#i still need to dye my hair before it gets any later

[the-witchhunter]

"Can I buy you a coffee?" It had slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. This kid was obviously not Bruce, though the resemblance was uncanny. Down to the miserable look and shivering in the breeze of a cold Gotham night.

"Huh?" The boy's head snapped to attention, eyes suddenly very focused on Jim.

"Coffee. Something nice and hot. It's freezing out and you look like a stiff wind would knock you over. There's a place up the street, nice, bright, and public."

"Public, eh?" He quirked his eyebrow at that. The accent said he was from out of town, something that did not pair well with wandering Park Row at night. His manner said otherwise. Just looking at him you'd think he was local, constantly checking his surroundings. He clearly knew that had been meant to reassure him, but suspicion was still obvious on his face. Smart kid, Gordon thought.

"It's Gotham, kid. That's as much for you as it is for me. I'd rather not end up shot in an alley." Jim regretted saying that immediately as the memory of Thomas and Martha came to mind. For a moment he imagined himself in their place, his little Barbara in Bruce's place. She wasn't so little these days, but some part of him always remembered the child she had been. The thought was not a pleasant one.

"Hmmm... Coffee does sound good, Mr...?"

"Gordon, Jim Gordon." The kid blinked at him.

"Like the police commissioner?"

"Yeah, something like that." He chuckled. "What about you, kid?"

"Kid suites me just fine for the time being." He shrugged. "So, about that coffee?"

"Just up the street." Jim shook his head. The kid didn't want to talk, and that was fine by him. At least for now

Short DPXDC Prompts #673

Jim Gordon sees a boy walk down Park Row. A boy with that looks exactly identical to a tiny and terrified kid that he pulled into his arms and comforted after his parents died so many years ago.

[hotxcheeto]

WOWOWOWOW REQS R OPEN AGAIN !!!!! 💘 could i get a top!chloe price x bottom!fem reader where chloe is just pussy starved and literally begs the reader to let her hit after weeks ? i'm bad at requesting stuff so sorry if this makes zero sense 😭

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - smut, oral, v fingering, kissing? i don't remember, fluff, cursing, yahooooooooooooo

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - it made sense i promise!! ty <3

The past month had been quite the predicament.

For Chloe that is.

First, you were sick.

Laying in bed for a week and a half with Chloe doting on you hand and foot. Cuddling you and not caring if she herself caught your horrible bug.

Second, she got sick.

It only lasted a few days compared to your own sickness. But you did the same care for her now that you were healthy. Waiting on her and snuggling her back to an okay state. Though, she complained a lot more than you did, which is to be expected when you're dealing with her.

Third, you were always working.

To be fair, one of you had to leave the house to make the money. Chloe usually worked out of the driveway repairing any sort of vehicle she could get her hands on to earn bank. But that meant she got to stay home, you didn't, usually.

Fourth... fuck she couldn't remember the fourth reason.

Laying here, Chloe stared up at the ceiling with tired and droopy eyes while focusing on her calculations of how long she'd been abstinent. Her head tilting up to then focus on your body that was sat just to the upper right of her.

You were on your phone, which she expected, but it still looked boring as hell. Internally in that moment, she groaned, rolling her eyes on the outside. Which, unfortunately, she realized too quickly you seen.

"What's wrong, baby?" You asked both sincerely and not.

Sadly, when she glanced up at you again, you were focused on the screen as you asked her. A huff of air passing her lips and making a strand of her hair bounce off her face and hover above for a split second.

"I miss you." She said blandly, tapping her blue nail on the back of her other hand.

"I'm right here, Chloe."

"I feel like a virgin!"

Your lines overlapped, laughter escaping your throat at her puff and groan of annoyance just below. Her body beginning to roll until she was in the position to climb up and get closer to you.

"Most people can wait until marriage." You raised your eyebrow at her, taking your focus away from your phone. "That's years Chlo, your two weeks is nothing, I promise." She wasn't having none of this though, grabbing your thigh dramatically in response.

"I'm not waiting for marriage though, I just wanna fuck." You sighed at her words, going back to your phone. "You know better than to ask like that."

Yes she did.

"Oh c'mon, please Y/n."

That was better, but still not enough. She knew it too because not even five seconds passed before she followed up with,

"Please let me fuck you."

That's also was got you into your predicament.

Her head between your legs, and her mouth latched to your cunt with an unrelenting pace that made you feel as though you may explode. Like she was starved, and in her reality, she was.

Her grip dug into your skin and her tongue into your hole, your third orgasm creeping around the corner and causing you to shake in her hold. Strands of her faded aqua dye looped around your fingers and was sure to need detangled later on, the knots already beginning between each of your knuckles.

"Fuck- oh fuck, that's my girl..." You whispered, whining a bit between the words while trying not to run from her face. Chloe's cheeks burning from the praise despite her claims to not have a praise kink.

"So good Chloe... you're so fucking good..."

Chloe couldn't respond even if she wanted to, her face was forced into your wetness. Not that she had much argument against it, she was right where she wanted to be, but more flustered then she imagined.

This was her heaven.

"Oh my God Chloe-" Her tongue moved in a way that was written as pure desperation. Your heels digging into the mattress so hard it began to make them hurt, not that you cared.

You were close, griding against her face for more. Her lips pressing harsh kisses to your clit each time you pushed against her.

"Fucking hell Chloe..." She muttered something, looking up bashfully to see your water covered eyes. "What was that pretty girl?" You tugged her back, wanting to hear what she had to say.

"You taste really fucking good."

Your grin made her heart jump, breath held.

"Is that so?"

Chloe continued tongue fucking you as you loosened your grip. Another ripple of pleasure clawing through your body as you moaned.

"I see why you were so damn desperate now."

But that was when her fingers dug in and you realized you had no more control. Legs shaking as she took over your entire being,

[nightsmarish]

Summary: you and Sirius think James would look hot with blonde highlights

Poly!prongsfoot x reader (James Potter x reader x Sirius black) | 500+ words

A/n: I am so sorry this is so short omg, I've been weirdly busy the past few days and it's been hard to find time to write

Tw: rave mentioned, reader has dyed their hair before, sleepy James, I am still learning to write James, illusions to possible smut at the end

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Sirius' record player is on in the background, softer than usual. James is resting his head on your stomach. Both of you splayed out on the sofa.

Sirius is sitting on the ground, the coffee table moved to the side to make room in front of him as he makes his next outfit for a rave he mentioned, likely also planning on how to get you to let him make one for you as well.

James is barely coherent at this point; a long day making him sodding exhausted and extremely prepared for the weekend. Your nails rake through his curls, still slightly wet from his shower.

"You know, Jamie, you'd look good with dyed hair."

Jamse barely gives a sign he heard you, tightening his hold on your back and burying his face further into your shirt like he wants under your skin.

Sirius looks over at you two, "you're right, he'd look bloody hot with blonde streaks or something."

You move James head so you can see his face, squishing his cheeks, glasses already discarded on a side table. "You would look fucking hot with blonde streaks, dear Merlin."

Your other boyfriend places down the wire and needle nose pliers he's using to move closer to the couch, "you want some blonde in your hair, baby?"

He moves his face out of your hands, laying back on your stomach. "wha' 'ver you wan'" James' voice is slurred with sleep.

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That's how you got her a week later; you sat on the counter top of your bathroom sink, and Sirius putting on his latex gloves to mix bleach.

James sits on a wooden stool, that has seemed to make its way around the entire house since you bought it, wearing a extremely stained shirt both you and Sirius have worn while dying your own hair.

"Any regrets, lover boy?" You shimmy on the counter to sit infront of the tanner of the two boys.

"I think that it's unjust for you to manipulate me in my sleep to get me to dye my hair." James grabs your ankles, hands rubbing up and down your shins.

"You could talk; it's got to count for some kind of awareness to what's going on." Sirius grins at his counterpart, mixing the bleach and walking behind James.

"So cruel, both of you, so cruel." He juts out his bottom lip, looking up at you with a pout.

"You haven't pulled out yet, so I'm starting to believe this is just a cute little act." Your grin is nearly identical to Sirius'.

"Don't talk to him about pulling out, love, we won't be able to finish before he gets restless." The darker haired boy laughs as he adjusts James head.

"Both, so, so bloody cruel."

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James' hair took to the dye pretty well, only ending up needing two rounds of bleach.

And fuck, you where right. He looks fucking hot. The blonde, thick, streaks that curl perfectly into his brown hair pattern.

"Bloody hell-" Sirius talks between kissing James "your look-" kiss "fucking delicous"

Sirius pauses for a second to look at you walking through the door of your home, throwing your bag to the ground and toeing off your shoes. "Come here, doll."

[mirukosbitchywife]

aizawa, fatgum, twice, mirio, kirishima, and shinsou x reader who dyes their hair

another request from the bestie!! this one was for aizawa, fatgum, twice, mirio, kirishima, and shinsou x reader who dyes their hair a lot, like every month kinda stuff!! hope u like it!! this is my first time writing for a few of them so i hope it's okay!

shouta aizawa:

•literally doesn't care. might actually deadass not notice you dyed it again. he seems like the type to always look his s/o in the eye/face, you might have to point out things like your hair and clothes to get him to pay attention to them, but he always compliments your makeup if you wear any (bc that's where he's staring) so he makes up for it <3

•don't ask him to help you pick a color ever. it will not end the way you want it to he will literally just pick at random, you're better off asking someone else or picking yourself

•not so secretly skilled with doing hair, he's besties with nemuri and i'm so sure he's had to help out kiri w dying his hair too!! so aizawa is the person to go to if you need help with it!! will only grumble a little but that's normal

•will covertly bitch about protecting your hair. sees you with another box of bleach too soon and just. grabs it from you. doesn't say shit. takes it and goes. gives it back to you in like a month?

•might actually knock you out if you try to buy another after he took one from you

taishiro toyomitsu:

•notices immediately and compliments the color(s) on you!!! calls you a different pet name with each color too, like pink would be sweetie, blue would be darling, smth like that, he just likes giving you new ones.

•amazing decision maker. for everyone out there who struggles to make basics choices? this is ur man. will help you pick a color and will argue his point when ur still indecisive. king.

•don't ask him to help you dye it tho. i'm sorry he just seems. i don't want to be mean to him but i think if he tried to help you dye your hair it'd be all over the both of you. more on you two than your hair. sorry tai </3

•WILL let you dye his hair to match yours!!! he wears a hoodie during work anyway so it wouldn't mess with anything!! he actually loves the matching too

•helps you take care of it, looks up tips on his phone to show you later, recommends products for you to use (also buys all the shit for u thank god)

jin bubaigawara:

•stumbles trips over the air cries screams throws up every time you dye your hair. he is so ridiculous in his enthusiasm. every time you dye it it's like he's never seen anyone with brightly colored hair before even tho he lives with spinner

•probably also a pretty good person to go to when you can't decide on a color, he's had to wise up on what goes with what since becoming a big brother to toga who WILL stab him if he chooses wrong. so he might be able to give good advice

•i also don't think he should be allowed anywhere near your head. like think 10x as messy as with taishiro because jin is also super clumsy and will get it everywhere. on you two on the floor on the sink on the bathtubs somehow? on the ceiling? idk how he did it

•probably would also let you dye his hair to match yours since he does wear his mask. i think during the meta liberation army arc when he starts doubling himself again, him having his hair dyed and his clones having blonde hair would really help him with the trauma as well

•doesn't give you tips, doesn't help you, takes care of your hair For you. he can't dye hair but he can moisturize and comb it out for you 🥺 maybe even braid it if you want

togata mirio

•he doesn't notice when you do your hair, no. he was watching you with his face on the wall out of your line of sight watching you do it. (i think he's kinda just Always Watching, not in a creepy way but like he'll pop up to watch you do your makeup/your hair, pops up to walk you to and from places when he can, etc.)

•gives you tons and tons of compliments whenever you dye it a different color. he's probably mid at picking between colors tho, idk if i trust his style sometimes..

•could Probably be trusted to dye your hair, he would be REALLY focused on making sure it's perfect and that he doesn't fuck it up, watched TONS of videos beforehand

•he doesn't have a hood or mask but would still be willing to let you dye his hair to match, it's honestly really his style

•probably likes to leave hair products around for you. idk how he does it considering he can't go through things with items but whatever

eijirou kirishima

•would absolutely LOVE being w someone who also dyes their hair!! it's probably how y'all bonded in the first place!

•very good at choosing between colors. even super similar colors. he's Very particular about the shade of his hair so he knows what's up!!

•will absolutely want to do each other's hair together!! you dye his hair and he dyes yours !! very fun to do but you guys also get pretty messy. worth it tho

•he would be super super excited if you also want to dye your hair red, Might dye his hair a different color for a month or so if you have a specific signature color as well but that's as good as you're gonna get.

•you guys both totally share hair care tips together like true relationship goals

hitoshi shinsou

•waits in anticipation for whatever color you're doing next. literally no matter what color you dyed your hair, no matter how patchy or uneven it is, he will compliment it

•don't ask him to help pick between colors. he will say yes to every color and when you go "that's not how it works" he's just like "okay but they all look good on you i can't decide" WHICH IS THE ISSUE IN THE FIRST OLACE BECAUSE YOU ALSO CANT PICK THATS WHY YOU CAME TO HIM!!!! grr

•oh my god he's been watching youtube tutorials on dying hair since he found out you dye yours, he's SO ready to dye your hair when you finally ask him. does an amazing job chefs kiss

•will bite you if you try to over bleach your hair, i'm so serious. he's like nooooo idc how excited u are for a new color no more bleach 👿

•another one who personally wants to apply products to your hair and knows so many hairstyles u can't convince me otherwise. he learned more so he can play in ur hair <3

[slytherinboysvip]

Revenge?|M.R

chapter 2

(Fake Dating, Smut, Revenge on ex, not sure what else yet!) →prev←

Revenge is best served cold, or in other words best served by already being in a relationship after being cheated on, even if it was all fake.

Me and Matt talked it over, fake date and fuck on the side no feelings attached. This was all just to get back at my shit ex for cheating on me I’m not ready for a relationship now, besides Mattheo only wants the sex out of it.

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The night before:

"So how is this gonna work out?" | looked up at Matt from my book while we sat in the library, no one's around so I didn't have to be as secretive. "I still think my plan is perfect you know" He rolled his eyes, resting his face on his palm. "You don't even know for sure that Pansy will tell everyone"

"It's Parkinson she can't keep her mouth shut for shit. One time I tried putting dye in Draco's shampoo and her loud ass mouth told him" You could see his face scowl and it was kinda funny and cute. You just laughed at the possible thought of a color haired Malfoy.

"Back to the plan what if we just started doing everything together and hard launch it that way?" I questioned leaning back into my chair, "Y/n I'm telling you my plan will work, just trust me" He was practically staring into my soul but it was working to his advantage "Fine, but if she doesn't tell anyone we do it my way" I just rolled my eyes.

To say I was nervous about this entire thing is an understatement. It’s the possible thought of all eyes on me that scares me , but at the same time all I want is to get revenge on him. I don’t know what I was ever thinking, I should have never, ever, trusted Cormac.

Still getting ready there was a knock on my door and an “Y/n open”, assuming it’s Matt you open and sure enough he walks in, slams the door, and plops face first onto your bed. “Hello to you too” You chuckled continuing your hair. “Hmm, you think I should brush my teeth again?” He was somehow already behind you causing you jump.

“What’d you do that for is my breath that bad” He gasped covering his mouth making you laugh a second time, “I didn’t even smell it you just scared me” you explained still kinda laughing.

“I’m sure you’ll make sure your breath isn’t bad either, we are gonna be making our you know” He looked at me through my mirror and winked, going back to my bed. Thankfully too, he couldn’t see my cheeks involuntarily go red.

“Are you done yet” Matt groaned impatiently “Calm your ass it’s only been like fifteen minutes let me put my uniform on” I retorted.

“Okay, hurry up let’s go” I motioned my hand towards the door, he was taking forever so I walked up to him and began yanking him up by the arm, “Come onnnn” I pulled, “You take forever now you’re rushing me, priceless” He scoffed shaking his head and began getting up.

We were already late for breakfast so we made our way to the great hall and spotted out Pansy, after some waiting she finally got up and began walking our way. “You ready for this?” He smirked bringing me closer, “No, but let’s do it anyways.” I nervously chuckled and was immediately pulled into a kiss.

His tongue wasted no time making its way into my mouth, exploring it hungrily even though we were in public. It was a few moments later, after already getting lost into the makeout when you heard a loud and familiar gasp. Turning to see who it was, it was exactly who you were hoping for.

“Oh my god is he your rebound?” Pansy was practically ignoring Matt and looking straight at me with her hand over her mouth, before you could answer her Mattheo spoke up “Not that it’s any of your business, but we’ve been together just needed that fuck up to well you know fuck up” Not giving her any time to process her grabbed my hand and pulled me away.

“I give it 30 minutes before someone comes up to us or all eyes are on us” He spoke up “I don’t know we left her there pretty stunned” I giggled, He chucked in response. “I honestly don’t even feel like going to classes today” You groaned. “I mean, we could go exploring” He looked towards me smirking

“Exploring where exactly?” I cocked my eyebrow “The dark forest?” Still smirking he continued “Come on you know it’ll be fun, I’ll be there to keep you safe” He grabbed my arm and lightly tugged, giving in I just shook my head, smiled and started following him “I better not die”.

As we were walking towards the forest there was a loud shout “Oi Y/n!” You couldn’t tell who it was but when you turned around you saw a red faced cormac running towards you, “You skank! You’ve been cheating with that scum, lying to me for who knows how long just to be with some evil fucking orphan! I never should’ve mixed with a slimey Slytherin whore”

Opening your mouth to speak Mattheo just lunged towards him swinging, knocking Cormac to the ground and getting on top of him “What the fuck did you call me? And what did you fucking call her?” Not even waiting for responses Matt kept swinging, you ran towards them and debated wether or not to stop him but it was getting so bloody and it didn’t seem like Matt was going to stop anytime soon.

“If you don’t stop now you’re gonna kill him Mattheo that’s enough!” You tried pulling him off but he kept going, “Don’t ever fucking mess with Y/n again” Landing one last punch he finally stood up, spitting on Cormac before turning back towards me.

His fists were bloody and his clothes were splattered with blood, you were just examining him for a moment “We should get you cleaned up” You finally spoke up trying to grab his hand, but he pulled away “I got it.” He replied bluntly. His mood suddenly shifted and he seemed colder.

“Just let me get cleaned up, meet me at the astronomy tower in thirty minutes” He rushed off before I could reply. I guess i’m meeting him later.

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It was easy sneaking past to get to the astronomy tower unseen and you could already smell something you didn’t like, “Put that thing out, it’ll kill you you know” I said walking up to Matt and sitting over the ledge of the tower. “Rather this than something else” He retorted taking another drag and blowing it out “At least not near me it smells” I groaned. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Why’d you ask me here anyway? Isn’t our plan basically done” I looked up towards him. He quickly turned his head to look at me like I was crazy, “Done? It’s barely begun Y/n!! Yeah he thinks we’ve been together for weeks but imagine his satisfaction if we’re already are over? We have to actually look like a couple publicly, like dates, making out, holding hands all that shit”

He was talking as if he’s done this all before and it was honestly kind of funny but it was also weird to think about how long you two would keep this whole thing up. “Wait, you said dates?” Barely realizing his words you had a questioning look

“I can’t look like a complete dick of a boyfriend and not take you out it would be suspicious” He said in a duh tone. “Cormac never took me out” I shrugged suggesting it doesn’t matter, “That’s just embarrassing” He shook his head and chuckled under his breath.

“You haven’t eaten today have you?” He put out his cigarette and kneeled next to you “Uhh no actually I forgot” I looked at him, he was just staring at me “Let’s go to the great hall and have lunch then” He stood up holding his hand out to help me.

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“Now we have to make this believable remember, so give me this and don’t act surprised by how I act” He grabbed my hand and held it, I just followed him to the table without hesitation and sat down with him.

“I’m glad we sat somewhere empty I thought you would’ve sat us with your friends” I sighed “Actually they usually sit wherever I do” Just as he spoke Blaise sat next to him, “I heard the news, I can’t believe you managed to hide your relationship” .. “And I can’t believe you cheated on Cormac with him let alone were with Cormac” Blaise turned between me and Matt.

“Told you she’d tell everyone” Matt looked at me and we both laughed. He didnt say anything but his hand rested on my thigh and continued talking with Blaise, Even though you knew it was fake you couldn’t help but get butterflies from this.

“So how long have you two been a thing?” Blaise questioned, I turned to look at Matt who also turned to look at me. I kicked his foot trying to get him to speak up and that seemed to work “A few weeks, she’s been bored for a while” He shrugged and pulled me closer to him by my waist.

“I didn’t even know you knew Y/n Matt she’s so quiet and uninvolved” Theo joined the conversation sitting down in front of us. Surprisingly Theo is one of Mattheos only friends who I ever talk to, granted we’re potions partners but he’s not bad to talk to. “You don’t know much about me, Theodore” Matt replied rolling his eyes. Seeing the way he acts with his friends is a bit more interesting than imagined.

I’m very aware this is short I’m sorry!!! Trust I’ll try and update this as regularly as possible however I’m in cosmetology school so I’m a bit busy:((

Hopefully this little second chapter/ introduction is a good one to start off this little series <33

[madisockz]

Hello! I wanted to share my process of how I made my Easter Pony! She is my second ever custom and she made all the trouble I had with the first one seem like a walk in the park in comparison ಥ_ಥ Let's begin!

DISCLAIMER: Custom ponies like this one are not to be played with by children nor made by children. This pony was made with the use of nail polish remover (acetone) which is toxic. You need to wash your hands throughly after use and use in a well ventilated area. This pony was also made with sharp tools such as an xacto knife, sewing pins, rehairing needles, and an awl.

First, the concept art! Trial and error caused her to look a little different than the concept art but I still love the end result!

I wanted to start with a white base to give myself a clean canvas for dyeing so I got this G3 Breezie off Ebay for only $3. I decided to first remove her mane and tail which requires removing the head. If you know anything about G3 pony customzing, you know their heads are difficult to get back on once they come off. Even when you run them under warm/hot water. So to get it back on for dyeing, I tried trimming a little excess of vinyl off the neck ring with my xacto knife. It slipped and got me right under my nail! Bad omen for what's to come!

After getting her prepped (removing her mane and tail, cleaning her, using acetone (nail polish remover) to remove her cutie mark) she was ready for a dye bath! I used Rit DyeMore as regular Rit Dye won't dye the vinyl material that ponies are made of. This was my first ever time dyeing anything that wasn't fabric so I was thrilled when she came out this warm rich brown! So pretty!

I read online that dyed ponies will leach dye onto other ponies if they touch, so I wanted to try and prevent this as much as possible with some matte sealer. Lesson #1: Even though she was dry, the matte sealer reactivated the dye! The smallest touch left a print! :(

I pushed forward! And tripped immediately after! I thought, "Surely matte Modge Podge will seal her just that much more" and to my dismay, the Modge Podge kept every brush stroke I made when it dried!! She looked like a leather hand bag! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚ I learned later you can buy matte Modge Podge spray online but all I had was the type you brush on to your surface.

Thankfully, with the help of sixteen cotton balls and a q-tip with acetone, I managed to remove all the sealer but she was no longer that nice rich brown. Oh well I still loved her!

And whoever said the paint will protect the eyes from the dye has clearly never dyed a dark pony! Her eyes were so brown after this lol

Painting, adding of polymer clay easter themed confetti, and adding her 3D chocolate bunny cutie mark went great! It was all going well until the eyes.

I had never fully painted pony eyes before so the first attempt was pretty bad. Not even my multiple attempts at glitter and using clear nail polish as a cheap gloss on the eyes could save them.

It was so bad that I almost didn't take any pictures but when I went to seal her head, this weird white powder covered half of her face?? I had never seen this before and it freaked me out thinking I just ruined her. I managed to get it off with a cotton ball and some acetone but her paint was fully damaged.

Turns out this was caused because I didn't shake the can of sealer well enough. I needed a break....

While I took a break for a few days, I decided to watch tutorials on how to paint doll eyes and learned that it's actually pretty common to use high quality watercolor pencils; either Faber Castell or Derwent (which is what I ended up buying).

When I came back, I made the hard decision of removing all the paint and decorations from the head and starting over. Hours of work gone but it was so worth it! 🩷 Removing the paint with acetone ended up making her head lighter than her body so I had to redye her head lol. This time I mixed Derwent pencils with acrylic paints for her eyes.

Time for the hair! I've never done curls before and my original plan was to buy curly hair online but it's so hard to find in the color and curl size I wanted.

So my second idea was to buy small curlers to use on regular nylon doll hair bought from ShimmerLocks on Etsy. But when I tested them out on poor Flower Bouquet it looked so bad ಥ_ಥ

I discovered a Youtube channel you may know called Dollightful where in one of her Stock Box videos she used yarn that she unraveled to make super cute tight wavy hair for a doll. It was a perfect solution! It looks so good but omg it was tedious haha! I used it for her tail too; sectioning off the colors hoping they'd stay separated (they didn't lol).

She's nearly complete! Time for small decorations! I tried so many different ears from air dry clay to stealing some from bunny decorations I bought at the store and nothing was working! But I had one last idea...

I gave these old Littlest Pet Shop costume bunny ears some use with a flat top sewing pin and some glue so now my pony has bunny ears! Yay!

I forgot it in the concept art, but I originally wanted to add flowers to her mane but I couldn't figure out how to do that without glue which I didn't want to do, too permanent, so I opted for some beads I had on hand. I didn't have any light blue so I made some with the use of acetone (nail polish remover in my case) and boom! Light blue beads! Then I washed them off so the acetone wouldn't damage anything :)

I used a gold topped sewing pin, a butterfly charm, a felt flower and two faux flowers to create a cute hair accessory!

Finally I sewed a hair tie to a puffball to give her a removable cottontail if I ever wanted to take it off.

And DONE! She looks so good after so much time and effort! I worked on this girly for two weeks I think? She actually had a partner I designed but I've run out of time to make her :') Maybe next year? 👀 🩷🩷

[verdemoun]

Gonna ask about more Jack and John content pls sir. I dont remember if I said this before but I was in shock when you told that Isaac have dark hair, always imagine him a blondie like Arthur, but I fine with that. Also I think that Arthur can see that John is trying to get along with Jack, so when Jack ask if he can go with them to their father-son activits, Arthur have to unhappily say no, because it was suppost to Jack do that with John, and not use that as an escused to avoid John ( sorry about my bad inglesh, but I just relearned my art skills so I wanted to draw something of your AU) ❤

thank you! i thought it would be fun having a different isaac, considering eliza's reconstructed model had black hair very similar to mary it would be fun having a black haired isaac. also i always would've had isaac dye his hair black because he's emo and because physically i imagine he is really similar build to canon era arthur so they needed some obvious differences. just born ready to carry boundies over his shoulder.

Arthur can see John trying but he can also see how a lot of the time that trying backfires. Maybe John just has more daddy issues than Arthur but as much as John tried to change post 1907 for his family, the new John still wasn't quite the person Jack needed.

Because of this, there's a lot of things Jack would actually refuse to do with John but with Arthur he would happily go. Also spite. For example, if Isaac bullies Arthur into letting Jack come camping with them, Jack will just sit by the campfire reading while Isaac, Charles and Arthur go off for their usual father-son symbolic hunting of deer. He might join in campfire stories later or have a few swigs of beer but he actually hates hunting and fishing - which is what John associates with camping.

Maybe it's because Jack is just a gay little bookworm. Surely anyone who's ever spoken to him knows it, because Jack would never willingly admit it, but he's just - soft. He wasn't meant to be a gunslinger in every way. John knows that better than most!! He loves his son. John absolutely loves his son. All those times he sat there and listened to Jack ramble about books, completely overjoyed to see his son happy? But he never knew how to tell Jack it was because he loved seeing his son being himself, and happy! He knows his son is too soft and sensitive for his own good which is why he really believed Jack was safe FROM becoming an outlaw - yet he did.

Jack needs people so much. He's been isolated his whole life. He lost most of his family, the gang, in 1899. He got that diet child of divorce experience in 1907, lost his sister, the only other non-adult in his life, in 1910, his dad and Uncle in 1911, and mother in 1914. No one has ever just been there for Jack. He needs someone to be there for him, to understand how difficult it was for him, little gay bookworm Marston, to become an outlaw, how much he tried to be an outlaw because that's the only way he knew how to 'be a man' thanks to John.

John just. Can't be a boy dad. At least not Jack's dad. He has too many of his own issues, 90% of them are daddy issues. He doesn't know how to bond with a gay little bookworm. The days where he gets it wrong far outweigh the days he gets it right. He's fucked up too many times. Even when he tries to show interest in Jack's writing, Jack will snipe back with 'I thought they were just silly stories' because he remembers something John said in anger not even directed at him but about him in 1907. John knows how to bond with an outlaw, a bastard as rough as him - and it shows because he gets along with Isaac great. He doesn't know how to be friendly with his own son, and especially after timewarp Jack isn't willing to give him any more chances.

It's an everyone sucks. Jack knows he shouldn't have become an outlaw. He's ashamed of himself, deep down, for 'throwing away' the life so many people died to give him a change to. And John's ashamed of him for the exact same reason and it's really hard for John Marston to not wear his emotions. He might not be emotional but he's honest. If he's mad, you know he's mad.

Like god damnit Jack wants someone to be proud of him and say it's okay. That even if he thinks (or knows) it was a mistake, he did his best. He did what he thought was the right, what he was raised to think was right, because he saw John fall into the cycle of revenge and redemption over and over again so what else was he meant to do? But John - even if he said it, knowing how much Jack wants to hear it, it wouldn't be true and Jack would know.

Jack is a lot more sensitive than even modern era boys would let themselves be, let alone a 19th century outlaw, and John's judged him or let him down too many times, angsty teenage bullshit or not, for Jack to readily give him another chance. I say sensitive but I really mean Jack Marston is serving petty ass punk bitch.

Arthur would try very hard to help John out, try to give him tips on how to talk to Jack or offer to go on out father-son group things because Jack and Arthur? Great relationship! Arthur might be as emotionally intelligent as a lump of rubber, but he gets being creative and at least will give Jack the space to read and write without judging him. Sometimes it's nice, the strange days there's an activity they'll all enjoy (usually involving fire). Most of the time though, if Jack and John are talking without screaming it's because one or both of them are drunk.

[beachy--head]

Hey Cha! Feel free to ignore this, but could I request a drabble of Jackson reacting to April dyeing her hair back to its natural red colour? Like maybe she visits family and comes back with red hair and it surprises him (or something). I for sure think he had some thoughts™ about it!

It's okay if not, I love your writing and your blog either way, and have a fantastic day 😊

I'm so happy you sent this request, because I have the same headcanon about April's red hair (that it's her natural color and she dyed it brown to blend in). Thank you so much for your support and kind comments, and I hope you'll like this one! <3

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“Have you seen April?”

Jackson looks up from the chart he’s signing to face a frantic, out-of-breath Lexie. 

“No, but she’s supposed to come back from her family holiday today, though.”

Lexie nods fervently. 

“I know that, I bumped into her this morning. She changed her hair, and I may have said something like ‘it’s such a big change!’, but like, in a positive way! But now she’s having second thoughts, so you have to tell her her hair is perfect the way it is, because it suits her, and I don’t want to be responsible for one of her freak-outs.”

Jackson rolls his eyes.

“Newsflash, Lex, I’m a guy. We don’t care about haircuts. I’m not going to see April and pretend I’ve noticed she cut 1 inch of her hair.”  

“You know what? You suck, Avery.”

Lexie gives him a dirty look and scuttles back to an exam room. He shakes his head and goes back to his chart. What does Lexie think he and April talk about? 

“Hi!”

He doesn’t need to look up to recognize his best friend’s cheerful voice. April smiles at him, in the familiar way he’s now used to, like she’s genuinely happy to see him, and he can’t help but smile back. Her surgical gown and scrub cap indicate that she’s fresh out of surgery, and she confirms it (a double bypass, lucky her) before removing her cap in one smooth movement, freeing her hair.

Her newly bright red hair.

Oh.

“Uh.”

Catherine Avery has raised him better than this, but he can’t help but stare at her. 

“You’re okay?”

Her green eyes, the perfect contrast to the red, look at him with concern, and he shakes his head to get his head straight. 

“Yeah, yeah. How was your trip?”

“Good! The flight was awful, but I managed to see everyone, and…,” and as April recounts her vacation, he observes, mesmerized, as she runs her hand through her hair, untangling the knots her scrub cap has made. When she frowns, though, he realizes he has not listened to a single word she said.

“You’re staring.”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been staring at me for the past minute, and it’s becoming creepy. Do I have something on my face? Wait, it’s not blood, isn’t it? Ugh, I know Cristina oriented that bleeder towards me during surgery.”

“What? No, sorry, I drifted off. Come on, let’s get lunch.”

Lexie finds them in the cafeteria a few minutes later, and what he’s supposed to do is study for the cleft palate surgery Sloan is letting him scrub in later that day. Not give furtive glances to his friend and eavesdrop on Lexie and April’s conversation  – well, on April’s rambling about how she wanted not to stand out in med school with bright red hair, so he guesses the hair change topic is back on. 

“Being another brunette just seemed easier, and my sisters were livid when I did it, which honestly was a bonus,” and every time she talks about her sisters, Jackson finds himself extremely glad he never had any siblings. “My mother is happy I went back to red though, she said we should always go with our God-given color and that my hair was red for a reason.” 

He doesn’t know April’s mother, but he completely agrees with her. Red suits her, way more than the brown hair did, and why is he even thinking about this? 

“I’m not sure about it though, sometimes I think the red is still too much. Do you think I should dye it back?”

He’s lucky Lexie is quick to reassure his friend that her hair is fine, because he doesn’t think that the indignant “No!!!” he had to bite back would have been a useful contribution to the conversation. Since when does a guy care about their friend’s hair color? 

Sneaking one last glance to April, he goes back to his book and reads a sentence about temporary stitches for what must be the fourth time.

He figures his new staring habit would last just a few days, the time to get used to her more vibrant hair (the perfect match to what he knows his best friend is), but it’s now been three weeks, and if anything, he notices her more, which is probably because of the brighter color (or so he tells himself). In the hospital crowd, his eyes find her more often than not, usually when she’s not even aware of his presence, and he’s had time to study all the ways the light reflects on her locks. Not that he would admit it to anybody, but he studies her, the way one studies a work of art, trying to absorb the slightest nuances, and it unnerves him. It’s just a hair color. 

“Avery! Back me up here!”

Alex’s voice brings him back to reality, and he realizes he’s, once again, drifted off the second April entered the room.

“What?”

“Pippi Longstocking here wants us to study tonight and practice for our fellowship interviews. We’re watching the game, right?”

April rolls her eyes.

“Well, fine by me, Karev. Just because you don’t have any hospitals wanting you doesn’t mean we can’t prepare.”

Alex grunts, a sure sign the insult landed, and April smirks, proud of herself, a sight Jackson finds adorable (or something similar a grown man should feel towards his best friend). She takes a hairband, ties her hair in a knot, leaving a few strands of hair fall on her exposed neck, and the staring comes back with a vengeance, followed by a lip twitch. 

Uh.

Fixating on a friend’s hair is completely normal, right?

Right?

[captainvastolation]

Looked around AO3 and said “why the hell hasn’t anybody written Michael helping Gerry dye his hair??” and my first fic was born. 21k later, we finally got to the original inspiration.

“Fucking hell,” he sighed to himself and crouched to rummage around in the cabinets. He swatted at Michael’s legs to get it to lift them out of the way, and it obliged with a pointed look.

“What are you doing now?” It peered down at him from behind its knees. It had curled up into a tight fold on the counter much like it had on the couch the first time it had showed up at his flat. Gerry found the effect quite funny, actually. How it could go from something so large and imposing into such a relatively small ball was beyond him.

He rummaged around blindly, pushing past old, rough towels and half-used but long-forgotten tubes of toothpaste before his fingers brushed against what he was hoping for: the smooth edge of a little box he’d stolen from the chemist a few months ago, probably whenever he did his hair last.

In a few practiced motions, the various chemicals were in a small plastic bottle, and he shook it hard with his thumb over the top. His free hand riffled through the instructions and other nonsense in the box. What, no shit plastic gloves? It wasn’t that he cared if the dye stained his skin some, but he’d done his hair before without any precautions, and the deep bluish stains on his hands and nail beds took eons to fade. It almost made it look like his hands were unevenly rotting, and it was something he’d done his best to avoid since. He set the bottle back down to properly search through the few drawers under the sink. Hadn’t he had gloves at some point?

Ah, yes. The empty box laughed at him in his hand. Gerry of the past really enjoyed making things difficult for Gerry of the future. Presently, he was vexed with himself.

Michael’s question lingered unanswered as he chewed the piercing scar inside his lip. He glanced up at it, and its eyebrows still raised as if asking again what the hell he was up to. He sighed deeply and leaned back against the opposite wall.

“I need to do my damn hair, but I’m out of gloves, and since I get the cheap stuff it stains like hell. And I hate dealing with majorly stained hands for weeks.” He took another swig from the bottle of whiskey. It was nearly empty. “Guess I’ll just try to do it fast and scrub my hands while it’s processing.”

“I did not realize I was interrupting your regularly-scheduled grooming day,” it said with a giggle. It bounced in its bizarre echoes around the small space, but he found that he was pretty unphased by it at this point. Or maybe he was just still recovering from looking at it in the mirror and didn’t notice the additional headache.

“Oh, piss off. Guess I’m having uh, one of those…” he snapped his fingers a few times searching for the word. “Self care days! Yeah, that’s what rich white women call it. Why not.”

“Self care day?” It tittered back at him.

“Yeah, it’s when you do shit for yourself so you want to die a little less, or something like that.” He found a hair tie in the depths of another drawer and pulled the top part of his hair up into a tight bun. He grimaced slightly at the sight of it. Preppy did not suit him.

He focused on the task at hand, tracing the sectioned part with the nozzle, rubbing it into his scalp, moving to the next little section. He hadn’t realized until he put it up just how long his hair had gotten. Tilting his head to the side, a section spilled around to the front. It was damn near to his shoulder blades. Might not have enough dye. Shit. It was a problem for later. He’d already started; no stopping now.

As he continued working around the back of his head, he stopped to stretch his neck and shoulders. Twisting around to try to cover his scalp evenly was wearing on him, especially as the tipsiness settled into a comfortable drunk. Already paused, he tipped back the bottle and finished it off. Tasted like shit and burned going down. Between the burn in his throat and the sharp smell of hair dye, he reveled in the familiar discomforts.

He tried to turn his head in the mirror to see where he might have left off. He was trying to use his hands as little as possible at this point, since it would hardly be seen anyway. Michael’s soft laugh wrapped around him again, and he shot it a glance.

“Can I help you? You’re the one loitering in my flat watching me do this.”

“Oh, does someone not enjoy being observed? How curious,” it replied casually. “I find it funny that the Little Watcher has no eyes in the back of his head to see what he is doing.”

Gerry snorted and raised a middle finger to it, equally casual. He saw the first dark splotch sinking into the whorls of his fingerprint. Dammit.

It broke into a full laugh like he hadn’t heard before. It was a true belly laugh, with its head tipped back and its eyes closed. Its shoulders and chest shook with the force of it, and the sound deeper and fuller than its usual creeping giggles, washing over him in waves from every direction. Try as he might to keep a stern face, the unfettered joy was contagious. He had to set down the dye bottle and use both hands to hold onto the counter as he joined in. It was beyond ridiculous, every part of this. But dammit, for the first time in a long time, he was actually having fun.

“Christ, alright,” he finally said, carefully wiping the tears from his eyes with the knuckles that were least likely to have dye on them. “You have to let me actually do this in a timely manner, otherwise it’s gonna look even worse than usual.” He gingerly tapped a finger along the part to find where he had left off and was rewarded with glob of dye on his finger when he pulled it back. What a fucking pain. The acrid smell of the chemicals was getting to be overwhelming. He regretted finishing off the bottle already.

He stopped again to roll his shoulders and stretch his neck, sighing deeply through the familiar ritual. Push the parts that hurt, see how much more they could take, carry on.

“Gerard?” Michael asked into the quiet that had settled over them.

“Hmm?” He didn’t look up, still stretching his neck.

“Do you need help?”

Gerry’s attention snapped up to it. “Nah, I’ve done this forever. Just getting too old for my bullshit, I suppose.” He studied its face. No shit eating grin, no mischievous quirk of an eyebrow. Its eyes flitted through a series of barely-there pastels in an almost opalescent glow. “Besides, I don’t need you going all Scissorhands on me,” he joked gesturing at its hands folded in its lap.

It chuckled and held them up for him to see. “Mr. Scissorhands, I am not.” Like in Bristol, the fingers had lost their sharp edges, and the proportions were shockingly normal. He chewed on the inside of his lip. “Friends,” its voice caught slightly on the word. “Friends help each other, yes?”

[buried-in-autumn-leaves]

My girl btw if you even care (Qiu Route OC Intro Post)

Beatrice Callegari (who later goes by Bea, and then Trixie, changing each step) is my obligatory crossover OC. She moved around a lot, but in a small area, spending the last few years before Step One in Prism Vista. She's stubbornly independent, and blames Opal for her not having any friends. She liked the city because she likes loud active places, so the quiet nature of Golden Grove puts her off, and she complains about it constantly, going as far as to refuse to admit when she likes something about it.

She like... hates boys as a kid 😭 LIKE YK HOW LITTLE GIRLS ARE LIKE EWWW BOYS

She feels the need to be better than any boy she meets, so when she meets Qiu and he genuinely impresses her it pisses her off. When Qiu tells her what his name means and she doesn't know what hers means she's like why would you ever one up me like that I hate you. She has a crush on him from the start but it manifests in like a "I hang around him because I need to impress him so he thinks I'm better than him". Qiu doesn't catch on, he just thinks they're hanging out. She gets along fine with Tamarack but they do clash in Step One because she tends to treat everyone like they're less capable, like she parents her friends and it can come across as infantilization 😭

Because of her issues with boys her and Ren beef hardcore in Step One, and she doesn't really understand why it bothers her so much when Qiu sides with Ren over her. She also HATES Baxter but she will heal, trust 🤞

Step Two Bea is a MENACE. She wants so badly to be better than she was, but with Tama and Qiu going through their teen angst phases it basically like annoys her? Like she is trying to be better but she's very emotional and set off really easily. This leads to her having trouble keeping friends because of her trouble keeping her outbursts in check. She does get better at this over the course of the step, but it's basically a consequence of her suddenly deciding she's not gonna be that mean kid anymore.

She is really protective over Tamarack in this step. This causes some issues when Qiu and Tama clash, because Bea does defend Tamarack, but not out of any genuine anger towards Qiu. She just misses the way Qiu used to be and it makes her mad that other people effected them the way they did. This step is also where the majority of healing with Opal happens, which I'm not gonna talk about too much until I can play more of the step.

Also !!!! Her gender journey is effected a lot by Qiu in Step Two. She still uses she/her in Step Two (she's genderqueer and uses all pronouns after this) but she already knows that something isn't right here. She won't say anything because she has this paranoid obsession with the idea that people will think she's 'copying' Qiu due to how small the town is. She goes by Bea because she hates her birth name and figured it'd be easy to explain, but she still doesn't like it.

In Step Three, they go by Trixie. Fun fact this name was actually chosen by Qiu who called her that once as a joke, but she ends up liking it so much she keeps it. At his point he's accepted his emotions as part of him, and reached a sort of healthy middle between letting everything show and repressing until he snaps. This manifests in the form of almost constant snark and sarcasm.

This is the point where he gets into cosmetology. As a baby punk she did a lot of research into things like DIY and upcycling clothes but found she had a knack for cutting and styling hair. They love makeup and dyeing hair but won't dye their own because of the damage it can do to naturally red hair. (Side note, that one pic of those two girls where like one is sitting on the others lap and doing her makeup- that's Trix and Qiu.)

He doesn't give up on his aggressive protective instinct, even if Tama insists she doesn't need to be protected. He gets along a lot better with his mom, and even though he still misses the city a ton, he gets a sort of attachment to Golden Grove. (She's literally like there is one good small town.)

Most of this is open to change as the game comes out, but I am really excited about their character since I don't do OCs that don't like people much, especially their parents.

[theamityelf]

I know you answered a zombie au ask just yesterday, but, do you have any more drafts of Makoto interacting with his class? Or class 77?

No worries; I love that you guys enjoy this AU, and I enjoy writing it!

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"...Thirty-six...Thirty-seven...Thirty-eight..."

"Can she tell if you don't do all fifty?" Nagito asked, a curious tilt to his head as he ate a handful of popcorn, watching Makoto brush one of Junko's somehow-intact pigtails.

"Yeah, she can tell." (Makoto interspersed his counting throughout his explanation.) "I always thought she was joking when she said fifty, but one day I tried it, and it actually curbs a lot of her, uh, mischief."

In fact, Junko was genuinely falling asleep, her head dipping to rest against his knee.

Nagito looked fascinated. "You mean, she notices if you skip numbers or-?"

"Yep. If I try to cheat, she acts out again."

"Amazing. That seems to mean she can still count!"

"I guess so."

"Does she still talk?"

"Noises, mostly. Sometimes she says words, but they seem random. When Kyoko says words, they're definitely related to what she means to say. I'm not sure if Junko still understands what she's saying or if she just remembers the sounds of some words." He switched sides. "One...two..."

"She's putting a bone in your sock," Nagito observed.

Junko's eyes were still closed, and her body was still relaxing against Makoto's leg, but her hand had found his ankle and slipped a sparrow's vertebrae as deep into his sock as she could get it. It looked like she did it just absentmindedly.

"Yeah, she does that. It's fine. I'll take it out later. The real problem is when she pretends to choke on a bone so I'll get close enough for her to bite. She's really good at it."

"Hmm." Nagito smiled absently. He set aside his popcorn to help Ibuki un-snag her shirt from one of her piercings, but his mind was still on the previous topic, as evidenced by him shortly inquiring, "Do you like it when they bite you?"

"Like it? What do you mean?"

"Well, at some point, doesn't it start to seem like a sign of affection?"

"Oh, that. I guess in a way, yeah. I mean, they're definitely not doing it because they want to hurt us. It's just part of how they communicate. It's to show us what they're feeling."

"Exactly!"

Makoto wasn't sure what to make of Nagito's big grin, but he did his best. "It's pretty reassuring, how they can still make sure we understand them. It shows that they're still themselves, even though they're different in a lot of ways."

"Still themselves," Nagito echoed wistfully.

"...Forty-eight...Forty-nine...Fifty." Makoto finished at last with the other pigtail and carefully maneuvered Junko to sleep on something other than him. While he was getting her settled, Leon took the hairbrush and started brandishing it at him, but he merely said, "Sorry, but my hands need a rest. We'll do it later, okay?"

Leon tried to forcibly wrap Makoto's hand around the brush, and when Makoto stood his ground about taking a break, Leon huffed and threw it so hard across the room that he cracked the leg of a desk.

"You're just gonna have to go get it," Makoto said wearily.

Leon stalked away to get the brush.

Nagito offered Makoto some of his popcorn. He took a few kernels.

"That's one way he's different," Makoto said. "Leon never wanted anyone to touch his hair before."

"The dye job looks good," Nagito observed. "It was your first time, right?"

"Yeah. They sent me instructions with the dye, though, when I told them how agitated he was about his roots growing in." Makoto smiled at the memory. It had been difficult to dye Leon's hair, but he did feel like it had brought them closer. "My hands were stained for days."

Nagito looked at him a little oddly. Almost...sadly? No, that wasn't quite it.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Then, what are you thinking about?"

Nagito took some more popcorn, affecting a casual look. "Just that it's ironic, that's all."

"Ironic? That...my hands were stained? Or...?"

"Ah, Teruteru!" Nagito sighed, pulling his bag of popcorn out of the way too late to stop Teruteru from dropping a handful of bloody meat into it. "Well, that's a shame. We had so much left."

Makoto couldn't help thinking that Nagito was usually better at anticipating Teruteru's acts of food vandalism, and that he seemed relieved for the change of subject.

But he guessed it wasn't that big a deal, so he moved on. "Hina and Sakura always love having Nekomaru over. It's nice to see them having fun."

"I've been thinking about that," Nagito said. "What if, every now and then, we took the athletes outside? They really do need more room to run around."

What? Makoto checked to see if he was serious. "Outside? Where the reserve course are?"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure most of them are hunkered down in the reserve course buildings. And if we both do it together, then we can both make sure there aren't any problematic consequences. I think Peko and Sakura will stop the others from going too far."

"Yeah, maybe they would..." Makoto frowned. "But I still don't- Oh, hold that thought; Syo has scissors again." He sprang to his feet. "Byakuya! Help?"

Hina ended up being the one to restrain Syo, who had come perilously close to cutting off Hiyoko's ponytail.

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(For the record, I assume the colorful hair and eyes are the characters' natural features until given contrary evidence, but Leon does say that his hair is dyed, like, the first time we meet him, so.)

[starkbarnes-lovechild]

I did a thing. I'll post this on AO3 at a later date, once I can think of a title, but have fun. This is just a headcanon that I suddenly had when their emails were exposed in the movie.

I do apologize for any grammatical errors. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

<3

Henry's grinning as Alex tells him about the time he asked Nora to bleach his hair only to end up with patchy, orange strands and frayed curls. He can't imagine his boyfriend being a redhead and the idea has him giggling. Loosely holding one of Alex's hands, he gets into the spirit of hair mishaps and talks about Bea dyeing his hair black. The color had been even and it did look professional, but he had looked like an anemic, Victorian-era orphan boy that he had to have his hair bleached back to blond. As they move on to stories about Oscar and Ellen forgetting Alex in the hospital after he was born, he watches Alex's gaze shift and harden. The taller man's top lip quiver, a tell Henry knows is him trying not to snarl. This is Alex at his coldest and most terrifying, as if he's gearing for a fight. Moving his attention from his boyfriend, he knows his own eyes have gone cold.

When their emails had been leaked, they discussed in depth if they should pursue legal action against Miguel Ramos. Upon further investigation, it was found only Alex's personal email was hacked. The White House's servers were not tampered with, which meant it was not an issue of national security. Alex had always known in his gut that Ramos had something to do with Alex's account being hacked. He may not have been directly involved in the actual act but it had been likely he left breadcrumbs for some opportunists to be curious. Upon reading the journalist's articles for Politico, Henry couldn't help but agree with Alex.

Most people may not have noticed it but there had always been a clear trend in his articles. Ramos has an obsession with Alex that Henry personally found dangerous. It was subtle, Henry would give him that, but it was there, nonetheless. What he's uncertain of is if his editors assigned him to write about Alex because of said obsession or if the obsession came later.

Henry squeezes Alex's hand, feeling a reassuring pressure in return. Without letting go of his boyfriend, he lifts Alex's arm to wrap around his shoulder, their fingers still intertwined. His free arm gathers the younger man by the waist—a show of solidarity to anyone looking— as they watch the journalist make his way to them.

"Alex," Ramos greets with a smile on his face, as if he hadn't just brutally violated their privacy and very nearly ruined their entire lives. Henry is not a violent man but the audacity to not only flaunt his presence at the opening of the youth shelter they had helped Percy with but to approach them as if he hadn't fucked them over is making him want to punch the smug bastard.

"You really are something else, aren't you, Miguel?" Alex asks, squeezing Henry tighter to his side. He leans his head closer to the brunet, a reminder they stand together.

"What?" The man chuckles, shameless, "This is a public event," he continues. Henry tilts his chin up, looking down at Ramos. It's true that nothing's stopping him from attending events that both he and Alex need to attend. But the fact that this shelter is very close to their hearts, that Percy had let them handle the entire process, makes him a tad sensitive. It's been widely known that this project is Alex and Henry's baby, despite doing this for the Okonjo Foundation. Seeing Ramos' smug smile feels like a blow that he doesn't want to deal with.

"I guess I just stupidly thought you had some decency in you," Alex snaps, voice calm but dangerous. "After you fucked me and Henry over, I thought a part of you would actually feel some guilt." Ramos opens his mouth, likely to defend himself, "And don't even try to deny it. We both know you had something to do with my email getting hacked."

"Come on, Alex. I told you before, I'm a journalist. I always have my sources." He laughs, like this is some sort of inside joke. Something inside Henry flares with how Ramos is minimizing what they had gone through. All those sleepless nights, wondering how Alex was doing. The complete communications lockdown, being completely and irrevocably trapped in his golden cage for days. The twisting dread in his chest as he imagined how much his people must be have hated him for being gay.

Before Alex can respond, Henry finds himself speaking, "Like your sister?" his voice is soft, casual and perfectly friendly. But he knows there's an undertone of warning to it. Ramos pales, eyes widening in surprise. "The Gothic Rose, was it?" He feels Alex's confused gaze but his eyes are solely on the shorter man. "I wonder what her bosses at the CIA would think if they find out she hadn't actually changed her ways." He's not bluffing but he also won't get the journalist's sister in trouble. He's read the file on The Gothic Rose and it's clear she's genuinely a good person. He also knows she's estranged from her baby brother after she came out as trans and got consequently kicked out, while Miguel coming out as gay hadn't received the same harsh treatment. He just hasn't figured out how he got the woman to do his dirty work.

"You—" Ramos splutters, the tension now visible in his features.

"But you know what I find truly nefarious about your actions?" Henry continues, "is that your invasion of Alex's privacy isn't even purely due to your journalistic integrity," he takes a step forward, looming over the shorter man. "It's because you can't accept the fact that Alex fell in love with the rich, white boy who had everything handed to him on a silver platter, and not with the boy who came from the same background as he did." Without looking away from the other man, Henry tilts his head towards his boyfriend, addressing the younger man this time around, "His main goal was to hurt us, the article catapulting his career was just a humongous bonus."

Watching Ramos' jaw clench, he knows his words are affecting the man, "I have an eye for reading nuances, Mr. Ramos. Your obsession on Alex is clear to anyone who will try to look deeper." Alex squeezes his shoulder at this, the information clearly a surprise to him, "So I'd really appreciate it if you leave and stop tainting something genuinely good."

When Ramos actually leaves, Henry feels the relief settle over his body. With the way Alex himself slumps down, body covering his, his boyfriend feels the same. With his face tucked against Henry's neck, the taller man mumbles, "I didn't know."

Henry sighs, tangling his fingers through Alex's curls, "I don't think you were meant to know," his voice is just as soft, a secret shared between the lovers. "And besides," he adds, feeling suddenly playful to lighten the mood, "you were too busy looking at me while denying your attraction I doubt you had the mind to notice anyone." Hearing Alex's deep chuckle, Henry can't help but grin. His boyfriend's laugh is one of his favorite sounds.

"Shut up, Your Majesty." Alex teases, squeezing him tighter in gratitude.

[coraline-jones353]

Campsite Love, Pt 1

Summary: On a family trip to a campsite, you romanticize having a campsite love story. But this time it ends up coming true.

Henry Hart X f!reader

Warnings: Cussing

Coraline speaking: heyy guys, I had a scenario like this play out in my head before bed last night because I'm gonna be at a campsite this weekend so enjoy my hopeful thinking lol.

Also I think imma make this a mini series of 4 because I don't want it to be just one long story. So if y'all would be interested in that then go to the next part --->

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (still in the writing phase)

"Good morning!" My mom screams as she busts down my door at 7 am. Why do we have to leave so early, I think to myself as I turn away from the door as she throws open my black out curtains. "I'm up, I'm up." I say groaning and getting out of bed.

I walk into the bathroom and start to get ready for the day. After I've gotten dressed and what not I started double checking my bag for all the stuff I insist I need. I mentally do a checklist and decide I've got it all. After that I go help load everything up into the van. Then we have last minute bathroom time, grab any DVD's and snacks and get the hell in the car.

Since I'm the oldest under 18 I get the farthest back seat to myself so I can lay down and relax. I put my eye mask on, air pods in, and go back to sleep for a while.

I wake up with about an hour till we arrive at the campsite so I just play games on my phone and day dream. I start to let my mind wander to the what if's. Like what if I meet a cute guy and we actually hit it off. Maybe we'd go on a date and walk around at night together. Ooo or we could go to the playground and just swing for a bit, or maybe we can do the tye dye day and make matching clothes or make something for one another. There's just so many possibilities. And I think of them all as we pull into the campsite and to the cabin we will be staying in.

"Well this is our home for the next 4 days." My dad says as he starts to unload the van quickly since it's so hot outside. My mom said to unpack my stuff and just go have fun and maybe make some friends.

Worst idea ever I think to myself as I kick a rock down a path to the playground. I'm probably just gonna swing for a bit while listening to music and then just go back to the cabin. I hate making friends.

"Watch out!!" I hear three voices yell at me. I did indeed attempt to duck but I was not fast enough apparently. The basketball proceeded to hit my head as I scrunched up my face on impact.

"Ow" I groan rubbing my head and picking up the ball. I look up to hand it to the person that had the terrible shot and hit me. Just to see a teenager run up.

Gods was he hot. It felt like he was running in slow mow over to me.

Blonde hair, chocolatey brown eyes, chiseled jaw, and his shirt off. Holy shit I think he has a 6 pack.

"Hey, sorry about that my sister has bad aim." He apologizes as he seems to search me for further injuries. "Oh it's all good." I say still holding my head. Man I'm gonna need an ice pack later I think to myself.

"Is your head ok? We have ice packs I can give you from my cabin it's like maybe down the street from here." He says almost reading my mind. "Actually I will take you up on that because my head feels like it's throbbing and the ice will cool me down from this heat." I reply removing my hand from my head.

[coquitokisses]

Trusting Again | chapter 009: Christmas

Word count: 2208

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“Do we really need to buy all this?” Bucky said from behind me

I turned around and looked at him. “Yes, it’s Christmas.”

“Christmas where? We don’t even have any presents.”

“We don’t need presents to celebrate Christmas.” I grabbed a pancake box and put it in the basket that he was holding

“The house isn’t even decorated.”

I looked at him folding my arms. “Would you stop being so grumpy? You’re ruining the Christmas spirit.”

“I’m not grumpy.” He rolled his eyes

“Yes, you are.” I said as I continued walking

It’s been like a week and a half since we came to Denmark and yes, we are staying for what’s left of the year, obviously. And Nick is still trying to find us a place so we gotta be patient. But I like it here, it hasn’t been bad. Nick is coming back tomorrow even tho he was gonna be out of the country for work, but I basically gaslighted him telling him that he probably won’t see his precious legal daughter for a while and so now he’s coming to spend Christmas here. Tomorrow’s Christmas, by the way.

And right now I’m with Bucky at a supermarket buying stuff for a “Christmas dinner”. I was gonna bring Sam, but he was taking a nap and Steve was cutting some wood for the fireplace so I had to drag Bucky along since none of them, including Nick, want me going out of the house alone.

“Only thing left is the pie.” I looked at the small piece of paper where I wrote the list of things to buy

“Well come on, let’s get it.”

“They don’t have pie.” I scrunched the paper into a ball “We walked right past the section and there wasn’t any.”

“Well then we have to make it.”

“I don’t know how to make pie.” I looked at him

“You made cinnamon rolls the other night.”

“Well yeah, cinnamon rolls are different and easier, I’ve never made a pie before.”

“Pumpkin pie it’s a must have at Christmas dinners.”

“I don’t think we’re gonna find a pumpkin pie here and if you haven’t noticed, we’re in the middle of nowhere basically, we’re not gonna be able to find pumpkin pie close.”

“Then we have to make the pumpkin pie, Lina.” He said

I sighed. “Bucky, I’ve never made pie before.”

He shrugged. “How hard could it be?”

“Why don’t you make it then?” I crossed my arms

“I’ll help you, I don’t mind.”

“You can’t retract it.” I pointed my finger at him

He rolled his eyes. “I won’t.”

“Okay, then let’s buy what we need to make the fucking pie.”

We walked around the supermarket looking for the ingredients and when we had everything, I went to pay and we left. It was snowing a little and of course we came walking, it’s just like 10 minutes.

“I love snow, but I can’t wait to leave Denmark.” I said trying to catch up with Bucky

“I don’t really like it.” He replied “Nor the cold, really.”

“Why? It’s amazing.”

“Don’t know, ptsd maybe.”

“Oh.” Was the only thing I said “Shit, sorry.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” He said “I used to like snow tho.”

“You can’t tell me you hate it.”

He let out a light chuckle. “No, of course I don’t hate it, I just don’t enjoy the cold anymore.”

“Understandable.” I nodded “Well I love cold but summer is my favorite season.”

“Why?”

“Well for starters, my birthday is in summer.” I said “And I just love the beach too much, I go every year.”

“And when’s your birthday?” He asked

“July 7th.” I replied

“Close to Steve’s.”

“Yeah, we’ve celebrated it together before.”

“Really? That’s nice.”

“Should we make the pie first?” I looked at him

“Well I’m getting kinda hungry, so no.”

“At night?”

He nodded. “I think it’ll be better, yeah.”

“Alright then.”

(…)

*hours later maybe idk*

“Should I dye my hair?” I looked at the boys

We just finished eating by the way, we ate in the living room since we were watching a movie.

Steve lifted his head to look at me. “You wanna dye your hair?”

“I don’t know, I kinda want to because of all the shit that’s been happening.”

“Well what color? Wanna go blonde like Natasha?” Sam asked

“Nah, I already did blonde.” I shook my head “I bought bleach and a red hair dye but I’m not sure, I’ve never been redhead before.”

“I think it’ll suit you.” Bucky said

“I don’t know, I’m scared of fucking it up.”

“Well if you do, you can dye it back dark I guess.” Steve shrugged

“Yeah, guess you’re right.” I sighed “I don’t know, maybe I’ll do it.. maybe I won’t, I’m not sure yet.” I said getting up from the couch

I went to the kitchen and washed my plate. I was drying my hands with a napkin when Bucky came into the kitchen with his empty plate in his hand.

“Wanna do the pie now?” I asked him

“Absolutely.” He nodded

I giggled. “I love how excited you are about it.”

“Of course, it’s pumpkin pie.” He said and I chuckled

I took out all the ingredients we bought earlier today and placed them all on the counter. I grabbed Nick’s laptop and had to google how to make pumpkin pie and we just started doing it step by step.

(…)

“Is it done?” Bucky asked looking into the oven

“I think it is.” I replied putting the oven mitts on “Watch out, you can burn yourself.” I gave him a small pat on the shoulder and he moved, then I opened the oven

I took out the pie and placed it on the counter.

“Does it look done?” I asked taking off the mitts

“It looks done to me.” He nodded “I wanna try it, it looks good.”

“It needs to cool down.”

“Then put it in the fridge.”

“Google said we can’t, it has to cool down at room temperature.”

“Oh my god, are you serious?” He rolled his eyes “For how long?”

“Like two hours.” I replied “So I’m just gonna leave it here and I’m gonna take a shower.”

“What if I put it outside?” He said and we both looked at each other

“I don’t know.” I frowned a little “Google said that cooling the pie too quickly can make it sink and we don’t want that.”

“Two hours is too long.”

“Just do something, time goes by fast.”

He rolled his eyes. “I hope.”

(…)

It’s been like three hours, literally. After we got the pie out of the oven, I went to take a shower and when I got out, Bucky was watching a movie with Steve in the living room so I just went to Sam’s room and we’ve just been talking for a while.

“Hey, I forgot to tell you.” He walked over to one of his bags and took out something that I couldn’t really see from the bed

“What?” I asked

He turned around and showed me the disposable camera I bought months ago in Cuba. Sam knows I love to take pictures of everything and just have them to remember the moments so we decided to buy some disposable cameras. And we did used them, there’s one that’s full already and we never got to develop the pictures.

“Oh my god, you brought them?!” I looked at him

“Yes, of course.” He nodded bringing the two cameras to me “We have to get this one developed, it’s full.” He showed me one of the cameras

“And this one only has one left!” I said

“Oh give me that.”

He took the camera and he winded the little thingy until we heard a click.

“Come on, hurry.” He got up from the bed “We need a group picture with the two grandpas.”

I chuckled. “Oh I like that.”

He ran out of the room and I just followed him downstairs.

“We got one picture left so we’re taking it now.” Sam sat next to steve

“Oh no.” Steve said

“Oh yes.” I said plopping down between Steve and Bucky

“Cameras weren’t like that last time I saw them.” Bucky said moving a little so I can be more comfortable

“Yeah, and there are more a little more complicated than that one.” Steve replied

“Alright, are y’all ready?” Sam asked lifting his arm “On three, one.. two.. three.”

“Say panties!” I added

“Panties!” Sam and Bucky said and Sam took the picture

“Oh my god.” Steve rolled his eyes and we laughed

“Now we have to find some place to develop the pictures.” I said getting up from the couch

“Where did you get that?” Steve asked looking at me

“We bought it in Cuba, we have another one but that one is also full.” I explained “But we never went to develop the pictures so now we’re stuck with two full cameras.”

“We can go and have them develop before we leave Denmark.” Sam looked at me

“We could.” I nodded “Well anyways, I’m gonna serve myself a piece of pie, y’all want some?”

“Hell yeah, are you kidding?” Bucky said getting up from the couch

“What about you?” I looked at Sam and Steve

“Well a slice wouldn’t hurt.” Steve shrugged

“I want one too.” Sam added

“Fine, but you’re coming to get your plates.l I told them

Bucky and I went to the kitchen and first I cut a slice for Sam and one for Steve before Bucky and I cut ourselves some.

“It smells good.” Bucky said taking a piece with his spoon and he then ate it

“It does.” I nodded “How is it?”

“It’s amazing.” He replied

“Is it really?” I asked taking a piece from mine

“Yeah.” He nodded

I ate the piece on my spoon and it tasted pretty damn good not gonna lie.

“Oh it is good.” I said with my mouth full

He chuckled. “It is.”

“I remember my grandma used to make pie.” I said “But it doesn’t taste as good as hers.”

“Yours is very good tho.”

“Thanks.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“You ask too much, Barnes.” I tilted my head

“What? I’m a curious guy.” He shrugged

I chuckled. “Go ahead.”

“Have you looked for them?” He asked

“Who?”

“Your family.” He replied

“No, uh.. I haven’t, actually.”

“Why not?”

“I just.. I don’t know, I kinda assumed they might think I’m dead so.” I shrugged

“But you’re not.” He said “Don’t you think it’ll be nice for them to know that?”

“I’ve actually never thought about this.”

“Why?”

“It just didn’t seem like a possibility.” I replied “I spent six years in another country, doing things that they’re not gonna be proud of so I just decided to forget about it because I didn’t see me getting out.”

“But you are now.”

“Well.. things are not looking too good right now either.”

“But you know what I mean.” He said “You got out, you’ve been living your life and you’re physically okay.”

“Yeah, guess you’re right.”

“Aren’t you a little curious?”

I sighed. “I don’t know..”

“If there’s a possibility that your sister’s still alive, wouldn’t you like to know about her?”

“I would.. more than anything.”

“Don’t you think your family would too?”

“I don’t know.. it’s been too long.” I sighed “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Could some of your family still be alive?”

“Well I got Steve.” He said and that honestly warmed my heart

I smiled. “Well yeah, but you know what I mean.”

“I don’t think so, no.” He shook his head

“You said you had sisters.” I crossed my legs

“Yeah.”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“What if at least one is alive?”

“Lina, it’s almost 2017, I don’t think they are.”

“You don’t know that.”

“There’s a high possibility that they’re not.”

“You’re very pessimistic, you know that?” I crossed my arms

“I’m not pessimistic, I’m being realistic.”

“But you don’t know that for sure.” I said “Why don’t you try?”

“Okay, if I agree, you have to do it too.” He said

“Bucky, I..”

“Bucky, I agree too.” He said and I just sat there, he stared at me waiting for me to speak “Come on, say it.”

I let out a sigh. “Okay, fine! I agree too.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard.”

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”

“You gonna dye your hair or what?”

“I don’t know, it’s a big step.”

“Oh please.” He huffed “You said you’ve been blonde before.”

“Yeah, like, really blonde.” She said “I bleached my hair.”

“Then do it again.”

“But those were other times.” She rolled her eyes

“How long ago was it?”

“Like three or four years ago.”

“You’re not staying blonde, you’re dying it red.”

“I’m scared!”

“Oh my god.” He rolled his eyes “Just do it.”

“It’s a big step! I’m not just gonna “do it”, I need to really think about it, what if I don’t like it?”

“If it’s any help, I don’t think you’re gonna look bad at all.”

“That’s nice of you to say, great way to start being an optimist.”

He chuckled. “Sure.”

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[boopshoops]

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For Jojo, Shishi, and Ezzie (The Twst OCs ;w;) for the OC Ask meme)

Similarly to the last post!! This is color coded: me/narrator as default, blue as Jocia, and green as Ezra

🥣what's your favorite food?

"So this is some sort of interview? Alright then," Jocia gruffly responded, slouching over in her seat upon realizing the question was actually rather simple. She grinned, "Bulgogi's a fav. It's something my sister showed me when we were kids. Apparently she was trying to learn more about our family history or somethin', did a damn lot of research too."

"It's not something I looked much into myself, but I'm a complete sucker for anything barbecued or grilled. I think... Oh yeah, we tried it out on a camping trip. I stole some of hers off her plate," Jocia chuckled, scratching at the back of her head as she reminisced, "I gave her hell during that trip. Wouldn't be surprised if that's why we never did something like that again. Made it up to her later, though."

-

"Ooh! How fun!" The professor exclaimed with a sharp-toothed grin, "Let's see, should I go into detail? I don't see why not. You're supposedly looking into learning more about me after all, little sprout," He cheerfully pondered aloud, politely folding his hands in his lap.

"My favorite dish is Pasta Alla Gricia. It's absolutely divine. With most of the foods I like, they've unfortunately been changing and shifting in ways I'm simply not a fan of with the passage of time. BUT! With this? It's only gotten better since the first time I tried it one hundred years ago! I'll gladly buy you some sometime, little sapling. Oh! Perhaps I can get some for the whole class... Like a day of celebration after one of our competitions! It's important for student's to destress, after all!~" Ezra hummed to himself with a firm nod.

🥰do you think you're attractive?

"Uh..." The woman droned on, crossing her arms over her chest. She offered a casual nod after perusing her own thoughts, "Like, physically? Sure, yeah," She bluntly answered.

"It's not really something I've thought too much of before. I guess looking in the mirror and seeing how far I've come gives me something to be proud of. Especially since I'm... not the best at styling. Everyone else in the family got all that."

"But, hell, I've worked hard on myself. Even if working out and such is more of a chill hobby of mine, I'm still confident in how I'm built. Not to mention I can see little parts of the people around me in myself too, yeah? Like- an old friend of mine regularly helps me dye my hair, and I got my piercings at the same time as my brother. If I didn't like those parts of myself, it feels kinda like a dig on them too. No matter whatcha think anyway, there are gonna be people out there who think you're pretty sick."

"...Eh, I'm not good at getting all sappy."

-

Ezra blinked, his drawing his lips into a line. His brows furrowed, "This is a difficult question to be modest about, isn't it?" He awkwardly chuckled, bringing a hand up to massage his temple.

"Oh, I don't know. I have a lot of things I have to work on, truly. It's quite an ordeal. Not that I'm not proud of my appearance! After all, a lot of it was greatly inspired by my late father."

"...Ah! I forgot to mention- I'm a changeling fae, of course. I'm not the biggest fan of shapeshifting, however, so I try my best to correlate my appearance to my adoptive human family. In that way, I suppose topics such as 'attractiveness' are a bit more complicated to someone like me, dear," He finished, dodging and weaving around the actual question through his rambles.

🏘️where's your happy place?

Jocia brightened up a bit at this, smirking as the answer came easily, "With my siblings," she replied briefly.

"They're fun as hell to be around. We got each other's backs. They're a bunch of little shits sometimes, but we know each other better than anyone else," She paused, "At least... most of us. More of a reason for me to get home, as if I didn't need any more of one already."

-

"My classroom, of course! Oh, it's so fun!" The teacher excitedly replied, eccentrically taking the time to pop up out of his seat and lean over the table, "It's where I spend most of my time! Working with students in bloom, watching their talents grow, listening to my favorite stars sing broadway, tending to my adorable potted plants..." He babbled on endlessly, happily explaining to no end.

"...I haven't been here for very long, that is true, but it has very quickly become my favorite place to be. So much so I often get caught up in things and forget to attend meetings. I suppose me and the other fae individuals here have that in common... I'm working on that, however! Got to make sure my memory is in top condition!"

"Is that it? 'Kay. Be seeing ya."

-

"This was very pleasant! Thank you kindly for inviting me."

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[charkyzombicorn]

bartolomeo in any of your aus

(I want to see him simp for the straw hats)

Bartolomeo in All my aus - and quickly before I regret it

Edit: More

Edit: Even More

Son of the Fog AU - everything's the same except Barto heard rumors abt a haunted skeleton pirate and tried to find him to join his crew. He didn't, but he starts frothing at the mouth when he finds out that Premium Luffy Lore and Brook is his second favorite strawhat

Teach him a Lesson AU - In Loguetown Barto still gets his reverence for Luffy because Luffy acted the same when put in the same situation, but he also noticed how amused Luffy's captain looked, and so becomes a Luffy And No One Else stan

Yoinked AU - Barto never really meets Luffy, since Luffy doesn't have the freedom to be a pirate

Marine Dads AU (just dog dad tho) - Barto hears abt Luffy a lot later, post-marineford, but is very inspired by his story and once he finally meets him he starts crying and Luffy has no idea what to do because Barto hasn't even introduced himself yet

One Piece/Soul Eater crossover - Barto is one of Franky's peers and was a super tough bad boi but then Luffy and Usopp (accidentally) saved him from a witch that had magnetism powers that Barto was weak against in pitchfork-form and human-full-of-piercings form. Barto founded the Luffy cult and co-founded the Usopp cult, and joined in marineford-adjacent because he would follow Luffy and Usopp to the ends of the earth

Selkie Usopp AU - Bartolomeo is very passionate abt selkie and fishman rights, and somehow knows more abt selkies than Usopp and Buggy put together (he needed to know abt Luffy-senpai's beloved's culture lest he offend one of The Strawhats)

Myths & Gods AU - Barto was rejecting gods for his whole life when he got stabbed, his arms broken, kidnapped and thrown into a field to die after a gang fight. He couldn't exactly figure out where the hell he was, only that the place was full of flowers (that were god flowers but he didn't know that). He ended up chewing on a sunflower because the seeds are edible maybe and Luffy appeared like 'Hah! First time In a while I've seen someone do that' and then brought everyone over to see the hobo sleeping in their flowers, and tell Sanji to feed him. Barto will now tell everyone that asks that the gods are awesome and they saved him and he's still a pirate but hes borderline door-to-door Mormon because he just won't stop talking abt how the gods helped him in his lowest hour

One Piece/Fruit's Basket Crossover Au - Barto was a delinquent kid (and still kinda is) that, in middle school, ended up in a gang fight with high schoolers. He and his little gang was losing miserably but then they saw a crying "girl"(Barto wasn't sure at the time) with a broken nose that pointed at the towering highschoolers and Luffy, Zoro and Sanji all came out, Zoro with a baby strapped to his back, and they all proceeded to beat the shit out of those highschoolers. That cemented them as the coolest people Barto knows, but then Luffy went up to him and said he had really cool hair and he looked like Brook. Barto had no idea what that meant but it started his massive fanboy crush as well as his entire gang's matching massive fanboy crushes

Wing AU - pretty much same as canon except Barto's got some wings with a lot of dye in them, so much it's hard to tell what kind of wings they are. He can't control his wings flapping when he's excited and he's always tripping around Luffy because he keeps accidentally flying a centimeter and then falling

Roger's Ghost AU - Bartolomeo occasionally thinks abt killing himself so he can be part of Luffy's ghost posse but he never does, he also does a lot more research into the origins of the strawhat because he doesn't want Luffy to be cursed (he knows about the curse even if none of the crew does, it was by accident)

Sun's Personality AU - Bartolomeo is in denial that Luffy isn't entirely Him, tries his best not to wonder if it was Luffy that inspired him or Nika. He had a bit of a strained relationship with his devilfruit at first but learning that Strawhats liked cohabitation with their devilfruit meant Barto put some effort into actually knowing his devil, and they ended up having more in common even if his devil is very straight-laced and traditional while Barto is Barto

Halloween au - Bartolomeo is a cockatrice that is absolutely obsessed with Luffy and draws fanart that borders on furry art of him All The Time and if anyone says anything derogatory about any of the crew he turns them into stone. He has dog ears that he wears in private