ways.

You pushed through the sonorous, shickered crowd, occasionally making eye contact with the boys whom knifed their gazes at you as if you were a piece of meat. You assumed you were in the hallway, as you passed through the dimly-lit, narrow path, barely littered with maudlin people, you heard voices paired with snickers as you reached closer to the kitchen, the song suddenly faded into a new one, and you heard louder chants and yawps from the distant crowd in the living room.

Both your eyebrows raised as you enetered the kitchen, involuntarily staring at Jean and Mikasa, Mikasa sat on the counter of the island, in the middle of the kitchen, around her jumbled with several alcohol bottles, Jean situated himself between her thighs, hands caressing her skin.

Soon, you saw Jean's perforating stare, his eyes shifted to Mikasa's face, whispering into her ears, soon she looked back at you, giggling when she faced Jean. You clenched your jaw, rage pumping through your veins, you swore your face would turn into rock as your stone-faced expression appeared.

Oh you were going to tell her. you swore to yourself, cursing under your breath as you noticed snickers and giggles from everyone in the kitchen, all of them with eyes pointing at you. "Aye Jean, can I make a move on your old girl." your heard a boy try to whisper to Jean with little effort to conceal his words, Jean looked at him, "Yeah, whatever." Jean ragged, with an I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck expression, all his attention keen on Mikasa, the group of boys laughed as you took a step forward, grabbing a bottle of whatever you were capable of picking up.

Popping the lid off, you turned around, gulping down the substance recklessly, a poor attempt to compress the pain stinging in your chest and the weakness your body suddenly felt. Taking an electrifying gulp, you placed the bottle on the nearest counter top which spanned around the walls of the room of the kitchen, "It'd be so hilarious if Eren shows up." Connie snickered, jabbing at Reiner who stood in a separate corner, before Reiner formed a snarky comment, you felt a presence in front of you.

Speak of the devil.

The entire room burst out in laugher, Eren's eyes meets Mikasa's as she smiles shyly, mockery interpretated from her actions, Jean's eyes lingered at Eren's somehow laid back expression. Was he high?

You thought to yourself, of course you were no dummy, you knew that Mikasa left Eren for Jean, the same way Jean left you for Mikasa, theoretically, you and Eren were on the same boat. You looked up at Eren, who's gaze shifted from Mikasa, then to Jean and then to the other people in the room lampooning on the current situation.

Then Eren's eyes shifted down onto you. You and Eren weren't strangers, you knew him and he knew you. Before him and Mikasa were together, as well as before you and Jean were together, Mikasa and Jean were together.

Mikasa and Jean's relationship were ragged at, due to the fact that Mikasa had been with several guys closely associated with Jean before hopping to Jean, both you and Eren ridiculed their relationship, that was back when you and Eren were colleagues, calling your relationship 'friends' would be pushing it.

However, your companionship with him soon came to an ironic end when Mikasa seemingly cheated on Jean with Eren, and in the next few weeks Eren isolated himself completely, ruining himself for a girl that would soon ruin him.

And well, out of convienence, Jean ran to you.

Everything was all and well, until the equilibrium was broken, meaning; Mikasa got bored of Eren and effortlessly jumped to Jean who was more than gleeful to take her back.

Oh well, end of backstory. Back to the present.

You looked up at Eren, a grin on your face, one that was hinted with slight mockery, you moved to the side, avoiding his figure as you walked out of the kitchen. Not wanting to be in that unbearing environment, you questioned yourself, wondering why you even came to this party. Soon, all your questions came to an abrupt end when the song switched, satisfyingly. You briskly walked to the living room, looking for an unoccupied body to grind on as you felt the sudden buzz of the alcohol.

The crowd ate your body as you found yourself backing it up on a random girl, slurring your words as you sung the lyrics to the song in a maudlin tone, woozy from the alcohol. Soon the music switched, and the lighting suddenly dimmed, you checked your phone, seeing the time was 6P.M, meaning the party had just kicked off.

Smirking when you felt a large presence tower behind you, you purposefully, pushed yourself backwards, poking your ass out as you moved your waist in a circle, feeling the person's large, calloused hands roam over the dip of your waist, down to your hips, keeping a steady hold as he grinded onto you.

You felt yourself getting wetter as you were somehow able to smell him, his colonge which was paired with an innocent whiff of shampoo, with the twist of your neck, you turned looking at who was behind you. Biting your lower lip once you realized it was Eren.

His eyelids were heavy as he looked down at your body, the globe of your ass covered by the denim of your shorts which was pressed against his grey sweatpants. His hands grabbed at your hips, pulling you onto him, you teasingly wriggled your hips, the flesh of your ass recoiling. "Fuck." he groaned, "Stop." he murmured, his raspy voice rang in your ears, and you were sure that there was a wet spot on your panties right now.

At this point alcohol had arrogated your body, impulsively, you pushed your ass back onto him, feeling how hard he was getting under his sweats. His hands housed your hips, you felt his touch tensen as he seemingly pulled you into him, you looked back at him, biting your lip when his eyes met yours.

At this point, the songs started switching more frequently, and more people started piling up in the living room, increasing the size of the crowd. "Holy shiiit, is that Eren?" an unfamiliar voice spoke amongst the loud music playing paired with the noisy crowd of swaying bodies. "Yeah, with Jean's girl." another voice was heard.

Pausing your movements you turned to look at where the interrogative voices emerged from, before you could even turn your head, Eren made you straighten your back, the back of your shoulders pressing against his chest, in one swift motion, Eren spun you around, making you face him.

You looked up at him, his dark green eyes piercing into yours as his hands found their way to your ass, his fingers settling on the curve. You looked at his eyes, then down to his pink lips, he then slowly started lowering his head, you knew where this was going.

Your heart throbbed in your chest, as your pussy simultaneously throbbed in your panties, his lips pressed onto yours in the warmest way possible, you felt his hands grip onto your ass as you maneuvered your hands to grab at his deep brunette hair.

For a split second, everything went silent, and you felt as though every emotion you previously endured had suddenly disappeared, the warmth of his lips somehow spread throughout your body, as you clenched your thighs together, breaking out of the heated kiss, Eren's lips never left the close contact of your skin as he traced down to your ears.

"C'mon." he whispered, before he slightly distanced himself from your face, his hands left your ass as he grabbed onto your hand, dragging you through the crowd, you didn't even notice the stares, paired with the several 'oohs' and cheers of other people, taking notice of the situation occurring.

Eren led you upstairs, which was dark and quiet, the orange murkiness of light which dispersed through the room shone over your head as the heels of your boots dug into the light tuape-colored carpet, the buttermilk shaded walls hung several abstract paintings of fruits.

You suddenly looked down at Eren's larger hand which clasped yours, feeling the torridity in your chest, stopping infront a walnut-colored door, with a silver doorknob, you looked up at Eren, heart thumping in your chest as his greedy, green eyes roamed up and down your body.

"You don't want to?" he questioned, genuine concern imbued into his voice, "I want to!" you confirmed, practically squealing, Eren giggled as he twisted the doorknob, allowing you to walk in first, you examined the umber-brown walls, paired with the same taupe-grey carpets from the hall, the atmosphere of the dimly-lit candle which attempted to illuminate the room echoed with the wall colors.

You felt a sudden whirpool of emotion in your body, to put it simply, greed, you wanted to fuck him so badly that it made your pussy dampen in his mere presence. Eren came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulder, pressing his lips against the shell of your ear, "So fucking beautiful, how could anybody even think of leaving you." he sibilated.

His hand traveled down to the buttons of your shorts, unbuttoning the first loop before sliding down the zipper, his fingers slithered down your pants, rubbing at your clit, upon his sudden contact with your pussy, you held back the moans which arose.

"So fucking wet." he whispered as he let out a chuckle, his chin rested on your shoulder as he used one hand to massage your boobs, and the other to play with your pussy. Everything felt too good, you bit your lower lip as you felt your legs weaken.

"Listen." Eren whispered into your ear, "How bout' we make a little video for your lying boyfriend." Eren suggested, you turned your face to look at him, your lips meeting his in a slow, deep kiss.

"Mm, yeah." you agreed, "Alright, get on the bed, princess." Eren instructed, you walked up to the grey sheeted bed, sitting on the edge as Eren loosened the string on his sweatpants, pulling down the waistband, exposing the large tent in his boxers. You bit your lower lip as you looked at his clothed cock, right in front of you.

"Eren." your voice called out, "Hm?" he looked down at you, walking up to you, caressing your face with one hand, "I want you to fuck me from the back." you stated, you watch Eren's lips tug into a smirk as you got onto your fours.

Arching your back, you felt Eren's large hands around the belt loops of your shorts, slipping the denim fabric off, exposing your black thong which concealed your throbbing pussy. You could feel Eren's fingers slide away the thin piece of cloth which clothed your pussy, "You ready, princess?" he questioned, stroking his dick, coating his shaft with his pre-cum which oozed out of the tip.

"Mm, yeah." you groaned, you felt the tip of his cock, prodding at your wet enterance, "Fuckkk." Eren cursed as he slid his entire length into your welcoming pussy, your walls coating his dick with your juices.

"Shiit." you whined, his slow movements producing moans from you as his extensive, and broad cock pushed in and out of you. "You're so sexy like this." Eren groaned, his hand reaching to hold onto your hip as he buried his cock into you, feeling for his phone, he pulled it out, swiping to the Camera setting and hitting the record button.

"C'mon, show Jean what he can't have." Eren grunted, "Bounce on my dick, baby." Eren encouraged with a breathy giggle as you pushed yourself up and down his length, moaning his name as the friction of your walls against his hard, heavy cock sent a rush of pleasure up your spine, bliss fogging your brain.

Eren used his hand on your hips to pull and push you up and down his cock, his rickety, heavy breaths were heard as his head fell back, groaning your name at the soft, yet intense feeling of your pussy wrapped around his throbbing cock, bobbing up and down on it.

All the times he had engaged in having sex previously, could never amount to this, he made sure to get the way your ass sprung back on his cock with every thrust, pointing his iPhone camera at an angle where you looked best.

Likewise, you never felt as good as how you felt now, Eren's dick was significantly better than Jean's, and the whole concept of Eren recording you on his cock simply made it better, you arched your back as your knees dug into the sheets, you felt a mixture of yours and Eren's arousal drip down between your thighs.

"Oh fuuuck!" you bawled when Eren suddenly slammed into you, hearing your skin slap against his, "Shit, I'm close." he moaned, his pace quickened as he slammed into you, faster and harder, causing your pussy to react immediately by clenching around his cock, as the knot in your lower stomach become undone, you came all over his cock, prompting him to come inside of you.

"Fuck, I'm coming." Eren panted in the midst of your moans, painting your walls white with his come as you felt him pulse inside of you. Your breaths were heavy and unsteady as you felt Eren pull out, you heard several clicks from his phone.

"How bout' you do it?" he offered, displaying his phone screen; the already attached video file of your recent sextape in Jean's chat. With barely any hesitation, you used your remaining energy to click the send button, falling flat onto your chest with an exhausted sigh as you heard Eren chuckle.

"You want the video." he asked, with a soft voice as he laid next to you, sweat coating his forehead. "First ones never come out good, I'll take the second one." you teased, hoping you'd get to have another experience like this with him again, very soon.

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jerirose · 7 months ago

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13. Imagine Description under the cut ❤

Twitter | Instagram [Image Description] A digital realism portrait of Han Jisung from Stray Kids, from the chest up. He is wearing a light pink hoodie with a light blue denim jacket over it. His hair is brown with redish-pink highlights. Han is looking off to the left at a almost 3/4 angle. His eyes are dark brown, matching the roots of his hair, he has blush rosy cheeks with colourful stars over them and glowing star freckles. Behind him is a gradient going from black to purple, to blue to peachy pink (like a night sky into sunset), which is peppered with glowing stars. Around the painting are roughly scribbled colourful stars, a small doodle of a planet is hidden behind his jack on the left and on the right by his shoulder a doodle of a comet surrounded by flames. On his jacket there are two pins above the right pocket, which has an Anarchist A painted on it, the pins are a rainbow pin and a trans flag pin. Around him is the faint scribble of the number 13.

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frozen-snowflakesandsunflowers · 6 months ago

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Frozen: Winter Festival: A new short? | News

Guyyss we might possibly have brand new Frozen content on the horizon!! A new short could be coming out soon!

All credits go to @/girliesandghouls on Instagram. Today, leaks have come out for some Frozen Dolls on Amazon set for release on September 1st. These are the images released.

These dolls are titled "Mattel Frozen Fashion Dolls". These specific ones are the "Icy Ice Skating" Elsa and Anna. We also have Olaf with an ice cart, Frozen carriage and doll play set, and Frozen ball gown 2 pack.

The details for the dolls are:

This confirms that Frozen: Winter Festival is some kind of feature, most likely and possibly a short. But more on that in a bit.

The new looks:

They look good but I want to look deeper into what their outfits really look like. These dolls definitely give Olaf's Frozen Adventure vibes with the blues and the winter outfits:

For Anna, her hair seems to be fully done and not in any kind of style unlike Frozen 2 when she had braids at the back of her hair. He jacket has the same structure as her OFA one with the collar, sleeves, the waistline and the buttons. She has a black bodice with the familiar pointed down waistline. Her skirt is the gradient of dark blue. With a similar pattern to her Frozen blue skirt. It could be the same length as that. Her boots however are much shorter than the usual high boots we've seen on her previous looks. They even have a fluffy rim around it and laces too. The boots are a purple pink like her cape in Frozen but because it's a doll, it's probably more detailed in the actual short or feature. I absolutely love her look. I love her OFA look so I'm excited for this one too. Obviously it's going to be more detailed in the short because dolls simplify things.

For Elsa, her hairstyle seems to be the same as her Fifth Spirit look. Elsa's dress is giving me more of her dress under her Frozen 2 coat vibe with the lines, snowflake designs and sparkles and her leggings/ trousers. But I think the purple part of her dress is that sequin type look of that frozen 2 dress under her coat. Her dress has an asymmetrical shape to it being lifted from the front. Her previous longer dresses have a train at the back however this dress could be shorter with no train just to show her leggings and also for ice skating purposes, so the train doesn't get caught. Her dress has a blue to purple gradient to it at the skirt and the sleeves like her classical ice dresses as well as the familiar pointed down sleeve ends. Her ice sandals have been ditched for ice heels again which I love. Elsa's cape is roughly the same length as the back of Elsa's dress and has a white to purple gradient to it. The shape seems to be the same as her previous longer ice dresses being from the back or under arms. Her leggings are also purple. Overall I think I love this look. As I said for Anna it's going to be more detailed in the short because dolls simplify things. And I love how Elsa isn't in white because it's not her main iconic colour unlike blue. And purple as her accent colour makes sense as her cape is a bluish purple in her Fifth Spirit look.

To clarify, these looks are the "Icy Ice Skating" looks, not the ball gown ones. The ball gown looks have not yet been leaked yet.

These are the Frozen and Frozen 2 Mattel dolls for outfit comparison:

So yeah we can see that the previous Frozen Mattel dolls have simplified some of the details the actual looks have so it's gone these looks from Frozen: Winter Festival is simplified too.

So with these looks analysed briefly, I'm so excited for their ball gown looks. They haven't had a ball gown look since Frozen when Elsa had her coronation. So just imagine their full length dresses stunning again.

The new short?

So most likely this is from a new short in the works. Some of us probably weren't expecting anything new let alone a short before the big two part movies but some of us were hoping. And looks like it's true. It makes sense to have a short now because Frozen 3 isn't coming until 2026! Some of us were expecting they'd keep the 6 year gap and release it next year in 2025 but they have made the gap 7 years from Frozen 2. So it's great to have another short while we wait.

I believe this short could be out this year and be in front of Moana 2 in November. Mostly because that release date is Frozen's usual release month and Moana is highly anticipated so it's a good strategy to get people to see this short if theatrical. And also because if the short is set in winter, it makes sense to release it closer to Winter time. That's obviously just my guess. But to think that this short is set in winter means it'll give that Frozen and OFA vibe that is iconic to the franchise. I say that because I know Frozen 2 is controversial to the fandom for understandable reasons and with the autumn vibe the theme of change really screams out. So it's nice to be back in the winter element again with the sisters together.

And if some of you believe this is a leak of Frozen 3, I would completely deny that because I doubt we'd get a leak so soon, more than 2 years before it's release date. With all we know of Frozen 3 behind the scenes too, the leaks seem to be tightly sealed because the movies sound big and any details given could spoil it for us of course. Besides a Short around this time makes much more sense.

As for the runtime of this short, that's obviously not known but if we were to guess, it would be 20 - 30 minutes because if any shorter they would only have time for one look. Frozen Fever was 7 minutes and Olaf's Frozen Adventure was 22 minutes. OFA had one main look but Anna's look was slightly adapted for the search for the Olaf scene, consisting of a blue snow hat, her two iconic braids and blue mitten gloves similar to that of Frozen. So it's possible that this short is slightly longer than OFA to have a decent amount of time on both outfits.

When the ball gown dolls leak I'll analyse them too. So keep your eyes peeled.

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videostarblogs · 3 months ago

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4. hime gyaru

hime gyaru, also know as princess gal, is a subculture of the broader gyaru fashion movement from Japan. it blends hyper femininity, elegance, and opulence, drawing inspiration from princesses and rococo fashion. here is a detailed breakdown of hime gyaru.

origins and development

hime gyaru emerged as a subculture of the gyaru fashion movement in the early 2000s. gyaru, which means gal is Japanese, is a youth fashion subculture that emphasizes glamour, beauty, and rebellion against traditiona; Japanese beauty standards.influences by european rococo and Marie Antoinette aesthetics, hime gyaru combines elements of japanese kawaii culture with an extravagant and princess like style. brands like Jesus diamante and Liz Lisa were instrumental in popularizing the look.

key motifs

elegant and opulent clothing: hime gyaru putifts often feature dresses and skirts with luxurious fabrics, laces, ribbons, and frills. silhouettes are typically aline or fit and flare to enhance a feminine, princess like appearance.

pastel and soft colors: the color palette includes pastel pinks, white, creams, and other soft, delicate hues that add to the fairy tale charm of the style.

statement hair and accessories: big, voluminous hair is a signature of hiem gyaru. hairsty;es often includes large curls, bouffants, and elaborate updos, sometimes adorn with tiaras, bows, and floral headpieces.

luxurious details: pearls, rhinestones, and other sparkling embellishments are common in hime gyaru fashion, both in clothing and accessories. shoes after featured high heels with bows or other decorative elements

doll like makeup: makeup is characterized by flawless, porcelain skin, dramatic false eyelashes, and gradient or glossy lips, the overall look aims to create a doll like, elegant appearances.

music

hime gyaru fashion doesn't have a very specfic music genre associated with it, but j-pop artis and idols who embrace a cute elegant style, such as kyary pamyu pamyu and AI otsuka, often resonate with the aesthetic.

here are a few other music artists I suggest personally!!!!!!

Kyary Pamyu Pamyu

Momoiro Clover Z

Faky

Babymetal

Guso Drop

Sakura Fujiwara

Necronomidol

Mary’s Blood

Lovebites

Broken By The Scream

movies

films and media that feature princesses or luxurious, elegant settings align well with hime gyaru. movies like Marie Antoinette directed by Sofia Coppola and Disney princess films provide visual inspiration for the opulent and regal aspects of the style.

here are some other movies to watch as well!!!!!!!!!!!

Kamikaze Girls (2004)

Paradise Kiss (2011)

Boys Over Flowers (2005)

Hanayome wa Yakudoshi (2013)

Sailor Fuku to Shichinin no Kobanashi (2012)

Honto ni Atta Kowai Hanashi (2007)

Himitsu no Hanazono (2012)

Koibito ni Hanataba wo (2011)

Love Exposure (2008

books and other medias

manga and anime: shojo manja and anime that feature beautiful, elegant characters and romantic storylines often appeal to hime gyaru athusiasts. titles like nana ny AI yazawa and cardcaptor Sakura by clamp showcase characters with a sense of style that resonates with hime gyaru

magazines: japanese fashion magazines like ageha and egg often feature hime gyaru style, providing readers with the latest trends, makeup tutorials and hairstyle ideas.

social media: platforms like Instagram, youtube, and TikTok are vital for hime gyaru fashionistas to share their outfits, makeup routines, and diy projects. influencers and fashion icons within the community play a significant role in popularizing and evolving the style.

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outfit inspo

overall, hime gyaru is a glamorous and elegant fashion subculture that celebrates femininity, opulence and a fairytale princess aesthetic. it combines luxurious clothing, dramatic hairstyles, and doll like makeup to create a look that is both extravagant and charming.

make sure to like, reblog if you'd want, and follow my blog for more fashion breakdowns and inspo

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floralcrematorium · 6 months ago

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you should add them on Facebook, Sakura's about to to post some kandi tutorials

full images without the gifs & with the original colors below the cut!

Left is with the copious amounts of gradient maps I used to make it look like the picture was taken with the flash on and Right is the OG colors!!!

The gifs in the above image are from Instagram. I cannot get Blingee to load on my wifi whatsoever

Here's a close up of my FAVORITE part of the whole piece

I got the manga pages from @hetascanlations !! I believe they're from 2014, chapter 1, on the blog!!!

I also know this is a mess when it comes to the time period, oops! I originally was going for more of a 2008ish look, with Scene Amelia and (Dark) Decora Sakura, but with the 2014 manga and addition of kandi, they kinda just look like 2020s scene revivalists... oops! I don't think I leaned into the decora look enough for Sakura as well. I'll definitely do decora fashion better for her individual illustration

I also need everyone to know that they made each other's necklaces. They were meant to be friendship necklaces, which is why Amelia's has an S, but Amelia got LAZY and just made one big necklace for Sakura that she's looped around her neck three times. Sakura made the star that Amelia's wearing too :)c also they traded hairclips

This entire thing was sparked by me thinking abt Amelia to Avril Lavigne's "One Of Those Girls," which I HAVEEEEE to draw her to. May draw an individual Sakura illustration as well, for funsies. The first time I saw a picture of people with super teased and flat-ironed hair with all of the dyed raccoon tail extensions, it was OVER for me. Age 10, I wanted to be them SO BAD. Anyway, I wouldn't consider myself scene, I definitely considered myself emo in the early 2010s, but I got a lot of hand-me-downs from a friend who was scene, including the shirt that Amelia's sweatshirt is based off of and some DC shoes!!! I won't lie, though, Amelia's definitely wearing some cowboy boots with her fit. Sakura's probably got some checkered vans. Anyway, they're probably listening to Breathe Carolina and Millionaires

I also absolutely ruined my Spotify feed for this drawing, so, hope you all enjoy because my Spotify wrapped will NOT!

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mochimiyaas · 1 year ago

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🪐 no idea if this has reached tumblr yet or not but i found this rlly cute picrew on twitter!

couldnt find the right hairstyle so i went with the next best thing. plus it was lacking in piercing and tattoo options imo. but other than those things,, it was rlly cute!! 🥺🥺 (found out i could make kantoman & bonten kokonoi on it lmao)

anyway. tagging @softbajis @thecoffeelovingfreak @the-travelling-witch @lucensei @traumxrei-archive @keiskyutie @em1e @monocaelia @delvalentine @akmu if u want. no pressure!!

#picrew #shut up em.#earth to em. . .

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clean-bubbles-aka-bubbles · 2 months ago

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Perpetual Confrontation with Perpetrator

ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME! CREDITS: skrt.skrt28 on instagram

Thunderous thumps caused the floor to rumble slightly. The three stiffened up in fear, with Cesar expressing most fear since that particular thing—whoever or whatever—was behind them made him self-unalive.

The creature before them stood tall, its form skeletal and shadowy. Despite this, its eyes were large and cartoonish, almost uncanny. Its unnaturally long, white grin, coupled with Cesar's hairstyle, only added to the surreal nature of the creature. It now stood on all fours, its body a gradient of grey and white. The creature's hands remained as claws, and its legs ended in pointy, needle-like spikes. Skeletal spikes protruded from behind its limbs, adding to its eerie appearance. It also had a long, thin tail of many small bones that gave the illusion of fluffiness, but it was not.

“Wait, YOU again!?” Mark’s eyes widened in shock and anger. “Y-You’re the one that murdered my friend!” He gritted his teeth, readying his gun again.

“Reminder that he survived thanks to you mortals." The Perpetrator scoffed. "Besides, you’re out of bullets after shooting me in the face and stomach.”

The Perpetrator's words sent a chill down Mark's spine, his grip on the gun tightening reflexively. He glanced down at the empty magazine, realizing the truth in the creature's words. Fear and frustration boiled within him, the memory of his friend's death fueling his anger.

“Hey! You’re the one who almost got me killed! And you attacked my mom! What did you do to her!? Where is she!?” Cesar coughed hoarsely from recovering after nearly dying.

The Perpetrator tilted its head slightly, a grotesque mimicry of curiosity as it regarded Cesar with its eerie, too-wide eyes. "Ah, your mother?" it said, its voice dripping with a mockery of concern. “She was merely a means to an end—a way to draw you out. As for where she is now—let's just say she's somewhere you cannot reach her."

Cesar's face contorted with a mix of fear and anger. "Tú pequeño pinchazo! You son of a–" he started, his voice hoarse but filled with fury. Bubbles quickly placed a restraining hand on his arm, a silent plea to stay calm. She was a bit surprised to see Cesar swear in his native language to an Alternate.

“What do you want?” She asked, reaching in her back and taking out her bladed frisbees.

The creature's laughter filled the room, a chilling sound that echoed off the walls. "Want? I am here to fulfill the will of our Lord and Savior. To ensure the Artisan will suffer from its losses," it said, its gaze locking onto the three.

"But you guys seemed to have the luck of the Celestial Artisan on your side. And you three have been quite the thorn in our side. But it seems that based on the other Alternates’ observations, you’re quite… oblivious to what transpires. I’ve been getting reports that Alternates have been killed discreetly the majority of the time. So if one of us confronts you in our presence, she will take time to come, right?"

Bubbles felt a cold dread settle in her stomach. The Perpetrator was close to discovering her role as the Celestial Artisan, which meant the stakes were higher than she had feared. She needed to protect her friends and end this threat–or at least slow down and weaken it, but how?

Mark noticed the tension in Bubbles and stepped slightly in front of her, his protective instincts kicking in despite the fear that gnawed at him.

*CLICK!*

"You'll have to go through me first," he declared, though his empty gun offered little reassurance.

“¡Idiota! You have an empty gun!” Cesar facepalmed at his friend. “What do you think that’s going to do!?”

The brown-haired teen winced at his Hispanic friend’s words, realizing the futility of his declaration. He glanced down at the empty gun in his hand, a bitter taste of defeat filling his mouth.

"W- What are you going to do after you kill us?" Bubbles raised an eyebrow.

"After?” The Perpetrator's grin widened a grotesque expression that sent shivers down their spines. “Oh, there is no after for you," it hissed, its voice echoing slightly in the stark, empty hospital corridor.

"But for the world?” He snarled. “The chaos has just begun. Our Lord has plans, grand plans, and you three are but a minor nuisance to be dealt with.” He pointed three elongated fingers at them.

“Once it's over, then we’ll be making more killings in this county, and once we’re powerful enough, there is nothing the Celestial Artisan can do to stop us!"

The girl deadpanned.

“...Why the hell would you reveal the plan to people out loud? Are you trying to sound menacing? Because if you tell us before you kill us, there’s technically no point psychologically manipulating us since we would have believed that’s how the fate of the world would be—in fact, we’re already dead and we can’t do anything about it in the afterlife.”

She shrugged.

The Perpetrator's smile faltered momentarily, its composure slipping at Bubbles' retort. It seemed momentarily taken aback, not expecting such a candid challenge. The creature quickly regained its menacing demeanor, though a flicker of irritation crossed its distorted features.

"You think you understand the complexities of our plans?" it sneered, the menace in its voice now tinged with condescension. "You are nothing but pawns in a much larger game, one you are far from comprehending."

Bubbles rolled her eyes, her resolve hardening despite the fear still gripping her. "Well, if you're going to kill us anyway, then why not tell us your plans? It's not like it makes a difference now." She then turned back to her friends with a small note reading: “Find a distraction.”

Cesar nodded before he looked at his friend. “Come on, let’s find one of those large canisters,” his friend muttered back to Mark as the brown-haired teen holstered his gun before looking around.

"If our demise is inevitable, why the theatrics?" she challenged, trying to keep the creature engaged. "Why not just do it and get it over with?"

"Because," it began, stepping closer, its voice dropping to a menacing whisper, "the fear, the anticipation of your end, amplifies the satisfaction.Knowing there is no escape, watching you squirm is part of the joy."

“Uh-huh… right, but wouldn’t that be a waste of time if you’re trying to accomplish something?” She added.

“Also, if you’re going to be a true villain, I think it’s best if you keep your things a secret. Technically, it is common for people to be scared of the unknown, so keeping plans in secret will make the person panic, knowing that they will not know what will happen in the future, you know?”

She gestured with a confused shrug as Cesar quietly helped Mark grab a fire extinguisher.

The Perpetrator's eyes narrowed, its irritation evident as it processed Bubbles' words. "You think you can lecture me on fear?" it spat disdainfully. "You know nothing of true dread."

"But you're still here talking to us," Bubbles countered, her tone even but edged with a slight challenge. "Why not finish this and move on to your grand plans?"

The creature paused, its malevolent gaze flickering between the three humans as if reassessing the situation. It seemed to be contemplating its next move, perhaps not used to its prey questioning its methods.

Meanwhile, taking advantage of Bubbles's distraction, Mark and Cesar positioned themselves quietly with the fire extinguisher. Mark held it tightly, ready to use it as a makeshift weapon or diversion when the moment was right.

The Perpetrator finally hissed, "Because... I am instructed to toy with you, to break you down mentally before your inevitable demise. Fear is a tool, and I wield it masterfully."

“Well, clearly, you have it, but you’re using it improperly.” She rolled her eyes.

"You... you dare to lecture me on villainy?" it hissed, its voice tinged with anger. "You, a mere mortal, presume to understand the intricacies of our plans?"

Bubbles shrugged nonchalantly, maintaining her calm facade in the face of the creature's growing agitation. "I'm just offering some friendly advice," she said with a small smirk. “After all, if you're going to be a villain, you might as well be a good one, right?"

Bubbles noticed Mark and Cesar's silent communication and slight movements. She gave a subtle, barely perceptible nod, signaling that she understood and was ready for whatever they planned.

“Tell me, what is this one flaw that makes me a not-so-good villain?!”

"Well, you're doing a fantastic job of being a cliché," Bubbles said dryly, her voice a mix of mockery and bravado. “Also, a general rule for people–personally–never let your enemies know your next move.”

The Perpetrator's eyes seemed to burn with fury at Bubbles' taunt, its form swelling as if fueled by its growing anger. ""Cliché?? I show you power, I show you fear, and you call it cliché?" it roared, its voice echoing ominously through the empty corridors of the hospital.

“Yes, exactly!” Bubbles fired back with undiminished bravado, keeping the creature engaged and distracted. "You're following the villain's playbook to a tee. Monologuing, underestimating your opponents, and now losing your cool? Textbook."

The Perpetrator paused, taken aback by her audacity. It seemed momentarily unsure, its confidence shaken by her pointed critique. This hesitation was precisely what Bubbles aimed for—a moment of doubt that could give them an edge. “Oh… WHY YOU LITTLE—!”

Enraged, the Alternate lunged forward, its earlier caution abandoned in its fury. Cesar, who had quietly retrieved a heavy object—a small portable oxygen tank—swung it with all his strength at the creature’s head.

*CLANK!*

The tank connected with a loud clang, and the creature staggered back, more from surprise than injury.

Mark nodded to Cesar, seizing the opportunity provided by Bubbles' distraction. With a swift, coordinated motion, Mark aimed the fire extinguisher at the Perpetrator while his Hispanic friend prepared to act as backup.

“Eat foam, sucker!” He exclaimed.

*FWISH!*

Mark discharged the extinguisher with a determined press, sending a cloud of white foam enveloping the creature.

The Perpetrator recoiled, its form momentarily obscured by the dense cloud. The foam barrier muffled and distorted the howl, causing the Perpetrator to let out a furious cry.

“Take this!” Bubbles shouted, grabbing a nearby chair. She swung it with all her might, aiming for where she guessed the creature might be. The chair connected with something solid, a satisfying thud resonating through the room as it made contact.

The creature stumbled out of the foam, disoriented and visibly shaken. It wiped the foam from its eyes, glaring at them with renewed malice. "You think these tricks will save you?" it hissed, regaining its composure.

"We don't need to save ourselves from someone too busy being a cliché," Mark retorted, his confidence bolstered by their successful attack.

Bubbles didn’t miss a beat, stepping forward to keep the pressure on. "If you’re going to threaten us, at least bring something new. Like I said–”

“Never let your enemies know your next move!” Cesar pulled out a small red glass vial. "¡Ahora, come un maldito tabasco, bastardo peludo y sin costillas, caricatura falsa y espeluznante!" He exclaimed before throwing it to its face, smashing the Tabasco jar.

*CRACK!*

*SPLASH!*

The glass shattered on impact, splashing the creature's face with the fiery hot sauce. The Perpetrator screeched in rage and pain, its distorted features contorting as it clawed at its burning eyes. The acidic contents of the tabasco sauce worked better than they could have hoped, momentarily incapacitating the formidable foe.

"Nice shot!" Bubbles exclaimed, throwing a supportive glance at Cesar. His improvisation had given them a critical advantage.

"Thanks! I learned that one from my mom!" Cesar quipped, managing a grin despite the adrenaline surging through his veins.

With the Perpetrator temporarily disabled, Mark, Bubbles, and Cesar didn't waste a moment. "Come on! Let’s go!" Mark said as they headed to find an exit.

As they ran, the Perpetrator's enraged howls echoed behind them, a stark reminder that their reprieve would be short-lived. They needed a plan and fast. “Mark, do you know where we can get out!?” Bubbles asked while carrying Cesar by one of his shoulders over her.

“I’ve been here before, when I was born and when I had to get my flu shots!” He remarked with a slight chuckle, trying to ease up the mood. “Once we get out of here, nothing is stopping us—”

*CRASH!*

An angry roar was followed as the Perpetrator appeared behind them across the hallway, smashing a few hospital cots and stretchers along the way. It had recovered from the pain, but it was mad.

“YOU CAN’T ESCAPE!”

It spoke in a demonic-like voice before running after them at an uncanny speed and manner.

The trio sped through the twisting hallways, Mark leading the way as they dodged debris and overturned equipment. The hospital, once a sanctuary of healing, had become a nightmarish maze with the enraged Perpetrator close behind.

"Left here!" Mark shouted as they approached a junction.

*SQUEAK!!*

He skidded around the corner, his familiarity with the hospital layout coming in handy under the dire circumstances. The signage above flickered sporadically, the arrow pointing towards the emergency exit offering a glimmer of hope.

Bubbles, supporting Cesar, glanced back to see the Perpetrator gaining on them. Its eyes burned with a vicious intent, and its white mouth was agape in a grotesque snarl. Their perilous situation was stark; they were outmatched in speed and might.

"Keep moving!" she urged, feeling Cesar's weight sag against her. Despite his awakening, he was far from fully recovered, his body still frail from his recent brush with death.

They reached an emergency stairwell. The door was barred with a crash bar. Mark slammed into it with his shoulder, bursting through with a grunt. The stairwell was dimly lit, the emergency lights casting long shadows that danced with their frantic movements.

"Down!" he yelled, taking the stairs two at a time. The echo of their footsteps mingled with the distant roars of the Perpetrator, its sounds growing ominously louder.

As they descended, Bubbles felt her heart pounding against her chest, not just from the physical exertion but from the fear of what might happen if they were caught. She knew they couldn't outrun the Perpetrator indefinitely. They needed a way to stop it or delay it long enough to escape.

Reaching the bottom, they burst through the door to the ground floor. The exit sign was just ahead, glowing red in the gloom. "Almost there!" Mark pointed, his voice strained with exertion and hope.

But they weren't budging open as they stepped to the automatic doors. “Oh, come on! Please work!” Cesar hoarsely coughed and grunted as Mark pounded and tried to break through the hospital doors.

“Damn it! Why isn’t it working?” The brown-haired male kept trying to break the door. He quickly looked around and tried to find an object to break it.

There was a patient monitor, but the screen flickered violently before a text appeared, reading, “THERE’S NO ESCAPE.”

The chilling message on the patient monitor sent a wave of dread washing over them. "Ignore it! We need to find another way out!" Bubbles insisted, her voice firm despite the fear clutching her heart.

“Any good ideas?” Cesar raised an eyebrow. “Mark,” he turned to his friends. “Do you know any doors or exits that are NOT electronically charged?”

“Not sure, but we don’t have much time.” Bubbles hummed, hearing the footsteps of the Alternate getting closer.

The brown-haired man seemed to contemplate, remembering what transpired when he was trapped in his room for three days. “Cut the power,” he flatly spoke.

His Hispanic friend looked at him incredulously. “Wait, we’re just going to turn it off? But don’t these Alternates have control over technology?”

“He means we’re going to cut the power off LITERALLY!” Bubbles emphasized.

Mark nodded sharply, catching on to Bubbles' plan. "Exactly! If we cut the main power, it might shut down the automatic doors' locking mechanism. They should default to an unlocked state for safety during a power outage!"

Cesar, still weak but fueled by adrenaline, pushed himself to think. "The main electrical room should be in the basement. It's a standard for hospitals to have their main switches there for emergencies."

With no time to lose, they quickly made their way toward the basement, the sounds of the Perpetrator's pursuit echoing menacingly behind them. As they ran, Bubbles maintained a grip on Cesar, supporting him as they navigated the dimly lit corridors filled with the sterile scent of antiseptics and the sharp, metallic tang of fear.

The brown-haired male led the way, using his memory of the hospital layout from his previous visits. "Here, this way!" he pointed towards a door marked with a sign for 'Electrical Room.' He tried the handle, but it was locked.

“Oh, come on!” Cesar and Mark groaned in annoyance.

“We don’t even have time to search for the key! ¡Nosotros vamos a estar muertos!” The Hispanic teen sighed.

“I can try lock-picking it,” Bubbles said, pulling out her hairclip. “However, considering it is not a hole lock, it'll take some time.” She eyed the shape of the keylock.

Bubbles inserted her hairclip into the lock, her fingers working with practiced precision despite the tremor of adrenaline coursing through her. Each click and scrape was a silent symphony of hope as she manipulated the tumblers within. Mark and Cesar kept watch, their eyes darting nervously down the corridor, listening for the ominous sounds of their pursuer.

"Anytime now would be great," Mark muttered under his breath, the tension palpable in his voice as he clutched a nearby fire extinguisher, ready to use as a makeshift weapon.

"Just a bit more," Bubbles whispered, her concentration intense. With a final twist, a soft click echoed through the tense air—the sound of success.

"Quick, inside!" she ushered her friends in, glancing over her shoulder to ensure the Perpetrator was not in immediate pursuit. They entered, and she shut the door, scanning the room for the main power switch.

The basement electrical room was a maze of conduit and buzzing transformers, the hum of electricity starkly contrasting their desperate silence. Mark used the flashlight to illuminate the labels on the various panels.

“Okay! We’re here, now… uh…” He trailed off, realizing they didn’t know which panels, lever, or wires to turn off.

"¿Qué diablos es esto?" Cesar muttered in his native language. “¿¡Qué tipo de hospital no tiene etiquetas!? ¡Esto es estúpido!”

Bubbles scanned the room, her mind racing as she searched for any sign of which switch or lever controlled the main power. "We need to find the master switch," she said urgently, her voice low but determined. "Keep looking. It has to be here somewhere."

Mark nodded, his gaze sweeping over the rows of panels and switches. "There!" he exclaimed, pointing to a larger panel at the room's far end. "That looks like it could be the main power switch."

Cesar rushed over to it, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached out to flip the lever. "Here goes nothing," he muttered, his heart pounding.

*CLICK!*

*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*

A sudden alarm blared in the electrical room, taking the trio by surprise. “AAGH!” Mark and Bubbles yelled as they held their ears.

“Turn it off!” The brown-haired male screamed. “That’s the wrong switch! It’s going to grab attention!”

“Sorry!” The black-haired male apologized before he flipped the switch, turning the alarm off.

Cesar, still frazzled by the loud alarm, moved quickly to another switch, his eyes wide with the urgency of their situation. "Let's try this one," he said, his voice tense as he reached for a different lever, marked somewhat ambiguously with a warning sticker.

With a determined pull, the room was plunged into darkness as the main power was successfully cut. The only light now came from Mark's small flashlight, its beam flickering slightly in his shaking hand.

"Did it work?" Bubbles whispered, her voice low in the sudden silence that followed the system's powering down.

"We won't know until we get back upstairs," Mark replied, his voice steady despite the circumstances. "Let’s move quickly. The emergency lights will kick in soon, and that thing might still be on our tail."

The trio navigated their way back through the basement corridors, moving as swiftly as possible in the dim light of Mark's flashlight. The eerie quiet was unsettling, but they pressed on, driven by the need to escape.

Footsteps began to pick up as they looked everywhere for the source, and there it was—The Perpetrator—chasing after them.

"OH FUDGE! GO, GO!"

Clean Bubbles scrambled in panic as she grabbed Mark and Cesar, carrying the boys over her shoulders with an arm before running at an uncanny speed, slightly faster than the Alternate.

“Damn! Are you a muscle woman!?” The Hispanic male exclaimed.

“What the hell!?” The brown-haired male was equally bewildered by the unexpected uncanny speed.

Reaching the ground floor, they hurried towards the main exit. This time, as they approached the automatic doors, there was a faint hum of the emergency backup power kicking in, and the doors slid open with a hesitant stutter.

"Go, go, go!" Mark shouted.

But before they burst through the doors into the cool night air, the Perpetrator pounced up from behind, slapping Bubbles with a clawed hand while she carried Mark and Cesar.

*WHAM!*

The impact force sent Bubbles tumbling forward, sprawling onto the ground, away from the hospital exit. The sudden shock of hitting the floored tile jarred her senses, but her concern was immediately for the boys she had been carrying.

Mark and Cesar, propelled by the momentum, rolled away on the ground, groaning as they stopped.

The boys scrambled to their feet, glancing back with alarm at Bubbles, who was struggling to rise. The Perpetrator towered over her, its grotesque grin widening as it prepared to strike again.

“Bubbles!” Mark shouted, rushing toward her, but Cesar grabbed his arm and held him back.

“We need another plan! Rushing in won’t help!” He hissed, scanning the area for anything they could use.

Bubbles coughed, shaking her head to clear it as she tried to stand, feeling the sting of the attack. Her eyes narrowed as she faced the looming creature. “You think you’ve won, huh?” she snarled.

*BAM!*

“AGH!” She coughed as a clawed hand grabbed her and slammed her body to the floor, its nails digging through her clothes and into her flesh.

The Perpetrator chuckled darkly, its grin stretching impossibly wide. "And who's going to stop me? You?" it sneered, its voice dripping with contempt. “You mortals can’t defeat us!”

“Are you sure? You still have that Celestial Artisan kicking your butt.” She remarked despite the pain.

The Perpetrator's eyes flashed with malice at the mention of the Celestial Artisan. "Ah, but you see," it hissed, leaning close, its breath cold, "the Celestial Artisan isn't here now, is she? Just you, weak and alone."

Bubbles grunted under the creature's grip, struggling to free herself. Her eyes flickered to Mark and Cesar, who were frantically looking for anything to help.

"Who said I was fighting alone?” She gasped. “Also, you’re still terrible at being a good villain.”

“Shut up!” It snarled.

“Dude, you’re letting me talk to you so casually and not getting me to scream in agony.” Bubbles rolled her eyes at him.

The Perpetrator's grip tightened on Bubbles. Its frustration is evident in how its shadowy form quivered with rage. "Perhaps I should rectify that oversight," it growled, its voice low and menacing.

"No need to, because by the way, you fell for that one universal saying and trick people say." She cut it off.

"And what is that?"

"Never let your enemies know your next move!"

Mark dashed forward, holding the defibrillator paddles charged and ready. His movements were swift, the result of adrenaline-fueled desperation. Cesar was beside him, carrying a metal pole he had grabbed from a broken bed frame, acting as backup.

The Perpetrator's attention snapped back to Mark, its eyes widening as it realized too late that it had been distracted by Bubbles. Mark pressed the paddles against the creature's skeletal, shadowy form as he neared. The electrical discharge crackled loudly in the quiet hospital corridor.

*ZZAP!*

The Perpetrator convulsed violently under the shock, its grip on Bubbles loosening. She scrambled away, gasping for air, her clothes torn and her skin marked from the claws. The creature stumbled back, its form flickering and distorting like a static-filled TV screen, momentarily disoriented by the sudden electrical assault.

“Now, Cesar!” Mark shouted, already retreating to ready another charge from the defibrillator.

Cesar swung the metal pole with all his might, aiming for the creature’s head.

*CLANK!*

The impact echoed through the corridor with a resounding clang, further disorienting the Perpetrator. It roared in frustration and pain, the sound chilling and otherworldly.

Bubbles, now on her feet, didn’t waste the moment. She swiftly joined the fray, pulling out another of her bladed frisbees. With a skilled flick of her wrist, she spun it towards the creature, aiming for its large, cartoonish eyes. The frisbee sliced through the air with deadly precision.

*SLICE!*

The frisbee cut a shallow gash across the creature's face, causing it to shriek and recoil further. Bubbles found a discarded IV stand. She swiftly ripped the metal pole from its base and wielded it like a spear.

The Perpetrator, reeling from the repeated electrical shocks, was slow to defend itself against Bubbles' improvised weapon. She thrust the sharp end of the IV pole forward with all her might, aiming for a weak spot in the creature's armor-like skin.

*THUNK!*

*SPLACK!*

*SQUISH!*

The pole tip pierced through, causing a dark, ichorous liquid to ooze. The Perpetrator shrieked, its voice echoing a terrifying mix of human agony and otherworldly rage. It flailed wildly, attempting to dislodge the pole, but Bubbles pushed forward, driving it deeper.

"Let's move! Now!" Bubbles commanded as the Perpetrator began to falter. The creature's movements grew sluggish, its attacks less coordinated. Sensing their advantage, Mark and Cesar supported each other and limped towards the exit, their bodies bruised but not broken.

Bubbles gave the IV pole one final push before turning to join her friends. As they neared the automatic doors, she glanced back to see the Perpetrator collapsing to the ground and struggling to remove the pole from its chest.

They burst through the doors into the cool night air. The sudden change from the hospital's claustrophobic atmosphere to the open, breezy outside world felt like a liberation. The hospital's exterior lights flickered ominously behind them, casting long shadows across the parking lot.

"We need to get out of here fast!" Mark said, panting heavily as they left the building.

However, Clean Bubbles paused in her tracks, looking at the hospital halls. She knew how fast Alternates could run, and if they could catch up with them, then they’d be running nonstop until they were dead.

“Bubbles! What are you doing!?” Cesar hissed. “The lights will turn back on, and the door will shut!”

*CLICK! Click! Click!*

“Keeping it at bay.” She remarked, not moving from her place as she looked at the abandoned hospital.

“What!?” Mark stopped and looked back. “What are you thinking!? Are you going to die for us!?”

*CLICK! Click! Click!*

“I know I won’t die.” She clenched her fist with determination as the emergency power started to kick in. “But listen,” the blue-and-black-haired girl turned to them.

“If this Alternate can follow us anywhere, we’ll be constantly on the run. However, if I can get this guy trapped somewhere in the hospital, then it won’t chase us.”

“What about you!? Don’t push us away like you did last time!” Cesar exclaimed.

“I’m not, but fine then. Come get me if I don’t return from the hospital after 30 minutes.” She nodded.

*CLICK!*

*SLAM!*

The lights flickered on, and the automatic doors were sealed shut, locking her and the boys apart.