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nyaetienne · 4 years ago

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Recognizing the OGs: An Homage to the Y2K Aesthetic

First, I would like to state that I am not a fashion writer of any sorts – so apologies for any under-delivery of this story. This is more of a brain-and-photo-dump that I suddenly decided to write about! So here goes.

It’s all over the For You page – vintage outfit inspo, “Y2K hairstyles”, generic dances to 2000s RnB hits (let’s not even get into that..) – all things 2000s/90s have come back into style. And to be honest, I’m here for it - for women of color, the 2000s and 90s were about being unapologetically vibrant and culturally sound. It even seems that there was more space for black women in the 90s and 2000s than there is now – as the 2010s rolled around, sitcoms that explored blackness fell off of the air, the RnB and Hip Hop sound that had been reserved for those who pioneered it joined forces with Pop music, and black culture became popular culture .

And so we come to 2020, an era where black and other American subcultures have been engrained into internet and popular culture so heavily that many (read: non-POC) cannot tell the difference. I could go on for paragraphs about the double standards for AAVE (African American Vernacular/Ebonics) – wherein speaking in the dialect as a black person signifies “uneducatedness”, but on the internet it’s “stan language” – but today, I’m focusing on aesthetics. Aesthetics have much greater importance than one might think – they play an one of the largest roles in stereotypes, which obviously affect minorities heavily. So when we look back on late 90s and 2000s (Y2K) fashion, stereotypes about certain fashion styles arose and were exclusively associated with black people. These fashions remained relatively untouched by white, popular culture, until redistributed as “trendy”.

Here are just a few of these trends & their origins:

Hoops, Chunky Gold Rings, & Bamboo Earrings

These earrings are a beauty-supply staple. The large, chunky bamboo hoops only run you $5 at a local beauty supply, and were a “ghetto fab” jewelry only worn by black and Latina women – famously, they were introduced to popular culture by the HipHop group Salt N Pepa. These earrings continued to be worn in various forms – hoops, chunky, layered – and were associated with being from “the hood” or being a rapper. The statement “the bigger the hoop the bigger the hoe” is a common tease that was be directed towards young Black girls when their hoops were “too large”, just one example of race-based sexualization due to stereotypes. In an ideal world these connotations would not be harmful, but alas.

Now these earrings are a trendy layering piece, that are worn for a “sophisticated yet fashion-forward” look and cost upwards of $30.

Baggy Pants & Flannels, or “Little Shirt Big Pants”

Dickies coming back were something no one could have predicted – these inexpensive “work pants” were normally associated and reserved for working-class individuals (who are always disproportionately people of color). However, Latina women flipped these baggy pants and jeans into part of their daily fashion, in a subculture known as Chola culture. This aesthetic was notoriously associated with lower-class, gang-related activity – down to the flannels, thin eyebrows, dark eye makeup, moles, and over-lined lips.

But as the early 2000s neared, a white pop-singer by the name of Gwen Stefani “introduced” (read: stole) chola culture to pop culture. Now, Chola culture has re-emerged as the Y2K aesthetic has become popular – and has even manifested itself into the “alt girl” aesthetics as well. The “little shirt big pants” trend has become associated with TikTok now as well.

Hairstyles: Streaks, Ponytails, and Multiple-Parts

Hair is more than just hair for black women. Because of our kinky hair-texture, we are able to achieve almost any style – straight, curly, gelled, pixie, you name it. However, certain hairstyles are associated with negative stereotypes and were simply reserved for black women – white women, at one point in time, wanted nothing to do with black style and fashion. But in the 90s and 2000s as black female figures such as Alicia Keys, Tyra Banks, Lil Kim, Destiny’s Child, TLC (the list goes on) pushed themselves into the same rooms as their white counterparts, Rnb and Hip Hop became viable to white audiences. Anything “urban” was now fair game. The colorful streaks and highlights that artists such as Beyoncé and Lil Kim donned had their origins in the beauty salons in their predominantly-black neighborhoods (Houston, Brooklyn). Not to mention, colorful hair was reserved for black women due to the association of colorful wigs and extensions as “ghetto”.

Both the colorful wigs and hair-streak trends were then adopted by pop artists such as Christina Aguilera, and have returned now as an homage to to 2000s artists – but not the originators. High ponytails with dramatic swoops, ponytails into braids, and bandana styles are included in the list of newly-popular “Tik Tok hairstyles”.

Low rise jeans, sequins, and all

Sequins were a particularly “2000s” fashion trend – a pair with low-rise jeans with a small, brightly-colored or sequined top was a staple for black and Latino artists on the red carpet.

Even Aaliyah’s famous open-front zigzag top has been replicated down to the T for Summer 2020. Kimora Lee Simmons’ Baby Phat has come back as of 2019, as well.

Logomania

Last but certainly not least, Logomania. Now this was another style that I could have never seen coming back, especially in the prestige with which it has. Having any piece of logomania clothing was a notoriously ghetto-fab statement – Lil Kim iconic outfits were just a reflection of what her community in BedStuy wore. Moschino, LV, and Gucci-patterened items were reserved for those who wanted to “show off” their designer items with flare, while traditional, subtle luxury wear was reserved for the “real” higher ups – until now.

Billie Eilish is just one of many celebrities who have re-popularized this once controversial fashion statement.

#ARTS & CULTURE

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dollhousemary · 3 years ago

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waitressnatural appearances

(not noting everyone here, mostly just main characters/people whose appearance is different to canon in some way)

dean:

looks essentially the same as he does in canon around s4, but his hair looks less shitty. It’s a lil longer, and a warmer brown color

clothes are also mostly the same but he has the Rocky’s uniform (staff t-shirt and apron), and I think he on average wears less layers than he does in canon. more henleys

also i’m giving him all his accessories back! rings and bracelets and the samulet, etc etc

cas:

logically since this is ‘09 he should look closest to s4 cas, but every time i try to imagine him he looks closer to s9 cas (maybe it’s the human thing?)

i don’t think his hair is longer than it is in canon, but i do think it’s just a touch wavier

at work he wears dress shirts and ties (maybe occasionally a vest?), slacks, dress shoes, and his doctor’s coat. he also has gold wire-rimmed reading glasses

outside of work is kind of a toss-up between a similar style of dress sans coat, or just like. sweaters and jeans

sam:

looks closest to s3/4 sam, his hair is sort of middle parted and chin length, a lil wavy!

he’s a high school history teacher so. i think you can probably picture his work attire

outside of work i think he dresses close to early spn canon but like. better? more hoodies, and t-shirts with cool designs on them

also! idk why this is important to me, but he has one of those jean jackets with the sherpa collar. it just feels right

jo:

looks mostly the same as canon but she wears her hair up more. in particular i think she does those cute double braids a lot

in my head jo is the sort of person who would just show up to work in pajamas. like she can’t get fired because she’s technically a co-owner, but i think she would do it even if she wasn’t

i also think she owns a cropped green jacket that she wears practically everywhere outside work

charlie:

long hair charlie with bangs will always be my favorite look for her, so that’s what it is in here. and the iconic red stays, of course

i hate her style in canon so i’m definitely changing it up for this. i still think she owns some novelty t-shirts, but not as her whole wardrobe y’know?

i think she’s definitely one to dress for comfort rather than style (on the daily—dressing up in costume is a whole other animal), so i see her in a lot of plain long sleeve shirts, hoodies, etc. but! she’s still fun, so she likes to mix lots of colors and patterns

also don’t ask me why but she wears bandanas. it just feels right

claire:

hair is more or less straight, and in a kind of shag mullet/wolf cut style

has a couple cartilage piercings in her left ear, and two piercings on each lobe

style is more or less the same (at least from what i can remember?). mostly dark or neutral colors, t-shirts and ripped jeans and the occasional flannel or jean/leather jacket, black nail polish

also i think she wears a lot of rings

eileen:

hair is the same length as in canon, but a lighter brown with blonde highlights (think how it looks in the movie Higher Education)

her freckles are also more prominent here

she has a nose ring! i just think a little diamond stud would suit her :-)

style outside of work is kind of like….i have no idea why but i feel like she dresses like a very typical early 2000s character. bedazzled jeans and yoga pants, velour tracksuits, striped cropped t-shirts, those long sleeve hoodie shirts where the sleeves were always too long

i will say, i don’t think she’s the type to wear many skirts or dresses

donna:

hair is the same blonde color, but worn down more often, and in a different style/cut, just past shoulder length and with side bangs (often curled in large sections)

not a cop in this au, so she looks quite different (in terms of dress at least)

she’s a realtor! work attire is generally a blazer and matching skirt or a pantsuit

casual attire varies, but i think various styles of jeans, bright/patterned blouses, plain t-shirts, and flannel shirts are all common staples

i also think that she got a tattoo during her traveling, recently-divorced-from-her-husband days, but that only jody knows about it. it’s a rose on her ribs

#ivy.txt #waitressnatural #i started this MONTHS ago and completely forgot about it lol whoops

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unholyplumpprincess · 4 years ago

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Sunny Side Up

For my baby @kiwi--bot ! It’s a lil late Valentine’s gift of our Destiny ocs :D

Summary: Honey knows Apollo, she’s so sure of it. She knows that voice, she knows their eyes, she knows their warmth. Yet Apollo strains away, seeming to toy with her it feels like- a possible misunderstanding that can be solved with a bit of sunshine and conversation.

Fandom: Destiny 2

Relationship: Honey (Oc)/Apollo (Oc)

Warnings: SFW, hurt/comfort-esque situation, soulmates, mentions/hint of Apollo getting frisky with people but nothing explicit

Words: 3k

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Apollo was damaged.

That much Honey understood. She’d worked with Exos near all her life, working alongside Banshee in her own shop- she knew the first signs of memory loss and corrupted internal workings. Of course, Exos were just as alive as she was, just as alive as an Awoken, just as alive and breathing as anyone else. Honey had taken to putting sticky notes up for Banshee to ensure he remembered things, jotting notes down and helpfully reminding him whenever she’d pass by.

Apollo? Apollo had been different than just reminding them of things. They seemed attached at the hip to Honey, not that she really minded, company was fine in her book. And having someone so chatty to fill the quiet air while she worked on her mods was rather nice. Especially looking over and seeing them sat up on one of the counters, swinging their legs in their expensive outfits and happily chatting of a story she’d already heard once or twice.

They were flirty, that wasn’t missed by Honey. How their hands would slide into Honey’s curly hair to absentmindedly push it behind her pierced ears, or they’d take her hands and bounce up and down in excitement about buying her new things. Or how sometimes they’d stand a bit too close, not quite looming despite their tall height, but being close enough it made Honey’s cheeks flush beneath the dark grease when she was working.

But. Honey was no fool.

~Rest under the cut~

Apollo flirted quite openly with anyone they found attractive. Hook ups that Honey got to hear of as they happily chatted and swung their legs and Honey could feel the ugly sharp fangs of jealousy enclose around her heart. “That’s nice, sugar.” She’d say while torching a piece of metal and thanking that her blast shield was down to hide her furrowed brows.

Love was...absent from Honey’s life. Getting her heart broken wasn’t on her To Do list. Oswald, her beloved ghost- may the light bless him always- was her companion. When she’d go to sleep, Oswald was right next to her on her nightstand on his own specially made pillow. Often times she’d fall asleep with her hand curled around him lightly, as if afraid he would ever leave her in the night.

Honey didn’t quite tend to take the hints from people if they did like her, and when she did, when she finally gave it a shot, there was always complaints. She worked too much, she didn’t spend enough time with them, she was out on missions, how come she always followed Cayde’s orders to a T? And then the worst was when he...when he passed. A person she’d been seeing at the time had brought up how she had no right to be grieving that long.

So now. Love was absent from Honey’s life. No one ever fit, no one clicked quite that well with her, and she started to believe that her need to work hard would always get in the way of any sort of relationship. So, she didn’t. Happy to just be with Oswald and surrounded by her plants and get up and go be a Guardian where she was needed to lead.

And yet. Apollo was always there. Even if Honey said she was busy, they’d happily twirl in their cute new expensive cloak, “Don’t be silly!!!! I’ll come sit with you- I HAVE to show you all my new cute outfits! Look at this one already!” And they’d follow her, working with her schedule just to spend time with her.

Boreas, Apollo’s ghost and glorified babysitter- according to him- took quite nicely to Oswald in turn. Allowing them both to mingle off to the side. Although Honey is pretty sure Oswald has a crush on the poor ghost, often times hearing the quick shushing of Boreas and Oswald’s soft, whispery laugh.

Honey had awoken in this life with a mission in her heart she never understood. This frantic feeling and whispering in her body of ‘Where are they?!’. All her life she thought this was her need to keep Oswald beside her. And now when she looked at Apollo, she wasn’t...so sure.

They shouldn’t have crossed her mind as a potential romantic partner. They were everything she was not. Loud, excitable, always wanting to shop and never having to work. Able to flirt and go out. But ever since she’d found them with Calus, it’s like she knew them. Anytime they said her name, it was like her first time hearing it be said. When they chirped their various pet names for her like calling her a flower, how if anyone else were to say those things to Honey, she’d brush them off.

And then just last week, what was putting Honey through all this turmoil, was Apollo showing her a symbol they drew. Explaining fondly that they’d always dreamt of this symbol and that they thought it was pretty. Going so far as to pull their choker from Calus aside to reveal the symbol of a sun on their upper chest.

The exact. Same. Symbol. That Honey had woken up tattooed with on her upper spine.

The same sun. The same pattern. The same one that Honey saw whenever she’d try to dig up research on her old life, assuming it had just been associated with her tattoo. And then she was looking at the exact same shape on Apollo’s chest.

It could have been coincidence, Honey tried to tell herself that day, only offering a few words. It could have been coincidence; She tries to tell herself as she desperately searched through her numerous journals that night of what she’d written down of her findings. Staring at her underlined notes with question marks when she’d found words hinting that she was married to someone in her old life. All the curious articles implying she’d been married to someone just like Apollo.

Apollo liked her, that much Honey understood. Apollo flirted with her just as much as anyone else, but then would go in seek of someone else to have a fling with. Something that always hurt Honey quietly.

And they couldn’t have known- could they? What if Honey was just hopeful? What if her findings weren’t entirely accurate? But a remark from Oswald confirms that she had always triple checked her findings. But if- if Apollo WAS that person she’d been married to- that was the past. That was the past, she’s sure tons of other people walking around had been married in the past and just didn’t know.

Night after night of trying to explain these thoughts to herself, tearing herself apart over it and Oswald pressing his shell to her cheek fondly as she’d let tears spill down her face. Soulmates were just a concept; They were Guardians for goodness sake! She just wanted to know her past for herself. And yet...

Now she’s looking at Apollo twirling their long cloak in their fingers and leaning on a wall as they giggle at some cute titan. Honey has seen this song and dance before, where Apollo bats their pretty eyes and talks someone into something. She’s seen it after they’d tried it on her, where it made her feel like she was just going to be another fling, another story in their book.

It hurt.

It hurt for Apollo to flirt with her, to convince her to go out with them for a few hours of relaxation from work. It hurt for Apollo to flirt, to make her chest flutter, only for them to turn back around and act like it never happened. It hurt, it hurt to be so confused of her own emotions and to have them play with her like that.

They didn’t mean to, that much Honey is sure of. They were forgetful and clearly trying to hide from something in their own mind. They maybe were using handsome and pretty Guardians around to leave those feelings behind. But were they honest with Honey? Was she something they considered special like they said, or was she just someone they wanted to fuck?

Honey doesn’t realize she’d been staring until Apollo’s violet gaze turns to her and she sees them light right up, watching as they totally ignore the titan who was clearly into them as Apollo comes skipping towards her. “There you are, fire flower!!! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What were you doin’ in your room for so long, huh? You have guests over?”

It’s spoken with a smile, but even Honey can see the way Apollo asks that question. It’s insinuating something, something that makes Honey glance back over to that titan Apollo just abandoned just to wrap their arms around her arm and speak so excitedly. How Apollo would leave anyone just to come chat with Honey, to wrap around her and gleefully talk about their day.

Were they lonely just like her? Did they feel the same but instead of hiding, they sought company of others out? Was...Was Honey just hopeful?

“We need to talk.” Comes spilling from Honey’s lips in a breath before she can even ponder her worries any longer. Almost regretting it the second it passes her lips and Apollo seems to pause. They normally don’t pick up on serious hints, but maybe those words strike something in them, feeling the familiar fidgeting on her arm.

But before Honey can swallow down her pride and retract on her statement, Apollo oh so cheerily agrees and starts walking with her towards her workshop. Once inside, it’s quiet for once as Apollo releases her to stand closeby, fidgeting with their cloak and a tic forcing them to do a quick jerk of their head in a little shake before they pipe up. “Have I done something wrong?”

“No,” Honey answers quickly, a heavy sigh falling from her lips as she takes a few steps back to rest her lower back on one of her countertops. A hand runs through her curly white bangs, her fingers brushing her bandana tied around her head to hold her puff in place. Her honey golden gaze lifts to look at Apollo staring intently at her, and she feels her heart twist at their soft expression. “No, sugar, ya’ haven’t done a thing wrong.”

Honey must look distressed, her eyebrows knitting and her hand resting on her forehead as her eyes close and she tries to focus on all this information she’s learned. How her feelings for Apollo weren’t just looking at them and thinking they were pretty, but the high sense of longing. That high sense of ‘I found you’ finally coursing through her veins. Did they feel the same? Was she just another thing to flirt with?

Hands rest gingerly on her waist and make Honey hum soft in her throat in a way that makes her throat feel heavy when she swallows. Apollo was rather physical, always touching, and now it hurt even worse to feel them trying to comfort her without invading her space too much. “Honey...?”

The way they murmur her name, their voice box wavering in a way she’d never heard. They were always so cheery, to hear them sound like that just because of her-

A tightening of her already closed eyes forces the tears to spill down her round cheeks. Her throat is tight as the words ache to spill out but all she can manage is her full lips parting, only for them to quiver as she shuts them again. When was the last time she had cried? She couldn’t remember- Oswald always insisted it would make her feel better. One too many times of going ‘I’m fine’ and sucking it up.

“I can’t do this, Apollo,” She finally breathes out, her hand falling from her forehead to wipe at her tears before her eyes open to look up at them. Their violet optics make her heart pound with how gently they look at her, confusion on their features as her fingers wrap lightly around their wrists where they hold her waist. “I can’t take not knowin’ if you’re playin’ with me. If ya think I’m just some fun toy o-or-”

Honey’s voice quivers when their eyes meet, swallowing harshly as she tries to figure out her words correctly. Emotions always got the better of people, no longer allowing rational thought. She was no stranger to natural human emotion. “What is it ya want? Ya have everythin’ ya could ever desire, ya have playmates for days, ya have Calus under ya thumb.”

Apollo’s head tilts in that cute little way they always do, furthering Honey’s distraught emotions. They look so confused looking over her face, their hands lightly squeezing her waist and one coming up to brush the new tears from her cheeks. “I want you, silly! Why are you crying? Are you hurt?” They just sound so honest, only furthering Honey’s frustration.

“Ya say that an’ then go off an’ come back tellin’ me stories of how ya got friendly with someone else. I like you, Apollo, but I’m not some one-night stand o-or toy, I ain’t gonna be someone you just toss aside-” Fresh tears spill down Honey’s cheeks without her wanting them there, feeling ridiculous for crying about a person of all things. But all the information she found out- her feelings, that feeling of ‘I found you’, even now coursing through her in hot waves when they touch her.

Apollo is quiet as their hand cups Honey’s cheek, stroking their thumb across it to wipe her tears, and Honey is helpless but to lean into their grasp. Her own hands shake as they hold weakly to their wrists, unsure whether to push them away or draw them closer as she gathers her breath and her thoughts.

“I messed up didn’t I?” Comes so softly from Apollo that it seizes Honey’s heart. She goes to say something, to calm them, to ensure they don’t fall into another episode, but Apollo continues with something that makes Honey’s eyes shoot open and up to look at them. “I thought you knew.”

“Knew...what?”

“That you’re mine, silly,” Apollo says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. They cock their head again, a twitch in their shoulder when Honey looks at them with what must be a surprised look. “Uhm- I think like. We are- or, were, together at some point? I mean, I don’t think, I know, but I thought you felt the same and I thought you were trying to take it slow-”

“What did you just say?” Honey breathes out, cutting them off as her eyes flicker back and forth between theirs, reaching up to cup their cheeks almost frantically as Apollo’s eyes light up in surprise.

“You were taking it slow?”

“No- no, no, we were together at some point- what do you mean by that?”

“Oh! When I first saw you when we were with Daddy! I knew who you were! I don’t remember things very good,” They pause there to kind of giggle, as if their own memory troubles could be funny to themself. “But I remember you! Or, well, another version of you! I thought you just wanted to take it slow, but I kinda still wanted to, ya know, have sex! So I didn’t wanna pressure you and tada here we are!”

Just like that, they’re back to chipper, only to pause again when they see Honey’s look on her face as if recognition crosses her features. Apollo seems to pout, not having the mouth to do so, but they still try. “Oh, boo! Did I make you upset again?”

Honey chokes out a laugh through her tears, dropping her hands to their shoulder to press her forehead against their chest with this loud feeling of relief coursing through her. And confusion- recognition? Oh, she couldn’t understand her own emotions. ‘I found you’ rings in her head again, surrounded by glowing hot light in the form of a celestial outline of a sun. Her sun-

Their sun.

It’s like their light twirled together in a stream of intricate ribbons that drew them back to each other. And it all makes sense now- the news articles she had seen and read. She’d been married in her old life, to someone she only saw clippings off. Someone who was dressed in the most beautiful of outfits, intricate rings along their nose connecting to their ear, beautiful gauzy hoods, beautiful saris. The face always blurred out or almost burned out.

Honey doesn’t realize she’s crying until Apollo’s arms finally slip around her waist to hug her tight. Something Honey did when Apollo became overwhelmed and incoherent. So many questions ring in her mind, but all leading back to the curiosity Apollo mentioned.

They wanted intimacy with other people because she wanted to go slow- they wanted physical touch, that much Honey understood with how touchy they were. They were never good at wording things quite right, so even Honey understood they didn’t mean they were upset she wasn’t ‘putting out’ so to speak. They just wanted to be physical. Honey couldn’t help but feel the same way.

When the hug is parted and things have settled down, Honey offers for them to sit down and talk about where they want to go from here. They both agree for a relationship, Apollo about near bouncing out of their seat until Honey sets her hand gently on theirs to soothe them. Honey gently mentions that she doesn’t mind Apollo seeing other people, but maybe when she’s a bit more comfortable with them so they can talk more about terms.

It’s the first time Apollo is allowed to stay the night. With the sun carving on their upper chest fitting perfectly against Honey’s upper back sun tattoo when they press together with Honey wrapped in their arms. Finally able to get her first wink of restful sleep.

Honey was just as damaged as Apollo was.

But, together?

They could become whole.

#Honey x Apollo #Honey (Oc)#Apollo (Oc)#Destiny #Destiny 2 #Destiny ocs #Ocs #princess writing

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rosegoldannie · 5 years ago

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Secrets I (Elriel quarantine fic)

Here’s a lil Elriel fic, sorry it’s so short!

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The sun shone brightly through the thin, gossamer curtain allowing buttery sunlight to shine through the curtains onto a tan, chiseled face. That warm ray of sunshine urged him to awaken and seize the day, to make the most of the springtime sunshine before it became gloomy clouds and morose raindrops.

He huffed out an annoyed sigh, shoving that silken pillow over his head to block out that light, and the birds that awoke and sang along with it, their cheery song both high-pitched and strangely soothing. He wanted absolutely nothing more than to go back to sleep and pretend that everything which had been happening for the last several days had been nothing more than some sort of a strange dream, from which he would soon awaken.

Somewhere distantly, he heard someone clattering and clunking around in the kitchen, pots and pans crashing loudly together with jarring clangs. Azriel sighed, as the beginnings of a migraine began pounding behind his eyes. Resigned, he began the long process of getting out of bed, taking a break between each step to reminisce about how much he would rather be asleep.

After a particularly loud crash, he half-stumbled, half-slid his way into the kitchen, both stunned and utterly unsurprised at the sight before him: Elain was mixing together several different suspicious substances in a large bowl, which was filled to the brim with foaming bubbles.

She glanced up, and instantly seemed to recognize the burning question in his dark eyes. “I promise I have a reasonable explanation for this.” She promised, those rosy lips curling into a warm, sweet smile even as her cheeks pinkened.

Azriel’s lips curled into a polite grimace, eyes wandering over the foaming substance, that was both somehow thick and runny. “Alright…” He muttered, keeping that bowl at an arm's length. “Do I want to know your explanation?”

A strange, wet slurp came from that bowl as a bubble rose slowly to the surface, then popped, and Elain let out a stiff giggle. “Heh...Would you believe me if I said I was making pancakes?”

“I think Gordon Ramesey might need a restraining order.”

She leaned over, slapping his forearm lightly. “It’s not that bad. Is it?”

His stomach gave a painful tug. “No offense El, that looks disgusting.”

Elain huffed a laugh. “None taken. Too bad we can’t just order pancakes from Rita’s.”

Azriel hummed his agreement, moving to help her clean up the mess, while mulling over the news wafting in from the TV in the living room. As he rounded the counter, he found that she was in one of her old gardening t-shirts, and a pair of sweatpants that looked frighteningly similar to a pair of his own sweatpants that mysteriously disappeared a few weeks prior.

They worked in quiet harmony together, both listening to the latest updates regarding the virus. “...Governor announced that the quarantine will last for a minimum of two weeks, though it is possible it could go on for as long as five. During this time, Governor Inslee has mandated that all non-essential shops and stores close their doors, and all non-essential workers be sent home. We also ask that those who have the resources to please work from home, or telecommute if possible to prevent the spread of COVID19. The governor will be giving daily updates on any new information that we receive.”

The doe-eyed girl let out a huff, watching as Azriel emptied her mixture into the garbage with a wet thwap. “I can’t believe this.”

He glanced up. “What? That we can’t order pancakes?”

“No, I mean the virus. This doesn’t feel real.”

Humming his agreement, he began washing the dishes. “Me neither. This feels like we’re stuck in some sort of a dystopian novel, or some bad dream that we’ll wake up from.” Making to open the fridge, to put away the milk and eggs, Azriel let out a groan, running a hand down his face.

Elain, seated on the counter, hopped down. “What’s wrong?”

He stepped aside, allowing her to see into the fridge. “We have to make a run to the store. We’re out of almost everything.” Indeed, the fridge was nearly empty save for a few beers, and a loaf of nearly-molding bread.

With both twenty-something adults muttering curses that would have paint peeling from the walls, they lumbered out of Azriel’s house, and down to his truck. Elain scurried back into the house, then re-emerged wearing a hoodie that was most certainly Azriel’s, and carrying two bandanas, One black, and one pale pink.

She slipped into the passenger seat, and buckled herself in. Azriel chuckled at his best friend as he pulled out of the driveway, and the car crackled down the gravel pathway towards the highway. He pretended not to notice as she connected her phone to the AUX, even when god-awful pop music began blaring through his speakers.

Letting out a squeal, she turned the volume down, and began shuffling through her albums. Again, he pretended not to notice when he glanced over, and saw her familiar disney playlist.

He finally caved when she began plating under the sea, and let out a loud and fake groan. “No way in hell am I going to listen to this.” He moaned, fighting the grin that tugged at his lips.

Elain grinned, a lock of wavy blonde hair slipping out of her ponytail. “Oh, really?” She teased, wriggling her phone in the air. “Seems like I have the AUX, not you.” She teased,

Azriel let out an offended sound, keeping his eyes on the mostly empty highway before them. “Come on!” He moaned, feigning being hurt. “Everyone knows that the driver gets the AUX. You’re not being fair.”

“Oh, the driver gets the AUX?”

“Yeah, he does.”

“Really?” His best friend teased.

“Yep!”

“Says who?” Elain grinned, turning sideways in her seat to fame him.

“Says me.” He stated, that grin at last slipping through. “My car, my rules.”

Elain let out a joking huff, but switched the songs.

Instantly, he recognized the melody, and began singing along. Once they reached the chorus, he began to belt it out. “Into the UnknOOOOOOOooooOOOOooown!”

Elain squealed, covering mer ears. “You’re awful!” She teased, sending him a silly glare.

He only smiled. “Come on, Acheron.” He teased, nudging her with his elbow as they pulled into the grocery store parking lot. “You love it.” Elain shook her head wildly, then tied her bandana around her face and slipped from the car.

Turning his truck off, he slipped the keys into the pocket of his hoodie, put his bandana on, and followed Elain towards the store. Once he reached the entrance, he glanced around. A strange feeling settling in his gut when it dawned on him that he couldn’t see her.

Suddenly, something warm and heavy slammed into his back, small arms wrapping around his neck. Azriel let out a winded gasp as Elain burst into joyous laughter. “Got you!” she sing-songed, skipping a short ways ahead, and leading him into the store.

“Nah, you didn’t.” He teased, stopping to pick out a cart, and rolling it into the store.

“What?” She gaped, shoving her way against his side to help him push that cart. He gave in, wrapping one arm around her, the other still pushing the cart and ignored the fluttering in his chest. “I so, totally, got you.”

“Nope.”

“How?” She demanded, as they began to pick necessities off the shelves and tossing them into the cart.

Azriel sent her a wicked grin. “Because you’re short.” He teased, tossing in a few cans of soup. “I was only worried that you got run over by a caterpillar.”

She gave him a jokingly furious glare. “I’m short? Really?”

Leading them towards the produce aisle, he grinned. “Yep, I have to make sure I don’t accidentally step on you.”

Elain let out an offended gasp. “You’re one to talk, mister six foot six.”

“Hmm?” He teased, cupping a hand to his ear. “I can’t hear you down there.”

She harrumphed, and began loading in some more groceries. “I’m a perfectly normal height, sir.” She muttered, tossing in a packet of rosemary. “You, on the other hand, are freakishly tall.”

“Oh, please.” He muttered, placing a bag of apples into the cart. “I’ve seen garden gnomes taller than you.”

Elain froze, then turned towards him. For a split second, he turned cold, fearing that he had somehow hit a nerve and offended her. He waited several seconds for her to burst out laughing, but she didn’t, and Azriel’s stomach began roiling and knotting. “El, I-”

He was interrupted by her sticking her tongue out at him, and blowing a raspberry, and bursting into uncontrollable laughter, her eyes clenching shut as tears rolled down her pink cheeks.

Azriel turned the cart, and began moving towards the checkout lines. “You’re insufferable. You know that, right?” He muttered when she finally caught up to him.

“I know.” She chirped, beaming.

His stomach flipped painfully at the sight.

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rockybalfeatherboa · 6 years ago

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More B&T headcanons

More hc

-Ted has his haircut bc he pretty much just showed the barber a picture of Dee Dee Ramone

-Bill can (casually) dress pretty well but ted is the one who usually needs,,,a lil help

-he gains a better sense of fashion after high school when he moves in with bill tho

-every time they drink together ted does this lil hip swivel fists up dance when he’s drunk and bill absolutely hates it

-bills mom used to be a bad ass biker gang chick w a lot of tattoos but now she’s in jail,,,she’s really sweet and bill and his dad go to visitation often (sometimes ted tags along and he’s always so excited!! To see !!! mama s. preston esquire !!!!)

-they only have like 2 classes together but they sit with each other at lunch

-they’re both passing English but uhh not too well in everything else

-they’re in and out of detention a lot only sometimes bc they won’t stop talking and giggling during class but mostly bc of tardies

-they have learned how to have basically entire conversations thru facial expressions

-Bill can forge his dad’s signature perfectly and as far as Eugene Preston Esq. knows nothing happens at school

-Ted has a B+ in chemistry bc he cheats his motherfuckin ASS off !!!

-ted loves his dad and capt. Logan loves ted but they just,,,,are very out of touch w each other.. Ted’s dad is super old fashioned (according to the cartoon he’s a republican yikes!) and doesn’t really understand Ted’s personality or the new hip times of San Dimas 1988.. i like to imagine their dynamic like Eric and Red Forman

-both bill and ted place heavy metal and rock as their #1 music taste but synth and gangsta rap come very close

-Bill almost knows an entire cheerleading routine from watching them when they practice

-Ted and Deacon are so cool as brothers they have sworn to never snitch on each other to their dad

-missy is not a dumb hoe!!! Or a gold digger or sugar baby!!!,,,she’s just a super hopeless romantic and falls in and out of love easily, and her charms make men wanna propose to her every one luvs missy she’s so good!!

-ok ppl will admit she’s a lil weird,,,but very cool as well 😎

-Ted had to keep taking the driving test over and over bc he keeps hitting the cones and the only reason he got he license is bc one instructor got so tired of him always bein in the DMV she just passed him anyway

-Bill and ted give each other DIY piercings all the time and the only ones that don’t close up are the ones in their ears and even those got infected (once)

-like for example bill tried to pierce Ted’s nose and they already had enough trouble trying to get the nose ring thru the hole (that was bleeding a lot), but then his body just kinda ,,rejected the (cheap) jewelry over time and the hole closed up in like 2 weeks

-Bill was able to hide his shoulder tattoo from his dad for about half a year before they took a trip to the water park and had to do some explaining real fucking quick

-Ted loves Van Halen and especially David lee Roth and one time got a Charlie horse from trying to do those high kick jumps

-Ted’s dad is the type of guy to stand up in his living room and salute when the national anthem plays on tv and ted and deacon think that shit is so corny

-Bills dad tries so hard to be the hip cool dad bill kinda thinks it’s embarrassing but he loves the freedom he gets

-Bill n ted tried to recruit ppl for Wyld Stallyns but not too many ppl at school were interested and Deacon wasn’t really either.. they weren’t too bummed out bc they have big dreams about getting Eddie Van Halen

-Ted will only let go of a hug if u let go first

-Bill has a major crush on Christina Applegate as Kelly Bundy and pretty much only watches the show for her

-At deacon’s baseball games Capt. Logan is pretty quiet until something good happens then he stands up and goes “thaT’S MY SON!!!!! THATS MY SON!!!!! “

-he gets uncomfortable when ted tried to hug him (bc of old fashioned values about guys hugging and toxic masculinity) but he lets it happen,, ted goes all in while Capt. Logan gives a half hearted hug back but ted is oblivious to this

-Bill has glasses but doesn’t wear em bc his vision isn’t *that* bad but he pulls em out whenever he needs to read a sign from super far way

-before they settled on “Wyld Stallyns” bill and ted have considered the following: Rat Piss (with drawn logo provided by bill of a hand squeezing the piss out of a rat), Silk Angel, Jayne Mansfield’s Head, and Loins o’ Fire,,,,they wanted to be Van Halen so fucking bad

-Deacon jokingly suggested “The Brothers Bonehead” but they were just like shut up Deacon

-Ted could (and absolutely will!) inhale an entire jar of pickles

-same thing for bill but except with Kings Hawaiian bread rolls (were those a thing in the 80s-90s?? ah who cares)

-they’re both ticklish but especially Bill !!!!!

-every Christmas is just a battle of “idk dude what do YOU want?”

-whenever bill gets nervous her gets a slight lisp it’s kinda like the S sounds as a “thzhz” sound but it’s very very unnoticeable unless ur really listening

-Ted’s laugh is the purest sound to touch ur ears,,,heart emoji

-and bill has a lovely singing voice it’s so clear and deep and so nice ted and everyone loves it

-Ted wears a bandana sometimes,,he looks cute ,, just putting that out there

-also ted used to love dinosaurs and reading about them ,, he still does but just doesn’t read about them as much anymore but his love for dinos is still 💯

#bill and ted #headcanons #alex winter #keanu reeves #bill and ted’s excellent adventure #bill and ted’s bogus journey

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sapphicwizzro · 5 years ago

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oh dang its a syoc form

@iguessihavemore bet u werent expecting me b i h

all relevant stuff is UNDER THE READMORE YEE BEE

everytime ive submitted an oc to something something BAD happened so like let’s hope that doesnt happen again

Name: Paulie Rio (Paulie is short for Pauline) Stereotype: Punk... or Baker. Depends on the time of day p much Reason For Competing: money money money money motherfucker

Gender: Baby Girl... She/Her Ethnicity: idk shes black i made her at a time when i dont think about WHERE these people came from she just EXISTS and lives in CANADA Sexuality: Lesbab Age: Anywhere from 17 to 24 Audition Tape:

Paulie adjusted the camera, sticking her tongue out in the process. She's standing in her kitchen, wearing her pink apron.

"Is this thing on?" Paulie muttered to herself, before noticing the blinking red light, "Oh! Okay!"

She took a step back. She's standing behind a counter.

"Hi! I'd really like to be on Total Drama! I'm really cool and strong and I bake really awesome cookies-"

Paulie picks up a pan of cookies, forgetting the fact that they are freshly out of the oven and she isn't wearing any oven mitts. She shouts as she drops the pan, and shouts as it presumably hits her leg.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" She chants as she hops around, "Oh, I'm so stupid-"

Her hopping around shakes the camera, which falls over and breaks.

"Oh, dangit!"

You can see her shuffle in front of it.

"Uh." She says, "My name is Paulie, by the way."

Cut to black.

Appearance

Body Type: A little thin, but you can see that she has muscles. Got abs. Skips leg day lol Height: Not like too short but like? 5'2? Idk Skin Color: Dark af Skin Markings: General "I get into fist fights sometimes" scars across her body. Eyes: Very round and open red eyes (or a reddish brown if you prefer) Hair Color: Light lime green Hair Length/Texture: Neck length! I like to imagine its very coily?? Is that the word? like you look at her hair very closely and its a bunch of very tight ringlets Typical Hairstyle: It just sort of. Exists. She doesn't style it, it's just. short!!! Face: Round!! Has a silver nose ring and several other rings in her ears!! Always has at least one bandage on her cheek.

Default Outfit: Black bandana with a flame pattern near the bottom. Black t-shirt. Ripped blue jeans. Black converse with pink accents. Might occasionally go out with black cuffs and a collar. Sleepwear: She's that kinda person who sleeps in a t-shirt and undies and all the girls resent her for it cause like "OMG PAULIE PUT ON SOME PANTS" Swimwear: If she could get away with just wearing trunks, she would. Instead, she just wears a black one piece with some skeleton pattern on it or somethin Their Fashion Sense: Dark punk bullshit with bright accents. Just very punk rock. She also wears a pink apron with a cat pattern on it when she's baking. Other Hairstyles: Sometimes she eschews the bandana and goes for a ponytail. Some girls think she looks hot like that.

Extra (optional):

Their Voice: She definitely has a Slight Accent(tm) but its like. a lil androgynous and cracks sometimes. Rhondolite from Steven Universe maybe?? How They Smell: Cookies with the slightest hint of Axe body spray

Personality

Personality: Very kind and loving and SOFT. Full of energy. Vocally supportive of her peers. Mushy romantic who believes in the kindness of people or whatever. She's a little stupid sometimes and is the kind of person to try and climb onto the roof of places and fall off. She used to be a bad person, and she sometimes lets people step on her because she's afraid of regressing into that.

Biography: Paulie came from a Bad Neighbourhood(tm) and used to be the Baddest Bitch Around(tm), breaking noses and taking names until she accidentally hurt someone so bad that they went into a coma. The sudden introspective that moment gave her forced her to rethink her entire life. Since then, she's turned her entire personality around, turning from "I'll cut you" to "Let's bake cookies!". She doesn't talk about her past much, but she still lives in the slums lol!! Family: A dad who's probably nice. Idk i dont think about family much I always prioritize friendships Strategy: PSHAWWWW who needs that?? Paulie's strategy is to just make friends and be nice! It worked for Owen, right? What They Want the Money For: Moving away from her bad neighbourhood and opening a bakery! Fears: Nobody liking her, accidentally losing her temper, deep water, unfamiliar animals being just a LITTLE too close for comfort (she enjoys animals when she knows them) Life Goals: Moving to a nice little suburb and opening a cute little pastel bakery!!!

Type of People They’d… Be Friends With: Everyone! As long as you're nice and kind. She'd be Extra Friends with someone who can match/keep up with her energy and go along with her Fun Schemes Consider an Enemy: Assholes. Disloyal and dishonest people. Debbie Downers when they bring others down. People who remind her of what she used to be. Be romantically Interested In: A girl who'd validate her and make her laugh and bake with her. Someone who'd eat her cookies and cuddle and watch horror movies.

Favorite Flower: She actually loves pink flowers! It doesn't matter what kind, she just thinks pink flowers are cute. Cherry blossoms feel like something she'd love Favorite Season of the Year: Spring, at least when it doesn't feel like Winter's hangover Favorite Drink: Hot chocolate (she drinks it year round!) but otherwise she just drinks water because it's HEALTHY!!!

Skills Strengths: She's kind and caring!! She's full of energy!! She's like the mom friend, she cares so much about everyone around her and she's full of determination and love Weaknesses: She sees the world as black and white with no moral grey, she's a little ditzy, blunt af, extremely gullible because she's such an idealist, she worries a lot about things that are out of her control, worries that others secretly hate her Hobbies: Baking!!! She also likes to play on her Gameboy Advance and watch horror movies. Her favourite movie killer is Chucky or Freddy Krueger. She thinks a killer with personality can carry a movie well. Things They’re Good At: Running, baking, fist-fighting (much to her dismay), carrying things, climbing, most Physical Shit Things They’re Bad At: Swimming, anything that requires fine balance like dancing, physically incapable of singing or any fine arts

look i just finished drawing her!!

EPIC ART drawn by ylvaliiw on instagram and this is EXACTLY how i picture her in my head

ive also been throwing around an oc concept exclusively to audition for garden (paulie’s been my oc for years now) so keep ur. eyes. open.

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hopeishappinessff · 7 years ago

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Chapter 35

Rolling over onto my side, I squinted at the beaming neon numbers on my alarm clock and after yawning and stretching wide, I smiled broadly and pushed myself into an upright position… today, was my birthday. I woke up nearly twenty minutes earlier than usual, so I spoiled myself by snuggling in my bed and flipping on the television to pass time. Around seven am., I finally climbed out of bed and moseyed over to my bathroom to complete my morning tasks. Within twenty minutes, I was out of the shower and making my way back into my room with a towel wrapped snuggly around my frame. Before I could reach my closet, a large white bag perched beside a shoe box near the closet entrance caught my eye. A slight rush of panic surged through me as I peeked around my room then slowly approached the randomly placed objects. Hesitantly, I reached down into the bag and I could feel soft material against the tips of my fingers.

Minutes later I’d pulled an entire mystery outfit from the bag and a matching pair of shoes from the shoebox. I grinned at the sight of the adorable getup, though I had no clue where it came from. Rushing back to the bathroom, I quickly released my golden tresses from the holder then fluffed it to make each necessary piece fall perfectly around my face. I only slowed down long enough to paint my face with a thin layer of foundation, followed by a natural contour, a pop of bronzer for a nice glow, 3D fiber mascara, and a neutral pink gloss to accentuate my lips. Moving back into my room, I rid myself of the plush towel and swiftly dressed in the entire outfit from the bag that consisted of khaki skinnies, a black hoodie that read ‘Beauty’ in bold white letters, and a fresh pair of red, black and white Nike Air Jordan IV’s. I completed the look by tying a red bandana neatly in my hair just behind my curly bangs, allowing the ends to remain open at the top to form bunny ears. I faced myself in the mirror and fluffed my loose curly tresses once more and without wasting anymore time, I scooped up my black studded back pack and exited my room.

The moment my foot crossed the threshold into the kitchen, my aunt instantly bombarded me with a spoon she’d been using to stir grits in one hand. “Awww, look at my baby… Happy Birthday sweetheart!” She squealed as she bobbed up and down in front of me to a Charlie Wilson song that played from her iPod dock. I giggled at her overabundance of energy and marched toward the table to claim a seat. “Thanks Auntie.” I muttered bashfully. “You’re welcome baby… oh you just look so adorable!” She gushed, making her way to the kitchen entrance where she stuck her head out into the hall. She swung back around to face me with a beaming grin and soon, a towering frame entered the space just feet behind her.

“Happy Birthday Sy.” Chris greeted as he eased closer to me and pulled me up into a warm bear hug. I shut my eyes as we embraced and inhaled his addictive scent, wishing that he could hold me that close forever. My fantasy was over the moment he stepped back and it was then that I took the opportunity to take in his ensemble. He was dressed in a sagging pair of fitted khaki’s, a black hoodie that looked remarkably similar to my own only his read ‘Beast’ in bold white letters, and his red, black and white Nike Air Jordan IV’s were an exact replica of mine. He complimented the entire look with a red snapback that he wore angled forward and straight in its usual manner.

“I like your outfit.” I smirked. He smiled as he bit into his bottom lip and allowed his eyes to roam freely over my frame “I like yours too.” “I bet you do,” My aunt blurted as she eyed us through curious eyes with a brow raised and a hand jammed against her hip, “He put both of your outfits together. Coming over here begging me to tell him what size clothes and shoes you wear. I swear you two are something else.” Glancing down at my outfit, I quickly realized that we were indeed matching to a T. From his red hat that was obviously meant to be a male’s interpretation of my red bandana, to the identical hoodies that made me the ‘Beauty’ to his ‘Beast’. I could only giggle at the concept… I had no idea he’d be thoughtful enough to put this together.

“Thank you Chris. This is absolutely adorable.” I beamed. “I was hoping you would like it.” He smirked. “Oh you two are just the cutest,” My aunt gushed, clapping her hands together as she bounced in place, “Let Auntie go get her camera and get a few shots before ya’ll go stuntin on them lil haters at your school.” With now matching blank expressions, Chris and I both stared at one another before bursting into a fit of laughter as she darted of the kitchen. She soon rushed back in with her camera on and ready to go, and nearly an entire photoshoot later she finally allowed us to make our way out the door.

“Alright my gorgeous young lady and handsome young man, you two have a good day at school. And Happy Birthday to you again baby… we’ll give you all your gifts and everything as soon as you get home.” My aunt called out behind us as we ventured down the few steps from the porch toward Chris’s truck. “Alright Auntie. You have a good day.” “Ya’ll be careful out here on these roads. Chris…” The hazardous tone in her voice prompted him to turn to face her. “Yes ma’am.” “Drive slow in that big rig boy.” She said with a stern finger pointed out at him. “Yes ma’am… I will.” He chuckled.

“Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday dear Sy’Diyah… Happy Birthday to you!” With cheeks as red a rose and a smile a mile wide, I sat with my hands clamped over my mouth as nearly the entire cafeteria joined in to croon Happy Birthday to me. I shook my head as I watched each of my friends dance about wildly, diving immediately into a lovely ethnic rendition of the tune. “Happy Birthday to ya… Happy Birthday to ya… Happy Birthdaaaaaay…” The boys all twirled around behind me and I cackled aloud as Chris reached over my shoulders and grabbed my hands, throwing them up in the air and waving them from side to side as he continued to sing the song. After enduring the embarrassment for what felt like eternity, the song finally ended with him hitting a high note right in my ear and the cafeteria erupted into applause. Once everyone at the table finally reclaimed their seats, the chatter quickly began.

“This just in, Sy’Diyah Hope Donsen is finally a legally grown ass woman… how does it feel to be a legally grown ass woman Sy?” Rashad asked in a forged reporter’s voice as he playfully stuck his fist out in my face as though he were clutching a microphone. “Well,” I stared, going along with his goofiness, “It feels pretty great sir… it’s like, I feel like I’m finally progressing in life.” He chuckled and pulled his fist back away from me “Well, you heard it here first folks… now back to you at the studio Bob.” The table roared with laughter and Destani playfully punched him in the shoulder “You stupid Shad.”

“Real spill though Sy, your outfit is lit girl,” Tameka said from her seat beside Destani, “Chris yours too… damn, wait… ya’ll niggas match. Ya’ll know that?” Glancing over at Chris, I noticed that he’d already begun to shake his head and he glared at her through squinted eyes as the rest of the table laughed. “No Meka, I personally had no idea.” He said with a hand pressed against his chest. “Well just so you know,” She leaned forward and pointed from me to him, “Your outfits look exactly alike.” He nodded his head and continued to maintain a straight face “Thanks Meeks. I swear, we honestly didn’t know.” “Damn Meka, there you go with that slow shit again.” Destani muttered. “What?” She asked, completely oblivious.

“Anyway… what time does the game start tonight?” Nalay asked. “Seven… and we got that senior recognition thing at half time.” Chris replied. “Aw damn nigga, I forgot all about that. My mama showed me some paper about that shit and I smooth ain’t listen when she tried to explain to me what it was.” Dontay said. “Yeah, well… coach said we all have to attend that shit, so you better call ma dukes and tell her.” Chris stated as he popped a fry in his mouth. Lunch was soon over and as I got up to dispose of my trash, I couldn’t help but laugh as I listened to Dontay, Chris, and Rashad argue over who would walk me to my next class. I could only shake my head as Mike and BJ both slipped into place on either side of me.

“So since dumb, dumber, and dumb ass nigga can’t get it together over there, would you mind if two real gentlemen escort you to class Madam?” BJ asked, hooking his right arm with my left before I could even reply. Mike followed suit on my right and soon they both did indeed begin to walk me toward the main doors of the cafeteria. “Aye, hold the fuck up… where ya’ll going?” Chris yelled from behind us. I glanced back at him, blew him a quick kiss, and continued to walk out of the cafeteria with my newfound escorts.

The final bell of the day rang and I couldn’t have been more ecstatic. I was forced to endure the remainder of the day with sneers and stares from nearly every girl I encountered in the halls and my classes. It didn’t take long for news of my birthday to spread and once the idea of Chris and I sporting matching outfits got around, people quickly began to speculate. I was well on my way out into the student parking lot with Destani, but we were stopped midway by a very demanding Chris.

“Chris how you gonna drive her home when you have practice like, right now?” Destani argued, but with the dominant attitude that Chris possessed, I knew the argument was as good as done the moment he parted his lips to speak. “Dez, why don’t you walk to your car, I’ll walk to mine… and Sy’Diyah will walk with me.” His statement was simple and to the point and he never even turned to face her as he walked ahead of us. “Oooohhhh, this nigga get on my last damn nerve. Your yellow ass don’t run no damn body, come on Sy let’s go.” She said, stomping off toward her car. “Dez, wait,” I shouted as I caught up to her, “You know if you take me home, neither one of us will ever hear the end of it from him. You may as well just let him take me.”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, throwing her hand down against her hip “Fine, if you wanna ride with him, whatever… I was just tryna do something nice for your ass.” I stared at her for only a few seconds before bursting into a fit of laughter. Her jaw instantly dropped and she glared at me “You would laugh.” “I’m sorry… I really do appreciate that Dez.” I said with a grin. With a smirk and a roll of her eyes, she stepped forward and swooped me into a hug “Well, I guess you should get on over there with your boo before he loses his damn mind.” “I’ll see you later okay.” I giggled. I turned and ambled away, finally reaching Chris and his truck and quickly climbing inside.

“You know you’re gonna be late for practice, right?” I asked as he whipped out of the parking lot. He nodded, never uttering a word as he continued to bob his head to his music. “And you’re okay with that?” I asked. “I’m good with that babe. What can Coach Wes really do to me? I’m the captain of the damn team… he can’t do shit but tell me not to be late again.” Deciding not to argue against him, I remained silent until we arrived at my house a short while later and I nearly choked on air as he parked along the curb outside the house.

Standing there in the driveway, leaning against the back of his truck, was Trey peering through Chris's windshield… directly at me. Panic instantly hit me like a ton of bricks and through the most horrified eyes, I slowly glanced at Chris. With an expression as hard as stone and as cold as ice, he glared at Trey. “Thanks for the ride Chris,” I nearly whispered with a hand situated on the handle of the door, more prepared than ever to bolt, “I’ll see you later okay.”

“Hold up,” He mumbled. I swore I could hear my heart thumping away in my ears and my breath quickly became jagged as I watched him lean across his seat, resting his right elbow on my arm rest, “You told this nigga to come over here?” I shook my head as I twiddled my fingers and attempted to look everywhere but at him. I knew Trey would pop up at some point in the day, I just wasn’t expecting him to be here… now. “I didn’t tell him to come over here. I had no idea…” He raised a finger to silence me and continued to stare out the window almost curiously at Trey. Motioning for me to lean forward, I did so hesitantly and awaited his next move. Diverting his gaze down to my lips, he abruptly meshed his lips against mine and thrust his arm rest up to give himself more leverage to lean in closer.

With my lips now parted to make way for his tongue, I was immediately caught off guard by the sensation of the metal ball in the center of his tongue as he slithered it along the edges of my own. Instinctively, I moaned and clutched onto the front of his matching hoodie as he snaked a hand around to the back of my neck. The sound of our lips smacking was enough to give me the urge to climb over into his lap, but I refrained from doing so as he gripped my neck gently and pulled me deeper into the kiss. Only seconds later did he pull away, tugging at my bottom lip as he slowly leaned back into his seat.

“You gone make me miss practice.” He mumbled, staring avidly at my lips. I could feel my cheeks blushing as I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth and shied away from him. He swiped his tongue over his lips and glanced out of the window behind me with that same stone expression. “Well I’ll um,” I started, pausing only to clear my throat and gather my rambled thoughts, “I guess I’ll see you later today.” He nodded and twisted his lips to one side with furrowed brows and eyed me carefully as I climbed down out of the truck. I moseyed slowly up the driveway toward Trey, refusing to look back as I listened to Chris speed off down the street.

“Hi Trey.” I mumbled once I was within earshot. He nodded only once, yet remained eerily silent. I prayed he wouldn’t speak within the following seconds… my blood pressure had risen so swiftly I was sure the steady thumping in my ears would prevent me from hearing a word he said. “Do you want to come in for a little while?” I asked. “Nah,” He replied quietly, “I actually have to be somewhere. I just wanted to come by and drop off your birthday present.” “Oh… okay.” I stared down at the ground as he walked around to the passenger side of his truck. He reemerged before me with a large bouquet of red, white, and pinks roses and a small, red gift bag.

Not a single word was spoken as he handed me the bag and flowers then slowly began to retreat backwards to the driver’s side of his truck “Happy Birthday Sy’Diyah and um… I’ll try to call you tomorrow to wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day alright.” Before I knew it, he’d climbed into his truck and reversed out of my driveway, leaving me standing and staring like a fool. I released a remorseful sigh and glanced down at the flowers and gift bag he left me. I couldn’t believe what’d just panned out in the span of a few minutes. I felt utterly ashamed at what I’d just done and I wanted nothing more than to race up to my room and curl up in a ball and cry.

Suddenly feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, I turned and headed up the porch and into the house. I marched directly to my room and situated the roses on my dresser then sat at the edge of the bed with the gift bag still dangling in my hand. As much as I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to wipe the image of Trey’s humiliated and disappointed face from my mind. I gulped nervously as I pulled the bag open and reached in, retrieving a small jewelry box. The moment I cracked the box open, I gasped and slapped a hand over my mouth as I stared through watery eyes at the diamond encrusted heart shaped ring resting in a small velvet indention.

I plucked it from the confines of the box and twirled it between my fingers, becoming so enthralled by it that I nearly overlooked the card in the bottom of the bag. I reached a trembling hand inside and pulled the card out then popped the seal of the envelope open and slid the card out, instantly admiring Trey’s beautifully printed scripture...

A few months ago, God placed a very special girl in my life. She came into my world and flipped the entire classic fairytale of a prince sweeping the princess off her feet into her very own tale. It was she who swept the prince off his feet, so much so that he became permanently stuck not on cloud nine, but a cloud of infinity. This girl, wasn’t in any way equivalent to any girl that the prince had ever come across… she was much, much more. If you haven’t figured it out by now, this girl, the beautiful princess that blew the prince’s mind into complete oblivion, just happens to be you… Sy’Diyah Hope Donsen. I know that what I feel with you isn’t like anything I’ve ever felt with anyone in my life Sy. I know that if any man was as lucky as me to have you in his life, he wouldn’t dare let you go. Let me be that lucky man to hold onto you… let me make you mine. The ring that you’ve probably already seen by now is meant to show you how much I care for you. No, I’m not proposing to you or trying to bribe you with jewelry… it’s merely a promise ring. It’s my depiction of a promise to you that if you allow me to sweep you off your feet, I’ll never put you down again. I hope that you have a wonderful birthday, even though I won’t be there to share it with you.

With much love, From your, hopefully soon to be, man… Trey xoxoxo

The tears streamed freely down my cheeks and I had not a single desire to stop them. What had I done? This wasn't right at all. It was completely wrong. He wasn’t supposed to possess such strong feelings for me. I wasn’t supposed to be torn between him and Chris. What was I supposed to do? I closed the card and slid it back into the confines of the envelope then stuffed it along with the ring box back into the bag. I’d become numb to any feelings of happiness and pleasure and after placing the bag on the floor beside my bed, I moved further up near the headboard and grabbed a pillow to stuff my face into and eventually cried myself to sleep.

#chrisbrown #chrisbrownff #chrisbrownfanfic #jasminesanders #chrisbrownfanfiction #jasminesandersff #teambreezy #teambreezyff #fanfiction #fanfic

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fewrebels-a · 7 years ago

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🍼 .... do it

- name: reed normandie - likes / dislikes: likes art classes, getting to work with his hands, visiting art exhibits, blick art supplies stores, christmas time, fruit infused water, any indie song you can play with the top down while you’re driving, thick knit socks, listening to people talk about their passions and ambitions, red vines / dislikes exercise, people who don’t know the difference between fact and opinion, people who try to tell him how to make better art, cats (he’s allergic), mayonnaise, movies with endings that are easy to predict, black licorice, cold weather. - first word: i feel like it was some kinda nonsense like ‘baby’ or another random ass pet name becos i can see brontë talking to them v calmly and sweetly and always calling them baby / babe etc.- appearance: barely owns any clothes without some kind of paint / ceramic splatter on it??? anything that’s clean is hidden away in brontë’s closet bc she knows he’ll find a way to mess it up. he’s always got a bandana hanging out of his back pocket, the color changes depending on his mood. he could live in cozy clothes if it was socially acceptable and is always rocking sweats and cropped sweatshirts when he’s running around their home working on a new painting or sculpture. - which parent they look more like: he looks more like harrison, he’s got the sharp jaw and the v charming features.- which parent they like more: he resonates with brontë more since from a very young age, he took a liking to the arts. though of course he counts on his dad for 90% of the advice he ends up seeking. mom is cool when it comes to having paint fights but asking her for dating advice is a lil weird, so he always relies on harrison for that. - height once fully grown: 5′11″- job ambition: he struggles to pin point exactly what it is he wants to do, so after graduating, reed takes a year off to explore his options. while taking a year off, he works alongside his mom in her studio, sometimes as an artist or a coordinator. it then hits him that he wants to be an arts journalist and spend his time viewing and interpreting all different kinds of art, and sharing his findings with the world. - faceclaim: tom holland. - personality (added cos i’m extra!): reed’s the sweetest boy you’ll ever meet. a total mama’s boy and isn’t afraid to admit it. he is a lot more sensitive than he lets on and is able to express that through his art, as well as through other forms such as music and literature. he’s the one you go to if you ever just want to rant and have a shoulder to cry on. when lyra’s upset he bakes (and usually burns) brontë’s famous mac and cheese recipe but they eat it regardless, out of mugs, sat on the kitchen floor just bullshitting about life.

- name: lyra normandie - likes / dislikes: likes twizzlers (this is a big debate between she & reed), star wars, feminism, big dogs, homemade italian food, any 90s alt band, the rush of attending a concert, saving ticket stubs from everything she attends, her pet tarantula (that brontë hates lbr), the fall months, thrift shopping, rolling stone magazine, playing instruments / dislikes the smell of nail polish / acetone, candy that tastes medicinal rather than sweet, strawberry jelly (she’s all about grape in her pb&j), poorly done horror movies, like 90% of modern pop, jager bombs, summer days when it’s too hot to function, writers block, people who feel the need to impose their opinions on her. - first word: “baba” because i can see brontë and harrison trying to calm the twins down by singing a bunch of different songs and lyra taking a liking to “i wanna be sedated” by the ramones so all night like they’re just like “ba ba ba ba i wanna be sedated” and it easily became one of the first songs lyra ever knew the lyrics to. - appearance: badass chic? she’s usually decked out in leather jackets, band t-shirts, boots. her hair is always up in a messy ponytail and she has a bunch of piercings in her ears. she also has her septum pierced however mom and dad don’t know about that !!!! she’ll flip it upwards to hide it from them lmao she definitely got it done when she was out with her friends one night. in lieu of a purse, lyra carries her essentials in the over-the-shoulder guitar case she got for christmas ages ago. usually donning layered chokers and funky colored shades. - which parent they look more like: definitely brontë. - which parent they like more: she bonds with harrison better over things like music and performing, however brontë has always made sure to be her kids #1 fan so she’s always cheering lyra and reed on in their endeavors.- height once fully grown: 5′4″ - job ambition: a musician just like dad!!! ngl she probably attended a tour with harrison once and was HOOKED. the feeling of being on stage, the hype before and after playing a sold out show??? she was obsessed. she and a few of her friends (two girls and another boy) all have a band that practices out of the normandie’s garage and they’re actually pretty good. - faceclaim: danielle campbell. - personality (added cos i’m extra!): lyra’s just as soft as her brother, however she’s got quite the shell around her. she’s very protective of those she cares about and definitely punched someone in the face for being mean to her brother. she’s never seen without headphones either in her ears or around her neck, just begging for the perfect moment to turn up her music. she’s the girl who, when she’s not doing school work, has her hands on her guitar or is banging away at a drum kit. music is the only outlet she feels the most comfortable using and she loves that she has the utmost support from mom & dad :’)

#everyone's getting twins and i'm not even mad #tbd brontë & harrison #superstcrr

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otakugirlkrod · 8 years ago

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Three years have passed

A/N: I never imagined I will get this chapter done so fast. Thank you all for your support. Special thanks to my editors: @silvermidnightprincess and @whereisthefood123 . I love you guys! Thank you so much

Anime: Fairy Tail

Couple: Gajevy

Rated: T (Language)

Genres: Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Status: On going

Summary: Tired of being “the damsel in distress”, Levy left the guild without telling anyone except Master Makarov. She spent three years far away from Magnolia learning new spells to improve her skills. But finally, is time to return home. What’s that strange magic she learn?

Chapter One:https://otakugirlkrod.tumblr.com/post/158442724445/three-years-have-passed

Chapter Two: https://otakugirlkrod.tumblr.com/post/159584893235/three-years-have-passed

Chapter three: The mission

Knock! knock! A gentle thud hit the door two times. The sound didn’t go unheard for the boys inside the room.

“Oi Lily, get the door. I’m still fighting with this stupid suit.” Gajeel said irritated.

“I’m on my way.” Lily got up and made his way to the door. He was astonished by the sight that greeted him.

“Ughh! I don’t understand this fancy shit. I have a mess with the tie and sleeves!” He complained. “Hey, Lil’. Who’s there? You’re quieter than usual.”

“I can help you.” Her voice reached his ears and he turned around quickly.

Gajeel was startled. Levy was looking gorgeous. The beautiful gold necklace stood out on her skin and made beautiful contrast with her hair. “Different.” He murmured.

She got closer to him. “What?” She asked curiously.

“You look different.” He let her tie the buttons and fix his tie.

“Do I look bad?” She said without looking up at him. She tucked some strands of hair behind her ear and continued helping Gajeel with the sleeves. “There you have it. You’re all done.” She gave him a smile. “Looks like Mister Yasu did research about me and about how I identify myself as a Fairy Tail mage, right?” She laughed nervously. “Apparently the stylist took it a little too far.” She let her hair rest on her right shoulder. “I look so weird with my hair straightened, and without my bandana.” She said a little insecure.

Lily, who was behind her noticed something. “What happened to your guild mark?”

“Oh, that? They covered it up with makeup.”

“Lil is killing the look. But me, I’m looking like that faggot.” Gajeel grumbled.

Lily laughed. “Gajeel, I think you should put your hair up in a bun.” He mocked.

“This suit is more than enough.” Gajeel grunted.

“At least you look like your usual self. As for me, it’s like the girls at Fairy Hills used me as their guinea pig.” Levy said. “But don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining at all…I actually feel pretty. ” She blushed and let her gloved hand reached her chest.

“You look beautiful. I wonder how your fiancée will react.” Pantherlily said, teasing Gajeel.

And he made sure it hit a nerve. “GOD DAMMIT CAT! DON’T CALL HIM LIKE THAT. IT’S NOT LIKE HE’S THE REAL THING.” Gajeel clarified. Levy and Lily laughed at his reaction.

Later that night, people with stunning dresses and suits made their way to the mansion at the Onibus Town valley.

The red headed maid appeared on the stairs and interrupted the crowd. “Now, let us introduce to you, Master Toshiro’s fiancée: Levy McGarden.” People looked up to the stairs eagerly.

The beautiful mage made her entrance, showing all of the guests the beautiful bouffant strapless green dress she was wearing. The dress had some intricate patterns made with little gold stones. Her hands held the edge of the dress to lift it up while going down the stairs. Wow. Yasu thought. He was stunned. A scarlet color covered his cheeks.

He could not look away from the mage. “Levy-chan…You look gorgeous.” He took her hand that was covered in a white glove that reached above her elbow, brought it close to his face and kissed it gently.

The sudden contact made Levy blush furiously. “T-Thank you.”

“That’s not a real kiss” yelled one of Yasu’s friend.

“Why don’t you give her a real kiss?” Another stranger added.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The crowd craved.

“Kiss?” Levy asked nervously.

Yasu looked directly into Levy’s hazel eyes. “We should do it.”

“W-What?” A crimson shade tinted her whole face.

“What they are asking.” He said. Her eyes widened. “You know, to please them and make them believe this is real.” Yasu smiled. “It will only be one.” He let his left hand draw her closer to him.

“THAT BASTARD DIDN’T MENTION ANYTHING ABOUT THIS!” Gajeel growled.

“U-u-ummm…I-I-I…” Levy was getting more nervous as Yasu started getting closer to her lips.

“Why don’t we let the “lovely” couple have the first dance of the night?“ Gajeel shouted sarcastically.

“Yes, that’s a better idea.” The red-headed maid backed up his idea.

Yasu gave Gajeel a deathly glare. “Gee hee” the dragonslayer smirked.

Thank you, Gajeel! Levy thought while dancing with Yasu to a ballad song.

I wonder how Lily’s doing in the hideout. Gajeel looked outside. Also… He turned his head back to Levy. Why did she tell me that before the whole party started?

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Flashback

Levy gave Gajeel a worried look as she placed her right hand on his left shoulder. “Gajeel, if anything bad happens…” She looked to the side. “Please be careful.”

Gajeel let his hand rest on her free arm and squeezed it lightly. “Chill down Shorty, nothing out of the ordinary will happen. Gee hee”. He gave her a smile.

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He kept looking at the center of the ballroom in which the blue haired mage kept dancing with the young man. Why do I feel like my magic power was concentrated on her touch? His eyes never left her figure. Then something clicked in his mind. Does it have to do with what Salamander told us?

The party was over and it was past midnight. Team Gajeel met with Yasu in the meeting room.

A fist hit the table. “What do you mean nothing happened?” Gajeel asked doubtful.

“Nothing interesting happened. Only three bandits showed up. But they weren’t mages.” The small feline confessed with his paws crossed over his chest.

“That’s unusual.” Levy said uncertainly.

“I’m pretty sure they knew Yasu hired us and set us a trap.” Pantherlily said firmly.

Yasu scratched the back of his head. “I guess I miscalculated.” He let out a sigh. “Anyways, stay alert.” He got up of the table and headed to the door. “They can come in at any moment. See you tomorrow Levy-chan.” He waved goodbye and walked away.

“Why did you accept to spend the night here?” Gajeel asked annoyed.

Here we go again. Lily thought, tired of Gajeel’s jealousy.

“We cannot turn down his offer for a place to stay for the night, Gajeel. He helped us and we should be as close as we can to the book.” Levy got up and head to her assigned room. “Go get some sleep, we’ll plan new strategies tomorrow.”

The sound of a broken window glass was heard near them.

“I knew it.” Pantherlily said.

Gajeel sniffed the air. “There they are.”

Levy’s bedroom door opened and she stepped out. “What was that?”

“Let’s get this party started! Gee hee.” Gajeel smirked and started running.

“We should hurry. I’ll go get the book.” Levy said making her way to the end of the hallway.

Gajeel sensed some magic power heading Levy’s way. “Head down Levy!” He shouted.

A symbol created a powerful beam of energy that passed by Levy’s head making her hair follow the strong wind it caused.

“Oriental Solid Script! That spell could have pierced my brain in a matter of seconds”

Gajeel asked ironically, “Are you trying to give me a haircut or what?” He smirked.

The black haired woman standing far from Team Gajeel showed them the book. “What you’re looking for, I already have it sweetheart.” She winked. “Well, well, well, look what do we have here? The traitor exceed of Edolas, solid script mage Levy McGarden and ex-member of Phantom Lord, the iron dragon slayer Gajeel Redfox.”

“Looks like you know us pretty well.” The iron dragon slayer glared at the woman standing before them.

“THIS BOOK WILL NOT LEAVE MY POSSESSION NO MATTER WHAT.” She laughed. “I will complete this job even if I have to kill you fairies.” She lunged at the mages. “My reward for this stupid task is more valuable than your lives.”

A lot of sounds were heard for a whole hour, shouts, punches, swords clashing and kicks.

“What’s wrong with this woman?” Gajeel knelt down, frustration was showed in his voice.

“I didn’t imagine she would have such strength” Levy said panting.

“I could compare her magic level with Erza’s without a doubt.” Lily said.

Gajeel looked at a panting Lily. Lily ran out of magic. Then turned his head to the other side. Levy was pretty bruised up. He grabbed a fist of dirt. I have to keep them safe. He punched the ground. We’re Fairy Tail mages! He tried to get up.

“GAJEEL, WATCH OUT!” Levy rushed to Gajeel and stepped between the long sword and Gajeel.

The busty woman laughed maniacally. “Protecting him from being killed? That’s so sweet little fairy.”

“Ahh!” Levy let out a painful scream, coughing out blood as the sword was being stabbed further into her petite body. Gajeel froze at the sound, not daring to take away his eyes off the scene.

L-levy… His heart started beating faster. He looked down at the ground lost for what to do and tried to wipe off his face with the back of his right hand, but a red liquid tinted his skin. This…is her blood. He looked up at her. Why the hell did she do that?

“Get the book!” Lily shouted loudly and desperately.

Gajeel’s mind raced. Why is she covered in scales…?

“GAJEEL!” Lily kept trying to get the dragon slayer’s attention.

Gajeel’s eyes widened. Wait a minute! Realization hit him. Those are my iron scales!

Levy looked down as the sword was being pulled out of her body. The scales disappeared…She lifted her shaky bloody hands to waist level. The magic didn’t work… Dizziness was starting to take over her. Maybe it was because I pushed myself too hard. She took a few steps back. I used all of it…my magic power. She looked over her shoulder and gave Gajeel a smile. “Gajeel…now is your chance…”

Gajeel nodded and stood up. She saved my ass. He ran straight to the black headed woman. The scene he witnessed snapped Gajeel out of his frozen state. “I WILL BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU, FILTHY BITCH! IRON DRAGON’S LANCE!” Both of his arms transformed into long iron poles and hit the woman’s stomach with so much force that she was sent backwards.

She spit out some blood on the floor. “You are tough Kurogane.” Gajeel slashed again.

Yasu’s voice was heard as he approached the fighting ground. “SOLID SCRIPT: THUNDER! SOLID SCRIPT: CHAINS!”

Before Levy’s limp body fell on the ground, Gajeel rushed and grabbed her. “Oi! Get a hold of yourself. You can’t just pass out. You’re stronger than this.”

“I-I’m sorry, Gajeel.” She murmured.

“OF COURSE SHE CAN YOU IDIOT. SHE’S EXHAUSTED AND HAS LOST A LOT OF BLOOD! SHE NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION IMMEDIATLY.” Pantherlily shouted desperately.

Levy’s vision went blurry as she fell into darkness. Gajeel carried her bridal style, took a look at Levy’s hurtful expression and thought. Hold on…

Gajeel looked up to the full moon through the hospital room’s window. I can’t believe we fucking failed to protect a God damn book. The magic council needs to lock down that woman. I can’t believe she used some teleportation magic to escape with the fucking book. Gajeel grounded his teeth in frustration. It gets my blood boiling knowing that Levy’s effort was in vain. He turned around to see the blue haired mage laying on the white bed looking pale. I don’t understand why… He knelt down by the side of the bed and took Levy’s right hand in his. But I don’t want to leave her side. He bowed his head making instant contact with Levy’s hand. Not now, not ever.

The next morning. Yasu made his way to the hospital. He stopped in his tracks right in front of Levy’s room when he saw Gajeel at the hallway.

“Hey Gajeel, I wasn’t expecting you to come.” He smirked.

Gajel grumbled. “What’s wrong with you fancypants? Of course I’ll come, faggot. She’s my guildmate.” Both of them got into the room.

Yasu looked behind Gajeel as if he was searching for something. “Where is your talking cat?”

“His name is Lily.” He glared at him and continued. “He got back to the guild.”

A lazy low voice interrupted them. “Can you two please be quiet? I have a headache.” Gajeel turned his head to the direction of the sound and smiled.

Yasu took a few steps forward and sat beside her. “Levy-chan! You finally woke up.”

She looked at him a little confused by the last part of his comment. “How long was I out?”

“Four days.” He said bluntly.

Levy got up in a sitting position. “I should take a bath.” Yasu offered his hand to help her. She looked at him and accepted his help. Feeling a little weak she managed to get on her feet and headed straight to the bathroom. With one hand on the doorknob she said without looking back. “Please behave while you two are alone.”

She closed the door behind her, and proceeded to take off her clothes. I feel different somehow. She stepped into the shower and let the hot water run through her hair and body. I’m sure that it has to do with my new magic. She turned off the shower and stepped out but a distinct color on the mirror captured her attention.

“AHHH!” Levy let out a scream. Her body started shaking because of what her reflection showed her. W-WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME? Levy started hyperventilating.

“What’s wrong?” Gajeel’s raspy voice was heard from the other side of the door.

“Everything’s ok?” Yasu asked.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? Levy’s eyes were watering. “Don’t you dare come in.” She replied almost as a threat. “I’m-I’m alright. Don’t worry.” Tears began to fall while looking at every detail of her body. Purple shiny symbols were printed on her arms, thighs and back. WHY DOES MY BODY HAVE RUNES?! I can’t let anyone see this. I need to get out of here soon. She clutched her chest.

…I’m sorry everyone.

TBC

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