#just imagine him with lipstick- I mean what XD

[gibberishfangirl]

Omg I love love loooovvee your wind breaker hcs! Could you do girlfriend reader leaving lipstick kisses on the boys? 😘💋

WIND BREAKER | love marks

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Kaji Ren, Toma Hiragi, Jo Togame

Contains ✰ indirectly getting caught, teasing, reader did it on purpose in some scenarios, content of the boys getting confronted by their friends

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ unfortunately Sakura failed to realize the stain your nude pink-ish colored lipstick left on the corner of his lip before leaving to meet his friends

❤︎ “oh my Sakura~ i do wonder what you were doing before getting here” Suo immediately teased with a charming smile

❤︎ Sakura looked at Suo and his friends suspiciously as they were all grinning ear to ear at him. the man hated being put on the spot which is something they were painfully aware of

❤︎ Nirei was the first one to crack while letting out a nervous laugh and saying “Sakura you got a little something here.” while pointing at his lips

❤︎ Sakura bolted out of his seat to run into the restroom as his friends all laughed at his sudden movement

❤︎ his face had a furious blush scattered across his cheeks as he spotted the mark on his lips

❤︎ he roughly scrubbed off the make up for about five minutes with water and a paper towel. jeez— who knew removing make up can be so hard?

❤︎ he yanked his phone out of his pocket to send you a message only to find that you already texted him one of your own

❤︎ your message read: hope you enjoyed your little surprised Haru <3

❤︎ why you little—

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ Umemiya was a different case, this man was so shameless it was actually hard to make him be embarrassed of anything

❤︎ so when Hiragi finally told him about the pink kiss stain on his cheek he didn’t have much of a reaction and continued the meeting as if he didn’t receive such information

❤︎ it was only after the meeting that he decided to wipe off the stain with the palm of his hand

❤︎ update: it didn’t work, he simply just smeared it around with that motion instead of it actually working

❤︎ he didn’t bother to remove it after that, he simply just shrugged and chuckled with a “i guess that’s that.” while Hiragi facepalmed

❤︎ since he couldn’t get it off the first time he just walked around the whole day with the smeared kiss mark on his cheek

❤︎ no one else really dared to point it out so he nearly forgot about it until he had seen you again and you let out a gasp

❤︎ it was safe to say that you were more embarrassed than he was as you began to apologize profusely

❤︎ “i’m so sorry Ume!! i didn’t see that on you before i left!” “it’s okay, i barely even noticed it.” is the only thing he’d say in response before leaning in for another kiss

❤︎ he never really learns, does he?

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ Suo was so suave and calm most of the time that it was hard to even imagine that he’d miss something like this

❤︎ you thought about all the ways you could catch him off guard just to see him not be able to smoothly charm his way out of things

❤︎ that’s when the idea came to you; to plant a kiss mark without him noticing. you did it while you hugged him goodbye so the mark landed on his jawline

❤︎ surprisingly enough no one actually realized he had the mark or even caught onto it. not even Nirei saw it despite standing the closest to him the whole day

❤︎ Suo eventually saw it once he saw himself in the mirror at the end of the day. you had left the mark around 8am just for him to barely notice it at 10pm—

❤︎ he almost missed it but then once he tilted his chin higher the mark became more visible

❤︎ he simply shrugged and snapped a photo of it to send it to you as he assumed it was an accident

❤︎ “hey love, i think you accidentally marked me XD” “YOU JUST REALIZED THAT?” “what you mean ‘just’? O.O” “nvm”

❤︎ he took another look at the mark and reconsidered the possibility of it being an accident. the only words he mumbled out was “how sneaky” before a small smile caught his lips

❤︎ he’ll definitely remember this as he plans to get you back another day

Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ Nirei spends a lot of the time looking at himself in the mirror so he notices it pretty fast in comparison to all the other boys

❤︎ it’s hard to catch the man lacking when he spends a lot of the time looking at his outfits for hours. of course he notices every small detail about himself

❤︎ he was glad he caught it in time he most likely would’ve became a stammering mess if any of his friends had been the one to point it out

❤︎ at least he was glad until he realized he couldn’t get the product off

❤︎ he scrubbed and scrubbed but the make up was super strong. it wasn’t coming off even to save his life

❤︎ he unrelectuntaty had to go meet Sakura and Suo with the mark smeared around his lips

❤︎ Sakura noticed it immediately and asked “did you bust your lip??? who did that to you?” already getting ready to find whoever hurt his friend

❤︎ Sakura was a dimwit when it came to these things so he didn’t realize what it was and automatically assumed it was a busted lip

❤︎ Suo let out a sigh and chuckle to Sakura’s reaction since unlike him, Suo was fully aware of what it actually was

❤︎ despite knowing what it was Suo didn’t expose Nirei in the moment and left Sakura in the dark. however, that didn’t mean Nirei was safe. Suo was definitely going to bring this up again some other time

Kaji Ren ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ Ren was always careful about how his appearance looked like. not that he actually cared but mainly because he didn’t need anyone else catching onto what activities he may have been participating in with you

❤︎ he typically made sure he didn’t look disheveled before heading out but today was different since he was in a rush to get to a meeting

❤︎ he had gotten so carried away in his heated make out session with you that he didn’t have enough time to pamper himself and needed to run out the door

❤︎ his hair was a slight mess which he was able to easily fix with his hands as he smoothed out the mess before seeing Hiragi

❤︎ Hiragi quirked an eyebrow up while letting out the smallest smirk. it was so fast Ren almost missed it. keyword: almost.

❤︎ “what’s that face for?” Ren immediately put up a defensive tone. “nothing, just seems like you been having a lot of fun.” Hiragi teased before yanking on Ren’s collar to expose the red mark on it

❤︎ Ren’s face slightly dropped before pulling himself back together. he shoved the collar of his shirt into his hoodie trying to hide it while mumbling the quickest lie he could think of.

❤︎ “i got into a fight before getting here… must be some old blood” “oh yeah, it must be in that case.” Hiragi sarcastically responded sparing his friend the embarrassment

Toma Hiragi ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ his whole group of underclassmen were on his ass as soon as they all spotted the mark on his neck

❤︎ he cursed the day he was born before taking some medication for all the headaches they were giving him that day

❤︎ “tsk. kids. you wouldn’t understand, none of you can even get a partner if you tried.” is the he only thing he would tell them if they continued to pry into getting him to say how he got the mark

❤︎ of course that response gathered an uproar from the kiddos as they took the insult to the heart. some hurt because they knew it was true with their lack of flirting skills

❤︎ the teasing got so bad even Umemiya had to tell them to back off after some time, knowing how stressed and overwhelmed Hiragi can get

❤︎ definitely not one of his most finest days but didn’t dread on it for long since things happen

❤︎ you were very apologetic once you heard about the day he had from others

❤︎ “i’m so sorry Toma!” you’d embrace him in a hug while nonstop apologizing

❤︎ unfortunately for you, your boyfriend could be quite a tease at times so a smirk made its way up to his lips before saying “it’s okay, maybe you can make it up to me by leaving me another?”

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

❤︎ it took Togame the longest to realize the kiss stain on his shirt out of all the boys

❤︎ due to his previous reputation, no one knew whether or not they should point it out. they weren’t too fond of the idea of getting beat up by the giant man so no one told him anything

❤︎ the only one who finally pointed it out was Choji as he asked why Jo had a chocolate stain on his shirt (you had been wearing a brown nude shade of lipstick which is why Choji mistakes it for chocolate)

❤︎ “huh? i didn’t eat chocolate today.” Togame would respond confusedly to his short friend while pulling on his shirt to find the stain

❤︎ “oh, then what is it?” Choji was genuinely intrigued by the conversation now as he wanted a response.

❤︎ Jo’s face turned a small shade of light pink remembering the prior events that occurred earlier that day

❤︎ “…nevermind. it’s chocolate. i just forgot i had some before coming here.” lies

❤︎ despite how bold Togame can be he most definitely did not want to have that talk with his longest friend

❤︎ Choji gave his friend a look that read ‘seriously?’ which Togame decided to ignore. he had bigger things to deal with… like finding you and getting more kisses

[shootingmorningstar]

Was inspired by bambygourl’s fanart and a TikTok I saw. Dressing up as Roger and Jessica Rabbit for a costume party with Lucifer. I think he’d be all pouty and grumpy about dressing up as such a silly character and not a suave charming character. Especially since he’d take a look at the white button up, red trousers with suspenders, and blue bow tie with yellow polka-dots and see it as a fashion nightmare XD. And don’t get him started on the bunny ears and tail. Tho his mood is sufficiently uplifted when he sees the reader dressed up as Jessica Rabbit. Low cut red dress with a slit and all. Just imagine pulling on his suspenders or bow tie for a kiss, getting lipstick on his mouth and face, and cooing over how adorable and handsome her honey-bunny is.

I've been meaning to get to this request ever since I saw it because it is just so good. I'm definitely biased for anything Lucifer related but god this is just so cute. Anon, your brain is outstanding. I love pouty Lucifer. If you still have that tiktok on hand or ever come across it again, do you think you could send it my way .ᐣ

You didn't include what kind of request you wanted though, and my default is HCs -- but I couldn't help but throw in a little drabble based on them, too. Or, at least I intended it to be a drabble .ᐣ It got away from me, haha.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Lucifer and Female Reader Dressing

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Up As Roger and Jessica Rabbit ~

Lucifer is initially thrilled when you bring up wanting to attend a famous yearly costume party in Pride with him. A chance to show you off sounds amazing, and he's great with costumes. Just the thought of you two matching is enough to get him excited.

You seemed just as excited as he was -- in fact, he was even more excited when you told him you'd already had something in mind .ᐟ He's pestering you to tell him just what the costumes were as soon as the plan leaves your lips, but much to his displeasure, you refuse, saying you want to keep it a surprise.

You'd even managed to resist the very strongest puppy-dog eyes and pout. Impressive. He usually succeeds in getting his way with that one -- who could ever say no to that face .ᐣ Having exhausted his options, he sighs his defeat.

Well, nearly exhausted his options. He was entirely too ready to pretend that you'd won and snoop through your closet the second you walked away. Apparently his quick glance at said closet had given him away though, and with a quick deadpan stare alongside a scary sounding ❛ don't you dare. ❜ has his feet rooted to the floor.

Did his poker face really suck so bad .ᐣ He's definitely practicing it in the mirror later.

Ultimately, though, he trusts you completely and your choice in matching outfits is no exception, so he allows it to drop for now. There's still a few more days until the party, but that time could be spent much more productively by your side rather than whining about clothing.

That is, until the day of the party comes around and you bring out his outfit. You'd never seen Lucifer's jaw drop quite like that before and it takes iron will to stop yourself from giggling at his present state.

He doesn't understand the reference. Lucifer regrets his past decision to give humanity free will. It's obvious, even if he never seems to say it outright. He had given out such a precious gift and so much of humanity chose to abuse it, to be nothing but cruel. Looking at sinners and by extension humanity is just a terrible reminder of what he'd done, so he prefers to avoid it whenever possible. This quite often includes the media of the living realm -- he's never even heard about the movie, forget seeing it.

So without the full context, all he knows is that you've just handed him an absolutely atrocious outfit -- and to make it worse, you expect him to go out in it .ᐣ Seriously, he whinges, red overalls with a blue bow .ᐣ Rabbit ears .ᐣ And to make it worse, you won't even show him your outfit until he gets dressed .ᐟ He can't believe you're laughing.

He sounds completely and totally ridiculous, in your defense. Seriously, has he seen his regular outfit .ᐣ He looks absolutely stunning, sure -- but he also looks like he walked right out of a circus.

It says a lot, though, that despite the complete and total pity party he's currently throwing himself, he's beginning to shuffle into the costume anyway. He's grumbling the whole way, but the fact that he just doesn't have it in him to say no to you warms your heart.

You had been so, so eager about this party, and the way your eyes had shined like stars when you told him had long since burned itself into his heart.

wc ; 1.2k

His seemingly endless complaints had tapered off ever so slightly when you shimmied his grasp off of the ruby red suspenders sagging unbuttoned over his chest. By the time you take the fabric into your own hands his protests faded to little more than a mumble under his breath, and with the very first snap of a button in place under your gentle touch he'd quieted completely. Where a look of exasperation had reflected off his face seconds prior, in its place now is that of silent awe, his gaze trained on your every action. The gesture of intimacy is enough to leave Lucifer somewhat choked up, his heart still not used to receiving such acts of adoration and kindness. You tie the cornflower blue fabric adorned with tiny yellow spots into a bow to accentuate the costume and cover his hands briefly with your own as you slip the gloves onto his fingers.

Not twenty minutes had passed, and he finds his attitude regarding the ensemble shifting with every second you take to assist him into it. Each and every part of it looks ridiculous at best, but the thought of you picking it out solely for him has him warming up to the idea.

Declaring your work complete, you raise your grasp ever so slightly, palms holding each of his cheeks close, your thumbs rubbing soft little circles below his eyes. Your affections are sufficient only when finished with a kiss placed on his forehead. ❛ I'm going to go get dressed, okay .ᐣ No peeking. I promise I'll be right back. ❜

The way his wrists on instinct dart out to catch yours to bring you close to him again as you pull back nearly got you. He's extended his lips in a pout once more. You hate to leave him quite so sad looking but you know he'll appreciate what you have planned enough for it to be worth it.

Bathroom door shutting closed behind you, there's the smallest bit of lingering regret that he can't help you to get dressed like you had for him. The outfit itself takes you barely a few moments to slip into -- it's the makeup that requires precision, time and effort. His pacing around the bedroom is audible, impatient steps sounding into stomps, the sounds causing you to choke on a laugh. You need a steady hand for your eyeshadow and that's hard to maintain during an act quite as cute as this.

Nonetheless, your look is finished within half an hour and therefore Lucifer is put out of his misery. It's not a second after the door clicks open that his attention is caught, snapped to the light peaking out of the doorway. Stepping into the small hallway, your eyes are met with his own -- and the way his pupils widen as soon as he gets a glance of your dress makes both your efforts and his complaining worthwhile. His gaze takes you in from top to bottom, each detail enchanting him further. The dress so perfectly hugging your curves is crimson to match him and absolutely breathtaking -- and are you walking towards him .ᐣ Your strut does well to accentuate the slit stitched into the leg, your thigh tantalizing in its display.

Finally reclaiming your place beside him, one of your fingers reaches out, finding purchase under his chin -- and when you tilt his head up you swear you saw his eyes flash red. ❛ Hello, my darling husband, ❜ you coo, sending his already overloaded brain into a frenzy. Husband . . .ᐣ You wanted . . .ᐣ With him, really . . .ᐣ And although he's beginning to put the pieces together and clue in that such a term of endearment was part of your match, you seemed so happy to say it. He snaps his focus back onto just how stunning you look tonight, but the idea has firmly implanted itself into the depths of his mind.

Back into the present time, his hands have begun to roam -- he wants to commit every detail of you to memory, and that includes the feeling of your dresses fabric under his fingertips. His grasp is met with your own, for it's not long before you're pulling the straps of his suspenders, tugging him forward into a kiss. By the time he's recovered from his surprise enough to reciprocate, though, you're already beginning to pull away. He chases your lips with a whine but you've already moved on, pressing a kiss first to his cheek and then to his forehead. It's only when you offer him a small compact mirror does he understand -- each of your kisses has left behind a little bit of the lipstick you oh so painstakingly applied. Your marks on his face have left him entranced, desperately craving more.

A gasp rips itself from those same cherry red lips in surprise -- you weren't expecting him to summon forth his tail, much less wrap it around your midsection and use it to bring you closer. ❛ Kiss me again, ❜ He pleads, desperate and breathy. ❛ Anything for my honey bunny, ❜ you chime, matching the mark on his left cheek with one on the right. ❛ You just look so cute, ❜ between each kiss is another offering of praise and compliments, the blush left in your wake matching excellently. ❛ Who's my handsome bunny .ᐣ ❜

Your multitude of kisses has left Lucifer stunned and looking nothing short of angelic -- even more so than usual. You're fully intending on giving him several more, leaning in to do just that when the wall mounted clock besides you chimes a new hours arrival, alerting you to the time. ❛ Oh, dear. I'm very sorry, Mr. Rabbit, but I'm afraid we simply must be going. We don't want to be late, do we .ᐣ ❜

Fixing your lipstick takes all of a few seconds, leaving you free to grab a makeup wipe off the pouch resting atop your vanity and wipe all of the stains you'd adorned his face with away. A snap of his wrist catches yours just inches from his face, however, halting your plans in their tracks. Confused, you look to him for an explanation, a soft ❛ leave them. please .ᐣ ❜ being all he offers you. ❛ You're going to go to the party like this, love .ᐣ ❜ to which he nods sagely. He can't bear to part with them -- not when the lipstick marks are yours, not when they declare proudly that he is yours.

❛ If you say so, honey. ❜ You can't deny that the prospect leaves your heart fluttering. A grand, golden portal appears with a simple snap of his fingers and he takes your arm, now linked with his own in an attempt to usher you forward. He can't wait to show you off, to watch as other demons eyes glow green as they stare his way. You stay still, though, prompting him to look back at you with an air of confusion. It's then that you lean close, whispering ❛ be a good bunny and there will be more where that came from. too bad we'll have to wait until we come home, hmm .ᐣ ❜

Suddenly Lucifer can't wait for this party to be over.

I still can't believe I'd originally intended this to be 100 words and it ended up over a thousand. I can't help it, I'm so weak for anything Lucifer related. I'm half tempted to write an absolutely filthy post party part 2. If there's enough demand for it .ᐣ I just might.

As always, let me know what you think .ᐣ Hearing back from you guys keeps me motivated ~

[animasola86]

Reinventing my Gryffindor MC: Genevieve Belette

Getting immersed in my first proper longfic for the fandom again, The Darkness Within, I went and changed my Gryffindor MC up a little. Her backstory/my headcanons for her are still somewhat the same, she just looks a little different. (Thank goodness for mods!) (That fic portrays an older version of her, where she's 21/23, and it's NSFW! Just FYI!)

Name: Genevieve Belette

brown eyes * ginger * 1.55m/155cm (5′1“) * Gryffindor

born on April 1, 1875 on the outskirts of London

Aries (who is determined, courageous, charismatic, honest, passionate, energetic, impatient, impulsive)

was born a Weasley: Father was a Weasley, mother a Rosier (making her a pure-blood, despite being born a Squib), and when she didn't receive her Hogwarts letter at age 11, she was sent to live with non-magical relatives (the Belettes) in France, who practically adopted her, where she stayed until she turned 15

has a strained relationship with her parents and even though they somewhat accepted her back into the family after she found her magic, she still holds a little bit of a grudge (and will keep the name of her adoptive parents)

has a scar on her right cheek (was a reckless child who tried everything to awaken her magic, but failed, mother refused to heal her wound properly and left her with that scar, sent her away shortly thereafter)

was taught to be a proper lady in France (had a house teacher) and it took her a while to get used to the fact that girls wore trousers in Hogwarts

is an introvert (grows up to be quite the opposite though)

has a severe fear of heights, hates flying

is very helpful, but reckless in doing so, prefers to be alone, but allows a certain extrovert to accompany her on her adventures

had a crush on Professor Sharp before falling for Sebastian

How she looks:

Face 001, Skin color 022 Hair color: Dark Ginger, Eye color: Medium Brown Eyebrow shape 006, Eyebrow color: Dark Ginger Freckles 3, Complexion Type 3, Scars: Lines on right cheek

Mods I used:

Wednesday Addams Inspired Makeup Variations (no lipstick version) Custom Hair Very Long 41 (no bangs version)

Notes:

Yes, she is basically Ginny Weasley with her twin brothers' birth date, I was very creative when naming and creating her XD (belette is also the French word for weasel, so, there's that) Rosier was/is a pure-blood family originating in France in HP canon, but I HC that those relatives come from the Weasley side. And even though she is related to Garreth and Prof Weasley, it is very distant and they might not know about it due to their vast family tree and her name change (and her mother's influence, the Rosiers were much stricter and Darker and I can imagine her mother had cut the ties to her husband's family because she didn't think as open as the Weasleys did).

More on her life during Hogwarts can be read in my very first, now abandoned HL fanfic Diary of a Snake Lover on FF.net.

Post-Hogwarts (spoilers for The Darkness Within):

dies after having absorbed Isidora's magic because her soul was too pure to handle the darkness, is resurrected by Sebastian and ends up in the future - found by Tom Riddle

is easily influenced by others, lets the darkness within get the better of her and turns her life around completely: becomes manipulative, seductive, knows what she wants, gives her life to Tom's cause and recruits for him with every means possible (basically uses her body and Dark magic)

has forgotten/suppressed everything prior (manipulated by Tom)

is very conflicted once she remembers her former life thanks to Sebastian's intervention

her fate is yet to be determined!

Read more about her and Sebastian's trip to Tom Riddle's timeline right here: The Darkness Within.

The story is hosted on AO3, but here are Chapter excerpts posted on Tumblr (careful, they are NSFW!):

Chapter 6 (fluff) here Chapter 7 (smut) here Chapter 8 (angsty smut) here Chapter 9 (TomxMC smut) here

I also tried recreating my story during an AI RP session with a Tom Riddle bot, can be read here: Magical Fingers (also NSFW, sorry!)

Showcase for my Ravenclaw MC Nebbia DeLuca

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[amostimprobabledream]

*pops gum* Could I, like, get headcanons of Dazai with a fem s/o who is a famous beauty guru? I just imagine him popping up in the back of her vids and people asking for his skincare routine. XD Dazai: "sake, lack of sleep, and suicidal thoughts!"

You bet your sweet bippy you can!

Dazai may be a handsome bastard, but it cannot be denied that the man doesn't take the best care of himself. From his constant suicide attempts to his purposefully winding up Kunikida to the point of getting smacked around by him, he generally doesn't put his own wellbeing in high regard. Thus, watching someone practise self-care like having a beauty routine and knowing enough about makeup to teach others how is quite a stark contrast.

He seems to take at least some care of his appearance - his outfit is always clean and he dresses well, and he must change those bandages every day to keep them fresh. Plus you know he smells good - women don't like a guy who stinks. So watching you transform yourself with some mere skilful uses of contouring and colour intrigues him.

He hypes up whatever look you go for, but tbh I think Dazai has a secret weakness for that "fresh-faced" look - like clear mascara, lip tint, a little concealer and blush. He likes the doe-eyed, innocence you give off, even if your personality is the total opposite. But he also thinks you look great with dramatic eyeshadow, so he's not difficult to impress.

Yes, he does willingly sit for a "Doing My Boyfriend's Makeup" video. Dazai's a very indulgent boyfriend and he loves that cute little concentrating look on your face as you gently dab foundation on it. And he looks fucking amazing with just a little bronzer and highlighter to emphasize those cheekbones of his. "Am I pretty?" he'll tease you, knowing full well he looks great. Feel free to poke him.

He'll pipe up with, "But Bella, you don't need makeup! You're a goddess even when you're fast asleep and snoring, aha!"

Dazai doesn't have a lot of personal possessions of his own so he's astonished by how much equipment makeup requires - like why are there so many different brushes?! He'll pick up an eyelash curler and remark about how it looks like those gadgets the Port Mafia used to use to peel off fingernails. (Tmi, Dazai.)

Thinks the fan-following you have is cool and it fills him with a funny warm feeling when he reads the comments and sees people gushing about your new look or people telling you you've given them the confidence to try that lipstick shade they've always wanted to. (If he finds mean comments directed at you, Dazai makes them...go away before you get to read them. He's protective of you but he keeps the more unethical ways he expresses that on the dl.)

He'll whistle when you're going through products you recommended. Beware because he does not care he's on camera - he absolutely loves to fluster you, because this is Dazai fucking Osamu we're talking about. "I'd say that facial serum you're so fond of is a waste of money, lovely." "Huh? What do you mean?" "Because! We both know that the best facial you could ever have is my cu-" "DAZAI OSAMU, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!"

[a-supernatural-writer]

Doing Their Makeup

Poly Lost Boys, Michael and Star x Gender neutral reader

Basically came up with these while I was messaging @aliypop​ . Thank you for somehow getting me to a place where I wanted to write an imagine about the lost boys, Michael and Star’s partner wanting to do their makeup. XD This is everyone x reader. 

Also this is kind of my head-canon that Michael and Star became one happy family with David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko. But Max still died cause I don’t think anyone likes him. 

Warnings?: swearing? Cursing? 

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The second you told your partners that you wanted to do their makeup, each and everyone one of them were down with the idea, but at all different degrees of being okay with it. 

Paul was the first one to practically bounce his way over to you. He already needed your help with doing his simple eyeliner on a daily basis so you paying attention to his face for more than a few minutes made him a very happy camper. 

Paul LOVES it. I mean it. Give him the whole glam rock look! Glitter? Yes! Winged eyeliner? Yes! Bitch, make him look like a disco ball and he will be very happy. He loves glitter more than any of them and will directly ask you to use as much as you wanted. 

When doing his makeup, he always smiles, loving that your attention was solely on him. Though you have to scold him not to smile because the crinkle in his eyes will totally mess up whatever eyeshadow or eyeliner look you're trying to accomplish. He complies… for about two minutes. 

This boy will have you straddling him as you work, his hands on your hips, rubbing little circles into your skin softly. He practically becomes putty in your hands as you gently touch his face. He finds it absolutely adorable that you're being so delicate with him. 

When you're done, he shows it off to everyone around the cave. His babe of a partner went all out and he will brag that his makeup is going to be better than everyone else's once you are done. 

Second would be Marko. Seeing how good you were with Paul, he was excited to see what kind of look you would give him. He wasn’t too much into glitter like his fellow blonde but he was okay if you wanted to use it. Makeup to him was an artistic form of expression so he became your canvas on which to paint on. 

Seeing you figure what colors you wanted to give him and what tools you wanted to use would make him smile with how serious you were taking this task. He would ask you as you worked what your ideas were and you thought looked best on him. 

Your bodies would be close, not sitting in his lap close, but your legs would be locked together as you sat on your makeshift bed. His hands fiddling with whatever piece of clothing he could get his hands on. It was very hard not to touch you and he wanted you to fulfill your wish for the night. 

By the end of it, Marko’s makeup look would have half of the amount of glitter that Paul had. It would be very colorful, almost reflecting the multiple colors of his jacket. Marko was a little easier compared to the others because of those colors, you had more options to work with. 

Marko reacted like Paul, showing it off to everyone. Soon him and Paul compared their looks and pointed out what they liked about them. 

Dwayne was third. He wasn’t overly into it, but he loves seeing you happy and if doing his makeup was going to put a smile on your face, then he was happy to do it. He did have a few things to say though, he was okay with a little glitter but nowhere near Paul's and heck, maybe even half of what you did to Marko. Also, no colors that were too bright. 

From that, you only choose a few warm hues, some reds, oranges and a tiny bit of yellow. Even some earthy tones to complement his tanned skin. In a way you connected it with the jaguar on his leather jacket. 

Dwayne would have his hands placed on your thighs as you worked, saying only a few words here and there, asking simple questions if he was curious about something. If anything he was the calmest one of the bunch, not really interrupting your process. 

In a way it was nice. While you worked, you didn’t really talk, too focused on the task at hand and he thought it was cute when you would bite your lip in concentration. The silence that sometimes hung between you two was sweet, like you both were in your own little world. Minus the fact that Paul and Marko were just outside your makeshift area in the cave making noise. 

When Dwayne was done, he placed a small kiss on your lips and walked out. He didn’t really show off to the others but he couldn’t help but smirk when Paul and Marko grew silent at his new look. 

David was the fourth and probably the one that wasn’t overly crazy about it. If he was going to have glitter, it was going to be tasteful and very little of it. Dark colors only, and if you want to stick on gems, guess what, they better be little and it's gotta be sexy. Make him a sexy princely creature of the night and you are good. 

For once, he let you have control, even with his requests orders on what you can and cannot do. You went to work, both of your knees touching and you had to constantly stop him from moving, trying to smoke his cigarette. In the end, you lost against him cause if he couldn’t smoke a cigarette to distract himself from your hands being so gentle with him, they were going somewhere else and you would get nothing done. 

In between his puffs of smoke, you poured everything into his look wanting it to be perfect because you definitely wanted to do it again in the future. The only way he would let you is if you did a bang up job. 

You made his facial features sharp and his icy blue eyes seemed to pierce through your soul even more with the dark eyeshadow on his eyelids. A little bit of glitter and a few small black gemstones later, he was beautiful. Definitely different from what you were used to, but with David, he could pull off anything and he’d still look good. 

With a smirk, he thanked you for your work, which surprised you, and walked back out to the others. You chuckled when you heard Paul exclaim “Holy shit!” when he saw David. Needless to say, you did make David look like a prince of the night with your talents. 

Second to last was Star. Your beautiful girlfriend of your group of male partners entered your part of the cave, bringing some of her own collection with her. Star was probably the easiest of the group to do makeup for. She already wore red lipstick on the daily and brown toned eyeshadow to compliment her skin but she never went farther than that. 

But tonight, she would let you take it a step further. Nothing too crazy, maybe even a little more toned down than David’s. 

Star practically cuddled up to you as you worked your magic. It was a little difficult but she stayed still nonetheless. You kept her signature red lipstick, and decided to focus more on her eyes and add some stick on gems that matched the colors of her skirt. 

You added a splash of color to her eyes that went well with her usual browns, picking some of her favorite makeup items and mixing them with your own.

Of course you couldn’t help but smile when Star would giggle as the makeup brushes lightly tickled her face. You wanted to scold her for it but it was too cute so you said nothing just having to work around it. 

Just as you were finishing, your last partner, Michael walked in, watching you with curiosity and a slight twinge of interest. When you did finish, Star looked to Michael to see what he thought and happily kissed him when he said he liked it. Which in turn having you redo her lipstick one last time before she left, leaving only you and Michael. 

Michael was probably the most hesitant of the bunch. It wasn’t that he didn’t dislike makeup, he just didn’t know what the process was and never really saw much interest until you expressed how much you love doing it. 

With a little bit of encouragement, Michael sat on your bed, having you sit on his lap. Michael reminded you a little bit of Paul. He was very affectionate but was much softer compared to the blonde. 

Michael asked you the most questions as you worked. Asking what tool was used for what purpose. What colors you were using and why. Glitter? Yeah, why not? Just use it however you see fit and what you thought looked good on him. 

Overall he was excited about this. New things always intrigued him and he was willing to try something new. 

When you told him you were going to give him a more softer look, he had no quarrels with your choice. Just a tiny bit of glitter, some light colors, a sharp eyeliner that could cut someone, accentuating his cheekbones a bit, and even giving him a little bit of gradient lips, made him look even more pretty than he already was. 

You were so proud of yourself that couldn’t help but hug the poor boy. You went all out for your partners and you had a lot of fun doing it. When you let him go after hugging him, he was met by a few compliments from the others who admired his own look that seemed very different from everyone else. Which made the poor boy even more flustered. 

When all was said and done, and after doing your own makeup to your own tastes with the help of Star since, well, mirrors can’t help any of you. You all went down to the boardwalk as one big group date, showing off your talents proudly, taking any compliments, and giving you credit where credit was due. 

If anything was said negatively, especially by a group of surf nazis, guess what? After your group dinner date at the local diner, those surf nazis would be your dessert for the night. 

If that did happen, you’d be a little upset that your work was now covered in blood but they all reassured you that you could give them makeovers whenever you wanted.

[thatblondeperson]

Timsteph date at an amusement park. Hopefully Tim doesn't fall asleep this time.

I mean I kinda sorta wrote that in The Light at the End of the Tunnel Spring? Sorta. Their first date was at a carnival.

Idk tho, classic amusement park, they're both adrenaline junkies imo. I feel like that's obvious given their line of work.

I feel like Tim will never live that roller coaster nap down, the fandom will hang onto that forever as they should, because holy fuck Tim...

I mean, even if he did fall asleep somewhere, I feel like Steph, being very understanding of how exhausted Tim is often, would just sort of let it happen for a moment and then gently wake him up with the promise of food or something. She'd tease him of course, but nicely.

Lots of junk food is eaten, dorky souvenir photos are taken, they've both got the rugged game system down and multiple ridiculous prizes are won, most of which are handed off to other kids at the park. Lots of thrill rides, and idk, if there's a ferris wheel, we always gotta end on a romantic ferris wheel ride.

Or hell, what about one of those classic tunnel of love rides? Tim just covered in dark lipstick marks when they pop out of the exit lol

I feel like they stay until it the park closes, enjoying the lights. Steph takes a lot of pictures, Tim asks for her to send them to him and makes his favorite his lock screen.

I can see them both being big amusement park fans in general though. I can imagine the hilarity if Six Flags were to be a thing in comics, complete with all the DC merch. Just picture Tim buying a Robin Cape and Steph getting a pink Batgirl cape and both of them spending the day in those. Rating all of the hero/villain based rides on how much they feel they emulate the hero/villain in question. Sharing a cup of dip'n'dots. All the good stuff about going to Six Flags.

They give each other piggy back rides around the park if the other gets tired. They bring home ridiculous superhero merch for the rest of the fam. No one is amused by this XD

[redxblueihateloveyou]

Hi, I want to ask you a few questions. It's about KNB. I know this was a few years ago but i still miss them. Before Akashi appeared, did you ship other pairings? I mean, some pairings other than Akakuro. Probably, Kagakuro, Aokuro, etc. And then between Akashi and Kuroko, who do you love the most? And why? Thanks ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

Oh, hey love! Yeah, I miss them too always you know that haha I keep thinking about the "this is not the end of KNB" and hopelessly wish for Teiko times extra lmao but I know it'll never happen lol

The only other ship I have in KNB is midotaka (also fell for them only in s3), never shipped Kuroko with anyone before Akashi appeared (actually at first thought that I won't have any ships at all in this anime), I do not see where was there anything besides friendships. Esp Aomine or Kagami, who just do not give me any gay or bi vibes at all after all the materials, and with Kuroko its all so bro-bro to them, that I can't imagine that.

And tbh I need too much stuff for me to start shipping someone, so in most stuff I do not get where it's coming from or just don't care. It takes a lot for me to care haha. Multishipping I also do not get, bc to me shipping is about wanting someone to end up together and when you don't care with whom, it means you... don't ship anything really haha. So what's with Kuroko gangbanging everyone who's not even sways there or interested I would never get. Also someone pls name smth that could be interpreted as romantic in any of those ships? Cause I fail to see it.

Lol how did you not get after my vids, who I love most???? I thought I was obvious ;) I adore them both, I think they're incredible characters really, but you know me, Akashi is my everything, I mean, I even have a cat named Akashi who is also a sweetheart xD As to why, oi, the list can go on forever. I just think he has an incredible character strength, but also despite all the bad things that happened, he's the kindest soul who buys his teammates mom lipstick, saves babies and in general surprisingly the most compationate sweet and reliable soul in GOM, been said by many. He's just everything I like tbh. I mean, at first I just fell for his incredible brain (I love them smart) and badassness ofc, but I wasn't too into him, even though I from the beginning cracked the exterior as usual, but when I got to know all of them, it was just impossible not to love him. He's also one of those who can seemingly do everything and help everyone and in ppl's opinion has to do stuff bc everyone expects it from him and is like "well of course he can, he's Akashi" and bc he never shows how hard it is or whines, everyone thinks its easy even tho it never is like for example his born physical stats are like Kuroko's level haha. It's how he helps silently and doesn't ask for anything in return and how mature he is. I mean the GOM trip abroad still T_T

I also love those who are confident and knows how to have fun. Like while others fight over who puts on a dress in a pair as if it's somehow would hurt their masculinity or smth, he's rocking red-riding hood costume, proudly letting Kuroko be his wolf haha. He's putting idiots in place by playing a simple rock paper scissors game, being a fox and winking his bf at the same time. He's.. perfect. And he's also like a man, not a boy, which is also very rare. I mean his state of mind, not the fact that he's been through a lot, it's seen in some silly things; it's hard to explain, but I think some would get what I mean :)

Would've never guessed actually just how loving he is, but I knew there had to be a reason as to why GOM respected and loved him so much and why his team's biggest scare was about him hurting yourself. I at first tbh thought it was more like a power thing, not the fact that they truly adore him. But then turned out that he's like the sweetheart that all of his neibourhood adores and then with all the sweet things he casually does, I was like "omfg you cannot be serious". So he's for sure my fav in KNB yes. What's not to love? xD

Kuroko I love too for other reasons. That's cause he's a sneaky little ass who pretends to be angelic (also my fav type) xD

[intothewickedwood]

Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 4x06 Family Business

My doggy Happi’s here to watch with me! Usually this time of the week she’s at my Nanna’s, so I’ll ask her what she thinks at the end. I remember watching the first seasons for the first time with her on my lap and she loved it!

Maybe I’m biased because I’ve only got into reading books recently but I can’t believe Belle’s mum risked her life for some freaking books! Just get out of there! You can always buy new books! Or go to a freaking library! And this is why I am not a Ravenclaw. Though, it is somehow my secondary house after Hufflepuff. 

Oh God, Belle’s risking her life for books too. Like mother, like daughter.

Oh snap! They’re here! I freaking told them, didn’t I!

Oh gosh. Poor Belle. 

Aww! Snow got to see Emma as a teen! I bet she watches those videos whenever she can. And now I have made myself sad.

So if there’s a North Woods, does that mean there’s more that one wood? I always thought there was only one.

Wait, David, you tore apart her house?!

Tehe. Now I’m imagining Ingrid driving an ice cream truck. 

I wonder why Ingrid waited for Elsa’s arrival till she revealed her true colours. 

Belle, are you sure you want to know every detail of something so traumatising?

Elsa: “there doesn’t seem to be anything on Arendelle here. Do you know where to look?” Belle: “No. I’m sorry. I’m really not that familiar with Arendelle or your sister.” Belle lol. You totally just gave yourself away. She didn’t even mention her sister there. That sounds super suspicious.

I love Anna. Have I mentioned I love Anna? Because I do.

That’s a pretty big ice cream truck. At least compared to the ones I’ve seen.

I swear that is the only time Emma and Robin ever talk to each other. 

Regina: “What now? Should we question the cow she gets her milk from?” Honestly, that’s probably a good idea, considering that this is OUAT and some cows can probably talk.

No way can his hook break a padlock!

Aww. Poor Elsa’s got tears in her eyes.

Oaken is significantly smaller here. They should have gone full on Hagrid special effects with him.

I’m burning up in this heat. My cooling mat is in the wash and I miss it. I highly recommend them, especially if you have a dog or cat. They’re super cool to sleep on too (see what I did there xD?)

I could really do with some nachos right now.

I like Regina’s lipstick.

Couldn’t Roland have at least tried true loves kiss with Marian? I mean, it wouldn’t have worked ‘cause it’s not her but it seems like the logical thing to do.

Why is Gold so desperate to make a deal with Ingrid? He even threatened her if she declined.

Time for Belle’s annual Disney Princess adventure! So far she’s been on one with Mulan, Ariel and now Anna. I may be forgetting someone!

Belle and Anna seemed to get along quite quickly. I think Anna just has one of those personalities.

Lol. Anna trying to climb a mountain and just falling straight away xD!

Why did Anna take the magic hat box with her on her journey?

Anna to Belle about Rumple: “I just pray you never cross paths with that twisted man.” Oh Anna, if only you knew.

I find it so sad that Emma and Ingrid couldn’t have just been a family. If only Ingrid had not forced her in front of a moving car. They could have been happy.

Can Grandpappy read minds?

You know, Belle reminds me quite a bit of Shona from Jeopardy. I like Shona best but they have similarities.

I want one of those stones! They’re so pretty!

Aww. Anna considers Belle her friend <3

It’s kinda awful that Ingrid’s parents erased the memory of their own daughters from every book, record and the people of Arendelle. I wonder if they erased the memory from themselves. Or hang on, wasn’t it Gerda who wanted their memory erased? Gerda, I have questions.

I love this scene with the mirror and Belle. I love the idea of a mirror like that. It’s really cool!

Omg Ingrid has atmokinesis too?! She can control the weather?! Or at least make it stormy. This woman is powerful!

Aaaaaah! Oh my God! Belle! Help Anna!!

Belle! For God’s sake!!

Belle! Hurry!!

Oh no! That was a big fall!

Woah. Mirror!Belle’s eyes are trippy as hell.

This mirror really picks at Belle’s insecurities. It really gets to the root of her character. I wish more characters faced the mirror. I’d have loved to have known what each one would say. Now I need to read this au. Prompt for anyone who finds that a fun concept!

Jesus Christ! She could have cut his throat! Good job he’s immortal!

Belle: “I should have never kept a secret from you, especially ‘cause I know you’d never keep one from me.” The irony lol.

So it was Belle who made the suggestion to summon Rumple in the first place.

I guess the mirror doesn’t work on Rumple.

Why did Rumple leave that cut on his neck? He can just heal it. Oh, wait! No he can’t! The Dark One dagger can hurt him! I forgot! So, it seems he can eventually heal from a wound inflicted by the dagger, so long as it’s not fatal. He just can’t heal it magically.

So, if Ingrid has no leverage, why exactly is Rumple so desperate to make a deal with her?

Anna needs to see a doctor after a fall like that!

Oh man, Ingrid was gonna be a family with Anna and Elsa. That hurts!

I don’t think Helga looks like Emma at all.

But the prophecy was never fulfilled. Emma never became Ingrid’s sister.

It’s actually pretty heartbreaking that Ingrid just wants sisters who accept and embrace her for who she is. She had that and she’s trying desperately to get that back but it can never be the same :’(.

And what did you think Happi? I’ll let her type: c in jigyhuklg get

Honestly, same Happs! I liked this Ep! Especially the Anna parts and the mirror part!

[mintchocolateleaves]

Emogust 2019 - 06.08: Dark AU // @sup-poki - surprisingly, it’s not as psychopathic as one would expect from me! xD

The party has reached its peak.

Arranged as such, Ran had invited every person in her contacts, which not to brag or anything, is a large fucking amount. She’d invited people from all walks of life. The dealers, the addicts, informants and thieves.

Everyone with something to gain, or equally, anyone with something to lose.

All those with a dark side lingering inside of them, those who will brighten the party with stories of the grotesque – psychopaths and sociopaths in the same room, charming one another and making life-long enemies.

Ah, it’s exciting, just thinking about it.

“It’s perfect,” Sonoko says behind her, looking at everyone interacting. Networking. Both her and Ran have been making rounds tonight, introducing each other to more criminals, seeing how things spider together, linking in ways she can’t imagine, “you’ve really outdone yourself this time, Ran.”

Ran smiles, it feels almost incomplete on her lips, fake.

But as the mistress of fake identities, it works for her. She’s stolen enough identities, forged documents for enough of the people here, that fake is the equivalent to real. Who knows, anymore?

“Yes,” she murmurs, glancing around at a sea of all those who will come to her one day, who already have. “We’re just missing someone.”

“Ah,” Sonoko says, clicking her tongues. The businesswomen claps her hands together, frown crinkling her forehead. Without her frown, she almost looks too innocent to be someone capable of swindling the rich out of their money through lapping schemes. “You throw a big party but you just want him to show up.”

Ran stifles the urge to tell her friend to shut up. Her cheeks must flush however, because Sonoko wears that smug smile she does whenever she guesses one of Ran’s thoughts correctly.

“Excuse you,” Ran says, “It just hurts my ego when those I invite, don’t RSVP. It’s only polite Sonoko.”

Sonoko raises an eyebrow, slowly lifts her chin up angling it behind her, towards the doors leading out to the patio outside. There, stood between plant pots and overarching flowering apricot trees, is her final guest.

She’s still not sure which of the names he’s given is his. She supposes with the amount of time he’s come to visit her, buying new passports and birth certificates, she probably never will, but she knows the aliases.

Ran gives Sonoko a sharp look, lets her lips form into a smile that’s a little more real, and heads out towards the corridor to great her guest.

“Kudo Shinichi,” she says, looking him up and down, appreciating the way his waist coat is tight enough to show his muscles. Beneath it, his shirt is rolled up to his sleeves, his hair almost windswept and pulled back with gel. “Or is it Edogawa Conan right now?”

She’d first met him as Shinichi, and so, he remains Shinichi even now in her head, but Ran always lets him choose who he’ll be with her that day.

“Who knows,” he says, glancing up and down to appreciate her attire as well. She can’t read his micro-expressions that well but Ran likes to think that he likes her clothing as much as she likes his. “It might even be Hirai Arthur today.”

Ran offers him her hand, waits for him to lift it, pressing his lips against the skin. Like always, his lips are soft, his breath tickling her skin.

Perhaps Sonoko was correct, she’d hosted the party in an attempt to see him again. The man hasn’t needed a new identity in a while. Meaning that he’s either found a new supplier, – doubtful – that he’s not been working and thus hasn’t needed another – knowing him, an impossibility – or that he’s been working too much and hasn’t felt the need yet.

One of these days, Ran will learn just exactly what it is that the man does.

“How have you been, Ran?”

He lifts his chin, glances up at her and Ran can feel her own heartbeat escalate in her chest. It’s a wonder how she ever manages to operate during their meetings, since he always seems to make her tachycardic.

“I’ve been well,” Ran says, and because he’s offered no identity, she decides on choosing between them for herself. “Business is blossoming like I’d expected, and now I get to celebrate. And you, Shinichi, you’ve not been caught yet?”

“The FBI have tried,” Shinichi says, straightening up and bridging the gap between them. It’s almost like they’re speaking in secrets with how close he is. “And the CIA, and well, of course, the Japanese secret police, but I do well for myself.”

“It’s a surprise you managed to make the party.”

“A party of yours?” His voice is like silk, smooth somehow, despite the roughness of his voice. “I can escape detection for a night with you.”

Satisfaction electrifies through her body, electrons sparking each synapse, warning them that she might be in serious danger of doing something stupid like swooning. Ran settles on raising her eyebrows, angling her chin so she can see him more clearly.

“It’s a shame then,” Ran says, “that this is a party and not a private invitation.”

Shinichi grins. He lets out a low laugh, the sound sending tingles down her spine and as she goes to step away, he tugs on her hand, hard enough that she falls back, and into his arms.

“Aw, you send everyone else handwritten invitations?”

“Technically, I didn’t send the invitation to you,” she says, “but rather, through a joint associate of ours.”

“Ah, Hattori,” – His lips twist for a second, fond but exasperated – “you’re not going to tell me I’m battling against him for your affections, are you?”

“You battle against no one but yourself,” Ran sighs. And then, “I mean, who do I love more, hmm? Conan, Arthur, or Shinichi?”

“Does it matter?”

Ran takes a moment to think, pushing out from Shinichi’s hold and tapping a finger against her cheek. The wind ruffles the bottom of her dress, cool against her legs.

She says, “somewhat. I do like to know the name of the men I show interest in.”

“So, you admit there’s interest?”

The nerve. Ran shouldn’t get defensive, but she crosses her arms regardless, turning away from him.

“Less romantic and more like in the sense of a bank’s interest.” She says, “but if you can get rid of that awful unwanted company again, then maybe you could have a private invitation.”

“Handwritten?”

Ran squints, her expression dry. “I suppose that could be arranged.”

“An invitation for purely a business meeting,” Shinichi says, leaning forward, impeding on her personal space. Not unwanted, Ran finds herself leaning further into him.

“A business proposition,” Ran says.

“Can we leave the business at the door?”

“Among other things, maybe.” She pushes back, offers a wink. “But I think that all depends on if you can escape your tail, Shinichi. If not, then the deals off.”

Shinichi waits, for a moment, he frowns. It’s a minute thing, flickering momentarily into a smile as he says, “there’s a deal here? If I get the invitation, what do you get.”

Ran lets her lips part, the rouge of her lipstick bright against her skin and flashy enough to draw his attention. Shinichi’s eyes flicker down, and she lets out a small breath, before shrugging her shoulders.

“We’ll see,” she says. Although she already knows the answer.

Ran will get want she wants from him. Whatever resides in him, whatever catches her fancy, will be hers. His secrets, his attention, his identity.

And when that isn’t enough, she’ll have the rest of him too.

[gaasaku-fanfests]

Misfits (part 1 &2)

Title: Misfits Author: clem-chan Rating: T Word Count: 27 388 Summary: Marrying a CEO in the midst of a romantic scandal to pay for med school is not the happy ending Sakura imagined for herself. The arrangement that started as constant bickering soon becomes so much more... If only her husband was hers to fall in love with. GaaSaku. Modern!AU Warnings: There is a light make-out session hence the T rating. There's also mention of child abuse and childhood trauma. Minor ships: light KankuKiba, very light ShikaTema, mention of NejiTen.

Author's Note(s): Two little things to mention: First, I wanted to keep this accessible to all, so I have cut out more raunchy scenes which will be posted in the AO3 version of this fic soon. Second, I have this headcannon where Gaara and Sakura are just two misfits. :P So, that's what this story is about: two misfits forced together. XD Hope you enjoy it! ^_^

Trope: Arranged Marriage 

. [warnings are for overall fanfic, not individual parts.]

PART 1

Gaara Sabaku focused on the clock over her grandmother's office.

It throbbed. Time passed. He ignored everything else.  

In his peripheral vision, his grandmother's mouth was blurry, her lipstick stretched, a floating cloud of red, as she shouted at him. His hand closed around his wrist watch, and he narrowed his eyes at the little hand moving slowly on the wall.

In 15 minutes, he would excuse himself to his meeting with new investors.

In one hour, it would be time to prepare for his interview: make-up, change of clothes, a microphone clipped to his tie.

In one hour twenty minutes, he would be on air answering questions about his recent acquisition of a dying familial company. What were his plans to revive it? He had prepared a stiff answer outlining five main business strategies.

"Are you listening, Gaara?" Chiyo Sabaku snapped and slapped the newspaper on the table in front of him.

Slowly, Gaara turned his head toward her, his pale eyes reluctantly glancing away from the clock. His grandmother's cheeks were rosy, her neat beige suit uneven across her shoulders from her gesturing. His brother, Kankuro, cleared his throat and nudged his thigh, widening his eyes at him. Gaara blinked back at him, until Kankuro mouthed: "answer her."

"Yes," Gaara replied, and Kankuro nudged him again. "Yes, I'm listening, obaasan."

Chiyo glared at him, breathing sharply from her nose. She pulled at her suit jacket sharply rearranging it over her small frame. Stiffly, she walked back to her desk and sat down, surveying her two grandsons with a twisted mouth. The title of director of the hospital gleamed in front of her as she laced her fingers together.

"Well, let's discuss how we will fix this."

"It's not that bad, obaasan, I mean..." Kankuro drawled out and he reached over the table to spin the newspaper toward him. "We can only see his hand on her back, and... Well, good for you little bro. That's clearly some tongue action."

Gaara grunted.

"Shut up, Kankuro," Temari said icily.

She hadn't moved the window since Gaara and Kankuro had arrived. She stood still, her arms crossed over her chest, her back rigid, her face only a shadowy profile.

"Well, obviously, you're all blaming me," Kankuro said dryly, "but I didn't know he would lose his tongue and hands along the way when I asked him to pick me up."

Temari turned toward them, her eyes narrowed at Gaara.

"You should have called me," she snapped.

"You were with that lazy bum of yours," Gaara shrugged, and he glanced back at the clock.  

"Why you little..."

Temari walked promptly toward her brothers and grabbed the newspaper. She hit her brothers' heads with it rolled tightly. Gaara and Kankuro grimaced, trying to cover their heads.

"OI! CALM DOWN!"

"Temari..."

"Enough!" Chiyo shouted with her palms raised.

She sighed and massaged her temples.

Temari hissed insults at her brothers before taking her place by the window. Her body stiffened in an angry cold posture. Her golden skin shimmered in the high sun, her teal eyes piercing through them.

Kankuro tsk-ed his fingers combing through his hair.

"If this is how you react whenever we mention that-" he started sardonically.

"I said enough!" Chiyo repeated with a tired voice.

Her chair spun toward her degrees and prizes hung across her wall. She had built the hospital from the ground, just as Gaara had built his company from the gaping hole of his father's dishonour. She sighed.

"Gaara, bring out your girlfriend into the spotlight and we say it was her."

Gaara shifted in his seat.

"She broke it off with me," he said dully, his eyes following the new turn of the little hand on his grandmother's clock.

Soon. Soon.

Kankuro swore under his breath and he glanced curiously at his little brother.

His face was expressionless, but his jaw was clenched. Like when he was lying. Kankuro closed his eyes, grimacing, praying Temari wouldn't notice.

Chiyo clicked her tongue, her brows furrowed.

"You should have told us. There's this scandal, and the chairman's elections are two months away... oh, dear me. Why did you buy off this little useless company, huh? Do you think you can afford to make mistakes right now?" her voice boomed, and Gaara shifted again in his seat. "The board of directors are already angry with you, and now this!" Chiyo slapped the picture with a disdainful hand heavy with jewelry. "I think it's time we consider arrangements," she concluded bluntly.  

Kankuro picked at the leather of the armrest, glancing sideways at Gaara. His little brother didn't react, his eyes drawn again and again to the clock.

In eight minutes, he would excuse himself to his meeting with his investors...

"You're not arranging his life, obaasan," Temari said breathlessly, and Kankuro looked over his shoulder at her.

She was biting her lip, her face pale, her dark lipstick slightly smudged. They were the elders, but somehow Gaara had carried the family crest alone ever since he was a child.

"He doesn't have a choice!" Chiyo shook her finger at them. "Caught kissing, like a teenager. Tsk, you don't think investors will turn away from him now? Unmarried, and unable to provide a clean image of a serious reliable man… This family is nobility." her voice was shrill, and the siblings all bowed their heads, flinching. At their father's funeral, the few who did show up said: 'This family was nobility. What a shame. Poor children, they'll grow with nothing but disgrace.'

"We can't afford the scandal. We bury it with a real marriage announcement and call this his wife."

"Obaasan, please! He's still young!" Temari protested, but Gaara stood up buttoning back his suit jacket.

"I'm not a child anymore, Tem," he said and smoothed the wrinkles, readjusted his tie. "I appreciate the concern, but she's right. Arrange it, obaasan, pick someone who needs my protection, fame and money."

"But..." Chiyo faltered, now standing up too. "We should consider the noble families..."

"No," Gaara said coldly, the corner of his mouth twitching. "This is how I want it. Now, if you would excuse me, I have a meeting with my investors."

-X-

Sakura Haruno waited, tensed muscles that snapped and spasmed. Her bun was too tight at the base of her nape. Her clothes felt like irritating wool against her skin, rubbing her raw. And always the thinning grating voice: 'you don't belong here.'

The waiting in front of the director's office was empty, pale grey armchairs were spread across the room, small tables by their right side. It was airy and elegant, and Sakura wished she had removed the hot pink nail polish half-chewed away. Or chosen a softer colour that could blend with the room. A neutral colour. An expensive manicure she couldn't afford.

Sakura winced and reached for the glass of water the secretary had placed to her right.

She had buried the letter of summon in her purse, but the words still spun in her head, the numbers wailing, harassing her above all. Her mind was loud, divided, despite the calm and serenity of the waiting room.

She had arrived 30 minutes early for her appointment with the director of the hospital, and she wished time would stop, so she could finally have enough time to breathe. Come up with the money. Pay off her crushing debts.

Biting her below lip, Sakura rubbed her hands on her thighs smoothing again her dark skirt. Her nails dug into her thigh when her leg started shaking. She tried to straighten her back, her fingers jerking to quell the urge to nibble on her thumb. Her back still in a rigid position, Sakura craned her beck to look at the secretary half-hidden behind the tall reception desk.

The door of the director's office opened briskly.  

Sakura sprung to her feet, clutching her purse, her eyes widened in surprise.

A young man in a suit emerged, his eyes on his wrist watch. His red hair was unruly, but the rest of his appearance was calculated, from the colour of his tie to the one of his pocket square in his breast pocket. A woman and a man hurried after him.

"You can't possibly agree to this," the woman shouted, and her heels clicked rapidly, loud.

Her blond sandy spilled across her neck, slipping out of hair ties as she shook her head. She put her hand on the man's arm as if to stop him or comfort him, but he didn't seem to notice. The other man trailed behind his hands deep in his pocket, his steps reluctant, his dark eyes drifting across the familiar touch, as if he were a stranger.

Sakura felt herself blush at the loudness of the woman's voice, her partner's indifference and the other man's uncomfortable silence.

"Hn, this is final," Sakura heard the red-haired man replied in a dull voice, as they brushed by her.

Sakura bowed quickly.

The secretary stepped close to her, her hands delicately joined in front of her in a gesture of respect.

"Director Sabaku will see you now, Haruno-san."

Sakura startled, tearing her glance away from the trio waiting sullenly by the elevators. She cleared her throat readjusting her purse strapped over her shoulder.

"Thank you," Sakura smiled and bowed her head.

Sakura's fists shook as she followed the secretary. She squared her shoulders. She straightened her back, smoothing distractedly her skirt one last time. She had dressed up in her best clothes. There ought to be a way out.

You don't belong here.

If your tuition is not paid in its fullest by next Friday...

The director's face was drawn, carved by wrinkles that jerked. Her usual warm brown eyes bored through her. Sakura bowed stiffly, her hands growing cold.

"Sakura, sit."

Sakura sat down slowly in the closest armchair, smoothing her skirt under her. She cleared her throat when the silence between them stretched, and all she could hear was the ticking of the clock above the director's office.

"How are you, Chiyo-sama?"

"Enough with the niceties and the small talk," Chiyo snapped and stood up abruptly. "I want you to tell me what happened."

She paced, her mouth quivering with mumbling to herself.

"The school-"

"The school didn't send me anything other than this ridiculous letter stating you're to be kicked out of the faculty, and your student visa cancelled."

"I didn't get a scholarship for next year," Sakura said quietly with a forced smile. She squared her shoulders. Again. Rigid back. She was uncomfortable. Maybe she was even delusional about becoming a doctor in a strange land.

She had lived one day at a time, counting and recounting coin. There was nothing left to count now.

"I'll find the money another way. It's just the delay..."

"You have a student visa, Sakura," Chiyo interrupted her frowning at the letter in front of her. "At the end of this semester if you're not enrolled at the university, you have to go back home. There's nothing I can do."

"I'll find the money, Chiyo-sama," Sakura injected more firmness, more confidence in her voice. "If you could just plead with the board of directors..."

Chiyo threw her reading glasses on the desk and leaned back in her chair. Sakura snapped her mouth shut. She had never noticed how small and frail the director looked, half swallowed by an armchair and her title. Her head bobbed back against the headrest of her armchair, and she moaned.

Chiyo bent over swiftly, her arms back on her desk, her fingers laced together.

She filled the room once more.

"I'm sorry, Sakura. I'm being harsh with you because of my grandson," she clicked her tongue and shook her head. "He caused me quite the headache this morning."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Chiyo-sama."

The director cocked her head to the side, her glance piercing. Sakura blushed under her scrutiny, her hands curling swiftly to hide her hot pink nails.

"Sakura… Are you in a relationship with anyone?"

Sakura blinked, surprised by the gentle tone.

"No," she laughed nervously, glancing away as her face burnt. "I only have time for my hospital shifts and studying."

"Any family back in Konoha?"

She shook her head.

Director Chiyo leaned back on her arm, knocking her knuckles on her desk. She still watched her intently. Sakura shifted in her seat, involuntary, limbs folding back uncomfortably on themselves. She was small, a small girl in a big room. In a big world.

"I'll make sure you have all the money you could ever dream on. You can finish your studies, be the doctor we both know you can be."

"Chiyo-sama!" Sakura gasped.

Chiyo held up a finger.

"If you marry my grandson."

"What?" Sakura stammered, colours draining from her face.

"He's a CEO who has made one too many mistakes lately. He needs someone like you to appear next to him and improve his image. You make sure he looks like a good reliable man, and I make sure you finish your studies."

"Chiyo-sama… I…"

"I'm not going to lie," she interrupted and her chair rolled toward the wall behind her where her whole life was displayed. "He was caught on camera kissing a lady. I'll spin this around for the family honour; this was you and, he's married to you."

"I can't get married," Sakura said dully in her native language.

Chiyo turned her chair back toward her, her brows furrowed.

"Now, you listen to me: don't throw your future away. You have nothing." she waved her hand in front of her and Sakura blanched, wondering if she would ever look like she belonged. "You're smart, but you have no family crest, no money, no family. You could have everything, if you say yes. How do you think I got to sit on this chair, huh? You think, I said no to using a man's title or influence? If a woman isn't ruthless about what she wants, she never reaches her full potential." Her featured softened. "Just meet him, first, and then decide."

"I'm running out of time… If by next Friday..." Sakura muttered, frozen into place.

"Well," Chiyo said with plucked lips. "I suggest you meet him and decide quickly."

-X-

Gaara Sabaku, his name infiltrated her thoughts as Sakura lay in the darkness.

Director Sabaku had written his name neatly above his phone number on a piece of paper with the hospital's header.

"Think about it," the director had repeated when she had walked her out of her office. "Think about it." Her glance had cut through her.

As always, Sakura's mind was divided, two clear pieces that fought ruthlessly against one another: she couldn't do this. She would do this. There was the meek girl, terrified, crushed by loneliness, that trailed after the woman she had become. Squared shoulders, no glance back to the past, she reminded herself sternly.

Sakura rubbed her temples.

She had received a second eviction notice. It was now Tuesday and the passing time was now rushed, leaving her chasing behind a dream breathless. She needed money.

She needed to belong here. As a doctor. As anything else than the meek girl with the big forehead and giant dreams who was bullied.

Sakura rolled and tossed in her bed, her sheets tangled around her, then kicked off her bed, pooling on the floor. She groaned and rubbed at her face, sitting up. She moved her hands away from her face and glanced at her ring finger. Her hands trembled.

She couldn't do this.

She would do this.

As a doctor, Sakura couldn't afford trembling hands.

Sakura bent over her bed on all fours to pick up the bed sheets from the floor. She wrapped them around her, lying back on the bed. She unlocked her phone, biting her lip as she typed his name in a search engine. She scrolled down her heart throbbing, her breath caught painfully in her throat. The majority of headlines showed him in a blurry photo half-turned away from the camera. His head was bent over a petite woman, his eyes closed. From the woman, she could only see a shadowy figure wrapped in a long coat, a delicate hand cupping his cheek.

Could this be me? Sakura wondered involuntarily.

She didn't sleep.

She stared at the ceiling.

She stared at her ringless hand.

She stared at her medical textbooks, the eviction notice placed on top of it, the letter from the university about her tuition folded next to the pile.

Could she be that ruthless about her future?

Yes.

***

PART 2

For their meeting, Sakura had chosen a busy coffee shop near the hospital.

Her leg bounced and she bit at her thumb.

Sabaku Gaara walked it at 10 o'clock sharp, and Sakura instantly recognized him as the young man who had dashed out of Chiyo-sama's office before her appointment. His deep red hair was as unruly, locks falling across his forehead, and over his pale eyes.

She stood up on shaky legs. Square your shoulders. Straighten your back. Chin up, she urged herself, but his appearance had knocked the wind out of her, leaving her unstable. It was the intensity of his sunken stare, the fatigue etched in his features, the way he wore a designer's suit, and people stared at him. Some recognized him, and a hushing uncomfortable silence fell over the coffee shop.

"Are you Sakura?" His voice was low, deep. Bored.

"Yes, nice to meet you, Gaara-sama," she bowed, and he merely sat down, unbuttoning his suit jacket with a precise flick of his wrist.

He looked at his watch.

'Rude,' she thought, annoyed. He hadn't even used a suffix for her name.

Sakura sat back down slowly, her lips pinched. She reached for her cup before remembering it was empty. He watched her with unsettling eyes. She pretended to drink, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her eyes darted to the pieces of red ink on his forehead, half-hidden by his hair. 'Oh dear god, is this really a CEO?'

"This is unbelievably awkward," Sakura said nervously to fill the lapsing silence, "and not just because you go around kissing mysterious women."

"Dancer," Gaara said, and betrayed nothing. "She was a dancer, and I was quite drunk."

"You mean a stripper?" Sakura blushed.

Gaara raised an eyebrow at her.

Sakura gulped, her hand playing again with the empty cup. He followed her gestures with indifference, immobile, immutable. He was a man in a shield.

"Do you want some coffee, Gaara-sama?"

"I don't have much time," he replied stiffly, and he closed his mouth abruptly. "I apologize. My brother told me not to say that."

Sakura cleared her throat. 'What a weirdo...' she thought.

"Alright, I'll go straight to the point: If we do this, we need a contract," Sakura said thickly.

"A contract?" His head tilted slightly. "Other than a notarized marriage contract?"

"Yes, I marry you under some conditions."

Gaara nodded sharply, and gestured for her to go on before glancing at his watch.

"Have you drafted this contract?"

Sakura reached for her purse and rummaged inside. She heard him shift in his seat, and she wondered if he only moved, only betrayed things when no one was looking. She finally pulled out a crumbled piece of paper. She smoothed it over, her tongue poking out between her lips.

Gaara shifted in his seat again, his lips pinched, his brow twitching.

"Isn't this a medical assessment form?" he pointed at the header. "Does my grandmother know this is how you use the hospital's supplies?"

Sakura cleared her throat, her face flushed, and began to read: "Number one, I won't do the pageant wife thing. I work at the hospital. I'll show up next to you when I can, not when you need me to. If I'm working, I'm working."

Sakura paused looking up at him. He still stared at the piece of paper, his lips thin and his jaw set.

"Do you have any questions or…"

"I'm waiting for you to finish," he replied coldly, and he tapped on his wristwatch with one index while his stare remained on her.

Sakura tensed, uncomfortably jerking back in her seat. Squared shoulders. Straight back. Chin up.

"Number two, you touch me without consent, I saw your head off."

"I don't think you can include threats in a legally binding contract. Try to reformulate the sentence accordingly."

He was unshakable.

He was the voice in her head telling her she didn't belong.

"Number three," she pushed on, and her words rubbed her raw. "I won't be your housekeeper or your cook."

His lips curled back in disgust, he designated her contract vaguely.

"I'm certain housekeeping is not a possibility for you."

"Number four," Sakura snapped raising her voice above his. Her heart pounded. She would be heard. And she would not bow if he weren't going to bow back to her. Squared shoulders, straight back, chin up. "You pay for my tuition in full, and you give me the same amount as my scholarship per year until I'm done with school. Then, I become a doctor and I pay you back."

"Hn." Gaara neatly pushed his suit jacket aside and took out a business card from his inner pocket. "Here."

Sakura blinked at the card and took it with both hands. Inwardly, she kicked herself. There she was again being formal to a rude man without manners.

"What's that?"

"The email of my executive assistant," Gaara said and stood up, his eyes on his watch. "I'm not signing anything that isn't typed out on an acceptable piece of paper, and reviewed by my legal team."

Gaara buttoned back his jacket suit and readjusted his cuffs with precise movements. His movements ticked like a clock, a unhurried precise rhythm.

"You're leaving?" Sakura stammered and in spite of herself, she stood up too, the card shaking, wrinkling in her grasp.

"Yes, we're done, aren't we?" Gaara looked at her sharply.

"What about you?" Sakura frowned. "Don't you want anything? You're just..." she flinched under his cold stare. "You're just alright with marrying me?"

"I need this marriage. You also need it. What more is there to discuss?" Gaara said with disinterest and glanced once more at his watch. "My assistant will send you the non-disclosure agreement."

"Hey!" she called after him, half-sitting back on her chair.

Gaara turned back toward her.  

"What is it?" he asked calmly, but his mouth twisted with impatience.

She licked her lip, her fists tightening by her sides. Squared shoulders, straight back, chin up.

"I think I'll add a STD test as Number five."

-X-

The camera wobbled, then settled showing Tenten sitting in her kitchen. She propped a piece of cookie in her mouth, her eyes narrowed at the screen. She munched slowly, brushing off crumbs from her lips with long fingers in the same absent-minded manner.

"He's hot," Tenten said simply, scrolling down the official pictures of Gaara. "Not hotter than Neji, but still hot."

In her own corner of the screen, Ino snorted, and pushed her thick hair back in a gesture that was so familiar, Sakura's heart lurched.

She missed home.

She missed her friends.

Sakura smiled wider, her face, her heart aching, as she nodded and nodded. And smiled and smiled. He wasn't her happy ending, but being a doctor was.  

"Are you absolutely sure about this?" Ino asked again, her blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "What do we know about this guy? Maybe he's a serial killer."

The webcam gave her usual intimidating glance a grainy quality. If she were here, she would know immediately know how Sakura was feeling. She would toss her hair and talk and talk until Sakura cracked. Until she followed what she said as she always did. Tenten would hum to herself and pile up ice cream on the table, carelessly handing them spoons, to shut up Ino, and to comfort Sakura.

"Hmmm... Sakura can take him, right, Pinkie?" Tenten asked.

Sakura nodded again, and she moved her computer, so her face would blur momentarily.

"But, there's still an issue," Tenten added her mouth full. She licked the chocolate off her fingers. "You don't even know if he's a real ginger."

Ino wrinkled her nose, and Sakura laughed, a fake nervous laugh that was high-pitched, deformed by the microphone of her laptop.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Ino asked.

"Okay, I'll be crass: you haven't seen his dick, and whether it's acceptable."

"Tenten," a muffled voice said sharply with a hint of amusement.

"Jesus, Ten," Ino giggled.

"Oh god," Sakura gaped.

Shakily, she passed a hand over her forehead.

"What? Act all puritan if you want, y'all, but I've never seen any of you buy clothes without trying them out first. That includes you, Neji," Tenten yelled, her eyes shifting beyond the camera. "So, you should... you know, try him out first."

"I can't believe you're already married, you clown," Ino huffed, speaking at Tenten. "She can't just ask him to audition for her husband's position!"

"Yeah, well, I'm not surprised you aren't married. Neji's friends I have introduced to you were boring." Tenten turned her head away from the camera. "Love, do you have any non-boring friends for Ino?"

"I'm not getting involved in this," a man's voice answered. "Tell Sakura congratulations on her engagement."

"Neji said you should definitely find out if he's real a ginger," Tenten turned back toward the camera and winked, despite her husband protesting in the background.

"Oi, Sakura, does Gaara have a brother?" Ino asked and fluttered her eyelashes at her.

"I'm hanging up!" Sakura shouted as it was their ritual.

"Also, what are you going to do with your hair and that forehead for your wedding?"

"Shut up, Pig!"

"Bye, you guys!" Tenten said serenely.

Sakura logged off and ran a tired hand in her hair.

In two days, she would be married.

In two days, her debts would be paid off.

She reached across her laptop for her phone. She massaged the back of her neck, leaning back on her chair.

"It'll be alright. I'll become a doctor," she said to herself, with the same firmness Director Sabaku had employed with her.

-X-

There was no ceremony, no aisle or flowers.

Her wedding was cold, surgical, the atmosphere oppressive, the notary's office crammed with paperwork.

Gaara and Sakura sat in front of notary Shikamaru Nara as he drawled out the marriage contract, stopping occasionally to yawn. Behind their chairs, Gaara's siblings stood guard with his grandmother and a man who had introduced himself as Kiba Inuzuka.

They towered over her, reducing her to a spectacle.

"Do you, Sakura Haruno, accept to take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?" Shikamaru asked and his eyes gleamed, sharp, contrasting with his slow lingering movements as he pushed the contract in front of her. He held up a pen for her.

She couldn't do this.

Sakura glanced back at Chiyo-sama, and the old woman nodded stiffly at her. Sakura hadn't noticed the white flower pinned to her old-fashioned suit before.

She would do this.

"Yes," she said and her voice crumbled, stumbled over the word.

She took the pen and scribbled her signature at the bottom of the page. She held the pen to Gaara and took it from her with touching her.

"And do you, Gaara Sabaku, accept to take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?"

Before he had finished his question, he signed, the movements of his wrist stiff and quick.

"Yes, are we done here?"

"Gaara!" Kankuro hissed, and he swatted the back of his head. "I did not bring champagne for nothing."

"Yes, you did," Gaara replied, unfazed, and he stood up, glancing at his watch. "I have a fundraiser that starts soon."

Nimbly, Gaara buttoned back his jacket, ignoring his family.

"For crying out loud!" Kankuro swore, and turned toward his sister. "Tem... Stop ogling your boyfriend, and stop him."

"The fundraiser is important for his image right now," Temari narrowed her eyes at Kankuro before reaching over the desk to readjust Shikamaru's tie.

"Tema..." Shikamaru smiled and squeezed her hand.

"Could you just be careful about your tie?" She whispered at him, with softening features.

"Holy fuck, isn't this just great?" Kankuro rolled his eyes, and Kiba touched his shoulder, grimacing. "My sister is being groped, and my brother is being a dick."

"Watch your tongue, you punk!" Temari hissed.

"How about he watches his hands?" Kankuro shot back, glowering at Shikamaru.

Sakura flinched, her eyes wildly drifting across the building tension in the room; Kankuro and Temari's faces flushed angrily, Kiba and Shikamaru wincing, shifting from one foot to the other, seemingly used to their arguments.

Gaara surveyed his siblings, his face expressionless.

"I'm leaving now," he announced coldly.  

"You're not leaving before the rings, Gaara!" Chiyo-sama snapped and the siblings flinched at her thundering voice, reacting as one.

They widened their eyes, and Kankuro stepped in front of his boyfriend, throwing out his arm in front of him in reflex, Temari digging her nails in Shikamaru's hand. Something dark shifted Gaara's features, his eyes ferociously gleaming.

Sakura flinched away from them.

Then, the tension was gone, they moved again, apart, bickering in whispers, as if they had never been frightened.

Gaara approached her again and handed her a diamond ring, his face emotionless. It was an elaborate ring made of twisted bands grouped as one and incrusted with diamonds.

Sakura reached for the ring, smiling thinly, and her heart throbbed painfully.

She put on her own ring.

"Let my assistant know if it doesn't fit."

Gaara walked away without another word, his head bent over his watch.

Sakura held back her tears, already exhausted. She gripped her purse, her arms crossed over herself. She held on herself, full of emotions boiling, swirling, wanting to break free. The back of her throat hurt, her mouth quivered.

She would not cry in front of them.  

"Where are you going?"

Temari stepped in front of her, blocking the passage to the door. Sakura recoiled at her boisterous nature.

"I have a shift at the hospital," she replied thinly.

"I'll drive you."

"It's not necessary-" she protested weakly, fumbling for an excuse, anything, that would allow her to break free from her.

"Maybe Kiba and I should do that? We're just much better company," Kankuro interjected, and again Sakura felt she wasn't really there, a part of this moment. She was the pawn between a tugging war led by Gaara's family. Uneasily, Sakura looked past them, but Gaara was already gone.

"No, it should be me," Temari said icily and she brushed by Kankuro, gripping Sakura's wrist. "Come on."

He gave her a small smile, shaking the bottle of champagne.

"Welcome to the family, little sis," he said, and his face grew cold, in an instant.

Kankuro dropped the bottle on Shikamaru's desk, startling him. He snarled at him.

"Enjoy, lazy bum."

Temari walked with big strides, Sakura, shocked, staring at the diamonds gleaming on her finger. Her insides were knotted together. She passed a moist hand on her forehead. Did she truly say 'yes' to a stranger?

"Get in," Temari ordered, and she snapped her fingers at her driver.

The driver ran around the car once Temari had disappeared inside the car, and opened the door for Sakura.

Silently, he closed the door after her.

Sakura's hands involuntarily caressed the leather of the limousine's interior, her eyes widened.

The engine purred gently, and they moved.

Temari's fingers tapped on the armrest, her teal eyes narrowed at her, her face pale, stony.

"I wanted to have a little chat with you since you are now family," Sakura's small smile faltered as Temari's face quivered in repressed disdain. "Image is everything for this family. Get a haircut, better clothes, make-up you can't buy at the pharmacy."

"You disapprove of me," Sakura breathed out, and her nails sank into her arms.

Her body shook. She wanted to lie down and poured out her pain, her anger, her fear. She felt weak, at the hands of these strangers.

"Your image is unflattering to us, and frankly, I don't care about you," Temari answered brutally. "Gaara insisted on choosing someone who was beneath him, that's his choice, but good taste... It can't be acquired. Fifteen years from now you'll still be the girl from the gutter."

Sakura didn't reply, her mind bleeding, severed pieces afloat. One part of her wanted to scream and bash Temari's head in, the other part, wanted to cowered. She wanted to scream herself raw. She wanted to disappear. She knew she was nothing. She wasn't nothing. There was no harmony in her mind, only her mantra. Squared shoulders, straight back, chin up. She was fatally wounded, but she was a doctor.

So, she said nothing. Holding in her pain the same way she would have pressed against an open wound: until everything was numb.

The car slowed in front of the hospital.

Sakura grabbed the door handle.

"Don't," Temari snapped imperiously. "The driver opens the door."

Without hesitation, Sakura hurled the door open, and she heard Temari cursed under her breath.

She turned her head toward her, her eyes flashing with anger.

"I don't know whether you're really full of hate or if you truly love Gaara-sama that much to be talking to me like that..."

"I don't care what you think," Temari replied coldly.

Sakura slammed the door shut, and brushed by the stunned driver. He bowed his head stiffly.

During her shift, Sakura reimagined each aspect of her wedding until her lies were convincing and she could call her friends without her voice breaking.

There were flowers.

Chiyo-sama walked her down the aisle.

Gaara squeezed her hand when he put on her ring.

And her new family was lovely.

They were everything she could have ever hoped for.

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tell us about your character's tragic backstory or i will reveal all the naughty secrets found in padmé's hair (such as the unfortunate knowledge of the distinct smell palpatine has when leaning close to her)

Oh ew yuck xD

(Also ty Liz u da best!)

SO EVERYONE GETS TO HEAR ME YELL ABOUT MY LORGE ANGERY GORL!!!!!

So her name is Valera and she’s a really tall, buff, pale blue Zabrak with long white hair and dark grey eyes. She’s the tank of the group and I love her very muchly. She’s very awkward and short tempered and more than a bit rude with almost no verbal filter or social skills, so she skulks in the shadows. She doesn’t like people unless they’re little kids or her family, and she doesn’t do friends.

Valera’s backstory isn’t so much tragic as it is kinda really unlucky. So her parents run a bar on the lower levels of Coruscant (they have their own dramatic love story that I won’t get into rn lol) and her mother Sif was super strong in the Force but where she was born, the Jedi never found her so she’s just grown up being more than a little odd.

Sif’s twins, Valen and Valera are also Force Sensitive, but I’m breaking the Star Wars Twin Rules right here and saying that Valen was way more powerful, Force-wise than Valera was. So, since they’re on freakin’ Coruscant and way more noticeable, the Jedi come a’calling around the time the twins are three and realize that really only Valen’s strong enough to be a Jedi, but if his parents don’t want to separate their twins that’s cool. The parents are kinda heartbroken, but Sif knows Valen is even stronger than her and always kind of wished the Jedi could have found her and helped her when she was a girl, so she agrees to give Valen to the Order so they can train him while she’ll keep Valera because she’ll be able to handle helping her control things at that level.

Valera always remembers she had a twin, and her parents never shy away from the fact that her brother had to go to the Jedi because he needed “help”, and no, they don’t think he’s coming home, but they still love her just as much, so she only feels the tiniest bit jealous. Valera gets another pair of twin siblings when she’s five, neither Force Sensitive, and then another little brother when she’s nine, but unfortunately right after her younger brother is born, her mother passes away from a sudden illness (no she doesn’t die in childbirth she just gets sick and pregnancy doesn’t help it), and now Valera has to step up to be a mother to her younger siblings and ends up as the support for her grieving father.

She’s helping run the bar and grill by the time she’s eleven, but their neighborhood is getting seedier and seedier, and Valera knows that she has some special abilities because her mother told her, but she refuses to believe that she has legit Force powers because she’s talked herself into thinking that only Jedi have real Force powers and if she did have them, the Jedi would have taken her with her mystery brother away from her family, and she can’t leave her family now, they need her, so she can’t be Force Sensitive or the Jedi might find out and come back for her and make her work for them. No, Valera’s just Very Lucky, and maybe her luck can do some good after the bar gets robbed one night. She finds the nearest gang leader and joins up, quickly being put to use for her “luckiness” and natural speediness and strength. She’s fully sucked into gang life and gang wars by the time she’s a teenager, and she doesn’t enjoy it, not at all, but it keeps people away from her father’s bar and away from her younger siblings, and she gets money she can give to her family. She does some pretty nasty stuff too, but again she doesn’t care because her family comes first and the world is a suckish place anyway, why should she be nice? (Again, she won’t hurt kids tho. Call it a weakness.)

Everything changes when Valera turns 21 and the Clone Wars break out. Now while Valera was growing up and getting into trouble, Valen grows up a very skilled Padawan and new knight. Since he was so skilled, when the Clone Wars start like a month or two after his knighthood, he’s also given a general’s rank and a clone division at a young age. He’s not as young as Anakin and by no means as famous, not by a long shot, but he’s still good at his job so the name and face of Jedi General Knight Valen Flynt makes its way into the holos enough times that he’s recognizeable.

Valera knows him as her twin brother the instant. Tho Valen mostly lost the memories of his family once he reached the Temple and chose not to go looking for them because he’s also awkward at heart and doesn’t know if he wants to create a relationship with by that point strangers, Valera remembers him well. They definitely are twins, with both having the same skin shading, same hair color and approximate length, the same height, same eyes, same facial structure, hells, their names even sound alike. The man on the holos is absolutely her twin, and even tho she hasn’t seen him since they were literally three, she can’t help but love him because she’s always felt a connection there, and hey, he’s still family, right?

Unfortunately, given that Valera looks almost exactly like a Jedi General and has a similar name, that starts to bring trouble down on her family. People keep getting suspicious, even though they all try to push it off as a common Zabrak name and nah, Val really doesn’t look that much like him (Val cuts her hair, gets intricate tattoos, wears heavy makeup and changes her clothing style completely. She also beats whoever makes insinuations to hell and back. She’ll hold some love for Mystery Brother, but he still ignored their family for 18 years, he doesn’t get to suddenly pop up all over the news and drag her and their family name onto the targetboard, even if he doesn’t know he’s causing them all this trouble) and so on, but after a few violent altercations and false recognitions, Valera decides the best thing to do is leave Coruscant for her family’s safety. She sends her youngest brother who also looks like her and Valen and their mother off to work on an uncle’s smuggling ship far away in the Outer Rim where he can’t be hurt, trusts her late teen middle sibs to look after the bar with their father, luckily they both look like him, and with her deciding to take crime jobs off planet, she can probs get the heat off of them until the war ends and Jedi Valen Flynt fades back into relative obscurity.

Valera is 25 and visiting home for the first time in over a year when Order 66 happens. If she climbs high enough she can see the Temple she would always stare at to imagine her brother burn, she feels Valen disappear in the Force, she knows something happened, and when the new “Emperor” gets on the holos talking about how the Jedi were apparently traitors, Valera and her fam flat-out refuse to believe it. They may not have known Valen for very long at all, but they’re still family, dammit, and no one from their family would be evil, they just know it. Sif trusted Valen to the Order because she thought it would be best for him and Sif, their beautiful tragic mother, would NOT have done that if the Jedi were the bad guys, she would have known something was up.

So the new Empire is lying, what a surprise, none of them trusted or liked the Republic that much anyway, you can put lipstick on a pufferpig but it’ll still be a lying, power-hungry pufferpig. That means there must have been another reason the Empire killed all the Jedi, and Valera is afraid to find out what once she sees how scared the public who believes the lies gets, and how fast it turns on Force sensitives. She’s angry, even if she never much liked the Republic, her brother put his life on the line for you, and then your government killed him and you say he deserved it, how dare you? Anyway, Valera figures that as horrible as it is, it might be safe to stick closer to her family now that her brother is dead and not plastering his and her face all over the galaxy.

She doesn’t last a year before her old contacts start whispering about “evil Jedi spirits”, dark figures with red lightsabers who hunt down anyone who acts like a Jedi as revenge. Valera has a very strong Bad Feeling about those rumors and gets the hell out of Dodge before the Inquisitors can find her, and goes back to her spacer routine for the next almost twenty years, getting odd jobs around the galaxy, sending money to her father (all her siblings are grown at this point, but at least two are on Coruscant, and one’s stayed to help with the bar).

That’s how Val’s life is and one of those odd jobs is what ended her up on the current campaign’s Bespin heist!!!!

[cryptoriascollectiblog]

Monster High doll collecting Questionnaire - answered

Finally had time to take photos for this thing. Hope it’s worth the wait!

1) Introduce yourself and tell us how long you’ve been collecting Monster High dolls! Hey y’all! My name’s Tori and I’ve been collecting Monster High since I think...either the end of 2014 or early 2015. Before S5 of the webisodes aired. 

2) How many MH dolls do you have?

Can I just say “a lot” and leave it at that? I kid I kid. I have like 27 Monster High dolls. That may not seem like a lot but I swear I just had 13 like four dolls ago...fingers crossed I didn’t forget to count anyone. That’s a sign of too many dolls :’D I also have two vinyl MH figures (Frankie and Draculaura) and a Rock Candy Draculaura figure.

3) Is Monster High your favorite doll line? Why or why not? Yes. Yes it is. Forever and ever. Took me a little while to realize it but as I accumulated dolls I realized most of my passion for collecting (as well as creative inspiration) revolved almost entirely around Monster High. That line is perfect for me in every way: tied to/inspired by classic Monsters, bold and edgy gothic fashion, a unique art style...I can’t tell you how much I’ve evolved as a creative individual since embracing my love of Monster High.

4) Who’s your favorite MH ghoul? 

I wish Cupid had stuck around in MH a little longer. I would’ve loved an elaborate dress (and makeup) for her!

5) Favorite Manster? My favorite Manster is actually Andy Beast from Skull Shores. Since he never reappeared in more than background shots and Mattel never produced a doll of him I’ll go with this guy:

6) Do you own any dolls of your favorite ghoul and/or manster? How many? I own one Deuce doll, his Boo York doll. He came with Cleo and I love Boo York Cleo so I had to get both. I actually hate how the writing team handled Deuce and their relationship in the movie: as far as I’m concerned it isn’t canon. (He fell so far from Ghouls Rule! Definitely the best part of that movie including his friendship with Frankie.)

I own many Frankie and Draculaura dolls. Stay tuned for pics~

7) Do you own any playsets? If so which one(s)? If not, is there a reason?

I found this at a thrift store. It didn’t have any accessories though. Still, I’m glad I own it <3 Considering I photograph Draculaura more than any of my other dolls.  I do wish I had another playset--either the catacombs or the Deadlux high school: they’d make such great backdrops for photography! Sadly I have no space.

8) Of the original main ghouls (including Ghoulia, Spectra and Abbey) which is your favorite? Got any dolls of them?

TA~DA! I’d actually also love to add Ghouls Rule Frankie to my collection but she’s not an immediate must-have.

9) Favorite character with only one doll release?

I know there were technically two but they’re essentially the same doll so it doesn’t count.

10) Character with too many dolls (in your opinion?) Uh...Toralei honestly. I don’t like her, I’ve never liked her but she pops up a lot more than I expected. Is this so there’s a matching bully in some of these sets or is she that popular and I’m the odd one out?

11) Any character you would’ve liked to see in a doll line that didn’t make it? (i.e. Lagoona in Sweet Screams or Draculaura in Power Ghouls, etc) Apart from another C.A. Cupid doll in like Dawn of the Dance or Dot Dead Gorgeous (can you imagine??) I would’ve loved to see Draculaura in Freak du Chic. I’m aware she had a Scarnival doll but that’s not the same thing. I want a doll with a similar design to her circus mini. I also think adding Lagoona to the “Scarily Ever After” line would’ve been neat (a la Little Mermaid, of course.) I know we saw her as a Mermaid in Great Scarier Reef” but I would’ve loved to see one with a fairytale twist.

Also more Sweet Screams dolls. Best line ever <3

12) Any ideas you would’ve liked to see in a doll line? An eighties glam-rock n roll band stylized after Jem and the Holograms but with a gothic edge. I’m not talking Fierce Rockers, I mean all of the core ghouls (with Ghoulia as like the manager) along with a better-designed Clawdeen. I didn’t mind what we got but she wasn’t “outrageous” enough for me. 

Also a “vintage-themed” line as an homage to the ghouls’ famous parents (including Operetta.)

13) Is there a “grail” MH doll for you? If so do you own it? I feel like my grail dolls keep changing. For a long time it was Collector Draculaura, then OG draculaura, then Dawn of the Dance Draculaura...then Ghouls Rule Frankie and the whole Sweet Screams crew. I guess I can’t make up my mind ^^; Truthfully I have most of these now so I’m pretty content with my collection. I still want a couple older dolls (CLAWDEEN and maybe OG Lagoona) as I’ve said and I must have all the Sweet Screams dolls. Beyond that I’m good. 

14) Thoughts on the cancelled Ever After High crossover? Okay so I will be forever annoyed Mattel didn’t wait to reboot everything until after the crossover. That said what I saw in the storyboards and posts floating around didn’t really impress me. There’s so much potential here and I feel like Mattel took the easiest route possible with it. If you’re going to crossover these two lines a) go ALL out with the designs and b) INVOLVE C.A. CUPID. Plus we’ll never know now if Astra Nova is the blue fairy/her daughter.

15) Thoughts on the 2016 reboot faces?

Why Mattel. Why was this necessary. 

With Vampirina and now Super Monsters you really should’ve stuck with your older audience. Or saved the “Monster Family” line exclusively for said younger audience and just scaled down the original line to remind your older crowd, collectors included, why we love this line. 

Heck, at this point I’d be happy with detailed collector-only lines released on like Amazon. A limited line is better than no Monster High at all, especially if it’s highly detailed and exceptionally spooky.

16) Thoughts on the 2016 “Monster Family” line?

So I like the idea behind this line but loathe the articulation. I held off buying Alivia and Kelpie for a long time because I hoped for better quality with later releases. Whoops. All of this said there was potential here to attract a younger crowd exclusively with a brighter and less-articulated family line. Siblings or not they could’ve avoided directly crossing over by merely mentioning the OG ghouls, instead focusing on friendships and relationships with their parents. That’s what I’d have done at least.

17) How bout the SDCC exclusives? What was your favorite? Do you own any? No and I wish I did ;-; While I wasn’t as impressed with them as the Ever After High exclusives I would’ve loved a Hexiciah doll. He’s actually my favorite “manster.” (Heck! You could’ve incorporated him into the crossover, being as he’s half fairy!) I should check ebay...

18) How about Amazon exclusives? I have two! The amazing and unique Draculaura who as far as I’m concerned is the best MH doll ever released and Zomby Gaga. The others never impressed me or lived up to the same quality promised in the first exclusive. I just couldn’t pass up a Lady Gaga monster!

19) Favorite Frankie Stein doll?

Aaah this is tough. All the Frankies I own are my favorite ^^; Sweet Screams, Freaky Fusion, her classroom doll I turned into a fearleading one, and while I don’t own her original doll (mine is the 2014 release) I love that one two. I also like Wave 2 Frankie and as I said Ghouls Rule. (Honestly though I thiiiiink Sweet Screams is number one...which is funny because I did not want her when I first started collecting. For whatever reason I thought I’d be happy with one doll of each character. Again I say: whoops)

20) Favorite Draculaura doll?

21) Favorite Clawdeen Wolf doll? Freak du Chic, her OG doll and I think Boo York. I’m so mad her outfit isn’t more stylish. Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it to buy her and like one of her fashion packs...but that’s actually more expensive on Amazon than her original doll! 

22) Favorite Cleo de Nile doll?

Originally Dawn of the Dance wasn’t a favorite but now that I own the doll I realize just how much she stands out (why wasn’t purple lipstick used more often???)

23) Favorite Lagoona Blue doll? Skull Shores, her OG doll and I think Dawn of the Dance. I’m not a big fan of the mohawk but I appreciate the detail in her outfit...plus I love blue makeup.

24) Favorite Ghoulia Yelps doll?

 I also like Sweet Screams (although she’s my least favorite of the line) and Dawn of the Dance. Honestly maybe I should’ve set my sights on that whole line XD Except I’m not the biggest fan of the Clawdeen and Frankie.

25) Favorite Spectra Vondergeist doll? I’m not as familiar with Spectra’s dolls but I think either Dot Dead Goregeous or Ghouls Night Out.

26) Favorite Abbey Bombinable doll? Sweet Screams <3

27) Favorite Venus McFlytrapp doll? Zombie Shake

28) Favorite Rochelle Goyle doll? Zombie Shake

29) Favorite Operetta doll? Either or OG doll or Scaritage (the latter kind of reminds me of Lucille Ball for whatever reason)

30) Favorite Toralei Stripe doll? I’m really not a fan of her dolls (Orange is such a hard color to compliment correctly) but I do kind of like the stark design in her Fierce Rockers doll.

31) Favorite Jinafire Long doll? I’m not a big fan of her dolls either (I feel the same way about Green that I do Orange) so I’ll say her “New Scaremester” doll.

32) Favorite Skelita Calaveras doll? Scarnival! I’m still half-tempted to purchase this doll one day...provided I can find her!

33) Favorite Howleen Wolf doll? Her original doll. I wish she hadn’t switched to straight/pink hair! The orange stood out in a good way. Someday I hope I find her in a thrift store...

34) Favorite Twyla Bogeyman doll? Freak du Chic

35) What do you do with your dolls? (Display them, take photos of them, etc) I display them, sometimes change their poses and I take photos! I’m still an amateur at that but I’m learning as I go and I think I’ve improved!

36) Is Monster High the only doll line you collect? Why or why not? Sort of? It’s the only line I primarily collect now. I keep my eye on a couple others in case something catches my eye but like I said I’m low on space.  Some of my other collections include: Ever After High (complete with maybe the exception of TriCastleon Lizzie Hearts one day) Super Heroes (this also includes high quality collectibles. One day I’d like Mystique but she’s only available on ebay and out of my price range right now. Plus I’ve found the production condition of each varies...) Disney Princesses/Frozen (sometimes I tell myself I should get Mulan for varying reasons but I’ve only taken photos of my Elsa doll so what does that tell you) Vampirina + Hotel Transylvania (This includes toys as well. HT seems to have wrapped up for the time being and as I’ve stated numerous times I’m fickle with Vampirina merchandise. Nonetheless both of these are technically ongoing) Equestria Girls (Done unless Hasbro releases a new Adagio Dazzle doll. Also fashion packs or  a dAYDREAM SHIMMER DOLL COME ON--ahem-- I’m still planning to get rid of most of my older dolls.) I tried getting into Disney’s “Attractionistas” but only acquired two before they stopped selling in the parks. To be honest the quality dropped anyway and they’ve only got basic articulation. I’m not sure I’m going to keep the ones I have...we’ll see.

37) Do you still collect Monster High dolls? (i.e. scour the internet and/or secondhand stores?) Technically? I got three for Christmas and still poke my head in thrift stores now and then. For the most part though I’m essentially finished, I only say I keep going because there are a few older dolls I will definitely have someday.

38) There’s a lot of new Monster doll/toy lines out now: thoughts if any? H’okay so here’s the Earth--

jk jk I’m old XD

I make it a point to investigate new Monster lines: monsters are my life, nothing gives me greater creative fuel so it is my duty!

Right now there are technically three others out there although like I said, Hotel Transylvania seems to be out of stores. Don’t know if it’s still available on Amazon. The other two are Vampirina and Super Monsters. I’ve talked about them before--they’re largely for a much younger crowd, even younger than the MH reboot audience but there are some highlights for us older collectors if you love monsters as much as I do. I’m a big fan of world building and the spooky aesthetic: I love seeing how different franchises approach this. Character designs too: it can be a little tricky in the “family friendly monster” genre: a successful one balances spooky with well...friendly. I think Vampirina is most successful in this department. Super Monsters leans more towards the cutesy side.  That said, I actually prefer their world set up over Vampirina. As well as the approach to being a monster which isn’t surprising since Vampirina is essentially one giant whimsical metaphor. 

Super Monsters has only just joined the merchandise department which I know I’ve said before. I look forward to seeing how it evolves. Vampirina too: most of the toys, while cute, are more “toy” than doll and I’m not a big fan of gimmicks so I haven’t bought any of the singing dolls. Fingers crossed we get something a little more...elaborate? Even if it’s just a limited release (I do love the one figure/doll I have though! Best of the merchandise released so far <3)

Going back quickly to Hotel Transylvania...I maintain Jazware’s wasn’t the best choice of manufacturer. So many little things that needed a touch more thought. Although I will give them points for clothing quality and faceup!

39) And finally, what’s your favorite thing about Monster High? Can be past or present!

I think I’ve covered why I love it throughout this questionnaire: Monster High inspires me. It came into the world fresh and with a lot of creative power behind it. It turned so many heads and shook up the doll world as we know it. It brought monsters back into the light and that’s never gone away. If anything it’s blown up even more: that may not have happened without Monster High. Was the writing great? No. But the theme songs, the designs and especially the original lessons taught stood out on their own: Be yourself. Be unique. Be a monster.

Hell yeah, Monster High <3

[kprs4ever]

I don’t know if any of you knew this but I have a Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction series! My first story, Time for the Truth, is complete and the sequel, Time for Answers is brand new! I just posted Chapter 1 today! I made the covers myself too to give them a bit more life XD Here’s chapter 1 of Time for the Truth!

SPOILERS FROM SEASON 2 ARE IN BOTH THESE STORIES! WATCH ALL OF SEASON 2 BEFORE YOU READ THESE!

Chapter 1: Pick-ups and Lost Phones It was late in the afternoon in Paris, France. The sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Nobody could ask for a better, more brighter day to be out and about. Marinette was one of the lucky ones of the day. Today was Adrien's photoshoot. She was ecstatic. She waited for two weeks for this day to come. One whole day with Adrien was more than she could have ever imagined.

"Can you believe it, Tikki? A photoshoot! With Adrien! I can't believe this is happening!" Marinette said as she searched through her dresser, picking out an outfit for the special occasion. Clothes flew all over the room. Tikki floated next to her, dodging a purple shirt that nearly hit her.

"I'm so happy for you, Marinette! Maybe it's a good thing Adrien saw the photos of him in your room. Things happen for a reason, just like how there was a reason you became Ladybug." Tikki told her. Marinette smiled. She was very thankful to have a little floating companion like Tikki around. Tikki has been there for her through thick and thin. If it wasn't for her, she wouldn't know what to do with herself, especially around Adrien. She gave Marinette the confidence to be brave, even in the toughest of circumstances.

"I'm really shocked he didn't see me as a total creep after what he saw on TV the other week. He's so understanding..." She started zoning out, sighing. "Adrien..."

"Marinette?" Tikki tried to get her attention. "Marinette?" Marinette was still spacing out. Tikki lightly threw the purple shirt that almost hit her at Marinette's face. Marinette yelped. She was back down to earth. Marinette giggled, with the shirt still on her face. Tikki laughed with her.

"Sorry Tikki. Okay, gotta focus." She said as she began to go through her dresser again. "I just can't-" Marinette threw another shirt out from her dresser. "-find the right top!" She threw a giant pile out from the dresser drawers. She stopped and gasped. "Yes! This is it!" Marinette proclaimed as she held up a salmon color flowy top. "What do you think, Tikki?" She asked her.

"I love it, but why are you getting all fancy? It's a photoshoot, not a royal ball." Tikki chuckled.

"You don't understand. Adrien asked me to go with him to his photoshoot! The love of my life and the light of my heart! He never asks anyone that! This is basically a date! So I need to look my best!" Marinette explained. Tikki rose an eyebrow.

"But...he thinks you're a fan, not a crush. So it's not really a date, technically speaking." Tikki said. Marinette pondered what she just heard. She sighed.

"Maybe you're right. Still, doesn't hurt to try to impress him, you know?" Marinette told her. Tikki smiled at her.

"Well, you do have a point. Way to be positive!" Tikki responded, twirling in place. Suddenly the phone rang. Marinette's head jolted. She ran over to her daybed and picked up the phone. She looked at who was calling. She yelped, dropping the phone.

"Gah! It's Adrien! Uh...uh..." She said, running in place in a panic.

"Marinette! Answer it!" Tikki said as she picked up the phone with all the strength she could. Marinette grabbed it from her and pressed the answer button as she looked away, dreading what she was thinking she was going to say to him. She put the phone to her ear.

"Uh...hello biscuit...I MEAN THIS IS-" She stopped talking and coughed nervously, "This is...Marinette." She facepalmed as did Tikki.

"Uh...hey, Marinette. It's Adrien." Adrien responded. He was in the backseat of a black car with his bodyguard and photographer seated in the front. "I'm calling to let you know that we're on our way to pick you up."

"Wait, I thought that you were sending me the address so I could meet you there." Marinette said, confused.

"Well, that was the plan. I just thought that picking you up would be the more...well...gentlemanly thing to do." Adrien chuckled nervously. Marinette blinked in astonishment.

"Oh..." Marinette chuckled too, "Okay. Uhh...how far are you?" Marinette asked.

"We should be there in abooouuuttt-" Adrien leaned forward so he could see the GPS built into the car. "...3 minutes." Marinette screamed. Adrien jerked the phone away from his ear. The phone then hung up. Adrien stared at the phone in shock, then shrugged his shoulders. "Typical Marinette." He giggled.

"I haven't even brushed my hair! Ah, this can't be happening! Tikki help me! I'm going to die of embarrassment and have to live my life hidden from the world! Where's my hairbrush? WHERE IS MY HAIRBRUSH?!" Marinette screamed. Tikki flew over to her and lifted her right hand...holding the hairbrush.

"Marinette, relax. You look great. All you need to do is-" She stopped speaking once she noticed Marinette was pacing around, quickly getting ready. "Why do I even bother nowadays." Tikki laughed.

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3 minutes passed. The black car pulled up to the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie. Adrien stepped out of the car, closing the door behind him. He was wearing a black, long-sleeved, collared shirt with a navy blue bowtie, jeans, and black dress shoes. He opened the door to the bakery and walked in, seeing Marinette's parents standing there with trays of baked goods in their hands. They turned their heads, seeing him coming inside."Oh, hello Adrien! What a nice surprise!" Sabine said."Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng. How are you?" Adrien responded with a smile.

"We are doing fantastic. Say...nice outfit you have there. Maybe you can, as you kids say these days, 'hook me up' with one like that." Tom said before being elbowed by Sabine. Adrien smiled. He always admired Marinette's parents. They were always hard at work and showing an extreme amount of humility to those around them. He strived to be just like that. His father wasn't exactly what he believes to be the best role model out there when it comes to love and compassion. From a hard-at-work standpoint, he might be.

"Thank you. It's for my photoshoot today. I thought Marinette told you I invited her." Adrien said.

"Oh, she hasn't stopped talking about it! She has been excited for this ever since the day you invited her." Sabine told him. Adrien smiled. It was nice to hear how much Marinette had been looking forward to this. "I'll let her know you've arrived." She turned her head to the door leading to the stairs. "Marinette! Adrien's here!".

"I didn't know you were picking her up." Tom said to Adrien."I just thought it would be a nice thing to do instead of making her walk all the way there. It's what friends do." Adrien explained. Tom smirked, very pleased with Adrien's decision.

"Good man." Tom said before giving him a nudge. Adrien rubbed his arm. His nudge was more like a hard punch to the bicep. Sabine turned her body to face theirs.

"You can go upstairs and knock on her door. Perhaps she didn't hear me. She's probably listening to loud music again." Sabine said to him as she shook her head in amusement.

"Thanks." Adrien waved to them as he opened the door to the stairs. Tom and Sabine watched him walk up the stairs before sighing.

"Awww." They both said. They knew that there was some kind of spark between Adrien and their daughter. They had hoped that someday, something would happen between them. For as long as they've been waiting, they'd grown somewhat impatient. As Adrien walked up the steps, Plagg came out from in his shirt pocket.

"You know, this is new for you to invite someone to one of your photoshoots. Why the sudden fascination?" Plagg asked him as he ate a slice of Camembert.

"I uh...really can't tell you." Adrien said, looking quite nervous. Plagg couldn't believe what he was hearing. Adrien usually told him everything; well, mostly everything.

"Wait, let me get this straight. You can't tell me, the person who is one of your secrets.... a secret? That's far from making sense."

"You'll find out soon enough, I promise. You just have to trust me with this one, okay?" Adrien asked him. Plagg raised his eyebrow and drooped his head.

"Uuugghhh okay. You owe me a whole 5 blocks of camembert for this, you know."

"If you say so. Now hide, Plagg." Adrien said as he opened his shirt pocket for Plagg to crawl inside. Adrien looked above him to see the door to Marinette's room. He could hear banging and rustling coming from inside the room. He climbed up the ladder and knocked on the door. "Marinette? You in here?"

"Adrien! I uh...I'm o-AH!" Marinette slipped on a shirt lying on the floor. Adrien gasped.

"Marinette? Are you okay?" Adrien asked. He became concerned, so concerned that he opened the door to see if she was alright. His head popped into the room, confronting a gussied up Marinette. She was wearing the salmon-colored flowy top that she found with a pair of dark blue jeans, royal blue flats, and a flower clip in her hair. She had a tint of lipstick on. Adrien stared at her in awe. Adrien had never seen her so dressed up before. Marinette noticed he was in the room and froze. She had the same expression on her face. She couldn't believe what he was wearing. She tried to keep herself under control.

"Adrien! Hot are you? I mean HOW...how are you?" Marinette nervously chuckled. She regretted everything at that point. Adrien, thankfully, didn't think too much of it.

"I'm...good. Marinette, you uh..." Adrien nervously spoke. "You look beautiful." He finished speaking with a cheeky grin. Marinette blushed. She didn't expect to hear that come out of his mouth.

"I uh...thank you! Same to you! Actually, wait no you don't look beautiful- "Adrien's eyes widened in shock. Marinette began to panic. She couldn't get her sentences straight. Her arms flailed around. "No, no no I mean you look great! It's just beautiful isn't the right word. What's the word...uh...it's on the tip of my tongue..." Adrien chuckled at her behavior.

"It's okay, Marinette. I get what you're trying to say." He replied as he rubbed the back of his neck. Marinette nervously chucked once again. They both stood there, a little clueless as to what to do next. Adrien decided to speak again. "So, you ready to go?"

"Oh uh...yeah! I just have to get my phone..." She began to look around. She forgot where she placed her phone. "Uh...wherever I put it." She walked around, looking everywhere. "I just had my phone 3 minutes ago. How could I misplace it that quickly?" Marinette panicked. "Ah...uh...just give me a minute, Adrien. I'll be quick."

"Take your time! There's no rush." Adrien reassured her. He began to walk around the room, observing what he could see. Even though he had a room that many could compare to a teenager's paradise, he liked Marinette's room because it contained nothing but the simple stuff. There was no rock climbing wall or basketball hoops or a giant pinball machine; just the bare necessities. He wished life could be that simple sometimes. 

His eyes shifted to her desk, where all of the pictures of him were hanging from the wall. He already saw them before while fighting Troublemaker as Cat Noir. He never got a close look at them though. He couldn't believe how many pictures of him there were. It, thankfully, didn't creep him out at all because he was used to it. He looked at one photo of him surrounded by a field of daisies. He pointed to it. "Heh, this photo."

"Hmm?" Marinette uttered. She turned her head to Adrien, who was looking at the photos of him on her wall. She thought she would be nervous but since he saw them already and was perfectly fine with it, she decided that there was nothing to worry about. She walked over to him. She observed the photo he was pointing to. She couldn't find anything wrong with the photo. He looked completely normal. "What's wrong with it?" She asked him.

"Oh, nothing's wrong with it. I just remember that I discovered that day that I was allergic to daisies." Adrien explained.

"Wait you're allergic to feathers and daisies?" Marinette asked him.

"Yeah. After I came home that day, I couldn't breathe through my nose at all. Plus I had some rashes." Adrien explained.

"Wow. Remind me never to make a derby out of those if I ever enter one of those contests again." Marinette chuckled. "Speaking of which..." She said before pointing to a photo of Adrien wearing her derby hat from the contest. She wasn't afraid to show him the photos of him anymore. She knew that he was fine with them so she knew she didn't have to be shy. Adrien turned to smile at her before taking his gaze back to the photo.

"That photo wouldn't be possible without allergy medication." He said to her.

"How many pills did you have to take?" Marinette asked him, concerned that he was in distress because of her.

"About 3...and a bit of nasal spray." Marinette gasped. She felt so bad. The guilt started sinking in. Adrien noticed and waved his hands around. "But don't worry! As a model, you have to do things you don't want to do. The allergies didn't bother me that much at all. Trust me." He said as she smiled with relief. "It's not as bad as this royal blue and green feather vest I had to wear with an orange fedora. It made me look like a peacock. I'm kind of surprised the name 'bird boy' or something didn't come into play." He said before they both laughed. They suddenly heard a car horn beep outside. They both turned their heads to the window. Adrien turned back to Marinette. 

"Oops...kind of lost track of time. We better get going." Adrien walked over to the door leading to the steps. "Shall we?" He asked her. She looked at her desk noticing her phone wedged under her keyboard. She wondered how in the world it got there. She picked the phone up and returned her gaze to him.

"Yeah, now that I found my phone." Marinette said as she walked towards him, holding her phone in her hand. They both began to walk down the steps. Once they reached the first floor, Marinette popped her head through the bakery door. "Bye Mom! I'll be back late tonight!"

"Bye honey! Be careful!" They both said. Tom and Sabine sneaked towards the door so they could watch them walk to the car. Tom sighed and drooped his head. Sabine put her hand on his shoulder. They both turned to look at each other."It'll happen someday. They need to realize their feelings on their own." Sabine explained.

If you want to read them for yourselves, here are the links to them! Time for the Truth:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/156088728-miraculous-ladybug-time-for-the-truth

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12980137/1/Time-for-the-Truth Time for Answers:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/181960827-miraculous-ladybug-time-for-answers

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13239040/1/Time-For-Answers

[balljointeddragon]

I can’t sleep again

So please take this fanfic with a grain of salt, haha

@croxovergoddess please tell me Reaper High has a sex Ed class to teach the characters about the dangers of the fandom and what they’d put them through. Just. Imagine. Also, I’m sorry XD i feel like I’m shoving Ida at you when I swear I would like to do more of your characters, but it’s easier for me to write as Ida than it is anyone else. So please let me know if I’m ever being bothersome!

Jack and Blossom sat at their respected table, chatting quietly as they glanced at the front of the room.

“Do you think Mrs. Aple will show up today?” Jack leaned forward, fiddling with small mechanical parts, building and rebuilding things without even glancing at them.

Blossom sighed, “I mean, maybe? She always seems way uncomfortable whenever she talks about fandoms, and tries to ditch out whenever she can. Maybe she finally quit? Filled out her dreams of running away?”

Jack snorted. “We both know she can’t do that. She’s too nervous to. I think she’d have a nervous breakdown from abandoning us.”

“Maybe so, but she’s been getting antsy lately, especially yesterday.” Blossom watched as Jack made a small helecopter, immedietly seeing it be torn apart again.

“We did start getting to the spicy parts. Mrs. Aple did start turning red.” Jack said in a sing song voice.

“Remind me why this is a class again?” Pink eyes slid up from the notebook in front of them, seeing Jack shrug once again.

“Maybe because we’re both teens and sex-driven beasts?”

Jack and Blossom looked at each other before snorting, Blossom going back to her notes. She was trying not to panic as the time grew on.

“What if she’s hurt?” Blossom frowned.

Jack looked up “in this school? With a bunch of super powered students around?” He laughed, then noted blossoms look. “You’re serious.”

“Of course I am! Our teacher is almost fifteen minutes late, and no ones seen her. She could’ve been attacked and were sitting here joking around.”

Blossom took a deep breath when the door opened. The relief was palpable when Mrs. Aple came through the door, smiling sweetly.

“Sorry everyone! I was trying to drag your temporary teacher here, but he’s very against this.”

Mrs. Aple was a young woman in her 20s, who was very Valentines-oriented. Her dress was pink, red heart lace on the trim, and a red coat adorned her. She had red lipstick, dark skin, and beautiful kinky pink hair. Her eyes, although usually very close to closing, were now open wide, allowing the students to see the chocolate brown color.

“He fought me tooth and nail, in fact! But he’s very knowledgable in this case, so we’ll all learn something!” Mrs. Aples arms were stuck out the door, holding onto an arm.

Very quickly, she yanked the person in and shut the door, standing in front of it.

Blossom and Jack peered over with the rest of their class, seeing who else but Ida Valentine, who laid pouting on the floor.

Blossom raised a nub, many others raising their hands.

Mrs. Aple called on blossom.

“Are you sure this is okay? I mean, Idas a student, and we don’t know for sure if he’s properly trained to teach such a subject. Wouldn’t it be better for you to teach us?”

A few others nodded in agreement, Jack included.

Mrs. Aple brushed off her dress. “I understand your concern, Blossom, and it’s appreciated. But for one, I’ve already gained permission. Our principal was very helpful in checking to see if Ida was qualified for such a task, and he very much is. In fact, he’s more qualified than I am. So please, let’s begin the lesson.”

Ida stood up from behind the teachers desk, glowering. “I was enjoying being in the nurses office.”

Mrs. Aple waved her hand at him, her gold bracelets jangling. “A ‘paper cut’ isn’t a good excuse, especially considering you can’t be cut easily.”

“It was a very bad papercut!” Ida protested, watching everyone sit in their seats.

“Ida, I will pay you whatever when this class is over; chocolate, ice cream, money, you name it, I don’t care. But please do me this favor.”

Ida stared her down, trying and failing to remain mad. He gave a tired sigh.

“Fine! But only because this means I get that cd I’ve been eyeing for a few weeks!”

Blossom and Jack grimaced a bit, jack raising his hand this time at Blossoms quiet que.

“Yes, Spicer?” Ida turned to face him.

“You do know you can call me Jack here?” Jack huffed.

“I could, but then I’d confuse myself. Anything else?”

“Yeah. What’s the game plan for this class?” Jack set his hands on his desk, picking up a pencil. “And what makes you qualified for a teachers position?”

Blossom gave Jack a smile, a silent thanks. She didn’t want to be the person who asked all the questions.

Ida rubbed the back of his neck as he grumbled. “First off, were following the plan Mrs. Aple was given. What are the terms, is there any extra info we should know, protection, causes of pregnancy-“ he glanced at all the ocs in the room with narrowed eyes. “Stuff like that. As for what makes me qualified, to put it simply: I am the Cupid of Sexual Love. Aka, I was practically born with all the knowledge of types of .... good times.” He coughed. “And their consequences.”

A few people murmured, taking out notebooks and writing down the first slide that appeared on the board.

“Anymore questions for now?” Ida looked over everyone, hoping that someone would have a question.

Alas, he wasn’t lucky.

He picked up the marker, looking to everyone.

“Alright. Let’s start with vocabulary.”

-skippy cause of tumblrs bs atm-

The end of class was... shockingly quiet.

More than a few people were traumatized by what they’d learned in that one class period than in all the previous ones.

Blossom stood, gathering her things as she waited for Jack, watching him numbly pick up his things.

“Did... did you know all that?” Jack looked up at her with wide eyes.

“I didn’t. I thought it was... kissing or something that made babies... I thought a stork dropped off the kid...”

“We were so wrong....” jack and Blossom walked together, heading to the cafeteria.

Jack seemed to quickly recover, able to chow down on the food he saw in moments.

Blossom took a bit more time, staring at her plate blankly.

-it’s 3 am I should go to bed, haha. I can’t think of a good way to end this, so let’s say they went and got chocolate-

[killian-whump]

OUAT 2x06: Rewatch Blog

Heeey everybody! Welcome to my rewatch liveblog of episode 2x06, “Tallahassee”. This one’s about the capital of Florida, which is called ‘The Sunshine State’ because there’s a lot of sunshine there when alligators aren’t eating you and/or meth addicts aren’t eating your face off.

Wait, what? Oh, my research team has just informed me that this episode isn’t actually about Florida at all - it’s about beanstalk adventures and flashbacks to Emma’s history with Neal. So no alligators most likely. Okay.

Well, let’s get started!

Well, this is off to a great start already! Every episode should start with Killian Jones tied up in some way, shape, or form. Nice!

“Freakier than I remembered from the story.” YOU AIN’T KIDDING.

“Reminds me of death.” Whoa, now that’s a little melodramatic.

Awww, lookit his face D: “Please untie me missus” *flails at him*

Mmm... Angry untying. That’s nice. The leather’s back. Saucy Hook, yay. “Don’t be afraid to, you know, really get into it.” Haha, he’s so cute <3

I HAVE SUCH A BONE TO PICK AND I’M GONNA PICK IT RIGHT NOW.

Flashback Emma’s glasses really bug me. Like, we see NO sign of poor eyesight in any of the young Emma flashbacks, and no signs of poor vision in present day Emma. It’s like she developed poor eyesight for an isolated year or two in her late teens and it just... cleared up?

Oh, I know, I know, she could’ve switched to contacts. Right. However, we see no evidence of that, either. No glasses in the morning or late at night. No issues with spending an extended time in the Enchanted Forest without access to either glasses or proper contact lens care. No vision impairment on Princess Emma in S6 who wouldn’t have access to glasses OR contacts, etc, etc.

So maybe Lasik surgery? Okay, but how would she have access to an expensive medical procedure that insurance didn’t cover (assuming she even HAD insurance, which, given her age and financial situation, is doubtful)?

It’s like the writers gave her glasses as a cute little character quirk in this awkward “ugly duckling” stage of her life without having any idea how glasses and bad vision actually work. Which would be ridiculous, considering Adam and Eddy both fucking wear glasses.

...and then they went and did it again with Robin in S7. No glasses on her primary persona, but her cursed persona needs them to see. And after the curse is broken... she still apparently needs them. WTF, show?!

Okay, but that outfit is super cute, glasses and all.

Yellow Bug origin story, guys! Is there a ship name for Emma and her car? Like, SwanBug or something? There should be if there isn’t. It’s so pure <3

Hahaha, Neal, you little shit. That grin of his is kinda cute.

~ TITLE CAAAAAAAAAARD!!! ~

Not sure why antis pick on that line of Neal’s about women. I mean, I’m not a huge fan of his, but it’s pretty obvious he’s reading the cop and (correctly) guessing on how to play him to get him to let them off. And Emma even calls him on it immediately - and he basically implies that’s exactly what he was doing. Antis don’t make any sense sometimes.

Okay, not as cute now... kinda smarmy. (Hi Ashley!)

Aaaaaaaaaaaand back to the beanstalk!

Oh, they kinda are getting really into it, aren’t they? Haha.

You know, I find it really hard to believe that Killian Jones would ever use the phrase “Tick, Tock” in casual speech. I’m just saying.

“I was hoping it’d be you.” :D

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ “Don’t think I’m taking my eyes off you for a second.”

“I would despair if you did.” ∩(︶▽︶)∩

One of my favorite Captain Swan moments riiiiight here:

HOLD MY PURSE, BITCH

And he follows after her like an eager puppy. Total subbie.

DRAMATIC MUUUUUSIC!

*sips beverage* Still climbing, huh? Seriously, though. Did they climb that far without talking at all? Or did Hook just chatter endlessly the whole time? Somebody better have written a fic of him babbling at her for hours.

“I love a challenge!” Hee hee! <3

“That’s not perception, that’s eavesdropping.” And he doesn’t deny it, lol.

“No, I’ve never been in love.” Okay, but she’s obviously lying. That’s a terribly transparent lie, Emma. You can do better.

The sniffing face, heehee.

That’s a pretty good ruse, though. I mean, really. People just sort of trust expectant parents. Although I’m sure it worked better 10 years ago than it would today.

Imagine if she’d pointed higher up. “Our future awaits us in... Detroit.” “Umm, lemme point again.” “No, no, that first point was legally binding.”

“I don’t really... sleep now.” Oh, sure. That’s normal.

This scene’s kinda boring :/

♫ Welcome to the laaaaaaaaaand of CGI and Giiiiiiiiiiiants ♫

“What happened here?” I mean, he kinda told you earlier in the episode.

“Giants can smell blood... and I’m always a gentleman.” <3

The cheerful way he says, “It’s rum!” XD

...and now my entire female reproductive system has died. That is the seventh time this month, dammit. This man is a menace.

Milah angst. Someone hold me T_T

I kinda don’t care about Neal’s problems.

I like this shade of lipstick on Emma, though. Okay, actually, I just like that shade of lipstick. Fun KW fact: Whenever I’m out and buy a new shade of lipstick, when I get home, I always discover it’s the same as all the other shades of lipstick I’ve bought, thinking they were different and so pretty. They’re all this color.

Colin sounds weird when he says, “You ready?”

You swing that bone, big guy! The things this show had him do XD

...It’s Jorge!!! :D Hi Jorge!!! :D I love him! I loved him on Lost, too. He’s just got such a lovely smile. He not smilin’ now, tho. Looks kinda grumpy.

“You big git!” Hahaha, that’s the best he’s got, apparently XD “You wanna kill a human, eh? You wanna kill a human?” The way Colin says “human” here makes me laugh for some reason, and he does it twice XD “Come on!”

“Come on then! Come on then!” I wonder if Colin’s flashing back to that role he played as a football hooligan in Love Is the Drug XD

Him popping up. This scene is so silly and ridiculous. I confess, it’s not one of my favorites, because it kinda borders on cringey in it’s ridiculousness, but it’s also unintentionally hilarious, so...

She’s so relieved <3

This is a good scene. I don’t have much to say about it, but it’s a good scene. Laying the groundwork for the big reveal of Henry being in the room. Ooooh. Also, I love Snow looking after Aurora.

And Aurora’s tiara or hair decorations or... whatever that is... is so pretty.

“What’s your rush?” Hahaha, you adorable idiot. “How long do you think magic knock out powder lasts?” “I’ve no clue,” as he sniffs coins like a derelict. “That’s my rush.” Like, why does she even have to explain this to him? XD

“Everything we need is right in front of us!” Everyone always turns this into some kind of big CS line, but I always thought it just... triggered a memory for Emma, hence the segue into the next flashback. They weren’t even really facing each other when he said it, so I don’t think it was intended to be foreshadowing. Just my opinion, though. Not legally binding :P

Nice sword, Jack. Not pompous at all.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Epic scene alert. “That’s a plausible excuse for grabbing me, but next time, don’t stand on ceremony.” Yooou fucking idiot <3

EAR SCRATCH *jumps on him* *rides him home*

Yeah, I know. All the liveblogs are gonna be like this. I’m so sorry.

Emma, too, is wondering what she’s gotten herself into. “Oh no. He’s sexy and absolutely ridiculous all at once. I am so fucked.” I think this was the moment she realized she liked him. That fucking menace.

Ugh. This train is just speeding towards derailment D: I hate storylines like this, when you just know the shoe’s gonna drop and-

Uh huh. Here’s August now, dropping shoes all over the place.

That drove me nuts the first time, not knowing what was in the fucking box.

And why did she have to go to jail? Like, dump her, leave her alone, fine, but sending her to jail is a bit... extra, isn’t it?

Ah, she’s so broken :( Alexa, play Despacito.

“Try something new, darling. It’s called trust.”

WHUMP! It’s whump!!! Buried in Rock Rubble Whump!!! :D

She’s even more panicked this time. Nice.

Jorge is mad.

Hahaha, I can’t stop seeing Jen in the green donut, though.

This scene is all pretty great, really. I forgot I was liveblogging.

Sweet, summer child. You’re so enamored with Emma and the compass and... Aw, geez. This is why Colin’s a menace. It doesn’t matter who he’s playing or what you think of them. He puts these faces on and tugs your heartstrings and suddenly you’re like, “Oh, look at this sweet, sincere little nugget!”

And then this happens...

It’s whump! BUT WHY DOES IT HURT MY SOUL D:

And then his voice shakes a little. “What are you doing?”

“Emma... Look at me. Have I told you a lie?” D:

“Why do this to me now?”

“You’re just gonna leave me here to die? Let that beast eat me, to crush my bones?” T_T

“SWAAAAN!!!!” He’s so fucking scared D: I died.

Hahahaha, SNOW WHITE WITH THE TACKLE.

I love how Aurora’s the only one who asks about Hook XD

Congratulations. You get a car. And a baby. When you get out of jail.

THIS IS THE WORST GAME SHOW EVER.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUN BIG REVEAL!!!

...and the end! PEW PEW PEW!!! <3

[moonraccoon-exe]

(1) And here I am back again. Wanted to write to you sooner, but life dropped a huge pile of work on me and my mom got sick and I helped there and my brother got injured at work – a little piece of his finger was half off, but doctors say he'll be okay and he's already back home – and it was just a lot. But I am back. I totally understand the situation with that part of your family you talked about. I have something similar in my family. Everyone nice in their own way but totally stuck on old

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*TACKLE-HUGS YOU*

MY SWEET PRECIOUS ADORABLE MUFFIN, YOU COOKIE MADE OF SWEETNESS AND WARMTH, BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL HOOMAN, HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

*KEEPS PETTING AND SNUGGLING U, U ADORBS PRECIOUS LITTLE MUFFIN*

OMG PERIDOT, HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’M SO HAPPY SO JOYED SO FLATTERED TO GET TO READ YOU AGAIN OMG I’M SO HAPPY TO BE REPLYING TO YOU!!!!!!! HEWWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( ´ ▽ ` )

Okay, I’m gonna add our good ol’ keep reading line here, buddy! :3

Don’t worry about not being able to reply sooner!! I did guess that you were either busy with something else, or that you needed time and you know both scenarios and any are alright. You’re not entitled to write to be with a strict schedule. I’ll be here to happily read you however long you need or want to take, aye, buddy?

ESpecially when it’s something as important as your mom and your brother!!! I’m sorry to hear that you had a sudden drop of a huge pile of work alksjdsakj that’s always startling and sort of stressing. And adding to that, your mommy getting sick and your brother having an accident. Gods above, it all suddenly piled up against you, dear Peridot!! I’m so sorry it all happened so suddenly and at once kalsjdlkgjda >

It’s also very important to acknowledge here all the hard work you gave, Peridot. Thank you for taking care of your mommy, and for worrying and helping about your brother, all while managing to get your work done. You’re quite an incredible, hard-working hooman, you know that? You managed everything. You’re absolutely incredible. I’m proud of you, buddy :3

I hope your mom is doing much better by now!! DO RECEIVE HALF OF MY MOST MAGICAL AND HAPPIEST RACCOONIE VIBES FOR HER WELL AND SOON RECOVERY!!!! The other half are, of course, for your brother!! ANOTHER HUGE LOAD OF MOST MAGICAL HAPPIEST RACCOONIE VIBES FOR WELL AND SOON RECOVERYYYYY!!!!!!!!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ*: ･ﾟ*: ･ﾟ*: ･ﾟ*: ･ﾟ*: ･ﾟ*: ･ﾟ*: ･ﾟ*: ･ﾟ*: ･ﾟ*: ･ﾟ*: ･ﾟ*: ･ﾟ*: ･ﾟ

Zomg, what happened to your brother sounds like AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! D: But the doctors know their stuff, so let’s trust them! It’s such a relief and so good to know that he’ll be okay. All happy vibes to your family, dear Peridot!! :D

Sadly, I think a lot of today’s families have that sort of side of the family too. Those that aren’t…necessarily evil or bad, like some other parts of the family, but still not quite the sort of people one would like to hang with? Yep. It sucks to know that you too have a part of the family that behaves like that. Being stuck in old traditions is…hnngnhg…such a stRUGGLE, SUCH A HORRIBLE STRUGGLE AKSDJFKLGDJADLKGJDAGL

Especially when they come up with questions like the things they ask you. Like having a boyfriend (if you’re a girl, because those kind of people INSTANTLY assume every girl is straight by default lmao) is a MUST, like you’ll die the next morning if you don’t get one. Like. Lmao. Why do I want a walking piece of meat with fragile masculinity. And not like all men are like that omg NO XD but it’s so rare to find a man that isn’t like…that. JEEZ.

AND HELL YEAH, THE SWITCH IS SO MUCH FUN AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! >3

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PERIDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >3

Jesus, Peridot, you’re going to absolutely ROCK that party!! You’ll steal the spotlight aklsjdlkaj ahaha! WHAT A GORGEOUS OUTFIT ZOMG AND IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU LOVE IT AND THAT’S WHAT’S MOST IMPORTANT AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!! You’ll definitely feel incredible with the lipstick if you feel like you want to wear it with this!! GO, PERIDOT! BE FAAAAAAABULOOOOOOOOOOOOUS!!!!!!!!! >3

HELL YEAH, I CALLED YOU A FIRE WITCH!!! That’s because I know you love magic, and you once told me you were more into fire, sO A FIRE WITCH YOU ARE!!! °3° LOOKIE YOU MAKING ALL THAT AMAZING INCREDIBLE FIRE MAGIC IN YOUR PALM ALKSDJFGDLKJDALKGDAJALJG LOOKING BADASS AND BEING EPIC AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HELL YEAH FOR FIRE WITCHES AND FIRE WIZARDS AND FIRE YOU!!! /O/

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I’M HAPPY YOU LIKED MY BIRTHDAY MESSAGE AND THE CONFETTI AND THE CAKES!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS ABSOLUTELY HYPED TO KNOW IT HAD BEEN YOUR BIRTHDAY I WAS LIK EKLAJ SDKLDFJG LKAJ AL WOOOOOH!!!!!! I’M ABSOLUTELY HONORED, FLATTERED, AND INCREDIBLY JOYED TO BE YOUR FRIEND, TOO!!!!! *SQUEEZES U* ( ˙꒳​˙ )

I’M SO HYPED TOO TO KNOW THAT YOU AND YOUR BROTHER ARE GOING THROUGH AVATAR AGAIN AND THAT YOU’RE LOVING IT AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! >3

Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it’s so cute and so good to know that Avatar is neutral ground to you two! Sibling relationships can be quite something, but I’ve always known from you that you have a good one with your brother. Still, that doesn’t mean you two agree on everything, which can be a little tense at times. But then something wonderful and beautiful like the art of animation and storytelling can bring you back together. It’s mesmerizing and mindblowing, isn’t it? How something that we’re so used to and consider “simple” like a TV cartoon is really art, and that it can have such a huge impact…wow… :3

And yes, Avatar is DEFINITELY the BEST show EVER!!!

HELL YEAH, I’M ALWAYS EXCITED WHEN ZUKO JOINS THE GAANG TOO!!!! And it always, ALWAYS, always always always without a fail makes me SO FRUSTRATED and upset and terribly sad when Zuko accidentally burns Toph. It’s GENIUS, way beyond GENIUS, but after watching Zuko struggle so much and be as courageous as to tell his dad to fuck off and choose his own path, after seeing all his suffering, we get to see how CLOSE he is to join the good guys and have a good life, aND BYE AN ACCIDENT- AKLSDJFDLGKAH JDALKFJ ALKGJAD GLKAJG DAKLG*FLIPS THE DESK* JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!

And it’s her soles!! THE ONLY LITERAL THING SHE RELIES ON!!!! ASKJLDFGKADLGJALGJA GENIUS GODDAMN GENIUS BUT PAINFUL AND SAD AND FRUSTRATING.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AND THE RECONCILIATION SCENE WITH UNCLE IROH!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT SCENE ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS WITHOUT FAIL BREAKS MY HEART, TAKES MY SOUL AND TEARS IT OPEN AND APART AND TOSSES MY FEELINGS INTO A TORNADO OF FEELS AND I CRY TOO, IT’S JUST- SUCH A POWERFUL SCENE I CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Uncle Iroh hits fragile heartstrings. Sure he can be the comedy relief, but he’s still got one of the saddest stories of the Avatar universe. We’re all ready to lose our parents one day, but we’re never mentally prepared to lose a son or daughter, and Iroh had to go through that? And then, when he projects all the love he couldn’t give to his son into Zuko, being mistreated by him, and when he’s finally starting to be loved, be BETRAYED and REJECTED by him?? WATCH ZUKO TAKE THE WRONG PATH AKLSDJ KLGDAJDALKGJADLKGJADLKGDJAGKLDAJGLKDAGJDALGK

AND WHAT GETS TO ME THE MOST, WHAT PIERCES THE DEEPEST IN MY HEARTSTRINGS IS HOW, EVEN DESPITE EVERYTHING AND HOW MUCH IROH HAS SUFFERED, WHEN ZUKO ASKS FORGIVENESS, HE’S STILL THE MOST SELFLESS CREATURE EVER, WHICH MAKES THE SCENE BEAUTIFUL BUT STILL SO HEARTBREAKING BECAUSE HOW DARE HE BE SO SELFLESS?!?!?!?!?!?!

You know with the whole, instantly hugging him and Zuko being like “I thought you’d be furious!” and Iroh is crying and tells him “I was never angry. I was sad, because I thought you’d lost the path.”

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OH NO. I HURT MYSELF WRITING THAT I’M TEARING UP I’M MADE A DISASTER OF FEELS I’MGOING AKLJDFD GLAKHFJALKDGJDA

*CURLS UP AND CRIES FOR A GOOD WHILE BEFORE COMING BACK*

What I mean to say is AAAAAAAYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, BUDDY, I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND YOU WITH THAT SCENE!!!!!! It’s so heartbreaking!! 

Definitely everyone should have an Iroh! People would be wiser, happier, and healthier. Iroh does good to the soul aahh :’)

HOH boy I’m definitely up to reading the LOTR books long and thick as they are!! The Song of Fire and Ice was my trial for that, if I could handle 5 books that size, I’m prepared now for Lord of the Rings!! But of course the Hobbit is going to be a MUST in the list, too! :D Even though I’m up to reading the original trilogy, do you still recommend reading the Hobbit first? It’s a prequel, after all, so maybe that could make the reading more rich? Or should I go with the original trilogy, THEN back to the prequel? HOH BOY I’m excited!! I’ve ALWAYS wanted to watch/read LOtR because it looks like it’s my absolute jam, it’s everthing I love!!!

I did hear/see somewhere that they’re making a movie about Mr. Tolkien!!! I’m absolutely HYPED about it, I can’t imagine how excited I’d be if I’d already read his books!!! Super curious to learn about the man with one of the biggest minds and brains for worldbuilding…IT GIVES ME CHILLS!! 

I once read, I think here on Tumblr, that the whole story of LotR started off as a bedtime story for one of his sons? And Mr. Tolkien was just coming up with random things and characters and plots, and this specific son was INCREDIBLY PICKY AND PETTY about the tiny details, like “but papa! You said the door was green the other day, and now you’re saying it’s red!” and Mr. Tolkien would stare at him, sigh, stand up, turn around and say something like ‘this picky brat’ and go make notes in his notebook to not forget those details XDSo that’s how one of Tolkien’s sons, by being UTTERLY PICKY, made one of the greatest masters of worldbuilding be so specific about his story LMAO AHAHAH

But I didn’t know that about him writing even in the trenches during battles!!!!!!!! :O WOOOOOOOOAAAAAAH, I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HE HAD BEEN TO WAR!?!?!? WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT ADDS SO MUCH TO THE CONCEPT I KNEW OF MR. TOLKIEN!!! :O

Woaaah….I can’t imagine it…it must have been sort of a beautiful if tragic view; soldiers eating or smoking or walking in the terribly gross trenches, shooting, yelling, and amidst them, a man sat writing in a notebook. The sparkle of peace among disaster and chaos. Art among war. BRRRRR. CHIIIIIIIILLLLLLS, THIS GIVES ME CHILLS AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

PERIDOT, I’M ABSOLUTELY, ENTIRELY THRILLED TO KNOW THAT YOU’RE ENJOYING THE FLAMEL BOOKS!!!!!! I wasn’t very sure if it’d be to your liking, becauase it’s been a good while of years since I read them, and it happened to me once that I read a book at like age 12, then re-read it at like age 16 because I remembered it was one of my ultimate faves, and I couldn’t make it past the first chapter without cringing and mentally vomiting LMAO HAHAHAH, so I was worried the books were just that good in my memory and not in reality. So I’m absolutely ecstatic to know you’re liking them!!!

SOPHIE AND JOSH ARE INNOCENT BABIES THAT I PROTECC!! You know, I think it WAS a good recommendation because of the twin thing. I can’t believe I TOTALLY forgot about that when I recommended it to you!!! We once talked about how awesome twins are, and how little there is of them in literature/etc, OF COURSE YOU’D LIKE THIS AS MUCH AS I DID SIMPLY FOR THE TWIN CONCEPT OH MY GOD HOW DID I FORGET KLAJSDLKAGDJDALKGJAD

HELL YEAH, your twin brother and you are as powerful too!!!! EPIC DUO, DYNAMIC PAIR, MAGICAL WIZARDS AYEEEEEEEEEEE

Nick and Perry are AWESOME too!!! I love their modern names, too. They’re very simple but that’s what makes it brilliant. It makes me wonder how many people from the past are wandering around today with modern names that can be so obvious, and yet we don’t catch…aaah!!! >3

PERRY TALKING WITH THAT POLITE GHOST GENTLEMAN ALKSJDFKLADGJADKLGAJGKLADGJ OMG I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT, I LOOOOOOOVE THAT BIT!!! I love the whole concept of Perenelle being able to see ghosts, and how she stumbled upon such a kind one. We normally think about ghosts are either scary or mentally unstable, so to read her conversation with such polite one was so comforting, especially in her situation. It felt like finding a friend in that unknown scary territory :’3

HELL YEAH, HEKATE LIVING INSIDE THE YGGDRASSIL, HOW BADASS IS THAT!??!?!!? AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, first time I read it I didn’t know much about the Yggdrassil but when I looked it up I was like YO. BRO. THAT’S DOPE. THAT’S. THAT’S LITERALLY THE TREE OF FUCKING LIFE AND SHE’S- BRO SHE LIVES THERE. LIKE. BRO. 

She was a bit scary to me at first, and while she’s not my fave or most comforting character, I still ADORED the concept. The whole waking up a child, growing up by midday, ending the day as an old lady. JESUS CHRIST, WHAT A CHARACTER, I’M IN LOVE WITH HOW THIS AUTHOR HANDLED THE WHOLE MYTHOLOGICAL PART AKLSDJLDKGJAGLJ

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Peridot, I’m so, so, so, soooooooooooooooooooo happy that you’re enjoying the book!!! There’s still so much to see, and more characters, and I’m so excited for you to get the chance to dip into the world of those books, they’re SO GOOD and I’m thrilled and so happy that your birthday gift is to your liking!!!!  >3

Aaah...and...thank you so much for being as comprehensive and understanding about your asks as you are. I still feel so embarrassed and upset about losing a lot of asks in such stupid way. Even though you understand and you’re not upset, I’m still so sorry for losing them, not much for losing them, but because it means I never really answered. Thank you for still writing to me despite the couple asks I didn’t, and now can’t answer... ;n;

*hugs you*

Peridot, you’re really such a gift. Sometimes, you being so understanding and kind is a little beyond me, and so precious.Thank you for understanding and for not being upset at me. I would be at least disappointed, but maybe that’s me being harsh against myself aksdjfgajfklhajfalkjfa

Thank you, really. I don’t know how to say it enough. Thank you for understanding and for being so, so kind, dear Peridot... :’)

I do have something saved, though, and of course it’ll be my delight to answer them!! They’re old, but we can look at them as a TIME MACHINE ask hahaha :D Read what you told me a long time ago, re-read what I had answered so far, and continue replying as if it was recent. Hngnhng...I’m...still sorta embarrassed, but definitely happy to get the chance to still reply to that. Thank you, my dear friend... :’3

DEAR PERIDOT

You precious wonderful beautiful gem. My precious muffin. *pet pet pet* It’s always comforting and beautiful to write to you, you know? You feel like a cozy living room with a nice fireplace while outside it’s cold. Talking to you is always a joy, and sort of cathartic in a way. Thank you for taking the time to write to me, thank you for being so kind and understanding as always, and thank you for sharing with me your thoughts and experiences. It’s my honor and delight to write to my friend Peridot. Thank you, wholeheartedly.

ANYWAYS, PERIDOT!

I hope that you’re having a MOST FANTASTIC weekend, and may your week start off FANTASTICALLY AND PHENOMENALLY!!!! 

Sending you lots of hugs, my friend!! Have a WONDERFUL sunday!!!!!!!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ