#i just hide in shade or wear big hats

[crockerberts]

ok sunscreen review as an autist who HATES sunscreen because it feels icky

AVEENO DAILY FACE MOISTURIZER WITH SPF 15

9/10 stars for me personally for now at least. will explain more below !

once its on it does not feel like sunscreen at all i cant even tell im wearing sunscreen it doesnt get greasy or make my glasses slip or anything PLUS it moisturizes my face and doesnt make me look sweaty either!!!!

my only star off is that for the 10 seconds i am applying it it does have that characteristic suncream feel (though its a little more lotion-y than sun cream so i will give it that) but after giving it like 15 seconds to set in, assuming i applied it correctly and didnt leave globs on my face unsmoothed out, it is completely fine and dandy. i just gotta take off a star for that bcuz i am so obscenely texture sensitive 😓😓😓😞😞😞

i have like never used face sunscreen before and instead opted for staying in the shade all the time bcuz my skin is rlly sensitive but this is suuuuper nice to have cuz im at college now and my campus is SOOOOO bright cuz there’s no god damn trees anywhere. anyway highly recommend for fellow autists who hate shit on their skin i found it at target for like 3 bucks

[writing-until-i-drop]

Uniform Kink | Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader | wc: 483

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! reader is a horny mess, Bob has a dirty mouth, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

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Bob didn’t wear his dress whites often, only for special occasions, but you wished those special occasions would come around more often. Because damn. The crisp lines of the white fabric made his broad shoulders stand out, showing off the lean, muscular figure he tried to hide. And the hat? It was just icing on the cake. Tonight you were attending a promotion ceremony and you had to keep your hands to yourself, which was hard when your boyfriend looked so good. 

You were dying to run your hands over his shoulders, to slowly undo each of the shiny, gold buttons, and to feel the scratchy fabric of his pants against your most sensitive parts. Underwear? What underwear? Your dress would have shown the lines and you knew the shade of red Bob’s face would turn when he realized you had been bare the whole night, sitting there beside him with an innocent smile on your face. 

Once congratulations were doled out and the obligatory chit chat was had, you were quick to plant the idea of leaving early in Bob’s head, whispering it in his ear. You knew he wasn’t too keen on these big social events but sometimes he liked to stay awhile, you were hoping tonight wasn’t one of those nights. It wasn’t. 

“What’s got you all worked up tonight?” Bob chuckled as you practically dragged him to the car. 

“You just look so good in your uniform, Lieutenant Floyd,” You traced his ribbon rank, biting on your bottom lip. Bob swallowed hard, glancing around. Then he pinned you against the side of the car, kissing you hard. You moaned into the kiss, almost knocking off his cover, wrapping your arms around his neck. Bob pushed his hips into yours, grinding his arousal against you.

“It’s the uniform, isn’t it, princess?” Bob whispered, panting when he pulled avail. You nodded, running a hand down the golden buttons, feeling the muscles that hid beneath them. “I thought it was the flight suit that turned you on? Or are you just a slut for a man in uniform?” The word slut coming from Mr. Quiet and Shy Robert Floyd had you weak in the knees. “My little slut, what am I going to do with you?” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Fuck me?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him hopefully. Bob chuckled, 

“You have been a good girl for me tonight, haven’t you?” You nodded again. Bob’s  hand drifted over your hip then he paused, repeating the motion after a moment. You knew he was double checking what he thought he felt, or more accurately didn’t feel. Bob’s face turned a delicious shade of red, “Get in the car.” 

“Yes, Lieutenant,” Bob looked around again but he hesitated, sighing. You glanced, spotting other people leaving early. Damn it. No parking lot sex.

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[jmliebert]

bg3 on a beach (modern headcanons)

some little beach-day headcanons ˙ᵕ˙

𓇼 Astarion 𓇼

the one who brought sunscreen with SPF 50

and basically an entire beach bag of skincare essentials— lip balm, hand cream, hand sanitizer, hair comb (gold-plated), facial mist, perfumes….

….a chic umbrella that screams "I don't do tan lines" (you didn’t know umbrellas might be chic? wel, you’ve obviously never met astarion, you poor soul)

struts around in Dior or Armani swim trunks that probably cost more than everyone else’s entire beach wardrobe (taste, darling)

throws subtle shade at anyone who dares to get sand near his setup

𓇼 Gale 𓇼

sitting next to Astarion under the chick umbrella, reading a brick-tome that looks way too heavy for a beach day

loose, unbuttoned shirt flapping in the breeze, looking like he's ready to casually narrate the next chapter of his life

dips into the water only to cool off, then returns to his book (wears a wide brimmed hat while swimming because sunburns are for novices)

brings some fruits, maybe homemade snacks i(f he’s feeling particulary extra)

puts on sunglasses, claiming it’s for “eye protection,” but really so he can unashamedly observe everyone else (astarion observes everyone at the beach as well, but making no effort to hide it though)

𓇼 Halsin 𓇼

totally would have preferred to go to a nudist beach, but hey, what won’t he do for his party?

sunbathes directly under the scorching rays, basking in nature's warm embrace

gives off major retired surfer vibes—minus the board, plus a lot of wisdom about underwater ecosystems

spends most of the day diving, befriending the fish, and enthusiastically recounting his underwater adventures to Shadowheart

as the sun sets, he meditates, he’s body looking positively glorious as the golden light hits just right

𓇼 Wyll 𓇼

rolls in with a cooler full of chilled beer, instantly becoming everyone’s favorite person

the one who’s super into every beach sport there is

performs cartwheels and somersaults, showing off a little (endd up with a head full of sand)

borrows Halsin’s goggles and disappears for an hour or two, only to resurface with a story about an underwater adventure

comforts a crying child who lost their bucket, instantly becoming a hero of the beach

𓇼 Karlach 𓇼

alexa, play starships by nicki minaj

fearless of the sun—probably doesn’t even know what sunscreen is

the most grateful for Wyll's beer, probably cracking open a can before she even sets up her towel (if it's a bottle, she’ll open it with her teeth)

hypes everyone up for a beach volleyball match, whether they want to play or not

dominates the game with killer serves, yelling “BOOM!” every time she scores

𓇼 Shadowheart 𓇼

aka Wednesday Addams on vacation, complete with a black swimsuit and a hat so big it casts shade on half the beach

floats around on an floatie, giving off strong “don’t bother me” vibes

quietly builds a sandcastle that turns out to be an architectural masterpiece (It’s somehow both gothic and impressive)

doesn’t know how to swim but hasn’t admitted it to anyone. Instead, she’s perfected the art of looking mysterious while staying close to the shore

smiles at dogs playing in the distance

𓇼 Lae’zel 𓇼

laughs in the face of sunburn

side-eyes Astarion and Gale applying sunscreen, muttering something about “weakness” under her breath

joins Shadowheart for a few minutes of sandcastle building, then pretends she wasn’t enjoying it

hyper-competitive during beach volleyball, diving for every ball like it’s a life-or-death situation

inevitably gets sunburned, grudgingly wears Gale’s hat, and glares at anyone who dares to mention it

𓇼 Jaheira 𓇼

doesn't have time for this shit

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the summer is ending, I feel it in my bones, so I just had to write this one hihi

[kinsey3furry300]

My top 5 hairstyles from The Owl House that I am very normal about.

Luz, specifically her in the season 2 finale, and post time-skip.

While in season three Luz spends a lot of time wearing a hat or in Halloween costume, which means we don’t get to see her hair, I still fucking LOVE what the animators did to her hair late in season two/ end of season three, specifically, the little mini-pony tail she’s rocking when she rescues Amity. It’s got a very 1700’s short Queue/ gentlemen’s club-tail pirate vibe to it, giving the whole scene a swashbuckling and romantic vibe as Luz literally climes up onto the balcony of her love interest’s boudoir to rescue her from her evil and overbearing mother, It’s wonderfully practical, romantic, tomboy-ish and playful, and seems like a direct fuck you to Bellos who also wears his hair in a similar tied-back style.

look at those pants tucked into tall boots and tell me they weren't thinking pirate.

It hints at a volume and springiness of hair that make you realise that the animators and design team actually considered Luz’s Afro-Latina roots before promptly forgetting that again for most of season 3, only to bring it back for the post time-skip Luz. 9/10

Amity, specifically the change in hair colour.

This is just great character design: using the character’s visual design to communicate information about her to the audience: her hair is neat, prim, proper… restraining, very tied back, not at all free, and not only is it clearly a dye job, but a bad one, with the visible change in colour at the roots. You can tell from her hair, she is not happy with who she is at that point in her life. She’s had her hair done to blend in with the twins and her mother, be a part of a matched set, and you can see how she doesn’t care for it or she would have done something about those roots: bits of the real her, bits of her father’s influence, bleed through without Amity even realising. And then… BLAM.

Change to a purple do, the colour of abominations reflecting her talents and passions, which incorporates hints of her natural brown hair deliberately and thoughtfully. It’s even called out by the twins that her mom would hate it. It’s also a very similar colour to the purple on the Bi pride flag, and seconds after Luz see’s her with it for the first time, Amity kisses Luz for the first time. New hair, new her. It’s a colour that pairs well with the blues and purples Luz typically wears, and close to the shade you would get if you colour-averaged the Dominican Republics’ flag (thought that’s probably just a coincidence). It’s Amity rejecting who her mother wants her to be, and embracing the person Luz sees her as, and I Love it. 9.5/10

Principle Bump

You mean to tell be that Pallisman was hiding yards upon yards of the most beautiful silky flowing hair I’ve ever seen in a cartoon? Sir, you can not just drop that much swag mid-way thought season two, and not in the presence of minors, it’s just too sexy. 10/10.

And speaking of too damn sexy… Eda Cawthorne, the Owl Lady.

Oh my god yes. Just yes. Chef’s kiss perfection. Hair so voluminous it has dominates the outline of the character creating a distinct silhouette even at distance, hair that bobs and move in the action sequences with it’s own weight an gravity. I’m amazed she can walk, let alone strut, given that her centre of gravity must be a foot behind her head. Hair so voluminous you struggle to hide it when you’re in disguise, and so magical it has it’s own pocket dimension for storage and/or is just so big you can keep stuff in there like a handbag.  By the Titan, drown me in your hair Owl Lady.

Special shout out to the pre-curse Eda hair as well: Flaming red, with her golden eyes, her narrow, pointed face and (even for a witch) huge pointed ears and the two hanging bits at the front that look like fox-tails? You just know Raine took one look at this and the carved their Fox Pallisman the very next day (and while it’s cannon that carving Owlbert was an attempt by Eda to reclaim some positive association with owls in her mind post-curse, the fact Raine looks like an owl with their big round glasses and little round face must have been on Eda’s mind:  it’s my headcanon they carved their Pallisman’s to look like each other.)

11/10, perfect character design.

And finally, Vee, particularly right at the end of season three.

SHE HAS A BIG MANE OF HAIR TO HIDE HER EARS AND IT LOOKS LIKE AN AXOLOTL’S GILLS! SHE HAS ACTUAL AXOLOTL HAIR AND IT HIDES HER LITTLE EARS! THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN JUST LOOK AT THIS LITTLE AXOLOTIL GIRL! 200/10!

[end23]

In my opion

IN THE WIZARD BIG HAT OR HOOD DEBATE

is bolth are good but depents on the settibg and what a mage needs

Flopy wizard hat

Pros

-big wizard vibes

-keeps head cool

-surprisingly decent for adventuring due to its resistance against elements

-stroage

-EVERY ONE WILL KNOW YOUR A WIZARD!

Cons

-EVERY ONE WILL KNOW YOUR A WIZARD,

-also may be confused for a witch

-if not the adventuring kind of had very bad blocks vision and can fall off a lot

-Can block the view from spell targets

-Put a big old target on you sing I’m a guy can cast explosions hit me first

….

Wizard HOOD

Pro

-low level wizard vibes for hideing

-can pass off, has some normal or hide a amongst a crowd

-Can easily protect against elements due to it being a hood

-Shades eye to make one looks cooler

-could be used with a robe to make a Snooge

-can be VERY COOL AND Edgy 

Cons

-No one will know you’re a wizard. What’s a common is the most people would think that I was wearing a hood he must be a wizard nope.

-not as wizarly

-no stroage

….

As you can see, who’s are very good for the common secret wizard if there’s a witchhunt going on or mirrors are very well liked hood is incredibly useful keep the culture of meters and above all else can be merge with every day gear and enchanted to give secret protection, also it’s the far more normal in modern times to wear a hoodie so there’s that.

Wizard hats, however, our wizard hats. If you wear them, you want everyone to know you are a wizard you’re not trying to hide it you want everyone to know that you can blow them up with your mind along that was his hats can easily go with most items with a little bit of tinkering need to be done along with that, it’s also just cool though if they’re built incorrectly if they could be more of a hassle and not be as cool as the hood.

In short

Hood= secret mage and wants to lay low

Ponity/big hat= I am a wizard. Everyone should know I am a wizard. 

[jai-lovely]

Withered Evelynn

Warnings: blood, flesh, abandonment(Merle), Walker, gore, tell me if I missed any!

Chapter 4!

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The feeling of fingers brushing through her hair disturb her from her dreams.

The blue tent was warm, and smelt like febreze mixed with sweat. Evelynn rolled over on the air mattress to see that it was her brother beside her. Evelynns yawns sitting up, rubbing her eyes to help herself wake up, "hey sleepy head" Gillian says as he brushes her bed head out of her face. The young girl looks over at him, her face puffy with sleep, "hi" she said quietly. Gillain smiles at her, before standing up as much as he could in the tent, "it's a warm day, so wear sunscreen and a hat, and Evelynn I mean it, put on sunscreen" he says putting his hands on his hips, acting like a tv show mom. 

"I will promise" the girl says looking up at him, Gillian nods before stepping out and zipping the tent closed.

The knots in her hair were deadly, every little move she would make with the brush would pull on her brown locks, making her whine. Evelynn throws the brush on the air mattress with a groan filled with frustration, before crawling over to her backpack resting against the blue fabric of the tent. 

The day where they were packing to leave the city, Evelynn just packed everything that she always uses daily, including; a hair brush, tooth brush, overalls, a few of her favourite striped shirts, coach smiths hat, deodorant, underwear, socks, her whale shark named; spot, and hopefully her detangling spray.

Reaching into the pink bag, the girl feels around, stopping when she feels a familiar bottle, she quickly pulls out the detangling spray and does a silent cheer, clutching the bottle in both hands.

As she grabs her hat putting it on her head, she looks over to the sunscreen. With a groan she grabs the sunscreen putting it all over her face and arms, before stepping out of the tent into the hot sun. Adjusting the overall straps on her shoulders, and looking around for her brother, only to see him standing with Glenn talking with him. 

Sighing she begins walking to a little spot in the shade. Her overalls being a little too big, causing them to drag on the ground, but she couldn't care less, all she wanted to do was sit in the shade, to protect herself from the hot sun.

Evelynn sits in the dirt, alone, drawing random stuff into the earth using a stick. Her mind wanders off, as she jabs the stick into the dirt.

Evelynn thinks about how much the world is like the movie 9, the one with the little dolls and they have to live, and try to defeat killer machines, but instead of killer machines, Evelynn got dead people coming back to life. 

A nudge on her shoulder broke her out her thoughts. She turns her head to see Carl standing behind her, "why are you alone?" He asks, Evelynn looks up at him shrugging "didn't wanna bother ya and Sophia" she says jabbing the stick into the ground.

Carl frowns, grabbing her hand pulling her off the ground, "come on!" He says loudly, before she can say anything, they're running past everyone in camp, headed to a little spot by the trees.

Eventually they run into Sophia and stop running, "wanna play hide and seek tag?" Carl asked the two girls, a big grin on his face, the girls nod, "not it" Sophia says putting her finger on her nose. Evelynn wastes no time putting her finger on her nose, only for Carl to do it after her.

The boys nose scrunches up, "No i'm not it! Evelynn did it after me" the boy says flaring his arms around, Sophia shakes her head at Carl, as her way of saying 'don't be a poor sport'. 

With a huff from Carl he turns around giving the girls a chance to run. Evelynn quickly takes off to the direction of a few tall trees. Her footsteps come to a stop though. There was a deer running in the woods, its beautiful antlers standing high, golden brown fur shining in the sun's glow. 

"Ready or not! Here I come!" Carl yells as he begins running around. Evelynn looks away from the deer, not wanting to disturb it, she runs the opposite direction, only to see Carl chasing Sophia to a little huddle of trees, she runs over with a big smile on her face, her shoes hitting the bumpy rocks underneath her, but stops as she sees Carl and Sophia stop in front of the huddle.

Evelynn quickly walks up to them "guys why aren't you playing any-", she pauses "more.." her voice gives out as she stands between Carl and Sophia. 

The deer she saw earlier, the beautiful golden brown deer, now laying in a bright red pool of its own blood, with a walker kneeling over it, gnawing on its flesh.

"Dad!" Carl yells backing up from the scene in front of him, "mom! mama!" Sophia shrieks running back to camp.

Evelynn freezes looking at the flesh eating monster. The deer, who was once living and breathing, now on the ground in the hands of the dead. She feels her chest tighten, her palms get sweaty and her breathing quicken. The walker turns to look at her but as soon as it stands up, a pole hits its head, making it fall on the ground.

Evelynn is quickly pulled away by her arms and spun around to see her brother crouching in front of her. "Eve are ya okay? Ya ain't bit?" Gillian says frantically lifting the girls arms before dropping them and turning her head to check her neck, "I'm okay" she breathes out putting her hand on her chest "Im alr'ight".

Gillian looks at her, his eyebrows creased with concern, before quickly standing up and pulling the girl towards his side, to hold her there.

"Son of 'a bitch, that's ma deer!" A voice yells, the younger Dixon coming out of the forest, into Evelynns field of vision. "Look at it, all gnawed on by this," he stops himself, " Filthy, disease-bearing,, motherless proxy based!" Daryl yells kicking the carcass of the walker with each word, Making Evelynn cringe with disgust.

Dale raises his hands “calm down son that's not helping", Daryl raises his head to the old man, eyebrow twitching. "What do ya know'bout it old man, why don't ya take that stupid hat, and go back to 'on golden pond' huh" he growls, making Evelynn look up to her brother, mouthing 'what's a golden pond', Gillian shakes his head, rubbing her arm.

"What do ya think? Do ya think we can cut round this chewed up part right' er" Daryl says gesturing around the chewed up meat with his knife. 

"I wouldn't risk that" Shane says, putting his hands on his hips, making Daryl sigh "damn shame".

Suddenly the walker starts to silently move its jaw, despite it being decapitated, no one seems to notice except Evelynn, so she waves her hand slightly to get Daryl's attention before pointing at the walker.

Daryl looks at her, his expression the same as before, but then noticing her pointing to the walker. "Come on people what the hell" he says before raising his crossbow and shooting the walker in the head, "it's gotta be the brain, don't yall know nothin".

Daryl puts his crossbow back over his shoulder before walking away, his heavy boots hitting against the gravel below him.

"Merle! Get yer ugly ass out here! I got us some squirrel! Let's stew' em up!" Daryl yells walking up to the middle of the campsite by the fire pit.

Only to stop himself and look around for his older brother.

"Daryl, just slow up a bit, I need to talk to you" Shane says walking up to Daryl using his serious cop voice. "Bout what" the younger Dixon says, putting his rope of squirrels over his shoulder, and adjusting his crossbow.

Shane looks around, seeing others nodding at him urging him on, "About Merle.. there was a, there was a problem in Atlanta" he says his hands on his hips, "he dead?" Daryl asks.

Shane shakes his head "we don't know", this makes Daryl scrunch his face up, wiping his eyes with his fingers, "he either is or he ain't!" He yells, swinging his arm towards the cop.

The whole group stood behind Shane, including Evelynn, who was holding her brother's hand.

She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be alone without Gillian, not knowing if he's dead or alive.

Evelynn hears Rick, Carl's dad introduce himself  to Daryl, but she can't help but let her mind spiral, what if Gillian were to disappear? What would she do, she would be all alone, with no one. Evelynn subconsciously squeezes her brother's hand tighter, making him rub the back of her tiny hand with his thumb, watching the scene in front of him unfold.

The sound of struggle and gravel moving makes Evelynn look back up to the people in front of her.

Her eyes widen seeing Daryl in a chokehold by Shane, Rick standing in front of them both.

"I would like to have a calm discussion on this topic, do you think we can manage that?" Rick says putting his gun away, only being met by silence "do you think we can manage that" he repeats trying to get a confirmation. "Hmm?" Shane says trying to get Daryl to answer, "mhm yeah" Daryl grunts, making Shane let him go.

The archer quickly gets off his knees pushing himself away from Shane, grabbing his crossbow and putting it back on his shoulder "what I did was not on a whim, your brother does not work well with others" Rick says in a calm voice to not alarm anyone.

T-dog quickly steps up beside Rick, "it's not Rick's fault, I had the keep, I dropped it" he says putting his head down ashamed. Evelynn can't help but frown a bit, T-dog is a nice guy he wouldn't do anything to hurt anyone, even Merle.

"Ya couldn't pick it up?" Daryl questions raising an eyebrow at him, "well.." T-dog began "I dropped it down a drain" he says kicking the earth underneath his feet, "if it's supposed to make me feel better, it don't".

T-dog nods before speaking "well, maybe this will, look I chained the door to the roof.. so the geeks couldn't get at him, with a padlock, it's gotta count for something" he says rubbing his hands together.

"To Hell with all yall! Just tell me where he is so I can go get'em!" Daryl yells, swinging his arm at everyone as he paces. 'He likes swinging his arms a lot,' Evelynn thought as she watched everyone.

Lori stepped up looking at her husband "he'll show you, isn't that right?", Rick looks at her, nodding in confirmation, "I'm going back" and with that ending the conversation, Lori stomps back to the Rv, even though she's the one who basically recommended it.

Evelynn sits on a camping chair, the rough fabric surprisingly not too uncomfortable, she sits there watching the whole group gather around a truck, getting ready to go get Merle.

 Out of the corner of her eye, Evelynn sees a figure walking towards her, adjusting her hat, she sees Carl walking up with his hand behind her back.

"Here" Carl says handing Evelynn a flower, it was a simple daisy. "What's this for?" She asks him, reaching forward and taking it in between her fingers, Carl looks at the big group of people, before back at the young girl in front of him, "I saw how upset you were, y'know, when my dad came back, and, I don't know, I just, felt bad I guess" the boy shrugs at the end, looking at the ground before back to the flower in the girls hand.

Evelynns eyes start to sting, as she looks down at the flower in her hands, rolling it in between her fingers, "thanks Carl" she says quietly, not looking up at him.

Carl frowns, "I didn't mean to make you upset," he says, still looking at the girl. Evelynn shakes her head at the boy's statement "ya didn't".

Carl just nods before looking back at the group, "I'll talk to you later, see ya Evelynn" the boy says before walking away from the girl, to his dad.

Evelynn just continues looking at the flower in her hand, ignoring the harsh footsteps approaching her.

"Think he likes ya" the voice says from behind her. Evelynns eyes widen as she turns in the chair to see the man behind her.

Daryl looks at the small girl before looking at the group arguing by the truck, "no he don't" the girl says looking at him. The corner of Daryl's mouth twitches up for a second, but he quickly refrains himself from letting it happen anymore. "Whatever you say kid, whatever ya say" he says before walking past her beginning to walk to the group. 

"Wait!" The young girl says loudly, catching the archer's attention, "hm" he grunts, not angrily, but a sign that he's paying attention, "I'm sorry bout yer brother, I can't imagine being in yer shoes" the girl says from the chair, playing with her hands.

Daryl's eyes soften a bit while looking at the young girl, he's noticed the bond between her and Gillian, it's definitely a lot better than his and Merle's, but he's seen how much they rely on each other. "Thanks kid, yer wise for yer age" Daryl nods his head at the girl before turning back around and walking back to the group.

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Daryl and Eves first interaction!

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Your Person is Nightmare Steve

Your Place is a Drive-In Theater

Your Thing is a Halloween Mask

pick your poison

18+ONLY, gore, nightmares, blood, terror, star-crossed lovers, gender neutral reader but the pronouns she/her are mentioned in song lyrics. These blurbs are rattled out quickly from head to throttle, so I hope there aren't too many errors.

word count: 747

He was working as a hotdog vendor when he spotted you that night. Steve pushed the paper devil mask up into his thick mess of hair to get a better look, palming a Wonder bread bun with a messy squirt of mustard.

His mask attached to a modest string, tied in a bow at the back of his head, but yours was latex, a white skull with a ghoul nose and several blacked-out teeth.

Everyone had to wear a mask that night, those were the unspoken rules. Others were coming out of the corn fields in groups, filtering in to find a vacant vehicle to claim. You followed the crowd as if you knew what you were doing, shuffling along under a night sky that burned several shades of twilight blue.

There were green witches and zombies, black cats with yellow eyes, and evil clows with big hair and tiny hats. One had the head of a bird, a raven maybe, and it occurred to you that perhaps that was their real head, though it didn't seem polite to ask.

The one in the devil mask behind the food cart held a limp hotdog on a fork up in the air as if to offer it to you, dripping water, but you just kept walking, pretending not to notice him out of the corner of your vision.

The golden oldie Runaway by Del Shannon crackled out of the speakers, and once it ended, it started all over again. The scattered automobiles might've also been the sight of a junkyard, the way they were all rusted and riddled with bullet holes. Much of the interior was ripped or gutted, the grass dusted with shards of broken glass that nestled there like glitter or fallen stars.

There was condensation inside the confines of your disguise, and you peeled up the bottom to sneak a quick breath. The theater screen loomed blank in the sky, backed by endless, creeping night.

"It's almost time," the devil said. He was in front of you, blocking the aisle toward the screen. He pushed the mask up into his hair so that you could see his face.

"Time for what?" Your heart stuttered at the familiar chocolate suede of his eyes.

He leaned in, whispering. "Time to get out of here, if you know what I mean."

You didn't, but okay.

He turned to lead the way and you followed, up the hay loft ladder to the roof of the projection house. Runaway was on another cycle as Steve took your hand to help you along the ledge, gesturing for you to sit.

A countdown flickered on the screen, but the music was till blaring.

tears are fallin' and I feel the pain

wishin' you were here by me

to end this misery

"I hope you enjoy the show," his voice was different, deeper. Steve squeezed your hand, and you craned your neck to peer down through the eye holes to see the end product of his fingers intertwined with yours.

Once golden skin was now the color of red poppies, you followed the arm up to broad, bare shoulders, a sharp jawline, and two horns that were thick enough to belong to a bull.

A confident smile slashed his mouth to show pointed teeth, and the whites of his eyes were black as coal.

He was no longer wearing a mask. He was the devil.

I wonder

I wo-wo-wo-wo wonder

why why-why-why-why-why

she ran away...

The countdown on the screen ended and was replaced by the flickering scene of a row of cloaked figures in a green pasture with hoods pulled down to hide their faces. If they even had faces.

They stood eerily still for a long while, looming over the gathered patrons in their junkyard vehicles.

But then they were moving, down to the edge of the frame and into the crowd like melting shadows.

People were being dragged from their cars; people were screaming.

People were getting their souls sucked from their meat suits, crumbling to the ground with Jello limbs.

The two of you tilted your heads at the same time to watch blood splatter the now empty pasture scene on the screen.

And I wonder

where she will stay

my little runaway

I run-run-run-run runaway

"Have you thought about where you want to go next?" The devil asked.

You sighed, thinking. More shrieks from down below, more chaos erupting.

"I've always wanted to see Paris."

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 11 - post-war outdoors fashion

Have you had enough of coats and walking dresses already? Too bad; I can talk about this all day.

Especially since Violet never lets up. She’s wearing at least two dead animals in this picture, the brown fur that dominates her coat and probably makes it as warm as expensive, and whatever bird had to leave its feathers for this hat (okay, I shouldn’t be so harsh; she could have gotten those from a perfectly normal seasonal moulting). But still, I’m judging this for the blatant display of affluence during war times.

A little better. I love the champagne velvet collar, although this smocking technique dates it massively, for one because that’s not really a done thing as it doesn’t serve the sleek, streamlined look that’s coming up, and also because this needs so much material and we’re in WWI. Violet repeats this coat in season 4, and with some extra jewelry too – this is one for fancy occasions and dinners with guests.

Something comparatively simple… insofar one can talk of simple at this amount of black silk, but that’s probably why it’s going so low on the decoration. I do like the rolled up braid elements on her shoulders. And a rather understated hat, although since this outfit returns in season 3 as mourning garb, it gets a pretty lace veil added to it. But the coat was introduced in an everyday context, so I’ll just keep it here.

One of those day dresses that Violet wears both in the house and outside. Look, if they don’t change dresses every time they go outside for five paces, I’m not going to be fastidious about it. Love the teal silk on top, and the embroidery practically flows seamlessly from that on the blouse she wears under it, although that is heavily beaded and thus much more sparkly.

This one has definitely more of an outside feel to it; it has a decent lining layer and the top fabric looks rather robust (might be a tweed). I love the structure of both fabrics, the ribbed lining and the checker on top. Since it looks fairly simple, Violet can afford to combine it with a richly patterned blouse and a velvet-covered hat with a colorful flowered wrap.

This. This is one of my tragic favorites, in that I feel she only wears it once and I don’t get any more pictures of it. Red is admittedly an untypical color for Violet (heh, see what I did there?), but just look at this fabric! It’s all wonderful tiny maple leaves! Maple truly has some of the most beautiful leaf shapes. The embroidery on the collar carries on the plant theme and goes a little into pink shades, and for a change, Violet goes with a rather simple blouse, lace though it may be, it is understated and lets the red and black on top do its thing. Also one of her typical big slanting hats, wrapped in matching red tulle. Neat.

With a much more muted color, this blue-almost-grey pinstripe walking dress is one she wears several times, including in her own home. The only decoration is that pretty black and purple lace trim with a small lilac piping around the neck, but I feel pinstripe usually speaks for itself anyway.

This one looks quite similar in shape; Violet is very sure in her style and especially her V-wrap top dresses that she wears both outside and in the house. Interestingly, this has a patterned fabric hiding behind the white lace trim, although it is mostly covered with that pinkish purple chiffon. I’m shocked, shocked I tell you, by the sheer understatement of this hat. A small straw hat with a lil’ cockade? It looks so bourgeois. Violet, honey, are you alright? And I may be mistaken, but I think we see this dress again in season 4 minus the chiffon wrap? Look, this seems to be the same white lace frame.

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Isobel’s coat game is simple but bountiful this season. This black one she’s wearing, I think, during one of Bates’ courtroom procedures. It’s got some embroidery on the lapels, and she chose a blouse that matches nicely with the hat in regards to colors.

Heh, I remember that sailor collar and that eyeroll on Robert. This is one of Isobel’s favorite coats to climb on a soapbox in. It looks nice enough, although imo it could have done with a little less grey and a little more blue. I do like the buttons on the sides, allowing this some waist shaping in times of 1920s “what’s a waist I don’t know her” attitude.

Speaking of said attitude, that would make this style of coat rather a little older. But it is a little bluer, which gets my approval. There’s not much to hate about this, although admittedly, there’s also not much to look at.

Beige pinstripe coat for the win, but I wanna talk about this hat for a hot second. Because several years later, all the way in season 5, this hat reappears on Mrs Hughes. I’m really quite sure she only swapped out the silk ribbon for one with a little embroidery. Now we know that the servants of the house occasionally get clothes from Upstairs, but Isobel doesn’t live at Downton. How does it make sense for her to hand over a hat to Mrs Hughes?

And last but not least, a pretty grey walking suit with a collar framed in black velvet. Looking closer, the fabric is another pinstripe, which earns it some of my instant approval. Interestingly, the hat shape is one I mostly associate with Mary who is quite a bit younger. You know how long this is here? When it has its great comeback? Not after one year, not after three; it returns in goddamn season 5!

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Well, I guess if Violet has to strut her fur coats, so does Cora. At least it’s not so massive. What I find more unusual is that she pairs a black velvet coat with a chestnut brown velvet hat. However, either piece is quite pretty. I love the front of the coat with the big lapels and that big enameled gold button to shut it.

This is one of the pieces that completely change color with the lighting. See that? These are both the same scene, and the coat looks very grey in one shot and very purple in the next. Cora is going with a sailor theme here; I wouldn’t be surprised if the hat and the coat had come in a set, what with the black ribbon trim everywhere.

Tweed! Lovely grey tweed, and I love this style of coat; I find the slightly more voluminous sleeve tops quite a bit more flattering than the all-flat 1920s fashion. Also, with not even the collar lining bringing in a contrast color, this is trying to be a whole understatement, presumably so Cora can flaunt her pheasant feathers with that pretty little brooch on her hat. I don’t think we see this grey hat again, but the feathers will have a come-back.

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Rosamund gets some stylish outside looks this season, although I have to admit that her fur coat looks a tad more like fake fur. It is historically possible, but why ever would a member of the aristocracy wear anything fake when they can afford the real deal? Doesn’t matter; I’ve never looked at real fur up close. Maybe it looks like that. Lovely hat; makes Rosamund look like a film diva in this outfit.

Fake fur begone, authentic velvet incoming. Okay, this just nails it. Look at that silver art deco embroidery around the collar and on the cuffs and pockets! It has pockets. This is a majestic outfit. And then there are the little grape earrings which are fucking adorable.

Another very nice walking suit – I’m here for the curved elements which seem to be entirely decorative on skirt, cuffs and collar, but I think those on the sides of her jacket mark pockets. At least I hope so. I’m also mildly surprised at how nicely the brown tweed adds up with the burgundy velvet hat. And it needs to be mentioned: Crawley cameo ear studs!

Okay, they are more clearly visible in this shot. This is one of the occasions when I’m not sure where to put this regarding purpose; she’s not wearing a hat, but the jacket kind of says walking suit… and it has some darling velvet trim with a silver shimmer. Very smooth and understated otherwise, so Rosamund can afford to go with the ruffliest lace blouse she could find.

This is one of the coats where I wanted to say Rosamund’s eternal curse of repeating other people’s outfits comes in again, but I was wrong: She wears it first, and then Susan MacClare wears it in season 3 and covers that very same collar up with the glamor of a fur stola and a pheasant-feathered hat. There seems to be a theme of people wearing brown tweed for a hunt as much as they do white and off-whites in the garden, and I’m not sure if that’s just tradition or if it actually does anything to camouflage them when they insist on running around with guns and bickering among each other anyway.

[were-wolverine]

percy jackson ep2 live reaction

annabeth being a little creep i love her

fun fact i learned at the pjo NYCC panel: the most grueling part of the show production was making the camp half-blood shirts. they all had to be a specific shade of orange and there had to be a LOT cuz all the campers wear them consistently

very much angsty tween energy

ITS SOOO PRETTYYYYYYYYYY

i love the big house’s design

grover’s little *clop clop clop* hehe

“your highness” book!percy wouldn’t be caught dead saying that shit but it’s still funny cuz i KNOW as soon as he learns more abt the gods all that respect is out the window. book!percy is just a little asshole from the start

Mr D is fucking perfect casting

godDAMN chiron is tall asf

also i fr did not know brunner was pronounced like that

mr d actually being kinda nice to grover??

ITS SO COOL I WANNA GO TO CAMP THERE

riptide my bbg

i need a close up of the inside and outside of all the cabins immediately

Hermes cabin 💪💪💪

there’s a fire pit IN the cabin?? that seems like a hazard. but also magic and it’s fucking cool so

the complete non-reaction to percy’s introduction now vs how people will eventually react to hearing his name is kinda wild

they really did not give this poor boy any time to grieve his mom huh

LUKE

poor percy, his first reaction to being approached is to be defensive :(

CHB necklace!!!!

o shit that scared me. hello wood nymph. is this his mom??? idk how satyrs are born

the tiger shirt 💀

LIKE AN OLD BANANA HGHDGDGDGD

grover :( ur a good friend bb

dream time woooooo. OH THE VOICE IS KRONOS i forgor

“glory” ok nerd

luke really has a whole posse following him around lmao

IS THAT THE LESBIAN FLAG ON CLARISSE’S NECKLACE???

nvm they all have them in that order….

i love that percy has just had that leather necklace from the very start of the show. in preparation for the camp beads :,)

aaaaaaaa a character in a wheelchair that’s so cool!!!!!

no one’s even gonna show him how to use the bow???

this boy is gonna destroy the camp i love him

BRO DID NOT GET THE JOKE AND I FEEL SO SEEN. YES THERES A GREEK GOD OF DISAPPOINTMENT

oh my god i’m gonna cry. percy praying to sally is my favorite change they made in the whole show

“like, real friends” crying luke how dare you betray this sweet darling boy

YOU TELL HIM PERCY!! get his ass

“hey guys! 😃 🤚 can’t sleep huh?” ilysm percy

“do you think you’re special?” oh boy clarisse do you have a big surprise coming. also percy didn’t even tell anyone abt the minotaur that was grover

okay i liked this cgi way better than nancy bobofit’s takedown

annabeth stalker behavior i love you. SHE ADMITS IT TOO I LOVE HERRRE

“annabeth sees the world differently” yeah she’s autistic with a genius iq

sobbing. “she’s my little sister”. pain. the betrayal is gonna hurt so much more

th-alia ??? hm

“until zeus broke the pact” hades, hiding his kids from the 1940s in the lotus hotel: yeah zeus was the one to break it first, obviously

i can’t wait to see who they cast as thalia

“let it rip” i see what you did there 👀 my mind went right to beyblade tho lol

their shields lowkey look like the nightwing symbol :3

SUNSHINE ADDSHFJFHDG

god this set is so fucking cool

cringefail loserboy rizz

THE HAT!!!!!!!!!!!

“he’ll be ready, i know it” *cuts to percy flossing* i love this dumbass so much

lizard :D

exceptional depiction of adhd ty rick

bro really just gave away the location of the flag with no hesitation lol

OH SHIT THAT WAS COOL! the roll into picking up the shield? smooth asf!!!

how tf did the spear even break isn’t it made of like magic metal

she really used him as bait lmao. *pushes him into the water* she’s just testing a hypothesis!!

holy shit the cabin is so cool. kinda spooky tho. i hate to say it but i like the movie version better

“what 😃”

damn they really just blame everything on hades huh. poor guy. i’d hate my siblings too if they gave me a shitty job and made me the scapegoat for a bunch of stuff

why tf is chiron wearing a suit. why.

“i’m sally jackson’s son” YES YOU ARE KING

grover you’re the best ily. chiron you’re giving way too much dumbledore energy i hate it

[wkasaiu]

WAKASA IMAUSHI : shopping, darling.

WAKASA and you were on a date, matching earrings, shoes and basically themes. Both of you were wearing purple shaded clothes, whether it be your tucked in silk shirt or your fluffy lilac shoes to his big dark purple jacket and his purple hat it clearly gives away “were taken by each other” vibes.

Soon both of you reached your destination, a festival park you’ve had your eyes on ever since it has opened. There were various foods and eye-catching accessories scattered around the big area. You dragged him along each and every stall, your hands ending up pretty full from the keychains and phonecases, pins, hats, socks basically every cute pastel colored thing you caught your eyes on, you got.

And who was Wakasa to refuse? Surely he didn’t pay for everything knowing how much of a brat you were, but seeing how the money in your wallet lessened quickly, it upsets him honestly. He wasn’t someone to talk about it though, he hands you money and at first you stare at him in confusion, but then you realized he wanted to pay for the item.

It went over for the next five stalls until you decided to keep the price tag away so he won’t get to peak on it and pay, and so, you silently bought it. “Why’re ya hiding it from me, i wanna see what y’re buying, darling” Wakasa chuckled, eyebrow raised in confusion with your sudden action.

“I dont want you paying for everything kasa, your presence alone is enough” You chuckled lightly as he scratched the back of his neck, showing that he was indeed flustered.

“Hmm okay then, whatever y’want” In the end he agreed anyways, he’ll just fill up your wallet while your fast asleep on the bed from the exhaustion of roaming around the whole park for hours.

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little side story: after you got home you did sleep right after falling into bed, giving him the chance to slip in a few thousands into it, its as if you never spent on yourself either way.

shinichiro called at that night, asking wakasa for some cash and he only replied with “im broke” after giving you all his cash, not like he doesnt have more in his bank account though.

@wkasaiu, 2023. | like and reblog if you loved it !!

[ladylooch]

Kev & baby Luca with matching pool shorts

“Babe!” Kevin yells into the house. He has Luca with him. Our son is babbling in his car seat, sucking on his hand. 

“Yeah?” I ask, poking my head out of the powder room. I’m finishing cleaning, then we are having a family pool day. The heat in the Midwest has reached ridiculous heights. Don’t even get us started on the humidity. The only way to stop me from going crazy is to be in our new, in-ground pool.

“Look at what I got!” 

“Hold on.” Kevin sighs with a huff. I’m obviously ruining his buzz of excitement. I wash my hands quickly, then come out patting them on my shorts to dry faster. He is holding a black bag in his hands, one hand disappearing into it. “Ready.” I gesture with a smile.

“Your boys… are gonna look so good in our new pool.” I bite my lip. Kevin whips out two pairs of swim trunks. Luca sees them and immediately squeals in excitement. 

“Rubber duckies!!!!!” I start laughing, coming closer to look at them.“He saw them at Target and was so excited. So we gonna match.” I grab Luca’s holding them up to admire.

“This is so cute, babe.” I murmur, then lean up for a kiss. “You’re so sweet.”

“Yeah. Thought you could wear your yellow bikini.” 

“Oh so we all match?”

“Yeah… and cause I like the way it kinda doesn’t fit quite right here.” He cups a boob. “Lil’ family time and a show, no?”

“You’re so desperate for a feel these days.” I joke. “I’m ready to go if you are.” 

“Yeah, I’ll get Luca ready.” Kevin takes him out of his car seat, then hoots and hollers all the way upstairs to his room. After hockey, swimming is Kevin’s favorite activity. I can never get him out of the pool when we are on vacation. I am hoping with having one at home it gives us more time to do other things now.

I meet the boys at the pool with a white cover up over my yellow bikini. Kevin frowns, gesturing to the back yard. 

“Take it off. It’s just us.” He knows I’m still a little self conscious about what pregnancy left on my body. I toss the cover up onto the chair and he whistles. “You’re so hot.” He groans. A blush dusts my cheeks as he cat calls me the entire walk to the stairs. “Making my rubber duckies stretch in here, baby.” I hide my face with my hand briefly, smiling behind it. “Squeak squeak!”

“Oh my god.” I giggle. He wades over to me with Luca. Along with the twining shorts, our son is wearing his blue sun shirt, bucket hat, and his life jacket. 

“Seriously. Wanna get you saddled up here.”

“Ah!” Luca yells, stopping my response. Then a high pitched squeal when Kevin brings his dripping fingers over to hit his bucket hat. 

“Are you having the best day? Went to work with daddy, got to go shopping, and now in the pool! You are going to take such a long nap.” I murmur, adjusting his bucket hat lid to flip up so he can see better. “Give mama and daddy plenty of time in here alone.” My gaze drags up Kevin’s chest, beyond his thick throat and plumped lips to his eyes. I can see his craving there. I suck my cheeks in, wading closer. He pulls me flush to him. He was not kidding about stretching rubber duckies.

Kevin and I work with Luca, helping him float on his back. At first he resists, then he likes the gentle rocking of the water. Kevin brought a few of Luca's water toys out too. Luca holds a purple octopus in his hand, squeezing it and watching as the pool water shoots out onto Kevin’s chest. He giggles, doing it again and again and again until he is beside himself, choking from laughter. 

“Our silly boy.” Kevin murmurs, bringing him back up from floating to rest against his chest. Luca settles in, long blinks starting. A yawn stretches his little mouth, then he rubs at his eyes with his fist. “Sleepy boy too.”

We leave the pool, going to the side where our chaise loungers are and a big umbrella to shield the patio with shade. Kevin gets Luca out of his wet clothes, then changes his diaper. He puts his swim stuff out in the sun to dry as I wrap myself up in a towel. Kevin replaces Luca on his chest, then drapes a towel over the two of them. Luca is out instantly as Kevin rubs his back gently. He looks so adorable with his smooched cheek and lopsided mouth.

Kevin reaches for my hand. I lace our fingers together, then kiss along his knuckles, thanking the universe for the sweetest boys being mine.

[greeneyed-thestral]

"Say, what time is it? I wouldn't want to keep you up 'till late, y'know with your shop and everything. It's been rather a long day." said Crowley, after emptying the last glass of wine Aziraphale had poured him.

"Oh, it's no problem really. No one actually knows when the bookshop is meant to be open. And anyway I don't think I would be able to sleep yet. I still can't believe we pulled that off without our miracles-- and on the West End!" said Aziraphale, with a big smile that surely wouldn't have worn off for at least another while.

"Such a big success, maybe they are talking about it on the radio. Or maybe someone has noticed a couple of nazi zombies leaving the theatre and they're talking about that. Shall we check?" and Crowley got up from his chair, wobbling a little, to switch on the radio. "That certain night The night we met There was magic abroad in the air" Crowley didn't even have time to change station, because Aziraphale had already got up on his feet, swaying towards him, a full glass in one hand, the demon's hand in the other.

"What are you doing?" said Crowley, blushing for his friend's sudden choice to grab him, but not really pushing him away. He was very glad he was wearing glasses in that moment.

"I've never heard this song and yet...it seems so right, don't you feel so?" said a tipsy Aziraphale, and somehow his head was now on Crowley's chest, his puffy cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

"You are drunk, angel."

"We can sober up whenever we want, we can't always dance though!" The angel kept swaying gently, while Crowley took away the glass of wine from his hand, like a responsable grown-up that knows when the other has had enough.

Aziraphale tried to fight him a bit, and so gravity had the best on both of them. They were now on the floor, lying next to each other. "The whole darn world seemed upside down." They couldn't help but laugh as they tried to get up. But in truth, Aziraphale rolled closer to Crowley and found himself on top of him. He removed his glasses, as he often wanted to do, to see Crowley's pretty yellow eyes.

"It was such a romantic affair And when you turned and smiled at me..." Aziraphale leaned over, his warm hands on Crowley's cheeks. And then it just happened. A happy kiss, that started out as two smiles meeting. The kind that children give each other on the playground. "How strange it was How sweet and strange There was never a dream to compare" They opened their eyes, still laughing, unaware of what they had just done. Aziraphale sitting on Crowley's belly, his hands on his breathing chest. Crowley with his knees bended, supporting Azi's back, his fingers resting on the angel's thighs. "Ah, this heart of mine beat loud and fast Like a merry go round in a fair" "I-- I'm so sorry Crowley, I--I don't know, I wasn't thinking! It must have been the alcohol and the song and, y'know all the excitement from the night and--" said Aziraphale in panic, with tears, no longer of laughter, now streaming down his face. "Angel, don't overthink it, really. It was an accident, I understand." Crowley lied, trying to get up and hiding his face behind the glasses he managed to grab back. "Please, tell me I didn't ruin this night." said Aziraphale seriously, and he grabbed Crowley's hand as he tried to look through those black lenses. "Everything is fine, I mean it. Listen, here's what we're gonna do. Tomorrow I'm coming back, without saying anything; you can do your little apology dance, if it makes you feel better, and I'll just know. We won't ever have to talk about it again." And yet, they probably both wanted to say something more.

"Oh, thank you. ...Perhaps from now on that's the only dancing we should stick to."

"I do love seeing you do it. Maybe you should have to apologize more often." Crowley smirked and put his hat back on his head. "Was that a dream or was it true?"

[castlebyersafterdark]

I don't understand the hate about this outfit like he looks goofy but he was cute in this!!!

omg it's my time to shine hahah i love talking costumes! firstly, mike's shirt is described as orange here by the costume designer so its not part of the blue and yellow theory really, sorry y'all! but we dont need that as byler evidence cos theyre clearly in love anyway. will was definitely judging his ensemble and my fav part is the way it says 'SURF' splashed across the back in huge pastel letters. it's an all-round cringe shirt for mike wheeler whose personality does NOT suit surfer boy style let alone fake, ill-fitting surfer boy knock off style haha. so really what the costume designers were doing is not trying to make mike look objectively bad in terms of out of context outfit, but rather its so awkward for his character and delivers the awkward vibes in as little time as possible in order to set the tone of the scene. so we can add into this...

the camera angle showing him cluelessly looking around for them

the way he's wearing sunglasses indoors, a feat only julian casablancas can pull off. mike wasnt on the concourse, he was never exposed to sunlight since he got on the plane in indianapolis and perhaps not even then lmao, no need for shades!

his goofy wave and squeaky, performative voice 'oh! oh hi will! fancy seeing you here!'

and the biggest culprit of all: THAT HAT

I mean, what is that hat? its the way its sat on his head making his hair look like a wig. major worzel gummidge vibes tbh. that hat cannot be worn with hair down, it should be with a high ponytail which makes me think is this even a man's hat? subtle costume design.

and lastly, the clothes are ill-fitting (just like his hellfire shirt which hangs off him and washes him out, making him look pallid and weary in episode 1). the orange washes him out, making his skin look extra pale (compare to the warmth of the van scene and how golden his skin looks there). the purple shirt does the same, and the vest is far too big for him. finn described the whole outfit, but mainly the flip flops as 'gross' lol, but its made worse by the sheer contrast of mike to will and el and everyone. he's so not cool here, in every way. perfect costume design storytelling!

so yeah, these details are subjective really, but then again you could say all of art is subjective. they try to create a mood and make you feel certain things when watching, and some people just won't get it. thats not a bad thing, but i think recognising when your taste butts heads with the artistic intention is very interesting! i always found mike to be a babe but i cringed so hard when he rocked up in this ensemble lmao. and i think the duffers wanted me to! compare it to how much his brown hair and pale skin suits the forest greens of season 1 and 2. mike is an autumnal colour complexion, not spring/summer pastels :)

THANK YOU for this! I love costume and wardrobes but I don't really feel like my knowledge base is adequate to deep dive beyond surface level vibes and this was a cool read.

Also yes! to the minimizing 'color theory' a little - it's a nice element for these two but I think too much stock is placed in what's a minor detail when so much more is important about these characters. And agree, Will was totally judging - even if he's into Mike, it's so clear that he's doing something out of character and awkward and trying to put on a different image for his girlfriend. I don't necessarily think the outfit is ugly - simply not Mike. That's what I'm saying but oh man, so right on every point. It's a very good storytelling tool. Yes, it's ill-fitting and the coloring makes him look off, like everything about how he's presenting himself is wrong. Overcompensation. Desaturation. I find the mistaken effort endearing, which I think is the point as well. The cringe along with the oh, Mike. He tried so hard and it turned out so wrong. You feel for him!!

(Hides though 🫣 as I'd absolutely wear the hat, I love an ugly hat. Then again - I go out of my way to wear ugly fashion on purpose sometimes because it's fun and amuses me, but that's a pointed choice haha. Mike probably thought it all was cool. I am not trying to be cool ever.)

He is an autumn boy! Fall colors and fall in general! Loved your take, very good insights. Agree agree, there's a lot of meaningful layers here and reasons for what we saw in that scene.

[didyoutrydynamite]

Gah?! This is gonna torture me unless I do this! But have an adorable witch!

Name: Abi Galum

Age: 17

Gender: female

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: bicurious

Race: Human

Appearance: Long blonde and black hair that reaches way past her feet to the point it actually trails. Has pale freckled skin with a little keyhole shaped birthday under her right eye. Her eyes are dull shade of silver not to point she has silver eye powers though. Has a traditional witch hat that’s about one size too big along with a black and white striped shirt with sleeves that are longer then they should be that hides her hands. She usually wears grey overalls with an attachable silver hip cape. Typically goes bare foot but wears sandals on occasion.

Semblance: Mirror Mirror-Abi can basically turn herself into a living voodoo doll basically being able to transfer whatever pain she receives to anyone else in her line of sight the damage doesn’t transfer only the pain of the attack.

Weapon: Schwarzer Nagel-a set of dust nails made from discarded nevermore feathers infused with dust she throws like darts or holds between her fingers to act like claws sometimes uses them to set her semblance off in fights against others.

Personality-Abi is a girl who has been raised from birth to be a witch with their only real contact with the outside world being cartoons from about five decades ago. Making her act like a Saturday morning cartoon villain at times. Oddly wholesome viewing grimm as adorable while viewing regular animals as terrifying creatures.

Other: has a stutter that gets worse the more nervous she becomes

Had to create this or else I would lose my mind with the idea stuck in my brain hope she can find her way into JNRZ as a small time reoccurring villain maybe turned anti-hero

Already our first Witch OC! I accept her and will use her for a later project. Keep in mind, Witches are not going to be a focus in Year 1 so don't expect to see this character in canon anytime soon.

Oh if any are straining about what Hex Weapons would look like, just imagine them as Bloodborne Trick Weapons. They're pretty much simplified MechaShift weapons like Huntsmen have, just a few parts are built from Grimm remains. It doesn't require to be entirely made of Grimm parts, it could be something as simple as being quenched in Grimm Blood when being forged.

[missfraise]

Forgiven you are Flowey's POV

This is a fanfic with fanarts about Eddie and Flowey's reunion. This is Flowey's POV. Here's Eddie's

Info:

Eddie and Frank are married for less than a year and combined their last name.

Frank uses he/they pronouns

Home use he/they/it pronouns

Hope you enjoy ^^

She was waiting under her umbrella.

She was waiting because he was late.

She was waiting because he probably forgot, again. She doesn’t mind.

She was waiting at school.

She was waiting for a teenage man, holding a post hat in one hand and a bag in the other.

She was waiting for a teenage man, wearing the post office uniform.

A teenage man with yellow-orange skin and orange cheeks, an oval face, red hair, a big cuboid-shaped nose and big black eyes that cross hers.

When she turns to him, she gives him a gentle smile.

“You forgot about me again?” she ask with a chuckle.

“I’m-”

“It’s okay” she cuts him off, holding the flower to him “I already forgiven you.”

He looks down at the purple to blue shade flower before taking it with a smile.

“You made one again, huh?”

“Because I know when it is your turn to pick me up, you would be late because you forgot. And when you do, you always feel bad when you realize it. So I make a ‘Forgiven-you-are’ flower so you stop feeling bad.”

“You also do it because you know I like this flower.”

“That too.”

The teenage man and the little girl giggles. He puts the flower in his chest pocket before reaching out the girl’s hand.

“Come on sis’, let’s go home before we catch a cold.”

--

When she opened her black eyes, she was met with a green ceiling.

“What a nice memory...” the red-hair thought out loud.

She took a few seconds before sitting on her bed, looking down at her blue and red nightdress, then around her new bedroom. Right. She just moved into her new house. She looks at the window next to her bed to look outside. The sun just start to rise behind the trees.

Wait. Trees? Where was the neighbor’s house?

She opens the windows to get a better view around. Her garden and greenhouse were still there, but there were no houses against her fences. When she turns her head round, she sees a yellow house with a green roof on her right and a blue house with paint stains on the walls and a red-orange roof.

Did her house move to a new town? Oh man… It means she has to present herself to her new neighbors…

It’s not that she doesn’t like to meet new people. It’s just that she is horribly shy and would try to hide the moment she hears someone’s voice.

She whines before getting out of her bed and going to her closet, taking out a white cream shirt and light sky blue pants. She then goes to the bathroom to prepare herself for the day.

“I think I’ll do some gardening first.” she thought aloud.

Once she’s done, she comes down the stairs and enters the little living room connected to the kitchen. She approaches the dining table to pick up the rainbow basket with her red gardening gloves inside and gives a kiss on the sunflower next to it.

“Good morning, Sol.”

She then goes to the kitchen and picks up her rainbow apron and her yellow hat from the coat stand next to the back door and put them on her before opening the door. She looks around her garden to see if nothing was missing.

Greenhouse, tools shed, plants, trees, bushes…

Everything was there. She smiles, put her gloves on and starts working. She goes to an apple tree to pick three red apples and start eating one. Once she’s done eating, she goes to a flower bed cover in purple to blue flowers and start to pick them up and put them in the basket, humming to herself.

“Nice tune.”

“AH!”

She immediately jumps into the closest bush at the sound of the stranger's voice and hides. A few seconds later, she hears a little laugh and decides to get her head out at eye level.

On the other side of the fence, elbow resting on it and head in his hand, was standing a small blue-hair man, looking at her right in the eyes, smiling. He was wearing a red scarf just like her, a white shirt under a blue jacket, a red, orange, yellow and blue striped pants and white and blue shoes.

“Ah, ah, I’m sorry if I scared you, neighbor.” he says in a monotonous voice.

The new neighbor blushes at the situation and gets out of the bush.

“These flowers are pretty. What are they?”

“O-Oh! They are my creations. I call them ‘Forgiven-you-are’.” she answers.

“What a nice name. ‘Forgiven-you-are’. You give them to people when you forgive them?”

“Yes, exactly, hum… Mister?”

“Oh my! With all of this, I forgot to present myself. I a Wally Darling. I live in the red house right in front of you. His name is Home.” answer the little man, reaching his hand.

“Flowey Flora.” answer the lady, shaking his hand. “I just arrived here.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Flora. Yes, your home wasn’t there yesterday. It is always good to have new neighbors.”

“Likewise.”

“Since you are new in town, would you like me to take you on a tour?”

“Oh! It would be nice. Thank you!”

She picks up her basket.

“Do you know how many neighbors we have?”

“Including me and Home, we are nine, ten with you. Why?”

“To pick the right amount of daisies. They symbolize new beginnings, and since I am new here...”

She goes to the daisies flower bed and picks the right amount as well as many apples before coming back to Wally, handing an apple as well as a daisy and a ‘forgiven-you-are’.

“Here you go, mister Darling.”

Wally stares a moment at the apple before taking it and the flowers and closing his eye. A piece of the apple goes missing, like it was bitten.

“This apple is delicious, Miss Flora. Thank you.”

Flowey blinks a few times, not understanding what just happen.

“You just… blinked?”

“This is how I eat.”

“Oh- I see.”

“Shall we go, Miss Flora?”

“Ah! Yes, of course.”

She opens the fence’s door and follows Wally who continues to blink at the apple.

“Let’s start with Home. Since your house appeared, he was very excited to meet you.”

“Very well.”

When they arrive in front of the red house, the latter let out a ‘creeeack’

“Miss Flora, this is one of my good friends, Home.”

“H-Hello, Home. I am Flowey Flora. N-Nice to meet you. Here, I have something for you.

Flowey goes to the door and put down a daisy and an apple. Home let out a squeak.

“Ahah, they like the gifts.”

“I am glad to hear.” says the red-hair lady.

“Your basket still looks heavy. Do you want me to hold it?”

“Huh? Well- I mean- If it doesn’t bother you...”

“Of course not.” smiles Wally, taking the basket and starting to walk again. “Shall we continue? We can start with my other good friend. His name is Barnaby.”

“Sure thing.”

They walk a little before Wally starts to talk again.

“You know, Miss Flora, you look a lot like one of our neighbors”

“Do I?”

“FLOWEY!!!”

Flowey turns to the voice before being tackled in a hug, resulting in the two falling on the ground, then rolling to the bottom of the hill. When they stop, the person on top of her lifts themselves up to look at her.

On top of her was a large man with yellow-orange skin and orange cheeks, an oval face, red hair, a big cuboid-shaped nose and big black eyes, wearing what seem to be the post office uniform minus the hat.

“Flowey! It’s you! It’s really you!!”

The young lady looks at the postman in shock for a few seconds before her eyes widen.

“Eddie?”

The man vigorously nods, and Flowey opens her mouth with a giant smile and stars in her eyes. She catches him in a hug. “EDDIE!!! Oh I am so happy to see you!! I missed you so much!”

Eddie returns the hug with a big grin, lifting his sister up to a sitting position.

“What are you doing here?” asked the older man.

“Well, I guess I moved here! I woke up this morning and my house just got there. What are YOU doing here? Is it where you’ve been hiding this whole time?”

“Well-”

“Eddie! Miss Flora! Are you alright down there?”

The two siblings look up at Wally, who was now with other people looking at them. Eddie looks back at his sister before lifting her up.

“Come on sis, let’s go meet the neighbors.”

The little woman looks at the group a little worried before nodding, and they both go to the top of the hill.

“Are you both okay?” asked the giant bird

“We’re fine, thank you Poppy.”

“Eddie, that lady… Is she?” asked the grey skin man.

Eddie nods before putting a hand on Flowey’s small shoulder.

“Everyone, this is Flowey, my little sister.”

“SISTER ?!!” scream everyone but Wally and the grey neighbor.

“I did see the resemblance between the two.” says Wally, holding the basket and the hat to Flowey who takes it.

“Eddie, you never told us you had a sister.” says the sun-head-shaped lady.

“Well-”

“Why didn’t you tell us you had a sister?” asked the blond lady.

“How can I say-”

“What? You forgot about her too or something?” jokes the giant blue dog.

Eddie stays quiet, trying to flee everyone's stares.

“… You did forget about her.” states the giant caterpillar.

Everyone stays quiet. Flowey looks down at her basket.

“You forgot about me, huh?” says Flowey, picking up the ‘forgiven-you-are’ in her basket.

“Flowey I’m-”

He turns back to his sister, only to be stopped by the sigh of the bouquet.

“It’s okay.” she says with a smile. “I’ve already forgiven you.”

The postman looks back and forth at the lady, then at the bouquet, before taking it and hugging his sister once again under the awws of the neighbors.

“Plus, you didn’t totally forget me, did you?”

“Huh?”

Eddie backs away from Flowey, who points her hand to the grey neighbor.

“You must have told this gentleman about me for him to guess who I was the moment he saw me.”

“Please do not use masculine terms when talking about me in the future, miss. Although I am alright with he/they pronouns.”

“Oh! My apologies, hem...”

“Frank.” he answers handing his hand for her to shake. “Frank Frankly-Dear. I am your brother’s spouse.”

“My brother- Eddie you’re married?!” exclaim the red-hair girl with again stars in her eyes.

“Yeah, we got married last year.” answer the brother, scratching behind his neck.

“We did talk a lot about you since he started to remember about you a few days ago.” says Frank.

“I am Julie Joyful!” says the lady in a pink dress, pushing Frank to the side with a “hey!” from her now sibling-in-law “I’m Frank’s best friend!”

“Poppy Partridge. Come to see me if you’re hurt.” says the bird.

“I am Howdy Pillard. I’m the shopkeeper. Prepare your best jokes for payment.” tell the caterpillar.

“If you’re out of jokes, you can ask me! I am Barnaby B. Beagle. Welcome to the Big City!” says the blue dog.

“I am Sally Starlet!” says the sun-shaped lady. “Come see one of my shows one day!”

“I already presented myself, but I’ll do it again. I am Wally Darling. A pleasure to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you all! Huh, I am Flowey Flora. Come to see me if you need help with your garden.”

“Flora?” ask Eddie “You took our aunt's last name?”

“It’s.. A long story. Let’s talk about it later.”

Seeing how uncomfortable his sister’s smile was, Eddie just nods.

“In all cases.” says Wally “Welcome Home, Miss Flora!”

“Welcome Home !”

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My Little Spooky Month: Season 1.

(An MLP X Spooky Month Crossover Fanfiction)

(Disclaimer: Yes, I am aware that this could be considered cringe-worthy. But I personally do not care, for I like writing about my interests. And I like writing crossovers. If this type of stuff isn't for you, you can always scroll past.)

(Oh, other disclaimer by the way. This takes place after the first and second episode, counting the part 2 of the first episode, of MLP.)

Summary: A portal transports a few citizens of the town in Spooky Month into a land that would change their lives forever.

Chapter 4: An Odd Place To End Up In.

TWS: SLIGHT PROFANITY.

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The two of them were still screaming, their hearts pounding in their chests. Jack flung up in sheer surprise, and as did John. Neither of them knew how on earth this had happened, or why John was a pony all of the sudden. But perhaps that wasn't the only thing John was in shock about, for a glint in his eye was shivering as leaves did in the harshest of winds that blew on a winter night. Wherever they were seemingly had not been going through the winter season though, for it was warm outside and the sun was shimmering upon the thousands of apple trees surrounding them.

Jack then finally screamed, at his somehow now pony-friend, "Why are you a pony?!"

"I don't know! Why are you a pony?!" John screamed back, furrowing his brows. Jack then widened his eyes, and gazed down, attempting to look at what would have been his hands. But alas, they were not his hands, for instead, he was greeted with hooves. Hooves that were deeply covered in black fur that was somehow lighter than his own hair. He looked down, and instead of his legs, he saw the hind legs of a horse which were of course covered in the same black hair. And emerging from his flank had seemingly been a short black tail which was the same color as his tail.

Jack let out another scream.

John glanced around. He was a police officer. Yes, he had been contorted into a pony, and his partner had been too. But he couldn't just sit around screaming. He had to do something. Being turned into a pony wasn't the weirdest thing he had experienced in all of his years of being a sheriff at his town. John knew he was capable of solving or investigating things.

And so, that was what he would attempt to do.

"Alright, Jack, calm down. I don't know why we're ponies, but there's gotta be an explanation here." John tried to say, hiding his panic the best he could. Jack attempted to open his mouth to speak, but John interrupted him. "This ain't the weirdest thing we've seen, Jack. We just gotta find out where the hell we are, and how to get back to.. well, how we should be." John muttered, looking down at his hooves.

Jack paused for a moment, his breathing still rapid. But slowly, it began to slow a little, and he uttered, "Okay.. but, how do we—"

Before Jack could finish speaking, a sudden rustling in the trees began to sound.

Jack and John looked to the source of the sound. No trees were moving, so it must have not been anything big. But they could hear the sound of footsteps, perhaps from a creature. It sounded like thudding against the blades of grass, but not too loud. As if it were an actual person walking towards them.

Still, they kept close to eachother. John tried to scoot himself closer to Jack, incase he'd need to protect him. He nearly stumbled a few times though, his hind legs dragging along the grass behind him.

It was only now he realized that he no longer had a gun.

Though before he could panic about that, an orange figure stepped out of the trees rather quickly, panting. An orange pony, in fact. White freckles were on the sides of it cheeks, each in three little dots. It's eyes were a shade of green, with sparkling highlights that signaled its own sentience. It had blonde hair that was slightly tied into a short ponytail at the end, and it seemed to be wearing a southern hat. And on its flank, there was.. a symbol of three red apples?

Jack and John were quiet for a moment.

"What in tarnation is goin' on here?" It suddenly spoke, it's voice sounding southern and female.

John and Jack were still quiet.

And then, John spoke up, "...what in the hell are you?!"

Jack was gritting his teeth in slight fear, his eyes wide and his pupils shivering. The orange pony looked confused, tilting his head. "I—I'm—I'm a pony, just like y'all. I heard screamin', and I couldn't help but come and trot on over here." It answered, taking a few steps foward. "What in the sweet name of Celestia are y'all two doin' screamin' your heads off—"

John and Jack scooted closer to eachother, nearly ready to cling onto eachother out of fear for the others safety. They didn't even know if this thing was dangerous or not, and John's anxiety was somewhat more prevalent now that he didn't have a gun. And normally, he would have resorted to punching if he had to, but he didn't have hands. What was he to do? Hit it with his hoof? How would that work out?

"You stay back!" John screeched angrily. "I'm telling you now, if you know anything about how we ended up here—"

"I—I don't! I was just doin' chores by myself in Sweet Apple Acres since my family isn't here, and I was about ready to go ahead and buck some trees. And then somehow you two were loud enough for me to hear." The pony explained itself. Perhaps it was female, considering it sounded and somewhat looked as such.

"Doing.. chores?" Jack repeated, now more confused than scared. Why was a sentient horse doing chores?

"Yeah, I live on a farm. Sweet Apple Acres? I'm sure y'all have heard of it." The pony responded. Jack and John glanced at eachother, slightly backing away now. Somehow, they were slowly managing to calm down a little despite the weird situation they were in. Both of them were starting to wonder if a criminal drugged them or something. And then, they glanced back at the pony. "Uh.. no, we haven't." Jack replied.

"Oh.. uh.. are y'all new 'round here? Maybe that's why ya haven't." The pony said back, seeming a little confused itself.

"Uh.. kinda." John muttered. "We.. uh.. we kinda fell out of a portal? We don't really know why, it just.. appeared in our town and sucked everyone in." Jack tried to explain. Not a day in his life did he ever think he would have to say that of all things to a bright orange talking pony with a southern accent. Maybe he really was on drugs.

"A.. a portal? It just appeared in your town? You think somepony might've casted a spell or somethin' that went wrong?" The pony asked, seeming a little worry now. Jack and John were even more puzzled now, but both decided to take the mental note that these ponies could apparently cast spells. "Uh.. no, it just kinda appeared out of no where. And we don't know how we ended up like.. this—or why it led to here." John stated, looking down at his own body as if to gesture to his now pony form.

"Wait an apple-pickin' minute. Do y'all mean you weren't ponies before that dang portal appeared?" It said, widening it's eyes slightly as if to emphasize it was frightened. Had things like this happened all the time in whatever this place was?

Even so, Jack slowly said with an awkward smile, "..uhhh.. yes?"

"Hmmm.. well, I reckon this here situation has somethin' to do with magic. And I think I know just the pony who could help out with your problem." The pony said with a determined expression, putting a hoof under its chin. "I'll go on ahead and take ya there, but y'all might have to tell me your names first."

After a moment of hesitant silence, John stated, "Well.. I'm John, and that's my partner Jack. I'm a sheriff and he's a deputy."

"Well, it's certainly nice to meet'cha both, Jack and John! I don't think I've ever heard names like that though.. ya really must be somewhere else." The pony smiled, seeming more friendly this time. Then, it held out its hoof. Neither Jack or John knew what it was doing, but John held out his hoof as if to see what it would do next. Then, the pony somehow wrapped its hoof around John's, and began to shake it up and down. The both of them supposed this was its way of giving them a hand-shake.

"But.. I'm Applejack. Do y'all think you could make it there on hoof?" This Applejack pony had inquired, seemingly a little worried.

"..mmm.. I dunno. Neither of us are used to walkin' on all fours, so.." John replied. "Hmm.. well, I'm not sure what y'all used to be before y'all became ponies somehow. But maybe until y'all can learn to walk like ponies do, I can just carry y'all there." Applejack offered with a smile.

John paused. "..are you sure? I don't think it's possible for you to carry us both there—"

Before he could even finish, he let out a noise of slight surprise. He suddenly found both himself and John being flung up into the air for a moment, before his stomach landed on something and kept him balancing. Somehow, Applejack had flipped them both onto her back, and was most likely gonna be carrying them this way.

"Uhh.. it might be a good idea if y'all hold on tight. This might not be a bit of a bumpy ride." Applejack warned.

John and Jack took that warning in mind. Despite having no fingers anymore, John slipped his hoofs onto Applejack's body, and wrapped his arms around them as if to try and cling onto her so he wouldn't fall. Jack did so as well.

And then, Applejack began to suddenly trot into the trees, heading for whoever she had been talking about seemingly. Jack and John did not scream, and yet, their faces were as shocked as can be. They were amazed, yet sort of terrified at the same time. It was hard to describe. Applejack was right.

This certainly was going to be a bit of a bumpy ride.

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Streber didn't know where he was, or where the portal had taken him.

All he had known was that before he and Ethan could react while they were walking along the streets of their town, they were suddenly sucked into something bright and flashing. Something neither of them could see. And then, everything temporarily went black, before Streber felt himself thud onto a ground harshly. His body ached with pain, and if he still had his other arm, he'd be able to support himself up in a stable manner. But he only had one arm now, after what had happened on a Halloween night that he thought was going to be fun. After a night which was only a few weeks ago.

He grumbled, pain in his body. He squinted his eyes open, and made out what looked to be the features of a building. Or, the inside of a building. There were nearby mirrors, and mannequins of.. horses with dresses on them? Whoever lived here had an odd way of making clothes. Did they.. make clothes for horses? But why on earth would they do that?

Streber raised a brow, and grunted. He began to try and grab at the ground with the one arm he had left, to support himself upwards. Though something came to his attention. He couldn't. He couldn't because.. he couldn't feel his fingers, and seemingly, as much as he grabbed, he couldn't get up. It was then that he noticed something was different.

He then looked up, the masculine and familiar voice from behind him being muffled from his sheer confusion blinding him so. In the mirror, he saw not himself, but a pony. A lime green pony with his hairstyle, and a horn emerging from its head, with his dark eyes. And on what should have been one of its hoofs, there was no limb, but a short nub with a white bandage wrapped around it much like his own. He moved, only to see that the pony was synced with his movements.

He tried to raise his one arm, but then, the reflection of the pony in the mirror moved too. It moved its hoof in the same direction. His head was fuzzy with puzzled shock.

He then realized.. he was no longer human. He was that pony in the mirror.

Streber began to breathe heavier. "Wh—What the—"

He then finally heard the masculine and deep voice from behind him utter his name. "...Streber?"

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