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Teaching Astarion how to hug tho 🥺

He is so awkward, never knowing where to put his hands because you aren't a mere conquest - you're his beloved. He doesn't want to tar you with that same brush.

"Astarion, I'm freezing!" You whine, running up to him and pressing your face into his chest. Faerun is in the dead of winter, and your vampire is colder than usual. He's like a block of ice.

"Actually... I'm not sure if you're the best person to come to..." you wonder, a hint of mischief in your voice.

"N-No, no!" he panics, forcing you back against his body with an iron grip. His arms are so stiff, it feels more like a scroll of holding than a hug.

"Don't go to anybody else. I don't want to see you in the arms of anybody else..."

His admittance is cute, especially when he's so bashful about it.

"Hold me."

Astarion tries. He awkwardly pats your back and doesn't quite understand why you aren't pulling away yet. The hug is over. Isn't it?

"Put your hands on me."

Straight away, he's got them on your chest, your pert nipples peering through the fabric rather distracting...

"Not there," you huff, taking his hands and winding them around your back. He leaves them there without a word, but they're limp now.

"With some feeling. Snuggle me."

Your words just don't compute. Even when you try nuzzling into his torso. He pulls his arms a little tighter, but it's more like a rope pulling taut than a comforting hug.

"Tighter than that. Hold me like you're stopping me from falling into a muddy puddle."

He leaps into action and lifts your entire body up, spinning you playfully to where he would consider a dryer spot. It's enough to illicit giggles and smiles but as he places you back down gently, you realise he's got it. When he's lost in your eyes, pleased to hear the sweet sound of your laughing and watch the way your mouth curves...

His arms are just right, they're almost cradling you.

There is a pause.

But you snuggle yourself into him like a cat searching for a soft place to sleep, letting him hold onto that fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Astarion doesn't need to be told that this is the correct way to hug, because he can feel it.

Before long, he is surprising you with hugs and genuinely enjoying them as far as contact goes whilst he's trying to repair his relationship with sex and intimacy.

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(2023) TickleTober Day 8: Alien - More Human Than You Think

Fic Descript - The Doctor maintains that being tickling is a strictly human thing. While Rory is quick to accept it, Amy knows him too well.

~A/N  - BLAME @carrie-tate FOR THIS HER 11TH DOCTOR ART HAS REIGNITED MY LOVE OF THIS TRIO AND INSPIRED ME TO WRITE THIS FIC (ngl heavily based on this art)

These guys were my first introduction to doctor who when I was like 8 so they are very very important to me I love them, so hopefully I write this well ^^

(also feel it's important for everyone to know that I watched this wonderful montage the whole time I was writing it lmao)

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @fullsongphilosopher

Masterpost Link 

TickleTober Masterpost

"I keep thinking I'm used to you." Rory said with a light chuckle.

The Doctor popped up from where he was working. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked with a scrunched face, wielding a modified hair dryer and what looked like washing machine tablets.

Clearly the irony was lost on him.

The TARDIS needed a little TLC (in the Doctor's words), and so the team had taken the rare opportunity of peacefully floating through space to get some adjustments done. The Doctor was banging and tinkering at the console, Rory was watching, and Amy had gone to take a shower (because apparently she had no desire to listen to the Doctor's consistent yapping as he worked).

"Well, I've been here for long enough to feel like I know you." Rory explained. "But then you go do something... odd... And it's like the first day I met you all over again."

"Are you forgetting Rory," The Doctor half-shouted over the whirring of the hair dryer. "I'm an over 900 year old Time Lord from another planet, of course I'm odd. The best people are."

Rory softly tilted his head, taking a moment to fully appreciate that perhaps it was the overall circumstance that was weird rather than the person in front of him, before circling around the console closer to his friend.

"That looks better." The Doctor sat upright and clicked off his tool, turning to face Rory. "What do you think? After this I've just got a few more tweaks and we can be off again."

"You look human though." Rory continued from his previous train of thought. "You eat human food, you dress in human clothes, surely you aren't completely Alien."

"I'm just as Alien to you as you are to me." The Doctor chirped, scurrying over to the next stage in his TARDIS-repair plan.

As he moved, however, he failed to realise the space (or lack thereof) between his head and the edge of the console. He let out a tight-lipped groan as he rubbed the impact site on the top of his forehead.

"And you feel pain like us." Rory added, jumping to add the spontaneous example that would back up his point to the list.

The Doctor shot him an agitated look. "Don't they teach you bedside manner at your nursing job? I near enough break my skull and all you do is point out that we both feel pain? Most beings do!"

Rory, ignoring the Doctor's initial complaining and instead focusing on his last statement, nodded in contemplation. "I suppose they do..."

"I sUpPoSe tHeY- ugh..." The Doctor rolled his eyes, accepting that he wasn't getting any sympathy from the usually most sympathetic person on the TARDIS. "Any other questions? Or can I get back to doing something important."

"Hmm..." Rory scratched the back of his head. "Are you ticklish or anything?"

The Doctor froze momentarily, before jumping to his feet with a spin and a smile. "Nope, that's unique to you humans."

Rory gave him a doubtful but unsure look.

"Honestly, if anything you lot are the weird ones with your... hyperactive nervous systems... and... involuntary laughter responses..." The Doctor rambled, but his flow was a little more disjointed than usual.

"I guess so..." Rory nodded, but he still couldn't shake the memory of the Doctor's odd reaction.

But, there was little time to think about it.

"Has he bored you to death yet?" Amy said with a grin from the stairway.

"Hey!" The Doctor complained as Rory laughed. "I'm the most quality entertainment out there."

Rory opened his arm for Amy to tuck herself under it. "The Doctor was just telling me how weird we humans are."

Amy gave him a look. "You're one to talk Mr Bow-Tie."

The Doctor tugged on the aforementioned accessory. "Bow ties are-."

"Bow ties are cool, right." She finished for him, rolling her eyes. "My point still stands, how exactly are we the weird ones?"

As Rory opened his mouth, the Doctor jumped in first. "Well, weird might be a strong word. Humanity is wonderful and beautiful and terrible and strange and-"

"We're ticklish." Rory interrupted. "But that was the only example he could give me so I'm not sure I-"

"Oh you're not ticklish, Doctor?" Amy asked halfway through Rory's statement, but something in her grin made The Doctor suspect she knew the answer already.

"Uh..." The Doctor rubbed his neck. "Well I... Well..."

"He said it was just a human thing." Rory offered a response, oblivious to the rising tension surrounding the Doctor.

"Is it now?" Amy took a few steps closer to the Time Lord, her face trying to seem innocent and confused. "Just humans?"

The Doctor stumbled backwards, his hands fumbling over themselves. "Well, perhaps sometimes... some Time Lords may... may be a little more uh... susceptible to uh... to things like that."

Amy continued her devastatingly slow pursuit around the console of the TARDIS, leaving Rory on the opposite side. "And would you be one of them?"

Rory finally caught on as the Doctor backed up towards him. "Wait you lied to me?!"

"Rory it was nothing personal I just-" The Doctor babbled nervously, his hands now forming a semi-protective barrier between him and his pursuer.

Amy made eye contact with her husband, that evil grin still plastered on her face. "Rory, how do we feel about liars?"

Without a word, Rory stepped behind the Doctor and hooked his arms under the Doctor's shoulders.

"Waitwaitwaitwait no!" The Doctor shrieked, wriggling in Rory's hold. "Plehease!"

"Huh..." Amy paused, an inquisitive look on her face. "Humans normally wait for the tickling to start before we start laughing... Is that a Time Lord thing too?"

The Doctor whined. "Yohou know that's not truhue!"

Rory chuckled from behind. "You're not really in a position to talk about truth right now."

The Doctor was about to argue when Amy lunged, lightly scribbling her fingernails all over the poor Doctor's torso. He inhaled sharply, the effort of containing his reactions forcing out squeaking noises.

"Seems pretty ticklish to me." Rory commented, struggling with the sudden responsibility of keeping the Doctor upright.

Amy smirked, pausing her attack. "Oh, I don't know... He's not laughing anymore, maybe he was right..."

"I'm-" The Doctor panted out. "Always... right-"

Before he even had the chance to finish there were ten fingers digging under his armpits.

His eagerness to jump at the opportunity to talk after being unable to for the last ten seconds was exactly what Amy was counting on, and the sudden unexpected attack brought out a shriek of helpless cackles from the poor Doctor.

With a grin, Amy looked up at her husband. "Now this is what I'd call ticklish."

"OHOKAY FINE FINE FIHIHINE!" The Doctor yelped in between giggles. "I'M TICKLIHISH! JUST LET ME GOHOHO!"

Rory and Amy locked eyes, smirking.

"What do you think Rory?" Amy asked, letting her fingers skitter up and down the Doctor's bony ribcage. "Have we proved our point?"

Rory hummed in thought, drawing out his response to mess with the Time Lord as long as humanly possible. "I might be convinced, but he still hasn't apologised for lying..."

"I DIHIDN'T HAVE A CHOHOHOICE!!!"

Switching to drilling her thumbs into the Doctor's hip bones in response to his claim, Amy gave him a fake-confused look. "That doesn't sound like an apology."

Rory laughed, while the Doctor scrambled to put together something that sounded like speech through his laughter. "FIHIHINE OKAHAY I'M SOHOHORRY!"

Amy withdrew her fingers as Rory guided the Doctor to the floor, letting him rest his head on Rory's leg.

"I think you're more human than you think." Rory chuckled, patting the Doctor's shoulder.

"Right." The Doctor glared up at him, but there was a hint of softness behind his eyes. "Can we go now?"

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the first of many and the start of something new

(pairing: rust cohle x fem!reader)

a/n: heyyy! another fic in the jealousy, jealousy universe! this is based on the mention of when the reader's left without a car after an accident and rust offers her a lift for the time being. just some more background building between the two and giddy feelings! hope you enjoy!

word count: around 2.8k

warnings: a smidgen of workplace sexism and mentions of reader having longer hair. that and cursing.

Today had been one shit day. Shittiest of shit days you’ve had the displeasure of encountering in a while actually. The power had gone out sometime in the night from some short burst of a storm so your alarm clock had gotten reset, resulting in you waking up nearly an hour later than your usual start time. It also meant that the dryer hadn’t finished drying all your work clothes for the week ahead leaving you to throw on whatever attire you had on the day before from your hamper that was decently wrinkled come this morning. The best you could do for your messy tresses was throw it up haphazardly into a banana clip you rummaged for in one of your bathroom drawers. You barely managed to slap on some blush to look a bit more lively and wipe any remnants of caked mascara from beneath your eyes you hadn’t bothered taking off last night. 

God, you were gonna be so late. 

You managed to keep a clean attendance record at work, rarely allowing yourself the opportunity to slip-up knowing you’d get chewed out more than anyone else by Quesada just cause. Yanking on your work boots and grabbing some of your gear you nearly managed to eat shit on the way out, not bothering to grab a bite to eat or even scrounge up some coffee. You prayed today was one of those days where Rust carried out his ‘secret’ routine of setting out your coffee before you’d show up to work. Your weathered bronco was low on gas but you’d have just enough to make it to work and hopefully back to whatever gas station nearby on the way home. Peeling out of the driveway like a bat out of hell and settling yourself on the main road your eyes kept flying nervously to the dashboard’s clock. Each ticking minute caused the buzzing anxiety in your gut to sink deeper and deeper. 

You checked your frazzled appearance in the rear-view mirror, failing to notice the intersection coming up ahead. Your heart just about leaped into the next state over when you barely managed the time to notice the rapidly closing gap between you and the car stopped in front of you. Slamming on your brakes, your car tires squealed to a stop and your front bumper found itself barely a hairsbreadth away from ramming into the vehicle ahead. Your relief was short-lived when the car behind you, unfortunately, didn’t have enough leeway to break at your sudden halt and collided with your car, causing you then to bump the car in front of you. The force of it had you near-whipping forward like a ragdoll, making you bump your head on the steering wheel. The separate trilling of respective car horns only added to your steady-growing headache. 

You could just about cry. 

By the time you actually made it the department after the mess that was trading insurances and getting your car towed to whatever repair shop that was in close proximity to the area of the accident you looked like you’d been dragged to hell and back. On top of taking one of the worst bus rides of your life, someone managed to spill their coffee across your lap at a harsh stop. The defeat weighing on your poor bones was apparent to everyone on the floor that took in the sorry state of your figure. You mustered up a mumbled greeting to the receptionist, feet dragging their way towards your desk. The small bruise on your brow throbbed increasingly, especially when that prick Geraci decided he’d make a snide pass at you as you trudged in.

“You’re gonna give folks around here a mean fright walkin’ around lookin’ like that, girl.” 

“Do me a favor and go dine on some dick, Geraci.” You snapped without even looking at the now angrily flushing man. Rust and Marty sat in their respective spots, one eyeing you with slight shock and the other with something unreadable as per usual.

“Now just what happened to you, missy?” Marty started in on you as you tossed your stuff down. 

Eyeing the anticipated presence of the daisy mug on your desk, you reached for it to take a sip of your awaiting coffee only to grimace at the realization that it was well cold and stale by now. Price of being late. Before you could grumble out a response your other consequence in the form of Quesada barked out your name to order you into his office. 

You just couldn’t catch a damn break. 

Closing your eyes and exhaling slowly to steady your spiking nerves, you set the mug down harshly before turning on your heel and stalking over to the Major’s office. The door promptly slammed shut behind you both, leaving everyone on the floor frozen for only but a moment before they resumed their individual tasks.

Marty let out a low whistle, shaking his head before turning back to some files, “Guess we should head on out now. She ain’t going anywhere anytime soon.” 

Rust didn’t say a word as he sat fixated on you getting reprimanded to no end by your fuming superior. 

The dusky hues of oranges and violets had long since burned in the sky by the time you finished with the deskwork Quesada had relegated to you for being late as well as your snappish attitude aimed at him while he had lectured you. The most grating forty minutes of your life that you’d never have the luxury of getting back. Your spine ached from being hunched over for hours on end and your retinas stung from overused strain. The slow steps of Rust's shoes sounded on the linoleum floors of the department, causing you to glance up and notice that Marty wasn’t by his side. Your gaze flew to the clock to see that it was nearing 7:40, shit, it was time to get going.

You’d have to walk back if there weren’t any other buses in service. Fuck. 

“You done for the day?” Rust rasped out as he fiddled with a cigarette. 

“Just about. Have half the sense to wanna throw these all over Quesada’s office for him to have to organize his damn self but that won’t do me no good after today.” You leaned back to release a few cracks in your vertebrae. 

“Probably not, no.” He eyed your tired form.

“You guys find anything useful today?” You came back forward and got up to collect all your things. Mind busy with hoping and praying there’d still be a bus around this time. 

“Just a whole bout of nothin’. At least for right now that’s what it’s seeming like.” 

“Bummer. Sorry I got held up and couldn’t come with ya.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

A pause. Then,

“Your car ain’t out front.” His acute observation caused your shoulders to slump.

“Yeah. Part of the day's neverendin’ woes. Got into one hell of a fender bender.” 

“Reckon that was the causation of that nasty bruise. How’re you gettin’ home?” It came out more as a slight demand than a curious question, making your head snap towards him. Your face was starting to feel hot in embarrassment.

“I was just gonna see if there was a bus or somethin’. Seems Marty rushed on home otherwise I would've wrangled his ass for a ride. I might just have to walk I guess…I dunno.” You shrugged, feeling yourself shrink under his calculating gaze. 

“You ain’t walkin.” 

Rust grabbed his keys and waited for you to finish fixing up your desk. It took you a second too long to realize he was implying you’d be getting a ride from him. The thought of being with him in his truck alone had you feeling all sorts of funny. You’d never really spent time together one-on-one and you were terrified of acting like some bumbling fool in his presence without Marty there to break the ice. 

You wordlessly gathered up the rest of your things and made the move to follow him out of the building. The balmy air did nothing to ease the growing tension you felt in your body. You smiled at him shakily in gratitude as he opened the passenger door for you. Once you’d wobbled your way up into the truck he shut the door then rounded the vehicle to get in on his side. The rumble of the Ford’s engine was the only saving grace of the awkward silence that had settled between you both as he drove the somewhat lengthy distance to your house. 

“Thank you. For drivin’ me. You didn’t really have to.” Your unconfident tone broke the quiet. You cringed slightly at how you sounded. Most people didn’t have you as nervous as he did. Whether that be because of the sheer power he carried with him at all times or the sharpness of his personality you didn’t know.

“It wouldn’t necessarily be wise to have you out walkin’ in the dark for some odd amount of miles. I wouldn’t trust anyone around this wasteland to leave you be.” 

It did feel silly now thinking you’d be able to make it however many miles out by your lonesome. At night no less. You would’ve been a walking target and then some.

“What happened today? You don’t strike me as the…unorganized type.” Rust continued, gaze flitting over you in slight caution. If you had half the mind you’d be plenty self-conscious to be caught looking this unkempt around him. Your raging exhaustion just so happened to save you from the ridiculous notion as you rubbed your bleary eyes. 

“That storm last night had my power go out so my alarm clock was fucked this mornin’. Same is to be said for my dryer that didn’t finish its job with what was supposed to be all my work clothes for the week. Then the accident. Banged up my car pretty good so it’s gotta sit in the shop for God knows how long, they couldn’t give me an estimate. I took the bus then got shit spilled on me. The rest of the sad third act you saw yourself.” 

“Can’t say it wasn’t amusin’ seeing Geraci’s punk ass go bright as a tomato.” His chest vibrated with a dry chuckle and it had you feeling even warmer. 

“I ain’t ever liked him. Ass kissin’ piece of shit. Likes shittin’ on me every chance he gets just like most around there. I could’ve thrown somethin’ at Quesada’s thick ass skull with the way he spoke to me earlier.” You huffed,  

Rust shook his head slightly, “If it’s any consolation he don’t like me much either.” 

“For different reasons. You’re more…prickly- forgive me for sayin’. I bust my ass and I ain’t ever gonna be respected like I should.”

“In a place like this, can’t say that’s much of a promised future.” He didn’t seem to take offense to the ‘prickly’ comment. 

There was another pocket of silence before you sounded again.

“I’m gonna be honest, if it weren’t for your truck parked outside everday I wouldn’t think you were able to drive.” 

His responding look was that of slight incredulity but let you go on anyway, “I’m only sayin’ because anytime you, Marty, and I have to drive out somewhere you never really get behind the wheel. I was convinced you couldn’t operate a vehicle the first month or so in.” You snickered at the ridiculousness of the previous thoughts you'd conjured up involving the man next to you. It was far-fetched that one as serious and experienced as him just couldn’t drive. 

“Glad to see how little faith you had in my capabilities.”

“Nawww, it wasn’t like that, don't worry.” You grinned at him.

“It’s my synesthesia mostly. Why I don’t drive. Sometimes it’s too overwhelmin’ to where I don’t always trust myself behind the wheel.” He gave his explanation and you felt that familiar twinge in your chest you’d had been feeling in his presence over the passing weeks. You weren’t too familiar with his condition but from what he’d mentioned here and there it didn’t sound all that pleasant. 

“Makes sense. Seems scary to have from what you’ve said.” 

“You find yourself getting used to it after a while. I’ve built up the sense of knowing what’s really occurrin’ versus what ain’t.”  He sniffed, sounding nonchalant at the confession. It fascinated you just how we went about handling the cards he’d been dealt so far in life. If it were you in his shoes you were sure you would’ve gone AWOL by now. As you pulled up to your address, you felt the sting of disappointment that this had all swiftly found its end. It surprised you at how quickly time flew by during the car ride, realizing this was the most semi-lighthearted and continuous conversation that had ever flowed between you two. It wasn’t much of a chore to listen to him speak as Marty made it out to be. The difference could also be found in the fact you just regarded Rust in a different light than others happened to. 

The engine cut and the only sounds offered were that of the cicadas and frogs somewhere out in the lush foliage surrounding your house. 

You brushed some hair from out of your face and met his eyes again, “Thanks... again. I appreciate it a lot.”

He just nodded, “What time d’ya usually head out of here in the morning.”

You froze. Was he really offering up himself again? Completely and willingly? For you?

“You don’t have to! I’ll bug Marty about it or see if my sister can help me out-”

“What time?” The finality of it had you even more stunned. It was a disorienting sensation to think that Rust Cohle just might tolerate you more than he did most.

He more than just tolerated you but you didn’t need to know that just yet. 

“6:30ish. I can pay you for gas o-or-”

“Just be up and ready to go.” Was all he said and that was it on the matter. After a moment or two, you brought yourself out of your awe and collected your stuff. You opened the door to head out of the truck but not before turning to him and placing a hand on his forearm lightly, the first time you’ve ever acted on any affectionate inclinations in regards to him. He stiffened almost imperceptibly but didn’t jerk away. 

“I’m serious. Thank you.”

“Like I said, don’t worry about it.” Steel blue stayed focused on the windshield ahead. 

“That ain’t like me. Coffee or breakfast’s on me tomorrow. Whatever my savior wants he’ll get. It’s the least I could do. My poor legs and I can live to see another day thanks to the benevolent nature of Rustin Cohle-” You were cut off by the scoff of your partner, inciting a small fit of laughter from yourself. 

“Sorry, can't keep things too serious. You could use that every once in a while, y’know.” You patted his shoulder before hopping out.

His sights were then set on you as you shut the door and you let yourself bathe in the feeling of it for just a hair longer than you should’ve. Yeah, you were beyond flustered from the day’s events. Hair in a severe state of frizz, bruise having bloomed a bit further along your browbone, and clothes in a state of mess he’d never seen on you before. But it just made you all the more endearing. Especially with that ever-blooming smile of yours. It was becoming more evident that there was little you could do that would have Rust judging or turning you away. He didn’t know what to make of it but he's sure now that he’s offered up himself as your chauffeur for the time being he had to settle with the fate that things wouldn’t be getting any easier for his withered soul. 

“I’ll be seeing you tomorrow mornin’.” 

“That you will.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

“G’night, Rust.” 

The turn of the engine had the spell you’d been enraptured in dissipating and you stepped away from the truck. He lifted a palm signalling his departure before making his way back down the road and out of sight. A heavy exhale escaped the tightening prison of your chest as your mind swam at the whole interaction. Every little detail about him had you becoming increasingly attached much to your distaste. A cold shower and ridding the smell of his addictive cologne from your memory sounded like more than a good idea right about now. Anything to run these thoughts of your very emotionally unavailable coworker out of the recesses of your brain. 

This was going to be a lot of work. 

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here i'll share some beauty secrets i've learned and which worked for ME!

remember: what worked for me, maybe not work for you! try urself and see it what's the best for you!

Use a tissue between ur hair and the hair clip! it's a model tip!! it helps the clip not to leave a dent in the hair!

Brush the hair before sleeping, apply some hair oil on the ends and sleep either with a satin bonnet or satin pillow!

Use ice by morning!! it can be an ice bowl or a cold spoon you left on the refrigerator all night!! it helps with puffy face and dark circles!

Obvious but i can't not mention…don't forget sunscreen! even if it's a cloudy day! UV rays can pass through clouds up 80% of the time!!

A victoria's secrets model tip: invest in good skincare products, instead of makeup products! priorize ur skincare! don't get me wrong, buying more expensive makeup products is good but good skincare products will worth more: a natural skin will always smash a whole made up one (and we still can work with cheaper makeup)

Use a leave-in after washing ur hair!! it helps with frizzy and dry hair, besides also protects ur hair from heat damage if you use a dryer!

Don't forget the hair oil!! your best friend! trust me, i learned that the worst way, if i had started using it before maybe i wouldn't have to be running to repair my hair now! but don't forget, don't oil ur scalp only the ends otherwise you'll get a huge oily hair and we don't want that!

Never curl ur lashes after applying mascara! i got shocked when i found out people do that, do u wanna fuck ur lashes?? doing that cause ur mascara to break down faster and damage ur lashes!

So, those were some of the tips i've learned i still have a lot more to share <3

xoxo, V ☆

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[boy-comics]

prompt; "ghost"

it has been some time since a living person has occupied this house; perhaps you should have taken the hint upon seeing the price, or pried further when the real estate agent skirted around your question about the previous owners. all you had known was that it was quiet, in good condition, and criminally cheap.

you quickly learn why upon moving in.

he remembers nothing about himself. you assume that he must have lived here before, though every trace of his past life has been scrubbed clean from every room, painted over, buried. all that is left is him. you catch him closing your bedroom window on your first night because it is raining, a young man in luminescent white, more angel than ghost.

he looks happy when you name him jungsu. you think he must be lonely.

he had done his best to take care of the house. he tells you how to polish the furniture, points out places where the wallpaper is peeling, shyly asks if you can bring flowers inside—in pots, not cut. now that you are here, he says, he doesn't have to worry so much anymore. this place is his dearest friend and he hopes that you treat it kindly.

so you do your best as well.

you roll up your sleeves and clean up outside past the thresholds he cannot cross, call people to repair the leaky pipes and faulty wiring, buy wallpaper printed with birds to put up in the guest room. you bring in orchids and petunias and strings of pearls in little painted pots to decorate the windowsills and tables. and in the midst of it all, jungsu's home slowly becomes yours too, and you feel a little less alone.

(he cannot touch living things. but he waters the flowers and sets them in the sunlight despite not knowing their softness, and he warms blankets in the dryer on cold winter nights and makes sure you eat well. he cannot touch living things, but you are touched by him anyway, in the way that one soul is touched by another.)

there is something dangerous about it, loving the past as if it is the present. you will surely break each other's hearts one day, holding them too warmly for death and too gently for life.

but for now—jungsu is yours, and you are his, and this is home.

[snowivivienne]

VIVI GLOW UP GUIDE: HAIR

“Invest in your hair, it's the crown you never take off.”

STEP ONE : THE NECESSITIES

- Wet Brush

- Gentle Hair Ties / Claw Clips / Scrunches

- Wide Tooth Comb

- Regular Shampoo

- Clarifying Shampoo

- Conditioner

- Leave in Conditioner

- Hair Mask

- Hair Oil

- Microfiber Towel or Cotton T-Shirt

- Silk Bonnet or Silk Pillow Cases

STEP TWO : HAIR ASSESSMENT

- What type of hair do you have? Oily, dry, or normal

- What is your hair texture ? ( 1a through 4c )

- What state is your hair currently in? Is it breaking, stretching or frizzy?

- Do you have split ends?

- Do you have colored hair?

- Do you use heating tools, take hot showers ?

Use these answers to these for helping picking products, use labels that target your complaints

STEP THREE : CUT THOSE ENDS

You want pretty hair? Cut. Those. Split. Ends. As much as people want to think you can 100% repair split ends with bonding products, you can’t. Split ends will find a way to creep up, and soon your split ends can become split miss and now your hair will not grow. Do this one time in the start of your hair care journey, and then from there on out you can learn how to cut your own split ends with the “no length lost method”.

STEP FOUR : WASH DAY

Find you wash days, it is okay to wash everyday or less with more days in between, as long as your scalp stays clean.

Your wash day should look like this, a coconut based pre-oil treatment to the ends of your hair for 30 minutes prior to getting into the shower. Weekly, take the oil up to the roots and massage in before doing the next steps. When you get in the shower star with a double shampoo cleanse if you skip days in between washes. If you wash your hair everyday only wash it one time (unless you did full hair oil) Lather the shampoo in your hands and start at the nape of your neck working your way up, only focuses on the scalp. Wash thoroughly then add conditioner after squeezing out all access water. Apply onlyto the ends and let it sit, pinning it up with a claw clip to keep the conditioner of your skin to avoid body acne. Rinse out.

Once you get out the shower, gently squeeze hair with microfiber towel and apply your leave in conditioner or oil. Let dry, the best way is mainly air dry with some help from a hair dryer on a cool setting at least 11 inches away from your head. Only after your hair is dry should you brush it.

Before Bed put your hair into a protective lose hair style or silk bonnet.

Once a week, swap your conditioner and pre-oil for a hair mask. I recommend getting your hair wet outside the shower, squeeze the water out, apply the hair mask and then let it sit for 20 minutes prior to getting into the shower.

STEP FIVE : IN BETWEEN WASH CARE

- only brush your hair what you need, don’t do the 100 strokes.

- always use detangler (you can use conditioner in a spray bottle mixed with water)

- Damp the ends of your hair and adds tiny bit of oil, before putting in a protect style.

STEP SIX : STAY INFORMED

- Ingredients are listed from highest concentration to lower, if all the helpful ingredients are the last on this list it’s not the best.

- Don’t fall for gimmicks not approved by dermatologists, such as hair training, keep your scalp clean.

- Don’t think you need only expensive products, despite what hair stylists say, there is very good drug store products that could easily be high end.

- Sulfates, Parabens and silicones are good for most hair, i love them.

STEP 777 : AFFIRMATIONS AND SUBLIMINALS

- Make a subliminal playlist

- Create a vision board for your hair, and maybe a wishlist of some dream products.

- Always use affirmations !!

If I hope you all find this helpful dolls, let me know if you want any requests or more information ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ - Vivienne

[lightvsdark18]

Ramshackle facts

Handwashed clothing before was gifted a washer & dryer from VDC when they restored the dorm. However, still handwashes bedding.

Couldn't cook anything before Book 5 because didn't trust the oven and wanted a new one. Crowley delivered an new oven because of VDC. (Had a lot of sandwiches, protein shakes, instant noddles, and canned foods. Electronic kettle was the best)

However, did cook in Heartstayal by promising to make dinner for Ace and Deuce if they bought the ingredients. And soon the prefect received permission to use the kitchen whenever as long as they have their own ingredients and wash the dishes afterwards.

Wears slippers around the dorm because possible nails or broken boards (and upbringing). VDC had to get their own slippers for the dorm. (Grim also has his own)

There was no TV until after Book 6. Watched movies on a laptop they bought from an Ignihyde student.

Grim has his own room next to theirs.

He has his own furniture in his bedroom and the lounge by using a magical hammer. Except for the bed, that stayed the same.

He has his own clothing and shoes in his closet in case of rain, snow, hot pathways, etc. Though, it's mainly ribbons.

Ace and Deuce have their own items in the dorm: mug, teacup, room, throw blanket, spare uniform, etc.

You must bring a worthy offering to stay in the dorm (aka snacks).

Dorm color depends on the leader of the dorm when the repairs commenced. (Xiu= maroon, Damien= gold, Alice= royal blue)

The tower is off limits for everyone except for the housewaden.

The study is used for studying or reading a good book, no loud hangouts or roughhousing in the study.

Unofficial Heartstayal student, never misses a unbirthday party.

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chainshipping week day 2: first meet

"oh, fuck," was the first thing adam thought when he laid eyes on the man across the room from him. "it's that guy."

doctor lawrence gordon. forty-something. blond. married. likes to sleep with women who are twenty years younger than him. not the best, but adam's seen worse. plus, his case is easy money. and free entertainment, too.

lawrence had only been a few simple pictures to him for so long. he lurked in the shadows, snapping shots of moments the doctor probably never thought twice of or didn't worry about. now, the photographs on adam's shitty walls were coming to life, breathing the same thick air he was.

technically, this was their second meet. the first official one that both were aware of, but lawrence met him a long time ago. probably doesn't even remember me. i was just another face in the crowd. that's for the best, though.

adam remembers it surprisingly well— a sticky july afternoon, hiding in the shade of the alleyway behind the starbucks lawrence had decided to stop by on his lunch break. normally, adam would've followed him in and pretended he was meeting up with someone, but the flash on his camera was going wild, flickering every few seconds. not something you can take inside.

adam tried everything he could think of. the damn thing was nearly dismantled by the time he brought it home, defeated. he's going to kill me. i'm not going to have his photos in time—

"excuse me?" a polite voice cut through his internal rambling. adam looked up, expecting to be met by a barista telling him off for loitering.

but instead, it was him.

lawrence's eyes flickered down to the cigarette resting between adam's lips, a moment of silent judgement, before he fixed his face. "i'm sorry to bother you.. but it's rather hot out here, isn't here?"

"yeah, it is." adam spoke around the cigarette. "sweltering."

"certainly. forgive me if i'm overstepping, but i couldn't help but notice your choice of attire." lawrence gestured to his long sleeve shirt and jeans. laundry needed to be done, and his clothes weren't dry yet, having to be hung out since his damn dryer busted a few weeks ago, and he couldn't afford any repairs.

lawrence held out a bottle of water. fresh and cold, given the clouding and condensation dripping from it. "we wouldn't want you to get heatstroke."

adam furrowed his brows, then grabbed the bottle and set it by his feet. "thanks.."

lawrence smiled again, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. how many times have i captured that exact smile? "no need, i'm a doctor, it's what we do."

don't i know it. adam began to mumble a reply, but was interrupted by a beeping coming from lawrence's waist. he grabbed the pager and checked it, then frowned. "i'm sorry.. i have to leave. have a good rest of your day."

"you too, gordon." came the reply before he could even register it. he was expecting lawrence to whip around and start laying into him, but thankfully, the doctor was gone by the time he finished his farewell.

"close one. you're losing your touch.." adam mumbled to himself, putting his cigarette out, then unscrewing the lid from the bottle and taking a generous sip.

who would've thought we'd meet again?

[salternateunreality2]

Sephiroth and Chadley go on an adventure to do at least a few things every day to make Hojo more miserable.

How does it go?

Thanks for the ask! ❤️❤️❤️

Chadley is good with electronics, so he resets all the settings of everything.

Hojo's coffee is ALWAYS lukewarm. The thermostat jumps around unpredictably, no matter how many repairs are made. Some days it's a sauna, some days it's freezing.

Sephiroth loosens all the bolts and screws in everything Hojo uses. Doors, chairs, bed, desk, EVERYTHING.

Everything becomes wobbly, and on the best days, falls to pieces under Hojo's crusty ass.

Sephiroth boosts Chadley up so he can hide various remote controlled radios in the ceilings and walls.

They swap out the lab lightbulbs from the high-quality ones to really shitty ones that buzz and burn out quickly.

They steal his socks. They fill his dryer with lint. They run the disposal at the same time as the dishwasher.

They introduce colonies of roaches, fruit flies, and ants to his home and labs.

This is them: