#fruity fusion

[theyokaiwatchblogever]

aw yeahhh more art time!!! :) these are some OCs that, if i go thru with it, will be featured in a comic that i mentioned in the pinned post. goobers. Say hello to team "Oof! Not Again!"

[razzofficial]

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[boys-fashion-123]

MTJ Mehraab Perfume

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[violetscanfly]

Art inspired by a tangled/mdzs fusion fic called the rivers start to sing by fruitys on ao3! Rapunzel-xian with his Xiao Pingguo crow just wouldn't leave my brain :'D

[qqtxt]

sending in a fluff request where you and the members (or just beomgyu) go cologne and/or perfume shopping! something like how they pick out a perfume for you to wear and how they wound react when they pick out a scent they really like on you~~

nawh, this sounds adorable! i dabbled a bit with each member and turned it into a kind of headcanons-ish-thing instead! hope that's okay! 💖

[note: requests are closed! currently trying to complete them all!]

[🌸] scent of a lover w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / non.idol!au / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) / fluff, silly ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 2,169 words ✿ in which they choose a scent for you to wear and... [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet 💐

[🐰] soobin soobin intended to follow quietly or at least try to gauge what intrigued you or captured your interest as you two walked along the shopping mall department of perfume scents. he notices how certain smells make your nose scrunch up in distaste or whenever something pleasant makes you smile to yourself in satisfaction despite not wanting to get anything. he dabbled a little in having a go at picking out scents when he notices just how carefree you are in picking out the bottles, spraying them onto the paper provided and giving it a smell before handing it to him to have a whiff. he mindlessly picks one or two, and gives it a smell, before stumbling upon one that makes his eyes widen as the scent gently rings a bell of memory embedded in his mind. it's a cherry blossom fusion of sorts; citrusy and fruity yet... it's warm and comforting that it kisses his bones tenderly at the recollection. you pause and notice how soobin's turned to stone and carefully pluck the piece of paper so you can have a smell of what he's smelling. it's like you two are transported into the memory lane you two share; one filled with a confession under a cherry blossom tree on a warm, semi-breezy evening along the sunset. you don't miss the way soobin's pursed lips turn into a smile and the swiftness of his hands to grab a bottle of perfume to head to the counter to purchase for you.

tl;dr: more of a watcher than a participator initially, but would gradually get into watching you pick out a scent and would surprise you when he picks out a scent that reminds him of you. could potentially just be an overall feeling of what he's reminded of when he smells the scent but i think he could pick something out based on a core memory he has of you, or a memory that he's fond of whenever he thinks of you that it reminds him of it when he picks out a scent. wouldn't necessarily get offended if you didn't like the scent he's picked out but would enjoy having a small chat about what scent reminds you of each other in this little perfume haul.

[🦊] yeonjun yeonjun had a goal in mind the second you told him you wanted to get a new bottle of perfume. he thought he would be a bit more laid back but... no. it's impossible when he's bombarded with thousands upon millions of thoughts of what scent represents you and what best captures you as a person that it didn't cross his mind that you can just like something without needing a reason to. he's doubling down quicker than you are to smell out every single one but on the umpteenth one, he feels like his nose is fried and has to take a step back with a huff. more so when you're laughing at him. ignoring your request to slow down, jun. the store's not going to disappear, he reaches for another bottle of perfume and gives it a smell, only to gape at the scent that makes him exclaim: "this one! this is the one!" you'd have to cower and reach over to put your hand over his mouth, carefully looking around to make sure the two of you didn't give a false alarm to anyone of danger due to yeonjun's sudden burst of energy. he lowers his head with a sheepish grin, but doesn't hesitate to pull you closer so he can let you have a smell of what got him excited in the first place and... you'll admit. it was a grower rather than a love at first sight and... the way yeonjun's describing how each note makes him think of you, makes him feel for you in a condensed, bottled-up scent, it already secures in your mind that okay, this is the one.

tl;dr: i can see either one or two ways this could go down. one, he'll be leisurely following around to give you his honest opinion or two, it's game time and he has to pick out the perfect scent for you. most likely the latter, probably. he'd be so immersed in trying to find which scent suits you or describes you in his mind; or how each note from a scent makes him think of you that it's almost like a challenge that begun out of nowhere. the ironic thing is that he'll probably clog his nose up with all that smell that he'll have a breakthrough on the scent he picks up out of nowhere, and he's flooded with thoughts of this is the one for you! may or may not be slightly offended if you didn't like the one he picked out but he'd still work towards what you like and try again, and again, and again until he found something that you approve of. (yeonjun gives a 110% no LESS, we BEEN KNEW)

[🐯] beomgyu  beomgyu's intention when he mentioned he wanted to tag along was to have a good gauge of what you like, and possibly return in his own time to find something that suits you to give you as a gift. he asks questions upon questions; what's your favourite? which one suits you the best in your opinion? why do you like this one and not that one? what's your criteria for choosing the perfume and for what occasion? it's almost as if it's an interrogation that you tell him to bro, could you please chill for a second? he'll roll his eyes at you and scoff, clutching onto your hand and lacing your fingers together to prove a point of i'm not your bro, bro. in the midst of silence, a mini burst of laughter follows that you shake your head and continue your search, dragging beomgyu with you around the shop. he's giving you a bit of quiet time as he reads the labels around him until he spots one that he just has to get a sniff of to know what it smells like. you let out a soft oof! when he tugs you to follow where his eyes lead him to and he grabs a piece of paper and lightly shoves it into your hand so you can hold it while he grabs the tester to spray it on the paper. (yes, with your interlocked hands being the reason why you two have to do a bit of teamwork here...) he puts the bottle back onto the shelf and grabs your hand to pull the paper up to both of your noses, where upon first smell it makes the pair of you smile in amusement. then, like a record player that plays a familiar tune that just makes sense, beomgyu can see how you seem to like the smell that fills your nostrils that he doesn't wait for a verbal response to know that he found it, and he's gonna buy it.

tl;dr: i feel like sweet beoms could be a mixture of soobin and yeonjun, or he would come back in his own time to carefully scour out all options to buy one for you as a surprise gift. but he could potentially let the excitement of getting your first-hand approval in front of him take over and he'll let his instincts find something than anything else. i think if you don't like the scent he's chosen, he might be a bit sad about it but he would be more objective in finding another that truly suits your taste and one that you would like to use... however, seeing how pouty he gets if you do reject the one he initially chooses, would probe you to listen to why he chose that for you and maybe work together to choose something together.

[🐿] taehyun taehyun thought he would be a silent passenger and be of company and honest opinion if you needed it rather than participating to choose for you or with you given that he thinks perfume is such a suggestive thing to purchase. however... when he sees how excited it makes you feel when you smell something you like, or how it makes you back away from something you don't like, it's like it triggers a part of his brain to wonder what you like or what could you potentially like if he chose something? he begins slow by keeping in mind what you like and what you don't like, before carefully stepping away (but not too far) to scout around what's available to what reminds him of you. in his mind, he's thinking of what represents you to him but also what you might want for yourself given the things you've taken out to smell so far. he doesn't notice you're beside him until your hand reaches out to bring his wrist to your nose to get a sniff of the paper of perfume on it to smell. safe to say, he's surprised and even more when you mention: "huh, i kind of like it." he raises a brow and begins his questions: why do you like it? what does it remind you of? do you know what i think when i smell it? would you wear it? what started off as a mindless activity of potentially purchasing perfume, turns into a recollection of the things taehyun pays attention to you and remembers you by that ends with him purchasing a bottle for you.

tl;dr: i'm not sure why but i initially see taehyun as more of a passenger at first that slowly ventures into trying to see what reminds him of you, rather than for you. he wouldn't press for you to take whatever he selects because it's definitely a preference thing but he'll want to know what you like and don't like so it's embedded in his mind for future reference. he'll most likely end up picking something you like based on his attentiveness and the pure luck he has in randomly choosing something; yet, it'll all feel like it makes sense altogether just because it's taehyun. whether you end up buying or he ends up buying a bottle of perfume for you, it'll be a lovely memory and experience of discovering what you like and what he likes when you start asking him of what his preference is.

[🐧] kai kai thought he had a scent in mind that reminded him of you and would want to prove to you he could pick something out for you that you would like... only to get more confused each time you mention you like or dislike something that questions his choices from the very beginning. it's cute and hilarious watching him get flustered and frustrated over something as simple as choosing a bottle of perfume (even when you didn't ask him to do anything but just follow around, clearly he had other plans in mind). from time to time he'd try to pitch in with what about this one? or maybe this one instead? safe to say, it was clear that he was trying his hardest and to you, that was a sweet gesture that made you feel warm inside. it almost didn't matter the scent he'd pick since you'll try to love it anyway but when he picked out something that made him stop in his tracks, he's quick to pull you towards him so he could let you have a smell of what he struck on. he doesn't know what to make of your expression when you don't smile, only creating a bigger suspense that makes his heart nearly fly out of his chest. he lets out the biggest sigh when you start to grin, nodding as you reach for a bottle to purchase and–"you monster! i thought you hated it!" through the fit of giggles and him chasing after you in the store to reach the cashier first so he can pay for it, it certainly is a memory you would never forget given his attempts of being attentive and by your side, putting in the effort that makes your heart swell each time you'd pick up this perfume bottle to use it.

tl;dr: i feel like kai would make it more complicated than it needs to be, but only because he cares so much and would want to choose something that you would like. he wouldn't necessarily get offended if you don't like something he's picked but it'll definitely confuse him more when he thought you liked something but end up hating it or when you like something he thought you hated; the spiral is never-ending as it is confusing but it somehow makes sense the longer he follows you along. this sweetheart may or may not get a bottle for himself as a tiny reminder he'd have of you around whenever he misses you a lot. (or he'll just take your perfume from time to time, a 'friendly swap' of sorts...)

[alextydaisuda123]

@rachlaw7

I could mix them differently, but that's all my brain came up with. But I admit, I like the fusion, damn it👌✨️ I would describe this fusion as "fruity marshmallow fizz"😌👍

[totothewolff]

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[braineater444]

To Be a Princess

Chapter 1

Start/Next

fem!reader x kokonoi

TW: Violence, Kidnapping, Abuse, Death, Blood, Strained Mother/Daughter relationships (other trigger warnings to be added)

Synopsis: What is a good relationship without its ups and downs? You and Hajime have never had a serious down until now. You can run away, but it's never that easy.

“My mother texted me,” Exasperation coats your vocal cords. A smirk paints your face when you see Koko roll his eyes, still looking down at his paperwork. You should be in bed, but the multiple sharp dings of your mother's messages forced you awake. Now, you can’t go back to sleep.

His eyes settle on you, a fond smile brightening his features. “Well, good morning to you, too.” His attention is on you as you make your way further into his office and sit on his desk to peek over at the papers he’s going through. You could count every crystal in the chandelier above you through its reflection in his eyes as he gazes up at you.

“Good morning.” You giggle when you lean down to kiss him. His chin rests in your palm as you guide him towards you. The moment your lips meet, you feel all the tenseness leave his body.

“What did she say?” He rests his head in his hand.

“Something about reconnecting and wanting to see me. I don’t know, I didn’t really read it.”

His brows furrow, and he leans back in his chair. You take him in. He smells of Bibliothèque by Byredo he bought a while ago, a recent favorite of his. The fruitiness and woodiness add an air of maturity to his already put-together demeanor. It makes sense for someone so beautiful. He shakes his head. “But if you want to, I won’t stop you.”

You smooth over your silk nightgown and shrug. You consider his face for a moment. His red eyeliner isn’t on. His skin and eyes look dull. His hair is pulled back into a half bun, half ponytail fusion. He yawns.

“How long have you been up?” You remember going to bed with him last night. When you woke at three to get water and crawled back into bed, he was there and pulled you back into his chest to cuddle. You know he’s slept, but for how long?

“I don’t know...” He taps his phone to check the time. “Maybe since five or six? My boss called and asked me if I could rush some stuff.”

His workaholic tendencies make your head hurt sometimes. You’ve told him before that you think he’ll die at that desk. “And when he called, you just got up and started working?” He rolls his eyes. “Koko, did you even eat?”

“No.”

“You’re going to have a heart attack in this office.”

“But I’ll leave you so much.” He smiles playfully, but none of this is funny.

“It’s not funny! Let’s go out for breakfast.” You hop off of his desk and head towards the door. You look back and see that his head is in his papers again. “Now!” With that, he’s moving.

✮✮✮

“Mom?” You try to sound composed over the phone as tears stream down your cheeks. You’re unsuccessful, and she starts to scramble and beg you to tell her what’s happened. You can’t. Your throat hurts and you still can’t process what’s going on. “I’m- I’m at a ho-hotel right now,” You sniffle and cough and wipe away snot. “I’m going to take a trai-n and be there tomorrow.”

You grow nauseous as your mom pleads with you to tell her what’s wrong. You hang up and collapse into a ball on the floor. Sobbing doesn’t help, but it’s the only thing you can do right now. It’s the first time since you left that you’ve had time to break down.

You fall asleep like that.

The next morning, you wake up in pain. Your eyes burn, your mouth is dry, and your bones ache. This is the lowest your life has been since meeting Hajime and possibly the worst it could be. Rock bottom. And as much as you miss the feel of your bed and his kisses on your cheeks telling you it will be alright; you know better than to return.

“It’s not his fault.” That’s what you’d thought when you came into his office last night to see the guest, you’d let in slumped over in a chair with a bullet through his head.

There had been no commotion until the sound of the gunshot. You had run to check on Hajime only to find out he was the assailant. You hadn’t even known he had a gun. Why would he have a gun? And why would he kill a random client of his? They came over all the time and nothing like this had happened before. It couldn’t have been him. Why would he do this?

You hadn’t even reacted when you saw it. You only felt your heart drop and your body tremble. Brain matter, blood, and little bone fragments covered the room. The man’s eyes were glossed over with no life inside of them. Your heart was on track to beat out of your chest and maybe you were going to pass out, but you had said little to Hajime in the moment. You stood in shock for a second before he opened his mouth to say something you didn’t quite hear, too busy processing the scene.

“Do you need help to clean?” Were all the words your mouth could form. Neither of you had expected that to be the first thing to find its way off of your tongue. Mouth agape, he nodded slowly and confused.

You left to go rummaging through the cabinets with unstable hands. You’d grabbed as much as you could hold. Never had you been prepared to clean up so much blood. There was no thought as shaky hands grabbed at glass cleaner and air freshener. When you’d come back, Hajime was staring at the body in disbelief.

“Is this the first time?” You’d asked.

He’d come clean about everything. Words spilled like water from a broken dam. He was an executive in a high-profile gang. Bonten. You’d heard of it, but only on the news. They’d been less of a gang and more of a terrorist organization. Selling drugs, dealing weapons, killing people and so much more. Hajime didn’t seem like the type, but he said it wasn’t his first time killing. He clarified that it’s not a hobby of his like it is for other people he knew. Tears filled his eyes as he told you, but they didn’t fall in that moment. He was pulling himself together as best he could. He’d never intended for you to find out. Hajime just wanted to keep you safe and take care of you. He promised.

You listened silently while scrubbing the walls as he said something about not wanting you to leave. How he couldn’t stand to lose someone else to a life like this. He’s sorry, but this is all he’s known since he was a kid. He doesn’t know how to get by in any other way. You have to believe him. He loves you. He can’t stand the idea of you leaving him.

His propositioning became a blur when he began to break down. You stopped hearing him when the tears started to fall and the look in his eyes changed from sorrow and guilt to something unhinged. His hands came up to pull at the roots of his hair and you’re sure he was screaming apologies and begging you not to leave. His mouth moved like he was begging you to say something, but all you could was scrub the wall and look at him. You don’t remember the time cleaning after that.

For the first time, you feared him and felt alone all over again. He’d become another stranger. Your heart was sitting in your lap and you were watching it beat as you figured out what to do.

While he showered, you packed a bag for when you’d make a run for it in the dark hours of the morning. You took some jewelry to pawn, comfortable clothes to make the trip in, and some of the fancy hygiene products he bought you. Then you hid the bag in one of the spare rooms, before climbing into bed to wait for him. With the state he was in, surely, he’d hurt you if he knew you were going to leave.

His kisses felt like sandpaper against your cheeks. Every time his lips touched your skin was a silent question of whether you still loved him. You did, but you couldn’t stay. Not like this. When he fell asleep, you took some cash and ran as far as you could. It wasn’t very far at all. An okay hotel near the train station about an hour away.

Twice now you’ve thought about calling the police and having him locked away forever. Once last night and now as you step out of the shower and see an accomplice in the hotel mirror. You can’t bring yourself to do it. Your head aches at the thought of him behind bars, in a small room, taking communal showers. You don’t want that for him. What you want is the normalcy back. You want him holding you. You want him telling you that you had a nightmare. You want this nasty breakup over with.

Your eyes become faucets of emotion again as you mourn. You cry and heave naked over the sink. For the first time in a long time, you’re alone in this life. Hajime cannot come to comfort you when you cry. You are at your lowest.

It comes up faster than you expect. Your stomach. Milky vomit splatters into the sink. You run the water over it as your body tremors. The sound calms you.

Your hand dips into the stream and comes up to your mouth. You gargle and spit twice. Then you splash water over your face. You’re fine.

There’s no time for this. You need to leave.

Pulling on your clothes has you thinking about other things or at least trying to distract yourself.

“What’s worse, living with a murderer or my mom?” You halfheartedly laugh to yourself. It’s too much to think about right now.

You haven’t worn a sweatsuit in quite some time. Koko hated what he called “lazy clothes” and insisted you are too beautiful to wear them. Of course, you still had some, but you could never do more than look at them. Not until now. You’re sure your mother would be just as disapproving for similar reasons.

You laugh again at the thought of neither of them liking this outfit. A soft yellow sweat suit and white sneakers. It’d break both of their hearts.

A soft knock at your door interrupts your thoughts, and you stiffen.

“Room service.” Says a gruff, masculine voice on the other side.

Just room service. You unclench.

“No, thank you!” You shout as you grab your bag and ready yourself to leave.

“It’s important.” The voice sings back. “You left something at the front desk. I need to return it to you.”

Oh?

You crack the door open just enough for your foot to fit through. The man is tall and angular. Dress shirt. Tie. Black slacks. Loafers. Expensive Prada Loafers. He reeks of cigarette smell. Acrid and off-putting. Nothing in his hands but the rings that adorn his scarred fingers. Your eyes travel up to his face.

Slicked back black hair. Prominent streaks of grey in thick stripes. Massive scar across his eye. He doesn’t work here. Your heart jumps to a start.

You scramble to close the door, but he’s strong enough to just push his way in and have you falling on your ass in the process. The door swings shut, the lock clicks, and a gun is pointed at you. His finger comes to his lips to hush you before you can think of screaming.

“It’s early. I’m tired. And I don’t want to be here.” He reaches his free hand out to help you up off the floor. You stare frozen in fear, labored breathing, unable to think until you notice his gesture and offer a hand so he can pull you up. “Can you just come with me so I can drop you off to Koko and go about my day?”

Your saliva becomes glue holding your mouth shut. You can do nothing but stare into his eyes.

“Hello?” He waves his gun in your face and you flinch away.

You offer a slow, cautious shake of your head. Your feet carry you a couple of steps back. He follows.

“You have to.” He asserts, shoving the gun’s muzzle under your chin.

For some reason, you're embarrassed by your trembling. You try to stop it, but can’t. Your eyes are blown wide and your hands shake as you grab the man’s wrist to pull the gun from under your chin.

“I can’t.” You barely manage. Tears fill your eyes as you back away again. The man doesn’t move with you. He looks more confused and irritated than anything. He’s nothing but furrowed brows and hard eyes.

“Listen…” He groans as he watches you wipe away tears as they fall. “I don’t know what the hell this is about, nor do I care, but my boss told me to get you and bring you to Koko,” He steps closer and shoves the gun into his waistband. “I’m not a fan of brutalizing attractive young women, but I will if I have to. Then I’ll carry you out of here and take you to him.”

You understand you’re leaving with him either way.

✮✮✮

He’s enough of a gentleman to have grabbed all of your stuff for you and thrown it into his backseat, but not enough of a gentleman to not kidnap you. Enough of a gentleman to open the door to his SUV for you, but not enough of a gentleman to not point a gun at you.

When his car starts, the feeling of dread sinks in. This is happening. This is not a dream. Your ex is a man powerful enough to have you kidnapped. 

You try to suck it up and stop your tears, but you keep sniffling. Hajime is a sick bastard to send a man with a gun after you. How could he?

“What’s your name?” The man's voice interrupts your thoughts. You say nothing. “Fair.” He brushes you off. “I understand it. I’m human too.” 

Hard to believe.

“My name is Takeomi.” He looks away from the road to shoot a halfhearted grin. “I’ll have to learn your name later, right?”

“Please let me go.” You demand through sniffles. You try to toughen your act as the tears dry up. Still, you feel pathetic.

He ignores you.

“I thought he was gay.” He doesn’t turn to look at you this time. “You know, I thought I’d be picking up a man.”

Oh?

“…but you’re incredibly beautiful so, I understand if he suddenly changed his mind.”

What?

He doesn’t say much after that, and just drives. You stare out of the window and hold back tears.

By the time you arrive, you’ve calmed down. You linger in the car as Takeomi grabs your things and calls Hajime, but the moment he opens the door it’s a march of death. 

Takeomi waits with you at the elevator. He can’t stand this, you can tell. Even without moving, his stance is impatient. You can hear the hum of the elevator moving. The closer it sounds the more your heart races.

DING!

No. No.

You take a step back as the elevator doors open. You look at Takeomi who looks back at you and shrugs.

No.

You’re half ready to run when a hand guides you into the elevator. You keep your head down. Hajime mutters out a thank you and you see them exchanging your luggage. They don’t say goodbye.

The penthouse is the same. Same sweet smell. Same shiny wooden floors. Same warmth. But it’s not your home anymore. It’s your new gilded cage. 

Hajime drops your bag and suddenly you’re surrounded by a familiar warmth and scent. He’s everything you can sense. His floral conditioner. His musky cologne. His well-trimmed nails against your scalp.

“Hajime…”

He pulls away. There’s a darkness in his eyes when you finally look at him. His hair is a mess. He hasn’t brushed it like he usually would. His makeup isn’t done. He is still in his pajamas. It’s been less than a day and already he’s in disarray.

“Why did you abandon me when all I do is take care of you?” He stresses. “I do everything to keep you safe and beautiful and you run after one mistake?”

“Mistake?” Your voice shakes. “Killing someone is a mistake?”

“I was doing my job.”

“Fuck you.” An immediate slap to your cheek blurs your vision. 

First, it’s shock, then it’s anger, then it’s tears. Koko doesn’t seem remorseful though. With furrowed brows, he says, “I love you and you abandoned me. I took care of you when that bitch of a mother threw you out and you crawled into Tokyo from the shithole you came from. But fuck me?”

Crazy. He’s actually crazy.

You slap him back and the look on his face changes from seething anger to hurt. Before he can react, you dart from the doorway all the way to the bedroom unsure of if he’s chasing you. Immediately you lock it. Finally, you can breathe, but the air is full of him.

[cosmicrain-draws]

FUSION

What if they were able to fuse in their 2D forms like Gems in SU and it means they're basically married, and they get to be really fruity all the time

@otherxagnela you inspired me to finish this comic from this post so thank youuuuuu!!

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

Sweet confections

Oneshot Summary; Price brought the pastries to 141 as you asked him to, who could’ve thought sweet confections would spur the thoughts of sweet confessions?

Pairing: John Price x reader (sunshine!universe)

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Onehsot 

Word; 4k

Warnings; relationship-angst, fluff, implied age-gap

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing​

A/N: This was originally 2k🙃 Buuuut, I got carried away with delving into Price after seeing a post theorising about his previous dating life and just couldn’t help myself but write a snippet of the morning after their liquor-tasting date when sunshine!reader asked him to bring pastries to the 141 squad from Price's perspective.

SUNSHINE UNIVERSE MASTERLIST

On your first date, you'd brought him to 'the little coffee shop on the corner' you so endearingly called it. It wasn't as much a coffee shop as a bakery, Price remarked then. He even mentioned it the second time you'd come here to buy some bread together for dinner at your place. The third time, he'd shaken his head as he drove and spoke with you over the car's built-in phone, 'I've been working in the little coffee shop on the corner, I can wait for you here and we can go together to mine'.

Most of the space belonged to the bakery, stone ovens and counters to assemble the pastries. The rest was a quaint sitting area, with soft couch-looking seats compared to wooden-legged chairs and tables. Indeed, it was charming, gentle in a sense, concerning the neutral colour schema and warm bakery air.

Now Price stood in the same space smelling like newly baked bread and confectionery. It was early, before seven. Hence, the ovens were on full blast, loaded with loaves of bread and danishes. On the baking counter, cold sweets awaited completion, his presence suspending the process.

"Is that all?" Price's eyes focus on the cashier. According to you, she's the owner. She opened the place a few years ago to keep working with her passion after the official year of retirement, at her own pace and with her own ideas to fulfil a childhood dream.

His eyes fall on the things before her.

The usual for him and the rest of 141 on days likes these, coffees to everyone's taste and something to chew on. None favouring breakfast served on base since Price had brought something from his local place. He could scoff that a single prompted decision turned to habit on days like these when they would gather for meetings ahead of missions.

Usually, he would say yes. But this time, Price's eyes flickered to the right. 'Bring them something sweet in my name', your voice echoed from just 30 minutes earlier.

"I'll take some of those", he nods towards the colourful pastries behind the viewing glass.

"Any particular?" The woman asked. His eyes glide over the confections, some seemingly with a base of berries or other fruits, some with chocolate.

Price isn't too fond of sweets. Consequently, neither invested in what's good or not. Thankfully, he recalls which ones you'd pointed out as your favourites. 'Always taste the new ones when they come', you said when you'd visited the place together. Even if that hadn't been the case, Price would've trusted your tastebuds over his.

"Hm, I'll take two of each", he pointed to three different sweets, not attempting to pronounce their name even though in English. What he knew, or rather remembered, was your description of them. The pink one had a base of pomegranate with some curd, sweet but refreshing. The orange one contained peaches and syrupy cream, honeyed but with a delicate fruitiness. The tan one was some brownie fusion, if you ever want to taste diabetes. He'd chuckled when you explained the taste differences.

"Buying them for your girl?" Price's eyes jumps to the woman, who barely spared him more than an amused look between picking the pastries he'd directed her towards and packing them into small cardboard boxes.

"What?"

"Did your girl make you sleep on the couch after some argument? That's why you're trying to win her over with this?" She nodded to the first box of sweets she placed amongst his order.

You, she was talking about you. Price dipped his head, shaking it with a slight chuckle.

He wasn't startled, per se, that the women recognised him. He'd been here a handful of times in the last few weeks.

If it would've happened in the regular place he usually stops by on the way from his home, he wouldn't have even reacted. It was local, small, an everyone-knew-everyone case sooner rather than later. Although quaint for a city with its cosy inside, this place was still strategically placed on a corner between the juncture of two streets. And that's why Price isn't surprised the woman recognised him but tied him to you in the way she had.

"No, ordered me to bring some to my mates". He knew the woman had scanned him today, taken in his hard-to-misplace attire. Where there earlier only been a question mark, he'd now been placed in the box reading soldier within seconds of turning to face him from where she stood further inside the bakery after having called 'one minute' over her shoulder.

"Smart women, know you boys probably deserve it". She commented in passing, bending down to pack up the second sweet. Price hummed in return. "Hopefully, they'll like them, though I don't second her taste", the woman chuckled more to herself even though Price listened.

From how the woman dearly greeted you by name each time and a short conversation if it wasn't too hectic, he'd quickly gathered you were a regular here, your knowledge for someone who tasted but didn't bake the confectionaries giving it away as well.

"That'll be all?" She repeated the question from earlier when finally boxing up the last pastry. The three boxes were now effectively tied together and pushed together with the rest of his order.

"It'll be all", Price returned, reflecting the woman's smile as he reached to pay.

"Tell her I said hi and that I've got something new on the way for her to look forward to". He raised his elbow in an attempted wave, nodding a goodbye as he exited the bakery.

Not until Price stood at the curbside, a tray of coffees, one letter scribbled in neat handwriting on each cartoon cup, and two rather than one takeaway boxes of something to chew on did he realise he hadn't corrected the women once.

Your girl.

Price looked back inside through the windows lining the wall of the bakery. He couldn't see the women, probably already set off to complete the morning routine he'd interrupted.

Did she take it for granted that you bringing him here meant he was something more than just a date, someone you casually met? Because this wasn't neutral ground but a special place to you?

He faced his car, looking at his reflection.

His girl.

Price huffed, shaking his head and opened his car, placing what he'd bought in the passenger seat. He could only speculate why the woman had assumed you were a couple. But he knew why he hadn't corrected her, why he barely even had cringed at the notion of someone calling you his.

...

When arriving at the base, Price wasted no more time than to gather the mission files he'd had delivered to his office before heading to the scheduled meeting room.

When he pushes the handle down with his elbow, the door to the meeting room swinging open, he finds the rest of 141 inside. With his added appearance, whatever conversation they had halted.

"Morning, Captain", Gaz greets him, to which he nods his silent hello, clearing his hands by placing the things from the bakery on the table they sat around.

"Help yourselves to your usual", Price gestured to the things he'd brought. "And a mission file", he continued as he put down the folders he'd kept beneath his arm when not juggling the other things around.

His men reached forth, each taking the coffee cup with their initials along a sandwich wrapped in plastic foil. At first, their eyes were only swiftly shifted to the added boxes with intrigue until Soap dared to unwrap them, catching a look at what was inside.

"The place from yours gotten sweets now as well, Price?" The Scot looked over with a cocked brown, opening the rest of the boxes without taking more than a swift look down. Of course, Soap would be the one to inspect the boxes standing out from the team's usual orders.

"No, stopped at one in the city". Price shrugged, reaching for his cup of coffee but waiting with his sandwich. He would eat it, knowing you would give him a disapproving look if he didn't, though only later, when the coffee kicked in and made him hungry. The first visit back at base after a leave always does wonders of curbing his appetite.

As the black bitterness of coffee bit his tastebuds, he eyes Gaz as he lean forward, inspecting the boxes Soap opened and picked a pink pastry from. As his sergeant's eyes fell to the contents of the packages, he found the variety the Scot inspected seconds earlier.

"Why the hell the detour?" Gaze's eyes met Price, who took another drink of his coffee before he answered.

"No detour. I was in the city already".

Soap, who'd tasted the sweet he'd picked out and whose eyes rolled, accompanied by a content hum, leaned back in his chair as his attention travelled to Price. "What-", he began, eyes widening a wee bit as they locked with Price's. He doesn't know what the Scot saw, but whatever it was, it stopped his sentence abruptly with a rise of brows, a straightening of his back and a curl of his mouth's edge. "It's the lass, ain't it?"

Price didn't know why he stalled, why the takeaway cup halted in mid-air, why he didn't just say yes. 

It wasn't that his men didn't know. It was impossible for them not to. They'd been there the night he met you at the bar. They, or Gaz and Soap, having encouraged him to talk to you when he'd hesitated because why would you be interested in him. Ghost hadn't said anything on the matter, but Price bet he found entertainment in how the Seargents' jabbed at their Captain at something so trivial. And much like pushing his first step, their reaction to seeing the two of you leave together followed the same characteristics.

So no, it would be hard for them not to know about you. And there went one of the reasons Price would hesitate to answer.

"S'pose it can't be anyone else", Price relented. The biggest reason he wouldn't indulge the rest of the fact a dispensed reasoning of keeping you hidden meant safety.

It made Gaz whistle, leaning back with one of the orangey sweets in his hand. Soap drummed his hands against his thighs after inhaling the rest of his small pastry. Ghost shifted in his seat, head cocking, eyes sweeping to inspect the confections the other two men had indulged in fleetingly before his attention returned to Price.

"How's it goin' then? Asked the lass out since last we saw the two of ya disappear in the sunset?" Soap asked, his question prodding for two answers rather than one. But rather than levelling the Scot with a look, something that silently would confirm his suspicions of what happened the night Price drove you home, he leaned back in his chair with a tip of his head.

"We've talked some, met a few times as well". Price took a sip of his coffee as if it would do anything else than exacerbate his nerves upon you being the subject of conversation and the memory you'd more than just talked after some of your dates. "Got those from one of the places we went, some of her favourites".

"Old romantic, you are, Cap". Gaz's comment made Price clear his throat. It was followed by a 'yeah, yeah' muttered under his breath almost bashfully.

"Well, I'd say the lass is rubbin' of good on ya", Soap steered the conversation in his ever-present direction of jest on topics like this. "Ain't all time our dear Captain spoils us with such sudden acts of kindness", the Scot reached forth, picking one of the chocolaty treats this time with a smug look and a glint in his eyes towards Price.

He can't help but roll his eyes at the jab. "It's her spoilin' you, not me. Ordered me to buy some for you lot as a greeting".

That made Soap's signature grin form. "The lass orderin' you around already, Price?"

"The real question is why he's accepting it. He doesn't like us bossing him around and barely any higher-ups as well", Gaz stated, lightly elbowing the Scot at his side with a chuckle, the latter joining in agreement.

"Did the request come this morning?" Ghost pulls his attention away from his snickering Seargents.

With his eyes settled on the man who'd been quiet until this moment, Price knew his Lieutenant didn't ask the question because he needed the answer, only the confirmation. If anything was Ghost's forte, it was gathering the scattered pieces of information dropped throughout the chat, what’s between the lines, enough to build a picture of what went on behind the scenes.

Price clocked that for the veteran, who'd nursed his coffee with sparing sips and lifts of his mask, there'd been enough details throughout the conversation for him to flesh out the parts left untold. The knowing look reflected in Ghost's dark eyes exposing it as well.

"We went out yesterday, stayed the night", Price brushed off. Knowing Ghost, he'd say there's a smile hidden beneath the mask, equally as smug as those visible and directed at him from the other two men.

"Starting to think you don't want to indulge us, Cap", Gaz pointed out. "It seems to be going very well between you two".

"Aye, Price, when will we meet ya lass again?" At Soap's question, the morning flashed before Price's eyes.

He'd woken up before you. No need for an alarm that Price was scared would wake you up in the process and he would hurry to shut off. The military had since long engrained the early hours in the back of his mind.

He'd woken with a blink of his eyes rather than a slow descent from slumber, immediately noting that during the night, the two of you had shifted to something more comfortable for sleeping than the previous cuddling. Your back was towards him, a little gap between you. Even so, his arm draped over your waist, and your warmth reached his front angled towards you.

Price had dragged his hand lightly down to your hip, feeling the skin beneath the oversized shirt you'd gone to sleep with, but his hand managed to sneak beneath nonetheless. When his palm settled on the curve of your hip, your skimpy panties beneath his skin, he'd pushed up on his elbow.

His eyes had travelled over your face, or what could be seen of it as your arm partly covered it, checking if you were awake even though your breathing already suggested you weren't. Noting your stillness, Price made his way out of bed slow to not stir you.

Dressing into his jeans and shirt felt wrong as he watched you continue to sleep soundly. He wanted to stay for a few more moments, press close to your back, bury his head in your nape, and linger in the moment. But he knew his willpower to go to base and hold the meeting he was supposed to would wain if witnessing you slowly coming to in his arms.

Price had debated how to leave your flat and fetch the things in his car without getting locked outside. He just brought your keys with him in the end, deciding against leaving the door ajar behind him, concerned for your safety despite the second gate out to the street.

He didn't meet anyone as he went down to his car and up again, allowing Price to wallow in the lingering warmth of your body close to his as he pulled his jacket tight around him in solace. Despite being summer, it wasn't warm in the mornings, crisp and slightly chilly until the rays peeks over the edges of roofs.

A feeling that hadn't been present in a long time, not a genuine one, at least, settled in his bones as he walked through your home with his bag slung over his shoulder. Domestic, his thoughts supplied a label to the feelings growing in his bones, muscles and every fleshly part of him as he slowed his pace past your bedroom, the door open enough that he spotted your sleeping figure beneath the covers.

It lingered as Price had taken a shower, using the towel hanging beneath yours on the rack when done. He'd stopped asking what towel to use just a week before, as a second joined your smaller one near the sink and one by your body towel.

He'd felt something warm enter him when he first noticed the newly added additions, even more so when he'd asked about it to be entirely sure and your head had popped into the opening. Explaining almost shyly you thought he should have his own from how often he's been staying overnight, and so he doesn't need to ask every time.

And since then, Price had become used to moving around your apartment without you by his side. Something about you giving him permanent things at your place erased that 'stranger' feeling one had before getting comfortable in someone else's space.

That's why, when he'd crouched by the side of your bed this morning, dressed in clothes portraying such a different reality to what he felt like this fever-induced daydream was, Price couldn't wait for you to prove that this wasn't just a morbid fantasy created under the influence of morphine taken to ease the pain of a nasty wound, one he was too incoherent to remember.

You'd shown him a part of yourself, your most intimate space, your home, to him, making him comfortable here. He could relax when stepping over your threshold. Knowing he stepped into your world. And yet, everything feels tied to you, not him. That's why he invited you over to his place, wanting not only to see your reaction to stepping into his world but seeing you in his home would settle the anxiety gnawing at his bones. Or so he hoped.

Price felt his fingers, which rested on his thigh, twitch. He wanted to reach for the phone in his pocket and settle the plans for the weekend that were coming with a quick text, even though it was only Monday.

He sighed at himself, remembering correcting the faulty phrase concerning you and his relationship, even though it came from someone much closer and who knew more about his relation to you. "She ain't my girl".

"Why? The two of ya already act like a pair, it seems". Price's eyes flickered to the pastries' Soap motion to, or more so, the significance behind them.

"They've known each other for a month, Johnny". Ghost's comment eases his nerves.

Yes, he'd gotten to know you well over a month. Outside 141 and his nearest circle within work, you were the one he felt the closest to. He'd caught himself entertaining the idea, not only upon talking with the lady at the bakery and now with the men surrounding him, but this morning when he'd walked around in the silence of your flat. He didn't dislike the idea of enjoying his or someone's space together with the other. But it was the first time he liked someone enough to tie into that future.

You brought so much for Price to look forward to, but most of all, you were the embodiment of comfort. Just your presence was enough for him to relax, let his shoulders drop and the tension in his neck ease. That's why it felt right spending time with you, why Price didn't think even a second about how much time you'd spent together despite meeting a month ago.

And yet, today, this morning, made him hesitant to go too fast forward, to let the previous night and this morning make him let go of all reins and fall headfirst into whatever this was.

Today this life, the one his occupation as a Captain of a task force entailed, merged just slightly with the reality he'd created with you on his leave.

You knew he was military, SAS, but neither of you mentioned his work, the topic not easily slid into, despite that you'd explained your job in more detail. It would've been more than right of him to do so in return, but explaining and talking about his profession was one of few included in general parentheses.

There was only so much he could clarify about the field he operated in. And legally, he couldn't disclose much about the task force either. If you hadn't known they were military the night you met and he hadn't gotten to know you'd dabbled in his field of work, he probably wouldn't have mentioned many of the things he had. He didn't keep it a secret, not the basics, but neither was Price one to bring it up in conversations.

Still, you stayed. After everything told and not, you were still here. You wanted him, or so Price assumed since the first night you'd met.

He assumed it wasn't simply feigned interest you'd shown when you'd concerned yourself of what haunted his mind when on leave. He assumed, that when he'd seen the gears turn in your head of how you could voice your questions without overstepping, it was from the sincere concern of doing so, not a forced attempt at seeming friendly. He assumed, that when you so sweetly looked at him only to say in that purred voice that you wanted to help him relax, it didn't only mean for the night.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have entertained him for this long. Yet again, that was what he thought. However, what Price knew what that he needed to give you something to work with. You couldn't support him without him relenting something about himself, this side of him.

He didn't blame his previous partners for his fleeting relationships. Not entirely. He'd remained strict with letting too much spill too early, knowing how some may react, how they try to pull away gracefully. Somehow it was a test, an unintentional one but a test nonetheless. And the answer didn't come until after his first deployment, when he found out how his supposed partner reacted to his previous emotional distance and later physical disappearance. A test of boundaries, one could call it.

And concerning it was only a few weeks more until his first one with you, he thought about it. A lot.

Price shook his head. He blinked, eyes refocusing, noticing his gaze had gotten stuck to the pastries on the table. As his eyes flickered up, he found that Soap and Ghost still exchanged arguments.

"Shouldn't stop him from askin' the lass if it feels right", the Scot said, arms now crossed over his chest, his shoulders resting against the backrest of his chair, spine curved.

"Can't rush", was all the masked Brit responded with, along with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Enough of his. Let's get on with the meetin'", Price interrupted, effectively ending the conversation. None of the others argued, noticing it was their Captain rather than Price commanding them to drop the subject as he opened the mission file before him.

Nevertheless, as they started the meeting, Price couldn't help that Soap's and Ghost's arguments replayed in the silence. Neither how you entered his mind when listening to the others discuss the details of the OP. It never overtook his attention, but it lingered in the back of his mind, gnawing away at the nerves in his inner skull.

After this mission, Price thought, he'll see how you've held up and maybe have a conversation with you.

He didn't like making promises he wasn't sure could be kept. But, this one, that he would come back to speak with you about it, he would go above and beyond to keep. Because it felt different this time, he longed coming back to you before even shipping off.

[wangxianficfinder]

Interesting / Good Worldbuilding pt.2 (AU's only)

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A Fox Demon Fathered My Children by bonbonsbunnies (Not Rated, 26k, WangXian, Fox Demon WWX, Dragon LWJ,  Eggpreg, Mpreg, Some angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced  Fertility Issues, Implied/Referenced Unsafe Pregnancy, Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Outdoor sex (almost) but Wangxian get cockblocked by the Wens, Anal Fingering, brief thigh fucking, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Implied/Referenced Cheating (not real), unrealistic depiction of having kids, Eventual Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fear of Abandonment)

see you yesterday by glyphic (M, 138k, WIP, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Ghost Hunters, Time Loop, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn) I adore the fic see you yesterday. It could be a good fit for your world-building list. The setting starts a little lower-key, but then gets wilder and wilder.

Duel of the Twins by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 71k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, star wars au, scifi, each chapter is intended to be a whole movie within a trilogy, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, mild body horror, Mentions of Suicide, please take that major character death warning seriously, Angst with a Happy Ending, Yúnmèng Siblings Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Angst, Dismemberment, WIP)

Ten miles of Lotus Flowers by Yukirin_Snow (M, 273k, wangxian, JC/LXC, ABO, Romance, Slow Burn, Pain, Hurt/Comfort, True Love, Pregnancy, Humor, No one dies that doesn't deserve to die, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Angst, Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending)

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[glitterytoycakes]

Probably will be the last post here

OOC: Hello. It's been awhile, and I'm not sure if people remember this blog. Originally Milo Answers was created as a fan project for the webcomic "what happens next," but overtime, art got more challenging to create for it, and asks came in less and less. This was never intended to be a roleplay. Ask blogs and RPs are different, but if I listed reasoning for this the post would get super long.

So this marks the end of Milo Answers. If you enjoyed it, I'm sorry. Max Graves never really acknowledged it much apart from a few instances, and communication with him became sparse as well. I originally created it because of something distressing he posted on twitter a few years ago that sounded like he might give up making art entirely. My intention here, more or less, was to create something that whn fans would enjoy participating in, could send theories to, and discuss at large. But that never really happened. You'd think it would've, given how many conversations are held about it in the comments section on the webcomic hosting site. People removed links to Milo Answers from whn's tvtropes article, even though MA has a page itself there... that counts as an answer.

I'll also admit this was done for a selfish reason. I am a webcomic artist myself, and in part, it was because of resentment. Nothing against Max personally; he is a talented artist and has been nothing but gracious in his replies. I highly enjoyed working on this project. The fact that he not only took it seriously but promoted it on twitter still means a lot as well. Stockholm Cat Syndrome hasn't received an update in years because of the lack of an audience- it's a decade old, but there is virtually no discussion, fanart, or anything that would make that project easier for me to continue working on. People aren't reading it anymore. Conversely, what happens next has only been running for three years but has gotten extensive coverage, fanart, etc. An entire fanbase developed on twitter and tumblr, mainly in part due to popularity. This probably sounds spiteful. Though I still appreciate whn for what it is and am not owed anything, the worship of it got kind of irritating overtime. It was hard not to think of the state of my comic after hiatus whenever I read those discussions. But instead of complaining, I got the idea to make something based on it, to interpret the characters based off candid personal experiences while still respecting the source material. That's how this blog came into existence. When the amount of asks dwindled, it became pretty frustrating, and making surreal posts was sort of a desperate move to get people interested that didn't work. I grew up using sites like tumblr, reading MLP ask blogs (I used to run one called Ask Fruity Fusion in 2012), so whn's take on internet subcultures as well as sites dedicated to harassment more or less hit home for me. It is still something I can appreciate after multiple readings. For many readers, the comic touched them as well, bringing people together from different places.

This is an addition I'm hesitant to make here, but on lol/cow farm, there's a thread dedicated to critiquing whn. I'm not sure if Kiwi F/arms created an actual one as well, but continuing to run this blog puts me at risk of real harassment. I've included slashes here in order to make the post harder to search for so that people participating in the "lolcow" thread won't find it, though that's likely not going to stop them from making screencaps or mocking what I've said here.

If people want this blog to continue, let me know and I'll consider running it. I was thinking of doing something like making Prequel Adventure-esque character sprites that would simplify responses. But for now, MA is over.

Thank you for reading, and to Max- thank you for making what happens next.

-Seyu

[eclipian]

Eeveelution Fusion Fictive

pt: eeveelution fusion fictive

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

divider credit

Name: Fleafeon , Flareon , Leafeon , Floral , Flora , Flower , Petal , Leaf , Spark , Pyro , Kit

Age: ChronoPoké High Level

Pronouns: She/Her , Shu/Hur , Shy/Hyr , Sha/Har , Shx/Hxr , Sh✿/H✿r , They/Them , Thy/Thym , Thuy/Thum , Thxy/Thxm , Thay/Tham , Th✿y/Th✿m , It/Its , Ix/Ixs , Iz/Izs , ✿t/✿ts , Xe/Xem , Ae/Aer , Cae/Caer , Dae/Daer , Thon/Thons , One/Ones , Lvl/Lvls , Evo/Evolution , ✿/✿s , Grass/Grasss , Fire/Fires , Leaf/Leaves , Flower/Flowers , Pyro/Pyros

Gender: Outherine Girl , Stegosaurus , Green Smoothie , Pokémongender , Exemgender , PokéFusionGender , Pokefuseeveelution , Pidgeyhoarder , Outhplantic , Mystioutherine , Phosgrasstypial , Phosfiretypial , Pokecomfic , Pokétypic , Pokecoric , Cutepokeic , Flarenic , Leafenic , Illbetheresongic , Genderflora , G✿rl , Floragirl , Pasbowflorcrownic , Leafstrikeic , Genderleaf , Flowergirl , Vensonusic

Attraction: Trixic , Alteraffectis , Pokéffectis , Petaffectis , Seplasium

Other IDs: Pokemate , Pokepectic , Pokébased , Dissopokémon , Pokémon Hearthic , Pokeperspesque , Pokélovi , Pokémon Team , Pokédomus , Misceliupokémon , Plantipsese , Daisy Scent , Floral & Fruity Scent , Dissoflowerpupil , Dissoflamepupil & Dissoleafpupil , Dissofruitarian , Dissoherbivore , Dissoherbalist , Dissopyro , Dissosane

Species: Flareon and Leafeon Fusion

Role: Gardentender , Artisan , Emotion Taker

Aesthetics: Kidcore , Nostalgiacore , Naturecore , Bloomcore , Fairycore , Fairy Tale

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , role , aesthetics

Artist is Charamells + tags: @bahtive

[third-world-punks]

✦ THIRD-WORLD PUNKS ✦ INTRODUCTION

“Who are we? We are the global South, that large set of creations and creatures that has been sacrificed to the infinite voracity of capitalism, colonialism, patriarchy, and all their satellite-oppressions. We are present at every cardinal point because our geography is the geography of injustice and oppression. We are not everyone; we are those who do not resign themselves to sacrifice and therefore resist. We have dignity. We are all indigenous peoples because we are where we have always been, before we had owners, masters, or bosses, or because we are where we were taken against our will and where owners, masters, or bosses were imposed on us. They want to impose on us the fear of having a boss and the fear of not having a boss, so that we may not imagine ourselves without fear. We resist. We are widely diverse human beings united by the idea that the understanding of the world is much larger than the Western understanding of the world. We believe that the transformation of the world may also occur in ways not foreseen by the global North. We are animals and plants, biodiversity and water, earth and Pachamama, ancestors and future generations—whose suffering appears less in the news than the suffering of humans but is closely linked to theirs, even though they may be unaware of it.” — Boaventura de Sousa Santos, Epistemologies of the South: Justice Against Epistemicide.

We are THIRD-WORLD PUNKS, a blog devoted to cultivating a dark-academia aesthetic inspired by Latin America and the UK Punk Scene. I'm your host, PHILOSOPHIKA, a 33-year-old British and Colombian philosopher specialising in aesthetics (the branch of philosophy that studies concepts such as beauty and ugliness and investigates the nature of art and the senses) and anti-totalitarian ethics. Keep reading to learn more about the aesthetic's main goals, sources of inspiration, and suggested hashtags.

✦ OUR MISSION

To create a Latin American take on the 'dark academia' aesthetic from the perspective of the region's actual inhabitants. The T.W.P. aesthetic actively avoids depicting the region as a holiday destination (fruity drinks, trendy hotels, sexy pool boys, designer sunglasses, etc.) or representing the culture through a tourist's eyes (for example, as exclusively consisting of festivals or big public events). This aesthetic should provide the viewer with an intimate portrait of what it's actually like to call this region home. Images of local food, daily customs, traditional clothing, distinctive architecture, weather patterns, etc., are encouraged.

To provide a modern fusion between Latin American (principally Colombian) and UK culture that does not reproduce the aesthetics of British colonialism. To this end, the T.W.P. aesthetic steers clear of antique botanical prints, colonial uniforms, overly beige colour palettes, floral chintz wallpapers or decorative accents, leather trunks, and/or anything even faintly reminiscent of a plantation. Emphasis is placed instead on UK Punk fashion and culture (think Camden Market and Vivienne Westwood), extravagant and eclectic UK architecture and interior design.

To challenge what traditional academia looks and feels like, as well as its core tenets (eurocentrism, US-centrism, elitism, abelism, etc.). The T.W.P aesthetic celebrates and encourages out-of-the-box thinking, ethnic and racial diversity, neurodivergent and LGBTQIA+ higher education experiences, as well as discussions of postcolonial, queer, and feminist theory, among others (think TWAIL: Third-World Approaches to International Law). Quotations, reading lists, book recommendations or reviews, and catchphrases along these lines are welcome.

✦ SOURCES OF INSPIRATION

— art deco/decopunk — art nouveau — solarpunk— steampunk — gutterpunk — latin american geography, flora & fauna — latin american culture — spanish colonial architecture — pre-columbian latin america — 70's & 80's uk punk scene — elements of cyberpunk — alternative fashion — maximalism — haute boheme aesthetic

✦ RELEVANT HASHTAGS

Do you want to tag something with this aesthetic on your blog? Check out the suggestions below:

#TWP —   #TWPs —   #TWP Aesthetic —   #TWPs Aesthetic | #Third-World Punks —  #Third World Punks —  #Third-World Punks Aesthetic —

[hergrandplan]

Hey Nina 💜,

🍒🍑🍍for the writer's asks

Hey Sophia 💜

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

Already answered this in an earlier ask, but another dynamic that i love (love love love) is a little... needy Wille. a little "i'll die if you don't touch me right now" and "please simon". and of course paired with Simon who is ready to give him the fucking world

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

Okay I have no idea how this would work so don't ask me that but I'll often be listening to a musical and then briefly think "huh wouldnt this be a fun fic" with musicals that would not work as wilmon fic. Like ... idk waitress. Because every time I hear "You Matter to Me" I need Wilmon to sing that to each other BUT there are some major issues with that namely that one of them needs to be pregnant (though... idk maybe they just adopted the kid with their abusive husband ? but then why do they need to go to the doctor?) and two, Jenna and Pomatter don't actually end up together. Because Pomatter's wife is a genuinely sweet person

Another musical I'd love to cross over with is les mis. Wille is Marius, Simon is Eponine.

But the problem with musicals is that they have genuinely complex and really fucking flawed characters sometimes (pretending to be your bully's best friend after he dies to gain sympathy points... for instance) and though I love complicated and messy fics, I am always scared of writing those myself for fear of writing them too problematic. but that doesnt mean i dont think about it.

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

There's no AUs that I actually hate, I'm not the biggest fan of Omegaverse AU and especially not when certain. words. are used but I understand those words are part of the genre so I'll simply not read it. Other than that, I'll literally read any AU you throw my way but in terms of Young Royals, I love a little Alternate Meeting AU (and many more but that's just the first thing I thought of). OH and obviously an exes to lovers post-canon. fuck i want them all

fruity fic writer asks <3

[librarian-computer]

I give you Ruin & Bloodmoon fusion

He’s beautiful

And fruity