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tarotlexa · 29 days ago

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PICK A PILE READING- you as a party!

welcome back my loves to another unhinged reading by yours truly. sit back and enjoy!

as always, this is a collective reading so take what resonates and leave what does not. much luv for my luvs <3

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pile 1: dress to impress is the vibe, grand, elegant and exclusive, think of an A-list gala or a celebrity wedding where every detail is curated to the max. your event is a life changing experience (kind of like you in people's lives), the kind of party that keeps people talking for years. a night of success, high end vibes and dreams coming true! the people who would attend would definitely be celebrities, influencers, fearless trendsetters and social climbers, there to network, glow up, take pics for insta and set their intentions for the future. very clout but also career oriented. champagne and truffle for days.

pile 2: a wild rave! high energy, intense and non stop music and dancing. iconic. your party is creative, rebellious, a warehouse rave or an underground speakeasy that only insiders know about. wild performances, unexpected confessions, charli xcx and so on. the attendees would be party veterans, risk takers. people at this party have something to prove (flexing their skills, style, money and so on). super colorful party, techno, fun and unforgettable.

pile 3: exclusive, mysterious vip affair. think one of those private CEO dinners where they serve sushi on naked girls (lol). your party is elite, carefully curated and only for those who deserve to be there. it's not for the masses. this is the kind of event where millionaires mingle with artists and where secrets get spilled, mysterious connections are made. love affairs. your party is glamorous, seductive, a masquerade ball, a private members--only club or an ultra exclusive salon where you get to scheme in privacy. there's an underlying tension, as if something big is going to be revealed before the night is over. you didn't just attend this party, you survived it looool

as always, thank you so much for reading and for supporting me <3 let me know if this resonated with you! <3

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dessarchive · 9 days ago

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FAME REALITY ALBUM, Blackout

Jo Cameron’s sixth album, Blackout, will be released in 2032. The genres range from dance-pop, electropop, techno, hyperpop, and club-pop. Jo wrote the songs with her best friends Archer Sinclair, Reverie Voss, Lyevia Kisoni-Lima, Ariana Greenblatt, Mckenna Grace, and Devena Allen from late 2028 to early 2030.

Jo described the process of this album as fun, sparkly, filled with laughter, and many, many retakes. Jo recalled how she and her friends would go out to night clubs or have girls nights and would get an idea for a song. “Going to the club can go one of two ways, having the best time of your life or crying in the back of a uber going back home. I wanted to encapsulate this in the album but I also wanted to embellish on our experiences. This was understood in the studio with the girls so if they had a crazy idea I was up for it. I really wanted this album to sound messy like a dark night club with glitter on the floor and fixing your makeup in the bathroom while the bass of the music vibrates the floor.”

Jo’s image for the album came through very clear and fans took it upon themselves to trend looks, makeup, accessories, and even movies they thought fit the albums aesthetic. Since the release of the album it has been associated with glitter, mini dresses, martinis, city lights, vodka soda, hoop earrings, low rise jeans, dark eye makeup, heels, sparkly nails, gold and silver jewelry, expensive perfume, leopard print, red lipstickX and flashing lights.

When asked about the studio sessions with her friends Jo stated, “It was such an amazing experience with all of them. I’ve never felt so close to them and we had the best time creating this album. Sometimes we would go out clubbing together then go back to the studio or have parties at the studios trying to recreate the feel of the club with the sounds and lyrics. During the process of the album I really envisioned a night of going to the club. Getting ready at home and pre-gaming, arriving at the club, getting drinks, sweating on the dance floor, feeling hot with my friends, dancing with my husband, being tipsy and laughing while fixing our makeup and hair in the bathroom, the ride home, and ending the night with my husband. I really enjoyed making the album because it was so different from my previous releases. My first two albums were created with just me and my producers which was an amazing experience and my last two albums I started to let my friends into the writing process but I still wasn’t fully comfortable. This album really got me out of my shell and allowed others that inspire me into my work. Listening to their lyrics and their perspective on something like this made me really happy. Not only were we feeling ourselves on the dance floor and in the studio, we were having deep conversations about the media’s perception of us, over-thinking, re-thinking past decisions and relationships, and being ourselves and I wouldn’t want that with anyone else.”

ORIGINAL TRACKLIST | 30 SONGS | 1H 36M

1. Gimme More [ Britney Spears ]

2. Sports Car [ Tate Mcrae ]

3. Von Dutch (feat. Addison Rae) [ Charli xcx ]

4. Blow [ Kesha ]

5. Turn Ya Head [ Heidi Montag ]

6. Applause [ Lady Gaga ]

7. 808 [ Chase Icon ]

8. Like I Do [ Tate Mcrae ]

9. If U Seek Amy [ Britney Spears ]

10. We R Who We R [ Kesha ]

11. Claws [ Charli xcx ]

12. 365 (feat. Reverie Voss) [ Charli xcx ]

13. You Can’t Come To My Party [ Chase Icon ]

14. Blah Blah Blah (feat. 3OH!3) [ Kesha ]

15. MACHINE GIRL [ ADÉLA ]

16. When I Grow Up [ The Pussycat Dolls ]

17. Who Owns My Heart [ Miley Cyrus ]

18. S&M [ Rihanna ]

19. Anthems [ Charli xcx ]

20. Get Back [ Britney Spears ]

21. B2B (feat. Tinashe) [ Charli xcx ]

22. Your Love Is My Drug [ Kesha ]

23. Girl, So Confusing (feat. ????) [ Charli xcx ]

24. ExtraL (feat. Doechii) [ JENNIE ]

25. Sympathy Is A Knife (feat. Mckenna) [ Charli xcx ]

26. Freakshow [ Britney Spears ]

27. Skin [ Rihanna ]

28. Freak The Freak Out [ Victoria Justice ]

29. Take It Off [ Kesha ]

30. Guess (feat. Archer Sinclair) [ Charli xcx ]

DELUXE TRACKLIST | 15 MORE SONGS | 2H 29M

31. Break The Ice [ Britney Spears ]

32. Perfect Lover [ Britney Spears ]

33. Phonography [ Britney Spears ]

34. I Know Love (feat. Tom Welling) [ Tate Mcrae ]

35. Buttons [ The Pussycat Dolls ]

36. Circus [ Britney Spears ]

37. Mannequin [ Britney Spears ]

38. D&G [ Claudia Valentina ]

39. E.T. [ Katy Perry ]

40. Breathe On Me [ Britney Spears ]

41. Outrageous [ Britney Spears ]

42. I Might Say Something Stupid [ Charli xcx ]

43. Spring Breakers (feat. Kesha) [ Charli xcx ]

44. Radar [ Britney Spears ]

45. Heaven On Earth [ Britney Spears ]

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ckret2 · 24 days ago

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I'm now hopelessly enamored with your Aku hcs... do you have any more? Are you interested in Jack/Aku - is that something that could even work out?

Oh boy do I ever. This is 1/2 headcanons and 1/2 extreme elaboration/extrapolation from canon info.

I'm gonna put this under a read more with a ✨table of contents✨ both so I remember what's under here and so anyone who's only intrigued by one or two of these can skip the rest.

Aku's literally a tree, like not as a meme joke, he's a tree

You make an Aku with a tree+darkness+poison+fire+arrow+curse

That's the reason the future, although devastated, isn't deforested

"Samurai Jack & Powerpuff Girls are the same universe and Aku is Chemical X" is the oldest headcanon in the fandom but I have it too. That tree is Mojo's dad. He'll also accept credit for Buttercup.

Lulu, sweet thing

Aku sorta remembers being a space blob but his life/identity didn't "start" until the poison flaming arrow

Aku likes techno music. He has solo dance parties.

Aku doesn't have any friends

here's a list of Aku's friends

Aku could have friends

Here's what Aku's attracted to (idk what Aku's attracted to)

Aku's a total homebody, he doesn't wanna go places and do stuff, he wants to sit at home in his castle and rule his one planet.

Before Jack, Aku was genuinely super happy. Like this: ☻ ☻ ☻ ☻ ☻

Aku would have the same emotional reaction to doing good things as good people have to being forced to do evil

Aku's actually very polite. This isn't even a headcanon, it's just an intrigued observation of canon.

I'll answer the Jack/Aku question in another post because my god this one is long enough already.

1. I know we make plenty of "lol aku's a tree" jokes but like, I headcanon he's literally a tree. As in the forest of suspiciously tree-shaped spikes he came from was ACTUALLY, in some biological sense, a hideous mutation of trees. Some tree got The Ooze™ on it and that was the basis of Aku long before magic poisons got involved. If you say "don't think just answer what are you made out of and you can't say 'evil' or 'darkness'" Aku would say "wood." He still considers himself a tree. When he's in his default form his "skin" feels like bark. Evil bark.

2. beyond just a tree, in a magical sense Aku is "made of" Pure All-Consuming Darkness, trees, poison, fire, an arrow, & a curse. These are his component parts. This is what you need to create him. The official Aku Recipe. He wouldn't exist if any of these parts had been missing in his creation. Is it any wonder that Mr. Darkness/Poison/Fire/Arrows/Curses (Also Trees) named himself Evil. Those are some pretty evil things. Except for the trees.

3. because he's Tree—you know how many lush jungles and beautiful old growth forests and such Jack travels through? Seems kind of weird for a planet that's been ruthlessly exploited with zero environmental protections for thousands of years, yeah? Why hasn't Earth been deforested to hell and back? When we're told that Aku's wrung Earth so dry of resources that he started inviting in aliens just to get more resources to exploit... it's weird that there's still so much of Earth that looks decidedly un-exploited and un-devastated.

And I headcanon that Aku, just. he fuckin likes trees, man. Not in a "good" way—he doesn't leave forests alone for the good of the environment, he doesn't do it to live in peace and harmony with nature, he doesn't do it because the beautiful savage wilds are more pure and morally uplifting than the polluted overdeveloped modern urban cities or any creepy bunk like that. He's still evil. In the most morally neutral way possible, Aku likes trees.

So if he doesn't see any particular benefit to exploiting a forest—like, if he doesn't KNOW there's magical rubies or whatever beneath the forest—he goes "ah, this place is worthless. Leave it alone and let's move on." If a town or mine or whatever has already had every drop of usefulness squeezed out of it, rather than like, maintaining this blighted land as a barren wasteland, he's like "right, this place is a waste of resources now, I don't want it anymore, abandon this place and leave it to be reclaimed by the wild. No, of course the nearby village can't take over the abandoned warehouse and use it to house their devastated community. In fact, burn down the village for asking."

Aku uses up swathes of Earth until they have nothing left to give and moves on. But Jack's (and the audience's) idea of a used-up wasteland is like that burned forest with a single tree Jack shows Ashi. But that burned forest is the exception: it's Aku making an example of this place. Aku's idea of a used-up wasteland is a forest. A forest that's grown over a land that's given all it has to give, a forest that's tangled and unbalanced and poor in useful/edible plants because it's been uncultivated by human hands, a forest with no people because they've been stolen away and shipped somewhere they can be put to work.

Aku likes forests. Aku doesn't care for forests.

He doesn't set up natural parks or nature preserves or anything. He does sometimes set up fences & guards if he thinks a forest might have temptingly useful resources to a nearby human settlement and he thinks it'd be fun to deprive the humans of those benefits.

He doesn't advertise that he likes trees, because an asshole like him has a lot of enemies; and when Aku wants to hurt an enemy, he finds out what the enemy likes and wants and needs and then goes about depriving his enemy of that in any way possible just to make them miserable so he can laugh at them. Would not his enemies do the same to him? Would they not burn the wilderness of a whole continent to the ground just to break his heartwood?

(Propose this to Jack and he'd look at you like you're nuts. He doesn't think like Aku.)

4. I'm not the first person to headcanon this, I won't be the last person to headcanon this, there are people out there who think that this headcanon is actually canon, and there are probably even more people out there who are tired of this headcanon. However. I think Aku is the source of Chemical X in Powerpuff Girls. Powerpuff Girls takes place in the post-Samurai Jack world where Aku was killed a mere 17 years after his reign began and the rest of the world was never conquered. Aku's dead, but the pit of hate—the goo pool he came from—remains.

So here's what you gotta do. You take some evil goo. Then you mix up a specific formula that happens to be very poisonous, you set it on fire, you propel it at high speed into the goo, and you shake it up a bit. And bam—you've got Chemical X. Just don't pour the Chemical X on something, like a tree, or it might turn evil; and for the love of god don't place a curse on the evil tree or it might come alive.

There's a single tar pit in Japan that sources the goo needed to create Chemical X. Professor Utonium's ancestors come from that area of Japan. (Probably someone in the lineage leading to him was a maternal ancestor, he doesn't have a very Japanese last name.) His family has been fuckin around with that goo for centuries—keeping people away from it, experimenting with it, cleaning up the mess when it breaks containment and does something terrible like get on a tree that someone placed a curse on yeah you can figure out where this is going, "Utonium and Jack are related" also isn't a new or original headcanon.

Get Chemical X on anything and it gets Akutized a la Jack with the Aku Infection. Symptoms of Chemical X poisoning include: turning void-black with green features and possible reddish accents; aggression and violent tendencies; power-hunger; an ambition to oppress, dominate, or conquer the area and/or world; a fascination/attraction toward darkness, evilness, or villainy; a craving to collect vast material wealth and riches; and if you get a really big dose sometimes a vaguely Japanese accent and an urge to adopt a more menacing/badass name.

In other words, you get Mojo Jojo. He's basically the direct heir to Aku's legacy. He has no idea who Aku is.

At lower doses, other symptoms include abilities that some people might consider superpowers, such as super strength, time travel, and laser eyes.

The "everything nice" in the Powerpuff Girls' recipe balances out the evil in the ingredient at the base of Chemical X, hence why they don't have most of the symptoms of Chemical X poisoning. But the girls didn't get an equal amount of "everything nice."

The girl who got the least is the one who has black hair and green eyes; glories in opportunities to commit violence for violence's sake; received a single dollar and immediately got so unhinged with greed that she declared she now understood Mojo, attempted to knock out her sister's teeth so she could trade them to the tooth fairy for more money, and finally went around assaulting villains for their teeth; briefly had a baby-crush on the leader of the lowkey-villainous Gangreen Gang; at one point decided to become a "cooler" superhero by making an actual goddamn demonic bargain to gain the ability to turn into a pitch-black living shadow with glowing green eyes and adopting (a kindergartener's idea of) a menacing/badass name ("Mange"); and, let's be frank, whose hairdo would fit right in amongst the Daughters of Aku.

Buttercup is essentially as "related" to Aku as the Daughters are, and maybe a little more since they didn't really inherit his personality/tastes.

"Hey, why have you put so much thought into this headcanon?" I think it would be fun if after Jack comes back from the future and thrashes Aku around some more, Aku panics, creates a second time portal and jumps through it himself, lands in the future, and gets told these three adorable little crimefighting girls are his daughters and this monkey is his son. Imagine it. Imagine Mojo looking up at Aku with awe in his eyes and asking if he could please hear another story about taking over the world... father. 🥺 Imagine someone plopping Bubbles in his hands and going "and this is another one of yours!" Imagine the look on his face as he stares at this sweet-hearted giggly little pigtailed thing and tries to make sense of that. His face would look like 8C

5. I don't think Lulu made it. I'm sorry.

6. I think Aku vaguely remembers being a big evil space blob, but like, not very well. Kind of as a distant dream. I think he considers "himself" as starting the moment Jack's dad arrowed him; he has memories of the stuff that was around before then, but none of that was Aku, it was just the raw materials of what would become Aku. That was some other guy that got blasted by the gods. I think he's vaguely aware that he's the scion of the space blob, but he doesn't regard it as a parent or an elder or a superior, if the space blob survived and Aku met it I doubt he would have an emotional attachment to it. But he's sort of aware that the space blob's enemies are his enemies—anyone who wanted it dead wants him dead—and so he sorta tries (unsuccessfully) to stay off their radar.

7. it's not clear what Aku's relationship is to the rave music used to mind-control the teens. It's called Aku's music but like, did he literally compose it? Did he commission it to be composed to mind-control kids? Did he just go "yeah this is groovy" and slap his stamp of approval on it? Was the CD handed out to kids in town like an Aku's Favorite Club Hits compilation album?

Anyway my headcanon is that Aku just,, really likes rave music. His scientists approached him like "Aku we have discovered a way to mind-control people using music—" "YES! WE WILL BRAINWASH THE YOUTH WITH TECHNO!" "Lord Aku, it could be any genre of music—" "WITH TECHNO!!!"

the logical next question is does Aku go to raves. And no. I don't think he's social enough for that. He just hangs out alone in the Pit of Hate blasting psytrance and grooving by himself.

8. I don't think Aku, like, has friends. This probably isn't a groundbreaking opinion. He's not very friendly. But sometimes evil supervillains have pals anyway y'know? I don't think he does. He doesn't go out to socialize with anyone (unless he's up to something in the IDW comics I don't know about), he doesn't invite people over, everyone who comes to his castle—refugees, employees, contractors, would-be assassin—is there purely on business.

I don't think he's lonely—or if he is, he has no idea and no urge to change it. I think he does have a need to socialize, but talking to ten strangers for two minutes each would be just as satisfying as talking to one well-known well-trusted long-time underling/ally for twenty minutes.

Every once in a while a well-known well-trusted long-time underling/ally will decide they're friends with Aku and Aku will go "well, that's fine" and accept that it's happening until the friend dies and/or screws up enough for Aku to kill/imprison/exile them. Their professional relationship/utility to Aku always outranks the friendship, but like, if it's an entertaining friendship he might be 5% more lenient with screwups. If he ever gets a hint that they're just sucking up in the hopes that being nice to him will get them some professional/political advantage, it's the Pit of Hate for their impertinence.

9. out of the characters we see in the show:

Scaramouche has decided he's Aku's friend. Aku's fine with this because Scaramouche understands that it's more important to be a good assassin than a good friend—and he's a very good assassin.

It's not a lot of mere assassins that get Aku's private number—and are permitted to call it enough times to memorize the melody of the buttons being pressed.

Sometimes Scaramouche texts Aku memes. on average about one out of twenty will get a "HAHA" in reply.

Demongo assumed—or, perhaps, hoped—he was Aku's friend in some small subservient way. Demongo was wrong. He didn't figure out the trick is that you've gotta be the one to decide it and then Aku will go along with it. It probably wouldn't have saved him. (It didn't save Scaramouche.)

Some of Aku's top scientists have been friendly with him—thinking of the little troll who gave X-49 emotions, doubt he could get away with little experiments like that if he wasn't firmly on Aku's good side—but generally they aren't friends with him.

I don't think we've ever seen anyone else in the show who qualified as a friend, near-friend, or potential-friend. Maybe the DJ might've been? That seems like the type of position that could've started with Aku having hired this guy for several gigs and the DJ seems like the kind of person to get casual with his boss. The three-eyed alien who spies for him, I feel like she keeps it professional with the boss. They're on friendly-but-not-friend terms. Like, they'd nod to each other on the street but they wouldn't say hi. That might be the whole list out of characters we've seen.

10. I headcanon he is capable of feeling friendship though, even if he isn't actually exercising that capacity in any way. Primarily because my ace/aro ass is sick and tired of "they can't feel desire like a NORMAL person, they're LOVELESS unlike a GOOD person" being used to indicate how evil an evil-in-their-soul villain is, and i'm gradually extending that to aplatonic characters too.

Therefore if you're calling a character inherently evil i'm gonna say well then he does have the capacity for friendship and attraction even if he isn't using it; because if the lack of friendship & love isn't inherently evil, then the presence of it isn't inherently good, and i'm gonna get up on my soapbox about this.

And aside from me just preferring it that way, I like experimenting with "so what CAN an inherently evil character do (i.e. what are the limits of what's ACTUALLY evil vs what's morally neutral but a lot of people like it and thus decide it's good)?"

11. God only knows WHAT Aku would consider attractive though. what's sexy to a tree? Flowers?? Is he into flowers??? Flowers with a wide stigma and a dozen stamens???? Who knows.

i think he runs into someone that meets his criteria like, once every five hundred years at MOST. Tells no one. Immediately cuts them out of his life. Moves on.

I feel like Aku being attracted to someone/something isn't dependent upon "here's a list of traits he automatically considers appealing/attractive" but some complex network of relationship building and prior interactions and psychological reactions. "so you're just saying he needs to get to know someone before he can be attracted to them?" No. It's Not That Simple. You Don't Understand. "Then explain." no.

12. I think he's perfectly content with, like, JUST ruling earth. No ambitions to go conquer the rest of the galaxy or anything. He's got his cozy little planet he can exploit, torment, and terrorize as much as he pleases, if he wants MORE evildoers around he can just fling open his doors and invite them over and they'll come pouring in...

And on top of that the dude's a complete homebody. He can leave earth in seconds any time he wants but he doesn't, except once, to hire a band of hunters and then immediately go home. Which is WILD since like, it would be so goddamn easy to avoid Jack forever by just ruling earth from the moon and banning spaceships. he could be teleporting to all kinds of helpless planets without the technology to fight back and then just pillaging and plundering them. But no, all he wants to do is keep on squeezing Earth.

There's no sign he has any political ties or alliances (or rivalries or brewing wars) with the dictators of other planets; there isn't even any evidence that he goes to normal non-dictator-ruled worlds like "I heard you have too many criminals and you want to get rid of them! I have a suggestion: are you familiar with the concept of Australia?" Instead he just sends out an invite and hopes criminals find it.

And when he's on Earth we never see him, like... GO places. The only times he ever seems to leave his castle are when it's necessary to deal with some business, usually dealing with Jack: to attack him, to recruit someone to attack him, to raise some zombies to attack him, to pretend to be a hot babe and/or a hermit and/or another hot babe to mislead him before attacking him... like he never goes down to the slave mines to laugh at his slaves, he never goes to gladiatorial rings to watch the fights, he never just wanders around his cities kicking puppies and stealing candy from babies and handing murderers gift cards to Weapons R Us, never goes on cruises...

He really is a tree: rooted in one spot, and it's a pain in the ass and a huge chore to uproot him and drag him somewhere else.

If you were to stick him in a modern human AU he'd be that guy with a work-from-home job who spends all of his spare time customizing his home's interior decor—buying new furniture online, painting the walls himself, gets all his groceries via delivery, hasn't seen the sun in three months and hasn't noticed. And he's perfectly content with it.

13. And that's another thing about him: he's content. I truly believe that, before Jack shows up, he's happy and living his best life and absolutely thriving. He's got bingo on his Maslow's hierarchy of needs. He's living out his wildest dreams. He's reached all his life's ambitions and they were just as good as he expected and now he's making fresh new ambitions. He's doing SO great. He's the happiest person on Earth, and not just because he's making everyone else miserable.

A lot of times in stories (and in life) you expect evildoers doing evil to be secretly miserable and depressed and broken and hiding from their psychological demons and that's the reason they're so cruel in the first place. But like, that applies to humans, who are generally psychologically wired to find fulfillment in doing & receiving the things that most of us agree are "good," and so if a human's doing wicked things most of the time it means it's because something's gone terribly wrong in their lives to make this course of action seem necessary or correct.

But Aku's born evil, wired evil, spiritually evil. What breaks a human's soul nourishes Aku's soul.

14. You know how sometimes after a villain with a tragic backstory does something evil and everyone's like WHY, they break down, and in tortured anguish—likely with bitter angry tears—they explain what horrible tragedy befell them to make them this wrong, this twisted, this broken, and how this experience they went through and the terrible things they're doing now are poisoning them from the inside and hollowing them out into a bitter crumbling husk of the person they should be?

That's the kind of reaction you'd get if Aku helped a little old lady carry her groceries home.

he donates money to a charity to end homelessness and is sick with guilt & disgust & self-loathing. He helps a child do their homework and feels like he's dead inside, he goes home and stares in the mirror and wonders if the real him is even alive anymore. What terrible tragedy would have to befall him to turn him into such a broken shadow of his former self.

a lot of times inherently evil characters are written as like "well they're not really INHERENTLY evil, they've just been convinced evil is good but they can be changed and that'd be good for them" or as like "they're evil so they treat goodness like it's got cooties and it's played for laughs." I think we can push the envelope, take it more seriously, try to REALLY imagine the world from the character's perspective. Wouldn't an evil character doing evil feel the same way as a good character doing good? Wouldn't an evil character doing good feel the same way as a good character doing evil—and wouldn't it take the same sort of extreme circumstances to push them to act against their morals like that?

15. Aku's got pretty good manners? We see this several times: the two that most prominently come to mind to me are the moment he's born, when his very first words are "You! Thank you!"; and the time he ordered an (EXTRA THICC) mercenary and was a very polite and patient customer on the phone, like if you're working in a call center a customer like Aku is a dream. Apparently good etiquette is morally neutral. Add to this some other unexpected traits he has that are usually considered "good": tidy, hates messes (in his home, anyway). Sees children mockng him and decides to read them bedtime stories rather than murder them? Leaves an away message to let visitors know he's unavailable when he's occupied being a depressed lump.

In a lot of ways, Aku would make, like... an ideal neighbor, housemate, roommate, customer, etc. Except for all the evil, and the way he eye lasers anyone the moment they annoy him. But if you put aside the evil he's a well put-together guy with generally quite pleasant habits. He'd probably put the toilet seat back down after using it. But he probably lifted the toilet seat in the first place because he was flushing your still-living pet hamster down the toilet.

And that's enough of that I think.

#anonymous #ask #samurai jack #aku #headcanons #meta #chemical aku #(<- that's for headcanon number 4. that's what we're calling that AU now)

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grimeclown · 2 months ago

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I do have q hard time sympathizing with grimes over the shit Elon is putting her through. Girl with "anti-imperialist" in her Twitter bio let the apartheid emerald mine nepo baby billionaire put 3 whole kids in yer and they named the last one Techno Mechanicus

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toruro · 5 months ago

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euphoria

genre: smut ish idk(18+ / mdni), college au, asshole seokmin ...

tags: oral (m receiving), pet names (sweetie, baby), idk. he's kinda condescending lol

w/c: 2k

a/n: @cryoculus U SENT AN ASK ABT SOMETHING LIKE THIS LIKE A YEAR AGO IM CRYING T-T i'm sosorry if this shit doesn't make sense i wrote the whole thing while high idk what happened to this .... it's a little different from what u asked but i hope u enjoy!!! also thanks to em for reading this over for me (i didn't trasnfer any of the edits she gave me because i'm lazy but it's the thought that counts <3)

[11:41 PM]

You have a feeling you're going to get an earful from your friends the next morning, but as Seokmin's warm fingers wrap around your wrist and tug you through the hall, you can hardly say you care.

It's not a big deal! You swear!

It's just ... you might have boasted about not being a victim of the thirteen heartthrobs of campus a few nights before. And ... you might be heading off to a fun, fun night, hand in hand with one of such proclaimed men.

Fuck.

It's not like you intended to end up in a bed with Seokmin tonight but also ... everyone knows Seokmin's different. Isn't he?

He's a sweet boy with a sweet smile and a sweet mouth. Girls loved him, boys loved him, professors loved him—everyone damn person on campus loved him, and maybe you kinda loved him too.

It just happened so naturally, you swear! Catching up over a beer and the blaring techno—you two were partners in one of your first labs, and you think it's just on brand for him to still remember you years later—casual pleasantries and greeting hugs soon turned into sly remarks and hot, brisk touches.

He was leading the way before you know it, out to his car and to his place and—okay, you get it! You get it! Everyone knows you aren't fond of those 13 boys but, you mean—this is Seokmin. There's no way he could be an asshole, right?

[12:05 AM]

Your skin is on fucking fire.

Pushing you against the door as soon as you get into his apartment, Seokmin's lips are on yours and you swear you're in heaven. Plump lips sucking against yours, tongues kissing in your hot mouths as his hands run all up and over you. Grabbing at your skin, massaging the soft flesh of your waist, thigh slowly slotting between yours and something inside of you just melts at the thought of what's going to happen tonight.

Because holy hell, Seokmin's a nice guy, but something about the way his fingers are firm on your skin, teeth clashing against yours as he kisses you deeply as he presses you into the door ... shit, you might just go crazy.

He's whispering in your ear—all that "tell me when to stop" stuff—and then you're nodding, tellin' him that you "need him now," and so Seokmin wastes no time before tugging you into his room. He gently pushes you toward his bed, the back of your knees hitting the mattress and crumbling against the sheets. Standing by the door, under the dim light on his nightstand, you catch the golden glow of his skin and something in your core quivers.

"You look ... really fucking hot," he says all breathy and all, walking closer to you at steadfast pace that increases along with your heartbeat.

Fuck, he's really hot. Veins all big and bulging as he gets nearer and nearer until—fuck, he's standing right in front of you. Waist right by your head, you swallow a hard but bubbling lump in your throat, glancing up at Seokmin's pretty, pretty eyes.

"G'na suck me off sweetie?" he says so kindly you might just fold in on yourself at the thought of having his dick in your mouth, and so you nod your head with your lips parted and eyes wide.

Now, there isn't really anything kind about the way he grabs your hand, placing them on the belt of his jeans as he watches you expectantly. "Well go on baby," he coos and then you realize for a moment that Seokmin might not just be as kind as he lets on but ... oh fuck, he's so damn hot when he watches you from above, dark glint in his eyes when you work your fingers through the belt.

And so in your horny haze, lust pounding in your bloodstream, you unzip his jeans and tug down the waistband and his boxers in one go. His cock slips out, all hard and glistening from the pretty beads of pre-cum that dribble over the veins, the curves of his length.

You're so distracted by the mere sight of him, his tight shirt also riding up his abs and giving you a glance at the peaks and valleys of muscle that lie beneath. Seokmin pulls you back into reality quickly when you feel something hard and sticky hit your cheek and—oh.

Fuck, you wonder when you started being turned on by such dirty things.

Your hot cunt clenches when you feel Seokmin's thick cock gently slap on your other cheek, lips finally parting and instinctively sticking your tongue out. "Finally picking up, huh ..." he mutters and you think you might cum in an instant. "There you go sweetie," Seokmin continues, wrapping his hand at the base of your cock and letting the heavy tip fall against your tongue. "You know what to do, don't you?"

It sounds like a challenge, almost. That little glint in his eye and your mind's going dizzy at just the taste of his cock. Fuck, you're going to have one hell of a night.

[08:14 AM]

Damn it.

When you open your eyes the first time this morning, you realize you're in a bed, naked, and it would all be fine if only it wasn't any bed but yours.

God-fucking-damn it.

It rings in your head as you blink awake, only to be clouded with images from the night before ... your fingers digging into the hard muscle of a tough back ... hot, sticky skin flush against each other, strings of curses flowing from your lops ... fat cock stretching you out while it's buried s'deep inside of you ... his—

Lee Seokmin.

Oh my god.

Oh my god, you just slept with Lee Seokmin.

Fuck, you're friends are never going to let you hear the end of this when they find out you had sex with Lee fucking Seokmin just the night before.

You jolt out up at the realization, frantically looking around only to find yourself alone in his room. Where the hell is he? Your mind races through all the possibilities: You know you're at his apartment but is here too? Somewhere else? There's no way he left you here alone ... right? Oh my god—did he sleep next to you? Where in the fuck is—

You throw the blanket off your body and attempt to slide off the bed to figure out what the hell is going on, but just as you do so, a pang of pain streams through your lower half.

A soft whimper escapes your lip at both the pain and the realization that Seokmin fucked you so good the night before that he's left you sore all over. God, you can't remember the last time you had a fuck this good.

Just as quickly as the thought pops into your mind, you push it away. What are you thinking?! You shouldn't be thinking like this—for fuck's sake, you told everyone that you'd never, ever sleep with one of them! Even Seokmin, despite his sunshine allegations. Should have fuckin' known he wasn't the sweetest one of the lot ... but looking back on your night, you're not sure if you cared.

After all, Seokmin was hot. Hot as hell, and—

Your thoughts are interrupted by the creak of a door. Instinctively, you grab the sheets and bunch it up close to your chest, hoping to shield your bare body from whoever walks. The first thing you see when you glance at who's walked in a familiar, chiseled jawline, and a deceivingly sweet smile.

When you take another second to glance over his figure, something in your stomach churns. He's shirtless—of-fucking-course he is—with dark se

"Morning sweetie," Seokmin sings, and you swear you hear a tinge of that mean, mean voice you heard last night. He walks in with a glass of water, and you don't say anything as he walks over to the side of the bed you're on. You clutch the sheets closer to your chest, and you swear you hear him chuckle softly. "I've seen you in much less pretty—not sure why you're hiding now."

Your cheeks burn at the statement, and you break eye contact, unsure of what to say. "I ... I—whatever. I should probably head out," you say softly, eyes stuck on the ground as you reach for your panties that somehow ended up on the ground overnight.

You feel Seokmin's gaze on you as he walks over, holding his arm out to you. You don't move, and he rolls his eyes.

"C'mon, take the drink," he urges you, holding the glass closer to your lips. You narrow your eyes at him. "It's just water," he chuckles. "You know you want some."

Huffing, you open your mouth, eyes locking with Seokmin's. You're challenging him before you even realize it. You never took him as the confrontational type, but with some unknown buzz coursing through your veins, something inside you wants to see what'll happen when you push his buttons.

Something tugs at the edge of Seokmin's lips. You swear it's a smirk, as he holds the glass to your lips, tipping it slightly so the water meets your mouth. Slowly, you drink as he feeds you, and all is normal until he tilts it a little to high and—

"Oh—oh oops," Seokmin coos when you glance down, water spilling all over your collarbone and slipping under the fabric of his duvet that covers your chest. A few drops dribble past the corner of your lips and off your chin as you glare at him when he pulls the glass away. "You're gonna have to clean up the mess you made, you know?"

You scoff, hugging the cover closer to your chest. "You mean the mess you made," you shoot back, slightly cringing at the feeling of wet cloth against your skin. Seokmin's closer to you now, and you're trying to not let it get to you.

His hips are positioned close to your head, bare abdomen right in your direct line of sight, and you swear there's a tent in his pants but you also swear that you're trying not to look but—

"C'mon, you know you wanna," Seokmin tells you, and suddenly his hand is on your chin, tilting your head up to look you in the eye.

"Wanna what?" you retort.

"Stop playin' hard to get sweetie," Seokmin scoffs, and you hate the way you feel a gush between your legs. "You know you want me to clean you up."

"I don't know what you're talking abo—"

You cut yourself off with a small gasp of surprise when Seokmin drops to his knees by the edge of the bed next to you, positioning himself right by your legs. His face is close to your covered chest now, but almost instinctively, you loosen your grip on the duvet. Seokmin notices, and smirks.

"There we go," he hums, fingers tracing over the figure of your body as he scoots closer. He inches his face closer to your neck, nose brushing of your collarbone making you shudder. "Drop the act baby ... we both know there's a reason your still here."

You contemplate the different ways that this moment can go down, but all of them end with the same vision: hot, heavy, wet, and—

"Please," you whimper, spreading your legs over the edge of the bed so Seokmin can place himself right between them. "Please," the words escape your lips again, even more desperate than the first.

You feel Seokmin's lips curve at the sound, and all you can think about is how in the world you're going to explain this to your friends.

God fucking damnit.

#dk x reader #seokmin x reader #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom smut #seokmin imagines #seokmin smut #lee seokmin x reader #lee seokmin smut #dk smut #💌 drabbles

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flamtatiousstaffos · 4 days ago

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Sharp gang Halloween costumes

(Jake and Ana will be included in the maverick class one and Bustar will be included in this one)

Alexis- Jason(Friday the 13)

Sterling- peanut butter

Kate- jam/jelly

Vasilya- a dragon

Tayrin- a knight

Kayla/charlie- Eddie and venom (venom)

Benny- a woman/drag

Champagne- the gopher (mvt)

Zashetnik (the fucking squirrel)- Alvin (Alvin and the chipmunks)

Archibald- a God

Harold- Jinx (arcane)

Bustar- Vi/violet (arcane)

Skinner/syth-ash ketchum (Pokémon (image 8 foot tall cereal killer ash))

Astra- sexy cat girl

Heath- zeus

Torali-Legolas (lord of the rings)

Mara-a cat

Dresden- the rock(get it >:3)

Eloise(she shouldn’t be on this list but fuck it)- silko (arcane)

Tarsa-Cathrin of Aragon

Techno zeus-Anna Boleyn

Pale-Jane Seymour

Anubis-Anna of cleves

Fraya - Kathryn Howard

Tell me if I forgot anyone

#popcross studios #popcross #popcrossstudios #multiverse tales #mvt

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sunberies · 11 months ago

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#artdump 🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️

1st slide!!

These are Rosie’s BFFS :3 the Techno Troll is Juno and the rock troll is Blaze 😋 this is them coming back from a party, cause my girl Rosie may be a book worm, and maybe a slight Twilight Sparkle rip-off, but she was a complete party animal in her early 20s :) also these three are part of a band with Sunny and some other trolls I have yet to create 😭

SLIDE TWO!

QUEEN ROSIE OMG!!! As written next to her(sorry for terrible handwriting..) she was totally ready to become queen, and super excited for it! Sunny was also happy cause as he says “You got all the brains, and I got the good looks😚” Also tried to base her crown on some evening primroses hence the flowers :3

Slide threee notfouurrr :)

Rosie being a little shit and getting put in air jail by her mother the beautiful Queen of Pop, Poppy :3🩷

Slide four~

S-self insert..,.. 🤯

AnyWAYYSSSS HOPE YOU ENJOY DONT FORGET TO FIND THINGS THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO MOULD THEM WITH YOUR BARE HANDS!!! 😚😚😋😋🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

#my art #trolls #trolls art #dreamworks trolls #poppy trolls #trolls au #broppy kid #broppy #drawing #art dump

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playgirlcati · 6 months ago

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https://www.instagram.com/_pamsem__

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frenchkisstheabyss · 1 year ago

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⛧𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝙸𝙸⛧

⛧ Pairing: poly!slasher!minsung x chubby!fem!reader

⛧ Genre: slasher au/horror/fluff/angst

⛧ Summary: It's been two weeks since that fateful night your crushes revealed their killer hobby to you. You promise yourself you'll never look back but your ties to each other can't be severed so easily. Especially not when your own gruesome urges begin to creep in and an unexpected visitor gives you the perfect opportunity to set them free. Do you have it in you to resist or are you destined to return to them?

⛧ Word Count: 2.1k-ish

⛧ Warnings: horror elements, masturbation (f w/ vibrator), blood, violence (none between you 3 though. you psychos love each other too much), someone breaks into reader's house w/ short fight scene after, erotic homicidal urges, dead bodies, strong language, you become a killer bby girl, suggestive convos, everyone gets kinda sentimental, & that's all.

⛧ A/N: I'm such a spooky girl at my core (it's where my writing roots are) so it's been fun writing this dark comedy/romance and I love you forever if you're joining this quite odd ride with me.

Also thank youuu @imperfectlyperfectprincess1 and @lxsunshine for asking to be tagged! I've never really had a tag list but if anyone else wants to be, totally let me know! 🖤

💀 <<< Rewind to Tape 1 <<< 💀

Somewhere along the way your wires got crossed. You could blame it on Han and Minho for what they did but that’d be unfair wouldn’t it? What they uncovered in you—the same darkness lurking within themselves—has alway been here and it refuses to be buried again. But you try.

It’s been a long 15 minutes soaking in this bath with one leg draped over the side of the tub and your waterproof vibrator buzzing away beneath the lilac bubbles. Music plays in your headphones, ambient tunes meant to melt the tension from your body. Squeezing your eyes shut you try—you really try—to chase off intrusive visions of two sickeningly handsome psychopaths. You don’t want to remember what you saw that night but the picture’s so clear in your head that it might as well be playing out in front of you all over again.

For the few seconds that you manage to shake the thought, your vibrator feels useless. It hums against your walls with all the enjoyment of a leg that’s fallen asleep. But when the image snaps back into frame—them standing there in nearly nothing, blood dripping down their bodies—it feels heavenly. The pleasure travels through you in pulses, spreading further out the longer you indulge in your memories.

This isn’t right. You have to stop. You know you do. So do it. You can’t. Lie to yourself all you want but this is what you need. Water splashes onto the floor as your leg slips into the tub, moans dancing freely from your lips. Your heart thumps like a techno beat, battling the light music in your headphones for dominance.

The pressure in your lower belly overtakes you, dangerously close to erupting. Crashing into your high, your eyes fall open and you’re met with a face you haven’t seen in months. You open your mouth to scream but a hand is already around your throat, dragging you out of the bathtub.

“Where’s my brother?” the man shouts, the dim lighting in the bathroom only partially concealing a face twisted with rage.

You claw at his hands, nails slicing through his skin like razors. He grunts, gripping his bloody hand, and tosses you across the floor. A framed picture crashes to the floor as you hit the wall with a thud, your ears ringing at the impact. Turning to lunge at you again, he trips on the soaking wet bath mat and falls at your feet. You latch onto the toilet, struggling to pull yourself up when you’re still covered in bubbles.

“I know you know something! So tell me!” he demands, catching you by the ankle. He uses all of his strength to drag you down but you’re too slippery to hold onto.

“I don’t know where your fucking brother is!” you scream, grabbing onto the toilet tank. Tucking your fingers under the lip of the heavy lid, you pull at it as hard as you can.

“You’re lying! Either tell me what happened or I’ll make you, you fucking bi—”

Ding! You swing around and crack him in the head with the porcelain lid. He stares up, not particularly at you, his gaze empty. Everything goes dark for him, blood gushing down his head, and he’s down. High off of adrenaline, you toss on your robe and run for the phone at the end of the hall. Hands shaking, tears running down your cheeks, you pick it up to call the cops. But something stops you.

Instinct takes over and your fingers are already dialing the new number. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and find yourself fixated on the bloody skin under your nails. The line rings so many times that you almost think no one will answer.

“My baby!” Han cheers on the other end of the call, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. “I missed you.”

There’s some shuffling followed by Minho’s voice, “We missed you!”

You flick the skin from under your nails, smiling to yourself. “Hi boys,” you sniffle, knowing there’s no turning back, “I missed you too. You wouldn’t happen to be, uh, busy tonight would you?”

Minho feels like an old man who can’t get his dick up. It might actually be easier if he were. At least then there’d be a pill to fix what he’s going through. Ever since you walked out that door both he and Han have had the worst dry spell they’ve ever experienced. The only dry spell they’ve ever experienced. The last body they touched was your ex’s. They threw it, every last piece of it, somewhere no one would ever find him and left it at that. It just wasn’t fun anymore.

Detectives call what they’re going through a “cooling off” period. It’s the time between murders when a serial killer returns to their normal lives, biding their time until they can kill again. Poking his spoon around in a bowl of soggy cereal, a pouty Minho doubts that’ll happen any time soon. “I hate this!” he whines, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

Han pushes his legs away, flopping down beside him on the couch, “Get your feet off my coffee table.”

“Meh meh meh meh meh meh meh” Minho mocks, deflating when it hits him that he can hardly enjoy picking on Han anymore.

Han scooches closer to Minho, offering him a shoulder to lay his head on. Minho takes it, feeling Han’s sadness without having to see the heartbroken look on his face. No matter how much he teases him, Han’s his best friend. They’re brothers. They understand each other like no one else can and he knows how badly Han hoped you would too.

“You wanna go to the medical history museum tomorrow?” Minho asks, calling upon all of his cuteness to make Han happy.

Han doesn’t answer but exhales a “Hmm…” that signals he might be interested.

Minho bats his eyelashes, laying it on heavy, “Come on, they have the world’s largest collection of human skulls. You know you love good head. I mean, no, wait, that didn’t…shit.” Han hangs his head, laughing so hard it makes him wheeze. “Why would you say that? Just why?”

Minho sits up, elbowing him in the side, “Fuck you. I was trying to cheer you up.”

Han throws his arms around Minho, hugging him tightly, “Stop sulking! I’ll go! Who needs a girl when you have the world’s largest collection of human skulls, ya know?”

Minho narrows his eyes, resisting the urge to fight against the hug just this once. Deep down inside, really deep, he loves it. “Exactly” he huffs, “Women are a distraction anyway. We’re better off without her.”

Ring! Ring! Ring! The sound of the phone sucks all of the air from the room and their stomachs collectively sink. In record time they’re halfway across the room, pushing each other out of the way to check the caller ID. Your name flashes on it and Han snatches it up just as Minho’s fingers graze the buttons.

Han answers the phone, almost too excited to contain himself, “My baby!” Minho folds his arms, quietly judging Han for being such a dork about this.

“I missed you” Han says, lower this time, his back turned to Minho.

What happened to not needing you? What happened to being better off without you? Oh, fuck it.

Minho steals the phone, blushing so hard his ears turn red, “We missed you.”

A minimum of six traffic laws were broken when the boys realized something had happened to you. Of course you couldn’t tell them the incriminating details over the phone. Luckily, hearing you cry was more than enough for them to stop everything and speed across the city to check on you. They really only cared about seeing you again but the presence of a possibly dead body doesn’t hurt.

In your second stroke of luck tonight, if you can call it that, you’re positive no one knows he’s here. There’s nothing on him to track him by. He came only with the tools he used to break in and a taser he no doubt intended to use on you. And there won’t be any fuss from your downstairs neighbor. She hasn’t been able to hear since 1982. All that’s left is the matter of what to do with him.

Gathered in your bathroom, the three of you stand over the body carefully watching for signs of life. Han and Minho glance at each other behind your back. They’re both wondering the same thing but don’t know how to ask. They play a quick game of rock, paper, scissors. Han’s rock and he hates that for himself. Minho’s paper and he’s never been happier. Minho mouths, “Loser” and Han flips him off.

“Baby” Han says sweetly, holding your hand, “Were you and this guy, like…”

You stare at him, happy to be holding his hand but genuinely confused, “Were we?” Reading the room, you pick up on what they mean. “No, no, no! Never! This…” you say, kicking the motionless body, “Is my ex’s shithead brother. He broke in cause he wants to know where his brother is.”

Minho shrugs, pulling the belt to your bathrobe out, “Let’s make sure they’re reunited then shall we?” He wraps the belt around each hand a few times until there’s tension in the fabric and just enough room to fit a human neck. Minho sits down on the floor, positioning the man’s head in his lap. He’s ready to tighten the belt around his neck but there’s something bugging him. “Do you guys hear that?”

You all listen closely, picking up on a nearly inaudible buzzing. Han follows the sound over to the bathtub where the bubbles have long dissolved and spots the source immediately. He rolls his sleeves up and reaches into the water, pulling out your vibrator.

“Oh my god. Give it here!” you shriek, taking it and switching it off. You toss it in the cabinet under the sink, unable to handle how much they’re obviously loving this. “So, did you come at least?” Minho asks, relaxing his hold on the belt.

“I’m not answering that.”

Han’s studied you enough to tell when you’re lying. “She did! Did you think about us when you did it?”

Minho giggles, far too pleased with himself, “She did.”

“Go to hell!” you snap, getting on your knees beside Minho. You take the belt from him, winding it around your hands the same way that he did. “Show me.”

Your boldness throws them off—this is far from what they were expecting—but they don’t hesitate to guide you. Han joins you on the other side, showing you how to hold the belt properly. Minho checks the pulse before propping the body up for you. It’s weak but it’s there. It feels natural to be doing this together, like the space between them was always meant to be one you’d inhabit.

“Thanks for coming, you guys” you say, seconds from strangling a man, “Most guys won’t even buy me flowers and you risked the electric chair for me. That’s way sweet”

“You’re worth risking the electric chair for” Han coos, kissing you on the cheek.

Minho nods in agreement, kissing you on the other cheek, “Cutie.”

Your cheeks are so warm and you can’t stop yourself from smiling. You’re basically glowing at the love being poured into you. It’s perfect enough that you regret running away from it to begin with but that won’t happen this time.

“Aah!” the man croaks, shooting back into consciousness. He tries to sit up but you use the belt to hold him down, squeezing it as hard as you can around his neck. You lock your legs around him, something they didn’t need to instruct you to do, and hang on until he goes limp. They look at you like they’re terrified of you, afraid to make any sudden movements in case you’re in the mood to come for them too.

Han takes him by the wrist, checking his pulse, “He’s…dead. Holy shit. You killed a guy.”

“I killed a guy?”

“You did! Good girl” Minho applauds, breaking out into a happy dance.

You and Han join him, dancing to totally different songs in your head but celebrating together nonetheless. Han gets up from the floor, dusting himself off, “Now you’ve just gotta chop him up. Got any food in your fridge? I’m hungry.” He wanders off to the kitchen, leaving you and Minho alone in the bathroom.

Minho gets up too, kissing you on the top of the head. “I could use a midnight snack too” he yawns following Han’s lead, “Be careful with the radial artery, love. It bleeds like a bitch.”

Pushing the body off of you, you hop up to chase after them. “Wait! You’re ditching me for snacks? I don’t have the tools for this. And what the fuck is a radial artery?”

#stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids angst #stray kids au #minsung x reader #han jisung x reader #lee know x reader #han jisung angst #lee know angst #lee know x you #han jisung x you #chubby reader #plus size reader

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clairedaring · 7 months ago

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Sneak Peak of the Cutting-Edge Futuristic Netflix Thai Original ‘Tomorrow and I’

What happens when hyper-advanced technology collides with traditional Thai beliefs and customs? Discover the answers in Tomorrow and I, a four episode anthology series that takes viewers on a journey through a futuristic Thailand where technology has become an inescapable part of daily life.

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starrycloak · 3 months ago

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still on my st trolls au lmao -some fem!byler and fem!miwi doods, anyone?

^ instead of a friendship watch, millow wear friendship bracelets with petrified candy in each other's colors <3

^ i think mike/mich (but moreso mich) was the first to realize will/willow's hugs and good bye kisses one day suddenly felt different, but good different -not that she'd know what to call that feeling yet lol. also, while mike/mich's ears would gradually drop through their teen years (and almost nobody would notice :')), you better believe just somebody's smile was enough to make them go up.

^ pictured: most evenings of november and the first half of december of '84. i think the girls, as kids, used to be more physically affectionate (even with willow's newfound feelings) and, with willow having so much trouble falling asleep during winter, they would cuddle and fall asleep watching movies while tangling their socks for warmth <3

(also yes, willow's pj pants have sparkles and stars)

more hcs under the cut

as shown in my last wip, will (and willow here) is a rock troll -new wave, to be precise. joyce is half pop -making her folk rock-, and will takes after her with his slightly brighter colors. jon's -post punk-, meanwhile, are a bit duller, and he was the only one who inherited the pop trait of "going gray" after going though so much shit + yeah lonnie's muddy colors, for starters, didn't help)

all the wheelers are pop trolls, with karen being a glitter troll, mike (mich here) and nancy only getting some glitter freckles (mike more than nancy), and holly almost being her mom's splitting image, minus the texture of her hair and the lack of glitter.

----karen, like many other pop trolls whose lives are not exactly full of joy (e.g. Chrissy), wears body paint to hide her dulling colors, as well as some special type of earings that hold her ears up, since they have also gotten droopy. in s1, the party uses them as part of el's disguise to hide the shape of her techno ears, as techno trolls were not common in 'the heartland', much less genetically altered techno-pop-rock trolls with powers who are actually a rock troll's alter manifesting in the material world

-----funfact: karen and holly (third pic) are the only wheelers who wear their hair up, as all pop trolls should. nancy used to do the same before losing barb and, from then on, tried v hard to get her hair to stay up while dating steve, but ultimatelygave up altogether during her mission with jon in s2. mike had the plausible deniability of keeping his hair short yet somewhat voluminous (making it appear up, moreso in s3) until s4, when he allows himself to let it fall completely. as for mich here, as a kid she always went for short yet puffy ponytails and pigtails, yet they always so-happened to drop to the base of her head (except for s3, when she donned a madonna-inspired side ponytail that she desperately tried to keep up lmao.) in s4, she cuts her hair quite short and it, naturally, stays down wink wink.

-----ted went mostly gray many years ago. He only wears body paint outside, unlike karen (and nope, no substance brings back colors, not even temporarily :c )

#mike/michelle's palette is outdated look away pls #and willow's almost wearing 4x01 el's outfit shoot #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #fem byler #st trolls au #trolls au #trolls fanart #stranger things #stranger things fanart #millow #lesbyler #miwi #apocopedraws #im cringe but im free #byler endgame #byler headcanon

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fairlyang · 1 year ago

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El perdedor 🕷️

finding your ex at the club

w/c: 2.7K

pairing: ex!miguel x latina!reader

tags: rebound, dancing, a lil gay if you squint, shaking ass, jealousy, delulu ex, slowly folding

notes: i posted this shit back in june and when I was reposting everything I really didn’t wanna repost this one but I think there’s more latinas here entonces para ustedes mis amores <3 (only thing I changed from this was the pov bc it was so bad LMAO but it was my 4th fic of mig)

You roll your eyes at your new fling's friend after making a nasty joke of a girl who just walked past you. He takes notice and tells you to stop being so uptight. "Then stop being such a dick." You say and he snorts.

You roll your eyes and look away from him. Having to deal with this bullshit just for some mediocre dick with alright dirty talk? Probably one of my worst decisions to date.

Next to breaking up with Miguel.... But your ego will never let you admit that you miss him and his won't either, clearly since it's been two months. But you couldn't wait around to find out so you’ve been fooling around a bit. Nothing serious since you’re not in the right headspace for that and Daniel knows that. Just here for the drinks, alright sex, and decent conversations.

You’re in line to get into a club but as it's almost midnight it's the hot hour of everyone wanting to get wasted. "Why can't we go to another club? This line is so fucking long-" a girl from fling's friend group asks.

"This is the only one with incredible strippe-"

You groan and shake your head. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"It's none of your business actua-"

"You two didn't break up though, Y/n kinda has a point....." Daniel speaks up and he pretends to cry.

"Whah whah- so what? She thinks she can still be friends with her ex while being with me? Then I'll just have my own fun." He says with a smirk and you have the most disgusted look on your face ever.

The other girl does as well and just shakes her head. The lines finally starts moving and at a fast pace actually until it stops with the people in front of you showing the bouncers their ids. You get your out from your bra making the annoying asshole smirk. "Fuck off."

He holds up his hands in defense and Daniel moves to stand next to you. "Soon as we're in there he's gonna be out of our hands alright?" He whispers and you just nod.

The people in front of you finally show them and you step forward. You give it to the bouncer to the left and he looks at it and feels it for a few seconds before handing it back and nods. You move forward, putting it in your phone case, and wait for Daniel to get his checked and you step into the first set of doors. You both wait for the other two and you can instantly smell all the sweat and alcohol. Amazing.

They both finally join you and walk ahead of you, not caring you guys waited. You give Daniel a look and he shrugs. Asshole goes straight to where there are indeed strippers and home girl was nowhere to be seen. That was fast.

"So drinks?" Daniel asks and you nod following him to the main bar.

You walk through people just standing around by booths and table and other who are just making out. You make it to the bar and Daniel says something you can't hear because of the loud techno with pop music. The bartender takes out two shot glasses and fills them to the very top. Daniel picks them both up and gives you yours.

You raise it up and bring it to your mouth and swallow it fast. You gag a little and he laughs. "You fine with just one?"

"For now yeah I think." You say and put the glass back on the counter nodding to the bartender.

You turn back around and watch as Daniel is looking over at a booth almost near the entrance. How can he even see that far.....

You squint but know you have fucked up eye sight so you just stop. "Oh shit- wait here I think I just recognized someone-" he says and starts walking away.

You blink and call out after him, "you're leaving me like that??"

"I'll make it up to you." He turns to look at you then walks away making you roll your eyes. The audacity.

You let out a sigh and shake your head. Dickhead. You turn back to the bar and take a seat. "Another shot please and can you put it on my friend's tab?" You ask with a slight smirk.

He laughs and nods taking out a clean shot glass and once again filling it to the brim. You smile and grab it, then swallow it faster than the first. You don't gag too bad this time and put the glass down. Then your head snaps to the speakers within hearing one singular second of Gasolina by daddy yankee.

You make your way to the dance floor and move in towards the middle where there's a group of girls just dancing with each other. You smile and just dance next to them when one of them grabs your hand and dances with you. You laugh and move your hips to the beat while singing the lyrics with the other girls. All the girls are dancing with each other and taking turns with each other.

You ended up swapping places with another girl and she had the brightest smile while shaking her ass a bit on you. Which was fine because who doesn't like dancing and shaking ass with the girlies to this song?

Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo' motore'

Que se preparen que lo que viene es pa' que le den (duro)

The first girl you were with found you again and stands in front of you and grinds against you to the beat. You held her hips and she grabs your other hand to hold it. So cute.

You switch off with her, dancing on her then shaking a bit of ass on her, and she hypes you up, screaming and smacking it playfully. You turn around and start laughing which makes her do so as well. "Girl give me your number immediately!!" She screams and you nod as she passes me her phone.

"I love making new girlfriends cuando sale gasolina. Todas las hermosas salen y se tan divertido!" She screams and you nod. (I love making new girlfriends when gasolina plays. All the gorgeous girls come out and it's so much fun!)

"Rally up all the baddies with just one song." You scream back and she laughs.

"I'm Y/n by the way!"

"I'm Rosa! I gotta go but we should do this again!! You're an incredible dancing partner!" She exclaims and you grin.

"Anytime!!" You say and wave goodbye as she leaves.

You dance to the beat of the chorus of Perra by tokischa with the leftover girlies as you all scream the lyrics and one girl even got on all floors and crawled her way to her friend. You all screamed and you just burst out laughing until your stomach starts hurting and you have to stop to breathe.

Then you hear El Perdedor by Maluma start playing and you get excited because you love singing it.

Baby (¿Pa' qué me estás llamando?)

"Pa que me estás llamando???" You scream with the two other girls that were left from the little circle.

Dime si es verdad que él te trae loca

(Y ¿ahora es que te importa?) ¿Ah si?

You sing the lyrics but notice the girls already left so there's no more circle or a triangle and now you’re just surrounded by couples. Unfortunate.

Aún no lo creo, que en tan poco tiempo y ya besas otra boca

(De mala) ¿Qué?

You listen to the lyrics and widen your eyes. Seems a little too close to home....

Dime cuál fue mi error

Si mi único delito solo fue amarte

Hoy soy el perdedor (Bebé, no)

Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte

You feel a pit in your stomach suddenly unsure of what it is until you feel a person's presence standing behind you. Their hands grabs your hips bringing you closer to them and you widen your eyes.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando

They move your hair from the left side of your face and sing the lyrics to you. oh shit-

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Me parte el alma no volver a verte

"Al fin me toca verte...." He whispers directly in your ear leaving shivers down your spine and arms. (Finally I get to see you)

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

Sabes que no hay nadie como yo

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

No te engañes, no me olvidarás

"I know for you it isn't a lie... and have you told your new man you haven't forgotten about me?" He whispers as those lines play, leaving the lightest kisses below your ear. You pull away slightly pushing him off and turn to look at him.

Está claro que tú mereces alguien mejor

"And you're gonna tell me I deserve better than you?" You ask with a scoff staring right at Miguel O'hara's eyes making him smirk.

No sé en qué fallé, pero no hay otro como yo

Oye ma', dame otra oportunidad

Bien sabes no soy así, solo tú me haces rogar

Mirándome al espejo y peleando con mi ego

Si entre más me alejo, más te pienso

"There's no better than me sweetheart. But you really are the only one I'll ever beg for..." he says his hands slipping to your waist and bringing you as close to him as as possible.

"And I have been fighting my ego trying not to contact you...." he says and you can't believe he's just repeating the lyrics for you and them making complete sense to your situation.

Dime cuál fue mi error

Si mi único delito solo fue amarte

Hoy soy el perdedor

Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte

He whispers the lyrics softly to you then gets kind of annoyed at the last line making you snort.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Me parte el alma no volver a verte

"You have no fucking idea how badly the jealousy has been eating me alive..." he growls and you bite your lip.

"So did you tell him about me?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

Sabes que no hay nadie como yo

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

No te engañes, no me olvidarás

"Don't be st-stupid-" you say, not even able to keep a straight face or manage to keep the eye contact.

He scoffs and lifts your chin with two fingers to look up at him. Jesus.

Y si te da la gana de volver a verme

Estaré disponible para contestarte

Y yo sé que, por tu parte, no sientes rencores

Quizás mañana vuelvas pa' que te enamore (More')

"I'm actually not sure if you regret it.. but I know deep down you do." He says and you bite your tongue.

"Y envés de mañana," he whispers and moves his face to leave wet kisses on your neck, "tal ves quieres que te enamores de mi otra ves, ahorita mismo." (And instead of tomorrow, maybe you want to fall in love with me again, right now.)

Cuando tomábamos, lo hacíamos

Fumábamos, y reíamos

Éramos dos locos sin saber pa' dónde íbamos

Pero son cosas del destino

Al pasar el tiempo, tú cogiste tu camino

"E-estas loco- no ha- no hables tonterías." You say as your breathing is suddenly all over the place. (Y-you're crazy- don't ta- don't talk nonsense)

He comes up and nibbles on your ear, his hands dangerously near your ass while yours are on his chest.

Está claro que tú mereces alguien mejor

No sé en qué fallé, pero no hay otro como yo

Dime cuál fue mi error

Si mi único delito solo fue amarte

"Pues porque te pones tan nerviosa?" He whispers and you sigh. (Then why are you getting so nervous)

You feel like you can't even move but you’re not going to admit shit- you can't break that fucking easily.

Hoy soy el perdedor

Él me ha robado el truco para enamorarte

"Porque creo... que yo voy a ser el ganador. Ahora dime en donde está tu otro galán?" He pulls away and looks deep into your eyes. Fuck. (Because I think... that I'm going to be the winner. Now tell me where's your other hunk?)

"Just abandoned my ass- wait- MIGUEL- did you do something to him?!?" You mutter.

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

No puedo negarte, los celos me están matando

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Me parte el alma no volver a verte

"I'll answer your question if you tell me you love me." He says with a smirk making you groan.

"Miguel I'm not doing this shit with you right now-" you say trying to wiggle out of his grasp fast which you successfully do now trying your best to leave the dance floor.

But he catches up to you, grabs your arm and brings you close to him. Your back against his chest, your ass on his crotch. You bite your lip and shake your head. "Por que apenas vienes a encontrarme?" You look up at him and ask. (Why are you barely coming to find me?)

Y dime que me amas, aunque sea mentira

Sabes que no hay nadie como yo

Y dile en su cara que aún por mí suspiras

Que por mí suspiras, que no, que no, que no

Yo', baby

(Solo fue amarte) Y te hablo claro

He shifts uncomfortably for a second and looks around. "I haven't even been in our universe since the break up love...."

You turn to face him and widen your eyes. "Did something happen?" I ask with a worried expression.

¿Sabes qué?

Él no te hace el amor

No te trata bien

Y que yo fui el primero en tu vida

"I'm not telling you any more. I-I just didn't want to put your life at risk- and well I still don't." He says but it doesn't stop your heart beat from calming down.

"Y-you- can we leave?" You ask and he quickly nods. You hold onto his arm while you try to move past the crowds of people and to the exit.

You walk past the booths by the entrance and Danny was actually there- taking shots off some girl's tits. You roll your eyes and make a mental note to block his ass on everything. "So you really didn't do shit to him...." you mutter and he scoffs.

"You actually thought I did?" He responds sarcastically.

"You're insufferable." You say shaking your head trying to hide your smile.

You walk out the doors and you sigh. He takes the lead in walking you a couple blocks before he pulls up to an alleyway and you furrow your brows. He then makes sure no one is near and pushed a button on his watch so his suit can appear onto his skin. "Really? Instead of an Uber?" You tease and he rolls his eyes.

"Es más fácil." He says and motioning for you to step forward. (It’s easier)

"Claro! Lo que digas codo." You say laughing and holding onto him. (Of course! Whatever you say cheap-stake)

"Jump."

You do so and he suddenly has your legs wrapped around his waist by the side. "You know the drill cariño."

You nod and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. He swings you out and we're high up in the city. All the lights made the city look even prettier especially from up here. Though you never got use to it, the first few times you threw up after. You laugh at the memory and lean your head against his shoulder. You hear him sigh and you do so as well. You’ve missed him.

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translations (lazy to drag em up)

Baby! (Why are you calling me?)

Tell me if it's true that he makes you crazy

(And what's important to you?)

I still can't believe that after such little time you're already kissing someone else

What the hell?

Tell me where I messed up

If my only error was loving you

Today I'm the loser

They've stolen my trick to make you fall in love

And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

I can't deny you, this jealousy is killing me

And tell it to his face that you still breathe for me

My heart is splitting in two and I won't ever see you again

and tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

You can already see there is no one like me

and tell it to his face that you still breathe for me

Don't trick yourself, you know you won't ever forget me

It's clear that you deserve someone better

I don't know where I messed up but there is no one like me

Listen babe, give me another opportunity you know I'm not like this...you're the only one who can make me beg like this

Looking at myself in the mirror and fighting with my ego the further I get from you the more I think of you

Tell me where I messed up

If my only error was loving you

Today I'm the loser

They've stolen my trick to make you fall in love

And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

I can't deny you, this jealousy is killing me

And tell it to his face that you still breathe for me

My heart is splitting in two and I won't ever see you again

And tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

You can already see that there isn't anyone like me

and tell it to his face, that you still breathe for me

Don't trick yourself, you won't ever forget me

and if that makes you want to come back to me

I'll be waiting to answer you

I know that for your part you don't feel any resentment

Maybe tomorrow you'll be back to fall in love

When we used to drink we smashed, we filmed it, and we watched it

We were two crazy people not knowing where we were going

But that is talking about destiny

As time went on you chose your path

It's clear that you deserve someone better

I don't know where I messed up

But there isn't anyone like me

Tell me what my mistake was

If my only error was to love you

Today I'm the loser

They've stolen the trick to make you fall in love

And tell me that you love me even if it is a lie

I can't deny you, the jealous is killing me

and tell it to his face, that you're still breathing for me

My heart is splitting in to, I won't ever see you again

and tell me that you love me even if it's a lie

You can already see that there is no one like me

and tell it to his face that you're still breathing for me

Because of my breaths, you're not, you're not

And you know what?

He doesn't make love to you, he doesn't treat you right, and I was the first man in your life

#miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara x y/n #spiderman 2099

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