#esp with the red eye he just looked. extra high

[radioroxx]

hi. just checking in to say i really, REALLY love the colors you chose on your smile for me isats. theyre so good. sniles

THE SNILER….

heheeh tyyyy. its funny bc. i agonized so long over siffrins colour palette and had a lot of diff options, and miras is just. the colours i use for her Normally. if slightly more saturated hfkfj but!!!! i do also like how they turned out so i am glad u like themb :)

[freehounyaoi]

HALF LIFE VRAI (+gorgeous & og gordon) HEADCANONS IF YOU EVEN CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BENREY WOOO

during. the end, he had 2 extra eyes, one above his left eye one below his right eye, now he has scars where they laid, they’re faint but he. is autistic im sorry he’s too me to not be he had a tail during the end too faint freckles ^_^ he REALLY likes red meat he likes blue flavor, not blueberries, not blue raspberry, blue stubble YAYY specifically in end, benreys feet to knees and hands to elbows fade into rlly dark blue/black looks like he’s dying of illness but like. has never been sick disassociates very often very touch very very touchy polyamorous, exes with forzen & is now crushing on both Tommy & gordon orphaned, kinda lived on his own since he isn’t human, picked his own name doesn’t actually have brothers, he’s a loser breaths through his mouth esp when he’s comfortable weird but like imagine he’s cuddled up to someone and he just yeah

COOMER YAYYY

fat, idc i’m right

gender-fluid, transmasc & gay ^_^ old man yaoi with bubby YAYYY

cool little funky punching enhancement thingies

big ol’ doe brown eyes

brunette hair before he started graying

after the resonance cascade he retired, they deserve it

has nightmares over clones. a lot, a big lot

autistic, everyone knows the science team kinda is autistic,

going off the autistic thing, one of his vocal stims is hello gordon

loves talking, loves it so much, he loves just talking to people she likes

has a high score on punch out & that one punching game where you punch the punching bag to get evaluated on

the reason is divorced because he realized he was gay

hawaiian shirts FTW!!

(most of these are somewhat canon, holly (his va) headcanons him as transmasc, short and stocky, and 5’4!)

Bubbster

Intersex & bisexual (idc if gir hcs him as straight it’s my world now/pf)

if he didn’t live with Coomer after the resonance cascade, he’d probably just be a basement dweller and just sit in the corner and cry

Bionic legs :3

canonically test tube baby, he’s probably really freaked the fuck out over it & has had genuine panic attacks over being artificially made, only in front of coomer

literally always has epi-pens for coomer

naturally(?) ginger idk what you wanna consider it, he’s canonically like 6 but in my head he’s like 67, he’s been locked in black mesa for 67 years

blue eyes

has a leather jacket with a tiger on it he will wear just to do so

has made the science team watch scrubs.. twice

picks at skin as a stress tick

has tourettes

near blind

when he got his bionic heart he died so he will sometimes just be like “hey guys i’ve died before”

being put back in the tube after betraying gordon was one of the worst things he’s been through, it was terrifying

GORDON FEETMAN!!!

also fat

joshua exists but he was an accidental pregnancy (gordon seahorse father yayy)

ftm based off last hc, that’s just canon cuz i said so

joshua is like, 9 in my head so gordon had him at like 18

bisexual

has a crush on benrey (canon but yk)

mexican and african

curly ass hair, takes really good care of it, always smells nice

bilingual

blind in left eye, 25% prescription in right eye

feels guilty as fuck even when everyone would joke about him being the cause of the RC

also autistic

wayne did not dk him justice when he lost his hand, he was screaming so gutturally loud it was painful, he strained his voice so bad, the pain was so excruciatingly terrible

tommy genuinely was the only one he could trust after benrey & bubby turned their backs on him, and that sucked because his feelings for benrey before that point were getting to him

only was adamant about not being friends with benrey at the end because of the betrayal, he wanted to hate benrey

tommy is like his. comfort friend, he doesn’t have to worry about him.. he does but he always feels comfy around him

Tommy cool man

Autistic, ADHD, PTSD and OCD

G man species, half human

strawberry enthusiasts:3 (me too)

every flavor tic tac enthusiast, always give the science team tic tacs like all the time

not very good at games enjoys playing them though

very touchy for multiple reasons

Sunkist service dog for multiple things as well, helps with panic attacks, PTSD symptoms, anxiety attacks etc

Tommy doesn’t know how Sunkist was trained to do all this, he made her sk he just kinda accepts it for how she is, and loves her

compression hugs, likes being laid on top of, it’s comforting

looks scrawny but can like. genuinely pick up all the science team & benrey with ease

started collecting propeller hats after the RC

the reason he can read sweet voice is cuz g-man species

thinking about getting a cat, maine coon or norwegian forest cat, he likes big ass animals

Sunkist is LARGE like large as fuck for a golden Tommy made sure she was huge

milk enjoyer :3 drinks it with most of his meals

wears readers

ANGEL KISSES!! (moles or beauty marks whatever you wanna call them)

tooth gap :3

walks on tiptoes

Gorgeous

6’7

cuts his hair into a fringe, lets it grow out to shoulder length, then cuts it fringe, never ending cycle

beauty marks man

freckles too

nobody fucking knows his trauma

doesn’t understand why he can understand cicero?? he just.. can??

learned ASL as a kid

clearly has some form of mommy issues he will not touch on

wears solid colors, he doesn’t wear shirts with decals, or anything, a. he doesn’t like them. b. for ASL purpose, it’s recommended to wear light/dark clothes (light in his case) depending on your skin tone to MAKE it easier to read sign, usually in light pink

prefers skirts cuz.. they’re comfy, usually knee & ankle length.. sometimes he will wear mini skirts……. cuz he’s gross

actually hates head crabs.

would be a nudist if it was sociably acceptable

actually really enjoys video games! he doesn’t talk about it, he’s good at them too

he’s a dog person, he wants a saint bernard

freeman YAYY

6’

beauty marks

patchy beard

dark hazel eyes

starting to grey, short pony tail

has scars from his HEV suit

actually lost his hearing DUE to the RC, his mother was deaf so that’s why he knows ASL, it completely shot out his hearing

has always dressed nice

cat person

Alyx is like his daughter to him

i can’t decide if he’s trans or not

same situation with gorgeous, he wears solid colors for ASL purpose

him and cicero have yet to find a way to communicate

when he found out alyx learned ASL for her boyfriend (this is canon, was planned for episode 3) he was over the moon

enjoys IASIP (it’s always sunny in philadelphia)

scary when he’s pissed off

G-Manual samual

major RBF

scottish

moles kuz hes kawaii

wears readers

hes autistic

going on with him being autistic, the fabric his suits are a comfort fabric to him

enjoys sitcoms

drinks his coffee straight black

he is trans masc to me

praises his employers like god tbh

if he were to drink, which he doesnt, his go to drink would be rum on ice

some form of alien, not from xen though, no one knows where hes from

some type of holy creature??? he cant die?? hes weird

you'll never see it but he doesnt bleed red, his blood is black

enjoys fishing

goes to bed at 11pm, wakes up at 4am hes weird

hes also the best father ever???

songs that remind me of science team members + benrey the 6th

Benrey the 6th

I Will - Mitski

Kiss Me, Son Of God - They Might Be Giants

I’m Gonna Win - Rob Cantor

Mad World - Tears for Fears

We Will Commit Wolf Murder - Of Montreal

Gallery Piece - Of Montreal

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears

The Party's Crashing Us - Of Montreal

Tommy Coolman

Living Island - POGO

Fireflies - Owlcity

Teenage Dirtbag - Weetus

rises the moon - liana flores

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Head Over Heels - Tears for Fears

[surveillance-0011]

Thinking about + bullshitting alien anatomy. esp with nipulon something about him is. bringing out da brainstorm

looking at his lil concept art page (posted to IGN) he is inspired by ants,, he is certainly ant esque,, in my mind he's something like a naked mole rat-ant-thing. Not one to one, probably more omnivorous than a mole rat... not a rodent either per se? maybe more of a bat thing that lost. every thing that made em bats? something like that. either way eusocial animal,,but he said IM NOTHING LIKE YALL and left the hive to do his own thing. which probably wasn't good for his hive-mind-built brain but hey. what ever.

His mechanical half is kind of strange. He's basically. In armor + has prosthetic legs but I wonder if it's. Meant to read as armor or more along the lines of a cyborg situation??? And I'm assuming that the nipples showing through is. That's probably some sort of alien socialization thing. As a whole there's a handful of shirtless mammalian aliens but this is a stranger case of only nipples. I'm guessing that's some standard from home.

im also a little curious abt how the. mechanisms of the trip-fight. i guess he's high too? to some extent at least? some sort weaponized folie a deus. i wonder if hes got some sort of ability to tune into that stuff well. low grade psychic or just in tune with?? psychonaut shtuff??? le shrug le shrug. He's also trying to be psycho mantis and he only really manages the achievement if that's even in his control sooo :shrug: :shrug: :shrug: maybe he's a low-grade psychic that would be wild if you knew someone who was genuinely psychic and only used it to give people achievements and control the way their trips go. Imagine that.

Krubis is pretty heavily based on Mondo Gecko but toads r also an inspo,, some sort of reptile-amphibian leaning more towards reptile. space gecko yaaay he's a more straightforward case. Assuming he's native to swampy or rainforest climate? Anyway i choose to believe his eyes are pink. The aliens deserve weird eye colors. Hm. And uh herbivores or omnivores meant to eat more tubers and stalks n stuff than meat. And uh. Meant to have a tail but his was docked+ cauterized early on in life. That and I hc he was born w/o his arm rather than him losing it later in life. Maybe he was just born without a tail too.

Skrendel biology is weird but they are. Mammals. Live birth + hair + nipples. They do have scales but I feel like this is more adjacent to. Armadillos and Pangolins. Though who knows they could be something in between. It's space. But still much more mammal ish. Kind of like. Weird dog-chimps behavior wise? With extra alien fuckery. I assume there's a sea cucumber situation where the uh. exit is the entrance. Everything goes in and out of that mouth..eugh.. guess whatever they can't digest is just regurgitated. I do not know how reproduction works and I am afraid to ask. I don't know how any of their non-digestive systems work and I am afraid to ask. If I even am on the right track with how they consume their food. god.

They cooperate well. I assume that's natural. As for their stacking up into Bro-Tron? May or may not be unique to them but I'm sure there's similar things out there in their species. Probably some sort of extremophile/generally hearty, must have some sort of hyper specific niche bc I do not know what would. Cause this pathway of evolution. Mimicry maybe? Or some sort of genetic modification? A lot of irony in that latter idea.

Douglas. Blood should have been blue. Purple maybe. Pink even. I reject the same red blood being used for everything. God bless. I assume unlike earth cephalopods he has some semblance of a skeletal structure in his face. Some sorta cuttlebone that makes sure his face doesn't cave in? Then again it could be the same sort of thing Earth octopuses have going on where there's no skeleton but some level of structure keeping things in place. Beak evolved to a more toothlike structure and unlike with actual cephalopods his mouth is within his mantle rather than in the center of his tentacles. Probably not capable of camouflage? Feel like it would've been utilized otherwise? But he's got ink.

Douglas and Gibs both rely on their suits to really function- in Giblets's case he can't even live without it. Needs it to breathe + probably has a different pressure an whatnot. In general we see a lot of cybernetic augmentation here. It's just a lot more commonplace.

Speaking of. Giblets. Hm. Scavenger. #1 Carrion fan yummy whale fall yummy roadkill. I'm thinking uh maybe from a pretty low-gravity low-pressure sort of environment where he can kind of wriggle around and better manage science stuff as a worm.

Uhh Garm. Idk. terrorvision reference. Nice. Assuming that smoking people has some sort of benefit to his species probably initially for extra nutrition and figuring out that they could get high from some of the things they drained life from developed into a social cornerstone. Weird toad slug thing. Might have some sort of bare-bones skeletal system? Similar dilemma with Douglas here but they could very well be total invertebrates. Mostly fat and muscle either way. I don't have too much else to say atm I gotta think shit over. But hm. Blunt tadpole.

Gurgula. hm. Nocturnal/crepuscular. Not sure if the extra metal arms are implanted in or if he can take them off. Omnivorous probably sort of scavengers meant to eat fruit and bugs and whatever else they can get their hands on. The dark eye patches are for seeing at night aaaand I'm describing a raccoon. This is a raccoon. I guess. Some sort of proto mammal. synapsid? Extra arms presumably formed to help with mobility + holding onto prey.. Might have evolved from arthropods? Might be bugs? raccoon protomammal bug thing?? Possibly arboreal or meant to live in a more woodsy/forest adjacent habitat

We don't know a lot abt Smithon Wesson yet but I'm sticking by my guess that he's the same species as Gurgula and the differences are mainly due to 1) genetic variation (Smithon has less of a dark patch around his eyes + a squarer, broader face) 2) age (Gurgula is noticeably old) and 3) Smithon is Yet Another Example of cybernetic augmentation + prosthetics considering he's also got a whole mech or replacement metal body. Has the same sort of look to it as Gurgala's extra arms... that and with Gurgs owning an actual luger + Wesson being named after a gun manufacturing company that there's some connection there so... probably same species or genus or whatever. Just a hashtag game theory.

Gene's limbs appear to be regrowing, not sure if his eye is healing up or not. Something like a weird legged slugthing to me. shrug. Many aliens are slug like in this universe. That and amphibians. Some reptiles too Slug salamander skink thing. sure. I have to think a bit more about this guy.

God not to mention the gatliens. We kind of get an idea of em but. Hm. Alien gun. I want to know more about em hopefully the comics show us a bit more abt life on gatlus god please.

They’re strange. Probably amphibious? They have a lot of features like frogs and salamanders but they’re also kind of slugs. I do like the idea of little tadpole gats… aw little water guns… tee hee… it seems like they don’t have to eat a lot but they all do just ask for water in that one preview comic page so I’m assuming they need hydration :3c

In general i like to think aliens will straight up eat things that could kill a human ten times over. But likewise I'm sure vice versa is also true. Scare your alien homies by eating chocolate in front of them. And then they'll get you back by chugging drain cleaner.

God and Mux. God there’s just a lot to offer. I gotta think this shit over.

[pateldevs]

Hi! I hope I'm not bothering you, but I love your mood board edits and was wondering if you could explain how you go about making/colouring them? I see lots of places to find gifs but turning them into a set is so hard. Thank you in advance!

hi! first of all thank you so much and second of all it’s not a bother at all! i am happy to give some of my own tips even if my explanation probably isn’t super helpful. i won’t give like a ps tutorial but below the cut (since i included example gifs, it’s VERY long) is my process for my latest jily aesthetic:

i keep track of all my ideas/sets in a spreadsheet (which i won’t show bc there’s a lot of info i’d have to blur/black out) but i always have a list of what scenes i need to gif/what gifs i’m editing and where i’m getting them from. i also include a couple extra ideas in case the gifs i have planned end up being too hard to color or don’t fit in the set. i’ve found it’s best/easiest to start w the list bc there is literally nothing worse than spending hours on a set and then not being able to complete it.

as for actually finding the material, i have a pretty healthy number of scene packs saved in my giffing folder, esp. for things i know i will gif frequently. most of the time i will peruse youtube, vimeo, and instagram for any aesthetic scenes. i also have a lot of gif packs saved specifically for the purpose of making mbs (usually i mix my own gifs w gif packs), if you msg me i’m happy to direct you to some gif packs i use regularly or you can check my #resources tag. a couple tips for finding material: 

always opt for download when possible, i used to screen record and the difference when i switched to downloading was astronomical. (it’s easy to lose quality and esp if you’re on mac, quicktime duplicates frames so either you have to manually delete those extras or you get sort of choppy gifs when you load them into ps.)

always use 1080p or better, 720p will work in a pinch for 268px or 177px gifs since you can make up some of that resolution loss with sharpening, but don’t go any lower than that, just love yourself. 

for pale sets, look for the right colors. i tend to look for scenes w high color contrast especially if it features poc so it’s easier to color without whitewashing, ie if the subject is a person then i look for light colored or blue/green/violet/white backgrounds. it’ll make your life wayyyyy easier. this also means if you’re making a set try to find scenes with already similar lighting bc you won’t have to work so hard to make it look cohesive.

here’s a quick rundown of what i do before coloring:

import all frames and save all the files in a folder together!!

play around with frame delay so all the gifs are moving at about the same speed, usually keep it between 0.03-0.05s

crop and resize gifs (i use 268x145 most of the time)

convert to timeline

when it comes to coloring it can be really hit or miss, i’ve recently gotten back into my groove but i was having sooo much trouble earlier this year. in general, don’t stress yourself out!! sometimes it’s easier to just find a new scene/gif (hence my list of extras!) than to try too hard to fit a gif into your set. i color all my gifs by scratch (ie no psds) but i tend to follow the same pattern, i’ll explain using these gifs/psd as an example since then i can also explain how to fix white-washing:

first off when you’re coloring gifs with poc always always always make a layer mask so you can compare the edited and unedited skin tones directly! i use the marquee tool to make a selection in the middle of the character’s face, select the folder of my adjustment layers, and hit ‘add vector mask’ (the third button from the left on the layers panel, it’s a white rectangle with a circle in it). 

i almost always begin by using hue/saturation layers to highlight and delete certain colors. here i highlighted red and raised the lightness on yellow by a lot since it’s a very yellow scene. then i use a combination of brightness/contrast, levels, and curves layers to brighten the scene. here’s what i have now:

i add a gradient map set to black/white, change the blending to exclusion, and lower the opacity to between 5-10% (depending on the scene) to lighten the contrast further:

then i add back a little depth with selective color in neutrals and blacks:

now i have two main goals: 1. add contrast between the background and the subject, and 2. brighten the scene into a pale gif. to do this, i use color balance to tweak the color of the background, taking out the yellows. this step works best if there’s at least some shade difference between your subject and background, otherwise isolating the two will be impossible. here’s what i have after adding color balance:

i use hue/saturation to selectively highlight the background color. in this case i chose to adjust magenta and used the color picker (the first eyedropper on the left) to identify the exact shade i wanted to lighten. now i have a fairly neutral background and a colorful subject, which gives a sort of pale effect:

and now i use a curves layer and a selective color (white) layer to brighten further:

before i go further, i start fixing white-washing. keep in mind that some variance is normal since you are naturally changing the lighting of the scene; this gif shows it rlly clearly bc of how yellow and dim the lighting is, so some lightening is to be expected. however, both because the vector mask shows a lot of whitening and because i’ve giffed dev patel before and have a general idea of what he looks like in this type of lighting, i know what needs to be fixed, so i go back in under the psd/adjustment layers with a combination of selective color (red and neutral) and hue/saturation layers to darken his skin again:

now that some more contrast has been added in, i can go back to working on the psd and use curves and selective color to play around with the background again:

i use another hue/saturation layer and a black/white gradient to tone down oversaturation:

usually i leave those layers on top, so if i want to make any adjustments (like lightening the background more), i go in under those two. in this case i tweaked the whites and reduced the contrast a little to get this:

again, you can see his skin tone has changed from the original, but variation is to be expected given how much brighter the room is, the fact that i took out a lot of yellow lighting, and the brightening effect of the computer screen in front of him. some other things to keep in mind when coloring:

when you add layers to correct white-washing, you’re likely to end up with overly red/orange skin tones (red-washing). this can be fixed by upping cyans in the reds, desaturating/darkening the reds, or adding b/w or desaturation later on.

when in doubt, it’s better to be darker than lighter (the issue with white-washing is that it promotes colorism, and there is nothing inherently wrong with a darker skin tone) but really. just put in the effort to color poc correctly.

when changing the lighting a lot it helps to look at pictures of the subject in natural/bright lighting, since you get a better idea of what their normal skin tone is. 

don’t try to squeeze all your selective color layers into one. you’ll get less grainy gifs if you separate them out and work one by one. 

TURN OFF NIGHT SHIFT/NIGHT MODE! yes i KNOW it’s bad for your eyes (especially if you’re like me and gif at night, when the lighting outside isn’t changing every 20 seconds) but your gifs will look VERY different under f.lux or night mode compared to daytime screens. especially if you’re giffing at different times of day, blue light filters can really change the way your coloring appears. best to keep it consistent.

my sharpening settings vary depending on what i’m giffing but in general i do two layers of smart sharpen (500% with radius between 0.2-0.4, 10% with radius at 10px) and then gaussian blur at 2.5px and adjust the opacity so it’s somewhere between 15-20%. i try to strike a balance between smoothing out the graininess from selective color, and sharpening details like clothes and hair. here’s what i ended up with for the gif above:

then i rinse and repeat for the rest of the gifs in the set! i tend to start with the gifs that i know will be hardest to color, which is usually the darker ones (coloring is limited by how much i can brighten the scene) and those that include poc (again, limited by how much i can brighten and adjust the scene’s lighting without white-washing). then i check set cohesion as i go, using those first few gifs as benchmarks. once i have all 8 (or 9 or 10) gifs, i play around with composition and try to balance and vary the subject, colors, and composition of gifs next to each other. i go back and make a couple of adjustments here and there according to what i observe and what i think might improve the overall appearance.

and that’s pretty much it! i hope this was helpful, if you have other questions feel free to message me and i’d be happy to help/troubleshoot. happy giffing!

[ickle-ronniekins]

quick to judge

request from nonnie: Hi Erica! I love your writing sm, and was wondering if I could request a fic with either George or Fred (I’m partial to George but I love them both esp since they both live long happy lives 🙃) where reader is on a rival quidditch team (pref slytherin chaser but up to you!) and F/G have to get over their innate dislike of her because of the rivalry because she’s like the perfect girl for him? No worries if you don’t like the idea, I just wanted to ask, thank you❣️❣️

request from nonnie: if your requests are open can i request 11 & 23 from your writing prmopt list with george weasley? “knock it off, you tosspot! | “join us tonight?”

pairing: george x slytherin fem!chaser

prompt(s): “knock it off, you tosspot!” | “join us tonight?”

word count: 3.9k

A/N: i loved these requests—thank you darlings! i don’t write slytherin all that often so when i do, it’s a treat :) also just imagine sneaking around the castle with george weasley ugh i am weak for it.. hope you guys enjoy reading this story as much as i did writing it! x

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“Ugh—murder me, George.”

Fred is pulling at his hair whilst Angelina dishes new information to the entirety of the Gryffindor Quidditch team during the evening feast. George peers from his disheveled looking twin to the other end of the Great Hall, where he spots you in your green robes, blowing gently on a cup of tea before immersing yourself into conversation with another Slytherin Chaser next to you. Yep—much to the Gryffindor Quidditch team’s dismay—they’d found a new Chaser.

“C’mon now, give her a chance,” Angelina says in a hushed whisper, doing her very best to keep the team civilized. “Just because we.. strongly dislike most of the Slytherins doesn’t mean we need to feel that way about her, as well. I’ve actually heard very nice things.”

“Yeah?” Fred begins sarcastically, slumping in his seat. “Like what?”

“Like she’s a fair player,” Katie Bell answers.

“And a bloody good player, at that.”

“Ugh,” Fred says rather dramatically and rolls his eyes. He turns to Harry and George and nods in the direction of the girls, who are still speaking. In a lower voice, he asks them, “Can you believe this rubbish? ‘Give her a chance’. Merlin! When have Gryffindors and Slytherins ever gotten along? Look, I’ll be civilized,” Fred says in defense when Harry raises his eyebrows at him, “but there’s no bloody way in hell I’m taking it easy on her.”

“Definitely don’t need to take it easy,” Harry teases, “but we still need to play fair.”

George is hardly paying attention to the conversation in front of him; his hands are clutched tightly around his mug. He watches as a soft grin tugs at the edges of your lips, he notices the way your eyes glisten in the evening sunset light streaming in from the windows, the way you throw your head back and laugh—a laugh he cannot hear, but realizes, suddenly, that he’s dying too. Oh, no.

“Angelina’s right,” he says, trying to sound impartial before the boys notice his lingering stare. When Fred raises his eyebrows suspiciously at his twin, George carries on, “look, ‘m just saying—isn’t that what our entire team stands for? Sportsmanship, or whatever? I know we don’t have a good relationship with the Slytherins, but I reckon being nice with her may turn that around.”

Fred is taken aback at this and asks, “Being nice? Oi—what’s gotten into you? Feeling feverish?” He places a hand on top of George’s forehead and laughs as George slaps his hand away teasingly. A smirk spreads itself across his face and he turns to Harry and says, “Merlin—prepare yourself, Harry. He’s in love.”

George feels his stomach tighten and Harry stifles a bit of confused laughter. “What? How can you tell?”

George is rigid in his seat now. Love is such an overdramatic statement, but he can barely bring himself to roll his eyes at Fred; he’s still trying to remember how to breathe properly. Fred, as if placing George on display somehow, points at him— “Flushed face, dilated pupils, red ears—cold hands,” he grabs both of George’s hands to feel his skin is nearly ice cold, something that tends to happen each and every time George gets nervous. “There are four ways to tell our dear Georgie is smitten, Harry, and I’ve just named them for you.”

Coming to his senses, George slaps his brother. “You’re off your rocker, Fred.”

Fred laughs again and says to Harry, “Off my rocker, he says. But just look at her, would you? She’s just his type. Plus—she plays Quidditch. I promise you, Harry, he’s taken with her already.”

George tells his twin, “Lay off. Just trying to be impartial.”

“Right.” Fred says, smirking a bit while shooting glances toward Harry, who’s doing his best to not choke on his tea due to laughter. “Impartial. Try not to bat your long, beautiful eyelashes at her during our match then, okay, Georgie?” Raucous laughter bounces off of the walls in the Great Hall.

Then suddenly, Angelina scoffs and turns toward the group. George feels a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Ugh—I think I just saw her laugh at something Draco Malfoy said. Maybe we don’t need to be so civilized after all.”

— -

George emerges with Fred and Harry from the changing rooms and they make their way onto the pitch for the match. He’s feeling much more nervous than ever before; he glances up into the stands and notices Ron, Hermione and Ginny, sitting and waiting patiently for the match to begin.

He suddenly feels his knees weaken when he notices you in your green robes just a few feet away.

You all mount your brooms and hover in the air; George was kind of hoping that the Slytherin team would introduce their newest Chaser to the Gryffindor team, but isn’t surprised when they don’t. He finds himself to be slightly sad at the thought, and then shakes his head to push away any feelings that will interfere with his playing. They just need to win and get this over with. Here’s hoping Harry catches the snitch before Malfoy, who’s hovering near Flint and laughing at each and every one of the Gryffindors.

Fred’s looking more on edge—like he wants nothing more than to send every single bludger right into Malfoy’s head during the entirety of the match.

“Reckon I could?” Fred asks George suddenly, hovering in the air, waiting for Madam Hooch’s whistle. “Send them Draco’s way, I mean.”

George laughs and replies, “Sorry, mate—unless you want Gryffindor to forfeit, I reckon you’d better resist the urge.”

It’s a short match, to say the least. Harry’s looking positively dreadful at the sight of Malfoy snickering on the other end of the pitch as he twirls the glistening Snitch in his hands. To Harry, Fred says, “Don’t worry about it, mate—they’ve got a good lineup this year. Better than, even. Bloody hell, I reckon we maybe should’ve taken that new Chaser a bit more seriously—”

“Don’t.” George cuts him off angrily, digging his shoes into the muddy field up to the castle. He’s feeling rather poorly after Gryffindor’s loss. Fred and Harry exchange confused looks.

Fred, wanting nothing more than to lighten the mood of the loss, asks his brother, “You alright there, Georgie? No longer in love?”

Harry laughs nervously, but it’s George’s annoyed-sounding scoff that takes Fred by surprise. George glances toward the Slytherin team, each member high-fiving one another due to their win. He feels anger bubbling up inside him and turns back toward the castle, his brows furrowed and face flushed red. He just wants to get back to the dormitory as quickly as he can. “Oh knock it off you tosspot. I was never in love—I can’t believe those slimy Slytherins won the match—erm, no worry, Harry, we’ll get them next time—” he says a bit softer when he notices Harry’s woebegone look. To Fred, he continues, “—can’t believe I ever thought that Gryffindors and Slytherins could get along.. Merlin. Next time I have such a wicked thought, Fred, do me a favor and knock me over the head with a spellbook of mine, would you?”

Fred laughs and slings an arm around his twin. “Don’t need to ask me twice.”

— -

Fred and George find themselves the last place they ever want to be—in the library, grudgingly working on an extra long Potions essay assigned to their class by Professor Snape in a moment of pure rage. Fred’s arms are sprawled out across the table and he’s laying across his blank parchment rather dramatically, groaning against the desk. George, on the other hand, is scribbling quite animatedly, wanting to get out of the library as quickly as possible. Then he spots you a few rows over, rolls his eyes, and writes even faster.

“It’s no use, mate,” Fred’s voice is tired, “I can’t do this. This schoolwork is nearly killing me. I’m going back to the Common Room; Ron said something about a game of exploding snap—you coming?”

“You go on,” George replies, not looking up from his parchment, “I want to finish this before the feast.”

Fred puts up his hands in surrender and exits the library as quickly and as swiftly as possible.

George is hoping he can finish this Potions essay within the next half an hour, or so—that way, he’ll have time to change and possibly get in on that exploding snap game before the feast in a bit. But he finds himself distracted. Not in a good way, though. He finds himself distracted by you.

Is it his imagination, or have you moved over a few seats? He shakes his head and looks back down at his parchment. No, it’s not his imagination at all—he looks up again and you’re directly across from him now, your hands spread out over your own piece of parchment and spellbooks, and you smile at him.

“Just wanted to tell you how great you were last week,” you tell him in a low voice so as not to grab Madam Pince’s attention, “really great. Probably two of the best beaters I’ve ever seen, you and your brother.”

Is this some kind of a joke? George furrows his brows and asks, a bit incredulously, “W-what?”

You laugh softly, closing your own spellbook. “Look, I know that the whole Slytherin versus Gryffindor rivalry thing has been going on since Hogwarts opened, basically,” your voice is light and airy, and George is now having conflicting feelings. Was he too quick to judge? “but I figure, that’s not how all Slytherin and Gryffindor relationships need to be. So, just wanted to say—really wicked playing; but don’t expect me to take it easy on you moving forward.” You beam at him, pack your things away and stand up to leave.

“What’re you on about?” George asks, now feeling incredibly defensive. “Is this some kind of ploy? Flatter us and make us all flustered so you can go ahead and absolutely demolish us in the next match like you have this last time? Well, it’s not going to work,” he tells you, closing his own spellbooks and placing them into his bag on the chair next to him. “I appreciate the compliment—you’re a wicked player too, but—anyone who’s friends with Malfoy isn’t someone I reckon I’ll be able to get on with.”

You’re a bit taken aback, George notices, when your face flushes red. You sit back down as he continues to pack up his things. “I’m not friends with Malfoy.”

George just scoffs.

You cross your arms defensively now and stand up with a jolt. “He might be my teammate, but I actually find him to be a right foul git.”

You push your chair in a little too loudly, and now George is feeling incredibly guilty. Maybe you were genuinely trying to be friendly. He gets up and grabs your arm before you exit the library fully. Taking a deep breath, he says, “Wait, wait���‘m sorry. Look, that was really bloody rude of me. It’s just that—”

You soften at his words; you uncross your arms, and grin softly. “I understand that friendships between our two houses can be a bit.. complicated.”

“Throw in Quidditch and we’re nearly done for.”

“Look, I was just being friendly.”

“I know. I appreciate that.”

Just then, a flustered yelp comes from right outside the library. Both you and George turn to look, only to see Crabbe and Goyle tugging on Malfoy’s robes, whose face is seemingly broken out in some type of hive. He’s yelling at the two of them to try any spell, rid me of this! But alas, whatever they do only tends to make the irritation worse. George erupts into laughter.

“What a git,” you say to George.

“Merlin—deserves that, he does. I reckon whoever can pull off that deserves a medal, or something.”

Again you cross your arms—but not indignantly this time. A smirk grows on your face and realization floods over George. He looks back and forth between a very upset Malfoy, and you.

“You?”

“Just jinxed some candies he was eyeing in the common room this afternoon,” you tell him, smirking even more, “I was just so sick and tired of him today. If I had to overhear how bloody wonderful his pureblood family is one more time, I was bound to punch him eventually—reckoned this wouldn’t be as bad for his rep.”

George is still stuck in his spot—his feet cemented into the ground, his entire body is rigid. He’s finding it hard to not peer at you with admiration. Malfoy’s long gone by now—his yelps are growing quieter and quieter as he, Crabbe and Goyle make their way down the corridors toward the Great Hall. You’re still standing in front of George, a smirk on your face and your hands now on your hips, basking in all your glory. Again, as if he hadn’t heard you correctly the first time, George asks, “Y-you? You pranked Malfoy?”

You wiggle your eyebrows at him and he feels his insides twist. Uh-oh. “Color you impressed, Weasley?”

— -

When George was taken aback by your friendly banter in the library those few weeks ago, he never expected to end up back here. In the library. With you. In the row all the way near the back, the row nobody ever visits, after hours in the dark; his hands tight around your abdomen, yours tangled in his hair, his lips on yours for what seems like hours.

The watch on your wrist begins to beep; as if gravity is pulling you both apart, you separate. George groans and tightens his grip on you. “Sorry, Georgie,” you say sweetly, pressing your lips gently to his once more, “got to run—can’t be late for Quidditch practice.”

“Ignore it, ignore it,” George says, eager to kiss you again, “I reckon you can be late just once. Right?”

Somehow still speaking coherently, you say heavily, “Yeah—that won’t look suspicious, or anything. H-how long d’you think we can keep this up?”

He nearly melts when he feels your smile against his lips. “Dunno, but, we’ve made it this far, haven’t we? Want to go public?”

“I don’t think our teams will like that very much,” you reply sadly, running your hands again through his soft hair. You jump up from the table and fix the open buttons on your shirt. “You’ll just have to find a way to sneak into the Slytherin Common Room, then.”

George, now feeling incredibly elated at your interest in mischief, wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Got a lot of faith in me, do you?”

You stand on your tiptoes for a quick peck and adjust his very askew tie. “More than you know. Now c’mon—have got to run, haven’t I? Promise to make it up to you later.”

Once successfully making it out of the closed library without being caught, and bidding you farewell (albeit a bit begrudgingly) in the middle of the corridors before you head to practice, George finds himself nearly skipping through the castle back to the common room. He pops through the portrait hole and immediately jumps onto one of the couches, sprawling himself out across the entire thing and seemingly pushing Ginny off the edge and into an armchair.

“No problem, Georgie, I wasn’t sitting here, or anything..” Ginny growls, taking a spot next to Ron.

“Where’ve you been?” Fred asks a bit angrily, placing his feet up on the table in front of them. “You completely disappeared after class and we haven’t seen you since!”

“Just taking a walk,” George replies, feeling his throat tighten up and knowing that this, full well, is lying straight through his teeth to his own flesh and blood. “Was finishing up an essay first, though.”

Fred, Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione all peer at him quizzically with furrowed brows. George can already tell there are questions bubbling up inside them, but the one that comes first isn’t exactly what he expects.

“Why—why’s your hair all messy?” Ginny asks, and George finds himself hurriedly running his hands through it, trying to smooth it down as much as possible, “and your lips, they’re all rosy! Who’ve you been snogging, George?” she giggles.

The confusion Fred was feeling toward his twin seems to subside as he smirks and places his hands behind his head, relaxing into the couch. “Oh—so there’s a girl? At least there’s a bloody good reason behind your disappearances. Who is it, mate?”

Quick on his feet (or so he thinks), George replies, “I’m not snogging anyone. You’re all out of your minds.”

“Give it up, mate.” Ron says cheekily. “We know.”

George swallows thickly. “You don’t know what you’re on about.”

As the rest of the group laughs, Fred pops a chocolate frog into his mouth and tells his twin, “Sure, George. Next time you sneak out for a midnight rendezvous with your girlfriend, be sure to tell her we’d all like to be introduced, eh?”

— -

“They know.”

It’s nearly ten p.m. and you’re sitting in George’s lap speaking in hushed whispers, running a hand gently through his hair at the nape of his neck as he finally is able to tell you about the encounter with his friends after your last meetup. The library is so much darker than the other night.

“They do?”

“Well, sort of,” he says, stroking your knee, “they at least have this theory that I’m sneaking around with someone. Which, they’re not wrong,” he grins cheekily, leaning up to kiss you softly, “but they don’t know who it is, and I’ve never actually told them that their theory is true.”

“D’you want too?”

“Do you?”

You run your fingers gently across his tie; the glistening of George’s eyes are evident in the moonlight streaming in through the windows. You sigh. “I’ll do whatever you’d like. I’m not saying that the sneaking around isn’t fun, because it definitely is,” George shoots you a cheeky smirk, “and I know that—that Gryffindors kind of have this rep to uphold, as do Slytherins—”

“I care more about you than a reputation, to be honest.”

He knows he’s said the right thing; a large grin spreads out across your face. “Me, too.”

George runs a hand through your hair and grins softly.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

“Of course I am,” George replies, tightening his grip on you, “it’ll be so bloody nice not to ignore one another in the corridors now.”

You throw your head back and laugh; he’s nearly putty in your hands.

He says, making it final, “So we’ll tell them, then.”

“Together?”

“Yeah, together,” he agrees before lifting you up and placing you on the table, leaning you back against some bookshelves and pressing his lips to yours. He slings his arms around your waist and can feel the goosebumps rise on the back of his neck when you run a hand down his chest. Through a geeky grin, he says, “But not tonight, okay? I’m not quite finished with you yet, love.”

— -

George and Fred exit the Transfiguration classroom, nothing but a very long lunch on their planned activities list for the afternoon. The bump into Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione in the corridors and immerse themselves in conversation.

“Fair warning, everyone,” Harry begins, looking ghastly, “Snape’s in a right awful mood today—can’t help but wonder if someone slipped something into his pumpkin juice.”

“Great,” Ginny groans, “just what I needed to hear as I make my way to the Dungeons.”

“Who’s up for a game of exploding snap later on?” Ron asks the group, loosening his tie a bit, “Just have to get through Divination first.”

Without answering, George then spots you rounding the bend. He knows you’re coming from Ancient Runes and heading toward the Great Hall for lunch, too. You both hadn’t told them yet. Hadn’t found the right time. It’s not as if houses can eat and chat with one another during the feasts, can they?

Without fully registering what he’s doing, George seizes his opportunity and bounces over to you, pulling you into a very tight and very noticeable embrace.

He watches as your eyes widen and begins to laugh. “Erm—what’re you doing?” you ask, pulling back. Then you whisper, “I thought we were telling them together, you know.. after we’ve had time to prepare?”

“I thought now would be a good time.”

You cock your head to the side. “Always keeping me on my toes, aren’t you, Weasley?”

He leans in and kisses you lightly. “Sounds about right, yeah.”

But before the two of you can head over to the group of Gryffindors you thought were distracted by conversation, you suddenly hear, “Well it’s about bloody time.”

You both turn your heads to see a very satisfied looking Fred, cheeky Ron and Harry, and happy Ginny and Hermione looking at you both as George’s hand tightens around your waist as the corridors become even busier.

“You knew?” you and George ask together.

“Well, Fred did,” Ron tells you both. “I swear, it’s like he’s got eyes on the back of his head, or something.”

Fred snickers and smirks at his twin. “Really think you could hide this from me? C’mon, Georgie, you know better. The two of you aren’t exactly subtle when you share stolen glances across the Great Hall every bloody evening,”

Everyone falls into a bit of laughter. As the younger ones introduce themselves quite excitedly and then reluctantly head off to class, you, George, and Fred are left in the emptying corridors with the rest of the seventh years also looking forward to a free period.

“Well, Freddie,” George begins, “she’s—”

Fred holds up a hand to his twin. “I know who she is, Georgie—” then, to you with a smile, he continues, “—but I know you as the Slytherin Chaser.. our opponent, if you will. I don’t know you as my twin’s—”

“Girlfriend,” you and George say together, making Fred begin to laugh. You continue, “Hope the fact that I’m a Slytherin won’t make it complicated.”

Fred can’t help but grin broadly. “Not with me, it won’t—especially if you make my brother happy.” George is relieved to hear this and can finally feel the knot in his stomach unwind. Fred keeps on, “Now—whatever effect you have on him is simply wonderful, Y/N. He’s coming back late at night with all of these incredible pranks up his sleeve, I dunno where he gets it—all I know is that it started happening right around the time the two of you began sneaking around.”

“Confession,” George begins, squeezing your hand now, “not all of those ideas were mine.”

And just as George had looked stunned in the library when he figured out that you’d been the one to prank Draco, Fred looks exactly the same. His expression is an exact carbon copy of his twin’s from that day. “Really?”

“Pranks Malfoy a lot these days,” George begins, looking down at you with admiration, “reckon he has it coming, too.”

You turn to Fred and ask with a smile, “Ruddy pumpkin head, isn’t he?”

Fred is certainly taken aback and wildly impressed. “I might just have to pick your brain, then,” he tells you and slings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you along with him as he heads to the Great Hall. He leans in closer to you to speak, leaving George where he’s standing, “Join us tonight, would you? Would love to compare some ideas, if you’re willing.”

You stop in the middle of the corridor and sling your arm around Fred’s back. You peer at George and grin, as if to say, See? We had nothing to worry about. George can’t help but laugh at Fred’s very elated grin when you ask him, “What���d you have in mind, Freddie?”

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[lovehatemysme]

All the characters reacting to MC with like, natural big anime bewbs? Like, a D cup or smth, cause my trans bf has those and bitch you better believe i use my short to my advantage and stick my face in those things

im sorry i laughed at the last part hahabsahs

Yoosung

a blushy mess!

“oh, uhmmm,” he’d try to gaze away but his eyes still be glancing 

and the first time you’re doing the do he’s red as tomato

“c-can i touch them?”

of course you dummy that’s what we’re gonna do today

he really likes how soft it is

and his hand will probably rest on it while your cuddling

his hand under your shirt just holding them

Zen

he doesnt really care for appearances ?? 

he loves your body no matter what

but when you wear something revealing and there’s too much cleavage 

his alert is high whenever you're outside

he respects and loves the way you dress but that cleavage

will bite anyone’s head who stares

and you have a switch to make the beast out

just press them to zen and he’ll take you right there and then 😳

Jaehee 

is worried???

“is your back okay, MC?” 

with great bewbs, comes with great back pain

will probably do some research about bras that would make you feel more comfy

and you’ll shop together for them

the baehee cares 🥺

Jumin

he doesnt really care about appearances but he loves showing your assets???

if you’re comfortable with it, your fancy dresses are tailored to highlight them 

because you absolutely look gorgeous and esp with confidence 

he likes seeing you beam and shine with confidence really 

but you know who’s really fond of them?

Elizabeth the 3rd

she sleeps on your bewbs now 

Jumin is frustrated because he doesn’t want to disturb Elizabeth but he also wants to cuddle you

sorry Jumin 🤷‍♀️

Seven

honestly he likes all kinds of bewbs

bc they’re soft 

and he’ll always rest his head on it

he likes how bouncy they are 

and he’ll just fondle them innocently when you’re cuddling

and he’d also like to stick his face on it

he just really likes how soft they are???

V

at first he’d blush

but once compose he’s gonna be fine

also worried like Jaehee

whenever he sees you slouch a little he’ll say “don’t strain yourself too much,”

he’s just really worried if you feel back pain ??

a little extra attentive to them when you’re doing the do 👀

[nighttimepixels]

Imagine the skelebros... running a local theater company, and hiring [you] for help!

Theater positions:

Lead Actors: Papyrus (UT Pap), Vex (UF Pap)

Makeup/costuming: Cider (US Pap), Zen (HT Sans)

Set design/construction: Red (UF Sans- building/structures), Lune (HT Pap- painting/scene dressing/props)

Tech (lights/sound): Rus (SF Pap)

Stage Manager: Sans (UT Sans)

Directors: Sable (SF Sans), Caelum (US Sans)

You’re the human that responded to the help wanted ad/job posting looking for an all around extra hand for help... and being a human was necessary. See, they aren't a huge company, and well, while they do alright- esp amongst monsters and humans who are great allies/enthusiasts, they're still hurting from a lack of 'human outreach'. Begrudgingly, and after tons of arguing, they agreed to hire a human... but just the one, on probation no less!

See, Vex (UF Pap) and Sable (SF Sans) don't trust a human with their delicately balanced machine of a company; sure, both monsters and humans audition & have roles in the plays they put on, they're not... entirely against humans as a rule. They're pretty used to them at this point, actually. But their weird, accidental, constantly-butting-heads family only keeps this company going through a lot of work and most importantly established roles- it's all too easy to see it going sideways by adding a human to their permanent crew.

Rus (SF Pap) is vaguely worried too, but mostly because he doesn't see a human choosing this as anything close to permanent. He's not keen on letting someone in to their daily lives and figuring them out just for them to disappear for bigger and better things, y’know...? Red (UF Sans) meanwhile is a bit unconvinced they need another person on the crew in general. They're all already geniuses in their own rights after all, and several of them have damn big egos that could become a struggle with a new, constant person in the mix... but he's not actually mad about it and merely tosses in his two cents before shrugging at the decision, just doubtful anything'll pay off... well, beyond the fun of a good time teasing/flirting with a new face.

Jokes on all of them, though; Sans (UT Sans), wary enough and pragmatic to boot, has already decided to give the human they hire the primary job of ticket sales, marketing, and so on, rather than something more immediately entangled with the rest of them. See, he’s the stage manager, but also takes on the role of assigning jobs and finding squeaky wheels in their operation in general.

It's technically what they needed you for the most, anyways, and besides him casually running you through the wringer on knowledge of monsters to test whether you're really an ally/good person or just a theater person desperate enough to take a sketchy job with a bunch of monsters... well, it keeps you away from the other guys on a need-to-visit basis, and keeps the wrench out of the gears, he figures.

... and of course, joke's on Sans, then, because the other guys are far too curious, no matter where they stand, to not poke their head into your broom closet of an 'office' (that has literal brooms in it. and lavalier mics. and a precarious stack of boxes above their tiny desk on a shelf with countless wigs that Sable doesn't trust to be hidden anywhere else from the rest of the guys).

In the end, it's not long until they hit crunch time in the week leading up to the next show, and you stay late, despite not needing to- it starts with bringing Red a drink as he's hanging from a ladder, updating some high set structure that Vex will monologue from; it turns to jokes and raunchy hilarity that you roll with better than he'd have thought- you end up helping steady some plywood, and offer a cheeky hand to quicken the pace with the painting portion. Cider (US Pap) had arrived to help with that- waiting to fix up the costumes after the dress line run that was happening elsewhere in the building while Red worked on the sets.

That lead to you bonding with them both, of course- and Lune isn't far behind, just arriving back from a shopping run for new set dressing, and he's beyond delighted you're here to get to know- and Caelum (US Sans) rushes in, half attempting to check off the list of to-do's, half quickly distracted by your subtle touches on the set and praising your good eye. He'd already been the one that had welcomed you the warmest and worked most frequently with you, outlining the marketing work and focusing the vision for how to sell the show to the public, and gave some great pointers over early morning coffee-

Well, the week continues, and suddenly you're involved in a heck of a lot more of the theater tech than you'd thought. You surprise Rus (SF Pap) with knowing more about spot placement than he'd have guessed, and fixing it during a dress rehearsal when he was elbows deep in trying to troubleshoot actor lav mic nonsense- Vex is shocked when you know enough about the lines/part he's playing to offer to help him run them, the perfectionist, while everyone's on lunch and you're the only one to catch him on stage, pacing and trying to perfect his motions for his Big Scene... Papyrus (UT Pap) can't help but eagerly request the same when he finds out, and you play the badly laughing damsel stand-in as they try to up the ante on their fight choreography, surreptitiously glancing to you to see your honest reactions, and seeming extremely pleased when they get a good gasp or an oo or an aww out of you.

Zen (HT Sans) has been largely in the shadows- getting a lot of work done, because he's actually the best at sewing and has a strangely perfect eye for materials and adjustments to make every costume shine on each actor- but as he's adding the finishing adjustments/hemming to a last few outfits just a couple days before opening night, you're there late too. It's an odd, peaceful quiet that falls through the theater when most everyone's gone, yet the basic stage lights are on, warming the air and catching little drifts of dust motes on stage. You're helping Rus run a last check of the sound from different parts of the audience, and Zen's sitting on the stage itself, in the light for once, seeming to want to check his handiwork in the relative peace, and under stage lights to see if he's missed anything.

In between Rus' adjustments, you strike up conversation with him... and it... actually flows, much more than you'd thought it might, from the shorter interactions you'd had previously. He's... way funnier than you'd have guessed, albeit in a darker way - and when you dare to hop back up on stage and take a peek at his handiwork- your awed praise of his flawless stitchwork and eye for story-appropriate detail soften something in that blood red eyelight of his. He tells you more as Rus appears beside you guys, mysteriously holding a bag full of Muffet's donuts - and after Zen carefully puts aside the costumes, you end up shooting the breeze and unwinding from a long, long day with two of the softer, or perhaps simply lesser spoken of the guys.

And dammit, Sable just can't argue with the results of your hard work - from pitching in to making sure the whole show worked, to your most important assigned duty of, well, getting butts in the sold-out seats! You're invited to the opening weekend cast party by Sable himself, though neither of you catch Sans watching from the wings of the stage, a thoughtful look in his eyelights.

[oncexinxmyxdreams]

First Impressions

“Didn’t your mom teach you not to play with your food?” Peter wryly commented.

“Examining fungi is not playing with food,” Egon stated as he picked another mushroom from the noodles. He put it into a small jar.  

Peter rolled his eyes and took another sip from the glass bottle. The earthy vanilla flavor of root beer was a sweet change from the liquor he usually sneaked around in his pocket. With how slow Egon was taking with finishing his lunch, Peter knew they wouldn’t be leaving soon. He slumped back into the booth and eyed his surroundings. It was more interesting than watching Egon perform surgery over his pasta. (No doubt, he’d ordered it because it had mushrooms in the sauce.)  

The small restaurant had the familiar red walls, dark green upholstery and stained carpeted floors. Waitresses were bustling around with their trays stacked with water and breadsticks. It was warm inside with the savory scent of different Italian food which was comforting for Peter. It reminded him of his mother when she made different pastas for Saturday dinners; usually for the two of them.

“What did you get for Ray?” asked Egon. Now he was eating. Ray kept missing his usual eating out with his two close friends for over a week. He’d spent his spare time searching for a particular book in different libraries around New York City.  

“His fourth favorite dish from here,” Peter said as he pushed his plate aside.

“Chicken marsala,” Egon said half to himself. The take out box was near his side of the table and he opened it with interest.

“Don’t think about it,” said Peter. He reached over and snapped the lid closed. “You’ve collected enough fungus for today.” He scooted the box closer to his side.  

“I wasn’t going to take any,” protested Egon though his tone hardly changed. “Curiosity is just another-Peter?  Peter!” He noticed his friend suddenly wasn’t listening to him. No surprise, a woman had just passed them.

“Wow,” Peter murmured to himself with a dazed, love sick expression.

The lady that passed them wore a cyan blue dress with an A-line skirt and a black belt which emphasized her hourglass figure. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled into a low bun with simple hoop earrings. Even though Peter only got a glimpse of her face, he noticed her profile; like the classic beauty an old Hollywood starlet.

The lady made her way to an empty table and sat down, her back facing them. Just when Peter had started to rise up and make his way over to her, a man came up and sat with her. He had a navy blue suit and plastered blonde hair. Peter sank back. Of course she’d already have a boyfriend. Well, it certainly wouldn’t take too long to notice another lovely woman…or so he thought.

It was almost frustrating throughout the afternoon that he couldn’t stop thinking of her. It’d only been twice when after seeing an interesting lady that he couldn’t shake the image out of his mind. It looked like she’d be the third. Give it until tomorrow and things would be back to normal again.

Things calmed down into the early evening. Since Egon had already graduated with two PhDs in Applied Physics and Parapsychology he was working for Columbia in paranormal experiences. Though he had an incredibly high IQ and graduated quicker than an average student would, some professors found his work questionable. (He and Peter had to meet with one of the departments earlier that day because they had inquiries for his projects.) He worked in the Paranormal Studies Laboratory in Weaver Hall with his name printed on the glass door. It appeared more as a basement than an official lab with the sparse lighting and stale scent. Since Ray and Peter were attending Columbia, even though it was currently June, they made themselves at home. Anyone who knew Egon would be aware that he didn’t read Captain Steel comic books or have a full body poster of Marilyn Monroe. Besides, there was promise that if all went well they could work along with Egon after getting their doctorates in Parapsychology.  

Egon and Ray were spending their evening looking over notes for some prototype they wanted to build. Peter ignored their technical talk and with feet propped on his desk, read the newspaper. He skipped the boring columns of economics and went straight to the sports section. He took off his tie and tossed it to the desk where he left his blazer. He was vaguely aware of the soft knock on the office door and Ray’s quick footsteps to answer.    

“Oh hi Claire,” said Ray being his usual friendly self. “Come on in.”  

“I found the book,” said a voice with some triumph. “I was having lunch with one of my co-workers and he said he just returned this to the library. I thought I’d check it out for you.”  

“Gee thanks,” Ray said taking the thickly bound book. “I was worried I’d be waiting two weeks and-Oh! Sorry! Where are my manners? Hey guys. This is Claire Teague. She’s the one I met at the library. Claire, these are my good friends. That’s Egon and Peter’s hiding behind the newspaper.”

Right on cue, Peter’s eyes lazily looked over his newspaper and his heart skipped several beats! Be it fate, luck or even a miracle, there she was! No mistaking it, the same lady from the restaurant was there in Weaver Hall. Having heard that she was with a co-worker and not a boyfriend made Peter all the more pleased. Egon took little notice, but Peter scrambled from his chair, newspaper tumbling to the floor and turned on his charm.  

“Well hello,” Peter said smoothly. He leaned against the bookshelf, chin resting on his palm and eyes gazing into hers. “I’m Peter Venkman-uh, soon to be Dr. Peter Venkman.”

“Hi,” Claire said politely. She turned back to Ray and stepped closer to him. “So are you finally going to tell me why you were looking for this book?”

“It’s kind of hard to explain,” continued Ray as he flipped to the first page with interest.  

“Tell me” said Claire with a smile. “You said you’re earning a doctorate in...you said, Parapsychology?”  

Peter tuned out Ray’s explanation as he leaned back against the bookshelf and took in Claire’s beauty. She was a perfect combination of actresses he liked: The smile of Michelle Pfeiffer: the soft round face Jessica Lange: the blue eyes and defined bow shaped lips of Grace Kelly: the classic hourglass figure of Marilyn Monroe. He could say perhaps even tad more voluptuous since she wasn’t as thin as a rail.  When Claire sat in one of the metal chairs next to Ray, she crossed her shapely legs.

“Gorgeous,” Peter thought. He really hoped she was single. No chance Ray was dating her since he had just been asked out by another classmate. He’d been so wrapped into his thoughts that he didn’t hear Ray’s conversation end. It hadn’t been long, probably two minute. Claire looked at Peter and then back to his desk.  

“What about you?” Claire said to him. “You’ve got some type of box on your desk.”  

“You don’t want to know,” Egon said with some disdain.

“Have you ever heard of the ESP test?” Peter said giving his friendly tone.

“No,” Claire simply said with a head shake.  

“It stands for extra sensory perception,” Peter continued. “Guess you could say it’s to figure out if you have a sixth sense and the test is based off of the psychologist Karl Zener.”

“What exactly are you testing?” Claire actually seemed curious.

“I’m examining the negative reinforcement of the ESP test with electrodes,” Peter simply answered.  

“Not even scientific,” Egon muttered.

“How does that work?” Claire asked.

“Easy,” Peter explained since he thought he was gaining her attention. For full effect, he leaned over his desk and started shuffling some of the Zener cards. “Every card has a symbol on the back and-”

“There’s nothing scientific about it,” interjected Egon. He didn’t turn his back around from his project. “It’s chance! Each card has a plus sign, star, square, circle or wavy lines. You just keep randomly guessing to see if you get one right. It’s been discredited for clairvoyance!”

“Isn’t he cute?” Peter smirked. “Doesn’t have a doctorate in Psychology and he thinks he knows everything.”  

“It’s not a bad idea,” said Ray who was trying to keep the peace. “Maybe if Karl Zener had just done more experiments it could’ve been credible.”    

“I suppose that’s what Mr. Venkman is trying prove,” said Claire. “It just needs more testing and it could be a success that even this Zener couldn’t achieve.” She stepped a little closer to Peter. “Maybe you just need the right people to test it.”

“Funny you should say,” Peter said stepping closer to her. “I had one ditch a session tomorrow.”

“She freaked out when you told her about being hooked up for electric shocks,” protested Ray.

“She had another engagement Ray,” corrected Peter almost through his teeth. He wasn’t keen on Ray ruining his moment. He gazed back into Claire’s eyes, getting lost in the shades of blue. “If you’re interested in how the Zener test works, how about you be a test subject? I bet you’re one of the smartest ladies around; you could guess those cards so easily that you wouldn’t even get the tiniest shock.”    

“I have a high threshold for pain,” Claire said after a pause. “I could be a test subject if it’s after my work. I get off at five-thirty.”

“It’d be a pleasure Miss Teague,” Peter responded. “An absolute pleasure. Six-ish work for you?”

“That’d be nice.” Claire walked around him for the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Let me know when you’re ready to check the book back in Ray. Goodbye.”

Right after she left, Egon muttered something and scribbled another formula for the prototype. Peter playfully slapped Ray on the shoulder.

“What?” asked Ray innocently.  

“When you said you met some girl at the library you didn’t say she was a bombshell,” teased Peter.

“I told you her name,” said Ray. “We were just in the history section and I accidentally bumped into her.”

“She doesn’t seem to have the same interest as you,” Egon said who couldn’t help overhearing a little.

“Well no,” admitted Ray with a shrug. “She loves history and I was looking for that book about ghost sightings during America’s earliest years. So she said she’d keep an eye for it and I told where I’m at if she finds it. Nothing to it. It’s not like I was going to date her.”

“Did she mention being single?” Peter asked eagerly.

“I think she is.” Ray scratched his head in thought. He noticed the gleam in Peter’s eyes. “Oh come on Peter! Don’t tell me you’re going to ask her out after the ESP test.”

“Very good Ray,” joked Peter. “You catch on fast. You should’ve seen the look in her eyes when she said she’d volunteer. That’s the look of a woman who’s fallen under the Venkman charm.”  

It would work out perfectly. Claire would get all the right cards; she’d be smitten by Peter’s “encouragement” to guess correctly and then a date. Who knew, maybe something extra later in the night? She seemed self-confident to have hinted being a volunteer. Peter already liked that. She didn’t give off too much personality other than the first things he usually noticed in a lady; that being pretty and nice. Either way, the usual plan was already up and running.  

 (Author’s Note: Finally! First ficlet up! BTW, you better be hearing Lorenzo Music’s voice when reading Peter’s lines here. 😉 Props to Spengs0 for suggesting Paire as a shipping name. 

[debcnairs]

( kim taehyung, cismale, he/him, 24. ) — i hear that PAK HAEIL has been living in seoul for around FOUR YEARS and works as an EXOTIC DANCER. rumor has it, they can be DEBONAIR & INSOUCIANT but also IMPETUOUS & MISCHIEVOUS which is why neon lights glowing at midnight, bodies entangled in silk sheets, sultry gazes & designer clothes makes me think of them.

its  me,  the  demon,  gem,  finally  making  this  demon's  intro  like  eight  years  later.  (  claps  for  myself  wow  look  @  u  go  !!  )  ANYWAYS... i  don't  have  his  entire  backstory  or  anything  like  that  figured  out  but  i  do  have  everything  i  know  of  below  the  cut  as  well  as  basic  info  /  plot  ideas  under  the  cut  !  it  kinda  sucks  and  i’m  sorry,,,,  love  me  anyway  pls  :/

SMASH  the  lil  heart  if  you  want  to  plot  with  this  shithead  !

                                        basic information.

full  name:  pak  haeil. nickname(s):  hae,  honey. age:  twenty-four. date  of  birth:  october  31st. birthplace:  london, england. current  location:  seoul,  south  korea. gender:  cismale. pronouns:  he  /  him  /  his. orientation:  bisexual. occupation:  exotic dancer  /  escort  /  sugar  baby  /  runs a  nsfw  twitter  acc. language(s)  spoken:  english,  korean,  french,  spanish.

                                   physical  appearance.

face  claim:  kim  taehyung  (  v  )  of  bts. hair  color:  changes  frequently,  currently  red. eye  color:  brown. height:  5  ’  11  ". weight:  165. build:  slender. tattoos:  far  too  many  to  count. piercings:  multiple  in  his  ears,  nipple  piercings.

                                                favorites.

season:  winter. color(s):  peach,  baby  blue,  purple. music:  not  picky  in  the  slightest. movies:  loves  comedy  &  action  movies,  starting  to  get  into   the  horror  genre. sport(s):  used  to  play  soccer  when  he  lived  in  london. beverage(s):  anything,  isn't  picky. food:  home  cooked  meals. animal:  cats.

                                                    family.

father: tba. mother: tba. sibling(s):  n/a. children:  n/a. pet(s):  an  egyptian  mau  named  diamond,  extremely  spoiled. family’s  financial  status:  upper  class.

                                                    extras.

zodiac sign:  tba. mbti:  tba. enneagram:  tba. temperament:  tba. hogwarts  house:  slytherin. moral  alignment:  tba. primary  vice:  tba. primary  virtue:  tba. element:  air.

                                               biography.

haeil  was  born  in  london,  england.  both  parents  moved  there  years  before  he  was  born  to  chase  their  dreams.

because  of  it,  he  grew  up  around  people  with  british  accents  &  picked  one  up  during  his  childhood  years.

his  parents  were  gone  a  lot,  both  of  them  working  but  he  didn't  really  mind  because  that  meant  he  could  go  do  whatever  he  wanted  to  do  without  any  consequences.

in  fact,  his  parents  were  the  ones  who  constantly  gave  him  permission  to  go  out  and  hang  out  with  friends...  all  that  good  stuff.

sure  they  didn't  really  KNOW  about  the  fact  that  him  &  his  friend  group  were   constantly  out  doing  things  they  shouldn't  have  been,  but  what  they  didn't  know  wasn't  going  to  kill  them,  right ?

he  was  basically  free  to  do  whatever  he  wanted  and  even  if  he  did  get  caught  doing  bad  shit,  his  parents  were  close  with  the  police  so  most  of  the  time  they  just  let  him  off  with  a  warning  and  sent  haeil  off on  his  way.

haeil  was  fifteen  when  he  experienced  his  first  party,  drugs  &  alcohol  within  his  grasp  and  the  peer  pressure  to  fit  in  with  his  friends  causing  him  to  cave  &  try  anything  and  everything  that  was  offered  to  him  that  night.

needless  to  say,  he  got  pretty  fucked  up  that  night  &  ended  up  sleeping  on  some  strangers  couch  after  passing  out  in  their  front  lawn  on  his  walk  home.

&  after  that?  haeil  quickly  became  addicted  to  the  atmosphere  &  the  way  that  drugs  /  alcohol  made  him  feel  so  he  continued  to  seek  it  out  with  each  and  every  chance  he  got.

that  lead  him  to  the  day  he  showed  up  back  at  his  home  at  four  in  the  morning,  drunk  &  high  out  of  his  mind,  parents  waiting  up  for  him  at  the  front  door  because  they  hadn't  heard  from  their  son  in  over  twenty  hours  &  were  beginning  to  think  he'd  gone  missing.

they  were  more  pleased  to  have  their  son  back  home  that  anything,  advising  him  to  be  more  careful  if  he  did  decide  to  go  back  to  the  party  scene  but  not  really  'punishing'  him  for  it  because  they  had  done  the  same  thing  as  kids.

hence  the  reason  that  haeil  continued  to  seek  out  anything  &  everything  he  could  that  would  get  him  to  his  next  high.

one  party,  though,  he  ran  into  someone  who  told  him  he  needed  to  make  money  so  he  could  afford  the  "better"  stuff..  and  haeil  being  the  person  he  was  went  right  along  with  it..  ending  up  at  some  hole  in  the  wall  strip  club  in  london.

he  had  no  idea  what  he  was  doing  for  the  first  few  weeks,  sticking  to  table  running  more  than  anything  but  he  always  had  a  curiosity  &  that  lead  him  to  ask  one  of  the  regular  dancers  to  teach  him  the  ropes.

which  they  did,  without  hesitation,  and  surprisingly,  haeil  was  GOOD  at  it  right  from  the  start,  knowing  how  to  use  his  looks  to  his  advantage,  knowing  the  in's  &  out's  of  how  to  make  the  most  money  all  while  still  being  able  to  have  fun  with  it.

after  a  while,  though,  he  was  bored  of  the  tiny  little  club,  wanting  bigger  &  better  things.. so  after  a  few  google  searches,  he  decided  to  move  to  seoul,  hearing  that  the  underground  party  scene  there  was  unlike  anything  he'd  been  able  to  experience  before  then.

it  was  only  a  week  after  the  first  google  search  haeil  made  that  he  was  on  a  plane,  moving  his  entire  life  without  hesitation,  excited  to  be  able  to  explore  &  go  on  new  adventures.

                                      personality.

the  BIGGEST  flirt  you  will  ever  meet.

knows  how  he  looks,  uses  it  to  his  advantage  w  every  chance  he  gets.

is  so  unashamed  of  his  entire  life  it's  unreal.

takes  no  shit  but  also  doesn't  start  it  unless  it's  absolutely  needed.

actually  really  likes  the  "domestic"  things  like  cooking  /  cleaning,  loves  spending  time  in  his  penthouse  just  baking  or  cooking  for  friends  whenever  he  has  free  time.

a  shopping  FREAK,  he's  on  shopping  sprees  at  least  three  times  a  week,  and  if  he  isn't,  he  gets  grumpy  &  snippy.

will  buy  you  things,  constantly.  loves  the  fact  that  he  can  spoil  people  with  whatever  they  want.

also  LOVES  to  be  spoiled  (  hello  sugar  baby  life  )  and  loves  to  show  of  the  new  things  he's  been  gifted  to  anyone  who's  down  to  be  shown.

still  goes  to  parties  almost  every  weekend,  still  gets  just  as  fucked  up  as  he  used  to  as  a  teenager.

a  lowkey  petty  bitch  with  a  love  for  revenge,  even  if  that  means  helping  a  friend  get  it.

loyal  af  to  his  friends,  he'd  do  anything  for  them  tbh.

not  into  relationships  or  the  idea  of  love,  will  legit  laugh  in  your  face  if  you  say  something  about  him  settling  down  eventually  because  he  doesn't  believe  that  will  ever  happen.

spoils  the  FUCK  out  of  his  cat,,,, i'm  talking  got  the  cat  a  CUSTOM  diamond  collar  &  soooo  much  other  stuff  it's  unreal.

can  be  clingy  &  touchy,  esp  when  drunk  or  high... he  just  loves  skin  to  skin  contact,  it  doesn't  even  have  to  be  sexual..  he  just  thrives  from  it.

                                                  plot ideas.

someone  who  frequents  the  club  that  haeil  works  at  and  has  never  approached  him  but  one  day  haeil  finally  finds  the  time  to  go  over  to  them  &  wow  he's  really  interested  in  getting  a  friendship  out  of  this  person.

someone  who  doesn’t  care  about  haeil’s  lifestyle  but  is  there  for  him  constantly,  aka  his  rock  that  he  can  go  to  any  time  he  feels  like  he  might  need  to.

will  add  more  as  they  come  to  mind  !

[lovedinapastlife]

Riverdale React: s3e8 Outbreak

Those shoes are so festive. But does anyone do after school activities anymore or is everyone hopped up on G&G and fizzle rocks?

Moose has a serious hookup/drug problem. Every time he tries to get frisky something terrible happens, like finding a dead body. Last time he did the Jangle with Midge he got shot. It’s an OMEN. NEW BOYFRIEND AND REHAB.

Betty is so smart and cute I just wanna wrap her up in her sweater and give her some tea and hugs. Should I be proud of her for manipulating her gag reflex? I’m gonna say yes.

Are the boys seriously hitchhiking? Is that how they got to Jones Jankyard? Or are there only pickup truck Ubers in this side of town?

I’m just gonna sit here and eat my fist in an attempt not to comment on JB and how hard it is for me to buy preteen acting. Welcome to the fold of child actors

Also this reaction pan to Archie after Jughead getting attention made my day via nostalgia of all the times he got wistful about Bughead. THIS guy to the right looks SO happy for them. Aw, Lugnut. Love and drugs are out there for you somewhere.

Maybe Toni shouldn’t wear a choker to bed after a seizure? Was I hallucinating or didn’t Toni already stay at Thornhill most of the time? “Coo-coo bananas?” Ooof. Yes you are for using that phrase. Love the smiles though. Happy babies.

Toni got a full outfit change and Veronica’s stuck waking up in her cheer outfit? Also you hear Hermione getting mad at Hiram again? Gotta protect her baby. She’s just TERRIBLE at it.

Is Gladys high as f*ck? She recognizes Archie, her child’s only best friend forever, and just randomly was like, “FREE LOVE AND TAILPIPES? Youuuu feel like car parts. Everything feels like car parts. I feel great. You should have called so I could have turned you away. Unless you have car parts, in which case welcome back. Do you eat food?”

Love Jughead’s subtle reactions to awful parenting. Was kind of hoping for a volcano eruption of emotion but I guess they need a place to stay so gotta keep it on the down low.

Alice you are the worst XD “She is among the fallen” REALLY? We are so dramatic, Riverdale.

Betty’s playin’ the GAME. Not letting it play her, am I right? “He’s actually really funny” I feel like she’s just DARING Ethel to suggest they switch boyfriends so she can cut a bitch.

E: “You’ll make him mad!”

B: “He’s not real. Also, I do what I want. LIKE I GIVE A FIZZLE ROCK”

Aw Ethel looks like she’s WRECKED. Betty is so patient with her once she’s off the rocks. I wonder if that’s why they named the drug Fizzle Rocks. “Gotta get our rocks off somehow,” the Blossoms would glean, twisting imaginary evil mustaches and licking their maple syrup-covered appendages

Also why is Toni still not at school for the contamination hilarity but Veronica is? Like, hasn’t Weatherbee ever heard of a mass-email to limit contamination? Or do they just like dramatically storming the school?

I love how serious Reggie and Veronica are when discussing narcotic addiction to something like Fizzle Rocks but haven’t stopped Moose or Kevin from eating the stuff like it’s literal candy. Wouldn’t the drill sergeant ROTC dude notice everyone was high off their a**es all the time?

Everything that comes out of Hiram’s mouth is bullsh**. These kids are terrible at keeping track of their friends.

I love the obvious head nod to the Lodges before Penelope’s fake seizure. Cheryl just rolls her eyes like, “B***, I set you on fire. I’m not gonna hold you during your Best Supporting Actress bid”

Ewwww Jellybean being into Archie is squicky for me. She has a small army of teen boys to ogle, so why Archie, esp when she seemed happy for Jarchie possibilities in the previous scene? GLADYS. You abandoned your son to adopt ten others. This is gloriously awkward. Also I’m pretty sure Jughead did not randomly rip his shirt and jacket off so I don’t know how Gladys saw his shoulder for the magically appearing scar but whaaaatever :)

HAHAHAHA Archie! ARCHIE! Literally you cannot be left alone. We need to get you a leash.

How am I supposed to take Penny seriously when she CONTINUALLY gets taken out so easily? Are they reducing her initial antagonism for the Jones to having a thing for FP? OR Gladys? The dude’s a smokin’ alcoholic but she can find those anywhere in the Ghoulies or Serpents. Heck, check out the LSD-laced Gargoyle gang for fresh meat, Pennylicious. You can even rob them afterwards for extra cash.

“Toledo Serpents” in red doesn’t have the same ring/asethetic to it. You think Gladys stole the design and the name to start her own outfit? I mean technically they could just be on the Southside of Toledo so she coulda kept the name. These are the things I think about.

Wait…Jughead…are you not gonna tell her that you carved up Penny first? Everyone is just okay with torture and mutilation? Including Archie?!

Hiram has such a god complex “what every king wants…a kingdom. And a legacy.” He wants V to have evil little babies even though she has clearly shown no interest in anything to do with his weirdo educationless empire.

Gladys’s hands are covered in blood and Jughead’s in conspiracy mode. Is Penny DEAD? Is this normal?!

Where is this phone coming from in Sisters of Quiet Mercy? Oh and Jug didn’t bring a cell phone so Betty can’t call him. BOO. Why the hell did anyone believe she’d go to the Farm?

I love Betty threatening people for justice using a sharp pencil (the pen is mightier than the sword!). Don’t tell Archie though. He might get ideas ;)

Okay this nighttime mom and son chat is juggie fan service. How could it not be with that beautiful back? His hair is so pretty. j: “you can’t go out there alone” OBVIOUSLY. Archie can’t go to the BATHROOM alone!

jughead: “I think I need to go home”

me: to betty

 jughead: “to take down hiram lodge from the inside”

me: WITH BETTY! God, this Hiram guy keeps stealing all the studmuffin attention in town

So did Polly…just…not misbehave? And that’s why she didn’t know about the game in Sisters of Quiet Mercy?

Is Cheryl trying to channel Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs? Are we water boarding with maple syrup on this show? Is that…is that happening? Is Penny ENJOYING it? Ugh no screenshot from THAT mess.

THREE GROWN WOMEN have been tied to chairs this episode. That is a record of some kind.

There is so much freaking flannel on this show. Freeeeed! I would hug him so long and hard we would both cry. Wasn’t Jellybean too young to be pissed at FP before they left? How did FP get two bikes up here? Did they trade Serpents? Why is Gladys kissing FP like she likes him as a person?! I have…SO MANY QUESTIONS!

The girls are taking care of business this round! Cheryl and V roundin’ up the troops! Ethel and Betty leading the Sisters to (sorta) safety!

DID I TELL YOU BETTY WAS A GODDESS? AND A QUEEN? She doesn’t even need her headdress for more than like five seconds. I kind of want all of them to just live in the forest as a new girl-gang of Amazons called the Gryphons. Or the Sisters. Because why the hell not?

I do not see a flaw in Archie being babysat by his dad in the middle of the woods until the Lodgpocalypse passes. Vegas will be their guard dog.

Hermione…what is your purpose? I don’t think she knows and that’s why she drinks. Or she probably doesn’t care. She does look legit distraught about being a puppet. She’s like, “Hiram’s other wife is coming back soon and I will have even less to do.”

Quarantined? To keep Jughead and FP outta town? Ohhh Riverdale. You TEASE. How are we supposed to wait to see how Jughead digs a tunnel back to Betty? This time jump nonsense better show some damn adorable reunions or I am gonna...make some fanfiction! humph! What do you think?

[peachyteabuck]

loving him was red

summary: you’ve never had sex on your period, but when you find yourself heated during aunt flow’s visit while at an event with steve, the perfect opportunity arises for you to try it out.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

words:  2381

trigger warnings: menstruation mention, some graphic descriptions of blood, smut (oral, fingering, vaginal sex), lots of swearing, the lords name in vain a few times

notes/other: HI PLS READ THIS ESP IF YOU NORMALLY DO NOT i based this p heavily on my own experiences with menstruation + other accounts i’ve heard. it is very important to remember that there is never one singular way to experience a period NOR is there a WRONG way!! all ppl who have periods are individuals with intersecting health/economic/work statuses. this has been ur daily menstrual health psa from lukis peachyteabuck.tumblr.com

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Pro: you currently look fine as fuck, and are on a date to some Very Important Thing with Captain freaking America.

Con: He’s horny (because you look so hot) and won’t leave you alone about it.

Pro: He’s horny (because you look so hot), and you’re horny (because he looks so hot).

Con: You’re currently on your period. Not only that, but the heaviest day of it is today, meaning your current tampon is acting as a floodgate to the Red Sea. Aunt Flow. Blood Moon. Red Scare. Hellstorm. Bitch in Red. Crimson Tide. Shark Week.

You get the picture.

When he thinks no one’s looking, Steve slides his hands down to your ass. You tense and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Babe, stop,” you hiss through your teeth, but you don’t sound very convincing. A waiter comes by with glasses of champagne and you grab two. You’re gonna need them to get through the next few hours, both because the...whatever you’re at is boring as hell and because all you want to do is jump your boyfriend’s bones.

“Why?” Steve says lowly into your ear. You take another sip of champagne, trying to quell the desire in your stomach. “You look so hot, your tits and ass look so good. Can’t wait to get home and give you all the bruises you want. Can’t wait to make you cum under me. Just wanna fuck you until you can’t remember you own name, until you’re begging me to stop.”

You grab the table in front of you and moan, other patrons be damned.

“Babe,” you whimper. “Stop, seriously.”

He laughs a little. “What? Can’t take the heat, should’ve expected this. In that dress? You know, I can’t tell what’s hotter, you in or you wi-”

You take a large drink from one of the glasses and turn to face him. You use your babysitting voice, the one you use with Peter when he pulls some dumb shit and no one has the courage to shame him. Damn Tony, doesn’t want to grow a spine and discipline Peter for fear of making him hate the man. “Steven Grant Rogers, I am on my period, and unless you want to beat your meat on the couch tonight, I’d recommend you cut it out.”

He’s stunned, a little. You snapping at him is extremely uncommon, you’re normally a total sweetheart with him (Who wouldn’t be?). Steve’s mouth hangs open a little as you turn back to face the crowd.

You engage with the rest of the Avengers who came - Sam, Tony, Pepper, and a few other people who you’d been wanting to talk to. A designer, some singers, a movie producer. You have lively conversations and Steve’s hand stays safely above your waist the whole time.

This time, it feels awkward. Not...sexual, like usual.

Now it’s just supportive, a way to tell you know he’s there. That’s it.

You feel bad, so bad. He was just telling you how attracted he was to you and you literally snapped at him like he was a petulant child! God, what’s wrong with you? Why were you so angry out of nowhere!

Oh, you’re in your period.

Right.

Once you’re too tired to stand in your heels, Steve moves you into the limo that’ll take you back to Stark tower. He holds your hand the entire way back, even carries your heels for you once you make it through the entrance.

He’s so amazing. And sweet. And kind. You want him to rearrange your guts.

You’ve been together long enough that he knows the minute you get into your shared apartment you want your dress unzipped so you can hunch over a take a deep breath. He guesses (correctly) that you need it undone even more so now that you’re bloated. When comes behind you to grab at it, you sigh.

“I’m so sorry for losing my self control earlier this evening...it’s just…”

You turn around, facing him. He looks so sad and you feel like you’ve kicked a puppy. Or stepped on a flower. Or thrown a fire blanket over the sun. Or slammed a baby’s hand in a car door.

In short, you’re a horrible person and all you want to do right now is cry dramatically surrounded by roses and candles. Or maybe while you stress eat banana bread.

“I’m so fucking horny when I’m on my period, and I’ve always just...I know guys find it so gross and frankly, I guess I unders-”

Steve tilts your chin up with his knuckles. It’s a sweet gesture, grounding. You stop talking, enchanted by his beautiful eyes. “I don’t find it gross at all.”

You gulp, remaining silent as he spoke. What?

“Let me fuck you, please. I find you so beautiful, and a natural and healthy body function isn’t going to change that.” The dress slips down your body and he first kisses down your chest, then your stomach, then lands on his knees right in front of your pussy. The dress, with its deep, wide neckline didn’t allow for a bra, so he skips right down to your panties. Menstruating had made your lips extra sensitive, so you told your stylist specifically to give you a simply black cotton panty.

Steve, someone who has seen you in much fancier, much more expensive, and/or much sexier lingerie, doesn’t seem to mind. He still pulls them down with his teeth, and massages your inner thighs. You want to look away so badly, so worried about what he’ll say when he finds the string of your tampon, or if he sees your more pronounced belly due to bloating.

When the panties hit the floor, you want to scream. Why is he doing this? Why does he find you sexy?

“Okay,” you finally get out. You immediately regret your response. Okay!? What was he asking you, what he was getting for dinner? You could at least say please!

You try to breathe, to calm down. But you can’t. You absolutely cannot calm the fuck down.

“Open your legs a little for me, babe,” he whispers. It’s low, calm. The kind of voice you’d use if you’re trying to pet a stray cat on the street. He’s trying to get your heart to stop racing, for your palms stop sweating.

You follow his orders, opening your knees a little bit, attempting to relax your muscles in the process. He coaxes the tampon string down from where you tucked it in, pulling it out slowly.

When he pulls it away, it’s a deep, ugly brown. Not earthy, or some deep coffee-like brown, or a beautiful oak in a desk at Ikea.

It’s gross. Just plain gross.

You wince a little at the sight, and he tosses it into the trash can under your desk.

“Now that we have that out of the way,” he inches his strong hands back up your legs, digging a little into the sore muscles.

Right before they can ghost your clit, you sigh.

“Wait,” you say. Steve hands stop and you close your eyes.

You can’t look at him, you’re so embarrassed.

But you want to do this, and you want to feel good while it happens. “Lean me against a wall, it feels better on my lower back if I have something to lean against...also I’m really sensitive right now, so going slow would be appreciated.”

Steve nods, standing up and pressing you into the closest wall. “Anything else, darling?”

He’s eye-level with you now, and fuck you love him so much.

You shake your head. “No...just, thank you...for this.”

He descends again and smiles. “Anything for you, my love.”

First he circles a thumb around your clit, inserting some of his middle finger into you. It feels so good, especially since you haven’t gotten off at all this week.

You blame it on being too busy, but you know why.

It’s never something you could understand, why you were always so ashamed of being on your period. Maybe it was societal influence, maybe it was because once a kid pulled a tampon out of your purse in high school and called you a she-demon, maybe it was because once your period started while having sex with your most recent ex-boyfriend and he called you a nasty bitch and then broke up with you...while you were both still naked.

Whatever it was, you knew three things:

One, you have the best boyfriend in the world.

Nope, scratch that, the universe.

Two, your boyfriend cares for you a lot and wants you to be happy.

Three, whatever he’s doing is incredibly erotic and you love it.

It’s absolute ecstasy, the way he pumps his fingers in and out of you in rhythm with circles around your clit. You knead your breasts and moan lewdly, and it only drives Steve to work harder.

When you cum, you cum hard. He fucks you through it with his fingers, smiling at the amount of pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Fuck,” you mumble. “That was so good.”

He chuckles. “Glad I could be of service.”

You laugh a little, running your hands through his hair. It’s thick, golden, warm. He’s like the sun.

You bite your lip, preparing to speak.

But he does so before you can. “Want to go to the bed?”

It’s sounds like such an innocent question, but you know better.

You nod, letting out a deep exhale. “Just be warned, changing my center of gravity is gonna...it’s gonna be weird...”

Steve laughs a little again. “Babe, I know what I’m getting into.”

He then picks you up and carries you to the bed. The second he lays you down, you start to feel that familiar feeling you can only describe as a stomach ache, but if it was also a waterfall.

The second you start to look how you feel, Steve becomes concerned.

“You okay?” he asks, eyeing you up and down to look for injury.

You squeeze your eyes together. “Yeah...just feeling weird.”

Steve laughs a little. His hands were stained with your blood, and since he had picked you up, smudged handprints riddled your body. You thought you might be disgusted, or he might be disgusted.

But it was beautiful, art. A painting made with you, by Steve, on you.

A masterpiece.

Steve seems to have the same thought. “Should draw this and sell it to that damned museum we were just at...hang it up for all the world to see just how beautiful you are…”

You think Steve is about to just fuck you, and you’re totally okay with that.

Not expecting to get fucked and then getting fucked is a wonderful surprise, one you welcome.

But then he kisses down your navel again, and lightly licks and nips at your clit.

The minitrations illicit loud and broken moans out of you. Your fingers fly to the back of his head, pulling him impossibly closer to you. His blood-stained hands hold you hips up, keeping them from bucking. It’s good, it’s so good.

He removes one, and begins to fuck his fingers in and out you. It’s good, your clit in his mouth, his fingers in your cunt.

You cum with a cry. If the first time made you see stars, this time you’re able to identify the Big Dipper. Before the orgasm was surprising, almost juvenile. It reminded you of getting fingered on the bleachers, or in a bathroom.

This one makes you feel like an adult. An actual, real life adult woman with actual, real life adult woman desires.

“Fuck,” is all you can muster.

Steve crawls up to you, resting part of his body on your chest, which is still heaving. He places a hand on your hip, his thumb rubbing supportively.

“Was hoping you’d say that,” he says, smiling. God, you want to hit him.

Not in a sexual way, though. Not right now, at least.

You groan a little at his gloating. He looks like a cheshire cat. “Shut up and fuck me, you insolent bastard.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says before positioning himself at your entrance.

Despite his sarcastic nature, he watches you for any sign of discomfort while he slowly enters you. It’s sweet, and sickeningly slow.

You moan, wrapping your legs around his waist to give him a better angle. This is exactly what you needed to make you feel less shitty, some good ole fuckin’ with your exceptionally attractive boyfriend.

By the end, you two are a moaning mess. You finish again, your hand on your clit and Steve kissing your neck. This time, the crystal clear pleasure is gone, and you feel like a giant fuzzy cloud of “holy fucking Jesus H Christ that was amazing.”

While your pussy pulses around him, Steve cums inside you. When he pulls out and collapses next to you, you’re finally clear-headed enough to take in the scene around you.

It looks like you should section off the bed with caution tape. Steve’s dick, hands, and face are absolutely covered in blood, as is the bed.

That’s when it hits you. White sheets. Deep red and brown clumps of your uterine lining. An absolutely perfect but sometimes forgetful boyfriend.

“Steve, babe?” you question, attempting to pry him away from the edge of sleep.

“Mmmrf,” is all he says, face down, head resting between your breasts.

“Did you forget to pull a towel down before we fucked?”

He lifts his head, smile sated. “Maybe.”

You sigh, and let his head fall back down. Finding a way to non-suspiciously change your blood sheets is a problem for tomorrow-you. Right-now-you just wants to run your fingers through Steve’s hair, his light snores filling your room and giving you something to fall asleep to.

“You know I’m gonna make you do this next time, too, right?” You ask, suddenly just as tired as Steve looks.

He nods a little, then turns his head so you can hear him. He kisses your breast before he speaks. “Of course, baby. Would do anything for you, especially when it comes you makin’ love to ya.”

You smile. “Good. Because after that, there’s no way I’m ever letting you go.”

Steve chuckles. “Ditto, babe.”

[ginalinettiofficial]

anyways i’m rewatching all the teen & kid scenes in st2, and remembering how i felt when i watched it wayyyyy back when it first came out vs watching it now is WILD

like first of all: they’re all my babies, every single of one of them, i love them all endlessly

secondly, never noticed before how WILD billy was to stalk up to steve at that party no prompting no onscreen reasoning ever given???? one second he’s playing w toilet paper the next he’s fucking naruto running to the hot guy on the other side of the room just to silently glare at him?????? billy r u ok???????

some other things i didn’t notice/remember that feel important now:

- will’s visions are fucking henry creel !!! eyes rolled back in his head and shaking and everything. they really did some cool parallels in s4 to s2 will with vecna’s victims and i’d totally forgot about it by the s4 came around

- always forget that dustin liked max for a second there. poor dustin he can’t catch a break

- erica “just the facts” sinclair look how BABY she is!!!!! she’s so little!!!!!

- billy hargrove wore denim on denim to both his first AND his second day at his new school. legends only

- max: “let’s just try to make the best of a bad situation!” / billy: “what in the goddamn HELL and FUCK did you just say to me?”

- why are there SO many redheads at hawkins high this cannot be a coincidence i’ve never seen so many red headed teenage girls in my LIFE as the minor characters/extras on stranger things. there’s like at LEAST five of them what is UP with that do they have a club???? they have to have a club?????

- billy was there in the bg for that entire fight max and lucas had before she got in the car and he yelled at her to stay away from him which truly is context i 100% never noticed before! like billy didn’t just see her walk away from a random kid looking upset and then yell at her about it, he watched her very obviously fight with and yell at that kid and then walk away w tears in her eyes. doesn’t excuse the very clear implied racism that the duffers just had to shove in there, but it does give a new perspective on that whole car convo

- eddie’s van is at tina’s party i’m not fucking kidding ????????????

- where is the fandom love for that random toga dude at the party!!!!!! “pure fuel” i love you toga kid!!!!!!

- natalia dyer acting her ASS off as drunk nancy i love it

- joyce byers threatening to genuinely murder children for bullying her son, we stan

- max’s FACES god sadie sink is so funny her expressions this entire season are just GOLDEN

- why did dustin have so much baseball gear does dustin play baseball???? give me dustin baseball backstory lore i’m begging

- also fr dustin being the calm stable one in the house vs his nervous wreck of a mother esp when mews went “missing” !!!! like oh, no wonder this kid latched onto steve “i’ll parent anyone” harrington so quickly

- max is SUCH a bad liar and she and billy both know it and it’s hilarious she makes the EXACT same faces when she’s lying about knowing lucas, seeing him at the arcade, and the “talkative mormons” i love her

- i always forget how billy starts off his scene w neil by speaking loudly and with attitude and i think that’s important!!! it’s something we forget often in fic and fandom depictions of the hargrove family dynamic but like. billy is still able to sass like a teenager and raise his voice sometimes and get defensive without being /immediately/ hurt and tbh i think that makes the whole neil thing almost worse !!! it’s at least different than if we pretend that neil’s the type of abuser who is CONSTANTLY blowing up and making everyone walk on eggshells all day long. it seems like he’s more one of those where he HAS good and fair days and then sometimes he’ll just SNAP and TURN and that’s just its own sort of horrible because like…. it’s the false sense of safety it’s the never knowing when the mood is gonna shift it’s the constant testing for boundaries that are ALWAYS shifting, never consistent, never predictable !!!

- i’ll go to my grave believing that when dart approached dustin in the shed he wasn’t gonna try to hurt him at all. poor dart he was just tryna see his buddy!!!! he loved dustin!!!!!

- max telling lucas that billy used to be okay but now he’s just angry all the time and tearing up talking about it really hit home !!! i’ve had family members who i’ve seen be consumed by anger and just. hoh boy actually i think i need a full separate post to talk about this one because it got to me. that whole convo on the roof of the bus does NOT get enough attention

- also the brief dustin/steve/max scene right before that is comedic GOLD and i watched it four times in a row because i was dying

- billy was SO excited to go on his date or wherever the fuck he was going and i WISH there had been SOME context before that moment as to what he was planning to do because it seemed pretty damn important !!!

- jonathan and nancy and murray scenes just kill me that shit is so funny. how was the pull out jonathan

- also billy fully just put cologne on his dick. truly a teenage boy ladies and gents!!!

anyways half of these make me want to write their own post but that’s a dump of most of my big thoughts so far. haven’t rewatched ep 8 yet so ofc will also have feelings to share on that but yea. stranger things 2 what a TIME!!!!!

[sikhyes]

bitchcraft ━ yeri

a/n: i’ve been wanting to write this for so long (esp since i feel really proud of the title lmao) but i hope you guys enjoy!! genre: supernatural!au , witch!au , college!au , fluff pairing: yeri x reader (red velvet) word count: 2,023 summary: they said that every pizza boy that walks in never comes out. that’s why they sent you, a pizza girl. warnings: none

bitchcraft (n.) - a specialty of witchcraft only perfected and practiced by a supreme ‘bitch’

It was particularly rare finding a decently priced house only a few blocks away from campus (not counting the glorified suburban homes that housed the frats and sororities) so you knew that there had to be a catch to the entire ordeal. Whether it be a creepy landlord or inescapably loud parties, you and your friends braced yourself for the worst once all of you had signed the lease.

However, one month in and the only weird thing about the entire block had to be the eerily decorated house across the street. It was the biggest one compared to the rows of the picket-fences, two tall trees bordering the left and right corner of the front yard with three sets of stairs leading up to the mahogany double doors. While the rest of the houses were painted a fresh spring color, the house across was a dark shadow amongst its sisters on the block. With only grey tiles that covered the roof, everything else was accented with darker wood and ledger stone tiles as pillars that held up the porch.

No one really spoke much about it at first. Your next door neighbors situated on the right was a sweet couple, living the longest on the block compared to the rest of the street. When you and the other three people living with you now (Chaeyoung, Taehyung, and Jimin) went to drop off french macarons (instead of the usual rice cakes) out of courtesy, mostly everyone gave silent warnings to not approach the dark house. It wasn’t until Taehyung’s curiosity got the best of him and finally asked the other college students that inhabited the apartment complex a couple houses down yours.

“Is it like a ‘Boo Radley’ situation?” Jimin asked as he handed the delicately wrapped boxes over to the guy named Hoseok.

Namjoon, the taller one, shook his head as Hoseok retreated in their home to set the gift aside. “No, not necessarily. At least, the rumors haven’t reached to murder yet.” At the sight of yours and Chaeyoung’s expression, the boy quickly hurried on to explain. “The most popular one is that anyone that enters that house never comes out.”

Taehyung’s laugh bellowed, carefree as he flicked a few loose strands of his bangs aside. “I call bullshit. This is LA, dude, not some shitty town in the middle of nowhere.”

“It’s your choice to believe it or not,” Hoseok shrugged. “But there’s one piece of evidence that can actually support that rumor.”

“What is it?” You found yourself asking.

“Any pizza boy that comes by that house goes missing.”

“So there’s five of them?”

You didn’t bother rolling your eyes - the world seemed to spin with how often you’ve done it in the past ten minutes - and kept your attention on your notes. With your frame curled up on the left side of the couch and Chaeyoung’s slender legs stretched out on the rest of the piece of furniture, Taehyung occupied the armchair closest to you with his gangly stature sprawled all over it. His head dangled off the edge of the armrest, his hair comically standing on end as though he was electrocuted, as he tossed a baseball only to catch with precision a few seconds later.

“Yes. There’s five,” Chaeyoung answered kindly, her voice never betraying the hidden frustration that was growing beneath her expression. That had to be the tenth time Taehyung had asked to reiterate what Namjoon told them only moments prior. “And before you ask, we don’t know their names. All we know is that they attend our university, appears to be filthy rich, and likes to order pizza.”

“Which is how they lure in their prey,” Jimin cut in as he padded from the bathroom with only a loose towel tied haphazardly around his lean waist. The sight of the shirtless male would’ve made you blush but you’ve lived with him (as well as the other two) too long to feel any surprise at any state of his undress. “They’re like black widows, hot and dangerous.”

You couldn’t bite back the snort that escaped you. “How do you know they’re hot?”

“I just do. It’s a vibe thing.”

At this point, you were sure that your eyes would’ve fallen out with how much you’ve rolled them.

Two months in and still no sign of the mysterious five that lived in the house across the street. Every morning, you stuck to a serious and sharp routine that you followed religiously. Wake up at 6:30 AM, jog a couple laps around the street, return back by 7:00 AM to start on breakfast with Jimin and be ready by your first class (regardless if it was a nine am class or a two pm class). With how often you’re actually out and about, you were positive that you’d have at least bumped into them once.

But you were just as unsuccessful (you were ashamed to admit that you even took an extra lap one morning in hopes of catching a glimpse of any one of them) as the rest of your housemates, despite being placated that you weren’t the only one obsessed with finding more about your secretive neighbors.

“Y/N?” Chaeyoung came bounding into your shared room, her orange hair askew beneath a large tacky trucker’s cap that advertised ‘Pizza Palace’ in a fading red font across the yellowing white fabric. You tore your attention away from the bright screen of your laptop, a little disoriented from writing an essay, and took in your roommate’s appearance in completely. With her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and dropping in unsteady intervals, you immediately jumped off the bed and led her to her own.

“Hey, you alright? What happened?” Your mind instantly jumped to the worst-case scenarios, kickstarting your anxious heart as you waited for Chaeyoung to fill you in.

“I’m fine,” she wheezed, trying her best to catch her breathe as she removed her cap to place on your head. “I need you to do me a favor. Can you fill in the rest of my hours for tonight at the pizza place a few streets away? I got an email from my TA reminding me of my paper that’s due tonight, which I completely forgot about so I-”

“Hold on, slow down, Chae… slow down. Don’t tell me you just ditched your shift! Did you tell your boss at least?”

“I did, but I need you to cover for me.”

You scooted backwards to shoot her the most incredulous look. “Chae, I don’t even work there! How am I supposed to cover your shift?”

“You’re not making any pizza,” she hurriedly answered. “Just deliveries! Please, please, please!”

No matter how long you’ve lived with Chaeyoung, you just didn’t seem to have the kind of immunity against her pitiful expressions you thought you might’ve acquired by now. “Oh, fine. Give me the stupid hat.”

It must’ve been a regular occurrence for random strangers in employee gear to show up at the pizza parlor because Chaeyoung’s supervisor didn’t bat an eye when you arrived behind the counter in her uniform. Your own hair was pulled into a messy knot at the nape of your neck, loose strands of hair framing your face as you pushed up the large cap up to properly keep eye contact.

“Here are the orders, here are the addresses, and here’s the keys to the pizza car. Not a scratch,” she ordered firmly before sending you on your way. Once you found the designated vehicle, you scoffed as you remembered her last piece of instruction.

A scratch would’ve actually been an improvement with how shitty the car’s state was.

The first few addresses were simple enough; the entire area was mostly separate houses rather than confusing apartment complexes, making your temporary job much more easier. The list of orders began to decrease and the monstrous amount of boxes in the backseat disappeared one by one with each stop. Reaching the end of the list, your heart nearly dropped to your chest once you recognized the address.

It was the house across the street.

“When’s the pizza coming?” Yeri’s whining echoed throughout the spacious house as she lounged on one of the chaises in the sitting room, a picture of relaxation as she fiddled with a pistol crossbow. Irene wrinkled her nose at the mess she caused when she passed by. Stray arrows scattered the area around the youngest as grease-stained rags laid upon her mahogany tables where the tools were placed on.

“Soon.” It was Wendy who answered from her position by the window seat at the east side of the house once she noticed the displeased look on the eldest’s features. It’s been a couple months since their last ‘order’ and whenever Irene hasn’t had her appetite filled, she became cranky enough that Seulgi and Joy would retreat to their room until her ‘hangry’ phase subsides. “Be patient. It should be here any moment.”

Although they barely entertained any guests, the five women were dressed in their finest. It was a bland Thursday evening but with the high-end cocktail dresses that adorned their ideal figures, you’d think they’d be off to attend some VVIP, private gala in the city. Irene was dressed in a sequined long sleeve dress with bloody red heels. Yeri kept things simple with a crochet dress and flats while Seulgi chose a lace blouse and leather pants. Joy loved her little black dresses that accentuated her curves. Wendy opted for a vintage velvet blouse and leather skirt.

Despite their oddly fancy attire, it blended well with the artistic pieces carefully placed around their home. Irene had picked up art curating as a new hobby, a way to pass the time as they juggled their unorthodox lives.

Right when Seulgi finally slid down the tall flight of stairs by the banister, the doorbell chimed around their house. “Dinner time,” she hummed as a devilish grin crossed her scarlet lips. She stepped aside and retreated to the living room with Joy at her tail when Yeri bounded up to open the door with a grotesque teddy bear tucked in the crook of her arm. As her hand reached for the doorknob, an adorable expression settled upon her visage as she prepared herself to come face to face with another pizza boy.

The door swung open and her practiced smile was what greeted you… only for it to fall in surprise only seconds later when Yeri realized you weren’t a pizza boy.

“For… Yeri?” You read the post-it note on the top of the box as you stretched your arms out to hand the pizza over. “That’ll be fifteen-”

“Excuse me,” the pretty girl cut you off before she slammed the door in your face.

“Wait… repeat that again. They just took the pizza and paid you…?”

Your swung your legs as you sat on the counter, munching on a leftover pizza as you nodded. The closing crew had asked you to retell the story for the tenth time now but you didn’t really mind repeating it, not when you had a slice of pizza in your hand. Although it was a good half hour since you’ve finished the rest of Chae’s shift, you’ve befriended her coworkers when they realized you made a stop at Hell House (a funny little nickname they dubbed the creepy place). While you sat on the counter, the four others had grabbed chairs to circle around you with their own late dinners in hand.

“Yeah, they seemed a little confused but that’s it,” you answered patiently, nibbling at the crust as the youngest coworker tentatively raised his hand.

“Really?” Mark asked, dropping his hand with a little bashful chuckle. “That’s it?”

You nodded and they all finally dispersed, somewhat content with the first witness story of the odd happenings in hell house. “Really. That’s it.

Yes, that was it… and the slip of paper that held the pretty girl’s number in your pocket.

[cherrysaiyan]

There was an experience I had when I still had my dA up and running. It was over one of my old [self-insert] dbz OCs, Daiko.

At the time, her name wasn’t Daiko but Lia, which was just my name minus the S. In middle school, specifically 6th grade, I was obsessed with dbz. I made self-inserts of myself and my cousins, ‘cause we all loved dbz. Reason I took out the S from the name is because I was embarrassed over my classmates knowing that was self-insert, since a lot of them always liked looking through my sketchbooks [something I stopped doing when I had E N O U G H of them smudging the pencil art and getting finger prints all over other pages].

Now, when I started out my dA account, dbz OCs were some of the first art I put up. I don’t think I ever made it clear “Lia” was my self-insert, but I never really thought that needed to be said seeing as I made my real name public on there. It should’ve been obvious, right?

Anyways, fast forward years later, maybe some time in 2013 or 2014, maybe even 2015? At that point, I’ve pretty much abandoned my account because my abuser stilled followed my dA and a lot of the shit he forced me to draw for him was still the most recent of art I had up. I’d still post art once in a while, but then I stopped when my stalker from Gaia Online started stealing my dbz art and asking for weird requests [he kept asking for ship art of Bardock and Pan, which.. yanno, he’s her great grandpa 8| I genuinely believe this guy knew NOTHING about dbz, but that’s another story].

So, some time before I deactivated my account, someone felt the need to comment on a profile I made for Lia. This person told me that it was canon that all saiyans have black hair and eyes, and that a saiyan who lost a mate would mourn over for them a long period of time and wouldn’t move on so quickly. Now, if you remember, Lia was my self-insert. I gave her some of my traits - brown hair, green eyes, and I made her love interests the dbz guys I was madly in love with during middle school - Raditz and Yamcha. I was 11-12 yos when I came up with that stuff, and still applied it when I was like.. 16-17. When my abuser came into my life, I was never able to focus on making changes to her because all my time and energy went into him and wat he wanted.

This person left a comment about canon stuff, and I just fucking laughed. Like, at this point, I’m already in my mid 20s. I even showed this to @kaiju-z to laugh over it n shit. I know for a damn fact someone outright stole/copied Lia’s design/story. My stalker already did that as well as another person [I had a friend confirm this, and he offered to out the person, but I told him he didn’t have to], and some other random person stole another of my dbz OC’s design/looks before. But, because I hadn’t been active in so long, there’s no way I could back up my claims on the 2nd part of the former. My only alibi was the date on which I posted the art, but this person only focused on the art itself. Obviously, this person is friends with someone who stole my character Lia.

The reason I say that is due to the fact that I have a black-haired saiyaness with purple/violet eyes, another with fucking magenta hair & violet + blue streaks and blue eyes, a third with strawberry blonde hair and brown eyes, a saiyan with blond hair and blue eyes, and a saiyaness with silver hair and eyes. All outlandish hair + eye colors that stick out. But no, this person goes for my self-insert. I’m not sure how far they dug into my gallery, but they did and decided to comment on my self-insert and tell me all this canon shit and wat not. They could’ve left that comment on literally any of the listed saiyan OCs, but went for my self-insert, which made me Very Suspicious.

I replied back saying I had made all this in middle/high school, changes were a thing that’d happen soon enough. It still makes me suspicious that this person pointed out my self-insert, especially when they had a self-insert demon saiyan with red eyes. So, my only conclusion is that this person was friends with someone who ripped off my self-insert.

Being spiteful, I’ve left her hair brown and eyes green. I changed her name to Daiko, ‘cause I decided to give all my Planet Vegeta born saiyans veggie pun/related names, as well as their kids. I’ve left Daiko paired up with Yamcha. To add some extra spite, I made a new saiyansona/self-insert that I paired up with Raditz. 8) In fact, I might very well make a saiyan OC with bubblegum pink hair and bright blue eyes. 

So, I guess the moral of the story is to let people be creative regardless of canon [esp if it’s harmless creativity] and don’t steal people’s art/OCs/etc, and then enable/defend the art thief and hound out the person they stole from and tell them to change their OC.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[markhycks]

markhyuck au where

it’s their first christmas together as a couple  (continuation of real estate agent au)

so mark’s nickname for donghyuck is ‘spirit’

it’s so adorable bc hyuck always pretends to get mad about it even though lowkey he kinda likes it bc it makes him feel special that someone has a nickname for him?? (how soft right?)

whenever he tries to be mad at mark for it mark just embarrasses him about it and uses his own words against him, like the phrases hyuck used to use to scare him as a ghost

it’s so cute though 

so sometimes when hyuck wakes up in the middle of the night to get like a glass of water and mark’s probably already up doing his lil real estate work bc he’s a busy bee (pls rest soon mr fully capable!!) he’ll use this fake deep n ~scary~ voice and he’s all “WHO GOES THERE”

and hyuck just j u m p s and he’s mad like “Wtf r u doing??!?! it’s 3 goddamn AM who are you trying to kill what if i had a seizure”

and mark just can’t stop laughing bc he’s lowkey a savage too n he’s all “wow hypocrite, you literally used to do the same to people that’d come view the house??”

hyuck just goes red and he’s embarrassed

mark carries on teasing him by using all the cheesy ghost phrases hyuck used to (like srsly where did donghyuck even get his knowledge of ghosts from who evensays ‘who goes there’ anymore) 

donghyuck’s just embarrassed and he’s all “whatever” and quietly drinks his water before heading back to bed

mark can only smile fondly at his boo and pats his butt as he leaves as a form of apology

donghyuck doesn’t mind anyway and reminds mark to sleep soon 

ok so anyway it’s christmas soon!!

and mark’s like, all about christmas he’s a WHOLE christmas enthusiast and he loves christmas jumper day at work and wears his fav christmas jumper which is rudolph with a bright led red nose that lights up and he’s just s o excited to put up decorations in their house

donghyuck doesn’t have many memories of christmas and views it as any other day

when mark hears about this he just gets so sad and he hugs hyuck and the poor boy is emo all day bc ??? hyuck hasn’t celebrated christmas before 

donghyuck’s just rolling his eyes because his boyfriend is so dramatic but he lets mark cling sadly to him all day (mostly bc he can’t even get him off him in the first place)

mark buys donghyuck a christmas jumper with little christmas trees that also have lights on them 

and donghyuck pretends to hate it but on the inside he’s just so happy n shy n blushy bc what did he do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend??

jisung comes over occasionally and him and donghyuck get along pretty well (they both gang up on mark always) and one day he brings his best friend chenle with him so they can all help put up decorations in their home

mark wants it to be extra special because it’s donghyuck’s first actual christmas and also their first christmas together

hyuck’s like “pLEASE stop making this a big deal” but mark’s just huffy n puffy like “nO it has to be special its our first christmas together!!”

so hyuck just rolls his eyes like ok FINE and they even go out together to choose a tree

so come the day where they put up their decorations

chenle’s the l o u d e s t boy ever and him and jisung are both just so hyper together but they’re really fun boys

they spend the day attempting to put up the tree and lights and they blast christmas songs all evening

at one point mark jumps up onto a table to dramatically lip synch to mariah’s all i want for christmas while pointing at a mortified donghyuck

chenle and jisung can’t stop laughing bc its s o hilarious and jisung records it on the sly (bc brother duties!!) as blackmail material

donghyuck goes silent bc he is so SHY and also embarrassed

mark gives everyone second hand embarrassment 

but they still love him 

at one point mark asks donghyuck to grab the star from their room

hyuck’s like oki and heads into their room to search for it

mark quietly follows him when he’s gone and jisung and chenle share a knowing glance with each other when they see him holding a mistletoe behind his back

jisung pretends to gag while chenle only coos

donghyuck spots the star and picks it up before heading back out to the living room

just as he gets to the doorway mark’s standing there in front of him with an unreadable expression on his face  

“hey i got the star-wait what’s wrong?” he blinks, confused

mark’s lips curl upwards into a small smile as he holds up the mistletoe high in between them

donghyuck’s eyes follow the mistletoe and then to mark as he blinks in confusion, his cheeks heating up

he doesn’t know why he feels so embarrassed today

maybe he’s just overwhelmed at the idea of spending christmas with mark??

he pretends to play dumb and clears his throat, fingers curling over the star in his hands

“so..”

mark raises a brow at him, slightly dumbfounded

“what do you mean so? look!” he says, dangling the mistletoe in between them

donghyuck lets out a playful scoff before pursing his lips

“kiss me then, stupid.”

so mark does

donghyuck’s lips are soft against mark’s, they’re warm and still taste like honey, it’s still his favorite taste

they both stay like that for a while until mark lowers his arms to bring them around donghyuck’s frame, gently holding him against his chest as the younger continues to press soft kisses to his lips, fingers still clutching onto the star

mark’s hands give hyuck’s waist a gentle squeeze and all he wants to do is stay like this forever

they’re interrupted by a loud scream (surprise: it’s chenle)

later when they finally manage to decorate the tree, mark INSISTS that donghyuck put up the star just because

hyuck hates being put on the spot like this since he’s not used to it but chensung and mark are looking at him with hopeful eyes and he really loves his boyfriend so much so he’s like o ok 

jisung (as the tallest) has to give him a piggy back so that he can reach the top of the tree

as he’s putting up the star he has to stretch a lil more bc it’s so?? far away still??

“jisung move closer a lil pls”

and so jisung does

but donghyuck still can’t reach and so he makes the mistake of tugging at a branch 

CRASH

the fuckin tree topples over and jisung and donghyuck topple over and all their endless effort has gone to wASTE 

everyone just goes silent for like 5 seconds staring at the DISASTER that is their tree

donghyuck feels so bad bc he knows its his fault and he panics and looks at mark 

mark’s blank for a moment before he lets out the loudest snort

and soon they’re all laughing so much because it’s just so ?? funny ??

slowly they start putting the decorations and lights back onto the tree and this time mark grabs a stool for donghyuck to stand on before putting up the star

it goes right this time 

they’re all so tired and mark suggests ordering takeout but chenle and jisung already have made dinner plans to eat at this new restaurant and mark’s a lil butthurt that he wasn’t invited

they only roll their eyes and say their goodbyes as donghyuck flops onto the couch tiredly

mark takes a seat beside him “move over, lazy ass”

donghyuck huffs and proceeds to sprawl over the couch more, his head nuzzling onto mark’s lap before he glances up at his boyfriend

mark smiles fondly at him, giving his hair a little ruffle

“thanks for today, mark. i really had fun”

“anytime, my little ghost of christmas past”

donghyuck blinks at him, confused

“your what?”

and mark just g a p e s 

because donghyuck hasn’t read or seen A Christmas Carol??

when their dinner finally arrives, mark insists that they have to watch it that night (even though donghyuck’s complaining bc mark has work the next morning)

they end up watching it even though mark ends up falling asleep near the end 

donghyuck watches the whole thing and lowkey he’s a huge fan already

also bah humbug becomes his new favorite catchphrase 

~

mark’s workplace is having a christmas party at the office and they’re each allowed to invite one guest 

so o f c o ur s e mark has to bring his boo

donghyuck’s already met most of his boyfriends colleagues and he’s really really fond of sicheng (whose internship has now ended and is a full employee at the company)

they play cheesy christmas games and wear crowns and boss taeil gets super hyper it’s hilarious

he spends the evening ganging up on mark with his colleagues 

mark also ends up drinking a lil and he gets kinda tipsy (really mark?? on wine??) and he’s all red and tired and clinging to hyuck the entire time

they make out secretly in taeil’s office when mark says he wants to show hyuck a ‘document’

mark’s a clingy drunk and donghyuck finds it so adorable

donghyuck doesn’t have his permit yet and mark is not allowed to drive while drunk (no drink-driving, kids!) so they have to get jaehyun to drop them home who will drop mark’s car over later on

mark’s being all touchy when they get home that night and hyuck’s like p le as e as he tries to help his boyfriend out of his shoes 

that night they end up cuddling with donghyuck being the big spoon

when they wake up however, mark’s worried about his lil baby’s arms getting numb and he immediately pulls hyuck into his arms, brushing gentle kisses to his temple

~

they spend christmas eve with mark’s family back at his parents home

jisung has invited chenle over and one of his cousins jeno has invited his boyfriends jaemin and renjun over too

they all get along with donghyuck (esp mark’s mother she absolutely a d o r e s him and treats him like her own son)

donghyuck’s shy again because!! family!! so mark squeezes his hand under the table and gives him reassuring glances the whole evening

hyuck sticks to his side the whole night and at one point mark’s mother calls him into the kitchen to help with dessert

when he goes in she gives him a big hug and tells him she loves him and kisses his forehead 

donghyuck bursts into tears right there bc suddenly he misses his parents and he’s never experienced being with family before and he’s just super overwhelmed

she tells him that she’s happy that mark has found someone like him and that her son is lucky

in his head he thinks its the other way around

mark’s watching them from the doorway, an overjoyed expression on his face bc he’s so happy and he just sniffles silently

they sleep in mark’s childhood bedroom that night and mark shares stories about his childhood 

the bed they’re on isn’t exactly for two people so there’s a spare mattress on the floor 

donghyuck insists he’ll take the floor but then decides it’s too cold despite all the blankets

he climbs onto the bed and sprawls onto his boyfriend’s chest while he’s asleep

mark groans, playfully teasing him about being heavy before pressing his lips to donghyuck’s nose and bringing his arms around him

the next morning mark’s awake first and he’s so !!! excited !!! because it’s christmas !!

he shakes hyuck awake (who actually woke up before him but pretended to be asleep) and plants a kiss square onto his lips

donghyuck groans playfully about his morning breath and they end up getting into a brief pillow fight until there’s a knock on the door

as they get dressed into their christmas sweaters again, donghyuck pulls his boyfriend towards by the hem of his sleeve

“what’s up?” mark asks

donghyuck leans over to kiss his boyfriend once more, fingers gently lacing with mark’s before he pulls away

“thank you for all of this, really” he whispers, eyes twinkling

mark just looks at his boyfriend with the s w e e te s t gaze, arms coming to wrap around donghyuck

“merry christmas, donghyuck. i love you”

“i love you too, mark”

and they hold hands before heading out into the living room

[laisai]

yes thank you so much. it drives me nuts when people can't seem to draw east asians except as white ppl with yellow ish skin. esp with some east asian media getting more popular here nowadays

i have the hooded eyelid and honestly eyeliner is out of the question, a dark eyeshadow gives the same effect and mascara helps. also my parents always called both the hooded and double eyelid, "the double eyelid" which was confusing

also. my mom personally has very round, circle shaped eyes with small double eyelids. so it's not uncommon. but bc of our bone structure her eyes protrude a bit from the side, as do mine

oh and her eyes are a light brown, and even that gets remarked on and ppl assume she's not totally han chinese -- which she is. han chinese as an ethnic group is kind of a huge mix because there's over a billion of us 😂 but it does tell u what we expect from our own group, i.e. eyes from black to dark brown

we also both have little bumps under our nose bridges like the tutorial mentioned, just... i basically dont have a nose bridge and my mom's is also super low. so glasses end up on the bump 😂 sunglasses, which usually don't have the little nose pads, are a nightmare. oh! but my dad who has very very small monolid eyes says he doesn't find the need for sunglasses bc if he squints a bit it blocks most of the light lmao

that Actually might be part of why we have monolids? it's one of the theories anyway -- better for counteracting snow blindness in the north.

also our faces/heads can get much wider than the average westerner. neither my dad nor i can get glasses from any store. we need to find special collections that are extra wide. and even then, the arms of the glasses often have to bend out and sit a bit awkwardly on my face.

my dad can't wear most swim caps comfortably bc they assume a much pointier/more circular headshape, whereas our heads are... less so? bc of our wider faces?? cant explain but basically head shape is a constant battle and i havent noticed white ppl having as many issues. obvs not every east asian person has the same problems -- my mom doesnt have the head shape issue -- but it's something that occurs more frequently?

also "blond" asians can exist -- i think mongolians might have a blond gene that developed separately and so do certain people in southeast asia? but bc it developed differently their way of looking blond/and its associated traits are different. look it up! also it is very very rare anyway so keep that in mind. ppl will remark on it/expect the person to be mixed race or foreign.

and red hair naturally happens in some japanese people bc of historical trade stuff. there was a full japanese kid at my high school who was a natural ginger.

oh, and albino asians exist. they end up looking kinda blonde haired and blue eyed but its not quite the same, esp if they have both the hair and eyes as for them that's a... more complete form of albinism, which is a lack of melanin pigment in the skin, and not just decreased amounts. again, google that stuff, do your research, but it is a possibility

(also if u make albino characters pls be aware theyre often stereotyped as evil and it's hurtful. i did a little research project in school on the genes that cause albinism so that's why i have... this random info 😂 but im not super knowledgeable)

oh and heights in east asia vary a lot but generally northerners are taller (so koreans are often taller than vietnamese for example) and japanese people, until recently, had a fairly short height compared to the rest of us on the continent. but that was likely due to poorer nutrition bc food in japan has kinda always been hard until modern day, except for seafood, and even now things like fruits are still extremely expensive compared to what many ppl are used to.

btw this also corresponds to smaller feet sizes even in grown adults so bear that in mind as well. women's shoes in like size 10+ are not going to be easy to find 😂

anyway i word vomited but thats bc ive been told too many times that we're not that different in a misguided attempt to fight racism. uh, no, we're pretty physically different, it's pretty obvious, just don't give us crap about it and help us navigate a world built by white ppl (esp in the west) k thx 👌

A compilation of stuff I know about drawing Asian faces and Asian culture! I feel like many “How-To-Draw” tutorials often default to European faces and are not really helpful when drawing people of other races. So I thought I’d put this together in case anyone is interested! Feel free to share this guide and shoot me questions if you have any! I’m by no means an expert, I just know a few things from drawing experience and from my own cultural background.