#except she is the MOST photogenic

[electric-plants]

oh also i did a lil teapot photoshoot with her in honor of FINALLY getting her max ascension

[foldingfittedsheets]

Tumblr decided today I should see some Korben and he is so relatable. So beautiful. Loved that kitty. Could we get more of him please?

He really loves nipples. He really loves Leeloo but she’s pretty wary of him with good reason. He almost never picks a normal way to lay down. One time he peed on himself while high.

He’s like the most photogenic cat I’ve ever had except once.

Also he likes to be social.

[melanieph321]

You and Jude met a few days before going to SGP for international duty in a club or something.

You guys click right away and there’s so much chemistry and you end up spending the whoooooole night together, you have breakfast in bed the morning after and off he goes to SGP. You start texting and there’s more attraction between you two and he keep saying that he can’t stop thinking about you and it’s the same for you.

He invites you to the first friendly with Brazil and you don’t know if it’s appropriate going as families and partners will be there and ofc his parents.

You end up going and he introduces you as his friend but most of the guys know each one of his friends and they had never heard of you so they know there’s more, same for his parents as they catch you talking deep and they notice his soft look for you.

This is so good! 😭

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS (DAY 4)

Jude Bellingham x Reader - Capture Me Part 1/2

Part 2

Enjoy!

You had always been passionate about photography, and as a photography student, you were always on the lookout for opportunities to hone your skills and earn some extra money. So when your teacher asked you to help her out with a shoot, you did not hesitate to take the job. However, when she gave you the adress to where the shoot would be happening, you had to read the text message twice, one time out loud,  just to make sure that you hadn't gotten it wrong.

"Wembley Stadium?" You frowned. "What the fuck am I doing at Wembley Stadium?"

Turns out that your teacher had a life outside of teaching university kids how to adjust their lenses. Apparently she owned her own model agency that specialized in Sports photography, hence today's job - shooting England's national men's football team ahead of their fixture against Brazil.

You were a bit nervous at first. You had never photographed for a sporting event before. Thankfully your teacher put you on portrait duty whilst she took care of capturing the players in action. It turned out to be a really fun shoot. One of the best gigs you've ever gotten. The football players were a fun and energetic bunch, and they were eager to show off their skills and personalities to your camera. Some of them were constantly moving around, striking poses even though you didn't ask them to. It was helpful at times but not always.

Despite the chaos, the football players were incredibly friendly and curious about you and your job. You found yourself laughing and joking with the players, all of them except for one.

"Is this gonna take all day, or what?" Said Jude Bellingham. He was called in to stand behind your camera but seemed a bit on the edge to.

"Just chill out, Jude, she'll just be a minute." Said one of his teamsmates, telling him off. Jude took it as a joke, though. "Yeah, but you lot get to go to lunch already whilst I'm still stuck here."

You had just gotten to readjusting the lighting but was immediately struck by his confidence and charisma. However, you were determined to focus on your work rather than letting his cocky demeanor distract you.

You snapped a shot.

"Hey?"

Jude had his eyes closed in that one so you snapped another shot.

"Hey, I wasn't ready."

You snapped another shot. And another.

"For fuck sakes...Now I know you're joking with me."

You ignored him, eyes narrowed at your laptop screen.

"Fascinating." You muttered.

Jude frowned.  "What is?" 

Looking at your computer screen you couldn't help but notice the way the light reflected off his muscles and the way Judes smile lit up his entire face.

"Is something wrong?"

You looked up. Jude was looking at you with a bit of concern in his eyes. Heat rose to your face. "No. Of course not."

"Oh. Okay." He nodded. "So am I done?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. It's just..." You were blushing now. Blushing like a fool. "I meant to say that you are really photogenic."

"And what does that mean. That I'm hot?"

"No, and yes." You laughed, avoiding snorting like a pig. "I guess you can say that you're photos are good looking, but it's more about the fact that you are totally made to be behind the camera." You said, cringing internally.

"Aren't you the one behind the camera?" Jude smirked.

You shook your head. A sign to hold back on the compliments towards a guy who probably gets them everyday.

"But you are." He said, still with his eyes curiously checking you out.

"I am what?"

"Technically you are the one behind the camera not me."

You sighed. "Yes, maybe I am."

He smiled, having proven his point.

It was a sweet moment. A brief moment that you share with Jude, where the two of you were shyly glancing at each other, not really saying anything. Nevertheless, the shoot continued with Jude posing behind the camera, showing of the men's football kit for this year.

Despite his initial arrogance, Jude turned out to be a lot of fun to work with, and you found yourself enjoying the shoot more than you expected. Perhaps that's what led you to take up his offer when he asked....

"So are you having lunch with us or...?"

"Um...I don't know?" You said, not sure if your teacher mentioned that lunch would be included today.

"Come on." Jude waved. "I'm sure the guys can spare you a sausage."

"Thanks Jude, that's really sweet of you." But you had yet packed away all of your photography tools. They were supposed to be loaded onto your teachers van and taken back to her agency. "I don't think I'm gonna make it to lunch, I still have a job to do."

"Okay." He said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door frame. "If not lunch, how about dinner?"

"Pardon?"

He smiled at your reaction. "I'm asking you to dinner. Are you free tonight?"

You frowned. "Do you even know my name?"

"Do I have to?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Fine." He sighed. "I'm Jude Bellingham, what's your name?" He offered you a hand.

You took it and shook it firmly. "It's Y/N."

His eyes widened in suprise, a slight twitch in the corner of his lips. "Hello Y/N, are you free to go out to dinner with me tonight?"

"No."

"Oh, come on."

You laughed. "Fine. But nothing fancy."

"Why not?" He frowned.

"Why not? Don't people follow you with cameras everywhere you go? I don't want to be a part of that."

"Too bad." He shrugged. "I've been told that that I'm very photogenic."

"Shut up." You laughed and shoved him out of the room, shouting: "I'll leave my number with the people at the ticket outlet!"

"Alright, talk to you later Y/N."

"Bye, Jude."

Part 2

[inesbaby21]

Hello how do you feel about writing fluffy headcannons about Ashlynn Shade.

I literally love Ashlynn! soooo 1000% (i also have a picture of her framed on my dresser but ntm ..)

ASHLYNN SHADE FLUFFY HCS !!

Sweetest Gf ever I swear!

Always offering to carry things for you/Buy you lunch/dinner whenever you two go out!

Her end goal is to make sure you feel loved, and she does that with gift giving, lotsssss of quality time, study dates etc

Ashlynn and Photographer!Reader is sending my head in spiralssss

Social Media manger! Gf who has the best pregame/Post game pictures of Ashlynn and the girls!

She's giving me big spoon vibes- with the exception of a bad game, and she just needs a little extra love 💕

Like actually the most photogenic couple EVER.

Definitely having to teach her tiktok dances tho .. baby has nooo rhythm.

I'm also seeing Photographer!Reader with a thickkk southern accent ! Idk Ashlynn just looks like she could decode the accent well :)

Definitely meeting Ashlynn's Family/ and she's wayyyy more nervous than you

She's so clingyyyy- but not in an annoying way she just wants to live in your skin! and honestly it's vise versa!!

Definitely had to convince you that country music was actually goooood .. but thats bae so you can see it through !

Loves, Loves, Loves when you do her makeup! Even if it's something simple she loves it!!

Shes so sun-kissed I can't get over that- definitely going on morning runs/ workouts together bc she wants to share something she loves with you

Shared playlist/sharing airpods on team bus rides to away games

Definitely gets the other option you were stuck on food wise- so you two can try both (she always ends up liking what you got more)

Most smiley couple EVER. Now you two definitely do argue- but neither of you ever walk away/ let the other go to bed angry

Very cry baby couple during arguments- she says something a little off, so now you're crying and now she's crying because she feels super bad :(

Definitely matching outfits on game days/ just in general baby lovessss to match

A/N okok guysss this was VERY short- and on the spot .. buttt im getting some more requests out asap!! i love you guysss- and im spending allll weekend catching up writing wise bc band camp has been literally kicking my ass in 20 different directions.. and i use writing to get through thattt so please DO expect some more work in the upcoming hours/days :)

[kat-of-seventy-seven-roses]

Homestuck Mythical Creature au / Cryptid Au

Very tempted to make an ask blop :p need to see if anyones inch rested

thought processes under the cut (bc some choices are wild)

Johns a pooka, an irish fae trickster who shapeshifts into animals. his favorite form is the bunny. john and jane are both fae, so their pranks range from harmless to mentally scaring to life altering. absolute chaos grimlins. dirk is also an irish myth, so he knows them well and is often trying to get them to not ruin the local population of humans. so they do pranks on him insted. john loves to steal dirks head and hide it places.

rose speaks to the eldritch horrors and is slowly becoming one herself. she wants to become a litch.

Dave is a harpy! a very chill one who doesn't tend to sing with his full chest, so people dont start crashing into his doorstep. dave dies in some magic accident that caused davesprite to rise up from the ashes. but dave harpy is ALSO fine no ones really sure how. may have been roses doing.

Jade is a werewolf obv. but shes also a witch and has formed a coven with rose and roxy.

Jane is ur avrage fae faerie/sprite. her favorite fae rule to get people to break is "dont eat their food."

Roxy is both a cat who is also a wizard i need not elaborate

Dirk is a headless horseman. not to be confused with THE headless horse man. thats another dullhan with a well paying halloween gig. dirk is often subject to losing his head, so he made a magic pumpkin to pilot the body when this happens. he does have a very large and scary but beautiful horse.

Jake is the bigfoot. and one of the most well hunted (and well travled) cryptids. thus, his friends often make jokes of not ever seeing him except in blurry images. its not his fault hes very large and loves to travel! and is also not very photogenic...

Aradia is a monthra!!! however she made a deal with a devil and became a ghost... not sure WHY yet or why it kills her. but it does. its all in her plan or smth, but that doesnt stop sollux from being very upset that hes the one that has to take and keep her soul. she is reserected later by the coven, still soulless but it doesnt matter bc her soul is in good hands and thus she still feels it. shes much happier now.

Tavros is a minotar self explanatory he is a small minotar, tho. a mini minotar if u will.

Sollux is ur run of the mill soul for potato chip demon. an excuse to give him twin tails and horns. him an kitkat gave me the most trouble! but then i went with a solkat devil angel motifi and im kinda attached t9 it now. even if its sorta a cop out. i simply couldnt find twin creatures that werent gods or children of gods. nor any crab creatures...

Karkat is an angel. he WAS human notably he was human for awhile even good friends with kanaya before he died. he never found love but helped so many with theres that he became an angel that was a lot like cupid. thus he was a small angel incharge of match making and also likened to a baby and hes very much NOT happy about this. it pisses him off, solluxs often gives him a hard time. about it. (extra angst is that kitkats also really fucked up about never knowing what love felt like but having to give it to others. and he has it in his head that that means he never will know, bc no ones matchmaking the matchmaker. but theres a song he hears everyonece anwhile by a stray harpy that makes him feel a lot lighter.)

Nepeta is my go to cat creature a nekomata. a two tailed cat yokai.

Kanaya is a vampire. obviously.

Terezi is a dragon! still blind! still licks. but can now transform and has wings, very scary. shes basiclly just her lusus lmao.

Vriska is a spider lady. i have arachne here bc its similar, but shes not arachne the myth proper. shes just a spider with the top part of a woman at the head. A Jorogumo a spider lady yokai and is basically actually what im picturing.

Equius is a centar and fuck if i ever have to draw him....

Gamzee is a clowwwn, just a clown, just a silly lil guy. What do you MEAN clowns arnt mythical creatures??? what do u mean u saw him under ur bed when you were a child? u must be mistaken. as a nod to ICPs boogieman. when gamzee is not high as a kite and is just a clown, he is one of the most terrifying and unkillable creatures known to children kind.

Eridan is a selkie. basiclly a mermaid but part seal. personally, I'd like to make him part seahorse. but not in the hippocampus way. i chose this bc he can shapeshift, thus he pretends to be a high elf sorcerer, yes he does get dunked on about this.

And finally, Feferi is a siren! who happens to be able to become very VERY **VERY** BIG. she doesnt lure people to drown them but she DOES love to keep live captives in cages :)

[siconetribal]

Put It On My Tab: Chapter 10

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag:

@vbecker10 @wordsfromthemoon @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali

Warning:

Banter, Fluff, Wit, Book-nerdiness, and more floof

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, please check the master list for the previous chapters!

Jason watched her turn her mug in circles, press a napkin to make it smooth, and shift her plate as if to find the perfect lighting to make her pastry most photogenic. One half of her lower lip was imprisoned by her teeth, the other half jutting out to the side. It was not hard for him to conclude that she was nervous, which made him curious. What does she have to say about what Cici said? How serious could it be? Maybe she’s embarrassed about the bill? Wait, if she brings it up I can insist on paying!

“So ,” Y/N finally spoke up after what felt like hours of silence. “I have been in a dicey situation because of the Joker and his gang of clowns. Wrong time, wrong place, sorta deal.” She paused again, but shorter this time. “I have been hit by his Joker Venom, but I was treated in time. It was a gas and it wasn’t one of the more lethal variants or long enough exposure to be permanently disabling. It’s…not something I talk about either. Cici wasn't trying to lie or cause trouble the day you came in. She was trying to help me out, because I recognized you.”

Great , she recognized me right away and I was just chasing 1’s and 0’s in a useless IP address! His lips scrunched to the side as he slouched in his seat, his pride was thoroughly bruised. 

“Don't pout, I was having a bad day, well week, and she was just trying to help me jot deal with another thing, and ended up blurting that out. So no, I’m not some lunatic because of it and yes, I’m perfectly normal, because who isn’t a little traumatized when living in Gotham City, right?”

“I would say ‘or insanely rich’, but they tend to be the actual targets and commoners like myself end up in the crosshairs.” She hesitantly added, seeing no flare of anger or annoyance, she sat up and took a bite of her flaky pastry of choice. 

“Are you sure ‘perfectly normal’ is the best term for you?” He grumbled. “You recognized me and did your damndest to be unrecognizable, why? You even got your friend in on it and made me think you're someone,” his voice steadily grew louder and his tone harsher as he sat up straight while she steadily shrank back into her seat, ducking her head to avoid looking at him. Shit , not what I wanted to do! “ Forget it , who am I to get pissed at a little white lie? I’m no stranger to bad days either.” Like being held hostage and left for dead by the Joker. He quickly deflated back in his seat. His foot lightly nudged against hers, making her jump and look up. “I also think anyone who isn't traumatized living here is either off their rocker or they've only just moved in.” His gaze softened as he smiled, coaxing her to relax with him again.

“Being rich comes with its own style of batshit crazy.” He rolled his eyes. Like throwing cash around for giant galas to make yourselves feel better about ‘charity’ which will obviously attract all the other criminals in Gotham. The only difference between them is that one group is considered legal.

 “Speaking of rich, you’re a Wayne, right?” Jason’s eyebrows shot up quickly before crashing down and furrowing together. “Cici told me, I was helping her with the drinks that day and she told me to not call it.” She quickly explained. “But that aside, what do I call you? Little Lordling? Littler Wayne? Wayne Jr the second? Wayne 3.0? There are a bunch of you, right? You're the second one, I suppose you'd be Wayne 2, or are you 3 because Bruce Wayne would be 1?” She thought aloud, watching his left eye twitch with each nickname she came up with. It was still oh so satisfying to see.

“Yes, I am an adopted son of Bruce Wayne and no , you can’t call me any of those.” His voice shook as his smile became a little strained, a little bit of a grumble in the undertones.

“Aww, not even ‘Little Lordling’? I thought that one would’ve won.” She pouted. The way her lower lip puffed and pushed out was adorable, but Jason needed to be strong. There's no way he was going to let anyone call him that. It would be the end of him if any of the other Bats heard of this. “So what do I call you by, oh nameless capeless savior?”

“How about you just call me by my name? Which you could’ve just asked me for instead of doing all this.” He rolled his left hand in the air as he gestured to the oddity that was this conversation

“It is absotively posolutely rude to demand such information! To ask without offering something of equal value is simply barbaric!” She scoffed and he snorted while trying to stop himself from choking on his drink. “Also, where's the fun in that? Now you'll remember me the next time you see me, you won't be so thrown off.” The smug grin on her face was frustratingly adorable and pleasantly annoying, he was not sure if he wanted to wipe it off her face or give her something else to gloat about. 

“And charging someone for asking questions is not memorable enough?” One of his eyebrows rose up in question. “I feel like we’re well past dinner and a movie first.”

“Who says that's my cup of tea? Maybe I'm a video games and books kind of gal?” She raised an eyebrow of her own in challenge to him.

Damn, games and books? “Well you’re in luck. I’m a bit of both myself.” He smirked. 

Oh that is cheating! You can't go looking like this, be a Wayne, and be into those! I’m trying to ask you for 4k, not a wedding ring! Her eyes narrowed as she leaned in closer. “There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”

“‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen, not bad.” Jason took a bite of his sandwich. Not bad, not bad. “There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm,” he calmly replied.

“‘The Song of the Lark’, huh, ‘a bit’ is what you said, right?” Y/N sat back. “Consider me impressed again, Wonder Boy.”

“Quit calling me that,” he grumbled as his eye twitched.

“I have nothing else to call you.”

“Then call me by name.”

“I don't have your name.”

“You could ask.”

“That’d be rude, of course. We haven’t properly met.” She smirked.

“And how do we properly meet?” He leaned forward, resting an elbow on the table.

“Dinner and a good book.”

“Are you asking or telling?”

“That depends, do you prefer me to ask or tell?” She leaned in closer as well.

“Doesn’t matter to me, so long as you say yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” he grinned. “I guess it’s settled then. Now all I need is your number.”

“Wait, what? My number?” She sat back a little in surprise.

“Yes, your number, how else am I going to get in touch with you?” He extended a hand towards her and she, still confused at what just happened, robotically handed over said device, the screen unlocked. He quickly sent himself a text through her phone and saved his number in hers. “Thanks, sweetheart, I’ll be sending you the details later. On that note, I gotta run. See ya,” he winked and finished his drink before heading out, Y/N sitting there mouth agape and utterly confused. The bell chimed again before she could even process any of it as she quickly cleaned up and got behind the counter once more, the rev of a motorcycle fading into the distance.

[authoruio]

“You're looking for a photographer? Well! The person you're looking for is right in front of you!”

Technical Information

Full Name: Rosemi Rei Columbina

Other names: Miss Photographer, Reijay, Rosee (Felicitas), Rei-Rei, Romi (Verin Columbina), Dove (Victoria Shard), Semi (Elaine Nightingale), Forehead of the month™ (Camilla Marigold), Bribing Witch (Azul Ashengrotto), Dame Photo/ Lady Photo (Rook)

Age: 18 Birthday: June 12 (Gemini)

Dorm: Pomefiore Year: 2nd Year

Height: 177cm

Relatives: Unnamed mother, unnamed father, Verin Lei Columbina (older brother)

Hometown: Shaftlands

Favorite Food: Lasagna

Least Favorite Food: Fish

Gender: Female (She/her) Sexuality: Bisexual (leaning to girls)

Species: Human

Club: Film Studies (former) Board games (?) Photography

Best Subject: Arts, Magic Analysis

Hobby: Taking pictures, making journals, filming, collecting blackmail

Likes: Photogenic, Fashion, Model Magazines, gossips

Dislikes: Blurry pictures, Brute Forcing problems

Talent: Persuasion and Management

Personality:

An energetic, enigmatic lady who loves appreciating beauty. She loves capturing beautiful sceneries and moments and holds them for herself as a keepsake. Be careful though, she might use those pictures as blackmail material.

The blackmail she has the most is for Vil and Azul. But Rosemi and Azul have a contract therefore Rosemi cannot blackmail Azul as long he doesn't terminate that said contract.

Rosemi is engrossed in collecting anything that can be used against anyone. It's her leverage against people and she does not want to be seen as just nobody.

She is quite a curious photographer who wants nothing but beauty to be captured. Though, she is well known as the Photographer of Vil (as she is always forced to take his picture).

Rosemi is willing to use anything to keep an upper hand and she enjoys the spotlight. She will never be willing to change her perspective until she sees the changes herself.

Character development happens in Pomefiore Arc

Unique Magic: Panorama

“The world is a canvas, I see it all in a Panorama.” Illusion. Can change the parameters of scenery as she wishes, and what she perceives in their imagination and eyes is true to the real world.

–Additional Info!–

Rosemi and her brother aren't on good terms. They mostly ignore each other.

Rosemi loves lounging in the Iginhyde's dorm, either bugging her friend Azrail with photos she has collected for the day or terrorizing Idia to fix her camera every time it breaks.

She would swoon at the mere sight of perfection. (Exception: Vil, she had enough of his face /hsrs)

Has either threatened or blackmailed anyone who has offended her. Specifically Azul.

Rosemi can't dance.

She has some sort of blackmail for everyone. Maybe not the ones she likes, but there's a kindling feeling that Rosemi mayhaps have a blackmail ready to be presented if things go awry.

Rosemi has ears everywhere, so no gossip is unheard. She loves to hear gossip and share gossip, after all, gossip is the faster news that can arrive.

[blocked-zombieartist]

Hawthornes and Vogue

Here’s the surprise I mentioned earlier, loves! I took inspiration from a comment chain about if this very scenario happened with the TIG characters, so I can’t take credit for the scenario. But I hope you enjoy!

  Avery was sitting at her desk in her office at Hawthorne House, reviewing reports from different sectors of the Hawthorne Foundation and the Hannah the Same Backwards or Forwards Foundation. Suddenly, her best friend, Maxine rushed in, looking particularly pleased with herself about something. She held something behind her back.

  “You will never guess in a million faxing years what I’ve found.” Max grinned deviously.

  Avery put her paperwork to the side. “What did you find?”She leaned to try to see what her best friend had. Max tossed a stack of four magazines on the desk with a dramatic flourish.

  “Ever read Vogue?” She asked with a smirk. Upon inspection, the top magazine was indeed an edition of Vogue. On the front was a picture of none other than Xander, clad in a messier version of the Country Heights uniform. Hair styled to a messy perfection, shirt cuffs unbuttoned, the works. Avery chuckled and looked up at Max. 

  “Is this real?” Avery thumbed through the first magazine. Among the other featured people and columns, there was an entire section full of pictures of Xander. Avery’s eyebrow was raised and her mouth hung open with a surprised smile. “I cannot believe this,” she chuckled. An entire feature in THE Vogue, all on Xander, and full of the most Vogue-like photos of him. An entire photo shoot was here.

  Max grabbed that magazine finally. “You know I’m keeping this bad boy.” Avery chuckled, then looked at the next one. Another Vogue. And on its cover was…

  “Nash?!?” Avery keeled over laughing in her office chair, and Max joined. The cover of this one boasted a typical “sexy cowboy” look on good old Nash. Cowboy hat, black(and somewhat sparkly) jeans with an undone belt buckle, and a flannel shirt, unbuttoned completely. They paged through this one laughing at each new photo. While all the brothers had always been photogenic, and while Nash was no exception, it was hilarious to see that their resident easygoing, brotherly cowboy had even agreed to such a thing. “Lib’s gonna adored this,” Avery said while wiping a tear from her eye from laughing so hard. 

   “There’s more. You’ll have a particular fondness for this next one,” Max said as she gently elbowed Avery. The third Vogue magazine showed a photo of Jameson on the front, clad in tight white pants, classy shoes, a silver chain, and a leather jacket hanging open, no shirt. A typical trait for Jamie, but eye catching nonetheless. Avery took a little more time to thumb through this one, both her and Max occasionally chuckling at how at home he seemed flaunting in front of the camera.

  “Crazy boy,” she muttered. Before putting g this one to the side to reveal the final magazine, she looked up at Max with a look that barely suppressed amusement. “If this next one is Grayson, I’m gonna lose my mind.” Max only stifled a smirk and a laugh before nodding for her to look. Avery put the magazine featuring Jameson to the side, revealing the subject of the final edition.

  The cover boasted a set of neutral colors and shades. A pure white upholstered chair of to the side, a cherrywood side table next to it, grey colors in the background. And in the center, the featured “distinguished person” of the special edition, clad in black shoes, pressed black dress pants and a classy matching belt and turtleneck… was Grayson Hawthorne himself. He looked more classy in this picture than most of his brothers’ photos had been, but he appeared just as comfortable showing off for a camera as Jameson had, just with more subtlety. A peek into the magazine’s pages showed that whoever had been in charge of the photoshoot and wardrobe had been quite insistent however.

  Among the distinguished photos of Grayson, there were also some that had less restraint and modesty. One had Grayson lounging over the aforementioned chair, eyes closed, head lolled back, in a different pair of dress pants, now brown, and an open suit jacket without its shirt. Other photos featured this outfit in other poses, showing him off. Knowing him, Grayson must’ve hated this part of the shoot, but you’d never notice by looking at the pictures. He might have disliked the affair, but anyone could tell that he absolutely knew the power he held through the lens and had no qualms with wielding it.

  The two girls had a high time thumbing through the photos, laughing at the fact that these even existed, as well as fawning a little over some of the ones of their own respective boyfriends. Libby later got the magazine that contained Nash’s photoshoot, which she gladly took as well.

Well, what did you think? Maybe a part two where they confront the boys about this? Let me know!

[modern-gremlin]

#GremIs27 Happy birthday !! I love the idea of this event so much 🖤

My question is for Haley: amongst Pelican Town citizens, who would you say is the most photogenic / you like to portray the most? Thank youuu

₊˚⊹♡ Grem Turns 27 ₊˚⊹♡ — #7

"Most photogenic? Leah. For sure." Me: Leah, huh? Why's that?

"Hm?" (Internally: Give any reason except the fact that she's hot)

"Her... house. Yeah. Her house... It's got a good backdrop..."

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ANON! I'm so sorry this is so late but I am back (:< I think I saw somewhere that you're a Haleah believer and in my mind, REAL AND TRUE.

In my mind, Redhead Supernova by @writing-for-soup (shameless friend fic plug, please read if you like gay smut because i scremt so many times reading it) is canon. Heheh. Thank you for sending in the submission and I hope ya enjoy! <3

[askthehcc]

Jimmy! Favorite person to photograph?

Similar (but different!) question: most photogenic person?

And one more: what’s your favorite photo you ever took?

Jimmy: Oh wow, what a good question.

Jimmy: But also a tricky one...

Jimmy: Honestly, up until a couple of months ago I probably would've said Scott is my favourite person to photograph.

Jimmy: I mean, he's absolutely gorgeous, of course, and he'd always give me these little... you know... looks?

Jimmy: I can't think of how to describe them but like he'd look at me like he was fed up of me taking pictures of him but also like he really liked it and didn't wanna give it away too much.

Jimmy: He'd be like half smiling but also kind of lifting an eyebrow?

Jimmy: But I guess I won't get to take that many of him anymore...

Jimmy: Hm.

Jimmy: Anyway.

Jimmy: Most photogenic has got to be Lizzie, right?

Jimmy: Her skin just kind of captures light so well and her eyes always kind of pop, even before I've done any touch ups.

Jimmy: Like, obviously I'm a little biased considering she's one of my best friends, but I always told her she should do modelling at some point.

Jimmy: Alas, eh?

Jimmy: The animals won out.

Jimmy: A vet she will be.

Jimmy: Eventually, anyway.

Jimmy: Anyway, my favourite photo... I think it's gotta be one from Lizzie and Joel's wedding.

Jimmy: Everyone else had gone home and it was just the eight of us sitting outside the hotel in the garden under the fairy lights, me, Lizzie, Joel, Scott, B, Martyn, Pearl, and Mumbo.

Jimmy: Everyone looks so young in it now, but Pearl was basically sitting on B's lap with her head on his, Mumbo is relaxed back in his chair with his legs out and his arms folded, Martyn's basically the same. Scott is sharing a bench with Lizzie tucked into his side and she's looking at Joel with like

Jimmy: like her eyes contain the most affection I've ever seen captured on film ever

Jimmy: And Joel's on the other side of the table, holding a drink loosely in his hand like he hasn't got a care in the world except for her with half a mind of the people around him

Jimmy: and the attention of the photo is just absolutely on the way these two are looking at each other and it's just

Jimmy: it's incredible

Jimmy: So yeah

Jimmy: sorry I went off a bit on that one but uh

Jimmy: I hope my answers were good for you!

[mostofthingsmostofthetime]

I finished the second episode of Heartstopper last night (wanted to post about it yesterday, but I was too tired from work), so here are some of my thoughts in no particular order for you now.

Good on Nick for checking up on Charlie after what happened. I found it odd, though, that he seemed more emotional about it than Charlie, but I guess they're in two very different places, mentally. One being 'why do I seem to like this guy way more than my other friends?' & the other being 'omg stop being so nice to me, your straight!' lol. Plus, I get that everyone deals with stuff in their own way & poor Charlie is probably so used to being mistreated that he might just be repressing the full weight of how his feeling as a copeing mechanism. It was also probably very cathartic to finally tell someone everything that happened between him & Ben (as I'm guessing he kept most if not all of it a secret from his friends & sister).

WE FINALLY MEET NELLIE!!!! And she is as cute as I'd hoped (though for some reason I expected her to be a different colour).

Sorry, Charlie, but Tori's right. Your hair looks exactly the same. Also, love that they kept the gag from the novel about her scaring him with her, always showing up suddenly without warning.

Nice to see that the outfits are on point for our boys so far with the plaid/black jeans (trying to impress someone, I see Charlie) & T-shirt/joggers (also what product is Miss Nelson using coz Nick's tops look soft as hell).

Wait, what season is it supposed to be because it looked really sunny when Charlie was walking to Nick's house (I know he was wearing a coat & hat but Charlie is always cold) but then suddenly it's snowing? Idk when Alice first came up with this story, but as a Brit, I haven't seen proper full on Snow since I was probably around eight years old. But hey, maybe in the Heartstopper universe, global warming doesn't exist.

I don’t care what anyone says, I will never get the fun of a snowball fight. If I go somewhere with a friend & they start throwing stuff at me, I'm leaving! Also, picking it up with your bare hands? One, it's been on the ground 🤢, and two, where are your gloves? Do you not feel the cold? Snow angles do look fun until I think about how my entire behind would be frozen/damp. Sorry if that makes me a "stick in the mud", I don't care 😝.

Damn, that is one photogenic dog & and aww, they already look like a couple. Also, give it up for Nick's freckles, the real star of the show 👏.

Omg, being in the same group as someone you hate must be so hard, but I get why Nick can't really say anything about what Ben did, at least not right now. Also, what is up with that Imogen girl? Mind your damn business.

I think it's good we get to see Elle longing for a bond with other girls that she just can't get from her male friend group. Makes her transition feel more fleshed out (for lack of a better word), you know?

Yay, we finally meet Tara & Darcy & they're exactly how I thought they'd be (except I imagined Darcy with brown hair for some reason). Ooh I didn't know Elle was artistic. I wanna decorate pencil cases now. Tara's pink puffa coat is so cute. What is up with adults dictating how long kids' hair can be? Like who gives a fuck! Also "gal pals" had me 😆.

Oh, thank god, it's just misinformation. For a second, I thought Tao was making shit up just to make Charlie get over his crush. Are kids really like that, though? I can't imagine kissing someone once & having people insist, I'm madly in love with them to this day, like move on already.

Ok, I officially really like the gay teacher, lol.

Love Charlie's sweater & Nick's coats are also very nice. Where are these kids getting their clothes? Coz I'm embarrassed by most of the stuff I wore as a teenager.

The big hoodie moment should be cute, but I just can't help thinking about how skinny Charlie is, which makes me ☹️.

Ok, so I didn't care much for the leaf animation in the first episode, but omg, the little fire crackles when Nick was trying to hold Charlie's hand? Screaming, crying, throwing up!!!!!!! & the hug before he left? Fucking crops watered for life, bitch!

Was digging Elle's outfit, very 70's vibes.

Ah, so their "secret" is out. Also obligatory: 🗣 LET'S GO LESBIANS LET'S GO 🗣

Can't wait for the next episode, but I practically passed out after watching episode 2 (manual labour is hard, kids 😭), so maybe I hallucinated, but did that Imogen girl ask Nick out? I thought she was daiting Ben? Or is that a different girl?

PS. I found out Aled won't be in the show, which I accept & the only reason I haven't talked about Isaac is because he hasn't really done much yet

[specialagentlokitty]

Hannibal lector x reader - unravelled

Part 5:

You did all the research you could on the Chesapeake Ripper, and you found an author who seemed particularly interested in writing about him.

Pulling on your mask, you looked to Sam and Kyle who wore their masks as well.

“We arranged a meeting between you and this Freddie.” Sam said.

You nodded your head, looking down from the metal beam of the warehouse that you were sat on, carefully watching the door.

“How do you know she won’t double cross us?” You asked.

“It’s why we agreed to meet at the fourth ward, she will be granted safe passage in, and out.” Kyle said.

“Escorted of course, her camera will be taken off her, any recording devices as well.”

You nodded your head at Kyle, watching as the door was pushed open, and the reporter was led inside by a small group of your most elite fighters.

They stopped in the middle, and scattered around the room, and Freddie looked nervous.

“I came, just as you asked Grimm.”

“Indeed you did Freddie, now tell me, why did you agree to come into ghoul territory to give me information.”

“Maybe I want to help.”

You scoffed a little bit, jumping down from where you were hiding, standing in front of her with your hands in your pockets.

She took a few steps back, your red eye connecting with hers.

“I want information in return.”

“About what?”

“About you and your group.”

“No.”

“Fine, then this meeting this over.”

You smirked a little bit under your mask, looking at the reflection in her eyes as your kagune manifested from behind you, four blood red tendrils from your back.

They whipped back and forth a little bit, and she raised her hands.

“Please…” she whispered.

You circled her, eyeing her up and down as she trembled where she stood.

“I don’t usually make it a habit of killing people that aren’t part of the CCG, but I suppose I could make an exception for your Freddie.”

You stopped in front of her, raising your hand and she flinched back.

With a finger you gesturing slowly for her to kneel down, and she slowly did, and you lowered your hand once again.

You knelt down, resting your arms on your knees.

“I want you to tell me everything you know about the Chesapeake ripper. I don’t want names, or whom you think it is, just hard facts. You have inside knowledge, and I want it.”

Freddie slowly nodded her head.

She could bargain with people for what she wanted, but ghouls? She wasn’t willing to take that chance, whatever you wanted you got.

She told you everything she knew about the ripper, only the facts, nothing else, she did give you names of those on the cases, and who was investigating it.

You listened carefully, moving your kagune to her throat, and she took a deep breath.

“Thank you for your cooperation.”

You released your kagune and stood up, holding your hand out to her and she cautiously took in so she could stand up.

Once she was up, you let her go, holding your hand out, and Kyle walked over, handing you her camera.

You took a photo of her, and hummed a little as it.

“Very photogenic, it would be a waste for this face to be turned into my next meal.”

You flicked your gaze to her.

“You keep feeding me information, I’ll keep you alive.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m curious about what is going to happen, and I want information about whoever this man is you see. Contrary to what you’ve been writing he is not one of us, I can tell you that for a fact.”

She slowly nodded her head.

“So you’re saying the FBI is wrong? It is just a human?”

“Yes, because this city belongs to me, which means that I know this is not one of my people, whoever it was has been elsewhere.”

She nodded her head.

“So, I can either be your strongest protector or your nightmarish enemy, and your death won’t be a slow one. Your choice.”

“What are your rules?”

“What makes you think there’s rules?”

Freddie glanced around before looking back at you.

“The CCG say you like to play games, so I assume this is one of your games right? If I play along I’m safe, if I don’t you’ll come after me when I least expecting it.”

“Smart woman, yes. My rules are you’re not to reveal anything about us, you’re not to take and post photos of any of our wards or enter without my explicit consent, you tell me everything about the ripper you find out, you act as my inside source for both the FBI and the CCG, as a reporter you can get information from them both.”

“Deal.”

You held out your hand and she shook it, then you pulled your hand back.

“Play it smart Freddie, because I’ll be watching you.”

With that, you handed her camera back to her and walked away, making your way back outside.

You pulled your phone from your pocky, seeing you had a few missed messages from Will, and one from Hannibal saying to message Will back.

Kyle and Sam stood next to you as you watched Freddie being escorted away.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Kyle asked.

“She’ll know better than to betray us, and she is merely just bait.”

“Bait?” Sam asked.

“If the ripper finds out she works for us, I assume it won’t be long before he tries to contact us. And it will be an advantage having another inside source.”

They both nodded their heads, watching as you walked away from them, heading over to a few of the ghouls who were eying the reporter.

“She’s to be left alone.”

“We could just kill her and be done with it.” Someone scoffed.

“You’ll leave her be.”

“Are you going soft on the humans?”

You walked over, grabbing the ghoul by the back of his head and you slammed his face down on your knee, then you brought his arm behind his back and pulled it under you heard a few cracks.

He screamed in pain.

Placing your boot on his back, you shoved him to the ground, stomping on his head a few times for good measure.

“I don’t like the tone you take. You’re rather rude.”

You moved away, and grabbed his hair so you could lift him up to connect eyes with him.

“I don’t like people like you, do you want to know what I do to them…?” You whispered.

“I’m sorry…”

You smirked a little, a mad gleam in your eye as you hauled him to his feet.

“I forgive you.”

He let out a relieved sigh as you began to walk away, but you stopped a few feet away.

“I don’t want people to think I’ve gone soft though.”

Your kagune snapped out, going straight through his stomach, blood splattering the floor, and you pulled it out, casting a look back at him.

“Oops.”

You carried on walking, kagune retreating away, and you smirked, as you made your way back into human territory, hiding your mask in your jacket.

“That wasn’t necessary.” Sam sighed.

“I don’t want them to think I’m weak now so I?”

“You didn’t have to put a hole through his gut.”

“Come on man, it was a little funny.” Kyle smirked.

“You’re just legally insane.” Sam said.

You heard the sound of someone being punched, then the sound of someone hitting the ground and you turned around.

You blinked a few times, looking at Kyle sat on the floor huffing and Sam who was rubbing his knuckles a little.

“Absolute morons.”

You carried on walking and they jogged after you so they could follow you.

Heading back to your apartment, you changed into some new clothes and walked out of your room.

The two men sitting on the couch looked up at you as you walked over, picking up the post they had left on the table for you.

“It’s fancy looking.” Kyle said.

You opened it, sitting on the table as you looked at the very neat handwriting.

“It’s an invitation to the FBI charity ball, they throw one every year.”

“Why?” Sam asked.

You shrugged a little, setting the invitation down.

“Will you go?” Kyle asked.

You thought for a moment, and upon hearing your phone chime, you took it from your pocket to read the message.

Lector: I do hope you will consider going to the ball. I believe it will be good for you.

You hummed a little bit.

“I think I will, I’m interested to see what will happen.”

“You can’t be serious.” Sam scoffed.

You looked at him, raising a brow in question.

“Why not?”

“First you were obsessed with finding the fraud doctor who decided to make you a ghoul, now you’re obsessed with that therapist of yours.”

“I think he’s rather interesting.”

“Yeah, why’s that?”

You grabbed your laptop from the table, and you logged in, pulling up some files, and handed it to him.

“He’s been doing research on you?” Kyle asked.

“Hannibal lector is hiding something, he knows I’m hiding something too. So, it’s a race to see who finds out the others secret first.”

They both nodded, closing the laptop in order to set it aside again.

“Do you think this ball will let that happen? Or put you at risk?”

“Maybe both, who knows. I think we need to find some new suits and get ready for a ball, don’t you two?” You asked.

“I suppose we can’t let you go alone.” Sam sighed.

They were forced to go along with you as you went shopping for a new suit, something simple yet elegant enough for a ball.

Once you got them, the three of you went back home to change, and you came out, adjusting your blazer, sighing a little bit as you tossed it aside.

“You need to wear the blazer.” Sam said.

“It’s too restricting and I don’t like it.”

Sam took the blazer, walking back over and he held it out for you to put back on and you huffed a little bit.

Pulling your blazer back on, you smoothing it out and did up the buttons.

Sam nodded his head, smoothing down his and you both looked at Kyle who was struggling with his tie.

“Oh my god, it’s like having children.”

He walked over to help and you took the car keys, tossing them over to Sam.

“What’s the plan then?” Kyle asked.

“I don’t know, I’ll figure it out. Let’s go.”

You all made your way to the building, and you showed the invitation in order to get the three of you in.

Once you were inside you retreated to a corner with the pair, just watching everybody mingle and talk.

“God it’s disgusting…” Sam mumbled.

“Oh grow up.” You snapped.

He glared at you a little, and went back to watching everybody while you did the same thing.

Jack came over, smiling a little bit at you, Alana not far behind him.

“We weren’t sure if you were going to come.” Alana said softly.

“Well, I’m here. Why did you invite me?”

“Will said he refuses to come unless you came, so now we’re just waiting for him.” Jack explained.

You nodded your head.

“Can I get you three a drink or anything?” Jack offered.

“No, we’re good.” Sam said.

You saw Kyle smirking at Alana and she shyly looked away.

He looked at you asking for permission and you nodded, letting him go with her.

“Is Hannibal here yet?” You asked.

“Yes, I believe he is just over there.”

Jack pointed to the other side of the room and you followed where he pointed, seeing the slightly older man was already looking at you.

“Do you need to speak with him?”

“No. Just curious.”

Jack nodded his head, and you wondered away, making your way to the food table to pretend you were looking at it all.

You could smell Hannibal before he even approached you.

“Anything of interest?” He asked.

“No, it all looks weird and disgusting. Like seriously who orders this stuff?”

“What would you prefer to eat?”

“I don’t know, pizza?”

“That isn’t healthy (Y/N), you need a more balanced diet than pizza and coffee.”

You shrugged a little bit.

“I eat chicken nuggets too, and fries.”

“Is all you eat friend food?”

You grinned a little bit as you glanced up at Hannibal who was taking a sip from the wine glass in his hand.

“It’s easier than cooking.”

“I do worry for your health (Y/N). What if I were to cook for you, would you accept?”

“Do you cook fancy dishes with names that nobody can pronounce?”

“I prefer the finer tastes in life, yes.”

“Then nope.”

You walked over to the drinks table and looked around, trying to find something to drink but you couldn’t find anything appealing so you took a glass of water.

You turned around and looked at all the people, laughing and smiling, and you scowled a little bit.

Hannibal stood next to you and he glanced at you, you had chosen a simple all black three piece suit, and he could tell you were uncomfortable.

You had your hair in your face, eyes scanning over everybody.

“Do you not like such events?” He asked.

You turned your (E/C) eyes to him.

“No.”

Hannibal nodded his head, gesturing to the large glass doors that were open to let fresh air into the room.

“Then perhaps we can take this outside? Away from all the prying eyes.”

You nodded, following behind him, both of you heading to sit on a bench outside instead.

You let out a sigh of relief, and turned your head towards him.

“Thank you.”

Hannibal offered you a smile.

You turned away, turning your gaze to the night sky instead, and he just sat there studying you some more, his eyes focused on you like a predator eyeing his prey.

You loosened your white tie a little bit, and running a hand through your hair, messing it up even more.

“You dislike public events.” Hannibal noted.

“I dislike people I don’t know.”

“Why?”

“Because you never know what they’re thinking or planning.” You said.

He slowly nodded, turning his gaze up to the sky with you.

“You prefer to know everything?”

“I prefer to know what people are thinking. So, tell me Hannibal, what are you thinking?”

You turned to look at him.

“I am wondering why if you despise all these people did you come to this event?”

“Because sometimes we have to face what makes us uncomfortable if we want to learn more about somebody.”

“Whom might that be?”

You grinned a little, turning away from him.

“You intrigue me Hannibal Lector.”

“Is that so?”

You hummed a little.

“I intend to figure out the puzzle that is you.”

“What do you expect to find?”

“I’m not sure yet, but I know I won’t be disappointed.”

Hannibal chuckled a little bit.

“You are a mystery yourself (Y/N) (L/N).”

“Is that why you’ve been researching me?” You asked.

“I have done my homework on you yes. I suspect there is a lot more to you than what you let on.”

You took a sip of your water.

“Well then, let’s see who comes unravelled first.”

“Let the race commence.”

Hannibal set his wine glass down, standing up in front of you and he held out his hand.

“May I have this dance?”

You set your cup down, placing your hand in his.

“You May.”

You began a slow waltz, and Hannibal took this time to study you up close, the tiredness behind your eyes, the things you keep buried deep down in you.

Your hair which he thought was dyed white seemed to be naturally white.

You had a strong grip, but a careful one, as if you were trying to not actively hurt him.

You weren’t actually looking at him, you were looking at the half moon in the sky, he could see the reflection of it in your eyes.

There was a loud crash from inside, followed by a scream and you both stopped, sharing a look with one another before turning to the doorway.

“Well, that doesn’t sound good.” You said

[kingovharts]

Character Sheet: Yudai Sakaguchi

Basic Information

Full name: Sakaguchi Yudai

Nickname: Yu

Age: 25

Date of Birth: October 27th, 1998

Height: 6’1”

Birthplace: Osaka, Japan

Nationality: Japanese (He gave up his Australian citizenship when he turned 20)

Residences: Grew up in Melbourne, Australia; currently resides in the USA

Education: Degree in Economics

Languages Spoken: Japanese, English

Physical Appearance

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Dark Brown

Skin Tone: Light tanned

Notable Features: Small mole under his left eye

Build: Athletic, lean but muscular from dancing

Personality Traits

Charming: Exudes an effortless charm that draws people to him. His smile and playful demeanour make him seem approachable and fun.

Confident: Displays unshakeable confidence in most situations. This confidence can come across as smugness, but it’s part of his charm.

Playful: Loves to tease friends and acquaintances, often with a smirk that suggests he’s always in on a joke.

Loyal: Deeply loyal to friends and family, even when it causes him internal conflict.

Caring: Shows his affection through acts of service and spending quality time with loved ones.

Skills and Hobbies

Dancing: Exceptional dancer with proficiency in pop, hip-hop, formal, contemporary, and locking.

Singing: Good singer, though not as impressive as his dancing.

Photogenic: Enjoys making funny faces in photos, and prefers taking pictures with others rather than alone.

Quirks and Habits

Skipping Breakfast: Often skips breakfast, either due to a busy schedule or absent-mindedness (latter).

Lip Biting: Frequently bites his lip, a nervous habit or when he’s in a deep thought.

Background and Family

Mother Issues: His mother is emotionally unstable and obsessed with MC’s father, whom she is in love with.

Family Dynamics: His father, Hiroshi, loves his mother, but the love is unreciprocated.

[flamingskull28]

Splatoon undertale Au because I can't sleep. I will state who would be what character and why I think they would, any disagreements or comments on this are encouraged

In this Universe Humanity wasn't completely extinct and eventually came back to the surface and coexisted alongside the sea turned land creatures but eventually grew fearful of them and attacked their cities forcing them underground. The sea people ( I don't have a better name to generalize everyone) would definitely put up a better fight than the monsters didn't undertale but cephalopods weaknesses to water and Humanities probably more advanced technology would out do them. Everything basically plays out the same as undertale from there except for the fact that they're trying to use humans DNA to open giant mechanical gate the humans use to keep them underground, just go with it and the royal guard is the NSS . Until Neo 3 lands I'm the underground (which would probably be a connection or mix of the domes, Alterna and the deep-sea metro.) Is initially Guided by Craig who nicknams them neo 3, clashes with agent 3, fights pearl until they get tired, beats agent 8 who's trying to go to the surface to be a star, then fights Octavio. I'll assume determination isn't a thing here or at least not in the fourth wall breaking way of undertale, so after Neo 3 beats Octavio everyone else comes to intervene then are all captured by Callie (when she got splatted her soul instead of flying into a respawn Point flew into a flower) who.... uh wants to absorb all their ink to regain her body and gain power? but is defeated by neo with the help from the others, Callie realizes the error of her ways and uses the power she got to destroy the gate. Then everyone lives happily ever after I guess.

Agent 4 - Sans

Chill and laid back on the surface, cares deeply for those around her. Likes telling jokes and pulling pranks, is definitely underestimated by everyone. Sibling Vibes with agent 3. Would most definitely be deadly if you got on their bad side or hurt someone they care about. Has a few secrets.

Agent 3 - papyrus

Would definitely be overly dedicated to her cause and more effective than most people give her credit for. Can be a bit blinded by ambition and is desperate for approval. Goes by agent 3 to show her dedication to joining the group and forced agent four to do the same.

Pearl - undying

Could definitely be dedicated to a cause, strong and imposing despite her clear flaws.

Marina - Alphys

Smart, shy and desperate for approval all fit Marina. Is definitely hiding skeletons in her closet. Has a crush on pearl

Agent 8 - Mettaton

8 is shown to be photogenic and can definitely give off movie star vibes, especially since 8 saved the world in heels if she can do that she doesn't need stuntmen, plus they do have a good relationship with Marina

Octavio - Asgore

Old and bitter and is dedicated to revenge for the good of his people but it's shown to be willing to do the right thing, gives off gay vibes with cuttlefish too so they can be ex's

Cuttlefish - Toriel

Is shown to be caring sort of... definitely a guide of some kind and would probably not approve of Octavio's decree to destroy the remains of humanity

Callie - Chara

Has both good and evil sides, can easily be lead on the wrong path. Tbf this one's a stretch

Marie - Asrile

Could definitely be shown as caring but also open to making mistakes

Frisk - Neo 3

Would be human, basically falls down a hole into a whole new world that they have to Traverse. Plus they definitely give determined kid vibes

[plasticfangtastic]

Of The Same Poisonous Ilk. Ch. 1

A Homelander Fanfic

Author's note: this is a slow burn fic hope y'all like it, put all the tags that will be applicable to this story, already.

Sypnosis: As if God himself had decided to play a prank on him, Homelander is finally blessed with a true equal... Himself... yet not quite the same.

R18+ Violence, gore, smut, selfcest, butchlander, homewell, discussion of sexualization of minors, child abuse, femlander/ladylander, multiverse shenanigans, canon divergent but set between s2-s3 for age reasons, darkfic, 3some, bi-lander.

chapter one

A cloud of billowing dust tore through the halls, shaking the ground with the echoes of its roar, the lights flickered all across the cherry wood ceilings, Homelander stood still as his assistant covered her head after ducking behind him, spilling her coffee all over his red boots– before he could scold the bumbling idiot, he catches a glimpse of light behind the thick cloud of dust.

Inside the dust blanket was another figure crawling away from the towering stranger, chuckling madly yet stinking of fear as ‘It’ followed him, each step heavier than before cracking the floor.

The dust collapsed, Homelander finally caught a clear glimpse of the monster– covered in grime and grim, lifting its gaze, its wounded, eyes welling behind the furnace beneath, the man squirmed mostly unharmed, taking the opportunity to jump back on its heels panting as the foul smelling particles dry his tongue.

She was perfectly designed.

Watching an uncanny colored reflection staring back at him as if his presence gnawed at her flesh, in the way her brows twisted and her jaw twitched, he saw an angel…for the first time in his life he was truly speechless– and he was a master speaker.

This was cruel, a sick joke but he could never mistake the familiar light of his rage.

He stood perfectly still for a minute ogling at the strange and the carnage dressing her, then down at Ashley coffee cup as if the hypothetical spiking could be transmitted thru light fumes, Ashley shivered watching the wall collapse and crumble around that strange woman’s fist, So quick he hadn’t heard the burnt cloth draped around her back make a sound– the second figure crawled under her fist, she had missed the speedy fucker by a half a foot, she growled delivering a swift kick without patience, before the figure could muster a word its body launched straight past Homelander and Ashley, cracking his skull.

The woman freezes, her heart stops, catching herself and feeling the panic settling in, holding her breath until Homelander notes it's still breathing, jaggedly and slow but the man still hanging on.

Both figures looked at each other as relief painted itself on the stranger, a happiness that died shortly after as both figures dared looking at each other trully.

“Are we doing a pin-up?” Ashley asked meekly, her voice a whisper as she looks at the strange beauty– what the fu–

Homelander bares his fangs putting himself between the wounded stranger and the woman, lifting his hands with his most photogenic smile trying to de-escalate the situation, regardless of who this woman was– she wasn’t a lowly human, and regardless of her attire she wasn’t a crazed fangirl either. She was dangerous, and something about her made Homelander excited, he took tentative steps towards her feeling electricity in the air.

The stranger straightened herself, squeezing into her leathered glove, her stripped cape soiled and burnt, burning marks damaging the fabric on her legs– her socks more holes than anything practical.

Looking at her suit it was eerily familiar, the more he witnessed her this odd anxiety stabbed at him, the outfit seemed like a joke– thigh high socks, familiar red boots reaching her knees, the top semi-identical to his except for the exposed window to her beyond generous cleavage, the fabric unmistakably his, it material looked thick and needlessly bulletproof, the padding was perfect applied sculting her shape, her belt snuggly around her hips just a tad smaller than his own, and the leather of her gloves smelled the same, the metal eagles had a weight to them from the look of them… had the cape not been damaged it was likely to be the same length as his.

“Look at them for one more second and I’ll melt your eyes out, you cuck.”

Lifting his sight takes his breath away, two perfect red lights looking less than tenderly.

He grinned, returning the gesture.

“Try it, I don’t doubt I’m stronger than you.” She spoke with a soft american accent– What is it Johnny? James? Jim?”

“Who are you?” Homelander looks behind him counting the increasing seconds in between the decaying heartbeat– and who is that guy?”

“You. And that fucker is the reason I’m here!!” She pushes past him in a blink, smashing Homelander straight into the wall, the frame splinters around him, crashing him straight into the office behind, leaving the Supe out of breath– "I told you to take me home, Leaper!!!”

He clutches at his body, gasping, his mouth filled with a familiar yet alien ferrous taste, his mind buzzing as the stabbing ache in his stomach makes his mind go white.

By the time he lifts himself he stumbles into the hall, clinging on his body desperate to soothe the unexplained pain, the woman is holding the bleeding stranger with tears in her eyes.

“Take me home!!” She cries– I want to go home!!” Her voice is no different from a frightened child, sobbing uncontrollably as the man fails to respond– please… no more… I wanna go home” her voice cracks into a feline yowl as she begged– wake up!! Wake up!”

She cries cradling the stranger, her blonde locks falling messily into her mouth as she screams, her broken toy barely winces and gasps.

It had taken a lot of force to get the woman to separate from the stranger, even more than Homelander had ever used in his whole life to pin her down, the 89th floor was destroyed leaving half a dozen casualties and a two dozen injured from that confrontation, his hand constantly feeling the fresh scab on the side of his hair, his suit had burned and the torn, skin had finished healing leaving a dark pink and purple mark that had never once graced him before, it was as if a blind child had fingerpainted him.

The Deep and A-Train had taken the stranger dubbed ‘Leaper’ by the female, the man had been put in a chemically induced coma to help with the swelling in his brain but it would be up to god if he woke up.

Homelander had never fought anybody who returned his punches with the same force– hitting her was hitting a titanium wall he couldn’t bend and crack, as he licked his wounds, he felt a warmth brewing in his navel.

Two high ranking scientist stood in the same room with the woman, she had calmed down knowing that this Homelander was able to match her in a fight had forced her docility, inside this white dull room she played meek, not wanting to play more games with the older man– Homelander had been forced to manhandle her, forced her to comply and guard her as they hosed her down, he had kept invisible hands squeezing at her neck, her exhaustion too great to fight him any further.

The men far too giddy than Homelander and Ashley would’ve liked– but how could they not contain their excitement when this woman was living proof of the existence of parallel dimensions. 

She sat silent in this small room for hours, listening to the scientist drabble yet offering no response.

While examining her possession the first cosmic disturbance was found on her Iphone, as they seeked to charge it the security guard had noticed it had a USB-C port yet it appeared to be an authentic model– in her person they had found her dead phone, a handkerchief tucked in her boot embossed with the letters ‘J.S’ and a pair of dog tags that had been wrapped on her wrist, the name “ Col. Jon Mallory” was printed on the tags, with the words ‘Medal of Honor’ beneath.

“What’s your name?” Dr. Park asked– how old are you?” He had circled back to the first questions.

He pointed the camera at the blonde, she was a beautiful horror, her blonde hair swept behind her ear, short, limp and wet just barely past her chin in length, a vertical line stood out on her forehead just like his own, her eyes an intense shade of blue and her skin held a healthy tan— Homelander couldn’t stop staring at her and neither could she.

“Homelander… I’m 33 years old… I’m the Leader of The Seven” before Homelander could enter and accuse her of being a nutjob, Dr. Park hovered in his seat ensuring his recording equipment was still functional– I’m the Homelander of The United Republic of America… of Vought America whose headquarters are located in San Francisco, California not New York City.”

“Are you claiming to be an interdimensional traveler?” Dr. Park asked as he sat back once again.

“This is my fourth dimensional hop.” She looked down, squeezing at the thin fabric, trembling at how exposed she felt without her weighted blanket– I began this race after ‘Leaper’ one year ago… I crossed paths with him… the first time I met a version of me… Jonathan… a Vampire… that was fun” She scoffed knowing how ridiculous she sounded– I was just in a world devastated by a fucking alien invasion, where I met a version of me called Jon” Her wrist felt naked without those dog tags–

She took a deep breath looking down onto the bare table, listening to Homelander’s heartbeat.

“… but before that I encountered a human version of me named Johnny who was on some grand revenge quest Vought… against their Homelander… William'' She looked in his direction knowing that the two-way mirror was more decorative than practical– do you have a William? Wilhelmina? Victoria?”

“William” He replied quietly, earning a smile from the younger woman.

“I thought he would finally send me home… we jumped before they landed–” She rested into the metal table scratching her scalp violently– God dammit!! I… I couldn’t stop it–

She sobbed softly, her fist shaking in her lap.

“I just want to go home. I want to go home. Is Leaper going to survive!?” she cried.

“We will know more of his condition by tomorrow” Dr. Strauss replied looking at Dr. Park unsure of what to believe just then– so tell us about your America? Who founded it?” but he was ever so professional.

“Charles Lee.”

Now Homelander couldn’t control himself, jumping straight into the room, just tearing the wall with unbridled enthusiasm.

“And Washington?”

“What about his second in command?”

He grinned as if he was seven years old again.

“Did you have a Lincoln?”

“He was murdered by Booths, then the coward killed himself the day after… WW3 Jon already did this 21-question thing with me” She pouted, cleaning her tears, something about that Jon made her smile and Homelander had no idea why, he wanted to prod further in return– So did this America was divided between the English and The Spanish? Did you have Allies and Axis? Did you even have World War two?” she asked.

Trying to think of anything but the war, so she focused on that childish glee before her.

“Only the English and yes… to all of that” he gulped– why?”

“Was it France, Portugal and Korea?”

He found the image absolutely ridiculous, Homelander shook his head and pushed Dr. Strauss off his chair.

“No, it was Germany, Italy and Japan! God was it us, the brits and the soviets as the good guys?”

“What are these Soviets?” She cleared her sniffles, raising a curious brow at his direction.

“The Russians after they overthrow the monarchy become the Soviets?”

She tries to imagine the scene.

“The Bolshevik did not succeed, Tsar Nicholas the third ruled Russia until 1962… but the Russians were our allies, I gather there aren't any monarchies left in Russia.”

He shook his head.

“Interesting.” he seemed giddy and she seemed glad– if you are really me… let’s say I believe you…”

Ashley found it hard to believe he doubted her, she was a copy of him just with bigger tits and a smaller ass, her nose and cheekbones the same if anything her lips had more shape, even her intonations sounded familiar, she was already a truther.

“Can you prove it?” He muttered leaning closer, bearing fangs almost growling at the thought of fighting her one more time, wanting to feel the ache to make sure it wasn’t a strange dream– I guess your name would be Jean? Jenny?”

“Joan– after Joan of Arc… and you?”

“John.” it tasted bitter in his tongue but he indulged her, as she got closer he caught a whiff of sunflowers– so can you?”

“Did your version of Jonah also sat you on his lap and read you Huckleberry Finn?” Homelander moved back catching the blinding light of her eyes– do you also have a friend who kept you safe in the Bad Room?”

“Turn the camera off…” Dr. Park did not hesitate, taking to the wall clutching at the camera.

“You had Jonah too…” his voice cracks slightly, swallowing cotton.

“Was he your dad? I used to think he was my dad but when I got older he said I wasn’t his daughter… because I was a failure…” The woman looked exhausted, the fresh bruise in her neck aching– or is he still around?”

Her gaze rested on the table, her eyes heavy and her throat parched.

“Did you kill him?” Homelander looked away.

“I killed his daughter” Her voice was so cold– "If I was such a disappointment I might as well earn the title.” 

Homelander stood up offering his hand, and turned to the scientist.

“Ashley, have Isadora fix her costume immediately. You should come and stay at my… our Penthouse? not going to let her stay here– not that these walls could contain you anyways.”

She took the gloved hand enjoying the familiar comfort of this leather, following him trying to bury the anxiety that his demeanor brought her.

Even if it was in a different universe the layout of the building was the same, the building had been evacuated leaving them to wander peacefully, in the last three worlds she hadn’t been able to get close to home, this wasn’t her building but it might’ve as well been her own– the pictures adorning the walls were knock-off of her own, the bust and statues uncanny imitations, but her heart found some calm inside this twilight-zone set, the lights were the same and so were the flower arrangements.

She clung on the man who was the same height as herself, squeezing at the bulky padding, he guided her inside the home.

It was a copy of her own, the layout and decorations almost identical, where Washington stood she expected another man, the colors had been different and the bust faced the opposite direction but the couch and bed were hers, she had hovered gently towards the leather couch sinking into the cushions seeking for that familiar feeling, her exposed skin painfully sensitive, she wrapped herself on the fur throw soaking the hypoallergenic perfume, doing everything not to cry as she felt the fabric tease at her skin. Homelander watched her with scientific curiosity, her every move made him uneasy, the more he catched a glimpse of her eyes the more they looked like his own, would it not be for the obvious physical and chromosomal differences he could see her as more than an identical twin– she wrapped herself further into the blanket elated at the texture.

My sister, he thought.

If she was him… and he was her… they shared more than just blood… they shared all the bad, all the cruel, all the wondrous, all that shaped him– could she understand him? could he finally have somebody to talk to about all the things he’s kept locked up? The sight of her filled him with anxiety, as if Homelander wasn’t meant to look close at this woman.

He thought of the number that had been mentioned ‘33’ . She was younger, Joan was young enough to have something still in her life that had abandoned him, was this why she desired to go home so badly? Could her world still hold a Madelyn? She was a girl so there wasn’t any possibility that this one could share the same relationship he had with her, this was a Madelyn still unspoiled by the selfish pursuit, before she had to ruin everything that made it work, before she tossed him aside and forgot about him, there had to be a Madelyn that cared for her, was she more mother than confidant? Was she still in her office waiting for him to come in?

He made his way to the couch, tugging at the blanket, she peep bothered that her fantasy was interrupted.

“Tell me about yourself… I promise that our scientist will do anything in their power to keep this Leaper of yours alive, we’ll bring him back” he spoke softly not wanting to scare her, taking his glove off– so talk to me. about your life… maybe your William or Ryan, or The Seven… Do you have a Maeve? Stillwell” Madelyn came back into mind, the ghostly touch of her fingers caressing his hair, in this young version of him was the possibility of feeling her touch once more, so he would be a good perfect gentleman if that was the sacrifice he had to take for Madelyn, a Madelyn without accessory– maybe Noir. Or How this Leaper works, We don’t want him escaping and leaving you behind, do we?”

She pushed herself away from him, keeping an eye on her clone.

“He can only open one portal at a time and cannot close if any living being that crossed with him also crossed the door, so I have to cross it alongside him or he’s stuck there too– he didn’t know that’s how it worked with two people. I’m tired you know…”

That was a whole hour or two of explaining that she had no energy to give him, but he seemed okay with that.

“Wilhelmina Butcher… my Billie– she’s the biggest thorn on my side… I almost miss her, I bet the bitch and her group are celebrating that am gone.” her voice hides no melancholia– No matter where I go I always find a Butcher y'know… that human version of me– us. he felt in love with his William” she chuckled thinking of the last Butcher– Colonel Butcher on the other hand– fucking hardass but…” She bit her tongue, feeling her cheeks itch.

Homelander turned pale, clearly not hearing past the first part.

“He had an affair with that Supe version of William, and when he tried to end it– he killed his wife Margaret… looking at the pictures outside I gather that one is your Maeve…”

Homelander crawled back into her blanket, hiding her whimper leaving the older man far too curious as to what made her react in such a way, she was unstable, holding herself on thin threads, he wanted to know but knowing it was futile, and he wanted to vomit.

“Can I sleep in the bed? I haven’t had any sleep in two days… Jon and I… we were trying to stop the attack but before I could help him we found Leaper and he threw me into this world…” her lips smiled but her eyes welled up, her voice cracking from beneath the blanket– I promise we can talk tomorrow… is just too much right now, my ribs are hurting like a motherfucker.”

The way she dodged that story lacked grace but he simply watched her far too eager to learn as to what tomorrow would bring.

“Sure, my hands hurt from hitting your ribs” Looking at his knuckles he found a layer of green under his skin that had never been there before– I’ll have the staff bring you some–

Homelander's lip dropped slightly, catching himself staring as the young version of him discarded the hospital garb, in the lowlights of his dark home he hadn’t missed a detail– she was beautiful and quick.

Joan was tall, her form sculpted by masters, everything about her shape was flawless, not a single blemish or mole touched her tanned skin, her body had every curve a woman should had never meeting a hard edge, but he knew those toned arms packed a killer punch, she turned to see him raising an eyebrow not bothering to stifle an annoyed chuckle.

“You don’t sleep naked? You’ll be the first… altho Jon did make sure to sleep with his undies on”

He shook his head trying to hide the red blush coloring his cheeks, nudity was natural for him, his form was exquisite and supple so there was no reason to hide it other than modesty, yet seeing it reflected back at him made him embarrassed, had this been a male version of himself, had this been the Jon that Joan spoke of he had no doubt he’d felt nothing, but seeing this female body, with its peach shaped ass and her more than ample bosom, he was reminded that he was still a man.

She ignored him taking to the bed, checking the bruises on her torso, wincing louder than anybody would for a pain that was alien to the goddess.

She turned the light off and crawled into the bed knowing full well that other version of her was watching, unable to shake his sight from her.

He sat on his couch watching her sleep for an hour before being disturbed by a text message saying that her phone was fingerprint locked and would take a couple hours to crack it, something about the other universe system being different.

He found himself hovering above her, closing his phone ready to perform a silly experiment. 

He floated on the edge of his bed as the woman rested deeply, lifting her hand just lighty enough for her naked thumb to press on his phone screen.

His heart skipped a beat.

When his phone unlocked, something broke inside his mind as he looked at her and her red eyes.

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III - Sunflowers

Footsteps.

I woke to the sound of Footsteps all around me. Footsteps Loud and Errant, they permeated the walls of my home and into my mind. The peaceful garden was no more, it was loud in there. Wishing a goodmorning to Coeur’s Grave I had to check it out. I opened the door And was momentarily Blinded.

Colour.

So much Colour, It was the yellow which blinded me, it was not the yellow of souls, however the souls were a plenty. It seemed to be a marketplace. The cacophony of sounds and Lights was deafening. I saw colours of a variety that overwhelmed me. It was all around me, and out of fear I closed the door with a slam, and breathed a sigh of relief, The suddenness of it all was terrifying and yet the sullen beauty had me captivated. Those Yellows were flowers. They looked to be made of sunshine on a clear sky. I brought up an image of them in my mind, their beauty as exquisite as ever. However, there was something else, something more, purple. Afraid of the noise i went to make some tea to calm my nerves, The footsteps were still there, only faded now.

I lit up the gas, put on the Kettle and yet, the founds remained an ever present Gnaw that ruined my tea. annoyed at this yellow that had barged into my abode I went outside. I knew not why I did it, perhaps it was my curious impulse but go outside I did.

Blinded again by the cacophony I considered going back inside. That was when I saw it. Olive Green. The same that was beside the hospital bed. The same which had wailed over the turquoise soul. It seemed happy at the moment, But the most curious thing remained the yellow soul beside it.

It had shades of brown in it, and yet it had flavours of olive green, the same one that was held in the other’s soul.

Their voices were hushed in a way of private adoration, in the same way they walked, and in the same private way they spoke of the sunny flowers. They were walking alone in the aisles filled with flowers. Talking of gifts and colours.

“She’d have liked the daisies”, The Yellow soul spoke.

“True, She would have.”

“The sunflowers look pretty too you know.”

“She’d have hated them”

“Yes but you love them.”

And so on they spoke, and their words went, and my ears went on tiring. It’s rebellious to listen in on the words of this world, I am an observer of life not a participator, all i can do tirelessly is see the colours of the world, tortured with the inability to capture them, and cursed to eventually forget them.

I observed them as the steps went quieter and the sun went darker. They picked out the sunflowers and the daisies.

I followed them outside the shop and observed as the Olive Green soul kept the daisies for itself and the sunflowers went to the yellow ochre soul. I Observed as their Yellow ochre turned into an orange, Happy, I hope.

They went into a shop of sorts. Painted blue, titled Melody.

The shop had the photogenity of a Library, except with instruments, and colours of the rainbow, Purple pink and blue. Overwhelming ones, it was like the Sunlit Marketplace in the morning. Steps and sounds invaded my senses, tiring my soul further. Their colours went to the desk, curious of their choice in the restaurant I eavesdropped, apathetic to my impoliteness.

“I’ll have a coffee, hot, with two sugars, and hazelnuts”, I heard the Olive Green soul speak first followed by the yellow one. “I’ll have what she’s having.”

She. Interesting.

As the sounds poured into my ears, I felt vibrations. Regular Vibrations, Thumping in my ears, shivering in my legs, And a constant scream in my midriff, and as it grew stronger, louder the Yellow Ochre soul screamed over it.

“I Love This Song, would you like to dance.”, And without waiting for an answer they held the hands of the Green one, sending streaks of orange where they held her, and sooner than the song hit the next beat her Olive Green turned Orange in her entirety.

She was glowing. Not Reflecting, Glowing. She had the complete Brightness of orange in her, Blinding me, lighting up the darkness of the room in a muted yet intense hue. “I Can’t Dance!”, She exclaimed over the music. Uncaring to her demands the yellow pulled her in anyway, “You’ll be Fine Ciel!”

My Senses dulled at that, It was the same name on the gravestone I woke up under. Was this me? No I Died, it couldn’t be, It must have been another soul with the same name as me. But the word struck my soul, tiring it immediately, the world began to go black and the air suddenly became thick, and my legs began to give away. I tried keeping the hold on the rope of control but it just turned my hands blood red and it went sliding away, and with it, it took away the world, turning everything black.