#im about to take up sewing because of one bitch

[cyberm0sh]

Hi!

I want to get into modifying clothes/sewing/etc but I have no idea where to start and I've never really sewn before, aside from minimal repairs. I also don't have access to a sewing machine. I was wondering if you have any advice, both in general and for what type of project is reasonable to take on.

Thank you!

yo!!

so fun fact i do not own a sewing machine and have never operated one in my life. LOL. (it's a project for whenever im in an apartment that would actually give me the space to have one, one day!)

my biggest advice is to look at what you have, look at what you like but don't love, and think about what u could do to make it better! you can also start with the stuff you dont like and either repurpose it for materials or donate it, and work your way up, or just like. brainstorm for projects idk. i work on one piece at a time usually!

so here's some project ideas of stuff i do pretty regularly in my own wardrobe!

Cropped tshirts! i HATE how long band tees are now. it sucks. bitch thats a DRESS. i had a bunch of shirts from bands i loved that i just never wore because id either have to tuck it in my pants and even then theres just be so much fabric and itd look weird and lumpy, so i just cropped them all! my preferred length is what i like to call "80's slutty men's crop top", so just long enough to be like a normal tshirt but raises a bit and shows a lil midriff when my arms are lifted. good shit. don't even need to hem them tbh (though do keep in mind when measuring that about an inch of fabric will roll up on itself if it's not hemmed)

blank shirts or tanks are great canvases (ive printed some lino patch stamps directly on tank tops, and ive seen people printing on black with gel bleach mixed with cornstarch?? dying to try it once im less busy)

patches is an obvious one, you dont need a machine! this post has more advice if ur into that

diy distressing! recently distressed a sweater for a goth night and its honestly entered my everyday wardrobe its such a good layering piece (only took like. a day of very rushed ripping w a seam ripper because i started the day before the event. lmao.) and underneath was this cheap back-of-spencers bodyrage lingerie top i got at the thrift that had this godawful red plaid pattern printed on shitty polyester, and i just painted over it with black fabric paint so it kept its flexibility (even w a relatively thick coat of paint to get it opaque, it isnt crunchy at all, and feels more like a pleather material) (fabric paint can be made w equal parts cheap acrylic and fabric softener, if the paint is too thick to work with, add fabric softener, also its better to have too much fabric softener than too much acrylic for that texture aspect i just mentioned)

on a similar topic, rit dye is ur BEST FRIEND!!! i have a vendetta with synthetic dyes so im just talking about the REGULAR ALL PURPOSE rit dye. anyways yeah just takes a sink or a bucket and warm water and an hour. i also follow the instructions and add a cup of salt and a tsp of dish soap idk if makes a difference, but ive had great results. this shirt used to be light brown and now look at her. my baby. color distribution is so smooth. ptit belliveau acadian king (listen to ptit belliveau the album. theres both a hyperpop and a metal song on the album i love him)

im also big on visible mending personally!! i have a flannel that is so old and so fragile and i call it my flannel of theseus, these are its elbows

thats all i can think of for now?? but a lot of these are super super easy (minus maybe the stamps?? and making the patches themselves depending on complexity. im a big fan of complex patches i think they make crust pants look so much better in the long run but thats my taste talking)

hope this helps and inspires :D!!

[nymphrod]

ALRIGHT BITCHES IM DRUNK ON COLD MEDICINE AND HOPPING ON THE NON EXISTANT BANDWAGON THAT IS APPLEDUST

Being bedridden, Im OBVIOUSLY gonna write a fagfic, so here's the beginning of it because im desperate for approval uwu

[[[“Ha! Good luck with that one.” Husk barked the moment Charlie, Vaggie and Alastor guided Lucifer out of the room to begin the tour of the Hazbin Hotel.

Angel and Sir Pentious looked at Husk quizzically as he made Mimzy’s drink.

“You heard him, he said he likes women.”

“Oh baby, I’ve made straight men quiva’,” Angel starts, using his pointer and middle finger, to walk up Husk’s arm, “all it takes is a little… effort.” He finishes his statement by using his hands to puff up his chest fluff.

“Ain’t that the truth! Men are too easy!” Mimzy snorts, sipping her drink.

“I’ll bet even Niffty hasss a better chance!” Sir Pentious laughs loudly, joining in on the bullying.

As if on queue, Niffty scurries onto the bar, stabbing a roach with a sewing pin, grinning wildly at the roach squirming, before running off to who knows where to do who knows what with the poor insect.

“IIIII don’t know about that… But I’ll definitely put money on Angel failing.” Husk adds, wiping the bar clean from Niffty’s ‘hobbies’.

Angel barks out a laugh “I’ll take ya up on that bet!”

“$20 bucks says you’re gonna be sittin’ here drinkin’ me dry when he rejects your ass.” Husk leaned on the bar, smirking playfully at the porn star.

Angel, leaning in to show he wasn’t backing down, “$50, and loser-” glancing at Pentious, “loSERS treat everyone else to a night on the town.”

Sir Pentious and Husk glance at each other, hesitating, but only briefly before they both slam their hands on the bar dramatically, shouting, “Deal." ]]]

[the-fallen-collective]

Since having a partner who lives in germany, im very much focused on the time. He’s 7 hours ahead of me, so every single time I look at the time, I always counts 7 hours ahead.

But then I also.. just think about germany. And living there. And man…. I did not realize how much I miss it and how much I truly long to be back.

I don’t remember much, but here’s some things I do remember. Or at least things I’ve seen in pictures.

We used to live in Katterbach, which was right by Ansbach (or kind of in it? Can’t remember fully). We lived on a military base with a lot of apartments. I think ours had three or four stories? And we were on the very top, and we had a balcony, and we lived right next to just miles upon miles of fields and farmland.

I still kinda remember the layout of our apartment too. It was decently sized and homey. There was a basement too and everyone had their own section where they their stuff in little cells. I remember loving to run through it and finding empty cells to go play in.

I also remember absolutely loving the snow our first winter there. We moved to germany from a desert, so it was a massive change. Where we used to have nothing but sand, dirt, dust, tumbleweeds (those bitches), and the occasional shrub, we were suddenly in a place filled with greenery and nature and snow.

There was a big park right across from our apartment that we went to almost every day. Because it had a giant wooden structure where there were I think 4 metal slides, we called it rocket park. It was basically three parks in one, and we loved it. It was our favorite place there in Katterbach.

I also went to a nice two story school. That’s where I met my then best friends, Alethea and Chloe. We were all three peas in a pod, never went anywhere without each other. We were taught german (I remember “kuchen” having been my favorite word to learn since.. well… I loved cake). And oddly where I learned the US national anthem-

We had a cool playground at our school, I pulled out a friends tooth (Chloe’s) at school, ate some mushrooms we found outside, collected snails, saw a car on fire in the parking lot once, and my second grade teacher was the nicest old lady, Ms. Willow, who often let me play with playdoh

That’s also where I learned to ride a bike. The first time I rode without training wheels and learned to be confident and take sharp turns.

I also remember Alethea teaching us to sew by hand, my friends Landon and Alexander, and going to play with Alexander a lot and even one of his birthday’s where we played with legos and this cool candle that opened like a flower

We traveled a lot too.

I loved the Nuremburg christmas market, and gluhwein (my parents let me sneak snips and got me the non alcohol cider when we could find it). I even have a picture of me and my brother in this mini ferris wheel they had set there

We visited Ansbach a lot, and I’m pretty sure that’s also where we got out groceries-

We visited Munich several times. I don’t really remember much from Munich, but I have some pictures of us there

We also visited several castles, which was fun. My brother got us kicked out of one… but the ones we could explore inside were so cool! And I remember this one little shop at the bottom of the hill of this one castle we visited with awesome as hell swords and this real old looking book we could write our names in

We visited and payed our respects at Dachau, a concentration camp from the holocaust. Even if I was young and didn’t really understand yet, I remember feeling how heavy and solemn the place was.

I also remember this one new years when we had friends over and I had this big poofy princess dress on and we were playing games and staying up late and father and his friends somehow went into the field and shot fireworks

I remember one halloween going to father’s work base where they had a bunch of activites and even had a helicopter made into a “haunted helicopter” that I apparently led a whole bunch of kids through who were too scared to go in alone

We also traveled a lot over Europe too. To Spain, Italy (where my grandpa is from), Czech Republic, Hungary, Austria

There’s more I can’t remember right now, I’m gonna ask ma for more photos from germany and hopefully that might bring back a few memories and I’ll add to this but man… I really miss Germany a lot. It felt the closest to a home I ever had. It felt more home than anywhere in America ever has

[xoxitgirl]

⊹₊ ⋆ seasons results! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⟡ part one ⟡

so usually I try to write it down from the day i start and document the results from then but I literally forgot lmaoo so heres it broken down into every couple days/every week! ima keep this method tho ngl because its so useful but this is probably gonna be a long post bc i wanna be as raw as possible w ya’ll.

season one: jdnavsthewrld ⋆𐙚 ₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡

overview

so first and foremost—my season is going to be filled with all of my designs blowing up, making hundreds of dollars a week, improving my relationship with my boyfriend, and getting a new charger. I wrote out everything in detail so that way it was easier for me to understand exactly what I want like shipping out orders and stuff in my new car, taking a trip to NY, collaborating with some designers that I really like + meeting some designers as well, having hella photo shoots, etc! so it starts off with me getting a new car, it’s easier for me to process all of my orders and get yarn/make clothing just because I have a more efficient car.

dec 3-10

this week was full of me reminding myself im living in my season and my whole idea is about my buisness blowing up and a new carr so ngl its already blown up a little cause someone posted my skirt but it slowed down and now its picking back up. one thing that I’m trying to remember is that I’m not going to know how good it is to have a lot of sales unless I know what it’s like to have lower sales like understanding the duality of owning a business that not every single day you’re going to have the most ideal amount of sales, but that time to be creative and breathe will definitely lead you to that outcome in the long run. I made 4 sales this week so its definitely making me feel a little like imposter syndrome like this cant be happening blah blah blah but I quickly redirected my thoughts to, “what happens in my season? my business was meant to blow up, this is what I’m meant to be doing.”

dec 11-18

okay I made 6 more sales, when I started I had 25 now I’m at 35 so I feel hella confident because I’m constantly falling asleep doing SATS. I can literally feel all the excitement and anxiety and nerves that come with an abundance of success. I sold my biggest custom order to a new client, this two piece set and a fur skirt so I’m like damn. its only bigger and better from here. another thing I added was me and my boyfriend are getting better and connecting more and I feel like our relationship is definitely growing in a healthier way. I made around $300 this week from my pieces so I cant even be upset if I wanted to (,:

dec 19-25

so okay new updateee I sold another 3 item set so I made another $100 this week, mind you im writing this the 21st so the week’s not even over yet, and I feel hella confident in my season. I finally finished drafting everything thats happening. im also having a lot of fun maintaining that it’s already mine. I literally spend so much time vaunting. I was meant to be a designer. of course I have sales, im that bitch. people loovee my clothes cause who else is doing it like me? literally nobodyy. this is what gets me to feel more confident too, if you’re not reassuring yourself who is yk? and my relationship is sooo goodd 🥺 like its been so peaceful and my bf has been surprising me with pinterest dates and shit like what is my lifee!!

ima come back and update after my moms bday, I always have a routine for the new year which is expelling all old energy. like cleaning my room, donating clothes, i also sage everything, make new sigils, wash my hair and alll my clothes so yeah lol i have a feeling the new energy will be beautiful.

dec 26-jan 2

okay I’ve been learning how to sew and I’ve been getting really really good at it. like making my own pieces by myself—before I used to have my mom help me, but now I actually know how to sew fr. I wanna show y’all so ill insert some things ive made/been making. ngl tho I think ima give it like a week or so more to really saturate my mind because I been listening to this sub by slade and its really been helping but I gotta focus on consistency! so thats really what im focusing on through the 15th so more updates around then!! my goal is to have more posts and get ready for a mini photoshoot.

jan 3-jan 12

jan 4th.. coming up with designs that are exactly what I envision/things that ive never seen knit or done in this style. made my collab post but skeptical about when I should make my collab collection so well see but I feel like the things im making rn are multimillion dollar designs like I can feel it in my core. also about to clean my car out soon to trade my car in for the charger of my dreams, apparently my parents were looking for chargers for monthsss and didn’t tell me cause they wanted to surprise me.. for reference y’all I literally have a charger sub i made 5 months ago and was so in my head about it but now i feel like my mind is fully saturated. every time I drive, it feels like im already in a new car, I imagine it in the driveway. I already have it in the 4d so its beyond mine in the 3d.

jan 7.. omg so update, I literally cleaned my car out today and I’m trading it in on friday like what the fuck is my lifee I knew it would happen but this was the first time where I realy put my foot down and envisioned myself driving the car literally everywhere. I race ppl like im in a charger already lmaoo the planes were bound to align sooner or later!! ill insert how it looks when it gets here yall we might have to order it but this is the first step in my journey—I get my charger, my design acc blows up, and so forth. (;

okay hi guys I made 2 sales recently and I just got my charger, everything literally feels like it’s falling into place and it’s kind of surreal. I think I’m gonna make a part two for my results because this post is getting helllla long but I GOT A 2023 CHARGER STX and tbh I wanted an R/T but the only one I could get was 2015 so im just hella happy I got a brand new car and it looks EXACTLY HOW I WANT—black rims, spoiler, it looks so mean!!! ugh im in love. peep my noface air freshener from my last car (,: and it only has 10 miles yall… I love using seasons so much

next post coming by valentines day! 💋

itgirl ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[acroagoraphobe]

What Makes a Man a Monster

Chapter 6: The Man Who Came Up With A New Concept Of Death.

Hiii yeah just felt like writing a chapter today! (Because I just edited a fandom wiki article about me and Im in a writing mood.)

ANYWAYS.

Violence iminent, be warned.

ALSO I MIGHT NOT DO THE COLORED TEXT FOR A FEW CHAPTERS BECAUSE IT'S ANNOYING TO HAVE TO DO AND I WANNA MAKE CHAPTERS QUICKER :3 (Also ill be able to make longer chapters without them takjng so long to add colors and text effects in :)

The ominous sounds of the deser wafted into to the ears of all who could hear. Distant screams and gunshots being heard from a road far away from the town of Novac. Sixer's next destination.. Hopefully.

But now, he was too busy making those distant screams of pain. And they werent his.

He had already grabbed his arm and reatached it, It stuck back on like a magnet and became good as new. The gore of his arm being blown to bits all forgotten already.

The few remaining raiders met their demises at the bullet from a classic. A 10mm pistol covered in blood, dirt, and wasteland.

Bodies fell to the ground, pooling red liqud around them before it soon seeped into the dusty soil beneath. Sixer's Luck always had a habit of somehow going his way.. either that.. or.

He was so unfortunate that it looped back around to the luck of a rabbit's foot strapped to your belt loop.

After the raiders had all dropped, like the scavenger Sixer was... he got looting. He found a fistfil of caps and some chems. Snatching it all up along with the ammo from the dead attacker's weapons, dropping each individual bullet into a pocket in his bag, clinking together as he closed the pocket and shifted his bag.

One of the raiders also had a bottle of shitty booze. Fuckin hell it'll work I guess. Sixer took a swig, not giving a fuck about whos mouth had been on it before. I mean hell can't get worse than the Bubonic Plague, and he's had that before.

Which is a long story for another time that crosses too many history books to list it all. History books that are probably obliterated and gone by now except for in those vaults.

After he pilfered the remains, Sixed went back to his usual activities on the road, Which consisted of walking. And Walking. And looking at a cactus over there. And avoiding talking to those traiders.

Then seeing a group of NCR soldiers get attacked by a bunch of men in skirts and football gear, making them look like absolute losers. I mean what man wears a damn skirt. WEAR PANTS FOR FUCKS SAKE.

Of course not bashing on other men who wear skirts, Just legion dipshits.

Sixer just walked past, trying his best to not get involved. And he didn't, because he couldn't give two shits what the skirt boys and bear bitches were fighting over today.

Soon enough he reached the town of Novac, covered in blood and his clothes destroyed to high hell. With only drugs, 10 caps, and a bottle of alcohol to his name. Oh and this gun too I guess.

He Stumbled his way into Novac and up a set of stairs into this giant-ass dinosaur, when inside, slapping his few caps and his chems down on the counter.

[I need Shit to fix my clothes.]

"Well, I might have something lyin around.. A sewing kit and some fabric? Get all sorts of stuff in here ."

The man at the counter flinched slightly when the items were slapped onto the couner, not expected Sixer to come in so suddenly and aggresively.

[This better be good enough, Dinosaur fanboy, cause it's all I got.]

"I guess it'll have to do, ya look like yeh've been through hell n' back there-"

[Long story, Wouldn't believe me.]

"All right, let me grab some things for you."

The man who's name wasn't exactly important because lets face it, he's not plot relevant other than this, came back with a needle and thread along with scrap fabric.

Placing it down on the counter and pocketing the caps and chems that Sixer had placed on the counter.

Sixer soon stormed out and found a nice rock to sit on, taking off his shirt and stitching up the massive hole in it with the fabric that was only a slightly different color from his white Tank top.

It was more of a grey-beige fabric, and it barely hid most of the bloodstains and holes. But whatever, It worked. Stupid shitty clothes getting fucked up all the time. Fuckin covered in dirt and crap.

Sixer soon after worked to stitch his pants, an entire pant leg had been blown off and it kinda sucked having to make a whole ass new pant leg. Although Sixer definitely had the tailoring skills needed, since he's been fixing his own clothes since WAY before sewing machines were invented or even thought of.

Sixer finally finished fixing his clothes up after the whole ordeal and simply sat on that rock, thinking about what to do next.

[visceralvalentine]

I FORGOT TO SEND THE ASK YESTERDAY I'M SORRY

Anywho~ Janice question time‼️‼️

- If she was a canonical character what would change of the Water 7 and Enies Lobby arcs? Would she be involved in most or only some of it?

- Does she get along with Franky? Does she know much about the relationship between him and Iceberg?

- Furthermore, what is relationship with Chimney and Kokoro? I’d imagine Janice would take the former under her wing, not as a apprentice seamstress or anything, but in a weird girl - weird girl kinda way

I CANT BELIEVE YOU WOULD LEAVE ME HANGING FOR AN ENTIRE DAY...... SMH MY HEAD....

if she was canon i dont think the arcs themselves would change too much. she tends to stay at the sidelines and enjoy the scenery. ive tinkered with the idea that cp9 might target her for pluton as well, but im not sure if i want to go through with that or not. well see. HOWEVER...

i have this idea in my head of a little thing that happens between them during those arcs:

while iceburg is fixing the merry because it wants to sail again, janice is standing on the ground below him yelling at him to come home because hes injured. shes not being mean about it - if anything shes got like a joking quality to her nagging. shes never genuinely nagging or being a bitch. iceburg is so determined to get it done that he snaps at her, yelling "GO HOME, JANICE!" iceburg yelling in general is scary, but he doesnt really call her by her name which makes it scarier imo. he usually calls her jan or doll (which didnt start off as a petname. i will happily explain if you wanna know the lore lmfao)

if it was anyone else she woulda just crashed out, but its iceburg. so she stares at him like 🥲 and leaves. he apologizes later ofc and jans like "yeah thats what i thought" and all is well. just an idea.

i think she would find frankys shenanigans EXTREMELY amusing. dancing half naked in the middle of town? shed be laughing all day. i dont think theyd interact very much one-on-one, but if they did i think theyd get along SUUUPEEERRRR well. hehe get it? get it?

i think shed get along with kokoro and chimney too! all three have this strange quality to them that makes them so compatable. i like to imagine her sitting with chimney and kokoro while the shipwrights are building the sunny.

i could see janice actually trying to teach chimney how to sew too. how well that would go is up for interpretation... but for now theyre just like the weird aunt and neice combo. janice is so weird childless aunt coded.

anyways heres janice in the sims!

(fun fact: janice doesnt actually have heterochromia... but which eye is the contact? the world may never know.)

[histrynerdss]

random ass quirk ideas i dont fucking know i was bored last night

,, none of these have real names ,,, also im not that updated so if these quirks already exist i am sorry

a quirk where whenever you feel an emotion strongly little symbols of that pop up around you (e.x stars if you're happy)! the stronger the emotion, the larger the symbol! they're also tangible and you can grab them n throw them n shit but they disappear after a certain amount of time . drawback is that there are periods of time where you feel mostly numb

this one i think could be called "storybook," user is able to turn a limited area into a storybook of their choice and everyone becomes a character from there! however you can't choose which character they are . drawback is that using a character's skill/s will take a toll on your body if you didn't know how to use it before

this,, could be called switch and you can swap out your body parts for someone else's and you can also attach body parts to inanimate objects, vice versa too . main drawback is inability to control your limbs after swapping them out for a while

double eye - you can duplicate your eyes ! they can move around freely too. but the drawback,,, you need a lot more sleep than normal people?

ten commandments - oh god i kinda dislike this one but the ability to invoke any of the ten commandments at will, but only the specific wording of the commands and no loopholes . e.x you're faced with a murderer? BOOM ten commandments that bitch and they outta commission . drawback is the quirk WILL invoke itself onto YOU too

blend - you can take the material of objects around you and make mishmash blended objects out of them. but the blended objects will only stay that way for about 15 mins

trope - you can . you can touch someone and enforce a fanfic trope onto them . this is dangerous . also if you enforce it on yourself you can't control what happens

load - the user's individual fingers can each be loaded with a different kind of bullet or other things you can shoot out of a gun! the way you shoot is by making the finger gun motion and . just say shoot !! drawback is that those loads can also infiltrate your system so you have to be careful

print - user can blink and print whatever they saw out of their left eye but it's time consuming depending on the image quality,, drawback is of course that it's harder to see out of your left eye

divine truth - similar to ten commandments but it's ALL religions . any religious rule can be invoked and can be combined with more rules from its religion . same drawback as ten commandments but probably worse

thread and needle - fingers turn into threads and nails turn into needles for sewing ??? drawback is mainly that the threads are made of your blood and nails are made of dead cells, so..

toolkit - user can turn their fingers into tools! limited to things you'd find in a swiss army knife + probably a pen. drawback is that the more tools you use the more blood it takes because this runs off blood

[watery-melon-baller]

:3

Hunter?

ive gotten TWO (and a half) asks can you tell. i have a favorite

What I like about them

hes such a bitch (affectionate) and also a NERD hes sweet and likes to learn and is just a little awkward hes trying his best.

What I dislike about them

he needs to stop running off into the wood whenever he is having a panick attack and start relying on others. get better coping machinaisms

Favourite moment

oughh hm. love like every flapjack and hunter moment (rip)

Least favourite moment

any sport in a storm had a few minutes where the second hand embarassment was so bad i could not handle it. im like stupid sensitive to that kind of stuff and sometimes i have to leave a room when its TOO much. my guy please. i do like the episode i dont hate it at all i just was like. incapable of watching it lmao

A situation with this character that I want to see explored more

augh like. everyday coven life stuff (this also goes for lilith too). id love to see like a day in the life kind of thing espeically like before lilith left the coven. what chaos goes on in the castle,,,

An interesting AU for this character

I HAVE LIKE A BILLION AUS FOR HUNTER. uh. i have my reverse au. i have the 55k fic i wrote where he accidentally kills belos and has to secretly run the goverbment (go read weekend at belos's its funny i promise). i hae an antimatic im working about him. i also had one for a while where pre-canon he ran away from belos and fled to the human realm and just. worked at the 7/11 down the street while living in the portal shack and luz befriended him. i wrote a few ficlets for it but never posted anything but its a fun au i had. it was Luz getting her first friend + hunter realizing that belos kind of sucked actually and camila trying to adopt this rabdom teenager her daughter found (she genuinly thinks luz is lying about him or is talking about one of her book characters and then after she meets hunter shes like oh ok. adoption) its fun

A crossover

i dont really have any crossovers hmmm,,,

OTP (or OT3+ etc…. just… favourite ship)

augh im like. all my favs i hit with an aroace beam so. not really lol

Other ships?

i kind of bounce bwteen bi hunter and aroace hunter but like. he should go through the struggle of "damn they're pretty" and also appprecuating your frieends beauty.

BROTP

him and luz!! again. worte an entire fic of their shenaningans. they are obnoxious and love each other. i also think something with hunter and the collector would be interesting but i dont know if they would like. get along and be best buds or anything. also him and gus!! adultified buddies but like. they're adultified in oppostite ways so they can combine to be One Whole Guy. thats how hunter and luz work btw but with being neurodivergent

NOTP

againt jusy like. no weird age gaps and incest yada yada.

An assortment of headcanons! 

OKAY

have the headcanon that belos like. shoved him into a caretaker role (which we see a Bit of in canon but i take it to an extreme). loves to play it up as "sick weak frail old man who needs his nephews help" so parentification yay. hes good at like cooking and cleaning and knows how to make a bunch of BI ersion of 16th century dishes. if something happens thenhunter feels guilty because its His respoinisbibly to take care of belos beacuse belos doesnt have anyone else!!! (false belos is juts a needuy bastard who wants to be taken sre of by his older brother and likes to play house wiht his grimwalkers. i have so many feelings about that btw)

he is just. such an isolated kid. no one noticed/cared what was going on and i get a little infuriated every time i think about it. i have so many emotions about his little sprig plushie and whenever he has to leave it behind in a fic i get emotional. he goes back to the wreckage of the castle post canon and finds his room in the rubble and sure some things are destrpyed but a few books and knickkacks are salvegable. he finds sprig a little torn up but sews him up and its ok.

he likes learning about Everything. like theres so many intersting things all the time he wants to read!! in the human realm he just devours books about everything. wikipedia rabbit hole. kinda guy who knows a random fact for almost any occasion. multitracker hunter but tbh he wouldnt really do much at hexside besides like. hes doing it for his friends. i think he would help dell out with the palistrom trees and also specialize in potions (since you dont need magic for that). he has private tutors in the coven im sure so hes probably educated very well.

hes got all kinds of fun grimwalker traits. hes mostly immune to boiling water. his eyes glow in the dark. sometimes when willow is using plant magic he can feel it under his fingnails and his hair. his hands have weird scarring and peeling and listen. listen. evryone was so dissapoited that hunter didnt have scars under his gloves but i was on the hype train for day One since HUnting Palismen bitch. i give him gloves all the time bc sensory issues + hide fucked up hands + mepahor for hiding yourself.

also is neurodivergent and trans. personanly perfer ftm but every variation is good. mtf hunter would be named bailey. his medications are like. wird mix of plant and witch medicine because grimwalker. has a terrible time in the human realm bc hes super unmedicated for a while but they find a human equivalent and hes fine now. kind of.

ok thats enough of that

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Life size mannequin.

Erik’s girl uses him as a mannequin but Erik takes it too far and it back fires.

If you were to ask Y/N how she gets everything done she wouldn’t be able to give you a straight forward answer. Juggling school, a full time job, and a side hussle isn’t for the delicate and inadequate. Staying up until 2 AM with flash cards sprawled out on the living room table and a ratty mannequin head between her legs every night, Y/N fights much needed rest to recharge for the next days events. That’s not the only thing her teeming life has to offer. Y/N’s new boyfriend, Erik would be seen as a distraction to some but she can hold her own without slacking on her studies, missing a days work, or forgetting to do a clients hair. He’s handsome, fun, intriguing, smart, and that dick...it needs its own SSN and certificate. It’s own area code even. If she had to admit it, whenever her mind drifted to their bodies tangled in her sheets, moaning and groaning, she lost focus just a little bit.

Y/N is off on a Friday for once and instead of catching up on rest, Y/N decided to use her entire day making a closure wig for a friend and client. It’s a 24 inch body wave natural black lace frontal. No shedding, very soft, bouncy, with overall great quality. If only her lousy mannequin head would keep still!!! Y/N gave up after the mannequin head slipped from her grip. She usually has a wig stand with a mannequin head attached to the end but all of them are covered with other wigs that didn’t need to be ruined. The old fashioned way brought her back to how frustrating it was to practice. And to make things worse, Erik is strolling back and forth in front of her naked after his shower and completely ignoring her closet stocked with plenty of towels. When he stopped in front of her, his strapping thighs and that lethal weapon dangling she felt her face grow warm and her belly grow butterflies.

“You’re not helping, jerk,” Y/N said as she continued sewing. She was almost finished.

“I haven’t seen you in a few days and the one time I have a chance to spend time with you, this is what you do.”

“This wig is past due, Erik. I was supposed to get this to her two days ago. Thank God she had some shit going on herself otherwise I would be losing a client.”

Erik gave up trying to seduce Y/N and grabbed a pair of briefs from his travel bag.

“Whatever, you owe me some after this,” Erik sat down on the bed, leaning on one elbow, “You really into this.”

“And?” Y/N sassed.

“I’m just saying. Why not be a full time hair stylist?”

“Because I don’t want to do this for a living. Why else would I be in school for something that has nothing to do with hair? It’s just money to make on the side.”

The mannequin slipped again and Erik burst out laughing.

“I wanna see you try it since you find my struggle funny.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to do it I’ll fuck that whole wig up.”

Y/N ignored his smart remark.

“I’ll come over there and mess that shit right up and make you start over.”

“Erik, I’m not in the mood right now leave me alone,” Y/N cut her eyes at him, “Try me if you want I will take the end of this needle and dig it in one of them keloids. Make it pop like bubble wrap, think I’m playing.”

“You forget you’re talking to someone with a pain kink. Why you think my pain receptors fucked up?”

“So, you mean to tell me, if I boil some hot water right now and pour it on your leg...you wouldn’t feel pain?”

Erik frowned his face into a mug at Y/N as he cocked his head back. The widening of his eyes is what made her giggle.

“You don’t know how to love me all you wanna do is hurt a nigga. What is wrong with you?”

“I’m only messing with you—”

“No you’re not. If I say some shit you don’t like I get slapped upside my head. If I want to be in a playing mood you threaten me with that little fist of yours. Just admit it, you enjoy tormenting me.”

“You’re so Goddamn dramatic,” Y/N tilted her mannequin head forward, “Can you do me a huge favor?”

“If it involves getting up off this bed the answer is fuck no,” Erik said while lying on his back now with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed.

“I already know you’re about to say no but...I want you to let me use you as my mannequin.”

“Huh?”

The way his voice rose an octave has Y/N laughing.

“Can you let me put this wig on you so I can finish this?”

Erik’s brows shot up as his eyes landed on her, “Why? So you can sneak and take a picture? I’m not falling for that.”

“Erik c’mon now. I just need your head for a second and that’s it.”

“I can think of other ways you can use my head but instead you wanna put some weave on me.”

Erik sat up and swung his legs around to face Y/N. Erik leans forward on his knees, staring at the wig with a steady blink.

“What size is that shit anyway? You know I have locs so...how the hell is that supposed to fit on my head?”

“I’ll just...fit it over that pineapple on top of your head.”

“Jokes,” Erik reached up and took out the elastic band that held his tapered locs. Shaking his head, his locs fell over his eyes, “I’m not putting that on my head.”

“Not even for me?” Y/N pouts, “Not your favorite girl?”

“I know you, Y/N. You’re gonna put that shit on my head, take a picture, and post it. I’m not falling for the shit. I told you that.”

“Whatever. You got a big ass dome anyway and this wig is average size.”

“Now you’re tryna clown me?” Erik said with a half smirk on his full lips flashing a bit of his gold canines.

“It’s like...mad wide from front to back...no wonder you keep your hair long—”

“I know you ain’t talking shit with that ginormous ass forehead, girl.”

“I thought you said all the fine girls got big foreheads?” Y/N bat her lashes at Erik.

“That’s what’s helping you out. First time I saw you I was thinking damn, this bitch got a big ass forehead. And don’t think I forgot about how you played me when you sent that cropped picture.”

“Boy, fuck you!!” Y/N shouted over Erik’s laughter.

“I was—I was looking at the picture like where the rest of her face go?!”

Y/N glared at Erik as he dissolved into laughter.

“It’s really not that funny. Now are you gonna help me or not?!”

“Aight, I’ll do it this one time.” Erik sat up with one hand resting against his abdomen while the other wiped away tears, “Where do you want me?”

“On the floor between my legs, DUH where the fuck else would you be?”

He began dying laughing again from Y/N’s obvious annoyance. Erik took his place on the floor while Y/N climbed behind him onto the bed with each leg dangling on either side of him. Y/N takes the wig from the mannequin and before she placed it on Erik she tilted his head back more for easier access. Grabbing the half-done wig, Y/N fluffed out the ends before arranging it over Erik’s locs. Even at their short length it was a challenge to fit the wig the way she needed it.

“Can you PLEASE keep still?” Y/N prompted.

“I’m not even moving. This wig just don’t fit.”

Y/N applied force and wiggled it over his locs causing Erik’s head to rock back and forth aggressively. He growled before reaching behind him to grab her hands. The wig looked much shorter on him in the back from how prominent his back and shoulders are. Erik turned to face her with his lips tight and face frowned, the wig making him look ridiculous and silly. Y/N folded her lips into her mouth but the urge to laugh caused her cheeks to puff out.

“If only you knew how tight my fucking head feels right now. I can’t even smile without this shit feeling like my scalp is being pulled. This better come off when we’re done or that’s your ass.”

“Erik, turn around. I only have one section to do and then you’re free. Next time, don’t ask me to help you with shit if you’re gonna act like this.”

Erik sucked his teeth and faced forward so Y/N could continue. He lowered his head so she could work on the back area.

“Can I ask you something, babe?” Y/N said.

“What?” Erik replied.

“Do you mind modeling this for me—”

“See, I knew this shit—”

Erik stood up before Y/N could wrap her arms around him. He walked over to the full body mirror in her room to look at himself and that’s when he couldn’t hold back his own laughter.

“Yo, what the fuck do you have on my head!” Erik played with the strands while turning his head from side to side, “I look like James Brown, AYE!!!!”

Y/N was in stitches when he mimicked James Brown in the mirror. She fell back against her bed hollering from the way he looked.

“Nah, I’m not drunk right now I need to be drunk to enjoy this,” Erik leaned into the mirror, “I look better than half the bitches that come in here to get their hair done. Let me find out.”

“You are so STUPID!!!!” Y/N yelled between giggles.

“I’ll be back,” Erik left the room with the wig swaying from side to side since it wasn’t fully secure.

“Where are you going?!” Y/N shouted from the bed.

Erik didn’t respond to her loud voice. When he returned two minutes later he had a cup in one hand and his bottle of Hennessy in the other. Erik sat both the cup and the bottle on Y/N’s cluttered dresser to make himself a drink.

“This was supposed to be a quick thing now you’re drinking.”

Y/N watched Erik from her relaxed spot on the bed. Erik took two sips of his drink before standing in front of her mirror again.

“What are you doing?!”

Y/N couldn’t even finish her words when Erik started shimmying his shoulders and snapping his fingers to a soundless beat. Hooting with laughter Y/N could feel wetness on her cheeks.

“IM DONE!!!”

“This shit give bad bitches super powers.” Erik said

“Let me find out you wanna wear a weave now.” Y/N jokes.

Erik brought his cup to his lips and drank more Hennessy while moving his hips. This was too good not to get a video. With Erik being his usual silly self, Y/N snatched up her phone from the floor before pulling up her Instagram to record him. On her story, Y/N focused the camera on her boyfriend when he started singing the lyrics to Lady Marmalade.

“Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, da da. Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, here!!”

“Oh my God!!” Y/N cried out with a chuckle before ending the video. She uploaded it to her story before quickly tossing her phone towards the end of the bed.

“Creole Lady Marmalade!!!!!!!!”

“You hardly had anything to drink and you’re acting like this? Lord.”

“Aight, I’m done for now,” Erik made his way back over to Y/N with his cup, “put on a movie or something.”

“Ohhhhhh!!! So you’re asking me to pick this time?! I get to make a decision, Erik?! Wowwwwwwwww!!!”

“Girl, shut up.”

Y/N chose a random movie for background noise while she finished. She was surprised at how content he was and it made her consider asking him to help more in the future. It was fun and it made her laugh. That’s one thing about Erik that she adores. He matches her sense of humor. Y/N heard a vibration and when she glanced over to look at her phone the screen is still black. Between her legs she could see Erik staring at a text message from his Lock Screen

“What the fuck is this nigga talking ‘bout.”

“Erik keep still—”

“Nigga who is Miss Man?!”

Y/N paused to peer over Erik’s shoulder.

“This nigga just called me Miss Man from Scary Movie.”

Erik tapped on the microphone on his keyboard to speak.

“Who the fuck randomly texts somebody that at 11 PM? Fucking weirdo ass nigga. Let me find out you want Miss Man for yourself.”

“Who is Miss Man— OH! The PE teacher that was sniffing the underwear?!!! hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!”

“This nigga...he said all you need is the underwear, skirt, nails, and makeup—wait.”

“And some long ass balls!!” Y/N snickered.

Erik whipped his head around and when Y/N met his fiery eyes she swallowed her laugh and it left an uncomfortable lump in her throat.

“Did you post me online wearing this wig, Y/N?”

“No.”

“I’m gonna ask you again. Did you post me online in this wig?

“Mm—mm. I did no such thing.”

“Then let me see your phone.”

Erik reached out for Y/N’s phone but she snatched it away. Erik moved his head to the side to flip some of the wig hair form his face but it fell forward again disobeying him.

“Did I? Uhhhh—OKAY OKAY!!”

It happened so fast. Erik has Y/N by the waist and up in the air.

“Yes, I did!! I’ll delete it.”

“You don’t listen to shit I tell you to do—”

“It was cute! You looked cute with it on—”

“You know what’s about to happen right?! I told you not to do that shit!”

“Erik, it’s all in fun. I’ll get rid of it—”

“That shit is embarrassing! What if I posted you online at your worse?”

“I don’t have a bad moment I always look good.” Y/N sasses.

“Says the girl that always complains about me taking off guard pics.”

“Erik, you’re not even at your worse. You act like I posted you looking bummy!”

Y/N kept her word and went to Instagram to delete. When she got there, she was met with at least ten DMs replying to her story.

Corythemua_: gurllll who is that? 👀 ooooh he is fione!!! Is he into guys?

Jermaine_87: Wtf is he doing?! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 let me text this nigga

Katriceee: how did you convince him to do this?! LOL

Amethyst1993: when he find out about this you are in trouble girl!!!

“did you delete the video yet?! Don’t let me find out it’s still there!”

“It’s gone! Happy?! What happened to being in a playing mood?!!”

“Now all my friends texting me and clowning me! You play too many games. Hurry up and help me take this shit off!”

Erik brushed some strands from his lips with his fingertips and Y/N squealed. Nothing he could say or do would make her listen. He looked absolutely hilarious with the wavy tresses of the wig moving in tandem with his brawny physique.

“Erik, I can’t take you seriously with that wig on.”

“Then take this off!!”

Erik attempts to pull it off but suddenly stops when he realizes he needs help.

“I want this shit off now, Y/N.”

“FINE! Come here.”

Y/N tapped the floor with her foot for Erik to take a seat. When he does, Y/N does the opposite of what he asks and begins to place his hair into two buns. She silently laughed behind him, praying that he wouldn’t hear her falling apart. When she was finished, Erik assumed she was done because he didn’t feel the hair tickling his skin. When he stood up to look in the mirror, Erik groaned loudly at his appearance before flexing his jaw at her threateningly to make her listen. It didn’t work at all for him. She couldn’t stop laughing.

“You look so crazy!!!!!” Y/N hugged her sides and rolled on the bed with laughter, “And that evil look is making it even funnier!!”

“I’m about to beat your ass if you don’t take this shit off!!! It wouldn’t be funny if this shit stuck now would it?!!! I gotta go to work and all that nah take this off—

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Aight, are you finished?!” Erik said impatiently.

“Baby...you don’t understand...oh my God.”

“Y/N, for real, take this dumb ass wig off before I cut it off!”

“Okay okay!! Before I do...you gotta do one last thing for me...pretty please? With caramel sauce and a cherry on top? I’ll do whatever you want if you do this last thing for me.”

“.....”

“PLEASE BABY?!!”

“.....”

“Erik, look, it’ll be funny! I just want you to cat walk for me and then I’m done—”

“Ahhhhh HELL no—”

“Please—”

“For what?! So you can keep laughing?!”

“I’ll suck your dick, lick your balls—”

“Girl, that won’t work on me—”

“You sure about that?”

Y/N poked her tongue out and started doing tricks with it to show off her tongue ring. Erik’s eyes squinted at her but she could tell from his breathing that he wouldn’t be able to fight it much longer. He even said so himself that her head game makes him weak and no woman before her has ever made him weak.

“...from here to the bed and that’s it.”

Y/N smiled victoriously.

Erik placed his hands on his tapered waistline before lowering his head. Y/N could hear him silently laughing to himself before he lifted his head displaying an adorable dimpled smile. He started strutting towards Y/N with stiff hips and two left feet. All this from her flicking her tongue. Y/N stared at him with her mouth hanging open and eyes wide. He had a focused look on his face and the wig with its two buns flopped up and down messily like bunny ears. He struck a pose with his hip jutted out before he started to vogue. At that point, Y/N couldn’t take it any longer. She had to grab onto Erik so she could catch her breath. Soon, Erik’s deep laugh could be heard.

“You get on my nerves,” Erik sat beside Y/N, “now, can you take this off of me?!”

“Turn around,” Y/N took down the buns before carefully sliding the wig off from front to back, “You’re off the hook after that I’m gonna go back to using this mannequin head.”

“Yeah, finish up so I can spank that ass for posting me on social media.”

Y/N did a double take, “I’m still in trouble?!”

“Yeah, you’re not off the hook.”

The remaining time Y/N finished her clients wig, she thought up all possible ways he could punish her this time.

“Can I have a kiss?” Y/N asked with a sweet sounding voice.

“Yes,” Erik poked his thick, moist lips out and Y/N pressed her soft lips against them.

“Mmm...still in trouble, ma,” Erik whispered.

[fullbusterfantasmic]

Juvia’s unfortunate discovery

Chapter 2: Descent into Madness

Rated M (Implied Intercourse but not descript)

To prevent any possible confusion; I don’t think I ever mentioned that in a lot of my stories Gray has a hard time saying “I love you”. This is because he believes that everyone he tells it to will inevitably end up dead. For good reason, since all of the people he has lost throughout his life are those he’s expressed his love to or for at some point. So that is what “his curse” is referring to.

So sorry for the delay!

I love you

I never want anyone other than you

I will never let you go

He said it! He’d finally put his fears behind him and told her how he felt. Gray looks down at the women in his arms as she stares up at him. The disbelief evident on her face as she thinks; Surely I misheard him. “What was that first thing you’d said babe?” Think I may have misheard you” she has to ask just to make sure.

Taking her face in his hands, he moves in so close their noses are touching before repeating himself. “I.LOVE.you __________, I LOVE YOU! Only you” the pride in his accomplishment is evident in his voice. Her eyes filled with tears as she tries to get over the initial shock of his statement. “C’mon let’s do this in a more appropriate place” he stands up carrying her into his bedroom. Dropping her onto the bed before climbing over her. “Now where were we?” he asks with his signature smirk in place.

“I love you Gray”

The words don’t have him reeling with anxiety, her eyes arent wide with fright, and she isn’t covering her mouth in horror. This time around is completely different than the first time it had accidentally been said. ���say it again” he whispers against her lips. “I love you GRAAAY” she exclaims with emphasis put on his name as he slides into her without warning.

“Now that’s what I like to hear”

Waking up that next morning; A mutual decision is made that today is just for them, so they shut the world out. Neither one of them aware of the storm that was brewing behind the tightly drawn curtains.

I love you _________

She can’t stop hearing it.

I never want anyone other than you

Please no....

I’ll never leave you

Make it stop!

Juvia’s hands fist her hair, yanking on the blue strands. “Gray-Sama, you didn’t mean it...I know you didn’t...you just told her what she wanted to hear that’s all! Juvia forgives you” she whispers holding the doll close, caressing it softly. “Juvia knows that your just sewing your wild oats like old people say...you’ll throw her away, just like you did with all the other nameless sluts you took home throughout the years”.

So many females she’d seen leaving his house at ungodly hours of the night or early morning. Not one over the last year though...Juvia Was excited she thought he was finally ready to settle down.

“He is, just not with you” the voice is audible it’s not just in her head, it can’t be!

“SHUT UPPP! Gray -Sama belongs to Juvia!” the manic woman let’s out a miserable wail. The images she sees in her mind have also been infected by that bitch now! Plagued by images of; Gray & ___________

Laying in bed together

Fighting together

Laughing together

Getting married

Preparing to have a child

Bile rises in the back of her throat “God please no...anything but that....Even when he does return to me what if.....” she shudders, rapidly beginning to play out the nightmareish scenario in her minds eye.

~Dreamscape Begins~

Envisioning a happy home with her beloved.

The two of them; Snuggled up, together on the couch, chatting happily. Suddenly a knock on the door interrupts their conversation. “I’ll get it droplet, be right back” Gray says, kissing her forehead before leaving the room.

5 minutes pass... 10 minutes pass...and he still hasn’t returned to the couch. What could possibly be taking him so long?

Peering out of a peep hole on the front door she strained her ears to listen.

“-it’s yours”

“Look, Im with Juvia now; we’re happy just leave me alone”

“I just thought you should know, at least to give you the option of being with us…as a family”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Just forget I even came down here, bye”

“Wait! That’s my kid too, you can’t do this-“

A child....a permanent reminder of…

“I love you _______”

“Juvia won’t let that happen” the expression on her face displays all the lunacy she hid within.

“I’ll make it stop and then everything will go back to how it was, just us two”.

~Across Town~

“Mmmm baby, I love it when you wake me up like this” Gray groans out, voice still laden with sleep. You can see that she moving as she continues sucking him for all he’s worth. “Want to see you though” he mumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes while lifting the sheet up. The twisted smile he sees causes him to yelp and immediately jump backwards, “JUVIA?! WHAT THE-!”

She giggles, “Juvia loves the way you taste Gray-Sama”.

“How’d you get in here?! Where is ________?” He begins to panic upon seeing the empty space beside him. “Don’t worry about that now let Juvia finish pleasuring her beloved”.

“NO!” Gray shouts, anxiety reaching a breaking point as he hops out of bed. “Get out Juvia! Get the F-“ he stops short at the feel of something wet and warm beneath his feet. Looking down he can’t help but scream, “BABE?!”.

Her eyes stare back; Blank, unseeing, her skin is cold to the touch. “No...no..not again! I shouldn’t have said it! I knew better goddamnit!”. The curse, his curse, it’s taken yet another person he said those words to. His parents, Ur, now __________ too. Something snapped inside of his head as he cried out in agony.

~Dreamscape end~

Sitting up drenched in sweat the raven haired man looked wildly around the room. His hand began groping the mattress beside him, she wasn’t there. “__________? BABE WHERE ARE YOU?!” he called out, voice loud and terrified. Frantic footsteps came rushing down the hall immediately, she runs into the room hurrying to his side. “What is it?? what’s wrong?!” she touches his face worriedly “Gray?”.

He yanks her onto the bed squeezing her tightly “Thank God” he whispers. “I thought, oh God baby I-“ his body begins to tremble and she hugs him. “I’m here, I’m OK, it wasn’t real” she repeated this like a mantra until he relaxed against the pillows, pulling her with him. “Please say it” he asks. “I love you Gray, I’m never going to leave you” her voice is soft but the conviction is firm. “This is real, that wasn’t” he repeats while caressing every inch of her body, gently kissing her lips. “Make love to me Gray” her voice startles him.

“W-What?”

“Make love to me, focus on me and nothing else, then you’ll know it’s real”.

It was easy for them to get lost in each other and shut the world out once more. They’d had no idea what an ugly day it’d been, how a slight drizzle became a deluge, a down pour. Pleasured cries and whispers of sweet nothings, drowned out by the howling wind. The lovers lay together; Stated and spent staring into each others eyes as they hold one another close.

“I love you, I never want to be with anyone but you, forever”

Juvia won’t let that happen.

Juvia will make her pay.

[blazeismyname]

GIGGLES SO HARD!!!!! Oh, by the way, did I mention I've been manually scrolling to the bottom on my phone? LMAO.

EVERYTHING EITH BRIAN NEVER GETTING ANYTHING FITTING AND NEEDS IT TO BE TAILORED BY HIM AND HIS MAMA... SO IT MEANS EXTRA TO HIM THAT JONNY SEWED SOMETHING.... I imagine Jonny either did it all by eye, so it's vaguely doesn't fit or he somehow did a sneaky little measurment thing like in the movies where they secretly meassure someone... yk? Im not insane, am I?.. (I'm also leaning toward Jonny creepily (he didn't know) snuck into Brian's room at night and obtained the measurements while Brian was asleep (although, that's really weird soo...))

LYF REFUSING TO LET PEOPLE WEAR SHOES.. UGHHHHH.... (Also, if you haven't read the story, I'll treat you to the ending (cause is so funny) So this one girl comes over ans she's a bitch. When she goes to leave, the kid hands her her shoes, and she proceeds to brag for WEEKS about how much the kid must adore her.... (HELP- LYF BEING A BITCH TO SOMEONE AND GIVING SOMEONE THEIR SHOES AS LIKE "Fuck you. Go away. You're not allowed to connect to the earth. It doesn't want you" (but not aloud), AND THEY BOW SAYING THANK YOU, YOURE VERY KIND- WHEEZING))

OMFFFFF AND ITS EYES... THE HATRED RED LIKE BLOOD IN IT'S EYES.... DETERMINED TO PROTECT THE ONE THAT MEANS THE MOST TO IT... AND EVERYTHING SEEMS SO DISTANT TO IT IN ITS HATRED AND THE IT HEARS MARIUS'S SOBS... IT FINALLY BLINKS AND LOOKS FOWARD AT MARIUS LOOKING UP AT HIM... TEARS DRIPPING FROM HIS FACE AS HE BEGS TS TO STOP... AND THE RED FLICKERS AWAY.... HUG AND AN "I'm sorry Marius...." ENSUES

I imagine that Tim and Bertie were just you average idiot boys and then war strikes. They're probably barely of age to be in the war, but they're here now, and they're gonna fight to survive.... Then Bertie gets his skull absolutely bashed (I have a thing for head injuries) and Tim is murder happy now. Yknow. Tim. I was thinking maybe the reason Tim decided to take both nations is that Bertie was almost killed by their own side? Like, someone accidentally (or purposefully cause Bertie probably made some enemies). Yadda yadda, they turn into Explosivo and Explosivo only likes two things. The first is boom. The second is boom. Put that together, what do you get? BOOM BOOM (Im sorry... the TD reference had to come out of my stupid little fingers-)

UGH, AND TH BORDERS CLOSING... AND THE FOREST CALLING.. LYF PROBABLY SPENDING A LOT OF TIME BY ONE OF TH3 WALLS, LONGING TO BE FREED AND HOME BECAUSE THIS HELL HOLE CERTAINLY ISNT A HOME.... CURLED ON HIMSELF, WISPERING HIMSELF READSURANCES THAT HE'LL BE OUT SOON... ONLY TO FIND HIMSELF ALMOST DEAD AND WITH TWO NEW "COMPANIONS"... AND THEN THE DISCONNECT... HE STEPS INTO THE FOREST AND IT ALL FEELS SO DISTANT AND HE STUMBLES FOWARD AN SOBS SND TIM AND BERTIE DOESNT UNDERSTAND WHY... LYF REFUSES TO EXPLAIN.......

And then EVERYTHING WITH HIM TESCHING TIM AND BERTIE... AND EVNTUALLY THEY KNOW HOW TO ACT, WHAT TO LOOK FOR... THEY KNOW WHN TO LEAVE OFFERINGS AND LYF HSS THIS LITTLE PROUD MOMENT-

Btw, if you wanna explain the fae more, I don't know much!

NO CAUSE WITH THE QUOTES, I WAS TTYNNA GET THROUGH BEAUTY AND THE BEASG AGAIN YESTERDAY (spoiler alert, I didnt) AND WAS REWRITINF QUOTES TOO- I WROTE THE SAME "I'm gonna make Brian my husband".... WE SHARE A BRAIN DUDE...

ALSO, MAROUS CROUCHING DOWN TO SEE THE SERVANTS... IT FEELS SO RESPECTFUL EVEN THOUGH ITS PROBABLY NOT-

Okok!!! I have notes from when I was watching the beginning part (I genuinely didn't get past the scene where Beast is telling Belle the rules of the castle LMAO-). Some of this is just general notes about the movie...

MY FOG, THE FORESHADOWING WITH THE BOOK IS SO GOOD IN THE SONG...

"I don't feel like I can really fit in here. There's no one here to talk to me"

Gaston is just the most realistic villain no question. A raging ass misogynist "nice guy"

UGH, MAYBE IT STORM WHILE CARMILLA IS CHECK8NG AND AURORA OPENS HER DOORS AND CARMILLA CHUCKLES AND WHISPERS "Aurora, I cant-" BUT LIKE, AURORA CREAKS SADLY SO CARMILLA COMES IN AND THEN IS FOUND BY JONNY WITH ALL THE SERVANTS- URGHHH. AND ALL THE SERVANTS ONLY BARELY RECOGINIZE HER BUT THY DO AND MAKE HER COMFORTABLE... AHHH... AND SHE TELLS THEM WHATS HAPPENED SINCE SHE LEFT AND RIGHT BEFORR SHE BEGINS TO TALK ABOUT HER BEAUTIFUL SON, JONNY CATCHES THEM AND CARMILLA AND IS PISSED...

"I'm sorry, Marius, but... TAKE A PISS FUCK BOY" *opens the door sending Marius directly into TS who mindlessly congratulates him

UGH, AND BRIAN SNOOPING AND THEN "Mama!".. THAT WHOLE SCENE- JONNY SAYING HES THE OWNER OF THE CASTLE WITH DISTAND SHOUTS OF "No, you're not!"

THE BEAST IS SO GENUINELY SHOCKED WHEN BELLE OFFERS HERSELF FOR HER FATHER???? OHMIGISH???? HE LIKE, FINDS IT SWEET OMF??

AND THE COME INTO THE LIGHT SCENE... BRIAN WOULDN'T GASP, HED BE LIKE "Oh wow..."

Carmilla being dragged very politely by Tim and Bertie

THE BEAST FEELS BAD- OH YOU CAN TELL HE HAS FEELINGS, IM SOBBING... I HAVENT SEEN THIS IN SO LONG.... "I hope you like it here..." UGH AND EVERYTHING THAT FOLLOWS- UGHHHH, JUST SEEING JONNY- UGH AND TIM WAS BEING THE HYPE MAN THE WHOLE TIME MAKING IT AHHH

Yeah... I'm gonna go focuse on my story so I can begin the master doc!!! Bye

Beauty and the Beast, but it's the Mechanisms.

Jonny must be the beast because feral Jonny and the whole heart thing... prove me wrong.

Tim or Brian is Belle.

Rest of the Mechs are the servants in the Beast's house. With an exception for Marius as Gaston cause I can totally fucking see it. He would suck at it though because it's Marius. And also, short Marius HC.

This is probably not new. But it's been brewing in my head for a good few months, ever since I put my Mechs OC in the iconic Belle dress.

[halfsizehellboy]

@maiseey i heard you were looking for some clone medic specialists, and my hand slipped. i’ll make another post with drawings later, cuz that’ll take a while, but i’ve got some nice tidbits for you right now. 

Synapse, he/him: leader type, kind of blunt, pays a lot of attention to detail. notices everything. head and neck trauma, neurosurgery, and nerve damage. name is after the connection between two nerve cells, across which impulses pass by diffusion of a neurotransmitter. 

Strep, he/they: mute because of severe esophogeal scarring as a result of a streptococcal virus he caught. kind of feral, adhd, and yes he can hear you. specializes in viral infections, airborne diseases, epidemiology, and chest and abdomen trauma. name is abbreviation of Streptococcal/streptococci, bacteria which cause illnesses such as strep throat.

taps, he/they: likes loud music, really chill, good at critical thinking. specializes in spinal injuries and surgery. Name comes from the movie Spinal Tap, a mockumentary about a fictional metal band. 

Arthritis, they/he: old soul, likes tea, the wisest of the group. the only one with common sense braincells. joint specialist, also likes to do bloodwork sometimes. name is pretty self explanatory, after a condition that overinflames joints causing pain and difficulty moving. 

Meta, they/them: caf addict, draws constantly, ready to go to bed but these stupid shinies keep punching droids. named for the metacarpals and metatarsals, the bones in your wrists and fingers/toes. 

Card, they/xe: big ball of friggin sunshine, very articulate, learned how to sew outside of stitches so xe could make things for their friends. the heart of the group. cardiologist, heart diseases. name comes from the root cardio, pertaining to the heart. 

Hemo, he/they: quiet, kind of ocd, but get him talking and he wont stop. specializes in bloodwork and bloodborne diseases, but does physical therapy as well. name comes from the root hemo, meaning blood. 

Dementia, they/she: mom friend, the only one who knows where anything is, capable and willing to smack a bitch. specializes in psychology, even more in the abnormal psychology. has diagnosed every case of add/adhd/any neurodivergency within the GAR. likes to help Hemo with physical therapy. 

Nephro, they/ze: talkative, always asking questions. very outgoing, always telliing new people about their grossest cases (following doctor-patient confidentiality, though!). internal organs and trauma specialist, often works closely with Card. name comes from the root nephros, meaning kidney. 

Del, they/them: chad, do you even lift bro? fiercely protective of their own, often referred to as “muscles”. specializes in muscles, tendons, and nerves. name comes from Deltoid, a muscle in the shoulders. 

sorry for the long post! i hope you like them, and i can let you know once i’ve come up with their designs. they were really fun to come up with and if anyones got any questions about words or meanings, im happy to answer them! my dad is a doctor so i’ve got a lot of exposure to the medical terms and i know that not a lot of people do. thanks again for reading this long ass post!

[woahajimes]

 i just think that even with powers, the team of young justice in the same high school is such a wonderful concept because they’re teens and they most definitely have the potential and right now i can’t place many words together but like.. i MUST elaborate on most aspects of these little shits being high school freshmen/sophomores.

Bart literally writes everything with just a pencil and then you have Kon who just likes to write in blue/red/black pens, tim is a mix of blue/pencil/ocassional-marker -he-steals-from-cissie, Cassie writes with like.... purple and blue pens,,, Greta just has a black pen but her notes are literal heaven because she steals everything from cissie and cissie is 1000% the sorta bitch that has her markers categorized by color but then bart borrows them and mizes up the caps and also cissie has gel pens and her handwriting is pretty af so like everyone copies of of her

As unlikely as it sounds, Bart does NOT cheat at tests, because then max would like... give him SO many lectures and it’s SUCH  pain in the ass so he just doesn’t (this does not limit chaos). Cassie doesn’t cheat because nO but then Cissie and Kon???? they’re buddies in that sorta thing and you know EXACTLY what i mean when i say that Kon has written answers in the skin that shows from his ripped jeans (the ones that he always gets in trouble for wearing, because as much as the school protocole just says ‘jeans’, they do NOT mean ripped jeans that have paint on them), and Cissie on her thighs and under the uniform socks, and they do the whole bandaid trick, and they even have their own weird sign language that takes WAAAAY too long to like even send the word ‘wassup’ because it goes letter by letter but its subtle so it works

fucking HOME EC is kon’s favourite subject and you’d think that kon would be in like... woodworking because most guys are in woodworking but NO kon went in home ec because ‘the chicks are there’ but NOOOO KON JUST LIKES BAKING AND HE GOT SHAMED ONCE FOR NOT KNOWING TO SEW A BUTTON ON HIS SHIRT SO NOW HE WANTS TO LEARN and guess what he absolutely LOVES it and he’s in with greta because cissie is with cassie and tim in woodworking, and besides, they don’t even have the same classes

they always make like cookies and kon hates it because he can’t eat his mf cookies in peace because he has home ec right after the lunch hour and while cassie does like to go out of class bart and cissie just eat all the cookies and leave kon to split with tim 

FUCKING VOLLEYBALL TEAM BITCH but also literally all sports the school has to offer because Kon LOVES his jock reputation (that also bakes cookies and is kicking ass at home ec) and tim desperately needs to deal off anger with sports because the big bad wolf drake demands he also gets involved

Cissie quit the cheerleading team like the first month but greta loved it, and cassie just hates it SO much but he likes watching practices because girls (oh and greta gets really excited all the time and they love it) 

,,,volleyball yj,,, is something i MUST HAVE OKAY PLEASE DON’T TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME I JUST SAW THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF ART SO I MUST ELABORATE OKAY also volleyball’s the only sport i semi-know how to play so like bear with me but i havent played in like a year so shut up (here’s the link)

KON JUST DOESN’T KNOW A LIFE IN WHICH HE DOESN’T SPIKE THAT BOY LITERALLY WILL SPIKE ANYTHING YOU THROW AT HIM OKAY i don’t make the rules (but you know who does? cassie. cassie makes the rules because she’s scary and the rules include no fucking powers on the court--unless they’re losing then kon can use his tAcTiLe TeLeKiNeSiS)

CASSIE IS MIDDLE BLOCKER because shes TALL and also she gets front view of the opposing teams and like. girls. AND ALSO YOU NEED CORE STRENGTH FOR BLOCKING AND LIKE cassie is close to having more abs than kon i swear im not making this up

TIM SETS BECAUSE he’s the only one that can mantain that boring position also he’s good at it (also he wears fingerless gloves because iT hElPs hIm but really he want to look badass

BART IS LIBERO ALL THE WAY THROUGH OKAY BOY LOVES DIVING AND also he can heal quicker from like hits in the face (he has his kneepads that he wears EVERYWHERE and he even has a headband for his hair and his arm thingies and everything and his jersey is just written with signatures because everyone loves him

CISSIE IS ALSO LIBERO OKAY SHE LOOOVES VOLLEYBALL and she can DIVE and sometimes she forgets to bring up her kneepads so you KNOW that her knees are broken but she doesnt care (she also switches with server and her serves are literally like from fucking hell its beautiful

greta doesn’t play she refuses to play and everyone respects that but she also has like the bags with water-bottles and the jersey ones 

EDIT: FUCKING DUMBASSES HERE GOT THEIR UNIFORMS MIXED UP AND TIM IS LIKE ONE SIZE SMALLER THAN KON AND CASSIE AND CISSIE AND BART ARE THE SAME (and tim but like bear with me) AND THEN ONE DAY THEY GOT THEIR UNIFORMS MIZED UP AND THERE WAS KON WITH MINISHORTS and dumbass didn’t notice but like everyone else sure did 

BECAUSE they’re in the same team they just... share a locker that wasn’t used, with a little dollarama (dollar tree? idk but the dollar store) lock and then bam that’s the team locker (team as in them not the volleyball team) and there they keep like... bags of chips and chocolate bars with like... gym clothes and sneakers (which if you ask me is a horrible idea to like... place around 12 stinky shoes with granola bars and snacks and gym clothes but like hey dont ask me its them)

AND I READ THIS ARTICLE BUT I ALSO SAW A POST ON INSTAGRAM ABOUT THIS GIRL, Erin DiMeglio, WHO PLAYS FOOTBALL AND IS THE ONLY GIRL ON THE TEAM AND ALSO HER GIRLFRIEND IS A CHEERLEADER SO LIKE.,,,,, TELL ME THAT YOU DON’T IMAGINE CISSIECASSIE (or plain old cissie and cassie if you dont feel like shipping them) but like... cissie quit the team... and she doesn’t want to go back... and cassie’s like wow okay i see you AND ALSO TIM IS ON THE FOOTBALL TEAM and kon doesn’t wanna join (tbh he’s more of a football dood yk?) and bart called cissie a chicken and went cheerleader for cassie himself (skirt and everything, max was proud) so like cassie has her own team of cheerleaders and then tim is just :/// (here’s the article go read it)

my brain is crying at me to stop but i want to KEEP GOING so PLEASE add more and if you guys wanna like draw 👀👀👀👀 PLEASE TAG ME OKAY THE YOUNG JUSTICE CREW IN THEIR LITTLE OWN SAME HIGH SCHOOL IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME 

[simpsiren]

lee taeyong x reader

“my baby dont like it when you come around”

description. a new guy in college asks you for help to get rid of his girlfriend and slowly falls for you instead through your heated times with him.

genre. ANGST, college au, cheating au, bold/ arrogant reader x shy taeyong

warnings. none? except for the fact that this basically about cheating and having strong emotional tensions with each other, slighty suggestive

a/n. hihii i always thought of doing a ff about their baby dont like it song because its been in my head for so long HAHA also the lyrics are just uHem but yeah so anyways buckle up because theres going to be a lot of angst and tensionn also i didnt notice that i wrote so much like damn aNywAys enjoyy!

you walk into class lazily, expecting the same thing to happen again. as you step into the lecture hall, your eyes immediately went to your seat. you sigh and push you glasses up before walking over.

“i swear when will people stop doing this?” you mutter to yourself, shoving all the gifts off your table, making it all drop to the ground and producing a loud noise. everyone’s eyes are being drawn to your direction. you roll your eyes as mark takes his usual seat beside you.

“that’s the most you got this week.” mark laughs in disbelief, looking down onto the floor. you flash a fake smile at him, making him laugh even more. “its so annoying. none of them even look good.” your eyes scan through the gifts on the floor, seeing one that actually looks decent. you pick it up and examine it closely. mark gets near you and does the same.

“ill keep this one. looks expensive.” you shrug, shoving the expensive looking silver necklace into your bag. mark scoffs, letting his body sink into his seat. “i love the fact that you only care about the value of the gift.” 

you click your tongue and stand up, proceeding to pick up all the useless gifts you received from the random guys on campus and walking over to the trash can, throwing it all away. you hear gasps and mutters around the lecture hall. you clearly couldnt care less, walking back, taking your seat and bringing out your materials.

“it cant be helped that youre the most beautiful one around here.”

“you think i dont know that? people do know that they shouldnt mess with me right? yet i need to keep up with unknown admirers and random texts of confession.” you let out a long sigh, as you rest your chin on the palm of your head, leaning onto the table. 

“you admit youre beautiful. your confidence is truly amazing.” mark comments. you kept your eyes to the front as you watch your professor walk in, along with a new guy you’ve never seen before. your eyes remained on the guy, watching him climb up  the stairs and walking to the seat next to you. 

your attention changes to the professor as she starts talking. but your ears immediately diverted its attention to somewhere else, particularly to the guy next to you. 

“why did you seat next to her? do you know how dangerous that is?” you hear the girl sitting behind him whisper. its no doubt that she purposely whispered loud enough for you to hear, wanting to make your blood boil. you ket your cool and focused on the lecture, taking notes accordingly.

“how so?”

“she’s hard to talk to. she only had mark as her friend and she gets pissed easily. her temper is the worst around here and she’s the most feared. a lot of guys like her for some reason and-” 

“are you done, sweetie?” you lick your bottom lip as you turned around the face the girl. you hear mark hiding his laugh with a cough. “if you are, i really suggest you shut your mouth before i sew it shut for you.” your eyes glared at hers, staring at her intensively. you knew that it scared her when she immediately looks away. you chuckle in amusement before turning back to the front.

you look to the side, to see the guy’s eyes opened wide, with an eyebrow raised. you smile softly.

“lee taeyong.” you whisper, reading off the keychain attached to his pencil case, nodding your head before paying attention to the lecture again. the guy coughs softly and faced forward as well.

the lecture was now over and you start to pack up. you take your time since you know that it would be hectic to get through the large crowd of students who are also exiting as well as being able to avoid bumping into any guys and have them confess their useless affection towards you.

you were however intrigued to find out what’s going on outside when you hear someone whispering about the fact that there’s an extremely pretty girl waiting outside the campus.

by then, only you and mark were in the lecture hall. you figured it would be a good time to step out and find out the reason behind all the talking outside.

as you and mark walk down the hallway to the entrance, you tilt your head as you see a crowd forming at the gate. you sigh, taking off your glasses and rubbing your temples. “how the fuck are we suppose to get out?” you turn to mark with your eyebrows furrowed.

“im sure they’ll move aside once you come in.” mark places his hand on your shoulder and taps it lightly before walking forward towards the huge crowd with full confidence. you swear you can burst any minute as the the mumbles of the people fill your ears even more as you walk closer.

the moment one person makes eye contact with you. their eyes widened and signal their friends to quiet down. eventually, the noise starts to lower down as you made you way through the crowd. eyes were glued on you as you follow behind mark. you swiftly clean your glasses with the cloth in your pocket and put them back on.

as your vision starts to become clear, you notice that the one standing beside the girl is the lee taeyong guy from ealier. you walk over to them immediately.

you turn your head slightly to the back, signalling everyone to get back to what they were doing, and as always, they obey and the crowd dispersed itself. you look back to the front to where the cause of the nuisance started.

you eyed the girl intensively, looking up and down, observing every inch of her. you had to admit, she is quite the beauty. perfect wavy brown hair, almond shaped eyes, nicely drawn eyebrowa and plump pink lips. her body in the black tight fitting dress is amazing. it curved her body in all the right places.

you look up to see taeyong and the girl looking back at you with a raised brow. you faked a wide smile. “i dont think its wise to meet your boyfriend right at the gates of school.. especially when you’re this pretty. id fuck you.” you lick your lips teasingly and chuckle soon after.

“bitch the fuck?” mark whispers. you let out a loud, cunning laugh. “or perhaps...”

your eyes immediately connected with taeyong’s. you saw the fear yet a tint of interest in his eyes. you liked it. as you walk past the couple, you run your hand down taeyong’s chest. taeyong freezes as the girl’s mouth gape open, pulling taeyong away instantly with her arm around his waist. “id fuck your boyfriend.”

your head jerks toward taeyong as you whisper into his ear, but loudly enough for the girl to hear. with that, you wink at the both of them and walk off. mark smiles kindly before following behind you.

“that was... wow.” mark says to you, taking out his phone from his back pocket. you sigh, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

“honestly who is dumb enough to meet their significant other just outside campus? they should be taught a lesson. and to think that taeyong guy is new.”

“his name is taeyong?”

you nod. mark nods back in reply as the two of you walk ahead to the small secluded cafe shop nearby where the two of you would usually hang out.

“i really hope i dont see him on friday. does he look like he’s the kind to skip lecture?” you ask, taking a sip of your tea while mark drinks his coffee.

mark shrugs, laying his back against the chair. “i dont think so? he has that ‘bad boy but obedient’ vibes.” you eyebrows furrow, but you slowly nod your head as you start to understand his view of taeyong.

“well i hope he wont let his girlfriend and him cause such commotion again. it took us so long to get out.” you whine, looking at the time on your phone. “we fucking got out like 30 minutes after! you know how much i hate getting off campus late.”

mark chuckles, running his hand through his hair. “we know, sweetie. we know.”

“dont call me that i swear-”

“suckass.”

“bitch.”

the two of you laugh happily and take a sip of your drinks at the same time before discussing about today’s lecture.

friday comes and you see the gifts placed neatly on your table yet again. you roll your eyes and slouch into your seat. you are now too tired to even throw away the gifts and you give up doing so.

more people soon start to fill the seats of the lecture hall. when the professor walks in, you notice that the seat beside you is empty. you purse your lips into a thin line and shrug your shoulders, thinking that taeyong isnt going to come today.

“taeyong. its only your second day yet you’re already late.” your head lifts up from your table to see taeyong standing by the door. you rest your chin on the palm on your hand as you were intrigued by him again like the first time you saw him on wednesday. why? you dont even know yourself.

taeyong rushes in and sits down next to you. what surprised you is the fact that the same girl is standing outside. the murmurs and whispers come again. you swear you can get a headache from it.

you see her blowing a kiss to taeyong, making everyone shout and fangirl over her before she leaves and the hall is back to being silent. you turn your head to taeyong, who immediately look back at you.

“is she that crazy over you?” you ask, taking out your pen and beginning writing notes. “yeah. but i fucking hate it.” taeyong replies. you chuckle lowly as your eyes remain on the projector yet you could see taeyong blinking his eyes, as if you had an effect on him.

“she seems rich. you’re after her money, arent you?”

“it’s because i cant get away from her parents.”

“hm its also for the money. i can tell.” you look down at his outfit, a lot of it are designer and authentic clothing items. you laugh softly with amusement.

“why are people scared of you?” your eyes immediately darkens and you slowly turn your head to face taeyong, staring down at him. taeyong sucks air into his cheeks and glances somewhere else. laughing quietly at his reaction, you smile softly.

“let’s just say i have a bad reputation. yet im popular for some reason. its seriously annoying.”

taeyong looks down at the gifts that you have thrown off your table. “i can tell. you seem bold and intimidating.”

you take out your phone to scroll through your social medias in boredom. “bold and intimidating huh? you’re an interesting one. i like it.” you glance at the clock when you hear people starting to pack up. you too start to pack up as well.

taeyong is still seated on his seat, writing down the notes he missed from talking to you. you figured that he couldn’t multitask like you. before you stand up to get out of the hall you turn to taeyong. again it looked like his senses were all heightened and he’s being wary of you.

you got closer to him, faces inches apart. he didn’t move at all. his eyes still on you. you smirk softly, licking your bottom lip as you eyed him narrowly like looking at a delicious candy.

“looks like you arent intimidated by me. i like you.” you whispers softly, laughing loudly as you see mark waiting for you at the door. you quickly got up and went to mark. as the two of you exited the hall, you look back to taeyong. he’s still glued to his seat, not moving, his mouth gaping open slightly.

“oi let’s go.” you hear mark shout as you notice him already walking away. you smirk widely and follow behind mark.

“im sorry what?”

“let me cheat on her with you.”

“no.”

you glare at taeyong as you take a bite from your meal. you and taeyong are having lunch on campus together and it never fails to have eyes glued onto you whenever you’re with taeyong. you’re only option is to hang out with tayeong since mark didnt come today. you have yet to ask him why.

“come on please! if she sees me with someone like you she’ll be too scared to get near me then i can finally break up with her.” taeyong whines, grabbing your cup of iced tea and taking a sip.

“protect your reputation, taeyong. look around. you being with me is already giving people a bad impression of you.” taeyong does what you say, looking around and realising that a lot of people were staring at you two. he turns back to find you picking on your food.

“you’re the only one i know around here. itll only be until me and her break.”

you eyes trailed up from your food to meet taeyong’s. you put your fork down and sat up straight, tilting your head slightly. “what’s in it for me?” people around you know very well that wouldnt do something without getting something back in return. it didnt take taeyong long to know that due to the constant whispers about you around campus.

“ill let you have the money she gives me?” taeyong says nervously. you click your tongue. you were definitely intrigued when taeyong says the word ‘money’. taeyong smiles sheepishly as he waits for your answer.

“ill do it.” taeyong’s face lits up in an instant. you however were smiling devilishly, looking down at your prey. “get ready though. im not an easy one.”

taeyong blinks his eyes rapidly. his eyes definitely says he’s intimidated. but his body says otherwise, looking calm and composed.

“i know. itll be fun.” your eyes widen slightly as you see taeyong smirking under his soft smile. you raise your eyebrows and chuckle in amusement.

“oh im sure it will, ty.”

“you sure that’ll work?” you roll your eyes and rub your temples. you lost count of how many times you have tried to explain the plan to taeyong.

“you said she comes here to have coffee before she picks you up right? she doesnt know we ended early today so we’ll probably run into her. then i’ll just flirt with you or something. just follow my lead.” taeyong nods slowly. 

you shrug your shoulders and let your body sink into the comfortable seat. you and taeyong are at a pretty high class cafe and it felt good to drink some quality tea instead of the cheap ones you have to put up with living as a broke college student.

you drink your tea as you eyed taeyong. he looks anxious, constantly looking out the window and sucking his draw despite his cup already being empty. you groan to catch taeyong’s attention. “you need to chill. have you never flirt with anyone before?” taeyong shakes his head, biting his straw. you gape your mouth and clap your hands.

“no way! you’re good looking. you cant tell me that snobby girl is the only one you ever dated.” 

“she is.”

you choked on your drink, proceeding you laugh hysterically. taeyong furrows his eyebrow. “you better find a better girlfriend once you break up with her ty.” taeyong frowns, running his hand through his silk soft-looking hair. “im not interested in dating.” taeyong mumbles. you only hum in response. 

looking up from taeyong, you see the girl walking down the street, about to enter the cafe. you tapped taeyong’s hand quickly, making him flinch. 

“okay she’s coming, act natural. like how we are now.”

“wait what i-”

you immediately peck his lips to shut him up. taeyong widens his eyes in shock, his body completely frozen at your touch. you smirked widely as you see the girl standing outside, with her eyes filled with anger and her hand clenching into fists tightly. you chuckle in an evil manner. “her she comes.” you whisper in a sing-song tone.

taeyong looks straight at the door as she finally steps into the cafe and stomps over to your table. you smile widely, putting in your innocent act.

“who’s she, tae?” taeyong doesn’t reply, looking at you. you raise both your eyebrows and roll your eyes. slowly, your fingers crawl up to taeyong’s hand on the table, touching his fingers as you jerked your head to her.

“a friend.” taeyong replies simply.

she scoffs. you ran your hand through your hair. “and why are you guys here?”

you click your tongue and chuckle lowly. you look at her, noticing that she’s eyeing you like a prey. clearly she’s jealous right now. with her arms crossed and eyes. you knew.

“we finished quite early actually. you dont mind me hanging out with him, do you? im sure you know he’s new and im his only friend.” you say softly, turning to taeyong and biting your lip seductively. a smirk slowly creeped up taeyong’s mouth. you’re surprised that he suddenly looks confident rather than the first time you two met when he was looking all intimidated and nervous around you.

“yeah, its true.” taeyong winks playfully at you. you only hum in response before looking up to the girl. she furrows her eyebrows in anger.

“hm you wanna hang out with him, right? alright ill leave.” you stand up and shove your phone into your back pocket. as you walk past behind taeyong, you bend down beside him and got close to his ear, acting as if you were whispering something as you stared at the girl. oh the look on her face. you laugh inside your head. you stand up straight and ran your fingers seductively behind taeyong’s shoulders before exiting the cafe. you could have sworn that you heard her growling under her breathe.

“you should have seen the look on her face!” you laugh crazily, slamming your hand against your thigh and taking another sip of mark’s drink. you were too lazy to buy your own.

“man why didn’t you tell me all this before?! i would have followed you guys and watch the shit go down.” mark whines. you grin widely and shake your head.

“im so sorryy.” you take in deep breathes to calm yourself down.

“taeyong must have been surprised when he sees you go into that mode. i remember the first time you helped me get my parents to not force me to be in relationships after they knew im “dating” someone like you.” mark chuckles.

“well he was shocked at first. but he surprisingly acted well.”

mark nods his head. you sigh as you look around the campus and you see taeyong walking with his headphones on. you smile softly.

“if you’ll excuse me, ill put on my ‘cheating’ role now and go to taeyong. text me alright!” you stand up from your seat and did you signature handshake with mark before speeding over to where taeyong was.

your hand loops around his arm as you pull him close. taeyonh flinches but relaxes when he notice it’s you. “so how did she react?” you ask, walking happily.

taeyong shrugs and takes off his earpiece, unplugging it from his phone and shoving it into his tote bag. “she was definitely jealous. she gave me a lecture on how i shouldnt be with you cuz you looked like a bitch.” you gasp sarcastically, placing your hand on your chest as you gaped your mouth widely. taeyong chuckles at your reaction.

“a bitch? what about her? tsk..” you roll your eyes.

“i can safely assure you that you’re way better than her.” you laugh in response.

“of course i am.” you wink at taeyong. “also what’s her name? you never told me.”

“soyoung. oh by the way.” taeyong stops in his tracks. you stop as well and let your arm off taeyong’s. taeyong digs into his tote bag. after awhile, he pulls out money. you smile almost immediately.

“she gave it to me. in a way to bribe me not to hang out with you.” you lean forward and snatch the money away and counted it. and boy was it a lot of money.

“she’d pay this much for you to stay away from me? she really is a bitch.” you slid the money into your wallet.

“too bad though. she’ll be seeing me with you more often.” you start to walk forward, but you stop and turn your head back. taeyong was standing still and staring at you. you see him snap out of hid thoughts and shake his head before walking towards you.

“sorry about that. let’s go.” you only shrug your shoulders as the two of you walk out of campus.

“you’re meeting her this sunday?” taeyong nods. you look around taeyong’s apartment. it wasnt big, big enough for two people but he’s the only one lving here. the decor is simple and he place doesn’t look messy. you figured it suited him well.

“we’ll be together before you’re suppose to meet her and have her see us together.”

taeyong widens his eyes and tilts his head. “that’ll be intense.” you raise an eyebrow and chuckle.

“isnt that what cheating is all about, ty?” you shake your head, acting disappointed. you hear him let out a ‘tsk’. you laugh.

“all right. looks like you’re taking me out sunday night. ill dress up.”

“dont you always dress up? your outfits upstages everyone when i see you on campus.”

you peck taeyong’s cheek playfully. taeyong jumps back at your sudden move. you smiled widely.

“you know i always look good.”

you suddenly feel taeyong pulling you and placing you on his lap. you tilt your head in confusion. “what’s this?”

taeyong’s breathing slows down as his eyes glaze your face intensively, as if admiring every inch of it.

“sounds weird but i find you very fucking hot.. its irresistible.” taeyong whispers, raising his hand to twirl a section of your hair around his fingers.

“oh and please book me a grab home. im heading out now so text me aites.” you stand up from the couch and wave to taeyong before leaving his apartment and closing the door.

as you were waiting for taeyong to pick you up on his motorbike, you look down at your outfit. you’re wearing a really short grey pleated skirt with a white lace bralette and a oversized checkered blazer as an outerwear. you don’t usually wear skirts often, but you did need to play the part of being revealing so as to “attract” taeyong’s attention. you put the quotations on attract but you dont even know if taeyong would be attracted or not. you slightly hoped that he would for some reason.

you see a motorbike coming to a halt. you walk towards it as taeyong gets off. he takes off his helmet, ruffling his hair as he went to the trunk. you blink your eyes rapidly as you’ve never seen taeyong look this good. you snap out of your thoughts when taeyong passed you your helmet. the both of you wear the helmets at the same time as you give way for taeyong to get on the bike. after adjusting a little, taeyong jerks his head to gesture you to get on.

“sit properly if you dont want guys staring at your exposed thighs.” taeyong says, his voice being muffled by the shield of helmet. you pull your down your skirt slightly and rest your hand on your thighs, waiting for him to take off, but he doesn’t.

“put your hands somewhere else. it’s dangerous.”

“ouh right right..” you look at your sides to find any handles to hold onto but there weren’t any. you stare down at his back. shurgging, you wrap your arms around his waist and interlock your fingers togther. taeyong turns his head to you and looks forward before starting the mottorbike and driving. you dont even know where you’re headed but oh well.

after a drive of about 20 minutes, you finally feel the motorbike stop. you look beside you and notice there was a restaurant. a very high class one. you gap your mouth open in disbelief as you get off the bike and take off your helmet.

“you have dates to these places often?” you turn around to face taeyong who sighs and gets close to you to take your helmet, nodding slowly.

you scoff, your eyes scanning the entrance of the place up and down. you feel taeyong’s hand snake around your waist. “let’s not go inside yet.” you raise an eyebrow.

“then where are we going?”

taeyong leads you to the entrance of the restaurant, where there are benches aligned. you nod your head once taeyong take a seat on the bench and sit doen beside him.

“the place is secluded so id normally see people making out around here.” taeyong comments, glancing at his phone to check the time.

“well there’s a bar a few blocks down so i guess that’s why.” you only nod in response, looking in front as you watch the cars drive by. it made you think of one thing. “wait what does her car look like-“

taeyong swiftly wraps his arm around your waist and pull you on his lap. you blink at him as he jerks his head to the back of you. you assume that she arrived. you arch your back and let your hair flow down on one shoulder before wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. taeyong’s grip on your waist tightens as you ran you hand through his hair and tilt your head to deepen the kiss even more. you felt taeyong’s hand roaming from your waist to your thigh, going up and down slowly.

for some reason, you were enjoying it. his lips on yours. you felt his hunger, neediness for you as he held you close as if to claim you’re his. you felt the same nonetheless. you liked it a lot. the two of you knew very well that this isnt acting anymore. it was real. the heat and needy tension. you didnt feel such a thing in a long time.

you suddenly flinch when you felt a hand on your shoulder, pushing you off taeyong’s lap. you turn around. “oh look who’s here! its soyoung.”

“the fuck did i just saw you doing with taeyong?” soyoung pushes you back further.

“i was about to have dinner with taeyong here.. but id figure it would be better to get free appetisers instead of having to pay for one.” you say confidently, brushing your thumb over you bottom lip as your eyes stared into hers.

soyoung scoffs and folds her arms. she looks down at your outfit. “you’ve been trying to seduce taeyong from the very start.” soyoung mutters under her breathe. you tilt your head as you grin widely.

“of course that’s what i’ve been doing idiot. taeyong really enjoys being with me though.” you turn your head to taeyong who was smirking widely and eyeing your outfit hungrily.

soyoung rubs her temples. with no words coming out her mouth, she turn away and walks to her car, getting into the driver’s seat and driving off. you slowly turn your head to taeyong who’s mouth is wide open. you laugh hysterically.

“oh my fucking god that was awesome!” you shout, clapping as you sit back down beside taeyong. taeyong smiles widely. “you really do have it in you.” taeyong compliments. you nudge his arm. “if you say you underestimated me i will beat you up.”

“please do. ruin me. every single moment i spend with you makes me fall and want you more. i love the dangerous side of you,”

[lanchang]

Post canon Xie Lian and Mu Qing cunt meet ups where they have finally reached an understanding and they get together to bitch about ugly people for 2 hours while pretending they meet up because Mu Qing is teaching Xie Lian how to embroider/cook/etc

love this for them on every level. finally theyre on the same page and they can be free to bitch together #gaybestfriends and they each constantly surprise each other by saying out loud what the other one was thinking and xie lian is always like "mu qing!! you cant say that about people!!" and then says something even meaner two minutes later anyway theyre good people with good hearts and theyre also massive cunts sometimes its what they deserve as besties also the thought of mu qing teaching xie lian how to sew is making me wanna cry waaaah i bet mu qing would go about it like "im not going to keep doing it for you so you better learn" but then since he does actually want to keep doing things for xie lian it takes like 50 years for xl to even learn how to to thread a needle

[futurebicon]

Oh my god the kids doing online classes together

Yes

Also please suggest names for this series and any thing you would want me to write

Remus walked into one of the spare room they had set up as an impromptu office. He laughed quietly as he saw the sight inside.

7 teenagers were spread out across the room. Only Caspin was sitting at a desk, well, the only one sitting correctly at a desk.

Fizzy had moved her desk beside his and was laying on her bacl. Her head on half of his desk, he carded his fingers through her hair as he listened to his lecture.

Ginny was sitting upside down over her desk. Luna was under Ginnys desk in a fort she had created for herself.

Draco and Harry were on a bed of bean bags. They had class together so they turned off Harrys sound and listened on Dracos computer as they cuddled.

“We all have our mics off” Fizzy told him.

“Sirius went to grab Wendy’s for you guys.” He told them.

“I grabbed Wendy’s for them” Sirius pecked his husbands lips before he put the food in the middle of the room, moving as they all scrambled to grab their food.

Ginny grabbed Lunas for her while Fizzy grabbed Caspins.

“Thank you Papa” Fizzy said as her dads left the room.

“Thanks Sirius” echoed after her.

Caspin hit a bell that was on his desk a few minutes later.

They had created a system to let each other know when their mic was on after a very entertaining incident of Harry turning his mic on at the same time Fizzy screamed “FUCK THIS IM DROPPING OUT AND BECOMING A STRIPPER”

“Wouldn’t the reaction cause burns?” Caspin answered the question. He was going to college to be a teacher and for some ungodly reason he had to take chemistry.

“Correct” Caspins professor told him.

The sound of him clicking his mic off was heard and everyone clapped for him.

“Well thank you” he smiled.

“Fiz, answer ‘Sewed their name into their clothes’ in history. He said no one has gotten it today.” Harry told her.

“Thanks. Answer ‘body’ in forensics.”

“It still amazes me that they offer a murder class to high schoolers.” Caspin shook his head.

“It’s not a murder class. It’s a crime solving class.” Fizzy smiled at him.

“Oh then, my apologies” Caspin kissed her with a smile.

“You’re forgiven”

“You guys don’t even want to go into criminology after high school so why are you taking the class?” Ginny asked.

“Because I’ve been watching Criminal Minds since I was 5 and I am the best in the class” Fizzy smirked.

“And shes ranted to me about Criminal Minds since we were 5 so I’m decent in the class” Harry added.

“Class is over” Luna announced, knowing everyone was too distracted to log off their meet.

“Thank you love” Ginny ended the meet and turned onto her stomach, leaning into the fort and kissed Luna before raising back up like a push up. “Wait that’s fun”

She clicked onto her next class and continued to swing into Lunas fort, kissing her each time and smiling when she giggled.

“Oh to have your core strength.” Fizzy sighed.

The high schoolers worked for a half an hour before Caspins class was over.

“Damn it I need my camera on for this class” He groaned.

“No” Fizzy whined.

“You can still stay there, baby. I just can’t kiss you or talk to any of you. And my teachers an ass so don’t make me laugh”

“Heh heh, that rhymed” Harry said.

“Shut up” Caspin told him and turned on his camera.

He made it through the class with only three paper airplanes thrown at him and 5 fake coughs so he could laugh.

“You’re all bitches” He glared when he left the class.

“Hey!” Fizzy exclaimed.

“Except for you” He kissed her.

+++

“I don’t cook I don’t clean but let me tell you how I got this ring” Harry muttered a little too loudly.

“GOBBLE ME SWALLOW ME, DRIP DOWN INSIDE OF ME QUICK JUMP OUT ‘FORE YOU LET IT GET INSIDE OF ME I TELL HIM WHERE TO PUT IT NEVER TELL HIM WHERE IM BOUT TO BE I RUN DOWN ON HIM ‘FORE I HAVE A RUNNING ME” Everyone screamed at the top of their lungs.

“TALK YOUR SHIT BITE YOUR LIP ASK FOR A CAR WHILE YOU RIDE THAT DICK YOU REALLY AINT NEVER GOTTA FUCK HIM FOR A THANG HE ALREADY MADE HIS MIND UP BEFORE HE CAME.” They went back to their school work immediately.

“Are you guys okay?” Sirius stuck his head in with an extremely confused look.

“Yeah we’re good. Why?” Fizzy asked.

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