#lend my man some accessories

[ddodol]

when did his earring (singular) make a comeback :((

[vxnuslogy]

🍿lights, camera, action .ᐟ

chapter 1 — red suit

— prev | masterlist | next

“what the hell is going on?” was all you could say as you entered your co-star’s dressing room with a half empty coffee cup.

adam looked like he was on the verge of killing someone, sera was looking at him disapprovingly, emily looked so lost and confused, and lute was recording with her phone. they all looked over at you briefly but shifted their focus on adam when he ultimately decided to continue his little hissy fit.

“i am not doing that fucking interview with him!” to further emphasize his anger he threw a middle finger when alastor’s face came on the small tv screen in the dressing room. you only raised a bemused brow before setting your things down beside lute.

“soooo,” you stretch your legs and throw the girl beside you a smile, “what’s gotten your boss so out of sorts at 6 in the evening?” lute let out a chortle before readjusting the phone she held in her hands. “he doesn’t want to do the interview.” you wanted to ask more, but the shoe that was sent flying just over your head had you shutting up. 

“this is where you come in, my dear friend.” a shiver went up your spine when a familiar arm swung around your shoulders. tufts of white hair loosely tied in a ponytail paired with blue eyes slotted himself in front of you. “and how exactly am i supposed to do about…” you awkwardly gesture your hands in adam’s direction who is now holding one of your props – a silver sword you’re supposed to use in the next episode – in his hands. flinging the thing around, threatening to put someone in a coma with the way he was using it.

the way azrail grinned at you made you slightly regret coming to this dressing room after multiple sos messages emily had sent you earlier.

“because you will be taking his spot in the interview!”

the color from your face was drained and the smile on your lips began to twitch, threatening to fall apart with how azrail had started to drag you up from your seat and in the direction of his hair and makeup artist.

“says who?!” you shout in protest, trying to pry your poor wrist away from your supposed bodyguard. 

“says me!”  

you’ll have to talk with your scriptwriter and convince them to allow you to throw azrail into hell.

───── ✦ ─────

“we’re going live in 20… 19.. 18..”

you only sigh exasperatedly. arms crossed over your chest as you tried your best to beg sera and emily to get you out of this situation despite it being too late. in the blink of an eye, you had been seated in the chair right in front of azrail’s makeup artist, trying her best to put together a simple look for you while you had tried to claw at the man beside you.

now here you were, standing backstage with one of the managers offering you a smile as you shifted from one foot to another to quench the bubbling nervousness that began to form in the pit of your stomach. the backstage was a lot bigger than you expected, it had a full body mirror right where you were situated, so you took this chance to fully soak in what you were dressed in.

your hair was in its usual hairstyle but what stood out was the bright red shirt you wore that was a size bigger than you. the sleeves hang loosely in your arms but the black vest you wore over it somehow balanced it out. paired with some black slacks and shoes, and the gold accessories – your earrings, belt and bracelets adam was kind enough to lend you made the overall outfit very put together.

“going live in 10.. 9… 8..”

“are you ready?” the manager had asked you, pressing a finger to the in-ear she wore. taking a deep breath you nodded. “ready.”

“lights, camera, and action!”

───── ✦ ─────

to say you were entertained was an understatement, you were wholly enjoying your time with the man clad in a somewhat matching red suit that sat beside you. with his hair styled to the side - a few loose curls escaping - and his dapper red suit truly made you realize how much the color red suited him.

alastor was just as charming as the media presented him. you were slightly worried about how your interactions would go, after all, you didn’t know him besides the times you’d see him on tv, and even in those times adam would never fail to situate himself in front of the tv screen and flip it off. but so far, you hadn’t felt the slightest bit awkward. you, him, and the host glided from one question to another, laughing here and there whenever he cracked a little joke or pun and you wouldn’t fail to add a quip of your own.

“but i must admit, it is quite a surprise.” the host said, his hands rubbing at his chin in curiosity. “i was informed that adam would be the one to attend this interview! oh but of course, i don’t mind you replacing him, [name].”

you only laugh, crossing your leg over the other as you make yourself comfortable on the sofa. pushing away the stray hair that fell over your face, you answer the man in an amused smile, “i didn’t expect to be sitting here myself! emy had sent a few messages saying she needed help with something. i didn’t think what she needed help with was finding adam a substitute.”

“and you were the candidate?”

“unfortunately.” you roll your eyes when you catch a glimpse of adam flipping you off backstage. azrail holding in his laugh and throwing you a thumbs-up. leaning over to grab the cup placed atop the coffee table, you stop mid-sip when you hear your co-star laugh lightly beside you. you raise a brow, a smile breaking from your features, “what? finding my demise funny?”

alastor chuckles along with the crowd. you’ve already lost count of how many times you’ve rolled your eyes tonight. clearing his throat, you set your cup down and slightly turned to him, “but of course not! what kind of gentleman would i be to laugh at a poor soul’s misery. especially if it was caused by someone like adam.”

you laugh at that comment. “but it would suit your character, actually,” you say. “should i feel nervous that the infamous radio demon is now sitting beside me?”

you couldn’t help the way your grin grew wider, your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling too much, as his eyebrows raised in entertainment at your comment. alastor sighed dramatically, shaking his head back and forth with his fingers pressed into his forehead. 

“fear not, my dear! i’m not as bad as some people may say.” his brown eyes were shaped like little crescents because of the smile on his face. “though i have to admit, not very many people stay as calm and cool-headed as you when they first interact with me.” somehow his smile grew wider, “you are certainly one of a kind.” he mutters to you when he picks up your hand and presses a soft peck on your knuckles.

“don’t listen to a fucking word he says!”

the two of you look at each other briefly before bursting out laughing, your hand still in his all the while. streams of curses, laughter, and lectures could be heard from backstage as you and alastor try to fight off the bubbling giggles from your throats.

“now, pray to tell,” you turn to alastor with an amused smile. “what did you do to adam to have him not turn up in this interview?”

alastor laughed, eyes crinkling intro crescents by sheer amusement.

“let’s just say,” he readjusted his tie and stared directly into your eyes as if challenging you to try and maintain eye contact. “this radio demon garnered more votes than the first man in the latest popularity poll.”

───── ✦ ─────

“i have to say, the media has not done you any justice in regards to that ever appealing moxie of yours my dear.”

you turn around to be met with the devil your little group has been talking about. gone was the red blazer and vest he wore in the interview, now he was left wearing his white shirt with that black bow tie of his.

“speak of the devil, and he shall arrive.” he laughs at your remark. “missed me already?” you ask playfully, cocking your head to the side just to be extra as azrail laughed at you to which you replied with a slight stomp on the foot.

“oh fuck you that hurts.” the man glared at you, clutching his now sore foot while you just stuck out your tongue at him childishly. you only snapped out of your banter when you heard the man in front of you chuckle again.

“ah it seems like i’ve been caught red-handed.” he sighed dramatically, throwing up both his hands in mock defeat making you snicker. “would you ever be so kind as to lend this man a bit of your presence?”

“hmm, i don’t know.” you put your hand to your mouth to not make the grin creeping up to your face so obvious. “my hands are, well, currently full as of now.” turning to your co-stars waiting for you in the dressing room, you revel in the slight pout on the man’s lips. though by no means was it genuine - you know that it is all in playful jest but regardless you throw him a smile. “how about we chat some other time?” you suggest.

“delightful! i’ll see you soon then, dear!” without another word, alastor turned on his heel, waving exaggeratedly at you as you let out another laugh.

when you turn around the sight of emily and azrail grinning at you while adam sneers, you tilt your head in confusion. “what?” you ask. the first two only shrug their shoulders, seemingly speaking telepathically when their eyes met and their grins grew wider. “and you?” you turn to adam. “what’s gotten your dick up in a twist?”

“fuckin’ traitors, don’t rock!” 

you just snickered as you made your way inside the dressing room, starting to take off the accessories and putting them back in adam’s little jewelry box.

“sooo,” a voice spoke from behind you. “a date with the radio demon, huh?”

you only sighed half-heartedly when azrail has once again draped his arm over your shoulders.

“it was a lot easier than i expected. and its not a date.”

you wanted to punch that teasing shit-eating grin on his face after that.

taglist ━ open .ᐟ

@aboveasphodel @itssupernaturalavenger @coldcattale @yoongibabs @reverse-soe @juskonutoh @mei-simp @puredreamagination @justgiulia

[scoobydoodean]

Not asking you to speculate, but it seems to be REALLY funny to me that Wincesties try to insist that Sam is "gay" and Dean is "straight." It's about cutting off connections. Canon-Sam has no major male love interests, so there are no "male rivals" to entertain. Gay Sam feels safe. And since Canon-Dean has quite a few male love interests, some of them long-running, they need there to NOT be any "male rivals." A straight Dean is a safe Dean for them, too.

I think this is very true for some of them. In my experience, a good 90% of wincest shippers are samgirls. Some of them care about Dean a lot, but many of them do not actually care about Dean at all except as a brainless robot whose only function should be to shower Sam with praise and love and treat Sam as the center of his universe. Within this framework, they see any connection Dean might have to another person (another man or not) besides Sam as a threat to Sam's throne. Like straight up a bronly crawled into my notifs once on a simple post about Dean and Cas's care for one another because the idea of Dean and Cas caring about each other made them feel threatened, and the proceeded to to try and tell me Dean didn't care about Cas and that Dean is just "the little black dress" of the SPN fandom who Sam gets to wear in the end. I.e., Dean is nothing more than an accessory to many samgirls of the bronly persuasion—a status symbol.

On the other hand, there are other samgirls who openly despise Dean and have an interest in claiming that Sam is queer and Dean is the straightest straight to ever straight because they equate queerness with being special—and even in some strange way—being the most moral. They see it as a status symbol. This is also why they're obsessed with the idea of woman-coded Sam. They see simply being a woman as inherently more morally righteous. This is also why they engage in voter fraud. Cheating to win a poll means you actually won nothing, but there is still value in cheating to win for some Sam fans because they care so deeply about appearances. Queer Sam is not an actual passion for them it's just set dressing, but that set dressing matters to them desperately.

NOTE: I think there's room to complain here that many destiel shippers perceive Sam as super straight and Dean as queer, and to also apply underlying jealousy to that, but in the end, I just think the text lends itself to queer Dean better than it does queer Sam and that's just the damn truth. A lot of this is for pretty simple reasons, like the fact that Dean forms close bonds with other men in the canon of the show (Cas, Benny, Crowley, etc) whereas Sam tends to hold back on forming close relationships with anyone outside of Dean (until Eileen and Rowena) as a defense mechanism. This creates less opportunity for fans to explore Sam's connections with other men and become invested in those relationships. Another factor is (in the eyes of most fans) Jared's lack of romantic chemistry with other men. None of that means we can't construct compelling queer Sam readings, but I think it says something that the most obvious and compelling queer Sam reading I can think of is one Samgirls overwhelmingly reject—I think—because it codes his entire family as queer instead of just him, meaning he doesn't get to be the only one who's "special".

[jewbeloved]

hi hi!! your fics are great!! if you don’t wanna do this you don’t gotta ^^

kyle, kenny, heidi and tweek with an albino s/o?? only if you want to!!! :D (also this is just a question but do you do fics too?? or just headcanons?? thanks!! love your works btw :) )

🎨 anon

Kyle, Kenny, Heidi, and Tweek with a albino s/o🤍✅🎀

Note: To answer your question, I do both. But I prefer to do headcanons more often.

Warnings: none

Gender: Neutral

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🎀

Gotta be honest, nobody has seen an albino person in south park before aside from the ginger kids.

Kyle thought you were unique and interesting, you have clear pale skin and pure white hair. He wanted to know more about you.

Kyle would be glad to help buy you clothes to keep your skin protected from the sun! That is...if your skin is sensitive to the sun.

When he saw your eyes, he was flabbergasted. He never saw someone with blue, hazel, or brown eyes before (We don't talk about that time he got possessed by the Christmas spirit)

But that's only if you do have blue, hazel, or brown eyes. Man is still learning about albinism please help him out 😭😭😭😭

Cartman would say that you look like the ginger kids except you have white hair and look like a ghost.

Kyle would deck him like always, he could careless on what his s/o looks like.💚💚💚💚💚

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🍖

Kenny thought you were a ghost when he first saw you and then apologized right afterwards for assuming.😭😭

He has also never seen an albino person before either so he is very interested in you and your appearance.

Kenny would lend you some of his parkas if you needed something to protect yourself from the sun.

He will also buy you some sunscreen, but probably only the cheap ones since he is poor. But you'd help him pay for the ones you need.

But besides that, he loves hanging out with you! He probably might play with your hair and put it into different styles (If you let him).

He didn't understand why people were weirded out by your pale skin and white hair.

He'll get more aggressive if they continue to make you feel bad about being an albino.

Being different is fine because it makes Kenny interested in you <3🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

💚 Heidi Turner 🎀

Oh my god, she absolutely loves you! and the way you dress (If you're into fashion or not).

She didn't understand why you always wore sunglasses on a sunny day until you told her that your skin is sensitive to the sun.

She'd buy you a whole pack of sunscreen and other sun protection clothing if you need them.

Although your appearance did get her attention for a min, she still saw you as a normal person to hangout with.

You both would talk for hours (If you're talkative) and she would get to know more about your albinoism.

She wouldn't admit it, but she likes holding both of your hands in hers. She likes the feeling of your soft skin <3

She is still happy to have a s/o who isn't a manipulative sociopath like her ex...💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

💛 Tweek Tweak ☕

Tweek would probably stare at you for like an hour, but he would stop once he realizes he's making you uncomfortable. Has anybody in south park ever seen an albino person before?????

If you never explained that you have albinoism he probably would have thought you were sent from the government uncover.

Like Heidi, Tweek probably likes holding both of your hands into his. It calms him down when he's having one of his constant twitches or panic attacks.

Tweek doesn't know much about albino people so he'll sit down and listen to you explaining it to him. (But he'll probably get distracted a little).

He volunteers to help pay for the clothes and accessories you need to protect yourself from the sun.

He really likes your hair so he'll probably also play with it as a stim.💛💛💛💛💛💛

I need to play some more music when I'm writing my prompts, it helps me focus.

[imiwrites]

BESTIE you want ken fic ideas I got Ken fic ideas-

SPOILERS BTW

I need a 'Reader is sick and Ken takes care of you' fic so BAD!!! Something about golden retriever man being good husband material makes me FOAM AT THE MOUTH

Like we all agree he's lon a super good journey of self-discovery after the end of the movie. And that's super healthy!!! He deserves to figure who he is as a person and not just an accessory 🥺 But in doing so, he becomes extremely compassionate towards other Barbies and Kens too! So just the idea of Ken running around, being the friendly neighbor type, doing errands and whatnot because he discovers he likes helping people, and maybe he even runs errands for the reader!! Like if the reader is super swamped with her profession (what ever it may be) and Ken starts getting her groceries, and he polished her car, and cleans up her home. Like REAL malewife material.

And perhaps that causes a really sweet bond to form, and that's why when she ends up getting sick, Ken is the one to swoop in. His job at beach can wait, for he has a very big task at hand: taking care of his favorite Barbie Girl ever and making sure she feels better in no time 🥺 bonus points if it's rare that anyone gets sick in Barbie Land, so he's super worried 😭

Feel free to ignore this but if you don't, thank you for the fic in advance!! 🩷

Bed Rest

Ken x Fem!Reader

barie spoilers below the cut!!!!

Sypnosis: After Stereotypical Barbie left Barbieland, Ken decided to figure out who he was. Helping people was one of his new favourite things, and when a certain Barbie falls sick, Ken drops everything to be there for her.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Descriptions of fainting, not proofread, FLUFF

A/N: This is my first time writing on Tumblr and I lowkey have no clue how it works but it's fine!!! Anyway I hope you enjoy, I haven't written fanfiction in a while so I hope it's alright! I'll get to the other requests tomorrow <3

masterlist

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It took Ken some time to realise that he was enough, or ‘Kenough’, as he’d put it. After Barbie had left Barbieland, it took him a while to feel himself again. But with it came a lot of realisations. He realised that doing beach was a lot easier when his mind wasn’t focused on Barbie, and he was able to talk to people he wouldn’t usually notice. It was a nice change, Ken had to admit.

He also realised how much he enjoyed being around other Barbies and Kens, whether it would be at a big blowout party, or cheering on the Barbies as they played volleyball. Friendship was another fairly new thing to Ken. While he’d known everyone for almost his entire existence, he realised he never really knew them. Being able to understand and relate to his fellow Barbies and Kens was an experience he never thought he would have. Without his focus on Barbie, he found that being able to lend a hand to a friend was also another thing he was quite good at. And often, it came with a small reward, which always kept a smile on Ken’s face. 

He’s constantly seen helping out his friends. Whether it be fixing Lawyer Barbie’s car, or helping another Ken’s beach, he always enjoyed being able to lend a hand to a friend. It was always left him with a bubbly feeling in his stomach, and a grin permanently stuck on his face. Who knew helping a friend would be so enjoyable?

He also enjoyed lending a hand to Chef Barbie. She had the sweetest smile, and after every task he helped her with, he would get a reward in the form of food. And company. Ken appreciated the company more than the food, not that he would ever admit this out loud to Barbie. Sure, the pastries were downright delicious, but nothing could replace the soft-sound laugh she let out at his jokes, or the look of anticipation on her face when he was telling her a story. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Thanks Ken!” Barbie waved from the window of her Dreamhouse, watching as Ken held two bags of groceries out, undoubtedly for a new recipe she wanted to try out. 

“It’s not a problem, Barbie. I’m happy to help.” A shy smile graced his lips as he placed the groceries down on her kitchen bench. He’d turned to leave, when the call from Barbie stopped him.

“Why don’t you stay here while I cook, I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.”

Ken was suppressing a smile, “I don’t know, there might be some more people to help out.” It was a lie. There was no one else to help. Ken was going to stay regardless.

“Oh, sit you,” Barbie giggled, pulling out a chair, “You’ll be helping me by keeping me company. And being my taste tester, of course.” 

Ken paused, as if to think about it, but the both of them knew he was going to stay. “Seeing as you really need me, it would be impolite for me to go now,” Ken explained, as he walked towards the pulled-out chair, completely mesmerised by Barbie as she started combining ingredients in a mixing bowl. A strong smell of chocolate filled the room, and Ken let out a soft hum of delight.

“Smells good?” Barbie turned around, smiling, and Ken nodded his head eagerly. 

“Always does. What exactly are you making?”

Barbie hummed, turning back around to place the mixture onto a tray. “It’s a surprise, but it’s going to taste amazing, I promise.”

“I’m sure it will, I mean it already smells so good.” Ken stood up from his chair, making his way to the kitchen. “D’you want me to wash those dishes for you? Get it out of your way?” 

“If you’d like to, that would be perfect. Thanks Ken!” Barbie beamed, sliding the dish into the oven. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Woah! Barbie, I know I say this everytime, but this is most definitely the best thing you’ve made so far!” Ken said, in between bites of what Barbie had called a ‘Brownkie’, the perfect mix between a brownie and a cookie. 

Barbie giggled, “Thanks Ken, I’m glad to know it tastes good. I’m going to bring it to Barbie’s blowout tonight, think they’d enjoy it?” Once a week, President Barbie would host a blowout with all the other Barbies. After some discussion, it was agreed that a party every night was too much, and only holding a party once a week allowed for more excitement. 

“Oh they’d more than enjoy it, trust me!” Ken exclaimed. “I don’t know how you do it, everything you cook is always just perfect.”

Barbie shrugs. “Lots of practice.” She pauses, looking away before looking back at him. “Hey Ken?”

“Yeah?”

Barbie looked down at her hands, then looked back at him. “Do you think you’d wanna come to Barbie’s blowout with me?” 

Ken’s eyes widened. Whatever he thought she was going to say, it most certainly wasn’t that. “I- uhh, yeah of course!” Identical grins appeared on their faces. 

“So, I’ll see you there tonight?” Barbie asked, and Ken nodded vigorously. 

“Thank you for the Brownkie, I gotta get ready, but I’ll see you there!” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As she was getting ready, Barbie could feel a small pounding in her head. It hurt. She was unsure what it was, she’d never felt something like that before. She shook her head, pushing it out of her mind. It was President Barbie’s blowout, she couldn’t be thinking of silly things like that.

She walked towards the kitchen, grabbing the platter of goodies she’d made earlier, including the Brownkies that Ken had enjoyed. The pounding had only gotten worse as she continued to get ready. She tried to ignore it, she really did, but the more she focused on ignoring the pain, it had just gotten worse. Barbie clutched her head as she walked, the platter precariously balanced on her free arm. 

The sound of music filled her ears, but only made her head pain worse. What was this thing, and why did it have to come now? And why was the room spinning?

“Barbie!” She heard Ken call out, but she couldn’t quite place him. She felt… strange. She was almost positive she was standing still, but it felt like she’d was moving really fast. The lights hurt the pounding in her head, but the music had gotten quieter. She heard a faraway clang, and she looked to her arm, the tray of baked goods gone. Barbie could hear Ken calling her name, and she swore he was standing in front of her, but she couldn’t quite make it out. 

“Ken?” she whispered, a chill spreading throughout her body. She felt someone touch her arms, but it was too late. Barbie had collapsed into Ken’s arms.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Someone help!” Ken called out. He was stressed, which is something he should not be feeling. In fact, he was here for a stress free night with all the other Barbies and Kens, but of course, something like this had to happen. 

Barbie’s eyes fluttered open, and Ken let out a gasp of relief. 

“What happened?” her voice was soft. 

“I-I’m not sure, you looked really funny, a-and I was in front of you and it was like you couldn’t see me and then you just fell.”

Doctor Barbie came around the corner, assessing Chef Barbie. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. But from what I’ve learnt, it should be nothing. Just take it easy for a few days, and you’ll be fine.” Ken grinned, feeling relieved.

“Let me take you home. I’ll take care of you for the next few days.”

“Ken, you don’t have to do that, I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” Barbie smiled gratefully.

“Are you joking? I’m worrying a lot! Doctor Barbie just said she hasn’t seen anything like this! Barbies don’t get sick! I’m staying with you, and you aren’t leaving your bed until you get better!” 

“Ken, what about beach?” Barbie tilted her head. She knew how much he loved his job. 

“Beach is the last thing on my mind right now, I need to make sure you’re okay.” Ken smiled as he stood up, holding Barbie in his arms. 

“You know, I’m quite sure I’d be fine walking.” Barbie whispered, hiding her face in his neck out of embarrassment.

“Are you joking? I’m not taking that risk. Just relax, I’m taking care of you, and I’m sure you’ll be better in no time.”

[artstar1997]

I thought of making this artwork after reading @imgonzoingrightnow’s graveyard revue AU and watching videos of the live shows, Beetlejuice’s Graveyard Revue and Beetlejuice’s Graveyard Mashup, which were already retired in the USA branches of Universal Studios theme parks and still alive in Universal Studios Japan. I wish I could see it so bad but they’re gone so here’s my artwork of Beetlejuice with the monsters in every show versions. I dunno if Lydia Deetz might approve about being dragged into Beetlejuice’s escapades with the band, but he needs someone to keep him in line.

The costumes of the main monsters, The Frankenstein Monster and The Bride of Frankenstein, Count Dracula, the Wolfman, and Phantom of the Opera are a combination of the different designs with some enhancements like the frankenmonsters’ lightning bolt shaped accessories, Dracula’s jabot tie, and Erik the Phantom of the Opera’s violet vest. I kinda drew the Wolfman as an anthropomorphic wolf instead of his usual design because I’m used to drawing werewolves as literal furries.

I kinda made Hip and Hop’s designs to be separate pairs of dancers. The duo retaining their original looks and combined it with their USJ design elements while I made the cheerleader designs as separate characters, named Bette and Jesse. Unlike Hip and Hop, whom I designed as banshees, the two are zombies but both duos act as backup dancers/singers for the main band, alongside the dancing ghosts, who aren’t shown here.

The mummy character in the show is called Cleo in the 2014 edition of the show in Universal Studios Florida but I decided to call her Neferu instead, which means beauty in the Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics. Neferu is an ancient Egyptian queen and a diva who became the new recruit in the group because of her love for singing and musical talents but she is also a skilled polyglot, has fondness for anything luxurious like gold, gemstones, and makeup, and can translate different languages. Despite her diva-like charm, all the luxury wouldn’t stop her from lending a hand for her bandmates, such as extending her mummy wrappings, and charm animals like snakes or other animals that are sacred to the Egyptian gods to using her glass breaking scream and casting curses to protect them from the villains or to correct them whenever any one of them misbehaves or cause trouble. Being the oldest member of the group, I can see Neferu as the regal, tough-as-nails type of fashionista.

I kinda see the Gillman from the Black Lagoon and the Invisible Man joining the group later on but I dunno what should they look like when they get their rockstar makeover from Beetlejuice like the other monsters.

PNG version:

[husbandograveyard]

Hi hi \o/ happy birthday Month 🎉

If I’ve got this correctly I am asking for E for Eustass Kid from the Smutty alphabet ❤️

Hiya! thank you so much! <3 A Kid request! These used to be so much more frequent, but nowadays they're getting rare. I actually quite like him, so I am happy to provide! Enjoy

2nd person POV. GN reader. Minors DNI. Contains mentions of: toys, dom/sub dynamics

E - Experiment - Are they experimental, or is it mostly a routine?

Kid is definitely open for experimenting and is not set in a routine at all. Pirate life is hectic enough as is, and while he tries maintaining some kind of rhythm in his life, the lifestyle just doesn’t lend itself to it. So he eats, sleeps and works when he can and feels like it, and the same goes for sex. If you’re ready, willing and available, and he is too, then it’ll happen right then and there. 

He’s experimental in all senses of the word. He’ll do it in different locations, different positions. He’ll generally feel most comfortable taking on a more dominant role, but will be submissive if you ask for it. Do expect a lot of brattiness, and secretly not so secretly, he is still the one in charge. 

He’s more than willing to try out toys and accessories in the bedroom, and will even engineer custom devices adapted to either of your fantasies. He will actually get a little nerdy about it too, and it’s quite endearing. 

Generally, Kid is not a man of hard no’s and he is willing to give everything a try. If it turns out not to be his thing, he’ll be plenty vocal about it, and it’ll be scrapped off of the list of options. Definitely don’t feel shy or embarrassed bringing up something new, chances are he’s already thought and fantasized about it.

This is part of my AB(C)-Day event! Click here to join!

[one-vivid-judgment]

Hii! My favorite babyboys Nanba, Joon-gi, Zhao and Tomi (who's actually your favorite babygirl :D) and things they do that give their s/o butterflies. Thanks!

Tomi is, indeed, my favorite babygirl that I would kill for 😊😊 Something so attractive about pathetic men who got their life ruined.

Yu Nanba

He notices if you have wounds anywhere. Even if they are just tiny paper cuts or a scrapped knee, he’ll see them and offer to take a look at them. Always has some band-aids at the ready for that same reason. You can insist all you want that they are not serious, but he’s not going to care.

If it’s raining outside, he’ll always lend you his umbrella. It’s a bit small to share it, but he will take getting his shoulder wet over you getting soaked and catching a cold. Besides, it’s a good chance to be in close proximity.

Started taking better care of his looks, and specially his breath. He still finds it a hassle to brush his teeth, but he knows it’s a necessity. Now, he always has a mint before going out with you—the mint breath is so obvious when you kiss him, it’s actually kind of adorable.

Joongi Han

You don’t even need to say you’re cold: he notices. And when he does, he takes off his coat and drapes it over your shoulders. He’ll act cool and like he’s not cold himself when he is; he really just wants you to be warm.

Always, always, always remembers the things you tell him that you like. You like cheesecake? He’ll go around Yokohama looking for the best cheesecake to buy it just for you. Only the best of the best for his partner, nothing less.

Quite literally only has eyes for you when out in public. Oh, he’s attractive, and he knows many women find him attractive and flirt with him even when you are there. But, to be honest, he doesn’t even notice those people—he always has his eyes on you, and he’ll always be giving you that fond look.

Zhao Tianyou

Always remembers your favorite dishes and will make them for you when you have a bad day. He believes a nice, warm meal can make even the worst of days a little better, and he enjoys cooking for the people that he loves.

You paint his nails and he paints yours in return; you bet he’s going to give you the best damn manicure in the world. But also, the tease that he is, you bet he’s going to look you in the eye as he holds your hand until you get too flustered to keep the eye contact up.

He buys you little accessories similar to the ones he owns, sorta like couple items but not really. Sometimes he’ll put the ring on your finger himself and give it a little kiss as a ‘good luck charm’. Again, a fucking tease.

Eric Tomizawa

You’ve tried to pay him more than once when he drives you places, but he always refuses. His answer is always “Oh no, get that money back in your pocket. It’s always on the house for you”. And if he needs to wait for hours until you come out of the shopping centre to drive you back home safely, he will. If you have a car and need a wash/a small repair that he can help with, it’s also on the house.

Genuinely so head over heels it’s actually embarrassing, he still sighs like a goddamn teenager in love when he looks at you—and he does it with those soft fucking eyes, too. Ever since Marie, he thought love was out of the question, but it was not after all, and you bet he’s taking it and showing it.

He’s not the greatest cook, but he can prepare basic dishes. Breakfast is his forte though; I mean, man wants to open his own café, he’s got to know a thing or two about making dessert. Breakfast in bed is a thing with him, not just on your birthday or other important dates either. Just because.

[desmond69miles]

YOOOO =3

can we get sfw + nsfw headcannons of ink demon bendy with a s/o with a really gothic style & is selectively mute? ( bonus points if Sammy constantly bugs them )

im genuinely curious abt how u would think abt it :0

[ take ur time answering this!! no rush at all by the way!! ; also sorry if my grammars kinda bad iys 3:37 am where im at rn + sry if i seem hyper to im just rlly excited rn😭

i’ve been gone for butt fuck long, my bad! I'm in the process of moving and lifes been a bit hectic. Hopefully im back now!

anyway, thank you anon for the bendy ask!! love writing for this inky-ass man.-

NSFW is under the cut!

-

[-: If we were to give bendy preferences, I know he'd go for a gothic s/o who is on the chubbier side. I say chubbier because A) body warmth, Bendy's a cold-blooded creature and he liked the feeling of your warm body and B) He likes your squishy thighs and tummy. And I know he’d be attracted to the darker, more gothic style. Inky black colors, blood red dresses, he likes the colors. 

[-: I think the ink demon would be good with someone that was mute or had periods of time where they were mute. Whether it be due to anxiety, overstimulation, or you just don’t have many words one day, I think he’d be understanding and would work around it. For many years, he didn’t have a voice, resorting to scribbling messy letters on walls and papers to communicate. If you want to talk while your mute, he’d simply lend you his hand so you can scribble on the wall with it; or he’ll carry around a sketchbook for you to write in, but more often than not he just makes you write with his claws. 

[-: I like the idea of Sammy bugging you all the time because he's interested in your music. It's so different from a classical tune, the drums and guitar, the vocals. He’d constantly be asking about your music. And since goth is a music-based subculture, you have a lot of music to show Sammy. 

[-: Going back to Bendy liking your style, he’d fiddle around with your clothing or accessories. He likes the bling of your necklaces and rings, and often plays with them when you are sitting together. He tries not to break anything, but accidents happen when you have sharp claws. If you do rat-nest hair, rest assured Bendy is curious on how you get your hair to do that. 

[-: I feel like Bendy would find you some victorian or romantic gothic outfits around the studio. He likes taking you to the costume department and letting you run around, picking up some of the black clothing used for character study. Another thing is that he collects small trinkets he think you would think is cool. Sometimes it’s a small rock, other times its a shiny gem he found in a pipe. 

[-: Bendy and Sammy get into a lot of fights around you, for your attention. Sammy wants to learn more about your subculture and what you remember from the outside world while Bendy wants to draw or walk around the studio with you. Good luck time managing. 

[-: Bendy is very interested in your makeup. Please let him draw on you! Speaking of drawing, he also likes to sketch you. His drawings are a bit blotchy and inky due to his skin, and often he'll mess up on a part by lingering too long and having ink form a puddle.

NSFW

[-: He chokes you with your necklaces, not to the point of them breaking but just enough so the chains and pearls dig into your throat.

[-: oh my god he loves your thigh highs. He nibbles around the soft flesh, forked tongue darting around and leaving opaque trails of ink behind. Just no promises that he won’t tear the thin fabric off!!

[-: Relating to the one where he draws on you, he’d love to lightly drag his claws over your stomach, back, or thighs and create delicate drawings onto your skin. Take this as a form of foreplay. (Which bendy isn’t exactly fond of, hes too impatient to go through it.)

[-: Bendy has a scent kink. I believe that he’s blind/has very poor eyesight and relies on noises and scent to find his prey. And his scent is very sensitive. He’ll ask if you can use non-strong soap or something that doesn’t upset his senses. Besides this, he likes to smell your clothing or even your undergarments.

Since i’m nice i’ll give you some elements of a fic i’m working on…

[-: Bendy’s ink that comes from his tentacles and/or cock act as an aphrodisiac. Providing a muscle relaxant and lube, it makes it easier for him to fit more and more of himself into you. He’s a big guy! Ranging at almost eight feet, it’s no surprise that he’s packing something big.

[-: Bendy’s big on CNC/Predator/Prey play. When you talk with him about safe words and the proper measures to have a safe time during CNC, Bendy gets really excited. He’s a demon, creatures of carnal lust and sin.

[-: He also loves to be worshipped. As Sammy has taught him, he’s somewhat of a god to this inky realm and he expects to be treated as one. Sammy does annoy him with his constant spouting, but he’s not opposed to you calling him Lord.

thank you for your request <3 My ask box is always open!! Feel free to send in batim requests.

[echonk3]

999 Week 2023 - Snake

today's is Snake's from the view of somebody who frequents a pub he plays at!

Every so often at your favourite pub in a town full of bars, there’s this dude who plays the harp or guitar in the background. Never grabs that much attention at first glance, but very much acknowledged as lending to the ambience. It’s one of your favourite things about the place. The live music there is always nice, whether it be vocal or instrumental.

His outfits may be a bit out of the ordinary occasionally, same with the times where there’s somebody with him. A bright-pinked haired girl who looks slightly familiar who once he’s finished bounds up to him, bringing him back to her table to share some food; a dark-haired man whose eye bags get darker and darker each time you see him who has alcohol with the musician whose drinks are always non-alcoholic; sometimes even a woman with many accessories and with outfits that always flatter her, commonly accompanied by a hulking man that is the opposite of her or a pair of two that are obviously related to her, and they just talk.

His eyes are rarely open and there are times where his arm seems to fail him, you notice, yet he plays every note to perfection.

“He’s blind,” you hear the staff say. “He’s blind and missing an arm. Props to him for being able to do this,”

And after that, it becomes glaringly obvious to you. His artificial arm gleams with the light, the occasional help he gets with going places, small things like that. If anything, more people learning that increased word of mouth for the place. And as time went on, there were more people who joined, such as a white-haired man who came more and more often and rarely a brown-haired girl with remorse in her eyes.

Yet with all the calmness and regalness he has, you’ve seen him blow up once. It was at a man who kept flirting with the pink-haired girl and wouldn’t take no for an answer. At least, according to a friend of yours who works there. They may have been across the room, yet he had stopped his performance and to put it simply, went off on him. You walked into the end of his rant and somehow, you gained even more respect for him.

Outside of his music, it seems to just be a place for him to chill. You even were able to have a conversation with him during one of those times

“I haven’t been able to bring myself to play in public before this, but my sister pushed me to do this. To keep me busy and my mind off things,” he tells you.

“Off what?” you pry and he almost looks shocked, like everybody knew something about him and you didn’t. He chuckles at you and waves his arm.

“Some issues with the past. Now, I suggest you defend your argument on why the best item on the menu is macaroni and cheese of all things,” And that’s enough to get you ramped up and distracted from himself.

You don’t know his past, nor do you know his full name somehow despite everything. All you know him by is the name “Light”, and the occasional referral as “Snake” by some of his friends. You may never learn the truth, but that’s fine. As long as you can hear his music at your favourite pub, you’re fine with that.

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

Book Recommendation Time

Angels Before Man by @nicosraf is one of my all time favourites!!!!

It tells the story of Lucifer growing up in Heaven. It's so much more than that too but I won't spoil it. But I'll put in some keywords

Gayngels

Music

Dancing

Friendships

Friends to Lovers to Enemies to?

ANGST

Complex 'side' characters that could each carry a novel by themselves easily

incredible descriptions of clothes, hair, makeup, accessories, buildings, nature, domestic chores and FOOD (Also when you do read Angels Before Man have a snack near you cause the descriptions of food are too delicious)

TW right at the start of the novel so no nasty shocks

Tasty blasphemy

The author is a total sweetheart!!!!!!!

The fanart coming out of this Fandom has started strong and will only be more incredible the subject matter really lends itself to it

OK so if you like any of the books I've read and if you are seeing this that means the algorithm knows you do, you will like this book. Also the way this author writes is so beautiful I can't compete and I won't try to. If you want a sample of how good his writing is check out his free to read short story River Boy, it's an incredible story about an unusual meet cute between two young men in Mesoamerica and it's beautiful.

By the way Angels Before Man is going on sale from May 29th until June 5th so this is your chance to grab one and read it too!

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: In The Air Tonight

Now this is a song that many people know, at least partially! Even if the name doesn't ring a bell for you, you almost definitely know the part that some people call "one of the most iconic drumlines in music", so really it's no surprise that this was an arrangement from The Human Drumkit himself, Mr Layne Stein! Voiceplay's cover of In The Air Tonight premiered on YouTube on the 17th of June, 2023, and features J None, back again! I will of course say more about the video when we actually get into it, so let's go!

Apparently the style/aesthetics of this video plays homage to a classic 80s cop show called Miami Vice, which used the song "In The Air Tonight" in its pilot episode, in a scene which (so I've heard) has been referred to by some as one of the most iconic in the history of television.

(Also the car belongs to Layne's dad, and likely would have been sitting in the garage since the early days of 4:2:Five, at least)

J looking very cool and fresh in that red blazer! (Reminds me of the Walk Like A Man section of the Boy Band Medley!)

Geoff is, once again, the only bare-shouldered/sleeveless one of the group! (A back-to-back occurrence if you don't count the Peaches video!) (Also peep the necklace!)

A cool audiovisual effect thing to transition into the "modern-day" filming style!

Cesar is vibing, and Eli is back at it again with the unworn-sunglasses-as-accessory!

Cool necklace! And he's got earrings, too!

I won't lie, this may be one of my favourite Geoff Looks of 2023. It's not even anything particular about the outfit, he just looks so pretty in this one! (And his hair is looking very nice here, too 👀😁)

"Well if you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand"

Of course I had to acknowledge Cesar's powerful side-eye here! Like seriously, if anyone ever asks you what a side-eye is, just show them this moment! 👌

Group shot!

I believe I read a comment somewhere saying this was filmed outside PattyCake Productions or something, like outdoors? And apparently it was a bit warm outside, especially with the lighting rigs, but if they were sweating/partially melting at all during this, you really can't tell! They did great!

(And shoutout to both Layne and Tony for set design and direction!)

Cesar never fails to put his whole self into his performances, and I love it every time

Voiceplay love adding brief little moments like this into their videos sometimes, just to keep things interesting and/or keep viewers on their toes 😄

Get it, Layne! Go off!

I wanna post screencaps from Geoff's little vocal solo and/or Layne's epic drumline-recreation immediately after, but still images don't do either justice! Go (re)watch it yourself!

"I been waiting for this moment, for ALL my liiife!"

The retro filming style/aesthetic is back! Happening so quickly and smoothly that you would be forgiven if you didn't immediately pick up on it! (*cough*)

Sure, why not?

"Well I been waiting for this moment, for all my life, oh loooooo o r r r d d"

(Pretty Boy!!!!!)

J None is freaking amazing, and I really hope he becomes a permanent Voiceplay member again someday; both he and Cesar are fantastice vocalists and performers, and they both have vocal ranges wide enough that they can both easily take the role of baritone and/or tenor!

In my opinion, the original song does not really start getting interesting until the "bass drop" drumline like 3 minutes into the song, but Voiceplay's cover is not even close to dull for a single moment! We get incredible vocals from everyone in this one (and I didn't talk about Eli much at all here, but vocally he was of course phenomenal), and the arrangement has a fair few complexities and interesting stuff to it, like the stomp-clap-click percussion moment which I still struggle to actually keep in time/on beat with! Definitely a very strong cover from Voiceplay, and frankly it's a crime that it "only" has 500k views on YouTube! It deserves a million! At least!

[osaka-lilac]

i'm late i'm late!! but iris, dahlia, and plumeria?<3 ily

jd you’re never too late i love you so much ty ty ty <3333

iris - would you describe yourself as a sensitive person? why or why not?

i’m 10000000% a sensitive person. it’s both my biggest strength and my weakness. i’m very in tune with others and can often like. just tell that something ain’t right. i like to describe myself as an empath pretty much. and i often find myself as the “parent” of the groups i am a part of. but like. i also take things very close to heart and often find myself really hurt by the simplest of jokes at my expense. part of my brain doesn’t understand why you’d make fun of someone and like. make a joke about someone right in front of them? and that when you do that with no barrier there, there’s gotta be some truth to it right? if they believe it so much that they’ll say it to your face it’s gotta be true? so yea i’m very sensitive but. often to a fault

dahlia - do you like to follow current fashion trends or do you have a style that you prefer to stick to?

so my body type does not really lend itself well to current fashion trends especially in the us. it’s about slender waists and flat tummies here but me? when i say i’m non-passing as a man, i REALLY mean it. i got wide fucking hips and a tummy!!! (my ex loved it but like now that he’s not around it’s sometimes tough for me to like it.) like going shopping at the mall sucks cause i’ll unfold a cool shirt and it’s a fucking crop top. like i don’t need or want to wear that.

so i have a neutral style that i like. graphic tees but like. cool ones like my ferrari tan puma shirt and my knock off indy 500 shirt i got from rue 21 and not like the ones that just say dr pepper on em for fun. i’ve got two flannels with pins on em that i got from my dad that i often wear in the fall or if i’m going out. skinny jeans and flat-bottomed shoes are my go to, and i find myself wearing baseball caps a lot more this summer. i’m also chest binding every day with that so i try to go the fall androgynous hipster look. i’ve also got this small moonstone necklace that my mom got me that i wear every day, and a metal ring i got over a year ago online that is wearing out bad but i still love it. it’s a small spread of playing cards with very small red jewels in them. it was cheap but it’s my favorite accessory i own.

plumeria - are you working on any creative projects? if so, what kinds?

i went to college for animation for two years and i’ve kinda finally decided i’m taking a gap year to maybe figure out if something else is right for me. part of it was the fact i got so burnt out that i stopped going to my classes for a few weeks out of fear of going and not being able to to anything. so right now i’m trying to get back into it by slowly drawing and posting sketch pages of people and things i like so that i can stay in touch with my more creative side and not lose that passion of mine completely. i do stuff with drivers or stuff from my own life. (lots of stuff from my nature walks usually.) nothing big or too overwhelming, but it truly makes me happy.

(also depending on what you consider creative projects i also make mixtapes on spotify for fun and i love them. you can see them here)

send flower asks <3

[izzy-b-hands]

"Fuck you," Jack snarls. "I can do this fancy bullshit too!"

He strips off his clothes and reaches for Stede. "Take 'em off and hand and 'em over!"

"I..." Stede frowns, his eyes scanning Jack up and down. "No."

"Seriously?!"

"He has other clothes," Ed notes. "Surely Jack could-"

"Oh surely, surely, surely," Stede mocks as he whips around and heads into their quarters. "Surely I'll lend my finest silks to that...that..."

"Hey."

"Fucking christ, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Stede shrieks as he whirls about to find Jack directly behind him in the doorway to the auxiliary wardrobe.

"Well," Jack sighs. "One thing is, this piercing got awful cockeyed on me, no idea how-"

Stede peers down. "Ug-oh. I didn't know you could pierce that spot."

"Yeah, me neither! But when you already got a hole there from a knife, you may as well fill it."

"I don't know what to say to that," Stede admits.

"Then kiss me."

"What?!"

"Just saying," Jack replies. "You could. Blackie won't care."

"I think he might!"

Jack rolls his eyes. "You been staring at my dick ever since I ripped my clothes off five minutes ago. I can read those signs."

"I can't tell if you're this stupid, or if this is a joke," Stede scoffs, and thrusts the nearest pair of midnight blue silk trousers at him. "Here. It'll look nice with your eyes."

Jack takes them slowly. "Uh. You know, out there. I'm just not used to sharing him with anyone else, really. Your fancy stuff is...nice."

"How kind of you," Stede remarks dryly as he browses the racks. He may as well finish the damned outfit now and make sure it looks good.

And Jack too, he supposes.

"I mean it," Jack mutters. "Fuckin'...told Blackie I'd try with you, but you don't make it easy."

"Oh so one compliment erases everything else you've said and done today?" Stede snaps and tosses a beige linen shirt to Jack, only to rush over and exchange it for an ivory one instead.

"I gotta say, I'm confused," Jack says as he looks over the shirt. "Are you mad at me or not?"

"Yes!" Stede hisses. "But no, because Ed likes you and I like Ed so I will deal with you if I must and-oh god, this is how Izzy feels."

"Oof," Jack winces and slips the shirt on. "That's a rough one. You can't tell me you don't need some rum for that."

"I...maybe," Stede sighs. "You can put the trousers on too."

"You sure?"

Jack looks genuinely hesitant.

It makes a storm well up in Stede's chest. He shouldn't like Jack. He doesn't.

He doesn't, but this Jack is...bearable. This Jack is incredibly careful slipping on the trousers, like he'll break them.

"Don't worry about shoes," Jack mumbles. "I think bare feet complete the look for me."

"You should have decent shoes," Stede mutters as he fusses with waistcoats. "Sand is hot during the day."

"Yeah, but if you walk on it enough, you toughen your soles to it," Jack says. "I'd wager your soles aren't all that tough to much of anything, are they?"

Stede whips around and shoves the silver waistcoat with blue beading and threading details into Jack's hands. "They...I... I'm working on it!"

"Admirable," Jack says. "For a man of your age."

"If Ed didn't like you..." Stede grumbles.

"Yeah, same to you," Jack sighs. "Little bit, at least. Can we be decent, or try to be, for his sake?"

Stede lets out his own heavy sigh as he returns to Jack with a jacket and accessories. "I could agree to that. To trying."

Jack turns obediently as Stede helps him into the matching midnight blue jacket, with silver threading to look like ocean waves in the night all along it.

He doesn't say a word while Stede fusses over his hair, braiding it ornately back with blue ribbons.

He turns back around and a hand gently touches the braid. "Damn. This ain't my thing but...when you do it up like this, I get it, kinda. You pretty up Ed like this too?"

"I have," Stede replies. "At his request. And would again, should he ask."

"Lucky guy," Jack says, oddly sadly to Stede's ear. "One last thing before we go back out-"

He leans into Stede, lips nearly touching. "One kiss. Just one. Put everything you hate about me into it. Make it mean. I'll do the same. Might keep us both cool out there in front of everyone."

Stede considers it.

And closes the distance, hard.

It's a violent, messy thing, barely a kiss and more of a strangely sweet bite.

Jack laughs hard as they part. "You smashed my fuckin' nose!"

He did. Jack's nose isn't out of shape or anything, but it is bleeding.

"Here," Stede hands him a handkerchief from a shelf. "Don't worry about it staining."

"Why? Because you can always buy more fancy shit like this?"

"No," Stede replies coldly as he pushes Jack out of the wardrobe, towards the door of his and Ed's quarters. "Because Ed taught me cold water takes out most bloodstains, even in nicer fabrics like these!"

Jack has no reply to that, as Stede finishes shoving him out of the door, and back towards the deck.

[hazbinned]

Important notes for my personal portrayal of Valentino - Background and Headcanons. Because this has been his story forever, and yet I just realized I had never compiled these in a post and that nobody knows any of this unless you read through all his threads in search of crumbs or have discussed it with me in IMs.

TW: Era-typical homophobia + abuse + Valentino topics. If you continue reading, you should know what to expect.

Valentino is of mostly Puerto Rican heritage and was born to immigrant parents in 1940, in the East Coast of the United States (Florida) as the second eldest of four boys (brothers being Pablo, Francisco, and Denzel). He grew up in a rough neighborhood, as his father was involved in some crime and petty gang activity that, for the most part, Valentino and his siblings were excluded from. Valentino spent most of his childhood and teen years left to his own devices, causing trouble with his brothers and friends for the fun of it. He was haughty, leaned toward being a bully, and never faced the consequences of his actions right from the start.

(His parents hardly paid attention to him, so he could do whatever he wanted— he did, however, learn some cooking from his mother, and some very basic firearm skills from his father.)

Valentino was always feminine in many ways, which his family mostly just commented on or tried to ignore, until he started getting older and it went from a 'quirk' to something they saw as a problem. In his early adulthood, he was caught with a man, and fallout ensued. Val ditched his family and then the state, and eventually, in the 1960s, wound up in LA, where he was almost immediately reeled in by a pimp (who was also his dealer/sugar daddy/eventual film director).

They had a genuine friendship for a handful of years, both of them being in it for the money and other benefits— Val wound up living in the guy's mansion and starred in adult films for him, and felt like a real celebrity. During this time, Val adopted his signature heart glasses into his look (though he mostly wore them as an accessory on top of his head), and was gifted two exotic birds by his pimp: a green rose-ringed parakeet and a red parrot, which he named Versace and Ferrari respectively. (He was extremely attached to both of the birds, and both of them outlived him.)

Good things never last forever, though, and Val's pimp started wanting him to film things that he was just not comfortable with— when Val voiced this (and the fact that he'd rather star in dominant roles), the friendly and mutually beneficial side of their relationship withered up and died, giving way to disrespect and physical abuse (often with the strike of a gun). Val was told he could leave anytime he wanted, but that his pimp wasn't going to help him— he'd essentially be broke and homeless. Feeling trapped, he opted to stay, and put up with a couple more years of that... until, finally, he knocked off his pimp and took control of the mansion and the entire operation.

It was during this that he started wearing his sunglasses over his eyes, and truly grew into the version of 'Valentino' that everyone knows. He became a pimp himself, and continued starring in films (of his own volition and creative direction) until he died at age 38 to a shot to the head.

Val, for the most part, landed on his feet in Hell and immediately just started doing what he was best at in life. He performed a lot more in the beginning, and his natural charisma (plus his new addictive pheromone) made it easy for him to start accumulating souls. Minus a few setbacks (such as his pheromone lending to some uncomfortable encounters here and there) he was on the easy road to success.

He and Vox met and the two of them immediately hit it off, and started supporting each other (financially and otherwise-- friends, to business partners, to unstable life partners, to lovers). The rest is history.

ADDITIONAL HEADCANONS.

Val does not perform much anymore. He still can, but he prefers just sitting around and making other people do things now. He hasn't appeared on stage in person for years, and hasn't starred in any published films for even longer. It has been since the early/mid 2000s, at least.

Val's eyes had started failing in the last few years of his life, and this carried over into his Hell-form. He finds it humiliating and refuses to get help.

Val has never faced lasting consequences for any of his actions, which is in part responsible for him being the way he is. He thinks he can get away with everything because he can get away with everything.

Val's communication style is extremely physical. Even when he's not trying to be controlling, he kind of still is if he's manhandling someone.

He's very paranoid about a second, more permanent death (or even a fall from grace), as he loves his life in Hell and does not want to lose it. He's scared that Angel will continue the cycle he started and kill him, or that he will somehow wind up with the tables turned and find himself in Angel's shoes. He will do anything to keep this from happening.

Sometimes, when he gets really worked up or emotional or high, he unintentionally lets out a more vulnerable side of himself-- closer to how he was during life. He hates that, it gives him the ick... especially when Angel is privy. (This is NOT the same playful attitude he sports around Vox and Velvette and other people he likes. It's very similar, but it's different. He doesn't mind as much when Vox or Velvette are witness to it.)

Val was never innocent, kind, or a 'good person,' although he can seem this way to those he is manipulating, as well as to his loved ones (as he is generally fun to be around if he likes you. Bad people typically aren't bad to everyone, and Valentino has his own circle of people he likes and respects-- namely Vox and Velvette.) His arc was not one of a good person becoming a villain. He was always villain-adjacent, he simply went from 'toxic' to 'awful.'

Valentino stood at an extremely tall 6'7" during life.

The last one is suggestive ala the read-more:

Val is a dom. He just really doesn't enjoy not being so, although there are some exceptions where he is genuinely chill with switching it up, like if he's in a certain mood or if it's a special occasion and Vox really wants that, or if his partner is someone he views as more powerful and cooler than him (ala 'celebrity crush' like Asmodeus-- not just anyone with power). He can kinda get into it then, but he has to LOVE you, respect you, trust you, AND find you attractive. Generally, though, he doesn't like relinquishing control ever and his partner would have to be someone who is okay with that. A teeny tiny bit of this is a trauma response but it's primarily just who he is.

[xwonderlandresidentx]

Wow, this is the most disgustingly depressing and pessimistic take on this situation that a person could possibly have.

How about we reframe perspectives a bit;

A person who was likely struggling herself if she lived in an area where mass car jackings were a problem, did what she could to regularly pay a homeless man what she could afford to spare, while giving him a task that helped him feel productive, and likely while not actually expecting him to put himself in danger for her sake.

I've never been homeless, but I've been low income my entire life, to the point where I have very nearly been homeless a few times. I've also volunteered at shelters, and I've had homeless friends that I've met in a variety of different circumstances.

You wanna know what I've learned about poor and homeless people?

We like feeling useful.

Taking money is one thing, earning it is another.

I've been in situations where I might not be able to eat if a friend didn't lend me money, and I've hated it every time. I hated the feeling of not being able to earn what I was given, even if I needed it, and even if it was from a friend.

I had a friend in school that almost never had money for lunch and ate of trashcans, but refused to let me give him any food until I gave him something to do, which we eventually decided together would be for him to eat lunch with me everyday.

I've met homeless people that refused to take money unless you gave them a way to earn it. It never needed to be anything big, just simple things like "Shake my hand" or "Smile for me" or "Watch my stuff while I use the bathroom". All things they themselves suggested. Anything to make them feel like they had something to do.

Her asking him to watch her car more than likely a) was his idea, and b) made him feel special. And that's exactly why he actually did it when the time came. Not because he was some poor sap that got taken advantage of, but because he had someone that made him feel like he wasn't useless, and he decided himself to live up to that feeling.

Also, "to protect her own material wealth"? Completely ignores the reality that cars are far more akin to a tool for survival for most people, rather than just some material accessory. Again, from the sound of it, she wasn't all that well off either, and likely needed that car in order to get to her job, to make the money that she gave to the homeless man in the first place.

This is a story of two people looking out for each other, doing more than what was expected of them to help the other.

That's why this is a wholesome, hopeful story.