#he doesn’t like for the boys to wear the brooches too much

[goodlucktai]

I love your human!Splinter AU! If the public knows about the boys, will there be pressure for Lou Jitsu to return to the big screen with a quartet of turtle-shaped costars?

news of his four kids gets out, but the turtle-shaped secret manages to remain a secret. in part because a certain goat-man alchemist will eventually gift yoshi with some cloaking brooches, also in part because april’s mom will do anything short of physically attack reporters in the street to protect the boys’ identities

and there’s definitely pressure for more lou jitsu movies but if there’s one thing yoshi’s good at since the pit battles, it’s refusing to cave in to demands. he’s a full-time dad now. maybe he spends more time at his dojos though or pops up in interviews and stuff more often. just him being around after dropping off the face of the planet causes enough of a resurgence in lou jitsu popularity that those residuals checks are fatter than ever

[imagionationstation]

I wanted to ask about your wendy bird Au and well....is it wrong that I want to hug Leo (TMNT 2012)? And I want to know how exactly his brothers want to live in Rise's world? P.S; sorry if I'm bothering you

No, it’s NOT- I DO TOO 🥺

THIS KID JUST LOVES HIS BROS SO MUCH

HE IS GOING TO ALREADY HAS WOULD KILL FOR THEM

A universe without his brothers by his side is a universe that he would not last five minutes in. Splinter told him to take care of his brothers. And now that they’re constantly apart, Leo can’t ensure their safety. Leo can’t keep them safe. And they don’t understand the threat. They’ll fight him when he tries to explain. He could lose them to a false set of brothers. A fake Splinter who isn’t right.

So he has to take matters in his own hands.

He just lost his father. They all lost their father. He can’t lose them. He can’t. And he’s not going to stand by and watch as any set of brothers dimension endangers their safety.

He’s their Sensei. Splinter told him to be a father. A father makes the hard choices for his family. He’s the Sensei. He can fix this.

He loves them so much. He just wants to spend time with them and too many uncontrollable people variables keep getting in the way!

But if the variables are gone, then the bad influences are gone.

He’s a master ninja. He can solve this problem under the radar.

He can. He has too. For his sake his brothers’ sake.

So things can go back to the way that they’re supposed to be.

HE’S LITERALLY JUST SO SAD

BOY COULD USE A HUG AND MAYBE SOME CHAINS

His love for his brothers is both the problem and the solution.

What makes him think they wouldn’t fight back?

Hmm. Exact reasons?

Altogether: It has more family. The ache of losing their father exists, but now there’s more family to fill that gap. Family who knows what it means to live with ‘this whole situation’ and under the Hamato legacy. Family who have secured safety in their world when the 2012brothers’ won’t stop tearing itself apart. And their world doesn’t even need them. It has the Mutanimals. It has the reformed Foot.

They could leave and go somewhere where humans are fooled by simple disguises. Somewhere with turtles like them. Somewhere with an entire Hidden City where they’re average and normal.

Mikey can expand his horizons. He can go to movies! The store! Do normal person things! Buy treats! Wear clothing in his size! Play with magic things that he definitely shouldn’t be touching! Smile at people and earn smiles back! Have friends born naturally without murderous intent! HE CAN GO TO A HIGHSCHOOL LIKE APRIL’S!!

Raph no longer has to fear every single being they come across. There’s an entire Hidden City where no one cares. Literally no one cares. Mikey’s an idiot and he somehow fits right in? Raph doesn’t know how that happened but he’s satisfied. He doesn’t have to look over his shoulder. He can focus on other things. Like vandalism artistic choice on city walls. And beating up pirates. And you better believe he’s going to try to sneak off to the Battle Nexus.

Donnie takes the longest to come around, but once it occurs to him that there’s an actual possibility to be perceived as normal there? To actually be acknowledged as an inventor/chemist among fellow ‘mutants’? To work with people at his caliber who DON’T belittle him at every available moment? To learn under Don and Draxum and so many other intelligent Yokai? Heck, once he gets his hands on a brooch, he can BE human! It opens up so many opportunities for him. For all of them! They can be more than sewer freaks! They can become people! People with colleagues and jobs and lives!

Why wouldn’t that tempt them to stay?

[endlessartpumpkin]

Have you ever noticed how in LU Malon doesn’t wear her Bowser brooch anymore? Like sure she could have just outgrown it, put it away or even lost it.

But in my mind it’s definitely because Time has it.

I think he takes it with him everywhere he goes in a little safe pocket or pouch somewhere.

When he misses her his hand will go to find it in his pocket and he’ll just hold it for a while, the other boys think it’s strange that sometimes the old man just stands with his hand in his pocket smiling but that’s hardly the weirdest thing Time does so they don’t say anything.

Sometimes when everything’s getting a little too much he probably holds it as well, just the safety of clutching that little piece of her that just helps him remember what’s real.

He definitely stole it, and she knows that he’s got it but let’s him keep it, she knows how nice it is to have something of his when he’s gone so she’s glad he has something of hers. She still likes to pretend she’s looking for it occasionally though just to see his shameless "let me help you look routine". He definitely commits to the role, lifting up tables and lying down to look under counters, shaking his head defeatedly afterwards "I just don’t know where it could be”. She loves it.

[gamerbearmira]

MAGICAL GIRL AU!!! I love magical girls! Can we get some story for this AU? Like how they got their magical girl powers, where the monsters they face come from, the shifts in the family dynamics, what's the name of their magical girl/boy team? Normally magical girls keep their identity secret so 'Magical Madrigals' wouldn't really work

YEAHH‼️‼️

So firstly, they get their powers two years before canon. Their relationships are similar to canon, but get mended far earlier on because the more they fight together, the more they have to work together and generally just get along. Little Guardian Pedro kinda made them get along as well. Antonio was around 3 at the time, so he was more of a moral support, and didn’t get a weapon until after Mirabel’s birthday but before his own.

They wear brooches, which activate their powers. Like I said, I LOVE the Precure pacts, but they aren’t very inconspicuous, and personally I think brooches would be easy to cover up for if anyone ever asked. “It was a gift!” “Oh, I don’t take it off cause I like it so much!” Etc etc. as for a name, I’m not sure 💀 tbh I only used magical Madrigals cause I needed a placeholder name for the AU 😭

Attacks are subject to change but their powers and weapons stay the same. Close to their gift or not. Isabela had a staff and can create plants, duh; she has more creative ability. She doesn’t have to really use regular plants, they can be completely made up as well.

Dolores has a boomerang that, depending on the force she puts behind it and how she throws it, can alter the sound barrier, or in her powered up mode, break it (this doesn’t hurt her, the other team members or innocents).

Luisa is still super strength, but she also has a higher stamina naturally, higher than usual anyway. She can use her scepter to buff the other teammates abilities, but she can only do one at a time,but for an indefinite amount of time.

Camilo has a sword, or rather saber I guess. He trains a lot, so he picks up techniques and what not fast. Idk if you can see it, but the little Diamonds near his head help with his ability, since it doesn’t directly come from his weapon. The ability to disorientate and confuse, to an extent.

Mirabel has spear, and her ability is purification but she can buff, like Luisa (closer to healing I would say). This plays into where the monsters come from, which is still being debating, but let’s say atm that there’s good magic like the candle, but, there is the price of bad magic lurking around in the Encanto, and will target emotionally weak/vulnerable people,or people weak in spirit (mind you, children aren’t exempt from this.)

Antonio is summoning animals. He can’t fully understand them, but understands them enough for them to help in battle. He’s a support I a way, he’s almost never on the front line, too dangerous, but he begs to differ, obviously.

They all have some form of flight/gliding. Hence the little Angel wings. Now they aren’t cruising around like airplanes, but they got hops and an fly for a bit 🥖 These ain’t to scale. Grain of salt.

[aparticularbandit]

Agatha and Stephen Go on a Trip: Chapter Two

Summary: At Wanda’s request, Agatha questions Stephen about too-long absent members of their family.  When she recasts an old spell, they end up going on a journey that neither of them really wanted.

Sequel to Finding Family.

Chapter Rating: T. Fic Rating: T.

AO3

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“Can you quit calling me wonder boy?”

Steven makes a flourish with one hand, and his clothes shift from lounge pants and a soft blue hoodie into his typical Avengers costume wrapping.  He makes to hook the chain with the Space Stone around his neck, just as he’d spent so much time with the Time Stone there unknowing, but Agatha reaches out one hand, mutters a quick spell under her breath, and transports it easily around her own.  The Stone finds itself covered with a protective mesh in something that looked like that same dark steel but is actually much stronger, and it settles on her chest just below her brooch.

“And can you give me that back?”  Steven gestured for the Space Stone.

“No.”

Of course, despite her ability to do so, Agatha makes no such similar motion with her hands, makes no soft murmuring incantation to shift her current outfit into the billowing robes she occasionally wears when she wants to be intimidating.  Instead, she suppresses a subtle shiver.  Out of the many places she has been, Neverland is one of her least favorites. At the time, it looked wonderful on the surface – a utopia where everyone was happy – but it was run by a child (regardless of her age, when compared to Agatha herself, Wendy had still been a child, just like Strange, so much her senior, still is), a child who, by the end of things, wanted nothing more than to die than to keep this broken, lump-sided wheel turning.

And now?

In the absence of the one who kept everything running, in the absence of the other Stone and the chaos magic she’d combined to do it, everything had come crashing down.  They hadn’t stayed for the explosion, for the aftermath, and this—

It’s been nearly two years now, for them.  Maybe longer, for the world that was once Neverland.

“Do you even know where we are, hon?”

“Knew I would win you over eventually,” Stephen says as he steps forward, hands spread to either side of him, fingers in a ready stance as though he expected an oncoming attack.  “Now, give me that back.”  He raises a hand, golden spirals of sorcery crafting in the air between them.

Agatha just rolls her eyes.  “Oh, Stevie, my poor, poor boy.”  She raises a finger, tucks it around the simplest thread of magic, arcs it through with a gold to mimic his own sorcery, and cracks the spell he’s begun to cast. “You forget that I’m not some lowborn alien you can distract with your wit and overwhelm with your mystical tricks.” Her gaze meets his levelly as the golden circle falls in pieces to the ground – not the way a spell should disintegrate, not the way she thinks he’s ever seen a spell disintegrate. “I’m a witch, wonder boy, which means I’m the super star around here. Got it?”

Stephen just stares at her.  “You just used sorcery.”

“Oh, I did?”  Agatha flicks something out from under her thumbnail.  “Didn’t notice.”

His eyes narrow.  “Where did you learn—”

“Think before you ask that question, hon.”  Agatha’s eyes don’t move from her thumbnail.  “You wouldn’t want to look like a fool.”

“The Ancient One taught you.”

Agatha smiles, but she can’t keep the smile from being achingly fond.  “Yes,” she whispers, “they did.”  She doesn’t mention that for the centuries since they met, she’d been using that power to keep the scars in her back from causing her a near-unending ache, from spiking whenever they were brushed against the wrong way, from causing her to lie in bed unmoving on others, and she certainly doesn’t mention that her current use of sorcery, despite being something she’s suddenly been able to do again in the past two years, is still more than a little rusty.  Wanda might have healed her back and left only thin white lines like tattoos where her thick, rippling scars once were, but she didn’t suddenly give her centuries of experience using her sorcery for more than back pain.

Stephen doesn’t need to know any of that.

But as she lifts her eyes again, Agatha notes how Stephen’s view of her has changed.  His fingers flinch the slightest bit, but he doesn’t try to make any new spells as he stares at her, examining her curiously.  “Who were you?” he asks.  “To them?”

“No one,” Agatha lies with a smile.  “Just a very nosy neighbor.”  Her brows raise.  “Gonna try and take the magic stone away again, wonder boy?”

Stephen lowers his hands.  “You really don’t have to call me that.”

Agatha grins.  “I know.”  She grasps her elbow with her right hand and gestures around them with her left. “Now, my sweet, sweet boy, why don’t you tell Agatha where we are?”

“Don’t talk about yourself in the third person,” Stephen answers, letting his hands relax at his sides.  He strides forward, past her, walking in what looks to be an aimless direction, following an unsettlingly familiar dust road that looked like yellow brick, and nods to the road itself.  “We’re in Oz, obviously.”

Agatha’s face freezes.  “You don’t know where we are.”

“What, and you do?”  Stephen turns back to her.  “Are you coming, or not?”

“I’m sure you would love to see that, wonder boy,” Agatha says, not even grinning at Stephen’s shocked face and sudden feigned gagging as she taps her chin with her free hand, “but you’re going the wrong way.”

Stephen raises one brow.  “You know that how?”

“This is Neverland.”  Agatha glances at the empty expanse surrounding them, broken only by the yellow dust road cutting a thin path between it.  “Or, at least, it used to be.  It shouldn’t be anymore, but, well.  When you throw someone into the multiverse without being very clear about where you’re going—”  She cuts herself off, brows raising briefly. “I’ve been here before, dear, and trust me—”  She turns her head over one shoulder and sighs.  “—we want to go that way.”

~

It certainly isn’t Neverland as Agatha remembers it.

Mostly because Agatha’s memories of Neverland are scant and vague.  Sure, yes, there was a lot of following a dusty yellow not-brick road just like this one, and a lot of big expanse spread out on either side of said road, but then there was an equal amount of time stuck in the back of her own mind while Agnes had prattled on about her – their – life before Wanda broke them out of Westview.

(On occasion, Agatha wonders if anyone they’d left behind misses them. It’s a futile wondering.  Agnes had born the brunt of the citizens leftover hatred for Wanda and had been unable to protect herself from it.  The only thing anyone in Westview missed was an excuse.)

But Wendy had let her talk with Agnes.  Wendy had let her stretch out and take control of her body again.  Wendy had let her meet the descendent the version of her here had…even if Wendy had tortured the poor soul in much the same way that Wanda had tortured her.  (Wendy had also let her free her, in those last few moments before she should have died.  Again.  Because Wendy, too, had been in the curious and unfortunate business of bringing people back from the dead.)

They’d left, the four of them – Agatha, Wanda, America, and Wendy – before they could see how the magical aftereffects would tear apart this world, before they could see how the loss of a much more well-crafted Hex (albeit with some of the same flaws) would change everything.

If this is the same world, it looks like that loss hasn’t changed much at all.

If it isn’t the same world—

The Space Stone gleams a bright cerulean blue crumpled through with sharp lightning-like strands of a brighter neon.  It remains gentle just beneath her brooch, but where the two touch, the strands stop – like a plasma ball in reverse; instead of lightning sparking out from where it touches, nothing. A sharp absence.

“What exact spell did you use to bring them here, hon?”

“You mimicked it,” Stephen says, fingers fidgeting at his sides, unable to remain still.  “You should know.”

Agatha sighs and resists the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose.  Cian, you taught him nothing.  “There is a difference between mimicking a spell and crafting a spell, you insolent—”  She swallows.  Tries to tell herself that she isn’t really mad at Stephen here, that she’s really dealing with a bit of traumatic reaction to the last time she was in Neverland.  It’s not him at all.

Except, yes, it is very much Stephen she is mad at because if he hadn’t placed that spell, they wouldn’t be here in the first place.

And he doesn’t even know where they are.

“Mimicking a spell involves crafting something similar to a counter spell, only instead of directing the effects back at the caster, you direct them back at yourself.  Yes, you should probably know the sort of spell you are redirecting, but unless you are paying very close attention, you usually don’t know the exact—”

“Then you should have been paying closer attention.”  Stephen doesn’t even look at Agatha as he says it.  “Only a great fool would test a spell on themselves without knowing exactly what it was going to do.  That’s a good way to get yourself killed.”  Now, he looks to her; now, he gives her the most patronizing of looks.  “You’re not a death-seeker, are you, Agatha?”

Agatha grits her teeth.  “No spell you used on those kids would have killed them, wonder boy.  It sent them somewhere.  I wanted to go where you sent them.  Where didn’t matter.  Finding my family mattered.”  She does not glare at him.  It will do her no good.  “Context matters.  Remember that the next time you question my methods, boy.”

Stephen chuckles.  “No wonder this time?  Only boy?  Is that a compliment?”

“Do you want to be called boy?” Agatha asks, voice laden with tight warning.

“No.  I want you to call me Stephen, but I don’t think it much matters to you.”  Stephen sighs, but before Agatha can say anything else, he holds up his hand.  That certainly doesn’t make her feel any better towards him; if anything, it makes her feel as though she is a child being chided. At least he didn’t say shush.

“America comes from a place she calls Utopia,” Stephen says, finally. “That could be the name of another universe, that could be the name of a pocket dimension, that could be the name of a planet for all we know. Despite her now impressive control over her powers, she’s never been able to return home.  I thought, with the use of the stone, we might be able to send her back there.” Then he glances down – it is unfair how tall he is – at her.  “Don’t you think it would be nice to find Utopia here?  In our universe?  Or, finding it somewhere else, she might be able to find it here, too.  Couldn’t we learn a lot from a place called Utopia?”

Agatha raises an eyebrow.  “No, Stephen. We’d just fuck it up if we did.” She waves a hand much more dismissively than the one he’d held up to keep her from talking.  “Neverland isn’t in our universe.”

“It could be.”

“And it isn’t America’s original home.”  Agatha crosses her arms and glares at him.  “It’s Wendy’s.”

“She volunteered,” Stephen explains, gesturing outward with his hands. “She wanted to make sure whatever spell I cast didn’t hurt America.  And it didn’t.  It just sent them here.  Where we are.  We aren’t hurt.”

Agatha’s anger bubbles up within her, and her hands clench her arms tight where they’re still crossed to keep from casting something at the foolish sorcerer next to her.  “Wendy didn’t tell you anything about Neverland, did she, wonder boy?”

Stephen sighs with resigned acceptance.  “When we first met, Wanda told me that Wendy was another Scarlet Witch who came from Neverland—”

“So clearly, Neverland can’t be in our universe—”

“Unless it’s on another planet,” Stephen counters.  “In a multiverse of possibilities, there have to be plenty where she wasn’t born on Earth—”

“If you sent her back to her point of origin—”

Stephen holds up a hand, cutting her off again, and he turns around behind them. “Did you hear that?”

Immediately, Agatha stretches her mind out.  She’s tentative – mindplay in Neverland had been not great the last time she was here – but if this is truly Neverland, if this is truly Wendy’s Neverland, then unless Wendy has decided to rewrite and control everything again, then there shouldn’t be anything to fear.  As she reaches out, something else, something in the opposite direction, brushes against Agatha’s mind, like a finger skimming light along her spine, something familiar, and she focuses on that instead of whatever Stephen has heard.  She does not open to it, strictly speaking, but she reaches back, holding out a hand to the familiar.

The presence doesn’t say anything, only curls up warm within the palm of her outstretched hand, rubs against her fingertips like a kitten begging to be pet (and rubbing her scent of ownership all over her), and shivers once before lying quite still.  Agatha runs her thumb along the presence’s metaphorical back, and the presence begins to softly purr before turning just enough to lick the tip of her thumb.

Wendy?

“Agatha—”

Stephen’s voice is loud, and strong, and Agatha pulls out of her own mind long enough to see something – or someone – touch her arm and grab tight onto her sweater before dashing away with her faster than any human person should be able to move.  She acknowledges this just as his other hand moves to cradle the back of her neck, as he speeds up, just in time to ask, pointedly, Pan, where are you taking me?

Somewhere safe, he shoots back in a gravelly sort of growl.  None of you were supposed to come back.  And that new friend of yours—  He grits his teeth together.  Why can’t you just leave us alone?

I would have loved to do that, Pan, dear, but Stevie Wonder over there—  Agatha pauses, eyes narrowing, and despite the wind whipping in her face, asks, How are you still alive?

The boy slows with her so as to not break her neck with the sudden stop and turns to her as he places her, gentle, in front of a familiar tree that also should not exist.  He steps, gentle, away from her and pushes a hand through his shock of white hair – whiter, somehow, than it had been before, although that doesn’t make any sense either.  He meets her eyes and gives her a steady look.  “We can’t die.”

Agatha’s first response is something like pity – or would be, if she got a word out before he says, “Go down there.  I’ll get your friend.”  Then his head tilts, and he says, “And it’s Pietro, if you don’t mind.  Pan’s just a figment of her imagination.”  Then he zooms off, leaving Agatha alone with the tree.

Agatha turns back to the tree.  It’s burnt now, broken, a hunk of half-melted plastic with branches that seem to have been dripping themselves before they froze solid, more a weeping willow than the great oak it might have been before.  She stares at it, at the hollow just on the inside, and sighs.  “When in Rome….”

Then, without another word, Agatha steps backward into the hollow and falls into the abyss.

[launching-a-thousand-ships]

Kurt Fashion Retrospective s1

So I did all the posts of every Kurt outfit (link to masterpost) and decided I’d do a bit of a final thoughts on the evolution. Ended up having too many thoughts so here’s just s1 oops

Season 1: Lowkey this had some of the more Iconic Kurt looks, def where his fashion was at its most Extra. It’s been stated (within show, by cast/crew) that fashion is a sort of armor for Kurt and I see that. There’s lots more layers and, to my annoyance, stupid pants that never fit him. This is def before the ‘pants so tight you can see his thoughts’ (lol I love Chris). 

This season is also where he’s more androgynous, esp first half of the season. Mainly with the longer sweaters. I will note that for all the jokes, he never wears what could actually be considered ‘girls’ clothes. Besides the gaga outfit, there’s not much sparkles, feathers, barely any pink. I’ve found even here Kurt has specific modes of fashion: either some variation of a suit or a very comfy sweater. Lots of buttondowns, sometimes a bowtie. 

The sweaters are where the androgyny comes in as they’re ‘feminine’ but not really that girly? Kurt is one to experiment with fashion and it’s definitely a lot for Ohio in the 2000s, but his fashion is definitely more masculine. There are throwaway lines about him wearing a corset to class (so mad we never saw this) or having a tiara collection? But those seem more for the jokes because he never even wears jewelry beyond a brooch. There was the one scene in Bad Reputation where he wears a kilt but first off, he rocks it, and second it’s a kilt which is technically ‘masculine’ and he pairs it with a buttondown and bowtie so he’s clearly not aiming for a fem look. 

I’ll go more into this in s3 with the Unicorn thing, but Kurt being gay doesn’t make him girly? First off, he’s gay cuz he likes boys the rest is just other aspects of his personality. And still, besides the lines, Kurt’s fashion def seems more inspired by old Hollywood (we later learn of Judy Garland as an influence) and he seems much more comfortable in a nice suit than a dress.

But ofc, Kurt refuses to be boring so if he’s going to wear something it should have personality. And esp as this first season he’s still building his confidence, he lets his clothes speak for him so we get a lot more of the ‘outrageous’ looks.

To finish off, some selected looks. For my least fav:

I love his white pants but oof the shirt, oof the hat...

As for my favs...

Aside from his rockin boots, I love this hoodie so much and so mad we never see it again

love this look. Has his layers, but little more risky with the elbows showing. Kinda looks like something s4 Kurt might wear...

[brisquad-unit-4402]

okay fr tho here’s a wishlist. i made them all the time for fun over the last uhhhh, six months?

🖋 Ike Eveland

i know that’s a beret but wouldn’t it be so darling if it had nautical themes. like a little sailor hat. wouldn’t that be such a slay

why’s your hand in a fist bud. i need to make an edit of this like that one arthur meme

fr tho i would trade a kidney for tentacle themes here please please please. i want a lovecraftian eldritch type vibe soooooo bad

think his turtleneck’s going to be an open jacket? just on vibe

and i have a feeling his glasses will stay the same but wouldn’t it be so cute if he had a different frame. wouldn’t it be funny if they were funky glasses too, like stars or hearts

(honestly i don’t have a lot of opinions on his fit but i DO have a feeling he’s cooking up either a lore video or a song release to follow the outfit reveal he’s been too busy of a boy lately)

oh update i just saw this tweet and ike with different bangs. awwww. that would be so cute. perfect timeline fr fr

🦁 Luca Kaneshiro

i am clinging onto the last hope that the side ponytail is on his left side and low along his chest bc his shorter hair reminds me too much of banri settsu and that is not a problem i think i have the mental state to handle rn.

i’d be able to handle it if his tits we’re out tho : )

a bomber jacket with fur would be really cool esp if it still has the pins/brooches on his og suit jacket and the triangle pattern from his hairclip especially since the side ponytail’s in limbo rn

ohhhh and i hope he gets more tattoos too, idk maybe it’s because i’m american and the way that i am but it doesn’t really feel like he has all that much for a guy known for his tattoos. bonus points if he thinks of symbolism for it too like fuck yes we love worldbuilding we love meaningful body mods slay king

WHY IS HIS WAIST SO SNATCHED THO. i have a feeling the jacket’ll be cropped

wait a minute hold on wtf is the fuzzy thing on the left side all the way down. is that a boa. did he bamboozle us. hold on

🦊 Mysta Rias

left brain: that’s a monocle

right brain: that is an ear cuff with a chain and he is living his best goth life :)

left brain: that is a monocle and he is a detective. find jesus

i really don’t know what else to take out of this one tho. idk i don’t think the hat is it for me,, i think i liked his old hair more too

he got a helix tho let’s go!!!!

i’m p sure it’s going to be more detective themed than his og outfit but in my heart of hearts what if we let him be a manwhore. what if his midriff was out. what if it showed off his hips. i’m unit 4402 and i’m the official editor of vogue magazine

*prays so hard that his old hair is compatible with the new outfit*

👟 Shu Yamino

god

why is he so beautiful but his personality is so bro

i don’t see how we beef this one

i think he won

👹 Vox Akuma

okayyyyy i don’t have a lot of expectations for vox bc dramatic af and i really don’t see this being a bad call. all roads lead to the destination

i know in my soul he’s about to drop some zesty angsty lore tomorrow, but also hehe ponytail

AYO WAIT HOLD ON AT THE BOTTOM LEFT

IS THAT A THUMB

HE FINALLY UNCROSSED HIS ARMS

IF YOU’RE NOT WEARING NAILS YOU’RE NOT DOING DRAGGGGGG

yeah

[cursedcola]

Prompt: What would they do to celebrate your birthday?

Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Scarabia, Octavinelle, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasmonia You’re here: Heartslabyul!

A/N: Hey everyone. I know I have requests backed up to the nines but was my birthday and I need some comfort teehee (I am also SO mad that twst doesn’t have a thing for the MCs birthday >:( ). Some are longer than others because the inspiration train hit, but I really don't care. I love me my boys, what can I say? I hope you guys can read this for your birthdays and be happy :)

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle arranges a private celebration. Likely requests permission to bring a small table with chairs into his bedroom. Then decorates it to seat dinner for two. White lace tablecloth, single red rose in a vase, candles, etc.

Asks Trey to bake your favorite desert because he does not trust himself to mess it up. He did make a few attempts but they did not come out as edible. As much as Riddle wants you to enjoy something he made, he also does not want to be charged for murder.

The celebration is a surprise. He does not act as if he forgot your birthday, but he does enjoy some light teasing. Purposefully letting you know about the 'surprise,' and reminding you to remain patient. It’s quite sinful how much he enjoys toying with your feelings. Like a an unlocked achievement, your restlessness is like giving him a taste of a forbidden sweet. He wants more…yet it is only pleasurable on special occasions.

He asks you to show up to his room dressed in formal attire. He wears a white suit with his best cufflinks. When you arrive the room is dark save for the lit candles, and he takes the special occasion to bend the dorm rules. Eating after dark and having his romantic partner in his bedroom? How scandalous.

Gifts you something practical: a study guide. After you whine for a moment he'll quit being a sadist and instead gifts you a rose brooch. Still practical, and shows that you belong to him hehe

"Happy Birthday, my precious rose. Do not tell anyone I said this but...I would be a shell if not for you. I hope to one day repay this debt of happiness, if you will have me,"

Trey Clover

Trey would not arrange a party of his own. Something tells him that you will be celebrating all throughout the day. If he demanded your attention all for himself, would it even happen? Unlikely.

Trey leaves the celebration to everyone else. He allows them to tire you out and for you to feel special. When all is said and done, he'll walk you home but swing by his dormitory to pick up something 'special'.

He brings out a wicker basket, and inside is full of handmade sweets. You had already eaten treats with everyone else, but these are a Trey special. Little candies that will last you weeks if Grimm doesn't sink his paws into them first.

At the bottom of the basket is a dental hygiene kit. Yeah...he's not the best at romance but is trying.

"It's bad, isn't it? I knew I should have went with jewelry. I'm so sorry, but you can still use it right? You're supposed to change your toothbrush every two months...I'm doing it again, I know. Happy Birthday,"

Cater Diamond

Cater arranges for an all-out birthday extravaganza! Nothing is too good for you and he will be making sure that you have the best day imaginable

Which means that you will be spending it with him alone, teehee. You are cutting class whether you want to or not. Grimm is being left at home and Cater is taking you out to have some fun. First you will go to one of his favorite cafes, and then afterwards the world is in your hands. He'll take you anywhere, just say the word

He takes plenty of pictures, and posts them to his social media regardless of it being proof that you are cutting class. He documents every place you both stop, and if you seem to like something then he buys it. Simple. He just wants you to have a good time and be happy.

Despite his detest for sweets, he takes you to get a birthday treat. Begrudgingly taking a bite of the cake but only if you agree to feed it to him. He gets permission to light a sparkler on top of the treat, and snaps a photo of your face watching it burn out. That one he doesn't post, and instead keeps as his lockscreen.

He gifts you a cellphone strap, and at the end is one-half of a pair of dice. To make a point, he cheekily lifts his own phone to your face to show the matching strap attached.

"Nee~ Did you have fun? Much better than being dragged around boring lectures, right? If only I could have you to myself like this every day...Happy Birthday!"

Ace Trappola

One-third of team "Oh Shit I forgot,". Other members are pretty obvious but will be clarified soon.

Yes, Ace forgot about your birthday. In his defense, you did not mention it at all and he is known for being a ditz on "occasion". He scrambles to come up with a celebration the day of and utterly fails. Luckily other students had plans that he was able to piggyback on.

Yet...he does get a bit jealous. Since he planned nothing special, he had to share your attention with everyone else. As your boyfriend, he should be the one spending the most time with you. Since your family is in another world, he is the closest to your kin and demands his superiority to be recognized.

Which...backfires in his face. He thought it would be funny to shove your face into the cake after blowing out the candles. Why? I don't know, ask him yourself. Yet now he is been banished from the party room and your pictures are ruined.

He feels bad, yet not enough to apologize verbally. Ace waits out the night, and the next day shows up at your dorm in the morning with his show-magic kit in hand.

Since he didn't get you a present, why not put on a show? While you eat breakfast with the Ramshackle ghosts, Ace entertains you with flashy card tricks and puns.

"Ah...that's good. You're not mad at me anymore. Huh?! You are?! Putting all this together wasn't easy y'know!...yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. It's a bit late, but Happy Birthday,"

Deuce Spade

We have hit two-thirds of team, "Oh Shit I forgot,".

This is entirely out of Deuce's character. If his mother found out that he forgot his partner's birthday, he would be strung up and left to hang with the crows. You see, Deuce thought your birthday was the week prior. Which means he set everything up much earlier than needed.

He wanted to act on impulse and whisk you away to visit his home. He did, really. Yet that is not what a proper student would do and he doubts that you would appreciate the spontaneity. So, what's he do?

Calls his mom, of course. Asks her for advice on what to do, or more specifically, "Mom, please tell me how to not mess this up I don't know what I'm doing anymore-"

He keeps it simple. A treat and a present. Yet...his inner Deuce gets the better of him and he decides to decorate Ramshackle with streamers while you are asleep.

Nothing makes him more ashamed than getting chewed out by ghosts. Not only did he make a mess, but it wasn't even your birthday!

Shyly, he pulls out the treat and present from behind his back. It's nothing much, really. Just a pair of gloves for the winter. He's no good at picking gifts and went for practicality.

Yet despite the scolding he received, your smiling face makes him willing to do it all again.

"I'm sorry for botching everything, but I want you to know how much I appreciate you! Happy Birthday!"

[hey-im-trash-and-better-than-you]

Twisted Wonderland Magical Archive Character Art (Part 2. Heartslabyul)

I recently got the magical archives book and there is a lot of character design art in it for like all the characters and theres little notes in there so I just wanted to post it so if you want to use it for art reference or something its here haha.

Disclaimer: This book is in japanese. I do not speak japanese lmao. I tried my hardest to piece together things based off of what google translate said as well as context but if I translated something wrong feel free to correct me and i’ll update this haha.

starting off: here is the general dorm uniform for Heartslabyul students:

Jesus christ this uniform has so many details ;u; Basic things: Characters are assigned a suit of a card in Heartslabyul, which determines the color of the vest and shoes (between black and red), as well as the little card pin on the jacket (shown below), even the little buttons on the jacket good god there is so much going on.

Some other misc. things: That little rose brooch is actually flat, their belt/ribbon thing is tied so the two ends of it alternate between yellow and black when next to each other. also the Heartslabyul uniform has gloves, but out of the main heartslabyul boys, Trey is the only one who actually wears them.

These are some of the smaller details like buttons, pins, etc.  

Ok moving on to actual characters:

Riddle Rosehearts

I think the note says something along the lines of Riddle being short, so the PE clothes are a little big on him lmao

The note mentions that since they wear their uniforms under their lab coats, since riddle wears a bow instead of a normal tie it just goes over the coat.

I love riddle’s dorm uniform so much lmao. also idk how much of the manga we’re considering canon but apparently wearing heels is a rule of the queen of hearts i think and riddle doesn’t actually particularly care for them, don’t quote me on that though. 

angry riddle is,,,,,,something. It says his smile is innocent which is very cute lmao

I have the overblot design stuff too but i may put that in a separate post along with Leona’s and Jamil’s 

Ace Trappola 

Ace ties the jacket around his waist, and his shoes are the same shoes he wears with his school uniform

Ace wears his lab coat open with the goggles on his head (shame on u ace ur gonna go blind)

His eyes are apparently supposed to be cat-like uwu. Also the collar from riddle’s unique magic is apparently heavy and very noticeable

Deuce Spade 

Deuce wears his PE uniform with short sleeves

Deuce pretty much wears his lab wear like, the exact way he’s supposed to lol (The note says something along the lines of “If you ignore the bangs, the googles are correct” haha)

Note says roughly “Cool beauty with a little bit of grace” and that he has a sword-like eye. I’m starting to think the character designer really likes deuce haha. Deuce is a pretty boy.

Cater Diamond

Cater wears a white long sleeved shirt under his PE uniform, and also rolls up his pant cuffs (bi king)

Cater wears his lab coat open with the goggles around his neck (again, shame on you)

God Cater is so pretty asdfghjkl. Some stuff from the notes: He has droopy eyes, both his ears are pierced, and he has a more mature face than Ace or Deuce because he’s older. might have translated it wrong but apparently his hair is supposed to be a pompadour???????????????? ok. also hes got a little fang moment going on look at his cute lil fang i love it. And his hair curls under his ears and his hair is roughly chin length.

Trey Clover

Trey wears his PE uniform short sleeved and with running shoes.

Trey wears his lab coat open and his goggles are actually prescription googles :0 he puts his glasses next to his magical pen in his coat pocket

on the bottom panel theres a whole note about “You cant see through the sides of glasses!” which i just thought was funny. 

Anyways, thats it for Heartslabyul! I’ll be posting Savannahclaw’s next uwu

[kirieshhhka003]

A/n: I often see posts about bully! Jotaro, but what if fem! reader who is twice smaller and weaker than him is actually the one who bullies Kujo on a daily basis?

Pairing: bully! fem! Reader x Kujo Jotaro

Warnings: heavy language, bullying, smoking, crying

Jotaro sits silently in front of you, his broad shoulders are stooped anxiously, pale lips pushed into a thin line, thick calloused fingers fumble with the pink lighter boy has bought for you only. You hover over his tensed up stiff form, your manicured fingers play with the tip of a cigarette Kujo so nicely “regaled” you with

You hit softly a brim of boy’s usual hat, putting just a little bit of force into your motion, but that’s enough to misplace an accessory from its usual spot on Kujo’s head, crooking it to the side

- You know, this thing makes you look even more stupid than you already are. You sure wear this to let others know how much of a clown you are, don’t you?

You take a deep drag of a cigarette, keeping an intense eye contact with Kujo, your eyes are narrowed suspiciously as you watch boy’s every smallest reaction intently. Smug grin plasters across your doll face and you puff acrid smoke right into brunette’s face. Y/n ostentatiously slowly extends her arm out, taping gently the cigarette with her index finger, flicking grey ash right on top of Jotaro’s hat

Thrill of excitement runs down your spine when you see young man clenching his jaws. Any other person would think that he was extremely irritated, getting ready to attack (both verbally and physically), but you knew better than everyone else - Kujo is fighting back the tears

Your eyebrows rise in “surprised” expression, your shiny from cherry lipgloss lips form an “o” shape as you taunt Kujo in a silly voice as if you were talking to a small child:

- Oooh, what’s with that face? Are you gonna cry? Did I miff our big boy? Come on, I wanna see how ugly your face gets when you shed your tears like a fucking wimp you are, - you utter snidely, watching Kujo taking a deep breath in so that he doesn’t snap right in front of you (like many times back in the past)

You lean forward slightly so that your eyes are on the same level with Kujo’s teary ones. You shift incredibly closer, your and Jotaro’s noses almost rub together. You don’t blink, making yourself look even more intimidating as you stare at the poor boy

- Kujo, you’re so fucking pathetic. Such a huge bulky man practically shits his pants at the sight of a fragile girl like me, - you whisper right into his face. You continue staring at the young man, he doesn’t dare to rise his blurry with tears gaze from his knees, too afraid to meet your furious eyes. You are his personal little hell, and you both know that

You just scoff, irritated by this whole situation. You finish your cigarette in a two deep puffs, putting it out on a shiny golden brooch on Kujo’s hilarious hat, leaving the butt right on top on the brim, using it like an ashtray. You flick brunette’s forehead painfully (you worked so hard to train your little fingers, so there are no doubts its gonna leave a red mark on his face for the rest of the day), turning around on your heels and heading gracefully to the exit of the rooftop

- See ya, - you drawl casually, waving your hand as if you were close childhood friends. You bet you heard a quiet muffled sniffle behind, wide grin stretched your pretty lips at the thought. Yes, you two are definitely gonna see each other soon again

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[yoshkeii]

"𝙵𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜"

࿐ character(s): Daichi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane

࿐ genre: sfw, soft/fluff

࿐ type: (au) headcanons

࿐ requested by: anon

⌦ boyfriend male!reader (he/him)

⌦ genshin impact x haikyuu!!, modern settings

⌦ ‘can i request an au headcanon (basically genshin impact x haikyuu!!, modern settings, but the vision bearers are rarer than post traveler time and there's still spiral abyss where vision bearers help discovering new information and artifacts, and getting paid from their country for that) So, daichi and asahi's boyfriend(a vision bearer, which element is up to you to decide.)(also separetly) reacts that their boyfriend just give them an old flower artifact that he found that reminds male!reader of his boyfriend‘

A/N: an interesting concept !! thank you for requesting, im not good with reactions but- ihopethisisokay,, i dont think i did well on this,, khai writes hcs weirdly pt. who fucking knows.

asahi azumane’s give flower: wanderer’s troupe or viridescent venerer

𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒:

》 staring at the rosy-red petaled flower that was supposedly made into a brooch, a piece missing that would make the item stay on the wearer. your eyes glossed over the item, identifying cracks and scratches on the metallic bronze pieces that accompanied the ordinary looking flower, that somehow was in one piece. just... slightly off-colored. before jumping as your name was called by another vision-bearer with two others by the way towards the exit of the Abyss floor, you began to hurry over to them as you gently slid the “Gladiator’s Nostalgia” into your pouch. the name you had read before within a dusty journal, remembering it so clearly with a much vibrant image than the real one you had now. but it oh, so reminded you of your beloved boyfriend, the one waiting for you at your shared home. 《

→ Daichi didn’t know he would be dating a vision-bearer, no one would’ve thought of a thing really. they were such a rare sight to see out in public- especially in the modern days. but that only just added to the many surprises you came home with after your days of working in the “Spiral Abyss” is what they call it.

→ giving him the faded-out red flower as soon as you walked through the front door, a bright smile across your face, was a sight he would never get tired of. except the slight worriedness would built up seeing scratches n bruises along your skin the more he stared...

→ eventually leading him to treating your injuries properly, maybe a slight scold or lecture here and there-

→ “Love, you know you have to be careful. Especially with fire! I know you have a Pyro vision, but that doesn’t mean mess around- and play with fire itself- You aren’t immune to it.” “..even worse that you tried using your abilities to cook..”

→ “He-hey it was a one time thing-!! and I was really curious ‘Muraaa..” you whined, wincing and pulling your face away with a pout as Daichi pressed a cotton swab onto the cut along your cheek.

→ “Yeah yeah, lil’ember.” He muttered the nickname, swiping a thumb over the bandaid to cover the cut. “..there you are done, now go get a change of clothes dirty boy- I have to put the first aid stuff away.”

→ seeing you disappear pass the door frame of your shared room, he went back to pack and close the first aid kit. before his eyes wandered towards the flower you had given him earlier, which was just idly sitting there on the counter. Daichi picked up the flower holding it gently in his palms, feeling the petals with his free hand.

→ he stared at the flower for a long moment, observing the petals before noticing the scratches on the metal pieces attached to the brooch. he smile gently, beginning to realize this was a gift to him, a gift that you gave and probably risked your life to nag. 

→ sighing deeply at the thought of you getting hurt, knowing how clumsy you can be, he went off to the shared room where you would be. just to make sure you dont... do something stupid.

→ “Y/N?” Daichi had softly called out, seeing your head peek out from the closet as you slid a shirt on. he motioned his hands upwards a little, still holding the faded-brooch in his palms. 

→ “Oh! The Gladiator’s Nostalgia? The flower, do you like it??” the way you had ecstatically replied, he could imagine a puppy’s tail wagging so fast. your eyes shimmering as you awaited his answer.

→ “I love it, ember, it was really nice of you to give it to me.” “..although I hope you didn’t get hurt too much... to achieve it. I bet this was hard to get-” He spoke softly, genuine about the words slipping through his lips.

→ “Well actually... not really-” seeing Daichi look at you in confusion, “..I’ve seen that artifact set a lot on my runs with my team, but are often- broken’n’damaged. So I- I could never give you one-” “There’s also different ones apart of the same set for yours!! I might try to collect the others for you... or more.. flowers..”

→ “Wa-wait-,, there’s more-?” he longed on his question, before he could let out another word he noticed how you started to ramble. talking about interesting details of the items you could get him on your adventures and battles, and all he did was listen. settling down on the edge of the bed while you went on.

→ you were so passionate with your job, what you were doing as a vision-bearer. it’s what he liked about you, or well... loved about you. although he wonder if every Vision-bearer were the same, he’d still take you, . date you, just as who you are. with, or without a vision. and ofc he will keep an eye on what gifts you decide to give him in the mere future.

𝙰𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚒:

》 being an Anemo Vision bearer, your able to adapt and flow with whatever could come your way. making elements spread across the battlefield with one set of moves or to crowd-control them into one spot for the others to strike the unfortunate foes. time to time you would stumble upon the “Viridescent Venerer” set in the fallen loot of opponents or the scuffed chests that were stashed at the end of battles. they looked so different than most artifacts, especially the flowers. common artifacts were genuine real flowers, making them have the same aspect as any other flower, withering and fading into nothing but dull-bland colors. but the Viridescent Venerer’s flower did not, it was just a white wild flower that used to cover the earth. and it has not withered one bit, and still gives off an exquisite fragrance you noticed as the times you ran by it... and well of course noticed it as the scent was what you usually smelled since you had one as part of your outfit. 《

→ Asahi had always pointed out the flower on your outfit, the “In Remembrance of Viridescent Fields“ is what the books would title it, but in short you just called it the Viridescent Venerer flower or just... Viridescent for Asahi’s sake.

→ he had always complimented on how it looked beautiful and pretty, especially when his beloved boyfriend is wearing it. 

→ as days of works and floors of the Spiral Abyss, you managed to find a new piece of the Viridescent to use. unlike discarding the one you currently you had, you had an idea that came into mind, finding you sliding the newer artifact into your bag before leaving off to home. a smile brought onto your face.

→ now cuddling in each others presence, you both chatted about your days. already cleaned yourself up from your days works. hand in hand with soft laughter erupting from both of you, before it died off into comfortable silence.

→ “Azumane, love?” you simply called out, knowing you caught his attention instantly as you felt movement from him. “You certainly like the flower on my fit.”

→ “Well it really is- pretty. Like knowing how regular and most flowers wilt and wither- That one hasn’t! An-And I believe its the same one you wore the day we met too-” he noted.

→ to only be surprised at his memory of these types of things, you laughed- making him startled and a bit embarrassed.

→ “You sure have quite the memory, to even remember that image? I’m impressed, so I assume... it has caught your eye since the start? Just like I was to your own vision~” you cooed, getting up from his grasps before disappearing pass a corner of a wall.

→ confusion expressed on Asahi’s face, sitting up from his position on the couch before his eyes caught the glimpse of the Viridescent in your hand.

→ sitting on the edge of the couch, you motioned the flower towards him, a gentle smile across your face.

→ “I would simply like you to have mine then, it is quite old- and worn from the times I’ve had it through my lifetime. But I think it’ll be a nice gift from me to you.”

→ hearing the words being slipped passed your mouth, he felt tears daring to fall from his eyes- Asahi did not know why. but imagining keeping the Viridescent you had for who knew how long-

→ it would be something he would cherish, something he wouldnt let go.

→ exchanging gentle kisses across your face in exchange, trying his best not to cry the joy. because it was so touching- so simple yet so poetic to give. he didn’t think he deserved one.

→ and from that afternoon, Asahi had kept it. he had kept it safe and sound, bringing it with him whenever you were never there. so he had something to calm him down in anxious moments. he had a memory of you in a flower that would never wither.

[a-supernatural-writer]

hcs for poly! tlb with a fem! s/o who’s style is dark academia and is really blunt/logical and smart. she basically gives off a ‘mysterious, quiet, dark, critical’ vibe (she also doesn’t really know how to handle people who are extremely emotional and she doesn’t know how to soothe someone. she’s just really oblivious/clueless when it comes to others feelings). i’m so sorry if what i requested doesn’t make sense or if it was too much. i am seriously incapable of writing anything without making it look like an essay lmao. love your work btw 💕✨

Dark Academia Fem! S/O 

Poly Lost Boys x Fem reader

I had so much fun writing this! I love the dark academia aesthetic! And it made perfect sense and it wasn’t too much! Having a lot actually helps me expand and write more so thank you. And I’m the same, once I have an idea, I write a lot, so you’re all good! And awww!!! Thank you!!! 💗💗✨✨ I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy!

Okay, so you are very different compared to the large number of characters on the boardwalk. Your style consisted of button shirts, sweaters or turtle necks, dress pants or a plaid pleated skirts, cardigans or waistcoats, oxford shoes or even wire framed glasses if you wore them for seeing or just for the look. 

To say that you caught the boys attention would be an understatement. You seemed to stand out amongst the crowd and they became curious. You were a mystery to them and they love the challenge. 

Somehow, someway, after days or weeks later, you became good friends which soon lead to you dating four trouble making punks. It was tough on both parts, but it happened, and hey, you weren’t complaining. 

You were very blunt when you first met them, not really interested in them and more or less interested in the book in your hands. It took a lot of “accidental” run ins to even get you to hang out with them. 

You slowly opened up when they offered to take you out for dinner at a local diner. They’re constant joking soon had you letting out small, almost whisper-like giggles and tiny smiles that sent them into a frenzy. 

When you would start talking about yourself, your ideas of fun were different from theirs. You liked museums, opera houses, bookstores and going to theaters to see plays. The games you played were chess and cards, and the music you listened to was old. You were pretty sure they thought you were boring but you actually peaked their interest. 

After a while of being friends with them, they asked you out. You liked them and the only logical step was to see if you liked them the same way they liked you was to date them, so you said yes. 

In general, them having a girlfriend with a 1940s/1950s dark prep look was fun. David and Dwayne like it the most. Paul next, then Marko. 

David actually really likes picking out your clothing on most days. You have an extensive collection of clothing with material from cashmere to linen, all the colors consisting of browns, black, cream and even a little dark green. 

His favorite thing to put you in is trench coats. Doesn’t matter what color it is, he just likes seeing you in them. Also, there are a handful of times that he has MADE you wear his trench coat. Yeah it almost swimmed on you, but he thought it made you look cute and it fit in perfectly with your look. 

Dark academia isn’t only your style, but it’s your way of life. David is the one that plays chess with you. You had to reteach it to him and pretty soon, the two of you had your own little set up in the cave that was always ready for a game of chess. 

David is sort of like you… in a way when it comes to others feelings. But deep down he knows that he really likes you and tries to show it the best he can. He took you to a theater to see a play that you were constantly talking about and so he took you on a date. You being you, didn’t realize that’s what it was until he told it straight to your face. Let’s just say you were speechless for the next hour. 

Also, when it’s just the two of you, deep inside the cave where your nest is, classical music is playing from your record player. It could be Beethoven, Tchaikovsky or Mozart. Whoever it is, David is the one that will listen to it with you the most. I think he really enjoys classical music and he enjoys it even more if the two of you are cuddling in your bed. 

Occasionally Dwayne would join the two of you. You would be sitting in between David’s legs as Dwayne sat in between yours, his head leaning back against your chest. It was like a cuddle pile… cuddle train?? Whatever you wanted to call it, it was cuddling while the three of you relaxed listening to classical music. And it was darn cute. 

Dwayne loves listening to you go on and on about any books you were reading at the moment. Whether or not it was nonfiction or even about any type of history. He was down. He lived through a lot and he knew about half of the stuff you gushed on about, but for some odd reason, it never bored him when you talked about it. 

He would be the one to get you new books, leaving you sweet little notes tied to them. Of course you thought it was just him being nice and thanked him for it without thinking there was any romantic meaning behind it. Yeah he was one of your boyfriends but it never really crossed your mind that way. He would just shake his head at your obliviousness and give you a small peck on the lips. 

Don’t ask him why, but his favorite look on you is a light cream colored blouse with a plaid skirt and Mary Jane shoes. Dwayne is a leg man so… he’s very happy when decide to show off some skin if you decide not to wear knee-socks or stockings with it. Even if you did wear them, he would still be attached to your side the entire night. 

Like David, Dwayne would bring you out to a lot of places that were opened late at night. If there was an art exhibition in town or even a museum that was open late, just say the word and he will happily drive you on his bike. Heck, David might even tag along. 

Also, late night bookstore dates… oh my heart, it’s too sweet it hurts. There are times that he does have to throw you over his shoulder when the bookstore is closing and you're pretty much refusing to leave. When he does that, you just stay frozen over his shoulder, not knowing if you should be blushing or cursing at him for carrying you like a sack of potatoes. 

If anything, you and Dwayne connect very well. You’re naturally very quiet and so is he. Not much is said between you two but there's a mutual understanding that can’t be explained. While the others are out causing trouble, you and him are on the sidelines watching hand in hand or your reading and he's just staring at you as you do so. 

Paul and Marko kind of give you whiplash. They’re loud and rowdy and definitely 100% opposite from you. But they interested you. They had a very chaotic outlook on life which made you ask many questions. 

Paul found your look sexy. He’s horny and you give off preppy school vibes, he’s living for it 24/7. Constant teasing of you giving him ‘private lessons’ which results with you whacking a book against the back of his head. But it doesn’t stop the reddening of your ears which doesn’t make him stop.  

This man is also your designated jewelry expert. You only wear some accessories and they're very simple. So you are very surprised when Paul finds you jewelry that is your style and collects it for you. You like leather watches, guess what, he’s got it for you. You want some fancy victorian looking brooches, he’s got that too. Simple rings with a single jewel in the middle, expect constant ‘will you marry me’ jokes, but he gets you the best.

Also, he’s not overly big into your music selection. He does try to get you into his type of music, which you only like very few and far between. But when you do get him to listen to your type of music, it’s only if you agree to listen to his music the next night. You guys come up with a system and decide to switch every few nights. 

Each of the boys have their favorite look on you and Paul's is when you wear a button-up of any color with a simple black tie, a pencil skirt and a pair of Dr.Marten boots. He especially likes the tie… for reasons. God damn it, you know the reasons, get out of here. 

He’s a very affectionate boy and he finds your looks over confusion some of the cutest shit he’s ever seen. Probably the first one to tell you that he loves you and you honestly like glitched out. Did you feel the same way? Yes, but poor little thing you doesn’t say it right away, but Paul knows that you aren’t really used to saying things like that without warming up to it. Which is okay. He knows even if you don’t say it. 

He definitely steals one of your blazers to put pins on it. Marko helps, putting a few patches on it that they both know you would like. It’s the one item that stands out in all of your clothing and you will wear it if they ask you to. 

Marko definitely thinks the look is cute and it suits you very well, but why no color?! You wear dark colors but nothing bright like the colors that are on his jacket. He tries to slip in some colorful clothing into your everyday look, it never goes as planned but you give him an A for effort. 

He loves how dark you can be at times though. You want to go to a local graveyard just because? Sure! Let’s go! He’s your designated graveyard buddy. You have many date nights there, looking at all the different gravestones and finding it interesting when you jot down some names in one of your notebooks. 

Speaking of notebooks, you have many of them. They were filled with notes from books you’ve read, real life observations or even just some random poetry and short stories that you wrote. Marko would go through them a lot and even sometimes draw little doodles or rough sketches that were thought up from your writings. 

When you spend nights down at the Boardwalk, your go to drink isn’t a slushie or a milkshake or even a soda. It’s coffee or tea. Yeah, and only Marko knows your drink orders by heart. None of the others seem to remember them correctly which you thank them for trying but Marko has got them all beat. 

Marko likes seeing you in sweaters and in your trousers or linen shorts with chelsea boots. If anything, when the two of you are alone, just wearing a knit sweater and shorts were perfect for him. He likes how cozy and warm you look. He’s very happy when he cuddles you and you are warm. 

Now when they tell you that they’re vampires, you think that they’re joking. Vampires aren’t real, they’re a work of fiction. Yes there was a real man named Dracula, but there was no way that they were actual vampires. 

Then they showed you hard proof and then there was no denying it at that point. Instead of running away, you were fascinated. You wanted to understand your boyfriends vampire ways that lead to you conducting extensive research and a notebook dedicated to them. 

They showed you everything about them, how they feed, to which you didn’t bat an eyelash of watching them feed one night. You were one morbid chick but they saw that as a plus that you didn’t react. You had graveyard dates for crying out loud, nothing really surprised them at that point.

Flying came next and they had a lot of fun showing you just how high they could go with you in their arms. You never screamed at the height, you were too caught up in seeing the overhead view of the town. You could get used to seeing a view like that every night.  

Then came the other things; how they slept before you came along, what actually hurt them and what didn’t. There was one time that you stared at their vampire faces for hours because you were taking notes on how their facial features changed. 

Soon you had to stock up on more turtlenecks because of the many bite marks they would leave behind from feeding on you if the weather was bad one night. It wasn’t tough adapting to their occasional feeding. A lot of your clothing already covered up your skin so it was easy to hide from people on your nights out. 

Not too long after, they popped the question. Would you want to be a vampire? Live forever, never grow up? Be with them for all eternity? You didn’t really need to think about it for too long, you knew what your answer was and so did they even if you didn’t say it out loud. You loved your boys and not much would change.

When you did change, it was entertaining for them to watch. You soon started taking down notes about your progress, comparing and contrasting your experience to their own. 

To the eyes of many, you became even more dark and mysterious. You had an aura around you that drew people in, it’s what got you your four vampire boyfriends, only now, it brought in your meal for the night.

[erosia-rhodes]

As much as I love binge-watching television, it's kinda fun speculating each week about what the hell is happening on WandaVision, a show that's made the brave choice to keep so much unexplained for so long. So, let me speculate:

Evan Peters is playing Peter Maximoff from the X-Men universe and not someone else in disguise.

Here's why:

Wanda has to use real people to populate her daydream If Wanda could make everything up from scratch, she wouldn't have to take a whole town hostage. She needs real people and real matter to fuel her daydream. Sparky's death showed that Wanda can't bring organic beings back from the dead, so that makes it impossible to resurrect Aaron Tayler-Johnson as Pietro. Instead, the next best thing is another speedster that could pass for Pietro, which is how Peter got plucked out of the X-Men universe. By whom? Either unconsciously by Wanda or on purpose by whoever is the secret villain of the show. Peter's real memories were blocked and new ones were implanted. I'd bet he only remembers events where Wanda was present because her magic is powering everything even if she's not totally in control. Some of her other memories might have bled through during the process, which would explain why this Pietro is somewhat aware of what's actually going on. Or X-Men Peter might be having fun with the whole thing and doesn't need as much of a shove as everyone else! He seems like a guy who would try anything once.

Out of character for the MCU, but in character for the X-Men universe Some people think Pietro is sus because he's acting out of character, but that's only true if you're comparing him to the MCU's Quicksilver. He's acting perfectly in character for Peter from the X-Men films, a twenty-something "man child" still living in his mom's basement who enjoys playing video games when he's not stealing things and pranking people like Wanda's Pietro does with his Halloween antics. X-Men Peter is also morally flexible, filling his basement with stolen TV's and Twinkies and breaking Magneto out of prison just for kicks. That's why he's not overly perturbed that Wanda is mind controlling a bunch of people. Peter's done crimes himself, and his dad is a super villain who tried to kill the president, so if he has a sister who's mind controlling a town, it just makes her fit into the family.

This place is insane, of course he has questions! Some people think Pietro was asking way too many questions, but anyone dropped into this weirdo town would have questions. The people in S.W.O.R.D. have nothing but questions! If he were the main villain in disguise, he wouldn't need to ask any questions because he'd already know how Wanda was doing things. People also thought it was suspect that Peter responded to most of Wanda's questions with questions of his own, but that was probably the writers' way of including exposition about the missing kids and what was up with Wanda's accent. We don't know if the villain can disguise themselves as someone else anyway, and if he could, wouldn't he just use the Aaron Taylor-Johnson version as his illusion? Why choose some guy no one in town recognizes?

This casting choice feels like more than just fan service I don't think Marvel would go to the trouble of casting Evan Peters in this role unless he really is the Quicksilver from the X-Men universe. Marvel has served up some good fan service over the years, but typically only when it makes sense for the story or it's been earned. I don't see any reason to use Evan Peters unless it's really X-Men Peter. If it's not him, it would be simpler to use a random person in town to play Pietro and pay the actor less. If it really is X-Men Peter, this development cracks open the multi-verse which we known is going to be explored in the next Dr. Strange movie and the next Spider-man film.

Ok, but who sent him? Probably the secret villain who is behind all this. (My money's on Nightmare.) Peter first appears when Vision is questioning Wanda about the nature of their reality. Quite a convenient way of derailing that conversation! Another theory is that Dr. Strange sent him as some sort of mole, but I don't think Pietro would have appeared when he did if that were the case. His distraction was too well timed to shut down Vision's line of questioning.

But isn't he too old to be X-Men Quicksilver? Ok, I admit, this is sort of a problem. The X-Men version of Peter was born in the 50's and the MCU is taking place slightly in the future because of the Blip. That means Peter would be well into his 60's. Does he not age at a normal rate? Are the universes slightly out of sync so the 80's are taking place in the X-Men universe at the same time the 20's are taking place in the MCU? Or did he get snatched out of time as well as location?

What's with the necklace? Pietro has been wearing the same necklace whenever he's on screen, even when it didn't match his Halloween outfit. It's like Agnes's brooch—something almost always worn, no matter the era. It might be a transformed version of his goggles or the headphones he always carries. Or perhaps it gives some sort of magical protection which allows him to realize this world is being run by Wanda? Not sure. If this ends up not being Peter, it could be something associated with whoever he really is.

If it is Peter, how will this end? It seems certain the hex has to end at some point. If Peter is still around at that time, he will be restored to his normal self, probably wearing a silver leather jacket over a t-shirt featuring a band's logo. (Twenty-One Pilots? Fall Out Boy? What modern band do you think Peter would dig?)

Most importantly, he will have created a true emotional bond with Wanda. Their relationship started out as fake, but they've spent real time together and she's opened up to him about how alone and empty she's felt, allowing herself to be vulnerable in a way she rarely has with anyone else. He also clearly loved being Uncle P, goofing around with her kids. (Please let the kids live! If they vanish with the hex, it will be heartbreaking.) Peter could be a true connection that helps bring her back to the world, particularly if he ends up retaining all the memories of Pietro and Wanda’s childhood. I don't think this is the end of their relationship. Honestly, Peter might end up thanking Wanda for all the fun he's had and ask if they can do Knight Rider or The A-Team next time. So, I see three options here:

Option 1) Peter hangs around for a bit because he's stranded in this universe and needs Wanda's help to send him back. Maybe Dr. Strange helps them with that in the next movie.

Option 2) He is able to return to his universe and invites Wanda back with him so she can avoid prison and start a new life. I mean, this woman is definitely facing charges, right? She may not have started this insanity, but she went along with it when she could have stopped it. At this point, she's the Patty Hearst of mind rape. She's either going on the run or spending a lot of time in prison or in a mental hospital.

Option 3) Peter gets expelled from this universe either by Wanda or the secret villain or someone else and never gets a chance to explain anything. This would be the least satisfying conclusion, but it's possible.

I guess we'll see what happens! I will be utterly devastated if this isn't Peter from the X-Men universe because I love all the implications of that. I'd also love to see more of Evan Peters in the MCU.

[hargrove-mayfields]

Day eleven of the Horror on Cherry Lane Challenge!! today’s prompt is decay!

Billy’s been dead for, how long has it even been at this point? Probably at least a decade by now. He hasn’t asked permission to visit the overworld since then at least.

It’s alright though. He likes being dead. After all, there are no societal concepts in the underworld. Nobody around to tell him who to love and where he’s allowed to go. He can drink all day with whoever the hell he wants to, and being trapped down here means his handsome face hasn’t even rotted away to nothing yet, excuse the stupid maggot in his head.

And it isn’t like he’s lonely. His best friend jumped off the town bridge a month after his own death and a day after his girlfriend was killed by a jealous man she was arranged to marry with. The only other person he really missed was his little sister, and she popped up a year and a half after he died too. Poor girl froze to death sitting out at his grave.

He was never erected a real headstone, mostly because nobody but her cared when he died. See, Billy had a reputation. Everyone in town knew the real reason he turned away all the pretty young women his father hand picked for him. That little secret was what got him killed after all.

The best thing he got memorial wise was a handmade marker that his sister and a friend of hers made. They placed it in the woods, though far away from his body, mostly so nobody would find and destroy the little marker, or worse, his corpse.

It’s a touching thought.

But it means Billy isn’t as unbreakable as he thinks he is. When the never ending party that is purgatory gets to be too much, he returns to the spot where he was killed. Sometimes he visits the hand painted stone, and sometimes he doesn’t. His excuse being that he has nothing else to do to get away, but Max and everyone else can probably read him better. They know he doesn’t cope well with being dead.

And maybe Billy did lie about being lonely before. Because he has Tommy and Carol and Max, but simply put, they’re dead. Nothing ever changes and it’s depressing, even more so when he has to wake up every damn night and face the sickly bluish-pale skin and gaping wounds and decay on all the people around him. He isn’t alone, but he misses when he had freedom and a future and a life to look forward to.

He’s bored of death. So as he does, he goes and pouts under his tree. On the anniversary of some date he can’t remember, is when that finally changes.

Just before he’s about to give up his sulking and return to the inevitable, a pretty boy stumbles into his woods. He’s out too late and wearing a crumpled suit. Gleaming in the moonlight, he carries a small silver ring, a wedding band more specifically.

The boy holds it delicately between slender fingers, and pours his heart out into the nothingness. His voice echoes off the dying trees, the silent air of a snowy night.

Billy listens just because he can, pities the boy because he knows the feeling of forcing himself to fall in love with someone. Knows even better what happened when he tried to break out of that.

It sounds like wedding vows he’s practicing. Something about the whole scenario makes the suit Billy stole from his father and hand-altered, the shining brooch and the gloves and little crown of flowers as dead as he is all from his mother, even more ironic. Makes his chest feel tight in a way that is definitely not just from the bleeding hole in his ribs.

And then the pretty boy slips the ring, presumably meant for his belle, whoever she is, onto Billy’s finger.

For Billy, that’s everything he ever wanted. He died trying to get that. Let his guard down and ended up moping in the dirt, half decayed and trapped in between his happiness and suffering.

He hasn’t even seen the boy's face, but his voice is lovely, airy and thick like honey. He sounds like he’s from around here, whereas Billy came from out of state, maybe from old money. It doesn’t really matter. It’s a nice break from the monotony of death to hear such sweet words from such an even sweeter voice.

Not that Billy’s naive enough (though perhaps he is heartbroken enough) to really think those passionate declarations were meant for him, but he’s not dumb enough to let the moment pass either. Not after his last beau stabbed him in lieu of such affections.

When the boy tries to take his ring back, Billy literally takes the opportunity by the wrist, bony fingers digging into warm, living flesh, and he doesn’t let go.

[starryseung]

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒔 90'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 [ 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 ]

𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏

you are chan’s muse; there’s no denying in that

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

dates at the beach, where you would walk hand in hand across the shore

he would bring his ukulele and play random hymns, with you playing with your feet in the sand as his voice surrounds you

also the kind to ask your dad for permission whenever he wanted to take you out (promising to be back before curfew)

and always walks you back home, no matter how early or late it is

takes you out for long drives around the town side during weekends

his mustang is rusty but has an open roof so you stand up and let the fresh country wind hit your face

“i love you chan!”

and he just giggles at your actions

“stop y/n~ you’re embarrassing me,”

but lets you do it because there’s no one around

𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

small doodles on the back of your hand and wrists (!!!)

has matching heart and butterfly brooches for your jean jackets

always has your hand in his no matter what. it gives him a sense of protection.

world’s certified ‘biggest and warmest hugs giver’: bang chan©!

hugs you when you’re upset, hugs you when you’re happy

also likes having you sit in his lap

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

kisses with chan are always sweet

he wants you to feel safe and comfortable whenever he can, so he’ll kiss you randomly on your cheek / the back of your hand

sometimes decorate your hair with flowers and then kiss your forehead uwu

you two rarely make out but when you do — oof it’s intense

but still always cautious with each step and makes sure you both are okay with everything because mans ain’t here to hurt you

𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒐

he is a prince, and you’re his crown

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

daily evening walks at the park with his cats is a must

you two take turns sitting and pushing each other on the swing (even though it’s usually him pushing you because he loves hearing your laughs and squeals when he pushes you a little too high)

favourite habit: eating slushies every other day while you’re swinging on the swings at the park

on the walk back home you two’d compare your tongue colours, laughing at each other while making stupid faces

“your tongue looks like you ate a smurf!”

“shut up, your’s looks like you ate tweety,”

𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

he doesn’t usually initiate the hand-holding, acting like he’s a man or whatever

but desperately wants you to do it because he loves it

not much of a touchy person, but likes having your head on his chest while you two are lying down on the grass at the evening, stargazing

also likes having you play with his hair

always keeps you close with a hand on your waist

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

sometimes you’d have to kiss him back to earth when he’s daydreaming, making him smile uncontrollably at your soft-ness

but pda is very low

smiley kisses you on the forehead when you’re super happy about something

evening make-out sessions include: you in his lap, him smirking into the kiss, kissing down your jaw while you’re tugging at his hair

but little to no hickeys (only you can give them to him because he’s still scared of your dad)

overall whipped af for you

𝒔𝒆𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒊𝒏

he writes songs about you; sings them to you when you’re down

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

changbin might not show it but he loves impressing you

like even if you tell him otherwise, he has this slight alert at the back of his head that you think he’s not enough

so he goes the extra mile to keep you happy (not that you’re complaining)

you two secretly have a piercing on the ear

okay but can we all agree on how changbin would show you off to all his friends? yes thank you.

occasional dates at home and he orders take out for you two (you deny him but he’s a rich boi so he’s gonna spoil you)

never stops with the dad jokes and laughs when you give him emotion-less reactions

“Why do eggs never tell each other jokes? Because they’d crack each other up!”

“Shut up Binnie, I’m gonna crack your head now,”

𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

*cue the changbin signature schoolgirl laugh when you’re acting a little stupid*

always has his hand at the small of your back / on your shoulder

lets you call him stupid and cute nicknames, but calls you really few like ‘baby’ or ‘sweetie’

has a hand on your thigh a l w a y s (also the place where your tickle fights start)

hugs and pouts when you don’t do things his way

only he is allowed to make fun of you (then continues messing around when he thinks you’re a lil upset)

likes it when you play with his guns hands and fingers

sleeps with his head in your lap / on your chest

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

okay but changbin is so c a r e f u l while kissing you because he doesn’t wanna make you feel uncomfy in any way

pouty babie when you don’t kiss him / ignore him

now you’re always showering him with kisses, so he feels a lil empty when you’re not around

hands on your hips when you kiss

sometimes pushes your hair back when they come in the way, then proceeds to smile into the kiss

𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏

“so many flowers in the world, and you’re still prettier than them all”

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

always has your hand in his. like, a l w a y s.

takes you flower picking with him (!!!)

you’d run through the fields, and he’d take pictures of you in the knee-high grass and flowers in your hands

oh oh he’d take polaroid pictures of you everywhere but there’s really less ones you two together because he’s always taking yours only (there’s one of you and him with daisies and it’s in his wallet pocket uwu)

you two make flower crowns for each other with the flowers you picked, taking each others pictures afterwards

loves trying out new foods with you from different places

he tries to keep you happy / make you laugh so it goes something like,,

“okay that barbecue pizza was so good, we should definitely come around again jinnie,”

“y-yeah we should! it was awesome,” (proceeds to turn around and drink glugs of water to dissipate the disgusting taste from his pallette)

𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

unlike chan, i don’t see hyunjin as someone who would drive long distances at night, so you two would sleep in at his house

cuddles!! all the time!!!

and you always wear his hoodies and shirts because they’re so warm and smell of him you’re practically drowning in them lol

loves having a leg and hand around you while you’re watching movies on his small crt tv

usually he cuddles you when you’re playing with kkami

because kkami is adorable and you are adorable so like,, double adorable

loves it when you have your hand in his hair, but also loves vice versa

hugs you while sleeping (small sleepy pout on his face as he sleeps with his head on your chest)

𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

his soft lips are his charming point and so very kissable, so no one should would disagree when i say that his kisses are dripping in honey

normally he would kiss you first, but equally loves it when you initiate it

hands rubbing small circles on your thighs and stomach while you’re kissing

make-out sessions are soft and giggly, and you two usually just sleep dead tired after that

sometimes spices things up and bites your bottom lip, giggling as you’re shocked at his bold actions

making out with him can never go wrong (scientifically proven)

a/n; ckwjniefvbu i had so much fun writing this lmao thank you @mini-meanhoe​ for your brains and permission :D maknae line will come soon!!! <3

note; credits to @lq-bangchan @heekkiedits @bangchanzuwu @byul-bit-arae for the pictures!!

taglist; @hyukminie​​ @cherryeol04​​ @lomlminho​​ @bruh-changbin​​ @yooniversalstudios @ann0325441904​(message me if you want to be added!)

[spaceorphan18]

99 Perspectives #44

A/N: The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

I started something like this a while back - and now I’m taking the idea and really running with it. Each chapter is a ficlet of a different character at a different point in Kurt and Blaine’s life - documenting their love story. This starts in Audition, and each chapter will be paired with a different episode until reaching Dreams Come True.

[Ao3]

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The Tadpole Gay (Goodbye) 

Sitting on the courtyard bench, pouring over his freshly bought copy of the Thunderclap - McKinley High’s yearbook, is Nestor Smalls; a freshman whose first year of high school is coming to a close in less than a few weeks.  It’s slightly warm out for May - but Nestor is happy with the way he looks.  He found the perfect vest to go with his dark, designer jeans.  And the giraffe brooch he found at a rummage sale is a delightful match for his brightly orange newsie cap.  An unexpected, yet welcome addition to his collection.  He couldn’t be happier.  

His boyfriend, Jon, who could hardly be wearing anything considered fashionable, sits next to him with a grunt.  “Can you believe those two?” Jon nods to the stairwell, where Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson are chatting with each other.  

Well - it’s more like intense flirting, but Nestor has never seen them ever be more physical than a slight touch.  Not that it matters.  Nestor adores both of them.  Kurt has been his fashion icon from the moment he stepped into McKinley’s halls.  And Blaine is so dreamy.  He’s well aware of Jon’s disdain, however.  

“Why don’t they just fuck and spare us all the over-the-top drama of a couple of gays daring to touch each other,” Jon says, with a bit of scorn on his tongue.  “Could they be any more prudish? No one is going to beat them up.” 

“I’m pretty sure they are dating,” Nestor says.  He looks down at his yearbook, to the open page of the glee club, where Kurt and Blaine are sitting front and center.  Nestor would join - but he can’t sing at all - and knows better.  Still, unlike Jon, and his sour attitude, he finds them inspiring.  “You don’t know that.  Just because nothing has happened to us, and we’re not that much more careful, doesn’t mean bad things didn’t happen to them.”  Nestor had heard the rumors from the previous year’s prom.  And his online friends have told him horror stories from places they live less evolved than Lima. 

“It doesn’t make them any less annoying,” Jon says, rolling his eyes.  “Do they have to be so stereotypical?  I mean one looks like he’s been fired by Tim Gunn for incorporating too much Elizabeth Taylor into his look and the other screams I have the sex appeal of a gay front man for a teeny-bopper boy band.  They might as well be a couple of sexless lesbians.” 

Nestor angrily slams his yearbook shut.  Jon’s been getting under his nerves a lot lately, but this is the final straw.  “You know what - I had a really good year this year.  I shouldn’t have - because we’re freshman in high school, and statistically, it’s actually supposed to suck.  But mine didn’t - do you want to know why?” 

Jon looks at him, a bit shocked at the outburst.  “Oh, don’t tell me you’re going to go on another one of your diatribes.” 

That one struck a nerve.  “I figured out it was okay to be me,” Nestor says with strong conviction.  “I’m pretty weird and out there and wildly gay, but I’m okay with that.”  He’s all but screaming - people are looking, but he doesn’t care.  “People look at me funny and call me names, but still, I’m okay with that.  Because there are a couple of people on this planet that have shown me that it’s okay to be as outlandish and unique as I am.  And not just people on TV - and not people pre-approved by you to be gay icons; but people I see in my everyday life.  I don’t care if you consider them the right or wrong kind of queer.  I don’t care that you find them an insult to a community that you are barely a part of yourself.  I don’t care that you seem to be offended by every little thing they do.  And I doubt they care either.”

“I cannot believe you’re trying to defend them…” Jon tries to cut in, but Nestor isn’t done.  

“So, I had a great first year of high school,” Nestor continues. “I figured out what I want to do with my life.  I got a boyfriend.  I had sex.  And I’m pretty confident in myself that I realized that I don’t owe you anything for being my first.  There are plenty of gays in the world - hell Lima even, that are better to be with than your judgmental ass.  So, fuck you.  I’m dumping you.  And then I’m going to do the one thing I haven’t had the guts to do this year.  Tell a couple of my personal idols thank you - and ask for their autographs.  Fuck what you think.” 

Nestor, feeling quite exhilarated, gets to his feet, and without giving a glance to his now ex-boyfriend, walks across the courtyard in hopes of getting an autograph from two people he admires: Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson.