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st4rrmii · 5 months ago

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LuciBen/LoveBug HCs/Facts:Pt.3-Sillies

(Last part! This one won't be as lore based as the others and will mainly just be silly lil hcs/cute stuff-thank y'all for sticking around for my shenanigans 🙏)

-Ben's the lil spoon

-Ben isn't much of a hugger but he will always cling to Lucien when possible, whenever anyone questions him about it he just tells them Lucien's just "comfortable" to hold onto (not a lie tbh)

-Lucien has a service dog named Latte that absolutely adores Ben, like if she's "off work" then the second she senses Ben, she's BOOKING IT to him. S1 Ben would've been a little icked out (and scared) by a full-size Malamute coming at him, but Big Ben is always happy to give the big pup all his love

-Ben was nervous to come to Lucien's place at first since he lives on the sanctuary he works at, which means theres a lot more of a chance of running into dinos, but he does quickly learn the ones that he will run into are very chill and used to humans so now he can come over without being spooked

-Mia(Lucien's lil sister) is a mechanic and has done an ungodly amount of repairs on the Van, at this point, she's the only one Ben will let touch it

-Lucien and Ben share a pretty similar music taste, mostly because they're constantly introducing each other to new music, so long roadtrips are pretty chill when it comes to who gets the aux

-Whenever they go out and have to look at least somewhat put together, Lucien will put a tiny bit of eyeliner/mascara and lipgloss on Ben, at first Ben was iffy about it but he very quickly got used to it, and even carries around his own little pouch with chapstick, gloss, mascara and eyeliner in his dork pouch

-They absolutely do the little dorky couples' trends you'll see on tiktok (like the nail polish to match each other's eyes, those hug shirts where they paint each other's arms then hug, matching pjs, etc.)

-Neither will admit it, but they are hopeless romantics. Even small romantic gestures from the other will have them giggling n kicking their feet for days

-Lucien's main love language is acts of service, if Ben says he's been stressing about doing something Lucien will do it for him, if Lucien notices the trash/dishes are building up in Ben's dorm he'll take it out/do them for him. Sometimes, Ben won't notice until Lucien's already done it and left, but it always makes him smile.

-On the other hand, Ben's main love language is gift giving, little trinkets he finds that reminds him of Lucien, post it note doodles, plushies (Lucien adores plushies and will always love getting them), you name it. Lucien doesn't really buy many nice things for himself unless they're necessities, so it always feels nice to have someone that does love him enough to think he's worth the money/time spent on gifts.

-Ben does most of the cooking, Lucien knows how to cook but unless it's certain dishes or he's in a certain mood it just stresses him out, whereas Ben grew up cooking with his mom a lot since she was at work a lot and therefore dinner was most of the time they got to spend together, so he finds it actually helps with stress. The boot slop was a low point in his life that we do not talk about.

-Lucien will compliment Ben at whatever chance he can. His hair looks good that day? Compliment. He's cooking, and it smells good? Compliment. The sun hits him in a way that makes his eyes shine and his freckles pop? 100 compliments. Lucien just loves Ben and thinks he's perfect in everything he does, and he's going to let him know that. Ben always gets flustered no matter how many compliments he's gotten.

-If Ben has an essay or exam coming up, Lucien will always stop by to bring him food, make sure he's resting, etc.

-Ben is a notorious clothing thief, I feel like I've mentioned this before, but I am mentioning it again because of how much he does it, someone help Lucien he's running out of clothes.

-They'll spend hours cuddling and talking, nothing else, just taking in each other's presence. They've both "lost" each other at some point in their lives, so they know not to take these things for granted.

-They have inside jokes in ASL, the other camp fam know if they're signing at each other and trying to hide their giggles, then the joke is probably at their expense. Especially Kenji.

-Lucien gets "Love Zoomies" as Sammy calls it, where sometimes Ben will do something or just like- exist- that has Lucien doing laps in his head, stimming, just a huge burst of energy that usually contains him going on about how much he loves Ben while trying not to do a backflip

-Lucien looks like he'd be the scary dog but he is like- the biggest dork, literally and figuratively- especially when it comes to Ben, like I know I've stated it fifteen goddamn times but I genuinely do not think there are enough words for me to properly describe just how madly, insanely, hesd over heels in love with Ben Lucien is, like that is his soulmate, he would take the trauma of Jurassic World an infinite amount of times if it meant he got to love Ben every time.

-Ben has Lucien wrapped around his finger, if he wants something he doesn't even have to say it, Lucien knows and he's already doing it

-Lucien is a biker, and while Ben does very much find it hot, he is also terrified by the way that man drives. He will be a backpack if absolutely necessary, but he will nearly break Lucien's ribs every time with how hard he holds onto him

-Ben was never really a concert enjoyer, hurts his ears and theres just too many people, but after seeing how excited Lucien gets at concerts and how much fun he has, suddenly Ben is a huge concert person, as long as he's with Lucien.

-Lucien's favourite sound in the world is Ben's laugh, the way he squeaks at the end of it, or how if he's laughing hard enough he'll cover his mouth and just go silent, and you can only tell he's laughing because he's shaking and has tears in his eyes- it's just the greatest thing in the world to Lucien. There has been so many time Lucien has completely embarrassed himself, and if it was anyone else laughing he'd curl into a ball and die, but the fact that it was Ben laughing just made everything so worth it.

-Ben thinks Lucien somehow hates pteranodons more than he does, which is crazy, Lucien's whole shtick is that dinosaurs are just doing what they have to do to survive and they shouldn't be punished for it, but pteranodons are a completely different story, they are the wasps of the dino world, they are hell spawns and will be treated as such if they dare come near him. Man, wonder why he hates them sm 🤔

-Lucien is the type of bf to send Ben pictures/videos etc. Of two random things and just caption it "us"

#ben pincus #Lucien Jwcc #Lucien Jwct #Luciben #LoveBug jwcc #LoveBug Jwct #LoveBug #jurassic world chaos theory #camp cretaceous #jurassic world camp cretaceous #camp cretaceous chaos theory #jwcc #jwct #oc #original character #jwcc oc #jwct oc #ship dymanics #theyre so itty bitty i love them

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rafent · 9 months ago

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✦ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ✧

There is a cottage in the woods.

Nil watches it through tiny breaches in the briars, like the peepholes of a starving white wolf. A nuclear family nests inside consisting of father, mother, and child; picture-perfect, as quaint as the humblest aspirations can hope to be. The hardworking father descends the mountain to peddle cut lumber. The diligent mother rises early and fills the forest with smells of plain but revitalizing cooking. The lone child plays all by her lonesome, quietly and causing no trouble, asking after no toys her parents cannot afford.

Each is hard at work in their painted-on roles, but the mother especially. She dabs away her sweat with the bone of her wrist, tidies her spilling bun and adjusts the straps of her apron when they fall loose amid midday labors. Her chemises and linens air on the clothing line, brought in before the preparations for supper.

These pristine appearances are what throw him off, of course, the singular child that induces pause. Is it not all too mundane? Should there not be a second wretch to frolic in the garden beside the first? Over the course of several days, Nil gleans what he can for the simple act of confirmation. On the fourth, he approaches. He learns there are many allowances the littlest ones will make for a kind and studied smile.

“Do you know my mama, mister?”

“I do. I am friends with her, from long, long ago, but it is very cold outside. Can I wait for her in there with you?”

“Okay.”

It is the most innocent that let the devil into their home. It is the most innocent that is the devil, after all. Kindly Nil sits and waits, his fingers drum thoughtfully against the naperon, studying the stains of spilled, ill-dried broth. The smell of washed millet and dank wood. It is a pleasant home, a proper home; that is the reality; the truth, in the same way that Nil does not really know who this child’s mother is, her face, her age, or even her name. He knows only that they have the same eyes.

She arrives eventually. She sees his eyes, too. How? her chalk-white expression asks. At this distance there is no mistake for either of them. After a moment he rises from the chair with a severe set of his mouth, there is nothing of Nil in it anymore.

“Outside.” On his demand they go together. As one might estimate the age of an oak tree by its quantity of rings, the length of existence for a Fell Child can be judged by different visual parameters; the cocked alertness of her spine, the clenched fingers down at her side, the primordial readiness of fight and flight. But it is futile, Rafal has made sure of his advantages from the moment they stepped out, the defective Child leading and Rafal at her back. It does not stop her from trying.

“I’ve left Gradlon behind. My ambitions, my dragonstone—everything. I have a family. You don't have to do this.”

His lips twist, amused, bitter, disbelieving, everything at once. He laughs with all his chest and says to the pleading red eyes that have damned her, neither gleeful nor triumphal, merely factual: “But I will. Did you think laying with a human and birthing his pups would absolve you of this struggle? Never.”

Those born of Gradlon cannot run even from the enemies they have never made. The dice their blood has cast for them from the moment each drew breath, hissing in the viper pit hundreds and thousands strong, wanting with all their wicked hearts to be the last and only one. Revanche, a conferred axe from Divine Dragons, points at her like a wielded guillotine, like Rafal is judge, jury, and executioner. The reality is only that he is rightful heir over it all.

And ultimately, like it has been for countless others, it is easy. She is nothing like Nel. Her atrophied strength does not compare, not the pitiful tooth she straps to her thigh - a single knife batted away - or the futile scrabble of her nails down his arm in her final throes. Her face is not remotely alike, too plain without the dragonkin's trappings of gold, that it evokes nothing when he stares into it, rips into it. So it is easy.

“Mama! Mommy! Momm—”

Hair topples fully from the struggling bun, the apron like Rafal is white now freckled and stained. Rafal looks down at a homely brown-haired niece; a nameless, wretched, sorry inheritor of Fell Dragon legacy and sees nothing of her mother in her; there is everything of her human father about her. That does not leave him satisfied. He is the one that will not take chances.

...

Too soon, the truant father returns home from cutting wood, catching a young man in his home with an axe in his hand, his two greatest treasures shattered on the floor. His mouth opens to yell, to scream, to say anything at all. This noise stirs the wolf, startles him, provokes him, and for that there is movement—

. . .and then there is silence.

There is a cottage in the woods and no family inside.

#◜ ₊ — 𝓡 ˚ ₊ 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ╱ drabble.#how far do the alt!gradlon fell children go. how deep is the well.#the answer: This Deep #there is so much to unpack for rafal's pre-canon especially in the 'i killed all my siblings' department #thrown out in xenologue 5 then never mentioned again. but i Do feel like the [audible gasp] reaction from fx cast was appropriate

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f1uckinghell · 1 year ago

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Mini Summer VV Event: Part 4

This is the final oneshot I managed for the VV summer event, and was inspired by many a conversations with @33max 🩵

fluff with light angst//pack/family feels//tw: mentions of drug use, mentions of fights with parents

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Daniel meant to cut the tree down. It was old and knobbly and the placement wasn’t ideal, right on the edge of the cow pasture.

He didn’t get that far, because Isabel begged him, with tears in her eyes, to leave it be because it was her “favorite tree”.

“You never said that it was your favorite!”

“You never asked!” she sniffled dramatically, sounding a lot like Charles.

“What else am I supposed to do with it? It doesn’t even carry apples anymore.”

“We could build a treehouse in it?” Riley suggested quietly from the side. “Like the kind the kids in my book have. A magic one.” Of course, Isabel immediately agreed.

And so, Daniel, with the help of Michael and two very eager six year olds, spent the next few weeks gathering wood and supplies, and constructing a treehouse out of it.

It didn’t take long for the adults to become just as invested in the project. It was fun teaching the kids how to hammer in nails, how to sand, how to put in the little windows they had ordered online and how to roof it with tarp.

To make sure the treehouse really was magic, Lando helped Riley paint it, purple with little stars on it. Sophie got the pups small furniture, a little sofa to sit on, an old, colorful rug, a kid-sized table, some blankets.

When it was done, they all felt very accomplished.

“Daddy, I love it!” Isabel wrapped her arms around Daniel’s leg, looking up at him with a big, big smile and shining brown eyes. “It’s so cool!”

“It really is,” Daniel agreed, giving her a grin, rubbing her back. “And the paint job is what really pulls it together.”

On Michael’s arm, Riley beamed. There was still some purple paint on his cheek.

That night, the twins celebrated by inviting Leah and having juice and cookies in their new treehouse.

For a while, Riley and Isabel got to enjoy the treehouse for themselves.

The triplets and Luna were too small to climb up the ladder on their own for a while, but that only made them want to get up there even more. When the triplets got too much for them, it was easy for the twins to escape into their sacred little space, rolling up the ladder and ignoring the wailing downstairs.

However, this was the best motivator for the younger kids to learn how to climb, and soon, the treehouse war was on.

Eventually, via the means of a packling tribunal, they decided on fair rules for everyone to use the tree house.

“No pushing people off” was priority number one, thankfully.

The years passed, and the treehouse saw many additions: a rope swing, new curtains, a radio, flower pots, and a new paint job, courtesy of Luna and Lucía.

Jasper was born, and being the baby of the family, he got the privilege of being lifted up there before he could ever climb by himself, always just wanting to be included.

Eventually, the twins grew out of wanting to play-pretend with their siblings.

“Isa, will you play superheroes with us in the treehouse?” Evie tugged on her older sister’s sleeve. “Pleeeease?” She put all of her force into that please to convince Isabel. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough, because Isabel’s eyes were stuck on her phone screen.

“No, I’m calling Leah in a minute.”

“Ughhhh,” Evie exclaimed, slinking off, not even in a mood to make kissy noises at her sister for mentioning Leah. “Riley?” she asked hopefully, even though she knew it was no use. Riley sometimes still played dolls with them, but not superheroes.

“No, Evie,” Riley told her, looking at least somewhat sorry, “I need to finish my homework.”

“You’re always spending way too much time on your homework,” Evie grumbled, leaving her two boring older siblings alone in the living room, but not without a “You’re both stupid!”

She found Michael in the kitchen, reading a recipe off his iPad, cracking open eggs.

“Papa,” she whined, climbing one of the stools, “Isa and Riley never wanna play with us anymore!”

He looked up from his cooking, giving her a half-smile that usually meant he was about to say something wise. “That’s just how it is when you get older, bug. They’re proper teenagers now, they’re interested in other things.”

“Ugh,” Evie grumbled again, laying her arms flat on the countertop and her head on top of them. “Being a teenager must suck then, if they don’t want to play cool games in the cool treehouse with us anymore.”

Michael chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “You have no idea.”

Later that night, Evie snuck her way in between Riley and Isabel in the pup nest.

“Sorry I said you were stupid.”

She watched her older siblings exchange an amused glance over her head, which kind of made her want to pinch them both, but she controlled herself. “I talked to Papa and he said being a teenager sucks ass.” She paused, then added, “Well, he didn’t say it like that but it’s what he meant. So I forgive you.”

“Wow, thank you for your apology,” Riley said, clearly trying not to laugh.

“It does suck ass sometimes,” Isa shrugged, wrapping her arms around Evie to tickle her, but Evie quickly kicked her (lightly). She had one more thing to say. “Wait! Will you- …will you still do the sleepover with us?”

The treehouse sleepover was a tradition. Once a year, on the last day of school before summer break, all of them slept outside in the treehouse. It was a tight fit, but Evie desperately wanted her big brother and sister there, even if they were stinky boring teenagers now.

“Of course!” Isa gasped, shocked by the assumption, “Why not?!”

“It’s the law,” Riley said, matter-of-factly, “Treehouse sleepover on the last day of school is required.”

“Okay.” Evie let out a breath. “...you can tickle me now.”

The treehouse changed over time, got bigger, a little more crooked, saw different paint jobs and ladders and furniture.

It always stayed a place for the kids to have their own space, away from the parents and sometimes, the world. Even as they got older, it still saw use, albeit not as much as it used to.

It was good for hiding after a bad day, for reading undisturbed, for sleepovers with friends, for games that were otherwise deemed “too childish”, for secret phone calls nobody else was supposed to hear, and for many other things.

“I can’t believe we used to be able to stand up in here,” Leah laughed, reaching over her head to touch the ceiling with her palms.

Isabel tried to look anywhere but at her. “Yeah, crazy, right?”

“Do you remember when we played princess and knight?” Leah smiled. Her teeth were so white, and Isabel couldn’t believe how long it had taken her to notice that. She was noticing a lot of new things about Leah lately.

“Yeah, I remember. You stole one of your mom’s dresses for it.” Isa had to duck her head to even sit up in here; she was leaning forward at an awkward angle.

“I did!” Leah giggled, “He was sooooo mad at me for it.” She paused, and Isabel watched her run her fingers over the edge of the ratty little carpet Lucía had weaved for the treehouse a few years ago.

“Do you remember when I said the princess should give the knight a kiss?”

Isabel snorted, “You mean when I said that princesses kiss princes, not knights?”

“Yeah,” Leah giggled.

Silence fell over them for a moment. It was a new, heavy, exhilarating kind of silence as the enclosed space of the treehouse filled with a warm, sweet scent.

“...do you want to kiss the princess now?” Leah asked into the silence, her voice soft and pretty. Her fingertips were inching towards Isabel’s on the wood floor.

“...I… would like that, yeah,” Isa said, barely managing a whisper.

“Lunie?”

Lucía peeked over the edge of the treehouse, her eyes wide and still a little wet.

Luna wanted her to leave, but she couldn’t get herself to actually say it.

“Are you gonna come down for dinner?” Lucía asked hopefully.

Luna sat up, wiping her eyes dry. Her throat hurt from crying. “Is Papá still angry at me?”

Lucía scrunched up her nose as she pulled herself all the way up onto the platform with Luna. “A little bit I think. But he’s not yelling anymore. He’s just looking around all grumpy, you know how.” Her imitation of their Dad made Luna laugh.

Lucía leaned into Luna, putting her head on her sister’s shoulder. “...they’re just worried about you, I think.”

Luna hummed quietly, her throat filling up again. “They can’t get mad at me everytime I have a boyfriend!” she mumbled, “That’s not fair!”

Lucía said nothing for a second, and then carefully looked up at her. “...no offense, Lunie, but I think it’s the kind of boys you date.” Luna couldn’t really argue with that, to be honest. “You knew he does drugs. Everyone knew he does drugs.” Sometimes, Lucía sounded more mature than Luna even felt, even though she was the older sister.

“Maybe you’ll get it when you’re older, love makes you blind,” Luna shrugged, feeling silly and defensive.

“...I don’t think I will,” Lucía said, putting her head back on Luna’s shoulder.

“...it’s over with him now, anyway.”

“Sorry.”

They sat in silence for a minute or two before Lucía said, “...come down for dinner, Lunie, please. I think maybe we’ll have ice cream for dessert.”

Luna sighed deeply.

“...yeah, okay.”

On the last night of school, thirteen years after the treehouse was built, they had their last summer sleepover.

All of them felt the finality.

Riley was going away for college, and Isabel was having a baby with Leah, and nothing would ever be the same after tonight.

Together, they had spent the last few days expanding the treehouse, adding more flooring to the platform. Flynn built stilts to hold it up until the treehouse had a massive front porch.

It was a total overkill for this one night, but nobody questioned it.

They squeezed up there together, a mess of sleeping bags and blankets and cookie crumbs. Jasper insisted on sleeping right next to Riley, holding on to him all night as if he could keep him from leaving if he just tried hard enough.

Wrapped in his sleeping bag and his little brother’s arms, Riley couldn’t fall asleep, staring at the stars above them instead. He could tell through their bond that Isa wasn’t asleep either. When he turned his head to look at her, he saw a slow tear run down from the corner of her eye into her blond hair.

In silence, he reached over, grabbing her hand, squeezing it three times. I love you. She squeezed back thankfully, looking at him with a wobbly smile.

A lot was about to change now, and both of them were scared.

“I’m so glad you convinced Dad that this was your favorite tree,” Riley whispered.

“Me too,” Isa whispered back. Next to her, Evie stirred, snuggling into her side.

For a moment, the twins just smiled at each other. Riley felt tears well up as well; just seeing her cry was enough.

“Being a teenager sucks ass,” Isa whispered, and then they both had to clutch their hands over their mouths to stop themselves from waking up their packlings with their laughter, making their tears less salty.

Eventually, they calmed down and Riley reached for Isa’s hand again.

“...let’s see if being an adult does, too.”

#virtues verse #fluff tag #pup tag #pack tag #angst tag #vv!daniel #vv!michael #vv!max #vv!riley #vv!isabel #vv!luna #vv!lucía #vv!jasper #vv!flynn #vv!evie #vv!jakob

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playhousemassacrez · 1 year ago

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(⤷ ┊ ◜ 👻 ◞ ┊ headcanons for your Missing Children and/or Puppet Soul)

William doesn't kill children, so he kills young adults in my AU instead. I also wanted to add the younger Afton kids and the Emily kids too cuz yes.

Gabriel "Gabe" Frederickson, the soul of Freddy Fazbear

Please refer him as Gabe.

During his first day inside the Animatronic Freddy body, Gabe tries to gain control of himself but the more he tried, the more pain he was in, causing his nose to bleed.

Gabe was the fifth victim. Died on June 13, 1985.

Also, William favored him the most since he always saw how "foolish" he was, so the asshole tries his "best" to take Gabe under his wing.

Jeremy Boyd, the soul of Bonnie the Bunny

Jeremy tends to be the most forgetful of the gang.

He and Fritz always end up in trouble.

Has a HUGE crush on Susie but he thinks she doesn't like him that way. Little does he know; Susie also has feelings for him.

Jeremy is adorably dorky. He's a legit gift to the rest of the gang.

Jeremy always gets uncomfortable around William whenever he wears purple. Michael doesn't blame him.

He's Gabe's best friend so that's why Bonnie and Freddy are always made to be best friends.

Susie sometimes nicknames him "Jay".

Jeremy was the second victim. Died on June 13, 1985.

Susie Cooper, the soul of Chica the Chicken

Susie gives out hugs a lot, if they're not tight enough to mess up anyone's organs that is.

She's adorable, but effortlessly tough.

Her Golden Retriever is named Carl. Why she named the pup Carl is forever a mystery.

Girl can stress eat A LOT.

Her relationship with Jeremy is the "He asked for no pickles!" meme.

Can cook pretty well! She learned how to cook since she was four years old from her aunt, who owned a diner since the 50's.

She's the one who painted Jeremy and Fritz's nails!

Dyed the tips of her hair brown cuz she thought it was cool.

Susie and Fritz like to butt heads with each other.

Susie was the first victim, but we all know that. Died on June 13, 1985.

Fritz Foster, the soul of Foxy the pirate Fox

Fritz had some eye trauma as a small child and had to wear an eyepatch. His eye trauma is pretty much gone now, but he still wears his eyepatch, just to make him "look cooler".

Resting bitch face for days.

Lost his hand at the age of ten when he made a bet with some other kid around the train tracks in St. George. He showed no fear that day.

He loves to mess with Susie and Jeremy a lot.

Fritz thinks he’s a ladies' man, but the ladies aren’t interested in him.

William thinks he’s ruthless, so he pretty much doesn’t like Fritz that much.

Fritz was the third victim. Died on June 13, 1985.

Andrew [REDACTED], the soul of Golden Freddy/Goldie (Male)

Resting bitch face part 2: electric boogaloo

Andrew hated Freddy’s pizza cuz Fredbear’s pizza was better. He hates how greasy it is.

You might think he hates everything, but he doesn’t.

Evan likes him better than the others. Andrew finds that a bit concerning, but he adores that kid. Too bad he killed him.

Speaking of which, Andrew now has a fear for children cuz he’s afraid he would hurt them, just like he hurt Evan.

Andrew was the fifth victim. Died on June 13, 1985.

Marianna Emily, the soul of The Puppet

Marianna is Charlie’s older sister.

Takes ballet classes.

Henry made the Puppet doll looks like her but she was made for Charlie.

Everyone nicknames her "Mari".

Is mostly very calm and collected, but she definitely has a good sense of enthusiasm and humor.

Marianna was also the first victim. Died on June 10, 1985.

Cassidy Belmore, the soul of Golden Freddy (Female)

Her dad is Fredbear :0!

E-Girl but it's the 1980's

"IT'S NOT A PHASE, MOM!"

Cassidy is Evan's babysitter when William and Joan go out and since sometimes Michael goes out to a friend's house (for dumbass things), Joan calls Lena if Cassidy can babysit Evan and Elizabeth.

Has some form of anger issues.

Hates the "creepy" dolls from her mom's doll collection.

Will not hesitate to beat a bitch.

Doesn't trust William that much, but he pays her when she babysits his two younger kids so she can buy "goth girl" things, so Cassidy stays quiet around him.

Resting bitch face part 3: the female version

Cassidy was the last victim. Died on June 14, 1985.

She had the worst death out of everyone else cuz William chopped her up into pieces.

Charlie Emily

Charlie, Elizabeth and Evan knew each other very well and were extremely close until they died.

She's really good friends with Elizabeth.

Charlie likes all of the Animatronics, but her favorite happens to be the Puppet cuz her dad made it for her.

Charlie calls Sammy "Sam" while he calls her "Lottie", due to the fact that her full name is Charlotte.

Charlie almost dresses like Henry.

She's as curious as her father, though not in a bad way. She’s very sweet, caring and has an innate sense of justice. She is always the one to stand up to bullies on the playground or invite a lonely kid to sit with her at lunch. She’s bright for her age, and though she may seem a bit ditzy, she’s very sharp. It's hard to get anything past her. She’s a bit oblivious to the world around her, though. She doesn’t pick up on most social cues and just goes around saying whatever she feels like with no filter, just like her father.

Charlie is the only one that likes spiders.

Like in the books, Charlie is the oldest twin.

Her favorite color is green.

Did ballet but she hates it so she dropped out of it.

Charlie was the first child victim after a few teenagers locked her outside of Fredbear's. Died on October 31, 1984.

Everyone knows that Charlie has died in the 80's, so why is there a teenage version of her existing in the modern times?

Sammy Emily, the soul of Lefty

The youngest of the Emily kids.

He and Charlie are close.

Sammy likes Freddy a lot.

Sammy wears his baseball hat sometimes. He also likes baseball and plays it.

Sammy was killed a few years after his sisters died. Died on June 18, 1988.

Elizabeth Afton

Elizabeth got her hair and eye color from her grandmother, Ruby. William loves his daughter but hates how his mother looks so similar to Elizabeth.

William's favorite child obviously.

She bit Michael on the nose once when she was two years old, due to a fit of rage. William never forgot how funny it was.

Doesn't like bugs or gross things, but Michael used to torment her by cutting the heads off her dolls, filling her pretty dress shoes with mud or sticking fake bugs in her bed.

Elizabeth once drop-kicked Michael’s legs while he tries to flirt with a girl and Michael got in trouble for making her fall.

When she was three, Elizabeth was scared of Spring Bonnie. William had to keep the suit away from Elizabeth so Spring Bonnie wouldn't scare her again.

Speaking of which, she calls Spring Bonnie "Honeybun".

She's strawberry blonde and nobody is gonna take it out of my cold dead hands.

The reason why William created Baby in the image of his daughter was because of the sick fantasy that she would continue his murderous legacy when she grows up.

William wanted Elizabeth to stay away from Baby, so she wouldn't get killed. But she didn’t listen and got killed instead. William grieved for a week after her death.

Loves playing with her dolls and drawing. She would also play dress up often, sometimes stealing her mom's make-up.

Elizabeth was very much the goofy older sister type, acting as though she knew everything about everything and could teach Evan “how the world works”, as she puts it. Evan, more or less, puts up with it and often entertained Elizabeth’s goofy, if not spoiled, nature by doing his best to keep up. He would normally be shy around people, but he loves his sister and if he has to listen to her and put up with her shenanigans, then he would be happy to.

William spoils her a lot.

Elizabeth has her mother's accent.

Michael, Elizabeth and Evan have a trio/group name that she called "The Triple A's".

Elizabeth had a ton of Barbies, My Little Ponies and other dolls from the 1980's before she died.

Her favorite color is pink cuz yes.

Elizabeth has totally done the whole "But I'm not in your room!" thing with Michael. She'd rile him up on purpose because she thinks it's fun when he gets mad and chases her out of his room.

An actual prodigy, or at least what William says.

Fairly popular at school.

Favorite ice cream flavor is vanilla.

Leans more towards her mother than her father.

Elizabeth was Baby's first victim. Died on March 16, 1985.

People nowadays don't understand why there's a teenage Elizabeth working at Freddy's. Was Elizabeth's death a hoax? Or did Elizabeth not even exist in the 80's at all?

Evan Afton

The youngest Afton child.

Evan owned a ton of plushies from both Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and Fredbear's Family Diner. His most favorite is his Fredbear plush.

Likes chocolate milk. William spoils him for that, but Joan is always worried that Evan would have a sugar rush.

Evan loves watching Sesame Street. Sometimes Elizabeth would join him, and they would always sing along to the songs. Evan's favorite characters are Elmo, Big Bird and Cookie Monster.

Evan's middle name is Christopher after Christopher Robin from Winnie the Pooh, a book that Joan's father used to read to her when she was a little girl.

Like Elizabeth, William spoils him.

Evan even has his mother's accent like his sister too.

Has autism.

Normally the quietest of the Aftons, but he talks to his plush Fredbear without any problems. This baffles everyone around him.

Evan doesn't have any close friends, but he's not really disliked either. He's just "the quiet kid".

Loves the Fredbear and Friends cartoon series. It's comforting to him whenever Michael scares the shit out of the poor kid.

Just a little guy!

Evan was the first victim to Fredbear. Jr. Died on June 13, 1985.

There's a teenage version of Evan too? People just really don't understand.

Toby Brandon, the soul of Toy Freddy

Neat freak. Nuff said.

Nerd (affectionately).

Hates video games (sorry canon! Toy Freddy fans). He just can't stand them at all.

The only male in his group lol sorry bro

Finds passion in reading books.

Frederick was the first new victim. Died on July 10, 1987.

Lila Baxter, the soul of Toy Bonnie

Sometimes Lila thinks that she's different from the other girls.

Please be patient with her. She’s been through so much.

Lila was the last new victim. Died on July 13, 1987.

Stacy Cooper, the soul of Toy Chica/Chicky

Susie's twin older sister

Not the best cook but damn, she can bake!

Her favorite flowers are pink and yellow tulips.

Favorite color is pink, duh!

Met Toby in High School (yes, that dumb Toy Chica High School anime killer thing, but my Toy Chica is a sweetheart! I promise).

Has a matching glittery pink diary and pen.

Oh, the pen looks like this:

Stacy was the second new victim. Died on July 11, 1987.

Maddison "Maddie" Fisher, the soul of The Mangle/Toy Foxy

Maddie can be mischievous and hide in the most obscure places ever. Why? Cuz she's pretty damn flexible of course!

She was pretty sad at first about the irony of being mishandled by kids.

Has super light footsteps, so she’ll randomly pop up next to people and scare them (not on purpose tho).

Foster kid. Went through many foster homes until she was 19. Now lives with Toby and Stacy in their apartment.

She and Lila are best friends!

Often very clumsy, so she would get herself hurt sometimes.

Maddie was the third new victim. Died on July 12, 1987.

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sinfullyrosey · 3 years ago

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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who’s the Simpiest of Them All?

Vil Schoenheit X GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Creampie, Buttplug, Blowjob, (other than that it’s pretty tame)

The reader just simps for Vil. That’s it, that’s the fic... or is it?

Pomefiore Dorm Leader Vil Schoenheit

To say you were devoted to him would be an understatement. What you felt towards this man was beyond describable in the human language. To gaze upon him was like seeing heaven personified. He was perfect in your eyes, not a single flaw or blemish to be found. No other man or woman could ever replace how you feel towards this absolute queen.

To put it simply, you fell, and you fell hard.

So, it was quite the honor when you found yourself in Vil’s very dressing room, sitting on a plush stool next to him, watching quietly like the obedient, little lovesick pup that you were. Your eyes sparkled in adoration as you silently watched his every move as he prissied himself up at his vanity. Your face began to flush from the overflowing love you had towards your dorm leader.

He hadn’t addressed you since first arriving, instead focusing on getting himself ready for the day. He had just gotten out of the shower when you arrived and was brushing through his silky locks. He ordered you to sit at the open stool while he applied his makeup. You were more than eager to oblige and did as he said without question.

You watched contently as he went through his usual routine, putting on foundation, curling his lashes, powdering a bit here and there. Neither of you spoke, save for the few comments or utterances he’d make in regard to his makeup. You only sat there, eyes following the motions of his manicured hands as he worked away at his beautiful face.

Gods, his hands looked so soft...

...and his painted nails, you could only imagine how they’d feel running through your own hair...

...lightly scratching at your scalp.

You shuddered at the thought of the Vil Schoenheit petting you, running his delicate hands along your face and body...

Your mind began racing with all the things he could do to you, or you do to him. You began to feel hot as thoughts of seeing his flawless skin, bare and flushed, just for you popped into mind. Fantasies of you lavishing his body in endless praises and kisses, while he moaned, just for you.

Great Seven, you’d kill to have your mouth on his perfectly gorgeous cock right about now!

“What is it that has gotten my sweet potato all riled up, hm?”

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sweet melody of his voice. You blinked a few times before focusing back on Vil to see that he hadn’t taken his attention off of the mirror. More than likely he caught your reflection, taking notice of your dazed expression.

Your face blossomed with a bright shade of red at getting caught thinking such lewd thoughts about your dorm leader. You looked down at your lap in embarrassment, unable to meet his piercing gaze.

You suddenly felt his fingers and thumb grab your chin, forcing you to meet his sharp, amethyst eyes. You squeaked at the hard expression he was giving you, sending a hot spark down to your groin.

“Well, potato? Answer me.”

Your mouth gapped like a fish out of water, unable to form proper words, as you were much too focused on his perfect facial features, like his dazzling eyes and chiseled structure. Your pupils dilated in adoration towards the other and a dopey, lovesick smile curled onto your lips.

He rolled his eyes at your complete shameless disposition, eyes just gleaming with endless affection. He tsked, but couldn’t help but find himself charmed by your unwavering loyalty. How you’d hang on to every word he would say, or how you’d blindly follow any instructions he directed at you without complaint. At first he just thought you were some overzealous fan who was lucky enough to attend the same school as him, but soon learned that what you felt for him was more than just mere fanfare.

No, the emotions you felt for him were deeper than that. They were real and sincere.

He’d never admit it out loud, but he was content to have found somebody who finally gave him the recognition and adoration he deserved. Someone who acknowledged all the hard work he put into everything he did and would always shower him (and him alone) in genuine compliments and praise.

Back to reality, he chose to ignore your staring for now, instead, giving your face a once over to make sure you were following his beauty treatment correctly. With his fingers still clutching your chin, he turned your face this way and that, critical eyes looking for any imperfections. While not quite up to his standards, you still passed enough that he felt satisfied and nodded in approval.

You preened at the attention, face flushing and wiggling in your seat. He tsked again at your eagerness and tapped your cheek with his painted nail in warning. Only once you settled down did he proceed to get closer and gently placed his plush lips against your own. Your eyes widened briefly, hands clutching onto the stool as your eyes fluttered closed. But as soon as his lips met yours, it was over.

The kiss was fleeting, not in the least bit satisfying.

You tried chasing after his lips, only for him to pull away, denying you any further access. A whine caught in the back of your throat. He gave you a sharp look that told you to behave, so you did. He couldn’t help but to smirk at the pitiful look you were giving him, lips pushed in a pout and crystal tears gathering at the corner of your eyes.

Always got to keep you on the edge of your seat, begging for more, he thought.

His smirk sent another spark through your core and you subconsciously rocked your hips back and forth in your seat. Heat was beginning to pool once more and you started to become flustered. He noticed your movements, gazing down at your lower half before meeting your eyes once more.

“Hm, you still swooning over the gift I gave you earlier, sweet potato?“

You stopped your humping and began rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to get some kind of friction. You nodded enthusiastically. Your movements causing your rear to squeeze around the plug that kept your gaping hole closed and filled up. Your cheeks flush deeper as you recall the hot load he rewarded you with earlier that was still stuffed inside you.

“Don’t let any of it spill out now, understood?” His tone was stern, but held a hint of sly affection.

You gave a dizzy smile, eyes half lidded in drunken love over the sound of his voice. He gave a quiet chuckle, sending your heart fluttering. His expression suddenly changed to one of contemplation.

He turned his attention over to his nightstand that held his clock, then back to you. He had a finger to his chin in thought, lips straightened into a neutral line. You tilted your head, curious to what he was thinking, only for his expression to twist into a sly grin. He turned his body so he was now directly facing you.

“I finished ahead of schedule, so I have some free time. Why don’t you get on your knees, open wide, and I’ll give you another reward for being so good for me?”

Your eyes widened and you licked your lips. You couldn’t hold in your excitement anymore as you swiftly got down into position between his legs, right where you belonged. You worked to remove his member from its confines all too eager to please the dorm leader. Not waiting any further, you slowly started to pepper his length in light kisses, paying extra attention to the head. Occasionally, you’d give a few kitten licks and open mouthed kisses that turned into suckles.

You took the head of his cock into your mouth sucking and licking as you messaged his balls. Your eyes fluttered closed once more, and you hummed in happiness around his member. He started to moan at that, while his eyes closed in pure bliss. You couldn’t help but smile when you started to hear his quiet gasps and moans.

Maybe if you keep this up and make him blow his load again, he’ll give you another kiss that you so desperately craved? You shuddered at the thought and swallowed him further down your throat, focusing on nothing but chasing your next reward.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland Smut #TWST Smut #Vil Schoenheit #Vil Schoenheit Smut #Smut #Vil Schoenheit X Reader #GN!Reader

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mutigold · 4 years ago

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∞ teacher’s pet — i.n.

summary: in which the top student fails a test and gets extra help from his favorite professor.

pairing: student!jeongin x teacher!reader

genre: college!au

warning: sub!jeongin, dom!reader, pet play, noona kink, exhibitionism, handjob, ear licking, humiliation, quirofilia, seduction, he still has his braces.

word count: 1.9k

authors note: i really don’t know where this idea came from, but all i know is subby jeongin = 🤤. thank you for supporting me! watching people like my little writings really make my day.. hope y’all enjoy this <3. stream “Going Dumb”!

“would anyone like to explain what it means to be dependent on an organism?”

jeongin’s eyes concentrated on you, as he listened to your voice encompassing the leveled platform. today’s lecture was based on the living organisms in the world and you seemed to be determined for everyone to learn the curriculum.

however, jeongin could not focus on anything except your figure. you were wearing a white skin-tight turtleneck and black formal pants that emphasize your ass. all topped off with a large suit jacket and black louis vuitton heels.

it overall made his heart jump for joy just enjoying the view.

he thought about how those heels would look wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you; screaming his name. or maybe how your tiny hand would slip around his throat as he begs for your come.

“mr. yang?”

jeongin quickly snaps out of his trance to hear you calling his name. and not in the way he wanted.

you looked up at him with sad eyes, upset at him for not paying attention to your favorite lesson. “what’s going through that head yours? is it more important than organisms?”

he quickly fixed his posture, shaking his head rapidly, and responded with, “n—no, i’m sorry noona. i just was thinking too hard about something. i’ll promise to listen from now on.”

you hummed with caution, continuing the biological lecture. the student sighs gratefully for you letting him go off easily and tries to at least take some notes.

“yo, i.n. you okay?” a familiar voice whispered.

jeongin turns to see his two close friends, seungmin and felix, staring down at him in question. “yeah, you seem a little off today.”

confirming he says, “uh. y—yeah; i’m okay.”

“mhmm. okay with staring professor y/n down huh?” felix smirks.

the heat on i.n. 's cheeks becomes noticeable when hearing about his staring. he then tries to ignore the statement by writing his name and the current date in his notebook.

“leave him alone felix. he’s just probably having some problems with the lesson; you should perhaps ask noona for help.” seungmin tries to intervene.

“yeah; i mean, maybe noona can also help you with other problems. if you know what i mean.” felix grins bumping jeongin’s arm.

“f—felix!”

“boys?! care to tell us what is so interesting other than my lesson?” your voice suddenly booms throughout the room. jeongin jumps at your tone and begins to apologize again once making you soften.

“that’s alright, but please pay attention. oh, and jeongin, stay after class for a few minutes to speak with me.”

he didn’t know what to think at that moment; with felix oohing in one of his ears and seungmin trying to shush him in his other or the fact that you wanted to talk to privately.

alone, with no one around, made his mind officially shut down.

“you wanted to speak with me noona?”

you shifted around to see jeongin’s stiff form; then took note of how nervous he looked and gave him a light smile. “hey, kiddo. i just wanted to see how you were doing lately.” you wished to see some type of relief release through him.

but unfortunately, that didn’t happen.

he still looked kind of anxious to speak with you, letting you know how intimidating you seemed. “hey it’s all good, you're not in trouble or anything, i promise. i’ve noticed how you’ve been acting recently in my class and how your scores dropped a little,” you reassured.

“ai! i’m so sorry noona!”

you giggle at the student’s consistent apologies. in your mind, you thought how cute he was; like a puppy aching to gain approval from its owner.

maybe you could make him as your puppy and work hard for that admiration.

immediately, you shake your head from the naughty images. ever since the semester started a few months ago, your thoughts almost ran around yang jeongin.

how his pretty smile, concealed by clear braces, shined at your speaking, how his crescent-shaped eyes followed your every move; making you feel sexy, how large and veiny his arms grew over time within the season, etc.

“that’s alright, jeongin. i just want you to feel comfortable in my lectures. how about this, you and i have a session later this evening to cover the material for the next exam. what do you think pup’?” you offering, accidentally calling him by the pet name you gave him.

after catching the tiny nickname, jeongin clumsy drops his possessions while feeling something swell in his pants. he begins to overthink the word. pup’? why did that sound so nice coming out of your mouth? and how was he gonna hide the fact that his dick got hard in the middle of their conversation?

“i–i’m sorry!”

“oh! no worries hun! here; let noona help you out.”

you instantly proceeded over, bent down, and gathered i.n.’s school objects. starting with some of his blue pens, his macbook, and then his green two-subject notebook. “n–noona! i got the notebook, it’s okay.” jeongin stuttered.

it was almost like he was trying hard to hide something in the notebook, and suddenly it all made sense as it opened to the front page.

yang y/n. it was his surname combined with your first name.

it seemed as if time swiftly froze with silence when discovering the secret. however, it didn’t bother you essentially much as jeongin thought it would have had. “aw, pup’, this is cute. yang y/n has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

the air that was in jeongin’s lungs properly stopped working when distinguishing how seductive your tone became. “i–i..”

“relax a lil’ pup’. listen, will you promise to meet me later this eveningfor some tutoring. i think you could really use it. plus if you’re good–”

you shifted closer to the student’s ear lobe and whispered, “–noona could give you a reward.”

jeongin swore he felt some pre-cum drip down from his pants. “y–yes, noona.” he swallowed trying to moist his dry throat, then jumped moaning in pleasure when your small hand gripped around his erection.

“good. see you then, pup’.”

a few hours later, jeongin ends up at the university’s public library, not knowing what to expect. though, he did make sure to be ready for any possible situation. what did you mean by rewarding him? did you feel the same way he did?

you must have since you did touch his swollen cock during your conversation. or maybe it was just his imagination?

jeongin sighs restlessly thinking of the concept while waiting for your arrival. that soon ends as he hears your alluring voice greet out, “hiya pup’! ready for our lesson?”

he peers up from the library’s table to see you wearing informal clothing. a tight crew neck that reveals your smooth arms extending down to red-painted nails and large breasts bouncing with every step you take.

“ah! i hope you weren’t waiting too long, i got held up in traffic.”

“t–that’s okay noona! i just got here.”

you smile at his nervousness, now acknowledging where it came from, and sat down in the hard chair right next to him. “good, we can get started. i hope you’re ready,” you whispered, feeling an urge to dominate.

jeongin gulps recognizing a certain excitement coming from his pants within hearing your tone and replies with, “r–ready?”

“so, what does adaptation consist of?”

jeongin couldn’t comprehend what you were saying being he focused on the way your glossed-up lips looked. the way he could imagine it wrapped around cock or it traveling up and down the side of his neck molding kisses; it worked him to the point where he was solid hard.

“pup’, what is going through that mind of yours?”

“s–sorry. it’s just, i guess this lesson isn’t grasping in my head yet.” he tries to explain not wanting to upset you.

however, instead of upsetting you, your colored eyes just darken. “oh! i have any idea; remember when i said i would reward you if do good–”

jeongin nods excitedly, making you giggle.

“–well, i know you understand the concept of this chapter. so to push you a little more, i’ll ask you a question and if you get it right, that little cock of yours will get to come.”

the student freezes up at your approach, thinking it was a dream too good to be true. “w-wait what?”

“what is the definition of homeostasis?”

“i, uh, i think it's an organism's constant adjustment to maintain stable conditions in itself?”

you reached under the table discreetly and unbuttoned the pants on jeongin grasping his swollen cock. “o-oh my god, noona!”

“shh, pup’. you gotta be quiet for me; now onto the next question. who created the biogenesis theory?”

jeongin’s breath became too much for him to handle feeling the pre-cum drip from his blood-filled tip. “n–noona, please.”

“come on puppy, tell me the answer or i stop.”

his mind starts to rush trying to find the answer before you let him go. it took him a couple of seconds, but once he got it, he hurried to speak. “henry charlton bastain!”

“good puppy.” your tiny hand moves faster, satisfied with the statement. you felt his cock throbbing with every stroke you took. like jeongin, you dreamt of this same exact moment. you wanted to control the poor student every time he walked through your room, when he made eye contact with you, or even when his plump bottom lip was bitten from his teeth.

and finally, it was happening.

“oh, who’s a good puppy for noona?”

“m-me! i am noona.”

“that’s right pup’. next question, what are the five steps to the scientific method?”

i.n.’s vein from his cock popped out sensing the rubbing moving faster than before. “i only know four noona!”

“too bad, i wanted five or i slow down.” you coldly demand.

jeongin began to try to think hard on the five steps letting the sensation run through his body. “o-okay. it’s defining the problem, making a hypothesis, testing it, analyzing the results… then..”

your hand slows at his hesitation. “give me the last one puppy.”

“oh! noona, don’t stop! i–i. is it d–drawing the conclusions?”

“good puppy!”

his cock grows bigger when your finger grips at the base. then, you painted nails lightly scratch at his tight balls. “oh! noonaaa. that feels sooo goood. pleaseee.”

“continue to answer like a good pup’ then i’ll keep going.”

soon after the next few questions, jeongin sits near his breaking point. “nooonnnaaa! please!”

“grab your textbook and hold it up.”

i.n. clutches the hard-covered biology book to cover both you and him from public eyes. suddenly, you lower yourself to his lips, deeply kissing him with tongue, and wander towards his earlobe. “one more question, pup’. what does stimulus mean?”

“uh! noona! please let me come! make your puppy come!” he moans a little too loud.

“shh. answer the question, then i’ll let you come.”

“s-stimulus? it m-means anything an organism responds to.”

you then move your head to spit down to moist his penis. “good puppy! getting your small cock rubbed in front of everyone like a little slut.” you cup the back of his neck feeling the shivers release through him.

“you can come pup’, come for noona.”

jeongin then lets go, coming hard in your hand. “o-oh! thank you, thank you noona!”

after guiding him to his high, you let go of him and licked the white, sticky substance from your hand.

“good puppy. i’m sure you’ll be ready for that next exam.”

#stray kids #skz #skz imagines #skz jeongin #skz smut #skz x reader #skz x stay #skz x y/n #skz x you #smut #sub!idol #sub!skz #sub!jeongin #dom!reader #kpop #kpop smut

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heylookwhoitis · 2 years ago

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Headcannons of Rusty and Ydris

(for context, Rusty is my character on SSO. She's 18 and Ydris is 22. Some of these are my own thoughts of SSO, therefore it's not canon)

Rusty was suspicious of him when they first met

Of course she didn't really trust men in general back then though

The island was her escape, and Ydris soon became her anchor

It took two years for them to get together though (with lots of pushing from both sides's friends/companions)

He helped her with her fear of getting hurt emotionally

Rusty loves Ydris's eyes

Which just so happen to be his worst insecurity

People in Pandoria don't usually have mismatched eyes

Despite having Zee as a companion, Ydris doesn't know how to ride

And because Rusty loves to ride, she starts to teach him

Turns out he's just as much as a natural as she is

Rusty sings, Ydris plays the flute

The Soul Riders love their relationship so much

Surprisingly, Alex was the first to notice the two's dynamic

She was protective of Rusty, but also pushed her friend to confess

Linda starts to write a love story based on Rusty and Ydris

The other Riders tease her about it being just as bad as her fanfiction (but secretly they all love it)

Lisa wrote love songs about them two

Rusty was mostly embarrassed about that

So she made Lisa confess her feelings for Josh

Anne was originally hesitant and cautious with the man from Pandoria

But eventually she became convinced that Ydris was good for Rusty and Rusty was good for Ydris

Ydris has a different form in Pandoria then he does in Jorvik

Rusty hasn't seen it since he's convinced that she'll think he's a monster and will leave him

(they're working on his abandonment issues)

Ydris will often leave little love notes for Rusty to find in her barn

He loves it when she attends one of his shows

Even more so when she performs in it

(people always go wild when she appears)

Rusty doesn't hesitate to introduce him to all of her friends

Ydris is amazed that she's managed to befriend all of these people

Ydris is great at painting nails

Rusty convinced him to paint all of the Soul Riders nails

He does hers once a week

He also complains when it starts to chip within a day or two

(Rusty doesn't really take it easy when it comes to her nails)

They've learned to stray away from green and yellow, since her horses think it's food

Red and Black are mostly what she chooses

Rusty knows how to cook, Ydris is horrible at it

She only has one rule when they move in together--stay out of the kitchen

Rusty will rescue random animals

They have several pets because of it

One time she was going to ask Pi for some help and found a pup trapped in a bear trap

Rescued it, brought it home

She claimed it was a puppy

Ydris didn't agree so they took it to the vet to see

Turns out he was right, it wasn't a puppy

It was a wolf pup

But Rusty had already fallen in love with it and who was Ydris to say no to his beloved?

She named it Cookie and calls it her little sweet thing

The wolf for some reason hates Ydris

Which has caused problems for the couple before

But they resolved the issue by making the wolf stay outside

Speaking of problems, no one goes near them on the rare occasion when they're having a fight

Who would though?

Ydris is a Pandorian with the power of magic

Rusty is extremely powerful in all four of the circles of Druid magic

Thankfully their longest fight lasted 3 days

They both apologized at the same time

All in all it's a healthy relationship with lots of trust and lots of love

#sso oc #sso #sso ydris #star stable ydris #oc #starstableonline #headcanon #ssoheadcanons

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honorguk · 4 years ago

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dating ➔ lee felix

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what it’s like to date felix from stray kids (based on my assumptions)

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─ • OVERALL:

“honey! i made you cookies!” (this is expected obviously)

does a lot of grandiose yet still secret gestures, like order flowers to your door without telling you

cuddles !!! holy crap i can’t stress this enough !!!

your relationship is so affectionate and romantic - it’s actually a kdrama, with a tad more westernization

*you obsessing over his silky voice*

“y/n? are you listening?” “sorry, what? say it again, babe, i couldn’t quite hear..”

looooves stroking your hair and playing with it

he’ll even make you sit down on the floor as he’s above you on the couch and will braid or brush your hair as you guys watch a movie

and you’ll paint his nails and do face masks and all of that

you guys were best friends before being lovers, and that’s always been visible in your relationship

you’d be talking shit about the same people, too, and it would get soooo dramatic

“do you even know what she said to me today?” you’d say as you stood up from the couch and raised your arms

“what did she say?” felix sat at the edge of his seat with widened eyes as he awaited your response

can’t go to sleep unless you’re with him (which makes sleeping on tour incredibly hard)

helps you with your revision and homework if you’re in school, and helps you to sort emails and paperwork if you’re older than that

you’d come to his practices with bags of food for all the boys and they’d cheer

you’re the literal mom of the group

and you’re in the stray kids group chats too

honestly your relationship is so wholesome and sweet and gentle with just enough playfulness and passion that it’s such an ideal example for everyone else

─ • DATES YOU GO ON:

prefers the typical late night Netflix session since he barely has any time to lounge, and prefers to lounge with you

or you go out to get takeaway from a nearby kebab place or something, fully in your sweats and jumpers

rarely it’s a fancy outing, but when it happens, he wears a white dress shirt that you always end up in at the end of the night

but yeah, video game competitions, snacks, and fuzzy socks

bro like a grocery shopping trip is a date (he’ll make you ride the shopping cart and film you fall over and then ditch the isle in laughter)

(but he will come pick you up afterwards and pretend to fall to lessen the embarrassment)

(because he cares)

─ • PET NAMES:

“babyyy” “sweetieeee” a lot of those sweet little nicknames that really make your heart thump

also a lot of ‘love’ and ‘sweetheart’

i see you calling him ‘kitten’ often which he secretly adored but it makes him blush every time

he has you in his phone as ‘sweetheart <3’ which is just so gay and so cute

─ • WHILE ON TOUR:

honestly, the kid’s so focused on work he barely had time to pick up his phone :(

he tries his best to respond to everything, but he really, really can’t

yet, that means that when he comes back home from tour the time spent together will be so much more special (you two lowkey love missing each other)

he will buy so many little gifts and souvenirs and keep a few stray posters and merchandise pieces he found for when he greets you again

the company allowed him to talk to you on the V-Live app since that’s when you’d tune in for sure, and he would have full blown conversations with you just through chat (or try to)

that’s also when when people found out you two were a thing, and the internet went crazy, but that’s a different story

but yeah, tour felix is on constant ‘do not disturb’ mode, but i promise you that he misses you every passing second

─ • ARGUING/MAKING UP:

felix HATES to argue and so do you, especially since he has the tendency to make faces and roll his eyes a LOT

“felix, could you please stop being so childish?” “only if you do it first” - you see what i’m talking about?

he does try to be reasonable but often fails, so arguments could get out of hand

they don’t happen often but there are times where you find yourself being sassy and shady for a minute or so, then forget about it

very pouty and whiny if it’s not that serious, but that can easily turn to groans and exclamations if the boy gets riled up

can say things he doesn’t mean because he’s still learning how to balance and compromise and understand

but the way you’ll make up is usually by felix coming to you first

whether you’ve come to visit his practice room or you’re just chilling on the couch, felix will solemnly walk towards you and pressing his forehead against your shoulder, waiting for you to hug him

if you don’t, he knew he fucked up, but most times you do, and then you’ll talk it out

gosh he’s so scared to lose you please don’t leave ;(

─ • NSFW:

in my eyes, the boy’s a switch

could go from soft to hard, dom to sub, whines to growls at any time but mostly based on your commands and preferences for the night

once he’s done he’ll often collapse on you, out of breath, and you guys would just lie there for a bit, enjoying the weight and contact of your bodies in heat

he’s the type to take off and put on your clothes back on you, but very very gently

would also bring up water and a shirt of his as part of aftercare

also very down for experiments (daddy/mommy, pet play, bondage, blindfolds, ice cubes...you name it)

loves being a sub though (and will probably let you peg him let’s be honest here)

(and maid dresses)

(and cat ears and leashes and stockings and skirts)

would also hold your hand throughout

DEFINITELY has a sadistic side!! you’ve seen his smirks on stage? how feisty he is with the members??? it’s very deep down and he barely knows it's there himself but it is there

equally masochistic, his eyes are begging for you to slap him

if you’re asking for it, and have really gotten on his nerves that day, he’ll degrade you with “my dumb little pup” and “nothing but a cumslut” “all you are is a toy”

but of course, at the end he’ll say he didn’t mean it, even though you already know that

wouldn’t end the night without telling you how much he loves you while cradling you in his arms whilst falling asleep

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vnderoos · 4 years ago

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in the stars ✷ draco malfoy

(gif is not mine, credit to the owner) warnings / language, slytherin!reader, half blood prince setting word count / 4.6k

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Y/N LEANED AGAINST THE STONE wall outside of Professor McGonagall's classroom, like she always did, with her arms crossed over her chest as she waited for Draco to meet her outside. She'd come from her Potions class with Slughorn and she couldn't wait to tell him that she'd actually nailed her brew that day. It wasn't uncommon for her to feel lost in that class, finding herself much more adept when it came to Charms or Transfiguration, but that day was the first time in a while where she'd felt like she hadn't totally fudged everything.

She pushed herself off of the wall with a sense of eagerness when she saw Draco's head of striking, blonde hair sail out of the doors. A bright smile painted itself onto her face, expecting him to head right towards her so she could gush about her accomplishment and maybe, just maybe, get a huff of amusement from him as a congratulations, but he walked right past her. It was like he didn't even see her as he walked by, his blue eyes staring straight through her, and her smile faltered.

Sure, he'd been a little quieter than usual and they hadn't hung out outside of class as much as they used to, but he'd never blatantly ignored her like that.

It stung a little, honestly.

Shaking the confusion off of her face and unfurrowing her brows, Y/N took off after him. "Oi, Malfoy," she called and she shoved her way through the crowd of other students parading through the hallways, shooting off one cold glance after another at those who refused to budge right away. "What the hell was that, you git?" she confronted and he didn't even seem fazed. She knew bloody well that she was in earshot, but he was just shutting her out and she didn't know why. "Draco, please." She reached out and grabbed his wrist in one last attempt, hoping to get something out of him.

Before she could plead with him anymore and make herself seem even more pathetic, Draco whipped around to face her. "Bloody hell, Y/N, don't you understand that I don't want to deal with you right now?" he spat, the words biting into her skin like they had fangs, and he ripped his arm from her grasp. "Just piss off already."

After he delivered the final blow, Y/N's eyebrows lifted in shock and she stopped in her tracks. She watched him as he strode away, his black and green robes billowing behind him, and she stood frozen in the middle of the hallway. The students that she'd fought her way through before passed her by once more, some of their shoulders knocking against hers as they maneuvered themselves around her.

Just piss off already.

The words echoed in her head, even after she'd composed herself well enough to make her way back towards the dungeons.

—

When dinner came around, Y/N found herself picking at the food on her golden plate, separating her mixed vegetables into individual piles almost without thinking. Usually, she'd be sat across from Draco, trying to make him laugh at one of her stupid jokes, which would normally result in him throwing a pea or two at her and rolling his eyes, but he'd been distant lately. Clearly. He hadn't even shown up to the Great Hall that night, and she assumed he was probably off doing something he shouldn't be.

He had told her weeks ago, before he'd started to pull away, that he'd been chosen to help the Dark Lord with one of his plans. He'd been sneaking away a lot, to the Room of Requirement, where he'd been working tirelessly in an attempt to repair the Vanishing Cabinet, but as far as she knew, it was all still a work in progress.

She figured that all of it must've been taking a toll on him—that he must've started to feel the crushing weight of the stress—and she wished he could understand that he didn't have to dissociate from her like he was, but Draco had never been one to seek comfort in others. She learned a long time ago that he tended to deal with things alone, even if that meant pushing away the people around him. She never thought she'd become one of those people, but here she was, going through the first day since their first year where she and Draco hadn't properly spoken, and it sucked.

Y/N still had Pansy and Blaise, both of whom she loved dearly, but talking with them wasn't the same as talking with Draco. They didn't understand her like he did, nor did they listen even half as well.

Plus, she had never spoken it out loud, but she cared for Draco much differently—much more deeply—than she cared for the other two.

A sudden pain in her side brought her out of her swirling thoughts, snapping her back into the hustling and the bustling of the Great Hall, and it took no time at all for her to realize that Pansy had just elbowed her in the ribs. "Watch it, would you, Parkinson?" she grumbled, rubbing her fingers over her side even though it had hardly hurt.

Pansy scoffed and tucked a strand of her shiny, black hair behind her ear. "Wouldn't have to if you weren't in sodding space right now. I don't think I've ever seen you so distracted," she pointed out, leaning against her sweater-clad arms which happened to have been crossed over the tabletop.

Y/N rolled her eyes and she looked over at Blaise, who bore the same nosey expression. He washed the food in his mouth down with a sip of the liquid in his chalice and he nodded his head in agreement. "Pans is right. What happened today?" he pried and he set down his fork, so he could prop one of his elbows up on the table and lean his head into his hand. "You look like a kicked pup," he added.

"Bloody Malfoy is what happened," she confessed, knowing it would be no use to hide anything from the two. They'd have bugged it out of her, either way. "I waited for him to get out of McGonagall's, like usual, and the twit didn't even acknowledge me. He told me to 'piss off', can you believe that?" She asked, rolling a couple of carrots around on her plate.

Blaise shrugged his shoulders at that and Pansy sighed. As they recalled, Draco hadn't seemed all-too-thrilled to see them lately, either. "Don't take it personally, Y/N/N. That's just Draco being Draco," Pansy promised, knocking her with her elbow again, but softer and on her bicep that time.

Blaise nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he's been a bit off with us, as well," he included, backing up the statement of the raven-haired girl. "He's been short with us all day."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at them, glancing between the two of them. "Short with you? At least he's willingly spoken to you," she bit back, harsher than she'd intended to, and a look of discomfort crossed onto her friends' faces. She felt a pang of guilt at the severity of her tone, but she pushed it down, knowing they wouldn't hold it against her. "He barely even looked at me after class. I was practically begging for his attention," explained Y/N.

Pansy managed a tight-lipped smile. "Surely, it was just the result of a bad day. I can't imagine he's seriously upset with you," she said, trying to sound reassuring, but she came off like she was trying to sound hopeful herself.

Y/N didn't buy it, though, and she shook her head. "I can't believe he's talked to the both of you today, but he chose to blow me off. He's acting like he hates me, now, but it's fine," she vented, trying to blow off some steam but the anger began to bubble up more in the pits of her stomach. How could Draco ignore her like that when she'd done nothing but walk through the fire with him? How could he be so quick to push her away when all she wanted was to help him do what he thought was best for himself? "It's just Draco being Draco, yeah?" she snapped, reiterating what Pansy had told her earlier, and she threw her silverware down onto the table. It clattered across the wood and a few of the other Slytherins turned their heads towards her to send her a glare. She looked around at the few of them, before she pushed herself into a standing position. "If you two would excuse me, I think I'm done eating," she growled.

She hadn't meant to come off as angry at Pansy or at Blaise, because she wasn't, but as she stormed out of the room, she decided she'd apologize to them both the following morning. Right now, she was too pissed off at Draco for ignoring her, at herself for not trying harder to make sure he knew he wasn't alone, and at the fucking Dark Lord for putting this sort of pressure on him in the first place. The entire situation was mad and Y/N was done with it. She was tired after worrying about Draco all day and she much preferred a night alone in the girl's dormitory to one where she picked at her food and wallowed in her own thoughts the whole time.

Her walk back to her dorm had been quiet, due to almost all of the other students being back at dinner. As she stepped into the room she shared with Pansy and a few of the other girls, she figured she had at least an hour to mope around before they all returned and disturbed the peace and quiet.

A sigh left her lips as she shrugged her robe from her shoulders, folding it neatly and setting it on her bedside table after. She ripped off every other unnecessarily difficult part of her uniform—her green tie, her sweater vest, and her newly-polished shoes—and she untucked her button-down shirt. She dropped her shoes on top of the trunk at the end of her bed, threw everything else over her robe, and when she felt like she could breathe again, she let herself flop onto her mattress.

Y/N sunk into it upon impact, relishing in the immediate comfort that it offered her, but when she rolled over to stare up at the canopy over her bed, something crumpled beneath her. She reached beneath her back and pulled out a piece of neatly-folded parchment—or at least it had been before she laid on it. She turned the paper over in her fingers and ran her thumb over the surface.

If this was another note from Millicent Bulstrode asking her to do her Charms homework, she was going to set the girl's entire mattress on fire.

When she unfolded the piece of parchment, she was surprised that she didn't find Millicent's jumbled, blocky lettering. Instead, the handwriting was long, slanted, and familiar. Considering she'd received dozens of letters from him in the past, it didn't take but a few seconds for her to identify it as Draco's.

Meet me in our spot at midnight.

Y/N's heart fluttered in her chest as her eyes flickered over his message not once, not twice, but three times, just to make sure it was actually there. Part of her wanted to rip the paper to shreds right then and there, but the other part knew that because it was the first time he'd been the one to reach out in a while, it must've been important.

Especially if he'd placed it there after what happened that afternoon.

Deciding that she would meet him when the time came, Y/N tucked the piece of parchment beneath her pillow and laid her head on top of it.

—

Y/N's stomach churned as she walked up the steps to the Astronomy Tower, happy she traded her black shoes for her something with a rubber sole, or she would've been clacking the entire way up. She hugged her robe, which she'd snagged off of her table on her way out of the dorm, tighter against her body, hoping it'd be enough to trap her body heat since she'd left her sweater back in the dungeons.

As she stepped up the winding staircase, she half-hoped that Draco would be running late, so she wouldn't have to be the one to start the conversation, but her hopes dissipated when she saw him already leaning against the railing. His elbows were propped against the wood, his hands were clasped out in front of him, and his head was tilted towards the sky. His blonde hair looked almost silver in the night and the moonlight cast sharp shadows over his face, but he looked almost peaceful as he stared into the stars. She found herself wanting to stand there and admire him just as intently as he admired the night sky, because he was all-too-enchanting, but he was waiting for her.

Instead, she hesitantly walked up behind him. "Hello, Draco," she said softly and he hummed out in greeting, pushing himself off of the railing in order to face her. Despite the rockiness between them lately, she wasted no time in stepping closer to him, slotting her arms through his and wrapping them around his torso.

Usually, when she hugged him, Draco would give her an awkward pat on the back, mutter a 'that's long enough, y/l/n', and push her away, but to her surprise, he hugged her back. His arms closed around her tightly, with an intensity she'd never felt from him, and he pulled her in as close as he could to his chest. "It wasn't your fault—when I snapped at you this morning," he murmured. "A lot's been happening. I've been meaning to— I've..." he started to say something, but his words were lost in her hair.

Y/N only hugged him tighter. She ran her fingertips up and down his spine comfortingly, like his outburst that afternoon hadn't even happened, and she propped her chin up on his shoulder. "S'okay. I've missed you, too," she hummed, her stomach lurching as she did, almost nervous that she'd misinterpreted him, but he sighed against her. He seemed grateful that she knew what he meant without him having to force it out of his throat. After all, he'd never been one for sentiment. "Is everything alright?" She questioned and she softly pulled herself out of his embrace.

Y/N took to the railing, leaning against it, and Draco positioned himself next to her. He shrugged his shoulders and ran one of his hands upwards over his, carding his fingers backwards through his hair and leaving it all disheveled after he had. "Nothing's been alright for a while, now." Draco sounded so tired and dreary, and now that she was up close, she could see the purple curves of the dark circles under his eyes. She'd known that he'd been worried about everything for a while now, that the Dark Lord's task had been getting under his skin, but she hadn't realized how badly it'd been eating away at him. "I'm trying to mend the cabinet, but I can't seem to figure it out. Everyone else is on the outside and it's like I'm doing all of this alone, Y/N/N," he confessed and she fought the urge to scoop him back up in her arms again.

"I know it feels like that, but it doesn't have to. I would help you if you needed me to, you know I would," Y/N told him quietly and Draco did know that.

She was as tough as nails when you looked at her individually, but if you threw him into the mix, she would always be weak when it came to him and he knew that. He'd never admit it, but he'd always taken a sort of pride in being her soft spot. It was in times like this, though, that the title came with a price. She must've seen the conflict on his face, because she placed her hand over his softly in an attempt to comfort him.

It was there for all of a second before he ripped his hand away. "No," he told her.

"Draco, you just said—"

"Merlin, Y/N, I know what I said, but it wasn't a bloody cry for help, don't you get that?" He hissed and she flinched at the sudden change in his tone. "He gave this task to me. Me. I don't need your help, you aren't even in the cards."

"Oh, okay." When Draco saw the look that crossed onto her face, the glossiness in her eyes, and the way that her head fell forward in defeat, he wanted to take it back. He wanted to retract everything he'd said, but the damage had already been done. "I was just trying to make you feel better about it. I didn't mean to upset you," she explained quietly and he could hear the whisper in her voice as tears started to well up in her eyes. It wasn't that she was sad, but the fact that it was starting to seem like he'd only invited her there just to bite her head off again was beyond frustrating. "You really have some nerve, Malfoy," she muttered, turning her head away from him as a tear rolled down her cheek, because she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing it.

"Oh, don't—" he started to snap again as he pushed himself off of the railing for the second time, but he caught himself. He sighed and he held his hand out, as if to offer her comfort with a clap on the shoulder, but as he did it, he hesitated. He settled for a stiff hand on her back, instead. Her eyes were still fixated on anything but him. "Look, I know. I didn't mean it that way, alright?" He told her and his hand slid off of her when she finally looked over at him. "I meant there's no place for you in what the Dark Lord's planning. It's dangerous." He hoped she would be less angry with him after his rewording.

Draco honestly hadn't meant to make it seem like he didn't want her around, but as far as he was concerned, Y/N was pure. She might've been a Slytherin and she might've stepped on a few toes for her own benefit here and there, but she hadn't been tainted in the way that he'd been. She wasn't damaged goods. She was kind, she was intelligent, and she had goals for herself.

She used to tell him all the time how she wanted to grow up to work in the Ministry, somewhere in the third level where she could help with the regulation of magical creatures. He remembered the glint in her eyes when she used to speak of it, and he refused to be the one who took that away from her.

"So, you can put yourself at risk, but I, your best friend, can't even help you?" Y/N called him out and he turned away from her.

Draco crosses his arms over the wooden railing and stared at the dark horizon. "You deserve far better than I do, Y/L/N," he told her, but he hadn't expected her to turn around and swat him on the back of the head. He winced. "Bloody hell, do you mind?" he grumbled, reaching up to rub the spot where it stung.

She scoffed, proud of herself. "Don't speak about yourself like that, Draco," she chastised. "You're so smart and talented. Yeah, you're a prat to everyone sometimes, but I've seen the good in you. And, I know you're oblivious to it, but there's people out there that think the world of you," she told him and from the blank look on his face, she knew he wasn't buying a word that she said. She sighed and patted the railing once, to dispel the nerves that were building up in her. "I know I do."

At her confession, Draco's eyebrows lifted and he tore his eyes off of the horizon like to look at her. The sincerity on her face was so intense and she was looking at him with such ferocity glittering in her eyes. Her eyebrows were knit together, a soft crease having formed between them, and he felt a sudden urge inside of him to step forward and kiss it away, but he didn't.

He didn't, because Y/N was good. Y/N was so good and so good to him, of all people, and he never deserved an ounce of it. When it all came down to it, Draco was a traitor—a traitor to his friends and to his school. Y/N knew that and she still showed him how much faith that she had in him and who he was. Part of him wondered if she'd still believe in him like that when he completed all of the Dark Lord's wishes.

When he let the Deatheaters in.

When he killed Dumbledore.

When he betrayed her, too.

"I do enjoy it when you boost my ego, but you think too highly of me," he told her, his voice quiet.

His words were swimming with emotions—hurt, denial, and others she couldn't quite make out—and her heart ached for him. "Maybe," she admitted, but she'd never considered her opinion of Draco to be too high. In fact, she often wondered if she underestimated him. More hesitantly than she had before, she reached out to touch his hand again, and this time he let her. She smoothed her thumb over his skin. "But I've been told that the heart clouds the mind when it grows fond of someone," she whispered in another quiet confession and she could feel the way that his hand tightened on the railing.

Draco looked over at her and she was surprised to see the painful expression that had torn into his features. She could see the conflict spiraling in his eyes, his head and his heart fighting a war amongst themselves, as he shook his head softly. "What's that supposed to mean?" He questioned and it was almost like a plea, a soft begging for her to not say what they both knew that she felt.

"Well, I—" she stopped, taking his longing look in for a second longer, but she knew that this wasn't something she could keep to herself any longer. "I love you," she said and her words went off like a bomb.

"You can't love me, Y/N, don't you understand?" he all-but-shouted. "Don't you see what I've done? What I'll do?" he went on, images of the cursed necklace he'd given to Katie Bell and the bottle of poisoned mead meant for Dumbledore flashed through his mind, but Y/N seemed unfazed.

Instead of taking back what she'd said, Y/N shook her head and looked up at him. "Love is blind, Draco." She waited for a minute for him to say something, but he seemed set on just sitting in silence, letting her confession hang untended to in the air and his breathing come heavy. She waited a few moments longer, holding onto the sliver of hope that he might actually have something to say to her, but she realized after a while that she was waiting for something that'd never come. Her mood changed after that, her heart sank to her feet, and she made the sudden reconciliation that she no longer wanted to be there. She didn't want to continue to stand there, offering him everything on a silver platter, only to have him pretend like it wasn't even happening at all.

She gave his hand a soft squeeze, like a sort of farewell, and she pulled her hand off of his. She turned and began to walk away with her tail between her legs, taking a few steps towards the staircase that would descend back into the castle, but she didn't get far before Draco caught her.

"Wait," he'd called out to her so quietly that it was almost a whisper, but he practically leapt after her.

One of Draco's hands reached out to grab her by the front of her waist and spin her back around to face him, while his other hand cupped her cheek. Y/N barely had any time to register what the hell was going on before he was smashing his lips against hers, capturing them in a feverish kiss, and she hummed at the feeling of his hand slotting itself into her hair. His fingertips tangled in it and he pressed his lips harder against her own. The way he kissed her was so heavily, so needily, so desperately and his lips seemed to tell her everything that he couldn't say himself, because he wasn't good with words. He'd never been good with words. He'd always been so much better at putting his feelings into actions and she knew that.

Of course, she knew that.

She knew everything about him.

Y/N wasted no time in kissing him back in the same hungry, passionate manner, pulling him closer against her by his robes. She poured every little thought and every little feeling she'd ever ever had about Draco into the kiss and she didn't stop until both of their lips were swollen and their chests were heaving.

Draco had been the one to break the kiss, but to remain in close proximity, he leaned his forehead against her own. "I don't deserve you," he whispered when all was said and done and guilt in his voice didn't go unnoticed.

She took it upon herself to reach up with both of her hands, curving them over his cheeks, and she tilted his head down softly. "Everyone deserves to be loved by someone," she whispered and pressed the softest kiss he'd ever felt to the space between his eyebrows. "No matter what they've done." Draco crinkled his eyebrows—like he could trap the feeling of her lips against his skin there forever—and he pressed his face further into her hands.

If he was being completely honest, Draco wasn't sure what he was doing anymore. He'd already done a few questionable things and he still had a lot more to accomplish before the Dark Lord would fully accept him, but he didn't think he knew what was wrong or what was right to him anymore. He felt as though he'd lost his way, but he knew that didn't matter to Y/N. He knew that she would be there for him always, even if he took a few wrong turns along the way.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a Hufflepuff after that," he hummed, in a half-hearted attempt at a joke, and she laughed softly as he pressed a kiss into her hair.

"Oh, shut it, Malfoy," she chided and she pulled her hands off of his face. "D'you want to look at the stars a little longer?" She asked after that, reaching up to smooth out a wrinkle on his shoulder, and he nodded.

"That'd be nice," he admitted and he walked back over to the railing, part of him hoping that Y/N would stay. He let himself sigh in content when she sidled up beside him once more—her side pressing against his—because it was in these two things that Draco seemed to find his peace: in her and in the stars.

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softkuna · 4 years ago

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𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃-𝙰-𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳 | meian shugo

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃-𝙰-𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳! 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑... 𝙼𝙴𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝚂𝙷𝚄𝙶𝙾

Meian settled into a Jeep Wrangler Rubicon that he rented from some fancy schmancy place. His date would be waiting for him not too far from that point. From her profile photos, she was cute. Small from what it seemed, but when you’re 6’5” most people were small. The profile was very obviously not written by herself seeing as most the answers included “my friend likes…”

He pulled up the map and sent an ETA through the app. He rolled the window down, letting an arm fold out while his hand remained on the wheel. Driving was his serenity and it was a damn shame he couldn’t drive as often as he wanted to. He was a humble man, not one to brag about his garage of cars. Not one to talk about how he liked to fix’em up.

It took all of 15 minutes to reach the meet up point. He saw you, but your head was down in your phone, hand along your neck and fingers tapping at the skin. He was supposed to be your boyfriend for the day. He had a date or two already to which he was tipped generously for his time. It was a natural thing for him. He was a relationship type of guy. He was always more on the natural air of things, confidence coming with age. With a face like his and a career like his, it could only grow with each person who approached him.

But for some reason, seeing you look so nervous while waiting for him made him want to not lay it on so heavy. Others he laid it thick with the ‘doll face,’ ‘pup’, ‘sugar’. (One date he didn’t even need to leave his room. It was a zoom call where he had his camera off. She had told him ‘I want you to piss my parents off.’ )

You looked up to see your date for the evening, Meian Shugo. He was in a black Jeep, high off the ground. His smile was broad, confident, gleaming. All the confidence you had built up from Shoyo had suddenly vanished. You thought you’d do so well this time but the butterflies swarmed in your stomach so violently you feared their wings would cut through your stomach.

There was a moment of silence, both of you staring at each other until he barked a laugh and hopped out of the car. Oh lord he was huge. Massive. You resisted every fiber of your being that wanted to ask him about the weather.

Meian placed a hand gently between your shoulder blades, guiding you to the opened passenger side door, “I don’t bite… much.” With a wink, he closed your door and sat on his own side.

“I-is this your car?” Your stammering was adorable.

“Nah,” he waved a large hand, “Rented it. I do own one like it back home.” He gestured a thumb behind him, pointing to a figurative ‘home.’ You nodded once and fluttered fingers to your cheeks, covering the blush when you felt his eyes on you.

He blinked at your non-winter-weather outfit; light wash and high waisted denim shorts with a thick belt. They looked big, but he figured that was the style now’a days. You had on some cream colored spaghetti strap tank top that cropped just above the belt. And a dusty pink cardigan made of…

“Ey, hon, what’s this fabric? Mind if I-?” He pinched a little between his fingers, rubbing the material. It was soft. Really soft. Nothing like he’s seen before.

“Polyester? I think??” You pulled it off and looked at the tag, “Yep! It’s not mine though. It’s my friend’s. They likes to dress me up.”

“Aren’t ya cold?”

“A little, but we’re in a car so it’s no big deal.”

His arm hung out the window, pulling back in to shift gears here and there. You stared out to the horizon, stiff as a board. You weren’t the easiest to talk to at first, often muttering single worded responses.

You couldn’t help it. He was handsome as hell. Shoyo had a boyish charm to him, especially with how energetic he was, but Meian. He was a man. A sharp edge to him that definitely couldn’t be read as anything other than comfortable masculinity.

Snapping out of your daze, you perked. You were going across a bridge. A beautiful one at that. You could see the sun just above the ocean. Probably an hour or two before sunset. Both of your hands gripped the car window, “Meian,” you called with a slight pitch in your voice, “this is gorgeous!” You beamed at him a tad over-excitedly.

His lazy smile broadened, “Figured you’d like it.” It did say in your profile that it was one of your favorite spots to be at.

Within another set of minutes, awkward silence melted into comfort. The car stopped in an empty parking lot. It wasn’t like there were many people at the beach around 4 PM on a winter weekday. Your eyes were glued on the man as you watched his hand shift the gear to park and suddenly you remembered his proposition.

You were learning how to drive a stick shift.

“Alright pup, gonna teach ya a new trick,” He reached underneath the seat, craning it back as far as it could go. Not like it was far considering how long those legs were. Nervously you unbuckled, leaning on the console to peer at the petals.

Your heart stopped and your lips pursed slightly. Meian took one look at your expression and bit back his laugh. You looked up to him with a crease in your brow, “Why are there three petals?”

Soon enough, you were in the driver’s seat and he was in the passenger side. You searched for the lever to pull the seat up and blushed when Meian reached under to show you. At this point, it wasn’t even that he was uncomfortable to be with. It was quite the opposite. He was relaxed and maybe a little teasing. If people were colors, he’d be a serene seafoam. No, what made you nervous was how attractive you found him and how he so perfectly acted out the role of boyfriend.

“Let’s start in first, ‘kay?”

You nodded, swallowing down your anxiety. Push out of your comfort zone. More like shove you out the comfort window.

“Remember which one’s the break?” Meian peered to your legs, foot hesitantly over what you thought was the break, “Good! Now what?”

“Emergency break?” Now it was your hand’s turn to hover.

“Atta girl!” He was impressed at your memory. Most people would’ve forgotten that step if they only drove automatic. When his eyes met yours he could swear to god he saw the sparks light up in them. So you’re a praise learner, huh?

You glanced down, moving your left foot to the clutch and pressed it down. While still on break, your hand slid onto the gear shift. You waited. Picking up on the subtle clue, the captain nodded, “Yep, go to first.” His right hand hooked to the handle by the window casually.

You shifted into first. Feeling his eyes on you, you wanted to show him that you remembered his mini lesson and peered at the dash to the RPM, watching it move up before slowly letting go of the clutch. Just like that, the car began rolling.

Meian’s palm smacked the roof of the car as he hollered, lop-sided lips tugging up. You bounced excitedly, eyes switching between the gear shift, the petals, and the RPM.

You switched gears successfully not once, but twice. Each time, Meian showered you in praise. Your heart fluttered and it made you want to do more. When you turned the wheel, he encouraged you to go to the road. Anxiety crept up in you and you felt your palms sweat on the leather. He leaned the seat back, “Nothin’ta worry about. You’re a natural. Just keep doin’ what you’re doin’ and you’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” Your voice wavered with giddiness and uncertainty. Should he really be trusting your novice driving skills like this? You seriously questioned his judgment calls.

He peered at you from the corner of his eye, taking in the laser focus you had on the road. Hell, you even stopped gnawing your lip like it was the last food to grace the earth. He crossed his arms and tilted his head back, deciding to close his eyes, “Sure as I can be, pup. Gotta question for ya.” You hummed, leaning forward slightly to view the empty road better. He continued, “How’d ya get so good at multitasking?”

You took a moment to answer, making sure to shift appropriately as you picked up speed, “I do a lot of art – pottery and all. Professionally.” You really couldn’t multitask as well as he thought you could, but you wanted to impress him, “It’s kind of like a pottery wheel with petal and speed and hand things. That’s the closest I can get, though. There isn’t a lot of multitasking in the other art things I do, really. Not like this.”

The Jackal’s captain fully looked at you in that moment, a small ‘huh’ leaving his lips. He took in the bit of clay that lodged itself under your bitten nails and the small stripe of white paint on your thighs from propping up a canvas before the edges dried. Meian never dated an artist before, but he wanted to now.

Comfort came after driving a few circles. Eventually you found yourself on a strip of road that extended far out. Meian remained laid back, eyes closed. He never fell asleep and instead listened to you sing along to songs that played on the radio (which was turned on after the third circle seeing as you were deemed ‘good ’nuff’ for the minor distraction).

You occasionally chit chatted about this and that. You learned that he was an athlete – like your last date. He learned that you’re supporting yourself alone. Your parents didn’t exactly vibe with you being an artist and skipping university all together. You didn’t tell him you had a date with Shoyo, though. Just like he didn’t tell you that he was part of a professional team with Shoyo.

He felt comfortable. You felt comfortable. That’s when three things happened.

1. You passed a 15 mph speed limit sign.

2. You saw that you were going 65 mph.

3. You felt Meian rest a warm palm on your thigh.

Now, in quite literally any other context, that would be a pleasant boyfriend-like thing to do. He was simply acting his part’. Surely, he did the same thing with other clients. However. That combined with the other two made your heart, lungs, and soul try to jump out of your corporeal form and into the next dimension.

First gear. First gear! First gear!

Whipping it into first, the car decided you were the bourgeoisie and it was the working class. It straight revolted, a loud clattering was accompanied by you scrambling around in a panic. Meian sprang up, but his torso was snapped back by the seatbelt’s safety. He unbuckled (like a moron) and kicked your foot out of the way from its spot to press and pull both available breaks.

You sat in silence, hands over your mouth and eyes wide. A choir of ‘oh shit’ sang in your mind, commemorating your funeral with their harmony.

It took some shuffling, but Meian went back to driver’s side. You stood next to the car by the shoulder of the road. A burning smell tickled your nose. Your date came out, hands on his hips and lips pursed to the side. Coming to you, he sighed, “Transmission or clutch went awol. Damn thing won’t start back up. Nothin’s leakin’.”

You sucked your lips in and resisted the urge to scream. Throwing up was one thing. Breaking a rental car was an entirely different one. You bowed, “Meian, I am so so sorry. I should’ve been paying attention and I-I-“

“Woah, woah, girlie, calm yourself. Don’t need’ta do any of this shit,” He bent at the waist, peering at your squinting eyes. His hand rested at the curve of your shoulder into your neck, thumb stroking calmly at the spots you had tapped at before he picked you up. The effort brought near immediate relief, but anxiety made you wonder if he was masking his anger for the sake of his job. When he smiled, you knew it was genuine, “I’m damn near 30. This isn’t even the most expensive car I’ve had this happen to. Don’t worry about a thing, pups. ‘Sides, I shoulda been watching you closer. Blame the teacher, not the student.”

The words were like warm lavender winds brushing away your damp and dead leaves. You offered to pay for the expenses, not daring to mention how it would clear out your savings. Meian waved a hand, “Nah. I got it. I make more than enough to cover this plus some.”

“Then why are you a rental boy-“

“-Help me push it, will ya?” He interrupted, not wanting to admit that it was because of a bet with his troublesome teammate.

You tried to put the car into neutral as per his instructions the best you could, jogging to the back to join him in pushing. You had to admit, the view of his arms working and him pushing a vehicle was a sight to behold.

All the two of you did was push it to the side of the road, so no cars could hit it. You leaned on the rail protecting traffic from tipping off into the waters below while Meian called the company to explain what happened.

When he hung up, he went to put the phone in his pocket, but the sight of you stopped him. You sat on the rail, facing the ocean at sunset. The cardigan you wore slid just below your shoulders and the cool breeze tousled locks so gracefully. A ghosting feeling went through his fingers as they yearned to be the wind. He snapped a photo in landscape mode.

You turned, brushing hair back around your ear and smiled to him. He snapped another photo and you gestured to him to the spot next to you. He did, leaning his forearms on the cold metal, “Hope ya don’t mind.”

“That you took photos? I mean… I thought it was against the rules. Just ahh…. Hm. Send them to me through the app? Can you do that?”

“Think so, yeah. You looked good. Cold, but good,” The words were said as the photos were sent. You saved them with a bashful thanks.

“Since the date’s almost up, my friend’s coming to get me. Will you be okay?” You glanced down to him, leaning forward as you added pressure to the bar at your toes, keeping you from falling.

“I’ll be just fine. Gotta wait for a tow,” He paused and moved to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you to lean into him, “Makin’ me anxious leanin’ like that.” His husky laugh was whisked with ocean breeze. You followed, reveling in the warmth. He liked that you were comfortable enough to accept the gesture. It’s what boyfriends did, right? Even if they weren’t real. Even if reality settled wrong in his stomach.

“The ocean’s so pretty,” You’ve always admired how the waves soaked up the sun’s colors. Oil paintings you’ve made throughout your life a testament to that love.

Meian glanced at you, then the horizon, “Yeah, but I’ve seen better.”

“If I rent you again, take me to ‘better’,” You giggled, missing the look in his eyes and the meaning of his words. Your phone rang, “Oh! That’s my friend, they’re here now - across the street!” Head tilted back, you looked up to him, “Thank you for teaching me how to drive and I really am sorry about the car. I wish I knew how to help.”

“Not a problem, pups. Rate me good. That’s help enough.”

His arms felt empty when you left them.

He checked his phone and saw that once the time struck, the contact was erased automatically. Meian sighed, scrolling through the next few clients he had lined up - his last few dates, he decided. With good tips, he still had a good shot at the win, anyway.

“How’d this one go hot stuff? No throwing up?” There was nonchalant concern in the question.

You sat back heavily, “No throwing up. I learned how to drive stick shift, though. Then broke the car..”

“You didn’t have to pay for that, right? Those cars are outrageously expensive, ‘specially from those rental places.”

“No, he said he made enough to cover it, weirdly enough.”

“Huh. Well that’s nice of him.,” You friend commented, “Wonder what he does.”

“Me too,” You thought about Shoyo and the up-scale restaurants he took you to, “Me too.”

“Wait, didn’t he offer you a jacket? That was the whole purpose of the shorts! What a dick!”

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mwolf0epsilon · 4 years ago

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How would all the studio crew, post-transformation, react to an adorable puppy? (Hopefully some won't think it's food!)

Henry Stein - Despite being the proud owner of a massive Estrela Mountain dog, Henry is actually more of a cat person. He can see the appeal of a loyal pooch though. Doesn't really have much of an opinion other than he likes petting them. Being faced with a cute puppy he'd likely melt.

Glasses Woolly Triplet - Sheep and dogs don't often mix, but then again Glasses likes Boris and he's kind of a dog right? If he sees an adorable puppy he'll likely puff up and proclaim himself cuter.

Sammy Lawrence - They're goofy, smelly and drool all over. 10/10 would not recommend owning one in a tiny apartment, but is the kind of guy to hang out with the dog in a house party situation. He's a big softy for pets at heart, so he'd likely dote on a little puppy.

Wandering Sin Bendy/Andy - Unlike Sammy he openly adores dogs. If confronted with a cute pup, he'd beg his pa to let him keep it.

Jack Fain - Jack has always wanted a dog, so if he found a puppy he'd decide to adopt it. He'd be the kind of owner to talk about his pets like they're his children too, so you can bet he'd walk around with a wallet full of puppy photos.

Pigtails Woolly Triplet - Like Glasses he isn't really a fan of dogs, but he'd certainly enjoy the company of an itty bitty puppy if Jack adopted one. Might even take up Boris's position and try to teach it how to do some mischief.

Susie Campbell - She's more of a cat person but she can't say no to taking in a cute puppy. She'll treat it like royalty too.

Miss Twisted - Well it's not Cerberus, but it sure looks cute! Hopefully it'll grow up into a big scary beast of a dog so she'll have the coolest pet of all! Also she wants to paint its nails and get it a spiky collar.

Norman Polk - He already has Stripe so he'll likely give the puppy to someone else. Most animals are scared of him anyway, so he doesn't want to risk the heartache of the pup disliking him.

Cameraman - Puppies are too much trouble. They chew up everything, pee on the carpet and need training. He's a busy camera thank you very much! He would much rather prefer playing with someone else's pets instead.

Allison Pendle - She's definitely a dog person, but her hands are already full with a very grumpy wolf. Maybe someday when she feels ready for such a big responsibility she might get a pup. For now she'd probably coo at one and give it little scritches before handing it off to more capable hands.

Alice Angel - She likes dogs! Everyone knows all dogs go to heaven, so she's always happy to meet a new pup or two! She'd be too busy keeping the other toons out of trouble to really care for one tho...

Thomas Connor - He'd go weak at the knees at the sight of a puppy. Tom is a sucker for dogs. Would immediately want to adopt it too, no questions asked.

Boris the Wolf - Oh look! Another little cute fella to teach the ways of Boris the Wolf! Where's his wooden nickel? Little guy needs to learn how to pickpocket pronto!

Shawn Flynn - He likes dogs, sure, but uh... Best keep that pup away from his dolls...

Bendy Doll Trio - NOPE

Grant Cohen - He's allergic to fog fur. Living with Buddy, Tom and Stripe is already a pain because of how much they shed, so he'd not enjoy the idea of having a puppy joining in.

Edgar the Spider/Edvard - Shares Grant's allergy but it only ever flares up when it's most funny/inconvenient. He'd still want to pet the puppy though... He's a sucker for cute things due to his nature as an Edgar clone.

Buddy Lewek - Because he couldn't own a pet before, he'd probably beg to keep the puppy. Would even resort to puppy dog eyes. How could he just turn this poor little pup away?

The Brute - He is Brute. Demolisher of Faces, Taker of Wallets, and Protector of Tiny Cute Things. Puppy is a tiny cute thing, he will protect.

Abby Lambert - Considering she lives alone and has contact with what little family she has + the other Ink People, she'd get a puppy just for the company. It likely becomes her muse at some point just because she needed a drawing model... She'd also name it something like Monet or Picasso.

Doc Hackenbush - He has a cat. Plus the apartment he lives at is tiny. Would be unfair to subject a dog to such a cramped living space... He's still a licensed vet tho, so he probably has contact with tons of animals anyway, so no loss there!

Bertrum Piedmont - Err... He's a giant ride... He'd rather avoid animals right now...

Lacie Benton - Indifferent to pets. She'll stop to give them pets if they approach her, but she's not really much of an animal person. Will definitely kick anyone's ass if she sees them throwing stuff at wildlife or trying to kick a dog. Mistreat animals, get beat up by a pissed off animatronic.

Emma LaMonte - She's neither a dog nor cat person. Emma would rather devote her attention to parrots. Particularly the chatty kind. She's a bit of an eccentric.

The Ink Demon/Binky Demon - Animals are terrified of him and he's devastated by this. Would avoid the puppy at all costs just so he doesn't have to see it run away from him.

Mel's Butcher Gang/Charley, Barley and Edgar - Charley won't allow the group to get a puppy because Edgar is already enough of a handful. Single parents raising a spider son! Maybe when he's older Edgar might get a puppy...

Incomplete Butcher Hang/Buck and Edwin - They'd adopt a puppy and call it Charles. You can tell they're trying to fill a void...

Detective Adam Sinclair - He's too old for a pet, and he already has a talking taxi cab to keep him company anyway. If he found one he'd probably take it in... Just until he can find it an owner. Yeah, that's it.

Gaskette - No. Please get it out of his seats, that thing isn't potty trained!

Joey Drew - He's fascinated by dogs, but most animals attack him on sight these days, so he might try to make a pet rather than adopt one.

Bendy the Dancing Demon - As much as he wants a dog, observing Joey reading up on Cerberus is starting to concern him greatly... If only someone else could see or hear him, he might be able to tattle on this particularly half-baked scheme.

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #post studio au #out of bounds au #animals and the ink dont mix #a lot of animals find the ink people unnerving #norman binky and joey are the main targets of this however

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fucker-anon · 4 years ago

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more helen hcs

k i can’t stop having ideas about them so here ya go. i will get some relations with puppeteer and cody done soon, but this has been in my mind for like hours.

@creepy-bi-day idk who else to tag

Will be non verbal on a bad day, usually after a panic attack

They don’t get panic attacks that often but when they first got to the mansion there were a looooot

Mostly cause of dysphoria: they had “masc clothing” (read straight cis ppl gave them these and they couldn’t say no :( ) and that sucked

Jane, nina and pup helped out and lent lots of different types of clothes

Jane gave the very fem stuff

Nina gave the comfy “fuck gender roles” stuff

And pup gave the “there is no gender, only hoodie’ stuff

Helen eventually returned them (or rather tried) and learn how to sew from Pup so they could make their own clothes

Knows japanese and sign language along with spanish

Oh yea is also friends with jane and nina

Paints jane’s nail while they talk shit

Nina taught him how to make kandi bracelets

She gave them one with the genderfluid flag and they still wear it every day

Also will wear pop on acrylic nails on fem days

Also also they’re 5’10, buttttt is usually wearing a platform boots or heels so they stand at least 6’2

Got a pair of vintage doc martens from cody and usually wears them on his “i hate capitalism days”

Says how they hate capitalism a lot

They will fight jeff on this

Kinda hates Jeff

Like jeff is very annoy but he’s also just misinformed

He was able to get Helen’s pronouns right even tho there was a lot of mistakes and still an occasional slip up but he’s not doing it maliciously

On the other hand, he told helen that helen doesnt count as wasian (white-asian) cause they pass as white

Yeaaa helen just avoids them

Has a tank top with the words “beep beep depressed bitch here”

Can do eyeliner like a boss

Coffee addict, but will settle for a monster if needed

Those monster can gas masks (look them if u don't know), helens made those and gave some to cody

Loves mulan like that's their favourite disney movie

But helen kinda hates disney cause of their shit

Does commissions sometimes

No they wont draw porn or hentai (sorry ben)

Pup is their ride or die bitch

Pup usually forces them to sleep

Helen usually forces pup not to do stupid things with cody

No one really hates helen

Helen kinda vibes with most ppl, and wont hate anyone as long as they don't do it first

Won’t smoke

The aesthetic is cool but really hates the feeling of vaping/smoking

Also they like their lungs

Not sure if this is nsfw buttt

Will wear lingerie ment for the male body (look it up)

And looks hot as fUCK

Mostly lace stuff

Also tried making lace

Doesn’t do it a lot since its work and also they have other things to do

has a movie night cody and pup

they all just snuggle and fall asleep like that

its very cute

pup taught them how to braid hair and likes to practice on nina or pup

also helped nina dye her hair

yea i have some more hcs of puppet, friendships with cody, some nsfw ones but im tired. I dont usually type this much lol

anyway hope you enjoyed!

#creepypasta #bloody painter #helen otis

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elysicndrcvm · 4 years ago

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━♡ guess the 23 YEAR OLD FEBRUARY baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because CHU EUNHA is just as BEDAZZLING as the month of FEBRUARY. wait, why do they remind me of JACOB BAE? beyond that, they seemed JOYOUS and SAVVY upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of DELICATE and QUIXOTIC though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX 1 / APARTMENT 0215 / FLOOR 3 ; HE seem(s) to have a lot going on with HIS job as a PATISSERIE OWNER/NUTRITIONAL SCIENCE STUDENT. ( ez, 21, she/they, gmt. )

well hey there !! im ez but you fellow dallyeogers can call me ezzy, i have been in dallyeog before so some may remember me as having someone v different to my new bb i bring u now, i joined before with miss tam carmen !! anygays i return with this lil angel who i am all ‘ i say that’s my baby and i’m proud ’ over already even tho i literally came up with him like two days ago. you can find his pinboard here ( which btw i fuckeN love like he’s so aesthetic to me u go king ) and i made him a lil playlist which u can vibe to here. you can learn more about him under the cut but he’s a super soft-hearted gentle dove of a muse and quite...simple for me ?? sdhdh that’s not the right wording but U GET IT djjflg he isn’t super full of angst or trauma he’s just kinda viBIN livin his best life so that’s fun !! but ye without further ado:

so as u kno from his app he owns a patisserie, it’s his lil babey and he is very dedicated to his craft and makin sure all his ideas for the place and the baked goods he sells are like rlly quirky and avant-garde. like he is so passionate about it u dont even KNOW, he tries to make sure most of the stuff on his menu is something like fun and new u wouldn’t get at just any old patisserie or cafe and that it’s super varied and also kinda aesthetic af? the place is very like trendy. it’s called patisserie d’elysian cause ya know he’s an extra biTCHH and proud.

he has three pupperino’s. all as adorable as each other, snickerdoodle is his golden lab and often ppl shorten it down to snickers, butterscotch is his dapple daschund pup, shortens the name to scotchie often. toulouse is his fancy toy poodle boi, shortens the name down as toto. if u are on the shortened name basis with his pups then u can consider urself one of his close pals.

he’s actually adopted by his aunt but she raised him like she was his mother so that is what he considers her, she’s on his mother’s side but they are half-siblings. in terms of first name reasoning as well she just liked eunha as a name and didn’t even think about how it is traditionally for a female, she liked that it meant gift from heaven so it stuck. his father is still around, he’s just quite elderly so it felt like a better living situation for him to be raised primarily by his auntie. unfortunately his mother has passed on but no tragic story, she just went peacefully in old age.

he dyes his hair quite often, it’s currently like a really pastel blue with black streaks consistently throughout like lil ones so it looks super cool. but he’s also had it be a more electric blue, lilac, and a duck egg kinda faded silvery blue. it’s naturally dark brunette. has brown eyes kind of a hazel hue.

his style is kinda androgynous ig?? he just lives for soft retro fashion, lots of color in his wardrobe but also lots of tapered short and t-shirt fits frequented, sweater vests, rolled up jeans, high skater boi socks, soft jumpers with shirts, shirts in bright colours or satiny texture worn over plain white t-shirts, cardigans, pastel denim jackets, jeans with printed patterns on like clouds, flowers etc, favors yellow and blues. sometimes does eye makeup, occasionally wears heels bc he’s a baddie or super heeled boots/chunky shoes.

obsessed with music, can play violin and guitar. he’s a big mitski and rina sawayama fanatic, likes anything that sounds peaceful or calming or has like a good fun vibe to it. also likes the trademark gay icons like carly rae jepsen, lorde, etc. he’s not ashamed. obsessed with mamma mia movies. but also likes rap which is rlly funny cause its like the bad bitch female rappers only and like he’ll listen to it while arranging his sock drawer or making his bed or something ajdjdj it’s like hype anthems for being a baddie and a hoe and he’s just doing his night sleepy routine adkfkf.

showers, blankets, music, baked goods especially bagels are his happy places.

very much a sensitive lil romanticist, falls in ‘love’ like five times a day, he just likes to giggle and smile around pretty people and admire the artwork hnghdh, he’s like yeARNS though ya know?? like he’s all i will flirt by making prolonged eye contact, i made you a playlist, this song makes me think of you etc. it’s either memes as flirting with him or elaborate love letters u never know what ur gonna get akdkd.

awful sense of humour, loves his friends more than anything on earth except his pups, would fully live in a huge house of just like his pups and all his closest buds for all eternity. likes fruits way too much, enjoys puns about fruits way too much. milkshakes, sushi, orange hues and bus rides are some of his absolute favorite simple pleasures of life. clouds, flowers, salt lamps, the sunrise over the sea, skateboarding, fresh soda, teddy bears, busy street markets, parasols, fish tanks with exotic fish, sorbet, bike riding, polaroids, record players, rain at night against floor to ceiling windows with a fresh steaming pot of tea on the desk beside it and warm fresh sheets from the laundry on his bed, ponds, skateboarding. all little joys in life that give him like the biggest pleasure dopamine hit in the world.

his cousin actually owns a florists so he has flowers just littering his apartment like a lot and it just looks like he has ten million suitors from the late eighteenth century attempting to court him but no all these flowers are from him to him or worse from his aunt djfjg she sends him some for valentines every valentines, pls help him, pls send him flowers.

studies nutritional science and he fucken hates it. do not ask him shit cause he doesn’t KNOW OKAY? he doesn’t understand it either. he took it because he needed something to go alongside the passion for baking that was a real ‘qualification’/job so that is the only reason he’s doing it. no point doing a baking degree after all when he’s already a baker with a business, he’s super young still he gotta keep his prospects open. so YAH. he’d rather be doing culinary arts but eh. nutritional science sounded better and more logic based. the real miracle is he still gets top grades all the time even tho he spends his life like wtf am i even doing is this even legit akdkdk. school is the worst thing in the world for him watch his mood instantly deflate the second its brought up.

despite being a quixotic, he’s a lil afraid of intimacy. like oh god does he love it, those small touches and acts of affection u kno? the subtle things that normally go unnoticed, eye contact, brushing of hands, linking of little fingers, rubbing a thumb, kissing eyelids or foreheads or palms or shoulders in little gentle pecks, back massages and rubs or finger tracing patterns absent-minded, shoulder massages, laying your head on someone’s shoulder or on their lap, knocking knees together, exchanging a small glance only the two of you get before bursting into laughter, smiling into kisses, napping together, having blankets placed over you warm and fresh, or towels put ready like it, someone making you something they know you like a lot. that’s his sHIT. but like he’s terrified still, someone skimming their fingers on his skin makes his breath hitch like he’s a scandalized and alarmingly aroused victorian woman sjdjd. he’s literally still a virgin, he hasn’t even had his first kiss okay my baby is delicate be gentle with him akdkd but he still LIKES PASSION AIGHT kfkf.

real soft spoken, honey tinted voice like i shit u not this boy talks like he’s an angel sent from heavens above to guide you to the paradisaical garden of eden or some shit akdkd. ur gonna fall in love with eunha’s voice before u even fall in love with any other part of him like his adorable beaming smile or stunning eyes akdkf.

has dance parties around his room when getting ready in the morning, listens to bella’s lullaby unironically yes from twilight yes u heard right, bit of a himbo streak sometimes in his obliviousness djfjf. quite silently subtly funny actually much like jacob himself.

he is gay, afraid of driving, cannot do math, blanks out often and he is valid for all of those things. has a collection of cartoon and disney animal movie dvds. has a dream notebook. always has blue painted nails in some kinda shade.

does not enjoy turning in assignments bc he is scared he’ll fail, avoids looking at his grades for weeks after they’re released and hates knowing that they’re out.

cannot dance, dances often. collects vintage stuff esp clothes and mostly sweaters. likes midnight trips to corner stores and fields where he can just lay and look at the stars. makes friends rlly easily but has super bad performance anxiety. cannot ever have a messy room like even the tiniest bit messy. even like clothes being stacked on a chair instead of away.

bakes peanut butter, banana and choc chip muffins (they r called monkey bites normally) whenever he’s super stressed. if u want to cheer him up when he’s anxious or stressed then u should give him french lavender honey, chia seeds and caramelized pear on toast/bagel. it is his comfort food. he fancii when he needs a pick me up. treat urself and all that.

#dallyeog:intro #i'm literally in love with him he's the softest most goodest boi muse i have ever made and i just #im that meme of the samari sword guy with the cat in his arms akfkfk #IVE ONLY HAD EUNHA FOR TWO DAYS BUT IF ANYONE HURTS HIM I WILL KILL THEM AND THEN MYSELF AKKDK

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OK, June 1

Cover: Jennifer Aniston Finally Talks -- her fresh start at 51

Page 1: Big Pic -- Shia LaBeouf took a spin around his Pasadena neighborhood with his adorable pooch in tow

Page 2: Contents

Page 3: Contents

Page 4: Royal Shake-Up -- a shocking report leads to whispers that Queen Elizabeth may soon be stepping away from her duties for good -- thankfully the Queen has Prince William and Duchess Kate Middleton to lean on and they call her every day and are always offering to step in and take any stressful duties off her hands and the queen doesn’t know what she’d do without them

Page 6: From the outside Reese Witherspoon seems to have a picture-perfect life but the multifaceted star admits her days are a balancing act and anything but easy

Page 7: It seems as if Kristin Cavallari has been on a smear campaign against estranged husband Jay Cutler as their messy divorce plays out -- she’s consumed by rage and resentment toward him mainly out of fear that he’ll come across as looking like the good guy while she’s painted as power- and money-hungry, after years of estrangement the coronavirus pandemic has pushed Bella Cruise to reach out to mom Nicole Kidman -- Nicole knows Bella will never leave Scientology and she’d never ask her to and they’ve been making up for lost time and speak most days and Bella’s agreed to travel to Tennessee and stay at Nicole’s sprawling country estate once it’s safe to travel, Scott Disick is turning to Kris Jenner as he figures out his next move after he fled rehab after the news leaked -- Scott feels more vulnerable than ever and he’s at a crucial stage in his life and he respects Kris enormously not only as a business partner but as a makeshift therapist and mother figure

Page 8: Jamie Lynn Spears is begging older sis Britney Spears to move back to Louisiana and Jamie Lynn would love for her daughters to spend more time with their aunt and wants them together as one big happy family in Kentwood where it all began, Chris Pratt and pregnant Katherine Schwarzenegger are feeling a bit overwhelmed by her parents as they await their baby’s arrival -- Maria Shriver and Arnold Schwarzenegger are excited at their first grandchild but they’ve become very pushy -- Maria’s insisting on planning a huge baby shower and decorating the nursery and Arnold is trying to install a new sound system so they can play lullabies in every corner of the house and it’s enough to make Chris and Katherine wince, Tom Cruise is making it his mission to reclaim his title as the King of Hollywood -- he’s bided his time for years now because he wanted to take the pressure of himself until he found just the right moment to go for it and now he’s ready to catapult himself onto the scene with Mission: Impossible 7 and 8 and the sequel to Top Gun and he’s working with NASA and Elon Musk’s SpaceX to shoot the first ever movie in outer space

Page 10: Red Hot on the Red Carpet -- peach gowns -- Zoe Kravitz, Karolina Kurkova, Adrienne Houghton

Page 11: Betty Gilpin, Lizzy Caplan, Joey King

Page 12: Who Wore It Better? Becca Tilley vs. Brooke Burke (it’s a tie), Cheryl Burke vs. Jennifer Lahmers

Page 14: News in Photos -- Hailey Bieber in the sauna

Page 15: Michael C. Hall in glitter face paint, Kate Upton works out with daughter Genevieve, Olivia Munn with two pups, Christie Brinkley in the fickle weather in the Hamptons

Page 16: Hilary Duff on Mother’s Day, Anna Kendrick all dressed up for a virtual press conference, Kevin Hart and wife Eniko revealed they are having a daughter in a pic with kids Kenzo and Heaven and Hendrix, Naomi Watts on TikTok with Liev Schreiber and their kids Sasha and Kai

Page 17: Mindy Kaling doing laundry, Cardi B shows off her Mother’s Day gifts from husband Offset

Page 18: Reese Witherspoon with son Tennessee climbing a tree, Nicole Kidman studying Italian while stuck at home, Gabrielle Union and daughter Kaavia

Page 19: Jason Momoa encouraged fans to support local small businesses as he picked up dinner from the Old Place in Cornell, Paris Jackson inked a tattoo on her own pinky toe, Suki Waterhouse showed off her perfectly coiffed locks

Page 20: Tobey Maguire and girlfriend Tatiana Dieteman take a stroll, Ariel Winter was spotted with a cast on her thumb after slicing the tip off in a cooking accident, Emilia Clarke and dog Ted

Page 21: Ryan Phillippe on a run, Katy Perry and her dog Nugget dress up as Dumbo

Page 22: Brody Jenner on a bike ride, Tallulah Willis and mom Demi Moore on Mother’s Day, Julianne Hough as Mary Poppins

Page 23: Taylor Swift drinking white wine while isolating at home, Ali Larter on a run

Page 24: Inside My Home -- the Hadid’s flourishing farm -- where Yolanda Hadid is isolating with kids Bella Hadid, pregnant Gigi Hadid and Anwar Hadid in Hope, Pennsylvania

Page 26: Kim Kardashian and Kanye West marriage in crisis -- after months in quarantine Kim and Kanye are on the verge of a lockdown throwdown because when it comes to their four kids North and Saint and Chicago and Psalm most of the parenting and homeschooling has fallen on Kim’s shoulders while Kanye has been spending a ton of time at his office rather than at home

Page 27: Natalie Portman and Benjamin Millepied are planning to renew their vows this winter when December will mark a decade since their engagement, when Cara Delevingne and Ashley Benson called it quits after two years of dating it seemed drama-free but now members of their social circle are being dragged into the pair’s personal problems -- now that they’re not together they’re drawing clear boundaries and demanding their friends like Kaia Gerber and Margaret Qualley take sides using the line it’s her or me, Courteney Cox has been quarantining in L.A. while boyfriend Johnny McDaid has been in England and once they’re able to reunite Courteney is adamant that they tie the knot right away because this has been a lesson learned and she’s kicking herself for not marrying Johnny sooner

Page 28: Joshua Jackson and wife Jodie Turner-Smith are walking on air as they settle into their new roles as parents to a baby girl, just eight months into their romance Jonathan Scott believes he’s found the one in Zooey Deschanel but his friends are urging him to pump the brakes because Zooey is twice-divorced and basically walked out of her second marriage and right into Jonathan’s life plus she also has two children so Jonathan would be taking on an awful lot so soon, Love Bites -- Ben Platt and Noah Galvin new couple, America Ferrera and Ryan Piers Williams welcomed a daughter, Mary-Kate Olsen and Olivier Sarkozy split

Page 29: On Justin and Hailey Bieber’s Facebook Watch show he stated that he and wife Hailey are in the best place they’ve ever been but he’s the first to admit that becoming a husband forced him to take a hard look at himself, Ben Affleck is sparing no expense when it comes to showering girlfriend Ana de Armas with affection

Page 30: Cover Story -- Jennifer Aniston comes clean -- from the state of her dating life to the truth about her famous exes Jen plans to answer everything in a new tell-all interview

Page 33: How Jennifer Aniston is helping Matthew Perry get through his recent troubles

Page 34: Baby Bump Brigade -- Ashlee Simpson, Katy Perry

Page 35: Gigi Hadid, Katherine Schwarzenegger, Lea Michele

Page 36: How Julia Roberts saved her marriage -- inside her decision to step away from the spotlight and fix her relationship with Danny Moder

Page 38: Beverly Hills 90210 secrets and scandals

Page 40: Candace Cameron Bure Family Matters -- the actress gets candid about her kids, her marriage and her decades long career

Page 46: Style Week -- Bebe Rexha latest collaboration with the popular drugstore nail polish line Sinful Colors

Page 48: Style -- beaded bags -- Bailee Madison

Page 50: Espadrilles -- Selena Gomez

Page 54: Entertainment

Page 58: Stars are getting creative with their hair while stuck at home -- Julianne Hough, Pink, Kristen Stewart

Page 59: Blake Shelton, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Tallulah Willis, Lauren Burnham and Arie Luyendyk, Armie Hammer, Dua Lipa

Page 60: Sound Bites -- Miley Cyrus on interviewing Elizabeth Warren, Ashton Kutcher on Mila Kunis, Laura Dern on trying new things, Anna Kendrick on switching up her exercise routine, John Mellencamp texting daughter Teddi Mellencamp while watching her on RHOBH

Page 61: Hollywood Heat Meter -- Hilary Duff is set to reprise her Younger character in a spinoff, Lily Allen and David Harbour engaged, Alison Roman apologized to Chrissy Teigen, Hannah Brown should have listened to her gut about Jed Wyatt, Vera Wang shows off her killer abs, the bombshells Vanderpump Rules editor Bri Dellinger just unleashed about the reality show

Page 62: Horoscope -- Gemini Lenny Kravitz

Page 64: By the Numbers -- Trevor Noah

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