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[peachesofteal]

Simple Math / Part Nine

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Ghost/Soap/female reader 4.1k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ MDNI. Graphic descriptions of domestic violence. Medical chart from a SANE EXAM. Simon's family history, trauma. Brief sexual content. Hospital setting, nurse!reader, medical inaccuracies. Heavy emotions. Scars. Reader in pain. Hurt/comfort. Kate is a dog with a bone. Penny is cute. POV switches. Simon and Johnny make a discovery, and a promise.

You can’t breathe.

The air is too thin, too tight, and you stand, silent, in the foyer of the home that you’ve been invited to.

A clock ticks on the wall. You count each second, waiting. 

You should leave. You should run. 

Simon’s footsteps echo above your head, already up the stairs with your first bag and work backpack.

He said to make yourself at home, but you can’t move.

The foyer is the foyer of a family. There is a hall tree with little shoes scattered beneath it, a tiny, pink backpack hanging on the hook. Too many wellies to count, all in pastel colors, matching a small yellow and green rain jacket that’s folded on the stairs. There’s a black hoodie, a black jacket, and a green on the coat rack, hung haphazardly with a toss. Men’s sizes, and you notice two pairs of trainers next to one pair of black boots, and two crayons hide, peeking out from under the bench, one blue, one purple, so worn down they’re almost half gone.

A home. A family. 

“Hey, so up-“ You flinch. The jolt has you stumbling, one misstep over another, and he tenses, prepared to steady you, careful hand outstretched, but not encroaching.

“Sorry.” You shouldn’t be here. 

“No, I’m sorry. I know better.” You blink, and the silence is heavy, weighted down like bricks at the bottom of a river. 

He’s still wearing the mask. 

 “Can I… give you a tour?”

“S-sure.”

You lose your breath again in the kitchen.

Simon turns away to the sink, loading dishes into the dishwasher as you stare at the fridge and its collage with a tight chest. It’s covered; photos, invitations, magnets, notes, finger painted masterpieces. You step closer, studying, noticing the way they all fit together, mix matched perfectly, and even in the pictures, the three of them glow effortlessly, too sweet and smiling, happy. Together. A family. A perfect unit.

Your nose tingles, and you blink back the tears that fight forward, wiping away the two that escape and trickle down your cheek. You don’t know why it overwhelms you, why it fills you with grief.

What is it like, to be loved like that? To have a family, like this? 

Get it together. You’re a guest in their house.

It’s too much, and you chastise yourself for getting so emotional over nothing, over something stupid.

You need to be alone. 

Dry sandpaper scrubs the back of your throat when you swallow. “Simon?” He turns, concerned, glancing at the fridge and then back to you, drying his hands on a towel.  

“What is it?”

“Can I… I’m sorry. I’m… tired.” You try to explain your needs but it’s awkward on your mouth, uncomfortable. His expression creases with sympathy.

“Of course, c’mon. I’ll show you.”

“Alright, one more step.”

“’m sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, bun. You’re alright.” In the back of your mind, you’re registering Simon’s warmth, the wilted lean that has you tipped into him, slow steps on the stairs, one by one as you fight to stay upright. He’s warm, and pillowy… the kind of comfort you could sink into, disappear inside for a while. It sounds so… nice.

But your shoulder is throbbing. The pain combined with the emotions swirling about in your heart has you on the verge of tears, top teeth dug into your lip, and your molars grind against one other with each step.

“It’s just at the end of the hall.”

You shouldn’t be doing this. Even now, after agreeing, getting in the car, getting yourself here… the desire to bolt runs hot under your skin, buzzing inside your skull, an insistent need.

You’re in their house. Where they live. With their baby. 

What if he comes back? What if he hurts them? 

“Hey.” Simon says your name slowly, ducking down to get your attention. Fuck.

“Sorry, I’m just… exhausted.”

“I’m sure. It’s right here.” He opens the door to a room, flicking on a light switch. The walls are a sage green, a gentle hue that matches the bedspread, framed photos organized into a gallery wall, pictures of smiles and laughter, a tiny Penny in Simon’s naked arms, a candid shot of Johnny in full military regalia, the three of them together somewhere, hiking, with Pen snuggled in a papoose on Johnny’s chest. The bed is the centerpiece, a massive king size piled with pillows, and it looks so inviting, so soft that you want to collapse into it right here and now.

“Wow.” It’s the best you can do, considering the screeching agony vibrating in your shoulder. You try to breathe through it, but the pain only shortens your draw.

“Yeah, it’s our old bed. Very comfortable.” He puts your other duffel down by the dresser, and you try not to dwell on the idea of it once being theirs, where they slept, where they’ve loved one another, held each other, their child, their- “It’s got its own bathroom, just through here.” He’s on the other side of the room, turning on a light that is far too bright, and you squint, jerking away with a gasp. Are you getting a migraine too? “Shit, sorry.” The room spins. You stumble towards the bed, limbs heavy, head full of cement, wooziness blurring your immediate sight. You’re disjointed, a mess of pain and disorientation, and you cover your eyes with a palm.

“Sorry, I think… I think I’m getting a headache. My shoulder-“ it slips out before you can stop yourself, and even with your eyes closed, you know Simon is staring at you, picking you apart with his eyes.

“Your shoulder?” You’re on a runaway train now. It has no brakes. No destination. It just barrels down the tracks, unable to stop for rational thought or pleas of mercy. It has no plan, and it does not heed you. You’re helpless. Hopeless. Lost. Reaching out for a light in the dark, a rope, a life vest, and a sob breaks through to the surface.

“It really hurts.”

“It hurts?” His voice cuts, tone worried. “Which one?” You use your good side to point, shakily.

“I’m sorry. I’m s-sorry.” You try to tell him, try to explain that you don’t mean to cry, or be emotional. You don’t mean to be making a fuss. You’re not supposed to be a problem.

A warm hand lays atop your thigh, thumb rubbing into your scrub pants.

“Sweetheart, you’re in pain. You don’t have to apologize for crying.” Your vision blurs, thick with tears, and fingers gently probe along your shoulder cuff. When you flinch, he swears. “Shhh, alright. Easy.” He’s gentling a spooked horse, carefully feeling along where you ache as you cry through it, unable to stop. “I’m going to go get some ice. We can… wrap it up, if you think that will help?”

“Ye-yeah, okay.” His steps fade, and you try to get your top off, sliding the arm that doesn’t hurt underneath your turtleneck, which is confined by the rigidity of your scrub top.

When you try the other one, the pain is so sharp, a cry bursts from your lips, and Simon sprints up the stairs. How did it get so much worse between the beginning of your shift and now? 

“What happened?”

“I can’t… I can’t get my shirts off.” You uselessly tug at the hem, eyes half open, letting it fall from your fingers, stuck in a loop, frantic movements matching the increasing pace of your lungs.

“Can I help?” His face is lined in concentration, and you spot an icepack on the bed now, with a sling, and a wrap. They’re prepared. Must come home with a fair number of injuries. “Bun, are you with me?” You sniffle and nod. What choice do you have? What choice do you ever have? The pain is too much. It’s all too much, and it boils over until you need to get the shirts off, not caring that it will expose you, or show Simon the very details you’re always trying to hide. You’re too far lost now, too far gone.

If you’re here, in their home, shouldn't you let them see? Shouldn't you let them know? 

The truth is terrifying, the reality of the trust you have in them. You know Simon won’t hurt you, instinctively. You feel safe here, in their home, their old bed, and when he looks at you, you show him, just for a second, the fractured mirror that is your reflection. You show him the pain and the rage and the fear, you give him everything. You shove the girl in the mirror forward, you force her into the sun and you hold her face to the light, trying not to sob as she screams at you in protest.

Just for a second.

“Okay.” He nods, and then cups your cheek. “You’re okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” You nod with tears that sting, and then you slowly pull away, slipping back into yourself, hiding the girl in the mirror away, making more promises to her that you’re not sure you’re going to keep.

“We’re going to put this one,” He slowly, carefully lifts the arm with the bad shoulder until it’s resting on his own, “right here. That alright?” A whimper builds, but you give him another nod, breathing through the anguish. There are a million little needles in your shoulder, all stabbing you over and over, ripping and gnawing at the cartilage, or the bone, or the muscle… you can’t be sure. “I’m going to bring your scrub top up now. Is this okay?” his fingers peel it from the turtleneck, and when he gets to your head, you incline your neck, more tears rushing forth.

“Yeah.” You whisper, a tired, pained moan, falling from your lips without permission.

“I know it hurts; I know. Almost there, try to breathe.” He soothes you, and the top slides towards him along your arm. He pulls it free, throwing it on the floor somewhere, his hands returning to your thighs.

“Sorry.” It’s automatic, ingrained. A reaction to pain, to fear, to the idea of being a burden, something that haunts you, every day. He ignores it.

“Ready for the next?” The turtleneck comes less easy, but the two of you are in sync like dance partners. The pain shoots up your arm when you move your neck again, and Simon wipes a few tears from your cheek, carefully leaning you back into the pillows and pulling the comforter down.

There’s a sharp intake of breath, the raw edge of surprise, horror, you’re sure, and you close your eyes. You can't look at him, when you know what he sees. You know what you look like. A roadmap of foolishness. Of weakness. You know the scars are plainly on display, still raised, still ugly. Like you.

He says nothing, only sits at your side, bed dipping with his weight. “I’m going to take your shoes off too, okay?” He narrates and asks for permission with each touch, pulling your sneakers free, satisfying thunk of each one hitting the floor, and then moves on to sliding the ice pack underneath you, wrapping it firmly but not too tight, ensuring it stays in place. He’s tender and slow, thoughtful, your eyes fighting to stay closed, brain and body starting to drift off into uncomfortable sleep. “Not yet, sweetheart.” There’s a rattle, two pills being deposited into your hand.

“What are these?"

“Paracetamol.” He turns the bottle, label out, word coming into focus enough to be verified, and you swallow them down with the glass of water in his outstretched hand.

“Thank you.” The croak stays lodged in your throat, and his eyes crinkle, the sign of a smile.

“Get some rest.” It’s comfort he gives you, leaning forward, pressing mask covered lips to your forehead. Comfort that doesn’t elicit a flinch or a sense of wariness, and you bask in the shine of the sun on your skin, holding tight to it, slipping into a dreamless sleep.

“Banky.” Pen demands, hands outstretched.

“No binky, it’s lunch time. Lunch.” Simon makes the sign for lunch, L shaped pointer finger and thumb, circling the corner of his mouth. He does it a few times, accompanied with the word again and again until Penny huffs and leans back, eyes wide. “You try. You try, lunch.”

“No!” She shrieks, and he shushes her, scattering some banana puffs across her tray.

“Shhh Pen. Bun is sleeping, remember?”

“Bunny seep?” She gives him the sign for sleep, or her sign at least, a palm dragging down her face followed by very dramatic closing lids. “Seep?”

“Yes, sleeping.” Simon makes the sign to acknowledge she was correct. “Good job.” He gives her a thumbs up, and she smiles, sweetness melting away some of the tense worry that's taken up in his heart.

“Puff?” She holds one out to him, but he shakes his head, pointing at her mouth.

“For you. Eat them, eat your puffs.” He signs along with the words, and she mimics him, food in hand, eyes lighting up when she finally makes it in her mouth.

He glances towards the stairs. You’re in the guest room, far enough away that Penny’s noise shouldn’t wake you, but still he tries to keep her preoccupied, distracted from making a fuss.

He wants you to get as much sleep as possible, this morning’s discovery of your shoulder unsettled him more than he’s frankly comfortable with, and the image of your swollen, battered face and neck leers and taunts. 

She’s safe now. She’s here. 

“Dada.” Pen calls, and he smiles, leaning forward to brush his lips across his baby’s soft skin, wispy curls tickling his nose. 

“Love you, baby girl.” He signs it too, and she beams.

“Luh.” It’s supposed to be love, and though the word is a struggle, the sentiment is the same. He doesn’t care that she’s not quite got it yet, he’ll take every word, every syllable he can get. These moments, each moment with his child, Johnny’s child, theirs… is a gift, one he never thought he’d have until Johnny. A privilege.

His phone vibrates with a text message.  

>Simon

>Give me a ring when you get a chance. On the black cell.  

“Thought you were on vacation?” Kate sighs, click clack of keys echoing in the background.

“I am, but if I’m too idle I start to go crazy. The wife likes it when I have a project.” Simon pauses, cocking his head. Penny’s feet kick in the highchair, baby spoon banging against the plastic tray.

“Hang on, Kate.” He drags a kitchen chair over in front of her so he can sit, pinning the phone between his shoulder and chin to twist the lid off the applesauce pouch. “Shhh, here you go." Penny gurgles with a grin at the taste of the fruit, and he smiles back at her. "So, what’s the new project then?”

“The nurse.” Simon’s eyes dart to the floor above his head.

“It’s not a good time.”

“I can talk, you can listen.” She brushes him off, sipping something with ice and then continuing. “I found it hard to believe that a civilian would be able to scrub their footprint like this, so I did a little digging. The more digging I did, the worse my fixation became.” Like a dog with a bone.Simon holds his breath. “I just needed a key, and with those photos you provided, well, things just started unraveling.”

“Kate.” He growls because he can’t manage anything else. He’s trying to keep himself still, heart pounding in his chest. Penny coos, like she notices the shift in her dad’s demeanor, and he immediately attends her, thumbing at a smear of applesauce on her cheek.

“I found a SANE exam from a few years ago. Small hospital in southern Colorado, right over the border from Texas. Patient’s name is Jane Doe, but the photos are almost an exact match.” His stomach lurches, dark clouds shadowing his vision, world splitting into blood and rage. Violence.

He didn’t want to be right.

He wanted to it to be anything, anything but this.

Who? 

Is it the same person that choked you? Beat you? Tore your shoulder damn near out of its socket? 

His gaze drifts to Penny.

They'll need to loop Price in, immediately. 

“Can you send it to me?”

“It’s already in your email.” She speeds past, eagerly. “There’s more. I used the photo to run facial recognition on archives in neighboring states and got a host of hits from Texas. You’ll have to visually confirm, but if I’m right, I’ve got positive ID on your girl.”

“How?”

“School. She graduated high school a year before the rest of her class, ended up with a full scholarship to Rice University in Houston, Texas. Went on to get a bioscience degree and graduated from Rice early.” Pride flutters beneath his ribs, honeyed and heavy. Their smart girl. “She ends up at a different school for pre-med but drops out before the first year ends. Not sure what happened but she started an accelerated nursing program, and breezed through it. You should see her transcripts. I don’t think this girl has gotten less than an A+ on anything since kindergarten.”

“Send them over.”

“Already done. After that, she starts work at a local hospital, and then… nothing. Her paper trail stops. Her job disappears. She’s a ghost except for the sealed court records, and now the Jane Doe medical chart, but that didn’t happen until later. The aliases she’s used over the past few years, they’re in the wind. It’s really quite impressive. She’s either got a connection somewhere, or she’s CIA.” Kate is animated, talking quickly, and he interrupts her to get to the question that’s weighing on him, brushing off the latter immediately. You’re not a honeypot. He spots those a mile away.

“You know her name, then. Her birth name?”

“I do.” She’s silent for a moment, and then she gives it softly. First, middle and last.

He closes his eyes. He tries to imagine you as a girl, on the playground, playing tags with other kids, all of them shouting your name, or as a teenager, in a fight with a parent, one of them yelling your name. He pictures you as a uni student, with your friends, laughing and having a good time somewhere, one of them hollering your name over too loud music. You’ve had a whole life with that name, a whole story. You were a person with that name, and he tries to imagine the way it would sound on your tongue, on Johnny’s, even his.

You’re a ghost now, will you let them bring you into the light?

Will you let them help you reclaim it; the way Johnny helped him reclaim his own?

Kate subtly coughs on the other end of the line.

“Thanks, Kate.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll keep digging. Check your email when you get a chance.”

“Will do.”

“Oh! And the hotel, I sent that paperwork to your email as well.” He thanks her, again, tells her to try to enjoy her time off and hangs up just as Penny starts to fidget, unhappy with being in the highchair for so long without attention.

“Alright, lamb. Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?” He pulls her free, showering kisses all over her cheeks and neck that make her giggle. “Can’t be wearin’ your applesauce and pajamas over to John and Lou’s, can you?”

Johnny is anxious. Simon can see it a mile away, even before he gets in the room, he notices how he is fidgets, unspent energy and too much time to dwell culminating in an unsettled state.

So, when he kisses him first thing, he makes it long and slow. He drags Johnny’s bottom lip between his teeth, carefully taking his time until he’s sure his partner is half hard beneath his hospital gown and blanket.

“Si.” Johnny groans, and he relents, pulling away to cradle his face between his hands, taking him in, every line, every fleck of gold in his blue eyes, soaking up the healing, healthy glow that glimmers in his skin.

His doctor says it won’t be long now, until he can come home, and Simon is counting the days.

To have everyone, under one roof, feels like a fever dream.

“Missed you.” Johnny noses into his neck, and Simon reciprocates with a kiss to his temple, his cheek.

“Missed ye too.” He pauses, squeezing his hand. “Pen?”

“Alright. Grumpy this morning. Think she wanted to see you.” She did, he knows it, but he tries not to pile it on. Johnny knows their daughter misses him, as much as he misses her. They’re two peas in a pod, best friends, halves to a whole. They’re both suffering. “Went with Lou and John fine. I’ll bring her in the morning.”

“Good.” He nods, tilting his chin for another kiss, and Simon gives it without hesitation, basking in the warmth and familiar feel  of his skin.

When he clears his throat, he pulls away with a sigh. “How is she?”

“In pain. Shoulder is nearly torn out of the socket, and her neck is in poor shape. I had to help get her into bed, she couldn’t get her shirt off. Emotionally she’s… still got the walls up, but she let them slip for a second last night, before she let me help her. And I caught her crying in front of the fridge. Think the photos of Pen got to her somehow.” His stomach twists, new, horrifying possibility dawning on him. Do you have a child somewhere? 

“Did she get any sleep?”

“She hadn’t come down when I left to take Penny, so I assume so.”

“Good. She needs it.” Simon agrees. After injury, after trauma, body and mind need so much more care. More rest, more nutrients, water, protein. More love.

“Kate called.” He bites the bullet, fingers flexing against his knee. “She found a loose end and tugged it.” Johnny straightens. He���s every bit the solider, even laid up in bed. Waxy, soft features turn razor sharp and focused, except instead of his practiced steadiness, he’s chomping at the bit.

“Tell me.”

Simon does. He tells him everything Kate said, almost verbatim. Johnny’s face changes from worried to enraged when he finally gets to the medical chart.

“No.” Johnny’s whisper is faint, thin, papyrus. Brittle and broken, almost washed away, and Simon doesn’t blame him. The chart is horrific for them, was horrific for him earlier, turned his stomach until he thought he’d be sick.

He’s killed. He’s tortured. But to be there when Johnny revealed the handprinted tender skin on your neck, to be there when you cried out in pain last night, when he saw the scars on your body, the cigarette burns that were so familiar, to look at these photos and know that you’ve been brutalized beyond belief, makes his vision run red and his heart ache.

There’s a ghost in these photos. A different girl, but the same, a glimpse of what he saw last night. Still their bunny, their girl. He can see her, through the broken blood vessels and compound forearm fracture. He can see her past the swollen cheekbone and broken nose, the fresh burns on your stomach and torso. The doctor’s notes indicate that you said you were mugged, and sexually assaulted, but refused to finish the SANE exam and took off.

He's not surprised. 

The first time he saw the burns on your naked skin, he swore he could his mother’s screams, and for the hundredth time today, Simon thinks of her. He wonders, if she ever went to a hospital, if she ever begged anyone to help her, or them. He wonders if someone saw what was happening, how she was slowly disappearing, sinking in on herself, and tried to help. He wonders if she felt as alone as you seem to. If she too, became a ghost.

He looks at these photos and cannot fight the pain, the memories.

“Oh, Si.” Johnny cups his cheek, thumb soothing softly across his skin, trying to wipe away the tears that fall. He can’t stop them, not now, and Johnny does not ask, only holds him through it, lets him cry into his hands, pain and suffering of a small, frightened boy coming out of his body in broken sobs.

He won’t fail you. Not like he did her.

After minutes turn long, he takes a deep breath, pressing his lips to Johnny’s palm, and utters a promise as cold as death. 

“We’ll kill them. Whoever it is.”

[katebishopshands]

Omg I loved the caught in the web, the spider girl x kate trope has my heart! Maybe you could do one where spidergirl and kate are training (maybe in the avengers place idfk yk) and maybe they are trying to keep it a secret from the avengers that they are together but are failing terribly at it. Plus I mean who wouldn't like to see kate bishop training those muscles yk.

TEEHEE KATES MUSCLES MAKE ME DROOL 🤤

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I Can See You

Kate Bishop/Spidergirl!reader

Mini fic !!

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“You’re staring” Kate snaps the band of her leggings over her hips.

“I can’t help it I’m sorry!” You put your foot on the nearest bench in the locker room, tying your shoe and avoiding Kate’s gaze. Your cheeks flushed. You hadn’t realized she had felt your stare while you were getting dressed.

“It’s okay, I think it’s cute” Kate walks up to you, grabbing your hands in hers. She placed your hands on her hips, then slung her arms over your shoulders. Goosebumps prickled over your bare arms, suddenly feeling exposed in the tank top you wore.

Kate looked stunning to say the least. Black hair up in her typical ponytail, a light purple sports bra and dark grey leggings. The archer was always donning her favorite colors but today they seemed to pop on her more.

“You’re doing it again” she leans close to your ear, hands toying with the end of your own ponytail. You suck a breath of air in as you roll your eyes. She was just playing with you at this point. Kate leaned back to look at you. She enjoyed the way your face had heated up and the way she made you squirm.

Gone was the girl that had once suddenly and awkwardly blurted out her love confession while mending your wounds, replaced by the ever cocky and flirty Kate Bishop that you were more aquatinted with before getting into a relationship with her. It was always a game of cat and mouse with you two. Kate flirted, and you fell into her trap.

She had you wrapped around her finger and both of you wouldn’t have it any other way. You gave a squeeze to Kate’s hips as you leaned close to her face.

“I think you’re mean” you said with a pout.

“Oh and why’s that,my sweet spider?” Kate mimics your pout.

“You look like this,” you pull her closer to your body a little harshly, your hips colliding with each other. “You point out how I’m staring, and then you ignore me”

“I am not ignoring you!”

“You have no idea how crazy you drive me, Katie”

You’re about to kiss her, lips just barely grazing the others. She smells like her freshly applied deodorant and whatever gloss she had on her lips.

The door of the locker room opening startles you both. You jump back from the other, putting at least a foot between you.

“Kate Bishop, bug-girl hurry it up! You’re late!” , a Russian lilt belonging to Yelena Belova cuts through the locker room air. The blonde appears arms crossed and looking annoyed.

“Coming!” Kate turns towards yelena with a pep in her step.

“Yknow it’s not bug-girl, its spider gir-“

“Don’t care” Yelena cuts you off as she leads you both out of the locker room.

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Keeping your relationship with Kate a secret from the rest of the Avengers and the others in their circle was difficult.

Kate had gotten you the spot, after talking to Clint about your powers. And the last thing you wanted to do was lose it because someone thought the only reason you were there was because of your girlfriend.

Truthfully, you had worked hard. Picking up any bad guys that weren’t high profile enough for the avengers, dealing with countless injuries and sleepless nights just to keep the city safe. You deserved to be on the team, both you and Kate knew that. But you had both decided it was better if you kept your relationship on the down low for the time being.

The training room was busy Sam spent his time walking around the room, making sure everyone was actually working and not slacking off. Bucky lurked behind him, occasionally gently fixing people’s form.

America Chavez was in the corner kicking the shit out of a boxing dummy, Cassie Lang in the other tinkering with her suit. You had heard in meetings with the team that Sam wanted to make sure his team was as prepared as possible for anything. You all had big shoes to fill, not wanting to disappoint the public.

“Bug-girl you’re with me, Bishop go shoot arrows or something” Yelana gave a half assed wave to Kate, who shot you an apologetic glance.

“I’ll see you when we’re done, yeah? Get pizza after??” Kate attempts to take your mind off of sparring with Yelena, she knew how much the little Russian terrified you. You swallowed nervously as you nodded, following Yelena to the sparring mat.

Squaring up to Yelena half hazardly, your eyes lingered across the room to where Kate was etching an arrow into her bow. You watched intensely as she brought the bow up, pulling back on the string to bring the arrow close to her face. Her back muscles flexed, being exposed in the sports bra she wore. Her fingers locked around the arrow.

Kate licks her lips and takes a breath. You see her whole body shiver slightly before she lets the arrow loose. It lands in the center of the target. A perfect bullseye. She turns her head to look in your direction and smiles at you. The last thing you see before Yelena delivers a blow to the side of your face is Kate Bishops smiling face.

You’re knocked on your ass, Yelena frowning face looking down at you.

“Jesus Christ! What was that for??” You scoff at Yelena as you accept her helping hand up.

“I needed something to get your attention” she shrugs before adjusting your position, beginning to pick apart your fighting stance.

It goes like this for a while. Longer than you wanted it to. Yelena kicks your ass, gives you critique, rinse and repeat. Bucky comes over once in a while and adjusts you a little more gently than Yelena. Hand to hand combat had never been your strong suit, hence the many nights spent patching yourself up. Of course you could throw a punch, but you usually relied on your webs and fancy flips and tricks to get you out of sticky situations. The occasional joke and distraction also played in your favor.

The whole sparring session was filled with fleeting glances towards Kate. You watched as she discussed with America, stopped to grab water, go back to her bow and the archery range. She always greeted you with a mischievous grin. Typically, a glance at Kate resulted in Yelena knocking you down or delivering a punch to somewhere in your body. Thank god for accelerated healing.

“What is your deal today?” Yelena asked you. Her hand on her hip, clearly annoyed. You shrugged, not exactly hearing her. You were too occupied with eye fucking Kate’s back from across the room again. Yelena follows your eyeline.

“Oh bishop..I see”

She looks at you, a plotting look on her face.

“Wait no, Yelena it’s fine I just-“

“Bishop! Get over here!” She yelled across the room before you could complete your sentence. Kate obeys like a dog following commands.

“Ah there we go! Maybe you’ll fight better if it means impressing your girlfriend!” Yelena smiles, clearly feeling like a genius at her plan. Kate flushes at the world ‘girlfriend’

“Yelena she’s not my girlfriend” Kate shoots you a look, to which you give her an apologetic one.

“Don’t care, bishop vs bug-girl!”

Kate shrugs and turns, walking towards the slightly larger sparring mat.

“Are you seriously going to fight me?”

“Well, I don’t want to blow our cover and..I guess if I’m not your girlfriend, it’s okay if I kick your ass” Kate laughs a little, mischief glinting in her blue eyes.

“You know that’s not what I meant” you pout at her. You’re standing facing each other, Kate’s holding your elbows, she gives a loving rub to your arms.

“I know, I know. Don’t cry too hard when I beat you up though, ‘Kay?”

You roll your eyes as you turn and out some distance between the two of you. You sigh, trying to become accustomed to the idea of your girlfriend kicking your ass.

Yelena counts down at the side of the mat, signaling to you when you can both start throwing punches. Right off the bat Kate’s black belt training come through, expertly throwing punches and kicks. You dodge awkwardly, a backflip here, a slide there. It’s more clunky than you want it to be, but it keeps you away from Kate’s fists.

She looks nearly perfect while doing it all, barely breaking a sweat, while you’re left panting and sweating.

“Impressive bug-girl! This is the best I’ve seen you fight all day! Maybe your girlfriend is helping!” Yelena barks from the side of the mat. You pause for a moment. She’s joined by Sam and Bucky, both of their watchful eyes on you and Kate.

“Yelena for the last time she’s not my girlfriend!”

BAM

Your world is spun upside down as you’re launched across the mat. Breath sucked from your lungs, a loud CRACK Reverberating through your skull. You can feel your sweaty skin sticking to the plastic coated mat as you slide to a stop.

The noise of the training room becomes static, your vision fuzzes as you stare up at the LED lights. A splitting pain fills the center of your face. It’s the only thing drawing your attention until a dark figure fills your vision. It’s a girl. It’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen.

It’s Kate

It’s Kate and she’s freaking the fuck out.

“Oh my god” you hear from a distance, or atleast your think it is.

“What’s wrong?” Kate’s cradling your head. You’re suddenly aware of the feeling of a warm liquid trickling down your face.

“Oh my god I just broke your nose” Kate is frantically trying to wipe the blood that’s pouring out of your nose away from your mouth.

“Babe it’s okay” you grin at her as you try to help yourself up into a sitting position.

“But I literally broke your nose” Kate is at a loss of words. She’s frantic as she struggles to find a place for her hands and her energy.

“I know you did, and you won the fight!” You’re a little delirious, just smiling at your pretty girlfriend. Kate is speechless.

“Do I look cool atleast??” You go to feel your busted nose and wince. Kate laughs at you and nods, furrowing her brows a bit.

“The coolest” she helps you to stand up. Slinging your arm over her shoulders and wrapping her arm around your waist. She holds you close to her body before pressing a light kiss to your cheek.

“BARF. Get a room” the two of you turn your head towards where Yelena stood. She was pantomiming sticking her fingers down her throat while making Gaggings sounds. Now you don’t know if this was real, or if maybe you’re concussed as well, but you could’ve sworn you watched Bucky slide Sam a 20$.

“No but seriously, go wash up and get to the infirmary. I don’t want anymore blood on my mat”

Yelena drops the silly act and falls into her typical stone faced, no nonsense voice. Kate side eyes you and shrugs.

“Guess the secrets out”

“I guess so”

You shrug as well, not even caring about the secret at this point, just wanting to stop the flow of blood from your nose.

“Yelena would now be a bad time to tell you that Kate actually IS my girlfriend?”

“OFF THE MAT”

“Right”

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I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for SO long!! So here you go!! Sorry it’s a little dialogue heavy!!

[mosquito-queen]

“what’s your favorite season?”

“i thought you knew everything about me.”

yelena does know most of everything: kate hates the smell of mint, she broke her wrist and collarbone from horseback riding, the sun always shines brighter when she is around. yelena also knows that she will always be hungry to learn more.

it stings when kate snarks at her. because yelena is attempting to dismantle a fortress she has painstakingly built from her own bones, cemented with her blood. each question claws at the walls, unbinds memories she so carefully imprisoned. each question is a decision to bring the possibility of loss back into her life. so it stings when kate teases, even though yelena does the same.

yelena rolls her eyes. she’s shutting down quicker than kate anticipated. kate blurts: “it’s spring, when everything turns green again. what about you?”

she doesn’t expect a response. everything kate knows about yelena she has carefully observed and deduced. she knows: yelena is afraid of halloween even though she won’t admit it, that she’s probably allergic to peanut butter (not proven, but yelena avoids it like the plague), and that the scrunch of yelena’s nose will be kate’s ultimate downfall. she especially knows that yelena does not like to answer personal questions.

except, a fond, nostalgic smile smoothes yelena’s usual frown lines. her favorite season is ohio in winter. she can hear it now: natasha’s rumbling laughter as she drags yelena towards the ice.

“slow down! my shoes aren’t tied!”

“the sun will set before we even get there!”

the backside of natasha’s head is a blue beacon bobbing against the late afternoon’s pillowed sky. two pairs of bright white skates are slung over her shoulder, bouncing with each stride, sunlight glinting on the blades. the sisters race through the shin-high snow towards a small pond nestled just behind their neighborhood. the ice gleams, beckons them closer.

natasha missed yelena’s recital from the previous evening. so had mama. but papa was there, a bear stuffed between smiling grandmas. he had smelled like their perfume afterwards. he had thrown the biggest bouquet of roses on the rink when she was finished, a toothy smile and two thumbs up gleaming in the crowd. yelena could find her papa anywhere. he was always there for her skating. right next to her sister and mother. but they had missed it.

natasha settles on a stone bench near the pond bank. she turns her head to check on her younger sister (she’s still trudging through the last bit of snow) before chucking off her shoes and stuffing on the larger pair of skates. after a few moments, yelena drops onto the bench. she is much more tame in changing her shoes and making sure the ice skates are laced properly. she pauses, steals a glance at natasha.

the older girl is sporting a new welt just below her eye. it is the color of a summer thunderhead, a sinister purple blotting the sky. yelena knows her sister only flares like lightning, never bears rain. yelena is the crier. she could make a new ocean with the crocodile tears that so easily spring to her eyes. she wants to be like her sister. natasha is always so poised and decisive. a calculated perfection. yelena is her shadow, an understudy. except on the ice. on the ice, she is her own spotlight. she is always costumed in cobalt blue during competition and recitals, tiny sparkling beads sewn meticulously into snowflakes. her mother has spent so much time on this outfit. pricking her fingers raw.

yelena wins every competition in this dress made with love and hurt. she practices until she’s perfect, lands every trick, wins every competition. she says thank you to her mother with each carefully executed leap, and spin, and flourish. her mother says i love you by webbing back together the wear and tear, by gently hand washing the costume and keeping it hung on the outside of yelena’s closet door. she sews a new snowflake for each medal her daughter brings home.

natasha is growing impatient, gives yelena an encouraging smile, “ok snegurochka, show me what i missed.”

and yelena does. she wobbles towards the ice, and at first contact slips into her stage persona. on the ice, she closes her eyes, imagines the music reaching across time and space to curl around her, turning her clothes into her usual costume. she imagines the frosted face paint edging the corners of her face, the deep purple eye shadow and white lashes, she imagines herself as the snow maiden. it is her favorite routine. it is her best routine. it is about a girl made of snow and ice, who longs to be amongst the humans. she is lonely, but with a frozen heart she is unable to know love, until her mother takes pity. she grants her this ability, but as soon as she falls in love, she melts from the warmth of her newfound heart.

the routine ends with yelena curled on the ice, natasha clapping and cheering with the ferocity of their father. yelena lays on the ice for a moment longer, lets the cold seep into her bones. she thinks if she really was the snow maiden, she would only want to know what it felt like to love skating. she wouldn’t melt for a dumb boy.

natasha skates out to her, reaches out a hand and brings her back up. they spin and race until the sun dips down towards the rooftops. it’s a perfect day during an ohio winter.

the memory is a blanket that settles around yelena’s shoulders, makes her sleepy and vulnerable. she answers truthfully: “winter.”

a surprised smile crosses kate’s face, quirks the corner of her mouth. it’s yelena’s favorite smile. and it isn’t lost on her that she met kate during the same season. yelena’s gaze is caught too long on kate’s, her pulse thudding in the hallow of her throat. truthfully, her heart had been thawing since the first time they met. she was melting for a dumb girl.

it’s the snow mush in her brain that makes yelena ask, “do you want to go ice skate, kate bishop?”

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

“I can't get over the shoes. She literally found a 2020s version of Diana's shoes. What in the Single White Female.” Is her obsession “healthy”/ intentional or is she straight up (pardon my language) batshit crazy??

No, this isn't healthy. This isn't healthy in the least.

It's one thing if her outfit was just a white top + white pants + blazer, because that's a very stylish and on-trend look. Which is part of the problem with Diana; she was a) a very stylish lady who created and/or participated in a lot of fashion trends and b) her "era" was the first time there was wall-to-wall coverage of how any member of the royal family wore dressed so her fashion is incredibly well-documented.

And because of both those factors, it's inevitable that Kate and Meghan would eventually wear outfits similar to outfits Diana has worn - for instance:

This happens because while fashion trends are cyclical, classic styles (white with polka dots) and classic color combinations (red and purple) endure regardless. This is what her blazer + white outfit look had the potential to be: a coincidental fashion trend.

Where Meghan and Kate get into trouble with Diana's fashion is when their outfits are exact copies of Diana's outfits, which makes it look costumey.

Kate has managed to stay out of that "costume" realm by making nods to Diana but still keeping her own sense of style/self:

But that doesn't mean Kate has totally avoided the costume realm. She does have outfits that make you side-eye her as well, but Kate is largely able to avoid the Diana comparisons by being able to point to these similarities as being part of her Kate's personal style: coat dresses and patterned dresses, which we see her wear regularly and consistently.

Unlike Meghan. We know this classic, traditional, British look isn't her own personal style or fashion sense because of what we normally see her in: neutrals, virtue-signalling messages, and more laid-back/casual. So when she does pull out a look eerily Diana-like, it becomes more costumey and much harder to forgive. It looks intentional. Obsessive, one might say.

So getting back to the original point - Meghan's unhealthy obsession with mimicking Diana's wardrobe. What makes her white outfit + blazer choice unhinged is having the same (or similar) loafer-style shoes. If she had literally worn any other kind of shoe - her usual 6in stilettos or flats or sneakers - it wouldn't be an issue.

But that she (or someone close to her) decided to find that specific shoe and wear it with that specific outfit? It's intentional, borderline obsessive. And not in a healthy way. It's not a "oops, we wore the same outfit" like this:

It's not a "haha Kate gets style inspiration from Diana" goof like this:

It isn't a "sweet nod to Diana" like all the times Meghan has worn her jewelry either:

It's "wow, that's a little extreme" because it's shoes. And I'm sorry but when you're copying someone's shoes from a specific outfit, that's not a coincidence.

Meghan thinks she's being clever when she does things like this. We know she likes the SEO boost she gets when she links herself to Diana. We know she likes any/all kinds of attention, good or bad. But honestly when she gets to that level of detail concerning Diana's outfits, it just makes her look certifiable. It also makes a lot of people worry about Archie and Lili and not in the way that Meghan wants us to think of her children.

[himalia-aesthetics]

Whimsical Gothic Aesthetic

The Whimsigoth aesthetic isn’t quite goth or quite bohemian, but blends together aspects of each. This aesthetic was conjured out of the 70s, 80s, and 90s with witchy influences showcased in a plethora of movies and television shows. Free spirited individuals with interests in astrology or witchcraft may feel called to this aesthetic. 

Visuals:

Stained Glass 

The Night Sky

Well Worn Rugs 

Brass/Gold Candle holders 

Velvet 

The Moon

Black Cats

Crystals 

Vining Plants 

The Sun

Candles

Antique Rings 

Cozy Fireplaces

The Stars

Key Colors:

Black

Emerald Green

Gold

Deep Blue

Burnt Orange

Silver

Ruby Red

Purple

Bronze

Dark Teal

Yellow

Clothing:

Tops:

Corsets 

Tank Tops 

Flowing Long Sleeves

Blouses

Mesh Tops (Long/Short Sleeves) 

Velvet Tops (Long/Short Sleeves)

Lace/Lace Trimmed Tops (Long/Short Sleeves)

Bottoms:

Skirts 

Trousers 

Jeans 

Corduroy (Trousers/Skirts)

One Pieces:

Dresses

Jumpsuits 

Bodysuits 

Overalls

Outerwear:

Cardigans 

Leather jackets 

Fur Trimmed Coats

Shawls

Shoes:

Doc Marten Boots

Platform Boots

High Heel Boots

Doc Marten Loafers

Platform sandals 

Accessories:

Layered Necklaces 

Metal Belts 

Vintage/Antique Rings

Bracelets 

Dangle Earrings 

Beauty:

Dark Lipstick 

Eyeliner 

Mascara

Media/Music:

Movies:

The Craft 

Practical Magic

Coraline 

Halloweentown

Labyrinth

Alice in Wonderland 

Buffy the Vampire Slayer 

The Corpse BrideW

Edward Scissorhands 

Hocus Pocus 

Shows:

Charmed

Sabrina the Teenage Witch 

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Twin Peaks 

The Owl House

The Vampire Diaries

Playlists:

Whimsigothic by nataile

Whimsigothic by buffn

90s Ethereal Whimsigothic by Teleglam Sam 

90s Witch by linnett

YouTube:

Let’s Explore the Whimsigothic Aesthetic Origins, Breakdown, Outfits, Analysis by beepworld

Styling Whimsigoth Outfits with me | Talking About Thrifting by Amber Triana 

Is Whisigoth the 90s Witchy Bohemian Reborn by Teresa’s Chaotic Corner

Style Analysis: FairyGrunge and Whimsigoth by Dion the Taurus 

Authors:

Holly Black 

Kate Pentecost

Emily X.R. Pan

Adalyn Grace

Hobbies/Activities:

Studying Astrology 

Reading 

Painting 

Collecting Crystals 

Tarot Reading 

Thrift Shopping

Aromatherapy 

Gardening 

Listening to Music

Spellwork 

Related Aesthetics:

Bohemian 

Fairycore

Renaissance 

Witchcore 

Gothic 

Cottagecore

[lotsofsq]

HEIGHT CHART!!! i love charts!!

this includes my headcanons for height, age, and appearance at the time of book 3 TPD. plus’s an eyeball close up :)

[IDs copied on alt text: four images, three are colored close ups of; the four kids, mr benedict and his older daughters, and mccracken mr curtain and sq. the fourth is a long image with sketches of all of them in a row.

first a colored drawing of the four kids, standing against lines of one foot intervals.

kate is 5’4 and 15, she is standing with her hands on her hips, coping constance who is doing the same, and is wearing a white and red striped shirt, jeans, and red sneakers. her red bucket is attached at the hip. she has long blonde hair in a high ponytail, and light skin. the closeup on her eye shows it is mirthful and a murky blue color. her eyebrows are thick but blonde.

constance is 3’6 and 5, she is also standing hands on hips but with a grumpy expression. she is wearing a yellow and red dress over blue leggings and has on red rain boots, she has a red hair clip and her globe necklace. her hair is very light and whispy and her skin is pale but rosy, the eye closeup shows her eyes are small and very light blue.

sticky is 5’1 and 14, he is standing straight and is wearing a blue sweater with a white color and white pants. his head is bald and he has circular glasses and a nervous expression, his skin is a medium brown. the close up on his eye shows that they are round and open.

reynie his 5’0 and 14, he is standing straight and is wearing a green sweater vest over a white short sleeve collared shirt, his pants are brown slacks. his hair is dark brown and his skin is tan and very freckled. the closeup of his eyes shows it is more asian looking with a monolid, his eyebrows becoming thicker at the ends.

the second drawing is of mr benedict and his eldest daughters standing against lines of one foot intervals.

Mr Benedict is 5’6 and 52, he is wearing a green plaid suit with dark lines over a lighter base, under he has on a green vest, a white collar shirt and a black tie. he has an amused expression and white wavy hair, he has on glasses and has stubble. he has light skin but it’s slightly darker than kate’s. his eye closeup shows green eyes with smile lines and deep set eyes, plus white eyebrows.

rhonda is 5’1 and 28, she is wearing a blue cardigan over a pink shirt and purple jeans. her socks are yellow in maryjane shoes. she has a cheeky expression and her hair is in long black braids, her skin is very dark brown. in her eye closeup she has thick eyebrows and prominent lower lashes.

Number Two is 6’1 and 32, she is wearing a 1920’s esc outfit, all in pencil yellow. her outfit is very boxy and the pleats on her skirt resemble the edges of a pencil. she is wearing yellow boot covers and silver necklaces, reminiscent of the metal part of the eraser. her blouse is framed like the tip of a pencil from the deep v of her blazer and the white color with a hint of black at the point. she has rusty red hair styled in finger waves and pronounced eyebags. her skin is light but with yellow undertones. her eye close up shows simply stylized eyes and thin eyebrows.

the third drawing has McCracken Mr curtain and SQ against lines of one foot intervals.

McCracken is 7’0 and 35, he is wearing an all black suit and and two watches. he is drawn with the symmetry tool which adds creepiness and has brown pushed back hair, pale blue eyes and light skin. he has no eye closeup.

Mr Curtain is 5’6 and 52, he is wearing a green plaid suit with light lines over a darker base, under he has on a green vest, a white collar shirt and a black tie. he has a grumpy expression and white slicked back hair, he is clean shaven. he has light skin but it’s slightly darker than kate’s. his eye closeup shows green eyes with furrowed eyebrows and deep set eyes, plus he is squinting.

SQ is 6’5 and 27, he is wearing a tan and orange t shirt, blue jeans and big boots. he is standing with his hands in front of himself and a pleasant expression. his hair is curly and dark brown and his skin is pale and freckled and his cheeks are rosy, he has arm hair visible, since he has short sleeves. his eye closeup shows thick eyebrows and downturned eyes with a heavy lid, they look half closed.

the long drawing has the same lines, but no coloring in. all characters are against the foot interval lines and have colored line art. both twins and reynie are in green, sticky and sq are in blue, kate and number two are in yellow, constance is in red, rhonda is in pink and mccracken is in black.]

[4aceclover]

Shadow house outfits (slight manga spoilers)

Anybody who has seen shadows house knows about the outfits that Emilio and her Shadow Master's friends where but many people are still confused as to how they got these outfits or more specifically the inspiration behind these outfits

Well the manga itself actually has a cover page showcasing the shadow Masters outfits in great detail so instead of a character breakdown I'm going to do an outfit breakdown and how each shadow master's outfit is connected to their living dolls previous outfits.

This post will be a breakdown of each of those outfits as best as I can

The Shadowmasters outfits

Kate

Kate's outfit is mostly based off of a rose in both color and hair accessories, the elements of her outfit maintain

Her under shirt

Her top coat

Her dress

Her Petty skirt

White socks and red shoes

And most importantly her red rose hair clips

John

Despite the limited space we actually get a good idea of what John actually wears it's just as wild as him

His undershirt

A blue coat

His blue pants

And his white socks and blue shoes

Shirley

A more simpler outfit but still packed with a lot of importance mostly based off of the flowers of yarrow coliseum and lavender

Her undershirt

Her Petty skirt like pants

Her lavender dress

Her yarrow hair clip

Her lavender bow (fun fact about this I'll get to later)

And her white socks and purple shoes

Patrick

His outfit ironically enough reminds me of a lucky clover and his love for flowers definitely makes this outlet all the more ironic

His green top

His shoulder pads that have a white bow

His brown pants

His white socks and black shoes

(surprisingly one of the only ones to not have an undershirt)

Louise

And finally we have Louise a bit more simple but still extravagant at the same time must be pretty hard to do exercise and that kind of dress

The striped under dress

Her main dress

Her black shoes

Her signature flower is a yellow gerbera daisy which is all over her outfit, her neckline waist and shoes

Most importantly her gerbera hair clip

Each of these outfits look very extravagant and very fancy despite it needing quite a bit of assembly but where did the inspiration for the outfits come from where the shadows house get such amazing ideas well why not from the children they stole these ideas from

The living dolls selection outfits (spoiler warning)

Anybody who's seen shadows houses manga knows that before entering the house these were just regular kids and for the selection these were the outfits that they are wearing a special breakdown is an order

(for this section I'll be referring to them by their living doll and normal names they're living doll names will be highlighted in their respective color. I'm also going on based off what I'm seeing in this photo so apologies if I get a few things wrong or miss something)

Louise / Lou

As you can clearly see before entering the house Lou had a much different outfit and completely different personality

There seems to be a layer under her dress

Then there's the yellow main dress

Yellow shoes

A bow like headband

The middle of the bow seems to have something puffy in it

Patrick/ Ricky

Despite the clothes looking pretty simple Ricky makes it clear that these clothes that he was wearing were of high class (must have cost a lot of money)

An undershirt

His green vest like coat

Brown shorts

Darker brown shoes

John / Shaun

Still a bit confused on how they managed to get master John's outfit from this but here we are Shaun's outfit is the exact opposite of John

A simple white shirt

Blue overalls

Blue pants

Brown shoes

No glasses (important for later)

Shirley / Rum

Definitely a cute outfit you can see more similarities with this Rum's than the others

Lavender top dress

A gray like underskirt

Light purple shoes

Two light purple berets

A gray bow close to the left pocket

A lavender bow (important for later)

Kate / Emilico

By far this is one of the more fancier outfits if not the biggest difference in both color and design

Long pink dress

Short pink top coat

Pink cap in her hands

Two pink hair ties

Pink shoes

This is where the shadow house got the ideas for the future shadows outfits from these outfits the kids wore during the selection look at all the similarities between the color choices and the position of hair accessories for example the girls flower choices heck even the design of the outfit themselves could have been influenced by this

For example both Rum and Shirley wear short lavender based dresses while Louise and Lou both wear long yellow dresses with cute yellow hair accessories, compare that to Patrick who looks like he's wearing a green flock like coat to Ricky's outfit where he looks like he's wearing a sweater vest and seriously John and Shaun how do we go from overalls to a fancy coat

The most obvious differences being Kate and Emilco but I'm not going to explain that spoiler just yet, besides the colors being obviously different the length of the dresses are different too and Kate doesn't have a cap like a Emilico did

Fun facts

The lavender bow on Mistress Shirley's finger actually belonged to Rum before she entered the house, when she entered instead of it being replaced like Lou's bow like headband it was just transferred over to Mistress Shirley and she received a darker colored version of rummy's bow

The reason why Shaun isn't seen wearing his glasses throughout the show and manga is because during the selection he chose not to wear them in order to have a higher chance of being picked which is why Master John doesn't need glasses

Ricky's hair wasn't always swooped back it actually used to cover one of his eyes as bangs that were more skewed to one side of his face but in order to look more professional he slicked it back thanks to his sister

It confused me why they replaced Lou's accessory until I looked closer, it's not a simple bow like Rum's it's actually a bow connected to a headband and while headbands do exist in the shadows house evident by Maggie and Margaret once like hers probably don't exist so they compromised by making it a bit more simple

Isn't it a bit interesting that despite the colors in Shadow's house being all over the rainbow they purposely gave Emilico a pink dress while they gave Kate a red dress (potential for a future post)

[ghost-in-the-hella]

Day 23: "Wedding attire" from the Shiptober prompt list, featuring marshfield (with a hint of possible pricemarshfield?) from Life is Strange.

Update: Since Shiptober's prompt for the 24th is "Til death do us part" and I put at least two prompts' worth of work into this one, I'm calling this the art for the 24th as well as the 23rd. Life's too short.

[Image ID: Digital illustration of Kate Marsh, Chloe Price, and Max Caulfield from Life is Strange, aged up to their 20s. Kate is wearing a simple, sleeveless wedding dress and has her hair up in a bun with braids. Max stands opposite her, wearing a green tuxedo jacket over a green plaid kilt and light brown wingtip shoes. Their hair is cropped short and swept back. Chloe stands in the middle, binding Kate's right hand to Max's left with a decorated ribbon. She is wearing a dark blue suit with a purple necktie and cummerbund. Her hair is the same colors as in canon - blue and purple with blonde roots - but has a side shave revealing one pierced ear, decorated with two hoops and Rachel's blue feather earring. End image description.]

[beheadedcousins]

Farrah headcanons

her favorite color is purple

wears contacts

she is very observant even when people think she isn't

mostly quiet at school

pushes people away so they don't hurt her

she fidgets with her hands and hair all the time

she likes the scream franchise (1-6) and a nightmare on elm street franchise

has autism and adhd (she doesn't know she is autistic though. her parents never told her)

she can't spell worth shit on her phone sober and drunk

always says she's fine even when she isn't (even before her drinking problem started)

is good at drawing and writing

has had purple streaks in her hair (her braids)

she has doodled on one pair of her shoes

actually does pretty well in school when she wants to

she is smart and she is dumb

loves to cause a bit of chaos during cheer practice

watches cartoons

her fave character from she-ra princesses of power is glimmer

loves teasing annleigh

she loves so much and that's why she tries so hard to get annleigh to let her in

unlabeled because she hasn't given it much thought but she is not straight

she has a unrequited crush on kate and by now she wishes it would go away

she has a dark sense of humor

her and annleigh bond over making houses in the sims 4 (ex: carynandconniegaming)

likes the disney's frozen movies and the disney descendants movies and can quote them

she loves musicals (2 of her faves are six and the outsiders musical)

has a huge collection of plushies

one of her favorites is a build a bear that annleigh made for her

paints her fingernails black or purple when she does it

her and annleigh have friendship bracelets for each other

loves her pet cat (named butter?)

absolutely has parents issues

has a bad sleep schedule

loves to play cozy video games and pokémon

can braid her own hair but loves when annleigh does it (so she doesn't braid her own hair that much)

has gone to school and practice with her hair down a few times

when she has a nightmare she goes to annleigh's room to sleep

loves scooby doo

has read and loved becky albertalli's books and the outsiders

has abandonment issues

holds grudges for longer than needed too

competitive when playing games

enjoys being a cheerleader even if riley annoys her

she enjoys listening to nf, mgk, yungblud, simple plan, olivia rodrigo, sabrina carpenter, taylor swift, avril lavigne, and chappell roan

[zorilleerrant]

but pursuant to that post about Brucie Wayne being slutty Batman for Halloween. okay. imagine Gothamites voted in some news channel poll or other. and demanded the Waynes dress up as the Batfam. so they're doing it for charity. ok

Bruce: slutty Batman. choker. bat ear headband. eye shadow

Kate: straight up showed up in leather pants and a bustier. they're not even the right color. her necklace is an official Batwoman product but it's also just a bat on a chain. she did a swirl in her eyeliner to mimic a domino mask. at least she's wearing the right wig.

Beth: Harley Quinn, and getting a lot of flack for it. it's not actually Harley's clothes, but Harley did help her pick them out. it's, like, Batfam Harley, tho, not villain Harley (why are people being so mean when she intentionally didn't dress as Red Alice)

Dick: custom tux designed to be Nightwing blue and black. fitted. gorgeous. little gloves with fingerstripes. actually wearing the same eyeshadow as Bruce and they gave each other dirty looks over it

Luke: an old suit he had, covered in LEDs because he finally got a chance to play with making a lightup suit. no it doesn't do anything but it does have a really convincing Batwing profile, especially once you spotlight him and look at his shadow. he has a domino on to complete the look. it also has LEDs

Jason: not wearing a costume. forgot. also showed up in his red hoodie and leather coat so

Tim: regular tux. Hello My Name Is Red Robin sticker

Steph: easter bunny suit she got on sale (can you believe that??) spray painted purple and with a bat stuck on the front in gold glitter. no it is not sealed yes it is falling everywhere

Cass: totally normal ballgown, not custom made (but fitted). originally Halloween themed, so it does have bats on it, as well as spiders and spiderwebs, in tasteful beads and embroidery. there's a silvery spiderweb collar on it that arguably passes for a Batsymbol. masquerade mask with lots of swirls, black arm length gloves, no her shoes don't have heels but you can't see them either

Damian: his actual Robin costume. refused to wear anything less than the best, plus convenient once something goes wrong. keeps getting corrected on details all night

Duke: cheapest grocery store Signal costume he could find, all foam and weird pointy plastic bits. too small of course, so he added in extra fabric. it is silk. it is NOT the same yellow.

Claire: Gotham Girl themed dress that wasn't intended as a costume, it's just a tennis dress that's in the right colors and patterns. also a hoodie that was originally a Batman hoodie and has an iron-on patch on top of the Batman logo. plus these cool boots she found

Helena: thought they were taking this seriously. is alternately laughing and annoyed. actually contacted a semi-professional cosplayer and commissioned a Huntress costume and appeared in multiple process videos, did a whole promotional photoshoot. she has won an award for it

Babs: carboard boxes that look sort of robot-y with a carefully painted Oracle face, part of a series of projects the library did in the lead-up to this charity event, where kids and teens could make their own costumes. and they wanted to make one for Babs

Alfred: the Batmobile. hand stitched. felt

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

it’s dickate brain rot anon back AGAIN to say: oliver and kate cannot stand each other but kate and roy are bros… and it’s objectively hilarious because their mentor/mentee relationships are basically the inverse of one another so kate SHOULD like oliver because he’s her parallel— someone with wealth and privilege who had a change of heart, who fights for the little guy.

i don't know ANYTHING about roy but what I DO know is that in a kate/jason universe roy is basically like "if you ever break up i'll start dating both of you...ha ha...just kidding...unless???" they can never figure out if he's joking or if he actually wants to date both of them or if he wants a threesome or if he's actually kidding?????? ROY?????

roy is actually the one who physically separates kate and oliver. dick is too busy laughing to help.

and it's not like a deep moral hatred or anything? they are worsties. they are so petty to each other, at some point oliver wears a deep purple suit to a fancy thing and kate is SEETHING because he KNOWS THAT IS HER COLOR, dick is honestly just confused because when he wears purple kate is like "haha mineee :D" does oliver have some weird crush on kate? is that what this is?

"THAT'S DIFFERENT" kate informs him before attempting to take off her heels which dick puts a stop to immediately because she is absolutely going to weaponize those shoes against oliver. roy cannot stop laughing

idk i think they've be really good friends. maybe they'd have a PI agency together, they are road trip buddies, they swap trick arrows, the only time kate and oliver can be less than five feet apart is if something happens to roy, in which case they a.) violently kick the ass of whatever injured roy and b.) manage to be in roy's hospital room at the same time. as soon as he's discharged it is TRUCE OVER

[fancyschmancyopinions]

KATE HUDSON at the premiere of “Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery” at the 45th Annual Mill Valley Film Festival on October 6th 2022 wearing ERDEM

It’s been so exciting for me to see Kate at so many events as she’s promoting “Glass Onion”. I love her style. It’s a great mix of fun and unexpected, while still being very pretty and flattering. She keeps things interesting, and always manages to look amazing.

I really loved this dress. I thought the dress pattern looked so delicate and pretty, I’m a sucker for flower patterns. The satin green straps slightly look like bra straps, but I like the bit of color so much that it doesn’t matter. I think the tight fit of the dress, and that it ends mid calf. It looks perfect on Kate.

Kate wore her hair half up and half done, it helped show off the dress beautifully. I also love that she wore a bow in her hair, I think it’s a cute addition. Her shoes were a blueish/ purple, and while I’m not sure the color really worked with the dress, I thought the color was super pretty. Overall, another great look from Kate.

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Mike and Jason were not getting along. It was nothing major. Just them being brothers. Jason didn’t like him intruding into his personal life while Mike didn’t care for him hooking up with random men. He didn’t say anything about him hooking up with a guy at the club. It was on his face that something happened. They got into an argument, while Bria and Joe went to ask for more towels. It was cut short when they came back with news that the towels were being washed.

They would have to check back later. That was fine. They could ask about them later. They all wanted to go shopping, so they all got ready to go. She pointed at the brothers. No fighting on vacation. They both agreed to that. Their conversation would have to wait until they got home. It would give them both time to think, instead of acting on emotions.

The Dubai Mall was not just a mall. It had so much more, including an ice skating rink. They grabbed a taxi that took them to the mall. It was huge and it had more than just shopping and food! It also had an ice skating rink. There was a map showing all of the twelve thousand plus stores and restaurants, including where they were located. It was written in Arabic, so they couldn’t translate it. They decided to just walk around and see what they could find.

Jason jokingly asked her if she was going to fill the plane with her purchases. No. He laughed. The boys had fun looking at clothes, shoes, and accessories for men. It was a lot more than what they had in America. It was way too expensive, though. Oh, well. It was still fun to look at and try on. They took pictures of each other.

Bria found one of her favorite stores. Kate Spade. Why was it her favorite? She loved the colorful designs. It was also less expensive than other luxury brands. They had to agree it was very colorful, though they couldn’t tell one handbag from another. She found the one she had her eye on. It was a beautiful purple color. She looked at the price tag. It was 910.77 AED. They calculated the difference in American money. It was about $248.

That was cheap. How the hell was that cheap?

“A handbag like this at the more expensive brands costs over a thousand dollars, especially since it’s leather and big.”

“Bria, you know that means nothing to us”, Joe said.

“A Ferrari costs a hundred thousand dollars. A Toyota costs a thousand dollars. This is a Toyota.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

That made it simple to understand. They were guys, so they knew nothing about handbags.

Meow. Woody was high above the dogs. Haha, you can’t get me! He climbed up the stairs to the perch above the door. Buddy and Missy looked up at him. How did you get up there? Buddy tried climbing up, but his legs were too short. That damn cat! Missy told him not to bother. He grumbled as he went back to the toys.

He was playing with a stuffed squirrel. It squeaked when he bit down into its stomach. He pretended it was a real squirrel that he had caught. Maybe someday he would catch one. They were always too fast. It was as if they were taunting him as they looked down at him from the trees. Haha! You can’t catch me, dog! He growled. Bark! Bark! Since they were indoors, he would have to make do with the toys. At least they gave him something to chew on.

They went out earlier to use the bathroom and run around. That was always a lot of fun! He loved running around! His little legs had to move. The yard had high fencing to keep coyotes and other predators out. The cat didn’t get to go outside. He was happy he was a dog. When they came back in, he got some water because running around made him thirsty. Yum! Yum!

Now the damn cat was taunting him. Their human should get more dogs for them to play with. Bark! Bark! Missy was barking at the humans walking by. Hi, humans! Her tail wagged because she wanted to say hi to them. She pawed at the door. One of them stopped and said hello to her through the glass. He opened the door and came over to them. Hi, human! Hi, human! Woody made his presence known by pawing at his head. He looked up at him with a smile.

“What are you doing up there? Are you hanging out?”

Yes, I am. He scratched his arm. When he left, he used his paw to clean his face.

The Burj Khalifa, or the world’s tallest skyscraper. They took the elevator up to the top. It was 2,716.5 feet tall. When they looked out the windows, they could see for miles! They were surrounded by desert on all sides. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. They all took pictures of the view and of each other. When they got home, they would have to get their pictures developed. Then they could have the memories with them forever.

When they got back down, she received a phone call from Brad asking if she was in town. No, she was in Dubai.

“Oh, yeah. I forgot. Who went with you?”

“Mike, Jason, and Joe. We’re staying for a week and a half. What’s going on?”

“I wanted to tell you this in person but since I’m talking to you now, Rob and I broke up.”

“Oh no. I’m sorry. Do you need a place to stay? I have an extra key.”

“Thank you. We’re going to remain friends. If that’s okay with you.”

“Don’t worry about it. Make yourself at home. The only thing you will need is groceries.”

She let him know where her spare key was hidden. Where were her pets? She boarded them. Okay. He would text her when he got inside. The boys wanted to know what happened. Brad was staying at her place because he and Rob broke up. They were devastated to hear that. Mike had a feeling that he knew what happened. They couldn’t agree on having children or getting married.

They were best friends, so he didn’t think it had been a messy breakup. Still, breakups sucked even if they were mutual. He would text him later to see how he was doing. Since they were all hungry, they went down to the restaurants.

Brad would miss having Rob as his boyfriend. They were both adults and they would not let their breakup affect the band. It was just something they needed to work through separately. Rob assured him he would be okay. If he needed anything, he would call Phoenix. Okay. Why did they break up? They couldn’t agree on adopting children or getting married. They tried everything, including negotiating. Eventually, they had to realize they were not going to agree.

Bria’s house was quiet. It was strange because he expected to hear her dogs barking. They were being boarded while she was gone. He kind of wished he hadn’t declined to go to Dubai. Oh, well. Maybe he would get to go there someday.

He couldn’t wait to hear about the trip! As he put his bag away in the garage guest apartment, he looked around. How did he get so lucky to have a friend like Bria? He sat down at the table and thought about what he would do for dinner. As he was thinking, he got a call from Phoenix. He just heard from Rob and wanted to make sure he was okay. No, but he would be eventually. He invited him to hang out with him and Linsey. Yeah, he was on his way.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

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PUC File #1: Fromer Danganronpa Scientist

Name:

 Kathleen “Kate” Chemical

Age: late 20s to early 30s

Sex: Female

Sexuality: Omnisexuality

Birthday: June 9

Physical Description: She has been described as a 6'3 ft tall woman who seems to be in her Early 20s. She has wavy, dark, desaturated purple hair that is pinned up in a weird way. People said it looked like it was folded twice before being pinned to the back of her head, The ends being able to be seen poking up. She is said to have fair skin. She wears a sleeveless sweater with a forest green turtleneck; blue jeans; forest green Tennis shoes; and a lab coat with stickers and drawings made with markers on it from the younger PUCs. She has a pair of black rim glasses with a little mask charm hanging down from the left side of her glasses. Oddly enough, her eye color is white and her eyes seem to almost always be half open. She have a ID badge with the words "Team Danganronpa" Scratch out

Information on Kathleen: She was often called a child prodigy by those who knew her in her youth, skipping multiple grade levels throughout her life. Her mother was a former stage actress of a show that has now been forgotten to time and her father was a biologist before he got married to Mrs. Chemical. They both quit their old jobs to get married and start a small pizzeria together. Kathleen herself was an only child, but a very smart one. She studied a lot, almost all day if it wasn't for her family and her two late best friends.

She only had two friends in her life. One we couldn't find the name of and Bonnie Plushie. The only information we could find on the unnamed one was that she was murdered at the age of 11. The murderer wasn't found but Kathleen Chemical was there when it happened. Kathleen stated that they wanted to help their friend Bonnie but the plan went down hill. She wasn't able to say much about the event or what exactly happened. She was injured as well, stabbed 23 times with a piece of glass. She had to get surgery to save her life that day.

Years later, at the age of 17, She dropped out of College due to bullying that was bouldering on harassment. She was studying Chemistry and Affective Science at the time when she first joined Team Danganronpa. A few years after joining the company, she gained a reputation in Team Danganronpa for being cold and cruel, doing whatever the company asked her to without question. Around this time, The last killing game happens and a year or two after, She was asked to create children with the DNA of those who died in the few killing games there were. She agreed, never asking why. She first made the Prototype, a boy with her own DNA to see if there was a way to make a child using the DNA of only one person so she wouldn't have to pair people together. It was successful but the child wasn't exactly normal, not that it mattered as it was his Scorpion tail that made the company like him. She made the PUCs and took care of the ones who hatched. Her time with these kids is what made her come to her senses and made her abandon the company, taking almost all of them with her.

Now these days, She is doing her best to take care of them all. She is still closed off but a lot more friendlier than she was in her past. She is now a workaholic though, working hard to make sure the PUCs could live a hopefully better life than their time at Team Danganopra.

Extra Information: Kathleen prefers to be call "Kate". She likes bitter foods over sweets, and she isn't able to have children naturally

[anatomieblogs]

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