#hair repear

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Okay so thinking on Cousin Alenko and it's like: dude Izuku would be famous for his relationship to Shepard and like…

Imagine. You're Todoroki Shouto, son of the number two hero. You've been bred (like a dog and it sticks in your throat, choking you) to be a perfect hero. You've been trained since four, bloody knuckles and scars. You have a burn on your face from your mother, a broken woman trapped in her nightmares when she hurt you.

You go to UA, convinced no one else can beat you. You don't think about the fact you didn't get first in the recommendation exams- the girl who did literally makes things from her own body. You know your father is debating an arranged marriage.

You go to UA, thinking no one is more famous then you.

“Shepard Izuku?!?” is said when a green haired boy enters the classroom.

Shepard, the hero of the galaxy. The woman who took down the Repears. Who convinced a group of villains to use their shielding Quirks to protect Earth, Palavean, Thessia, Sur’Kesh, Tchunka and more. (not all could be protected but they tried so hard) You know she has a cousin- or one of her husbands do who is human and has publically spoken about wanting to be a Hero like All Might. You just didn't expect this.

Todoroki Shouto goes home to comment on this to his sister. His father overhears and demands he beat Shepard. That he needs to prove himself.

In a fit of spite, you decide to befriend him.

(it's the best choice you ever made)

[small-boy78]

Zetsubo's redesign

Instead of dye hair, she wears contacts who isn’t from her natural color eyes, to not be repeared

[saratogaroadwrites]

Adamantus (4/12)

Adamantus | saratogaroad rating: G+ total wordcount:  15,328 characters: Aulea Lucis Caelum, Regis Lucis Caelum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ardyn Lucis Caelum relationships: Aulea/Regis, Aulea & Noctis other tags: Mother-Son Relationship, Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence warnings: Character Death Starts The Plot

When Noctis is three years old, Regis takes ill. The doctor tells her that he will recover, that all will be well.

It isn't.

Aulea Lucis Caelum is left to raise a son on her own, knowing that a Kingdom depends on her strength and will to survive.

She will not lose him, too.

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"Aulea," Regis whispers to her, his voice a thrum beneath her ear, his heartbeat steady and alive beneath her cheek. She clings to him, unwilling to part so suddenly, so soon. He runs a hand through her hair, the sylleblossom scent on the breeze overpowering his cologne. "Aulea," He repears, "You must wake."

"I can't leave you," She whispers into his robes, "Not again."

"You must," He says firmly. He does not let her go, either. "Noctis needs you."

She stirs. Noctis....she raises her head and meets his eyes. He smiles that gentle smile she fell in love with so long ago.

"Wake."

"Majesty!"

Aulea has long outgrown rolling out of bed like a gangly teenager, tangled in sheets and duvet alike. She has yet, however, to outgrow tangling herself in her own nightgown as Asteria yanks her out of bed. Her mind clings to Regis, to the dream that was not a dream, and she blinks.

"What's--"

"We're under attack!"

Someone screams. A maid or staffmember somewhere in the halls. Aulea jolts awake; with Asteria still holding her hand she bolts from the room and into pure chaos. People are scrambling away, running through smoke filled halls for the stairs and elevators down, away from fire that seems to cling to the halls, the curtains, the rugs, the tapestries. Something explodes with a wave of heat that leaves Aulea sun-sensitive.

Daemons cackle. The Crownsguard pull upon her magic to summon their weapons, the binding ritual of the Crystal long since severed until they have no choice but to pull on her directly. She wavers, unsteady on her feet, and takes a step forward. She hears, distantly, Asteria calling to her son. Gladiolus responds in kind, his voice growing louder, but Aulea does not turn.

Noctis' quarters are down the hall that is on fire. She takes a step forward.

"Noctis!" She shouts, voice shrill, "Noctis!"

"Aulea!" Asteria grabs her by the arm and pulls, "Aulea, we have to go!"

Aulea twists and pulls, fighting like a wild Couerl, trying to pull free. Asteria just holds on tighter, Gladiolus clinging to her leg.

"Aulea!" She shouts again.

"Where is my son?!"

"Cor's gone to get him!" Cyril has to shout to be heard over the roar of fire and guards, Ignis held to his hip as he grabs Aulea's other arm, "They'll meet us in the courtyard--quickly!"

"Noctis!" Aulea shouts again as they drag her, skirts and hair trailing, down the emergency stairs. She must catch her footing or fall and so she does; she gathers her skirts and runs down fifty flights of stairs in what feels like an eternity but is really under ten minutes. When they arrive, the Courtyard before the Citadel is full of people coughing or screaming for their loved ones. Asteria wraps an arm around her shoulders, holding Gladio to her hip.

"Majesty!"

Cor. Aulea turns and her heart sinks to her feet. Cor is alone and looks like his world has come down around him.

"Where--" Her voice grows thick, tightens in her throat. "Where is Noctis?"

"The ways were blocked. I couldn't..."

Asteria gasps. Cyril, still holding Ignis to his chest, looks up with a curse. A window on the residential levels shatters in a ball of heat.

Aulea feels her world beginning to crumble. Her knees tremble, threaten to give way. First her beloved, and now her son? What more will the world take from her? What more do the Gods want?

Would they accept her life in exchange? She presses a hand to her mouth to try and hold back the keening wail building, a living thing clawing its way up her throat.

"Anybody lose a prince?" A young voice pipes up. Everyone turns and then--

"Mama!" Noctis shouts, running on bare feet up the stairs and straight into Aulea's arms. She collapses to her knees around him, skirts soaking in the evening dew. He's sootstained and there's a scrape on his arm, but he is alive. She sobs into his hair and holds him close, rocking him back and forth in an effort that is really more to comfort herself than her brave little boy. He clings to her with all his might, refusing to let go even as she manages to pull in a breath, compose herself enough to look at his savior.

Stars, he's just a boy!

Well, no, that's not fair. He's a young man, Galahdan by the look of his shaven and braided hairstyle, with kind eyes. He can't be any older than sixteen, soot-stained and hands reddened by heat, but his back is straight and he wears the soft night-black of the Crownsguard.

She doesn't recognize his face.

"What is your name?"

"Nyx Ulric, Majesty," He bows low, hand over his heart, "I was assigned to the residential detail three weeks ago."

One of Cor's hires from the citizens that now live in the Citadel, sprawling offices and conference rooms converted to apartments for those with nowhere else to go as the Wall continued to shrink and offer less and less protection for the outskirts of Insomnia. Refugees her Council suggested she turn away. Her heart had not allowed her the thought.

She knows now that was the right decision.

"Nyx saved me!" Noctis pipes up, but his voice is muffled as he doesn't pull himself out of the crook of Aulea's neck, "from the mean snake lady."

"Snake lady?" Cor blinks. Then he pales. "Gods..." He looks to Nyx, who nods.

"Marilith," He says with a frown, "Still up there, too. It was looking around his quarters for him, I think. He'd hidden under the bed until he saw my uniform and we made a break for it."

Reckless, but not stupid. He knew when to fight and when to escape. He also seemed to have a way with children. Aulea looks up and wonders, only for a moment, what Regis would do in her situation.

"How would you feel about a promotion?" She asks. Nyx blinks at her.

"Your Majesty?"

"I'm serious." She stands, holding Noctis close despite his quickly growing body, "You've proven you can handle yourself, and can think on your feet. You'd be assigned to Noctis directly." She looks at her little boy, who blinks back at her. "...It's clear he needs it."

"Your Majesty," Nyx breathes, "I..."

"You'll be compensated for the extra danger and hours on the clock," She says before he can say no, "And your family would be well provided for."

He smiles at her, a rueful quirk of his lips.

"With all due respect, your Majesty," He tilts his head a little, "I was going to say yes anyway." He looks at Noctis with fondness in his eyes, and Aulea knows she has made the right decision. "He's a good kid."

"Yes." She says, brushing hair out of Noctis' eyes. She tweaks his nose, making him giggle. "He is."

Nyx opens his mouth, doubtlessly having questions, but then he stops. Everyone in the courtyard looks up as sky seems to rumble. At first it sounds like thunder, but then the iridescent sheen that has always clung to Insomnia's sky begins to fade.

Without fanfare or cause, without warning or restraint, the Wall collapses.

[xtinyslip]

"you do? i heard rumours that could be a thing but i haven't met anyone who's been dealing with it till now." of course, he was completely unaware of his own personal situation. it felt like everything had always been this way. well, this was the only life he currently knew so of course, he'd feel that way. "you just showed up saying the tva or tva's were gone. i'm not sure, whatever it was? sure, it wasn't important." offering a slight smile. "yeah, yeah that's right." nodding, when the other repeared what he had said. "we're entering our quiet season now with winter coming and all but… still always there if you wanted to drop in." it was a friendly invitation and yeah, was it a crime that it got a little lonely there? of course, home life was a different story -- he didn't have the time to be lonely with his sons around. "distinctive, hmm." nodding his head, almost smiling at the ground. "that's… wow, that's really nice of you and you're right by the way. they don't deserve to be alone." that would be like trying to split his sons up, he couldn't think of much worse. "new asgard pub, eh? can't say i've heard of it. is it close by or?" would he take him up on that offer? maybe? "you're brother the more outdoors type? not that i'm saying you don't look outdoorsys or anything." he needed his company to support his family. "grey hair? where? show me." he joked, flashing the other a grin. "i feel like i should be grey. that's enough." he teased. "no, no it's fine. don't worry about it. loki? cool name." @bejcwcled

“Before? Remind me what I said before. I’ve had some memory problems lately.” So this version of Mobius had also met his variant. Interesting. “A shop down by the river.” He repeated stunned. Okay sure why not Mobis had a small business before. “No, I don’t think I am.  You have quite a distinctive look.” Loki shook his head. “Well, I couldn’t separate the siblings. I didn’t want to risk one of them ending up all alone.” Like me, he thought. “You want to get drinks? Sure. I work at the New Asgard Pub. Come around anytime.” Maybe he hadn’t totally lost Mobius, maybe he could befriend this version too. “You’re real determined to make a sale. Maybe I’ll talk my brother into it. Sounds like his kind of thing.” It could get Thor to give him some space, and keep him from acting like a mother hen. “Oh shush I have more grey hair than you.” Loki smiled and shook his head. The train was comfortable and familiar. He could pretend things were normal for a moment. Don okay that would take some getting used to. “Yeah good to meet you too. Loki. Sorry, I didn’t tell you before,” he said while shaking the other’s hand. @xtinyslip

[seriouslynatural]

With all this hair washing from water aerobics, I am keeping my hair frizz-free with a favorite towel, the Hair RePear Ultimate Hair Towel

[fortunesque]

It still needs a bit of perfecting, but I believe I have found my curly girl wash and style! This is so much easier than blowdrying it straight with a paddle brush. I don't have the time or energy for hair dryers in general anymore. I am low porosity with fine hair and medium density. Not sure about my hair type- looks like mixed type 2s with an underneath of 3a. Shampoo and conditioner - Giovanni Tea Tree Triple Treat Leave in- homemade with water, Devacurl Light Defining gel, Giovanni 2chic Sleek conditioner. Curlypenny has a video on this (DIY Gel Spray for Frizz Free Curls) Stylers: Kinky Curly Curl Custard, Devacurl Volumizing Foam, Devacurl Light Defining gel, Hair RePear towel. My hair isn't perfect but it's a far cry from what it used to be. I'm so happy with the results so far! (Yes, my hair is dyed which isn't CG, but it is a semi permanent dye without ammonia or bleach. I'm a natural dark ash blonde so the black stains the hair and has become permanent over time)

[myers-meadow]

Hello!! Do you take requests? If so, what do u think abt michael barging in someone's house and is abt to kill them, but reader turns around and thought michael was their little sibling was doing a surprise visit from college (or thought their sibling was trying to prank them) and is happy to see them, pretty much feeding michael by accident? Its okay if u dont do this, just sharing a thought bc of that one michael fic eating roasted potatoes was just 💖

aaah that's such a fun thought! I do take requests, and I'm really in the mood for Michael-thoughts rn,, i kinda miss him?

That's certainly one of the strangest hunts Michael has had, and seeing how passive he is during the movie, he would go along with it with ease, out of amusement and curiosity. If, like in Sunday Roast, his hunger outweighs his desire for blood, this would be a very similar situation to that fic - but the reader being enthousiastic would really change the vibe! And may I present a follow up thought: the moment the reader figures out that the surprise visitor wasn't their sibilng?? chaos ^^

Imagine texting your sibling the next day, something like 'it was nice to see you, looking forward to this weekend!', them replying: 'seeing me - when?'

But who was it you fed like a stray cat then?? :)))

Fic below the cut, drabble. Growing obsession and themes of stalking. Divider by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

After leaving, belly full, feeling a bit lighter without his stomach gnawing at him; his thoughts easily return to you. When was the last time someone was happy to see him? Was Loomis ever happy to see him? He hates that his mind returns to Smith's Grove. When his stomach grumbles in the morning, he makes do with food he got his hands on during earlier hunts.

The cold is unrelenting, the old Myers house is drafty. Besides bloodlust and hunger - there is boredom. He repears the house slowly, with things he steals from sheds and backyards. Then, your face pops up in his mind's eye - out of the blue. It startles him. You were so genuine when you said you were glad he was home. He wished he was home.

But despite it all, he knows he can't return. By now, you must've figured out he wasn't your awaited sibling - and you'd surely be scared of him. Then he'd be forced to kill you, and somehow that doesn't appeal to him as much as sitting at the table together.

So, he returns. In secret.

Watches you enough to notice patterns, habits. It endears him. When he closes his eyes at night, he can envision you moving through your home; the way you pull a knife from the knife block; how you pick at your skin and mess with your hair. All those habits and movements feel second nature to him. The phrases you say to friends, the curses you mutter when you hit your elbow on the doorknob. Yet, he's still an outsider, wishing to know how you would adress him, how your perfume would smell after a day you spent at work versus how it smells from the bottle.

And each night, he thinks: just one more visit. You wouldn't even know he stopped by. Perhaps tonight, he's brave enough, and if he isn't, maybe your favourite scarf goes missing.

You'll get it back though, one day, with a whole Michael attached.

[chernobvl]

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[vicecityhq]

██████████████]99% LOADING...SUSPECT INTO THE APD DATABASE...

WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: goth, metal, dark . With a slight resemblance to KIM AREUM of/the ROLLING QUARTZ.

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last name, first name: von Beethoven, Idril alias: Areum realm of birth(if earth, nationality): German age: 27 gender: female preferred pronouns: she/her species: cyborg (lvl 3) occupation: G.H.O.S.T/ hacker for higher sexual orientation: pansexual, polyamorous any associated/owned businesses: tech repair store ‘RePear’

VISUAL FILE:  (please match the listed visual descriptions on the species page)

skin color: white, pale eye color: lilac scars: - piercings: multiple piercings on her ears, a septum, nipple piercings, tongue piercing tattoos: multiple tattoos all over her body, gang tattoo is on her left rib under her left breast hair color: naturally black, 20 cm at the end is dyed blue abnormalities: she is a stage 3 cyborg horns/ wings/ etc: robotic replacements at various stages throughout her body. Her inner organs are yet to be replaced.

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  atheist

SINS:  lust /  gluttony  /  greed /  sloth /  envy /  wrath /  pride

VIRTUES: chastity   /   temperance /   charity  /  diligence   /  kindness /   patience  /   humility  

KNOWN LANGUAGES:    English, German, French, Spanish, Korean, Mandarin

SECRETS:   she loves coming of age movies and romcom

SAVVIES:   Playing various instruments (bass, kalimba, guitar)

Powers & Abilities:bionic physiology, data manipulation, Programming, Enhanced strength and speed

Traits: laid back, in general peaceful, reserved, quiet, awkward

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth:   27.09.1995

Date of Death:   [ if applying for an undead character ]

Crime Record:   cyber-attacks, thefts, etc

Background/Biography:

Idril never knew her birth parents. Her earliest memory was playing in the snow with her siblings in a remote part of Switzerland, a memory that she had cherished for a long time and still did despite her parting ways with her family, if you could call it that. But if you didn’t know any better and had been fed that lie for your whole life, then it was your reality, your truth.

Their parents were a couple of scientists at the top of their expertise. The Swiss couple had adopted six children of different ethnicities and Idril was the youngest of them all. Their usual day would start early at 5 am with breakfast and a briefing about the following activities of the day. It was always a tight schedule between educational classes and physical training. Quarterly there would be multiple tests for them to pass. As the years passed, their training had become more specific to their strength, so Idril started her training in computer science and programming.

When Idril was around 15 years old, her siblings and she were set to go on their first mission. In retrospective, it was quite trivial and banal, but she still recalled the rush of it all. Everything had to be precise and there were little to no room for errors. They were supposed to stage a robbery at a millionaire's mansion for insurance fraud. A piece of cake, she would say now, but that night was their first exam to show that the training in the past years were not in vain. The rush that went through her body while she was typing codes to disable the complex security system to allow her siblings to enter without setting off any alarm, she would never forget that. But as it was with everything in life, the thrill wore off and it just became a mundane task week after week, day after day.

Then the first operation took place. Her siblings, who had passed puberty, all had their first few operations already and it was now her turn. The operation was done by their parents. For her siblings, their first operation was to replace their limbs. But for her, they chose to replace her eyes first. Her new lilac eyes should support her in data analysis and scanning of information. Perhaps for the rest of her life, her eyes would be the reminder of her process of bionic replacement.

During her last mission with her sibling, an unexpected message popped up on her screen, a crypted message from an organization called G.H.O.S.T. She was recruited to become part of the underground gang. It was her chance to finally figure out who she wanted to be outside of her family, to be free from the strings of their parents and maybe find her birth parents.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

Idril made a casual gesture, asking the officer if she could light her cigarette before answering the question. As the older man nodded to give her permission, she took her time to think about what had happened that night indeed. In that short time, her eyes had finished a full data analyse of the officer. There were some juicy details that she could toy around. But that would perhaps freak him out and kick off a chain reaction that was not worth the entertainment. There was no need to draw any unwanted attention to her.

“What happened that night was quite fuzzy to me”, she said slowly as she watched the smoke fading. Of course, she remembered the event quite clearly. The cyborg was out partying after being dragged to a club by her friend. It wasn’t much of her scene, but she tried to salvage the situation. A beautiful brunette caught her attention. After a drink and a few shots together, they were dancing together on the dance floor. Her hands were gently cuffing the firm waist of the brunette. She gently pulled the other against her own body as she leaned in to brush her lips against the other’s. The sweet kiss abruptly put to an end when the boyfriend of the brunette pulled her away and shouted at Idril to get away from her. One thing led to another and Idril was in a fist fight with the man.

“I remember getting into an argument with that guy. But that’s about it. I don’t remember getting into an actual fist fight with the man. I mean...”, she raised the cigarette to her lips again then blew the smoke into the chilly air, “Look at me! I’m a frail computer geek. Do you really think I could throw a punch?” It was a cheap lie, but might be enough to satisfy the officer to leave her alone.

[inthiswhisper]

sam: you’ve just been... hovering around us, invisible, like a babysitter?

reaper: no, no. more like a baby monitor.

sam: and you’ve seen, um...

repear: oh, everything. i’m especially fond of sam’s impressive… extensive array of hair products. [to dean] not to mention ... the VHS tape hidden under your bed labeled ‘sweet princess asuka meets the tentacles of pleasu—’

dean: okay, all right. all right. that’s not cool, okay? that’s— first of all, that’s a classic.

—

oh my god....... i was just joking when i said this.

[jinxthequeergirl]

Dream Come True

Steve harrington x Hopper! Reader (coraline AU)

Summary: escaping your everyday life after you move to live with your father couldn't have been something you wanted more, luckily for you you are given the chance

Warning: swearing, Horror themes like idk It's Coraline i think that speaks for itself no?

So i don't know if im going to end up making this a series or not but hey if this does really well then I might, but just this is so long so i might have to.

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In front of you sat a small box with many opportunities, two small glossy black buttons, thread and the promise of freedom...

You watched the rain drops race down the window intently as your father drove you home from the headwear store. you'd only been In Hawkins for only half a month, having to move there with your father after your mom died. And you had only spent the time unpacking, today you had finally convinced your dad to take you to get supplies so you could really make your new rooms more like you.

The car bounced slightly causing your head to lift and hit the window. "Ow!"

"Sorry pot hole..." Hopper said glancing over to you. "You alright?"

"Yea...but guess it takes a while to figure out if you have brain damage or not.." You muttered sitting straight in the car seat, crossing your arms over your chest.

"C'mon don't be that way...you get to redecorate your room..that must be exciting for you? Give you something to do while we wait for the rain to clear up. "I guess..." You perked up at a new idea popping into your head.

"Maybe I can start a garden in the front too? Make it look pretty? I have a garden box so we wouldn't need anything, el can help me too!?" You said almost as a question seeing if he would go along with the idea.

"Sure... Sounds good, just wait till the rain clears up so you aren't bringing mud in." You frowned lightly, ut had been raining for the past three days without any sign of stopping soon. "Yea...sure."

The car came to a slow stop infront of the house. "I'll help you get this stuff inside and make you lunch but I've got to go back to work." You nodded as you got out of the car.

You'd begun by rearanging the few things of furniture in the room,while hopper set to work at making you a lunch. You starting with the dresser dragging it across the room to set it in its new place.

You dusted off your hands and turned your attention to look at the new space you made, stopping once it was caught by something on the wall where the dresser once was.

"Hello..." You slid across the floor and dragged your fingers across the outline of a small door in the wall.

"Hey Dad!?" You yelled getting up to look for him. "Whats up?"

"What this?" You asked now running your finger over the key hole. "Do you have the key!?" You asked hopefully turing to look up at him in the dokr way. He shook his head and shrugged. "I...maybe? I'm not sure...if i did it's probably boared up! They're would be no point."

You rolled your eyes. "Now Food in on the counter your sister is with Mike so make sure to call in about an hour to check on her-"

"Can you please look for a key?" You cut in. He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can, but I'm late so just finish unpacking and setting up and I'll look for it when I come back." You huffed but nodded and started to finish setting up your room.

After about an hour and a half you'd finished painting, unpacking and decorating your room, you had finished. Even had lunch and called El just like hopper had asked. Now you simpily sat in your room staring at the photo of your previous bestfriends that sat on the bedside table.

Back in New York with your mom you never had to worry about being bored, all your friends where their and there where places to go. Hawkins was diffrent, granted you where still adjusting but that didn't make it any less difficult.

The phone rang snapping you of of your thoughts. You hustled across the house to puck it up. "Hello?"

"Y/n! Thank god you picked up! Just the girl I was looking for!"

"Hey Robin,whats up?"

"Not much, I was just wondering since the rains cleared up would you be intrested in taking a tour of Hawkins with me and Steve?"

You thought about it for a moment, The first day you'd mobed here and met everyone they where the two you'd hit it off with, well You did with Robin anyways so you didn't see why you couldn't get out.

"Yea...I'd love to!"

"Cool! We'll be there in a few."

"So what does one do around here?" You asked following beside Robin And Steve down the sidewalk. "Well there's the arcade... " steve started but quickly trailed off. "There are some shops around town." Robin added.

"Is there like, i dunno a mall maybe? A movie theater at least?"

"Movie theater yes, mall not so much."

"It a...it burned down." Steve informed. "Oh...wow..." You followed them through town, going in and out of every store that was open.

"So Steve...." You attempted to start while looking through a clothing Rack in a thrift store.

"Got a girlfriend?"

"Uh no..no ya know I'm kinda just testing the waters...seeing if theres anyone worth dating around here."

"And?" You asked not looking up at him, you could clearly tell he was trying to act cool around you.

"And?" He repeated your question.

"Is there?...anyone worth dating around here?"

"Nah none that are really my type." He said nonchalantly fixing his hair in the mirror across from him. "Wow...are you always this increadibly douchie? Or are you like this just for me?" You asked leaning on clothing rack to look at him better.

"What I'm not...I'm not being-"

"You kinda where Harrington." Robin said from across the store earing a chuckle from you. His face flushed and he pretened to look at a jacket that seemingly caught his attention. "Ah don't be that way stevie...it's sooo charming, I'm practically swooning for you." You said sarcastically. "Shut up!"

The sun was hanging low through the trees casting that late afternoon orange glow upon the three of you as you walked back home.

"This place is...pretty boring...how do you guys manage?"

"Hawkins isn't all bad...besides It's a lot more exciting than you would think." Robin said while offering you some of her candy. "You just gotta...know where to look."

"Sometimes the intresting things find you." Steve said stopping once your house came into view. "If you say so...thanks for showing me around."

"No problem, maybe we can hang out again soon." She offered as you started to continue forward. "Yea! That would be great!" They both waved to you as you stepped into the house shutting the door.

You placed a few of the nick nacks you'd bought onto the top of your dresser for decoration, glancing at something that wasn't there before. A glossy black key.

You plucked it from its spot on the dresser and turned to the small door quickly slidding across the floor once again to get to the door. You hestitantly dragged the key across the outline of the door ripping the wall paper open before slipping the key inside.

It slid in perfectly, giving you some sort of relife as it clicked open, you pulled it open being met with nithing but brick.

"Damn..." You huffed and shut the door and placed the key back ontop of the dresser.

Something yanked you from your sleep suddenly and you lied awake, a sliver of silver moonlight hitting your face through the curtains as you did so.

It was quiet as you lied there except for an ever so faint sound of humming that you just barrely missed. You stayed still fir a second trying to pin point the sound, it continued for a while as you did so softly floating through the air from an unknown source, you finally gave in and tossed the covers off and stood up from your bed moving around the room to find it stopping when your foot hit something on the ground.

"What the hell!?" Jumping back slightly at the contact you looked down seeing a long greyish green vine across your bedroom floor. "What the hell..." You repeared examining it closer you followed it with your gaze seeing it came from the small opening of the little door a slight glow came from it along with little white particals that floated up into the air around it.

You moved carefully over to it kneeling next to it careful to avoide the vine protruding from it, as you did you could hear the humming closer now. You pulled the door open getting a blast of air blown back into your face along with a bright glow. You gasped slightly watching a tunnle appear almost instantly infront of you.

The humming slightly louder now. With out a second thought you climbed through, eventually met with another door which you easily pushed open and found yourself crawling through only to see you'd cralwed back into your bedroom. "Huh?" The humming was louder, unmistakable too, you knew that song. You looked at your bedroom door seeing the light from the living room shining in.

"Dad!?" You stood up and exited the room being greeted by the smell of food cooking. "Dad? What are you do-" you stopped a few feet from the counter seeing him move around the kitchen

"Hey sweet pea! You're just in time for dinner!" You gulped thickly when he turned to face you. "Oh god...I must be mistaken...you aren't my dad...my dad-" it was him but, diffrent. He seemed plaer yet more lively.

"Doesn't cook?" He asked guesturing to the freshly cooked meal. You couldn't help but stumble back a little bit as he approached you with a light hearted laugh. "Well thats because I'm your other father dear! Well better father"

"Other...Father?...wha-"

"Why don't you get your mom and Tell her dinner is ready!"

"Mom?

"Well your Mother of course silly! I actually think she's in the garden out front." He pushed you forward lightly and you glanced back cautiously before going to the front door.

You opened the door and stepped outside being greeted by a beautifully bright garden. "Holy sh-"

"Watch your mouth young lady!" You jumped turning tonthe voice and and gulping.

"Oh my god....mom!?" You stopped and covered your mouth feeling tears briming in your eyes.

"Hello sweet pea!" She opened her arms and you instantly ran to her and hugged her. You could tell just like with your father she was diffrent but couldn't exactly tell whatbwas diffrent.

"You...your alive!"

"Well of course I am! Oh come look at this!"

She pulled away taking your hand and pulling you down the steps of the pourch into the flower filled front yard.

She held your shoulders as you watched the flowers practically bloom before you. "I planted them just this afternoon! Our faviorte!" It was true the flowers before you where always both you and your mothers faviorte.

"They're beautiful mom! Oh!" You turned to her with a smile. "Dad said dinner was ready and sent me to get you."

"Oh! We don't wanna keep him waiting!" She said giggling with you and guiding you back to the house.

"There they are!" Hopper yelled setting the last of the food on the table. "Thirsty?" Your mom asked as you sat down. "Mmm you know I could go for a purple cow!"

"Coming right up!" She knocked on the table lightly the lights above lowered themselves offering you said drink, along with extra grape soda and vanilla icecream just incase.

"Wow thank you!" You said taking the drink and extras. Hopper placed a plate infront of you. "Here comes the Gravey train choochoo!" You mom said earning a laugh from both you and your dad.

A toy train in fact made its way across the table stopping infront of you to dump gravey on your plate.

"Mmh! This is so good!" Youbsaid stuffing your mouth full of food. "More?" Hopper asked.

"No thank you I'm stuffed." You said leaning back and taking a last sip of your icecream float.

Hopper took the plate from you and your mother placed a cake before you that read 'Welcome home'

"Home?"

"We've been expecting you for a while!" Hopper said.

"Wow...uh..really?"

"Of course! You beling here! With your family!"

You smiled lightly.

"Thanks...but It's late...I should go to bed.."

"Oh of course!" You stood up and they both followed you to your bedroom. You crawled into bed and they took turns kissing your forhead and wishing you a goodnight. You slowly drifted off to sleep peacefully.

"It was so weird!" You said throwing a rock into the water infront of you.

"Well it was just a dream, nothing to freak about." Robin shrugged.

"Yea I mean your mom was there it couldn't have been real..."

You and robin both glared at Steve. "I...well thats not what I meant..." He gulped slinging his own rock into the water.

"He's right though." You said softly. "But it just...it felt so real! The food the...feeling! But I woke up and the door was all bricked up again..."

"That's just further proof it was only a dream." Robin said as you sat beside her.

"Yea..." It was already late afternoon and you had decided to stay out until the sun had set well into night.

Steve had dropped robin off at her house and so you sat alone with him in his car as he took you home.

"Sorry about what i said...about your mom..."

He said finally. "No...it's ok...like i said you where right...it's just a dream..." He frowned slightly, you could tell he was beating himself up about it.

In all honestly you hadn't gotten off on the best of feet with him but it's wasn't so awful to be around him, he just had a hard time telling when to open his mouth and when to keep it shut. But you liked him.

"Well here we are." He said pulling up to the house. "Thank." You said with a smile before getting out and going inside.

"Hey kid!" Hopper said happily as you stepped inside.

"Hey!" You smiled. "Oh hey, sorry I never got around to finding that key for you."

"Thats ok I found it"

El stood in the door way with a concerned look. "What are you-" you hurried to your room and pulled the key out and showed him.

"You where right though...there was nothing there." You shrugged going back to your room.

"Bad place." You jumped at El's voice behind you. "What?"

"Don't keep going there it's a bad place..." She said quietly. "What bad place?"

"El! Its Mike's on the phone!" El quickly left to take the phone.

"Bad place?..."

[after-l1fe]

Hello yes that Theo nsfw alphabet was 🔥🔥🔥. Could I get an ethan nsfw alphabet please?

Ethan x GN!MC Nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He isn’t tired at all after you two did your things so he makes sure to take care of all your needs even if that includes going to buy a food you like in the middle of the night, basically just ask him anything he’ll do it without a doubt.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

 To say it bluntly he likes his cock, its long and with it he can reach the deepest places in you, if he had to choose another part of him it’d be his hair, its very smooth and well maintained.

From you he loves your hands, he likes to imagine what you could do with them in dirty situations and he also just likes to watch meanwhile you write stuff or the way you move from one page of the book to the other.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He once used his photographic memory to remember how you looked just after you came, he told himself it was a one time only thing… it wasn’t, he has stored in his mind several dirty scenes with you, if he’s feeling a little stressed he won’t hesitate to bring them up and…use them as motivation…

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

None, he doesn’t have time to waste on lowly people and much less having a one night stand or something similar.

He would only allow such a thing with someone as magnificent and respectable as you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lotus flower, he likes to grab your hips and bring you down on him full force and see how your face looks when he is pleasuring you so intensely.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not goofy in the least, he’s too concentrated on pleasing you to make any sort of funny comment, if you were to ask him to lighten up tho he’d definitely try his best to drop some comment here and there. (He still sounds very stiff tho, this guy isn’t one for jokes)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

SUPER well groomed his hairs down there are naturally short so he doesn’t have to cut them or anything, so he just makes sure it is all looking neat

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He loves you SUPER deeply yet he can weirdly get kinda shy or stiff when it comes to expressing his more human emotions to you, he is normally trying his best to suppress these so just suddenly having to tell them to you is something he struggles with but tries his best in changing.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He becomes quite stressed out due to the other ‘mice’ or repears that seem to be constantly searching for ways to bother him, so he has found that sometimes masturbating helps ease some of that stress/tension, so since becoming a reaper this has become more and more normal to him as time went by, he even secretly got some toys for himself in one trip to the Human World.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Uniform kink, he loves leaving his uniform on and just taking out his cock meanwhile he fucks you mercilessly he just feels so powerful for some reason when you are completely nude and he is fully clothed in his reaper uniform. He’ll be even happier if he gets to keep his gloves on 😉.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere private, he would hate the idea of getting caught so your or his bedroom are the options he prefers the most.

You two once did it in your office, and even if he locked the door he was very on edge because of the thought of getting discovered, and even if the door was locked the other reapers were super curious and wouldn’t let go of it till they got a fulfilling answer.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Watching you doing anything, he likes the way you walk, and the way you move your hands when doing simple stuff like writing is something that strangely gets him going.

Stress, to calm down he used to masturbate but now that he has you he’d much rather fuck you and relax a bit.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that you don’t want is something he doesn’t want, if you try a lot you could probably convince him of anything, he loves you deeply and wouldn’t want to do anything you don’t.

If he HAD to choose something he’d be against it’s sharing you, even if the other person were to just watching he hates the idea.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving simply because that pleases you and he thinks that being on the receiving side is worse because he’s pretty long and you’d get harmed trying to take all of him

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers going fast and rough because it feels better but if you were to ask him to go slower he wouldn’t even ask why he’d just do it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes them, because normally you two are occupied doing something so a quickie is a way to please each other and express your feelings without it affecting too much your schedule as a manager.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He doesn’t like taking risks like doing stuff in public, he’s a very private person and he wants his private life to stay private.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last a lot so basically lots of very long rounds, he normally doesn’t go all out and just does it till you’re pleased.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He got some toys for himself after a little while of becoming a reaper, till he met you and threw them away because he now has you 😉.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease you a lot in private (and if he’s VERY sure you two are alone in public) by softly passing his hand over your thighs and give you looks that without words tell you what he wants to do with you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He grunts and sighs in pleasure a lot, he tries a lot to hold them back but there’s no helping it when he’s feeling so good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves to use his photographic memory to remember certain expressions you make, his favorite ones are when you get happy over simple little things, he is surprised at how such insignificant things can make you look so beautiful.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Super longgggg and a normal girth. If you start teasing him about giving him a blowjob beware because your throat WILL be sore.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not that high but be assured that if he’s feeling horny it won’t be too long before he drags you to his room and have some fun 😉 with you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep that fast simply because he isn’t tired and has lots of stamina.

[sticky-bruno]

Hii! Can I request some headcanons for how stands act when their stand user are a couple? Like, how Star Platinium will act with Hierophant Green and with Kakyoin? Maybe how Hierophant Green acts too? Thanks in advance! ❤️

That's an adorable ask !! 💖 I love the fact that stands are representations of the stand user's souls. If they happen to be in a couple, what sheningans could happen ? I can imagine of it would happen with Jotakak...

Star Platinum

Before Jotaro and Kakyoin got together, Jotaro actually asked to Star Platinum not to interact with the pink-haired student.

Jotaro was low-key scared that his stand would go overboard, and kind of invade the introvert and unsettle him.

So when Kakyoin and Jotaro actually get together, Star Platinum is very shy as to interact with him.

Poor guy doesn't want to ruin things for them.

But occasionally, Kakyoin would find that his glass of orange juice just magically has ice cubes in it, or that the specific painting brush he was looking for is now right in his hand.

Kakyoin knows but doesn't bring it up with Jotaro because he thinks he would lecture Star Platinum.

One day, Star Platinum got a bit exited about Kakoyin's scarf, and "talked" about his own with him. The japanese student smiled at him with endearement.

However, interacting with Hierophant Green is something completly different.

He's always buzzing him, constantly showing off by breaking of lifting stuff, and, you know, being a proud stand.

"Ora ! Ora ora. Ora ?" for hours and hours.

Jotaro wished he'dd shut up, but he secretly likes those moments.

Star Platinum just beams.

And definitly uses Hierophant Green's tentacle as a scarf, just to try and make him laugh.

Well that last one failed because Hierophant Green simply doesn't have a mouth, but hey, he tried.

Hierophant Green

Hierophant Green doesn't interact much with anyone ever, as he's as introverted as his stand user.

But once he understands the strong connection between Kakyoin and Jotaro, he strangely becomes more and more protective of the big guy.

Not like he needs protection, but Hierophant Green would be sad if Jotaro got hurt in any ways.

Since he can't speak or exprimate much, he uses acts to make himself usefull towards our favorite edge-lord.

He's pretty gratefull of that, and thanks Kakyoin for those acts, only for the introvert to tell him that he didn't ask for Hierophant to do that.

Jotaro is surprised, but pleased none the less.

But, with Star Platinum, Hierophant Green is SO done.

He has to repear whatever he breaks and to stop him from embarassing himself of Jotaro.

While he does find him annoying, Hierophant Green thinks Star Platinum is also the cutest thing alive.

He listens with attention whatever he's trying to say and tries to answer the best he can with his hands and eye expressions.

Here it goes ! Thanks for the ask ❤

[laufyeson]

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[seriouslynatural]

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[comiiical]

open to bottoms.

It was not that he hated summer. He loved summer, but he hated having nothing to do. It was vacations what he dreaded, even when in company. Over the top of his muscular chest, laid the figure of the other curled to it. Soft fingers held onto chest hair and their curls embraced them. There was a light tight pull from them that should be of annoyance but it was not. In all due honesty, it was enticing, for every little movement they made in their sleep, his nipples hardened more and more, and the cock laying underneath their body, thickened to the enticement. But his eyes were wide open, and Teddy was done waiting.

With a little twist of his hand, he made the other disappear in a cloud of dark energy and repeared with their face up and between the witch’s legs, cock feeling the tickling touches of hair. Sleepy legs were guided to be spread open and moved forward just enough to have space to maneuver. With that, Teddy cushioned his pillow to have his neck raised until he could feast on his first touch of breakfast that moment, teasing a savory entrance that reminded, in taste, to the other’s lips after sucking his cock. And what could he say? He found his own taste as enticing as the pure taste of the other.

His hands  brushed up and down the spread thighs to ease the tension he was putting on them and keep a hook if the other fought the stimulus in their sleep.