#mainly because I saw many cosplays of him and I think I could pull it off

[cosmical-flowers]

heres my process on brain rotting over characters:

sees something cook with Character —> ooo they look cool!!! —> keeps on seeing it —> oh wait they look extra awesome —> looks up Character —> 5 hour brain rot blank out —> i now love this Character they are my Blorbo everyone you must hear about them.

[evilcoconutz]

How I met Neil Newbon.... Twice

TLDR at the bottom. This literally has 2,944 words so I totally understand if you wanna skip around, I tried adding little chapters to help chop it up a bit. I'm a very details kind of person lol.

This took me like two days to type out, still can't believe this happened to me.

I just wanna say that I got a very unique experience and got extremely lucky. When I say I got LUCKY, you have no idea.... I have a shitty memory and will forget this if I don't type it out. This is mainly for myself to come back and re-read again and again. This is my memory of Fan Expo Dallas and meeting Neil Newbon.

I decided to go all three days because Neil had two separate panels I wanted to attend. One on Friday and the other on Sunday. I went dressed as a Sith on Friday with lil Batstarion on my shoulder with a tiny magnetic lightsaber (Space Cowboy of course). We did some shopping and walking around before trying to get my signature with Neil that I had scheduled for that day. Neil's panel that evening was like 7:45 pm and so we joined the line to get the autograph well before then. Around 5ish I think. I get to the back of the line with my husband, we sit there about five minutes and only one other person lines up behind us. (I only uploaded pics of my druid outfit and not my Sith, just imagine the same shit but with a black dress and black and red pauldron, I also carried my personal lightsaber)

I cannot explain how long this line was. it would be at least 2+ hours before we could get through the line on a Friday, I couldn't imagine what Saturday would be like.

It's been a few years I have been to Fan Expo, the crowds would not get better, and I knew that much.

Having every intention of standing in line and waiting multiple hours just to get his signature, I looked around and saw so many amazing Astarion, Karlach, Gale, and Shadowheart cosplays. Not too far from this amazing cosplay!

We also saw a Damon and Karlach hanging out, a couple of Alfira's too!

A Fan Expo Staff Member goes through the back ends of the line and picks out those who have an "All Days" pass, which included us.

He pulls about 20ish of us aside and explains that if we come back tomorrow, we had two options. *Checks Neil's itinerary on phone* "He's got nothing scheduled before noon tomorrow, if you see him at the table early don't hesitate to get in line."

-----The red ticket-----

So if we accepted this red ticket our options were:

Come back between 10-10:15 am tomorrow and get in line asap, to be first in line, they usually only allow VIP to line up during this time and if we had the ticket, we would be allowed through.

Come to the VIP booth tomorrow between 12:30-1 pm and MAYBE get a spot if there are any left.

Don't accept ticket and rejoin the line.

-----Saturday and the virtual line-----

Obviously we wanted to come back the next day to be there before 10:15, but between traffic and trying to find a parking spot we were late. My hubby almost insisting I get out and go stand in line while he wait in traffic <3 Soooo sweet, but I didn't wanna be there with out him!

Before we even get to the sign floor... yeah... it is so crowded we be sardines. We bee line it for Neil's line and immediately get told we need to come back in an hour because the line was completely full. BUMMER. We decide to walk around a bit more to kill time for said hour. There is so much to do and see at Fan Expo, do not sleep on some of these panels! Free programming and cosplay building, it's amazing!

We come back an hour later and are greeted with a virtual wait line! Yay!

I have nothing against these, but as we accepted our virtual wait ticket, we asked about our red ticket from the day before.

We were then told our best bet was either to wait until 12:30-1 pm to go to the VIP booth or wait for our number to be written on a white board they had put up (virtual wait list number in which we could line up). I wish I had a picture of it, but it was incredibly crowded.

-----Let's Go, Baby!-----

12:30 pm just rolled around and we were curious what the white board number was, it wasn't close to ours so my husband asked where the VIP booth was (we had no idea what this meant btw) and were directed to the other side of the celebrity signing area. As we approached, there was only one couple before us. The Staff asked who we were there to see, "Neil Newbon, we have a red ticket." The couple ahead of us was there to see Jim Cummings, which was the booth next to Neil's. There was a brief walkie talkie moment, I had kinda spaced out and my husband tapped me and said "Let's go, baby!" I was like "Uh, where?!"

"To Neil" The staff then swept all of us through a maze of people, we formed a small train apologizing to any one we bumped into. The very kind woman who was in front of us commented on my dress and metal halfling ears. She said she had seem them at Renfair and always wanted a pair (I told her go for it next time, I highly recommend! <3)

They pushed us into a small waiting line next to those who had been waiting for hours. This felt so weird, like I had skipped the line or something (which yes, but like... not for sinister reasons). I probably had about 10-15 mins max to think of what to do or say.

Right before it was my turn to approach the signing table, one of the workers noted "Yall don't have to be so nervous, I can see yall shaking, he's really nice!" Even while standing at the front of the line one of the other staff members came over to chat with another staff, pointing at Neil saying "He's one of my favorites! So nice!"

The girl that was right in front of me, she was trying to load her QR code and the signal wasn't the best. My heart would have hit my stomach if that were me. Imagine waiting all that time and now your phone won't load! Yikes! She did finally get it, I'm glad I had mine printed. Take screenshots of your QR codes if you can't print them!

So now it's my turn to walk up to the table, but just before meeting Neil, they ask your name + spelling on a card, they ask if you want to add a small quote (5 words), large quote (more than 5 words), table picture, signature, that kinda thing for an additional fee. He has prints you can choose from (unconfirmed but possibly free if you pay for signature, looked like Streamilyish prints). She asked "What are we signing today?" I then asked if cloth was ok, and she said it was fine. I told the lady behind the table my 5 word quote and she was a bit stunned, lol. Looked at me like I was crazy or something.

The person in front of me was one of those whom had been waiting quite a long time in line, she was so nervous to get her words out to Neil, like she had been rehearsing all day what to say. She looked proud afterwards and happy.

I honestly didn't know what I was going to say, I'm one of those people who cross that bridge when I get there. I was not prepared at all, but I was confident I wouldn't say anything stupid.

I cannot tell you how hard it was to look Neil in the eyes. I am 5'0" and this guy is tall, his eye's are very blue and it's really hard to keep eye contact, at least for me.

We walk up to the table and he immediately held his hand out and said "HI! I'm Neil!" I shook his hand and told him my name, he said nice to meet you and looked at my husband.

"And you are?" He held his hand out as well.

"Dakota, I'm her husband." My husband got to shake his hand too!

In the loudest Astarion voice, "HER HUSBAND?!? Oh there's nothing to see here, err umm side eye" He kinda did this looking away motion with his hand. We laughed and he leaned on the table and said "What's going on guys?" Nobigneil? Verytallneil! Even with him leaning on the table.

I chose to introduce my Batstarion first. I plucked him off my shoulder and placed him on the table. I told him I missed him yesterday as a Sith because Batstarion was a Space Cowboy. I had Batstarion hold the lit lightsaber and Neil said "Surely I'm not going to sign him..."

"No, you'll sign the material I made him out of!"

"Alison

Feeling cute

might decapitate

later! Astarion

Maker <3"

Immediately, he smiled and said "That's from one of my recent live streams."

"It is!" I replied with glee.

He asked me to hold the fabric so he could sign it. As he wrote the quote, he read it out loud just like he does on his signing streams. he warned me the marker would bleed horribly and I did not anticipate what he meant...

I thanked him but I wasn't expecting what happened next.

Neil held out his hand again after finishing the signature for a handshake, but then met the top of my palm with his other hand "See you in the Streams" He spoke so genuinely. His eye contact pierced my fucking soul. Dedz. I honestly don't think I even said anything after that, it stunned me.

I quickly swept my things off the table to make way for the person behind me, not paying attention to exactly what I was doing. I was just trying to not waste anyone's time, I only had to wait a few minutes for Neil but everyone else waited hours. It didn't feel fair for me to stay longer.

I am not kidding when I say people waited for hours on end. When he was swept away to a photo op or to a panel he was involved in, people waited. I don't think I ever saw his line short.

We walk away from the booth to an empty corner to wrap up my cloth, I brought like 1/4 of a yard of fabric so I could wrap it up on itself. That's when I notice Batstarion and honestly wasn't even upset.

It so bled....

He meant what he meant...

Batstarion got bled on... lol... accurate.

TBH I'm shocked the cloth survived all of that, the ruffle and shuffle of bumping in to others through that traffic on a Saturday...

I had the idea of going to see what number was, up on the white board it was at 1030. I wouldn't have even been able to line up yet. This felt unreal.

-----The Waiting-----

So! Now it's time to take a photo with Neil on the SAME DAY.

It's almost 1 pm at this point and it was so crowded, we decided to go ahead and make our way to the photo op area. Neil's photo op wasn't until 2:30 pm so we decided to just wait it out.

Around 1:30 my husband noticed a spot had opened up closer to the entrance of the photo op line area. They started calling for last call for Mads Mikkelsen, in booth A. I noticed some people in a hurry to get there, I looked up and I see one of my favorite Youtubers!

FunkyFrogBait! I only got like the side of their face, but the glasses and hair were unmistakable. Here's their channel:

https://www.youtube.com/@funkyfrogbait

Seriously though, if it wasn't them, it was a damn good cosplay! Really wish I could have said HI and spread the love, but I never saw them again.

Anyway...

I bought my FanExpo tickets on mother's day and added the signature for Friday and the photo op for Saturday. This put me in group A for the photo op. Depending on when you buy your tickets and how many people buy them is what group your are put in.

I don't remember what time they started calling for VIP line up for Neil NewBORN. This made me laugh, no one corrected this poor man the whole time.

I think there were three people total that lined up in VIP. As soon as they called for group A line up for Neil Newborn, we were off and got in line fairly quickly. Only a few moments waiting in line and an older man that was just passing by, stopped and asked us what we were in line for. My husband said "We're in line for a photo with Neil NewBON." He just said ok and waved his hand as he left. The lady behind my husband snickered and said "Newborn" as if mimicking the announcer.

"Pfft! I know right!?" Suddenly, I was approach by someone who had this in their hands and they gifted it to me!

I'm actually still wearing it as I'm typing this.

I squealed "OMG!!! Thank You!!!" Seriously! So cute!

The energy of all the people waiting in line, it was very comfortable, we all knew why we where there. Soooo many amazing cosplays waiting in line, we saw a Heisenberg, and several Lady Dimitrescu's, a couple of Astarion's.

-----The Photo OP-----

The line is FULL. We have maybe six people in front of us including VIP.

This doesn't feel right, it feels like I just cheesed and speed ran my way into meeting Neil in the shortest amount of time possible without being VIP on the busiest day of FanExpo. WHAT?!?

Granted, I bought my ticket way in advance for the photo op and we got there early, I never thought I would ever be so close to the front of the line like this!

It's time to start the photo op so VIP goes first, but we where right behind them. They bring you, along with 4-5 others into a small room with a table, that you can set your bags on. My husband just held onto ours.

The process of this was so amazing to me, I have never taken a photo with a celebrity before and had no idea what was going to happen. There is very little preparation they give you to take the photo.

Back to back, they give you maybe 10 seconds to prepare. SNAP. Go. SNAP. Go. SNAP. Go. SNAP. Go.

I got a glimpse of the first photo, she had a stuffed Astarion, she had Neil hold upside down. All the others just walked up, posed, left. By "pose" they just did a side hug.

I didn't know what to do so I just did the same thing as everyone else. I walked up and immediately, he went "Heh, Druid..."

At first, I thought we were going to take the same picture as the ones before me, but to my surprise, he touched my antler and said "Ooo pointy" When they called for the picture to be taken he literally yelled

"HORNY!"

I'm sure my face went bright red after that. I said thank you and turned to walk away. He even said "Nice to meet you!" as I left. I was again shocked and didn't say anything! Ugh... Kicking myself a little over that.

As we left, my husband pointed out, Neil really didn't say anything to anyone else. They sent us down a winding pathway to get our prints. We came to a small area and prints started shooting out of the printers so fast, it was actually amazing. (Six Flags take a fuckin note!) Anyways, here is my photo with Neil, my face blocked out because I look like a deer in headlights lmao!

So yeah, if you ever get the opportunity to meet him, you should! 10/10 nicest dude ever. Those bracelets he's wearing are the ones his fans have gifted to him in case you were wondering.

So what's really great about this photo, it looks like Batstarion is leaning on him! <3

I zoomed in and you can really see the red from his signature and his cowboy hat!

This is what he looks like today, it's almost completely gone, dunno if I want it fully gone though tbh.

So yeah. I just wanted all of my memories in a place I could keep them. I don't play with Facebook, Twitter, Insta, Snapchat, or any other social media, so I only post here. I hope you enjoyed my rambling!

The serotoneil was very high this whole weekend! Sunday would be the best day to go if you have kids!

BTW both panels he was in was very entertaining! This clip was from Friday's!

TLDR: I got to skip big lines to see Neil Newbon and maybe saw one of my favorite Youtubers? Batsarion got red ink from Neil's signature.

My Druid cosplay:

https://www.tumblr.com/evilcoconutz/752031078643040256/druid-cosplay-update?source=share

My Batstarion build:

https://www.tumblr.com/evilcoconutz/751141069044023296/lets-write-these-wrongs?source=share

[wenellyb]

My journey in the MCU fandom on Tumblr: Sharing my thoughts on the Falcon and the Winter Soldier, racism in the MCU fandom and the best and the worse of the fandom

I wasn’t going to write this much but here I am… I don’t even know where I’m going with this but since The Falcon and the Winter Soldier just recently came out, I wanted to share some thoughts.

I joined Tumble because of a show I loved but most of you don’t know it “ Hit the Floor”

I stayed on Tumblr for two reasons only, Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan.

Before the Captain America:Civil War premiere, a friend sent me the link to the Sebastian and Anthony ET interview, and I was hooked. In just one interview. I discovered Anthony Mackie. The guy was hilarious!!! I just couldn’t get enough and I knew I had to know more about him. How could he improvise so many funny lines on the spot? He was just amazing.

I had pretty much watched all the avengers movie but that was it. I was not involved in the fandom. So I knew Sam Wilson’s face, but I couldn’t even remember his name if my life depended on it. That’s how much the MCU treated him as a side character.

I was like how the f*ck don’t I know this guy?

His talent reminded me of Eddie Murphy, Jim Carrey or Robin Williams, like yes they can make some emotional or serious movies, but when they want to make you laugh, you will laugh. Whether you want it or not.  I kept wondering how this guy wasn’t more famous.

And the banter with Sebastian Stan? Wow, you could tell their friendship was strong, the way Sebastian lighted up when Anthony was talking, and keep bouncing off his jokes. It was art. the way Sebastian said “ I love you” at the end of the interview. Pure gold.

I then started to watch some of the interviews and boy was that a mistake!!! I literally couldn’t get enough. So I watched all and I say all their interviews, it was the best. We got some gems:

“Why aren’t you looking at me as much”

“Which way is the beach Seabass”

*Them saying nonsense in Spanish and then Sebastian Saying Papi Chulo*

 ¨And so many more, ....

I watched other solo Anthony interviews and he was still HILARIOUS, but you could also tell he felt a little bit more at ease with Sebastian around. I won’t pretend I know him or his personality, but Sebastian seems like a little bit more of an introvert and looks like he doesn’t enjoy the interview experience unless Anthony id around him. Just my thoughts

I watched the interviews before I went to see the movie, I even cosplayed as the Winter Soldier to the movie premiere and I was IN!!! When I saw Captain America Civil War, I became a SamBucky shipper, these two were hilarious and I really so the potential for a great realtionship I love enemy to lovers stories.

I also shipped Stucky because, to me, the trope of the movie was Superhero gives up everything to protect his long term friend” Hollywood movies have some codes and if Bucky were a female character, there is no doubt in my mind that the movie would have been marketed as romance.

Stucky really was an easy ship! But then the MCU fandom of Tumblr fandom messed up everything for me. You see I really liked the CACW and I I liked Stucky, I liked Sambucky, and I loved the introduction of t’Challa’s character, but one of things that affected me the most in the movie was that it was the first blockbuster I watched with 3 black main characters, Rhodey, Sam and T’Challa. That, and the fact that they were planning to realease a Black Panther movie in two years, I was super excited, and that’s the main reason I got involved in the MCU fandom so much, when before, I was just a casual watcher.

If this seem weird to you, then you have no idea how we were only getting crumbs before. For me it was soo huge, I even told all my friends, and they were laughing at me. But usually blockbusters, especially superhero movies get one black character and that’s it, usually the best friend or something and never the leads. So, for me it really was a big deal. How sad is that by the way…

I became more involved in the fandom and, at first, I wasn’t focusing on anything special, Sambucky, Stucky, Stackie, the Black Panther, and even Zemo, whose character I really liked.

But soon I noticed that the CACW tags were always flooded, and I mean flooded with the same two white characters: Steve and Bucky. I told myself, ok that’s fine Steve is the lead after all, but it would be good to see the other characters too.

And then I noticed another interesting trend: Evanstan…. Wait what?

Chris Evans, and Sebastian Stan… did I miss something? Listen, obviously I’m sure they must be friends or something, but you’re going to tell me you watch all MCU the actors and you’re going to focus on Steve and Sebastian? I’m sorry what?

Sebastian and Anthony are right there… Or Chris and Anthony, they even have a secret handshake, only the 2 of them do… what more do you want?

Tell me one iconic Evanstan moment… go ahead tell me… See??? There isn’t.

Because of this and because of how badly some Stuckies were treating Sam and Anthony. I became less and less of a stucky shipper . I mainly focused on SamBucky, Stackie and the Black Panther,

And then the Sebastian Stan stans saw how popular Stackie, Sambucky, were becoming and I started to see some problematic stuff in our fandom too.

I don’t want to generalize, but when you go into the Stackie tag, and you see cropped pictures of Sebastian without Anthony, it’s easy to assume that a Sebastian fan did that. And we know damn well you cropped out Anthony because we watched all Stackie interviews and know exactly which interview your picture was taken from. We know that Anthony was sitting right next to Seb.

You post a picture of Sebastian laughing but you crop out the person who was making him laugh??

“but it has nothing to do with race” How do you know that?

“Sebastian had more screen time” More screen time than Anthony in CATWS or CACW? I don’t think so.

“I have been a fan of Sebastian for longer”, that’s fine but don’t go out cropping Anthony, just post gifs of Seb in his usual, sad, and Anthony-less interviews, not the ones where he’s smiling because his best friend is next to him.

Some of you really are the worst. And just so you know, your fave Sebastian is Anthony’s biggest fan, if he saw pictures where you cropped out Anthony, he would block you on the spot.

When I realized that Anthony Mackie would be the next Captain America I was screaming, no actually, I was crying, Sam Wilson will be Captain America, and Anthony would finally get the recognition he deserves.

You would think that the MCU fandom would focus on Captain America or at least one the two leads, instead of just Sebastian? Right? Right? WRONG.

Anthony is handsome, he’s funny, he’s a great actor, he went to freaking Julliard, he’s at the top, I don’t see what else the man can do??? He should already be a superstar, but no, you will side-line him even to he is the lead of the show.

Even when they are the actual leads, you guys would do anything to bring up the White characters even if it means ignoring the Black characters.

I remember I was having a conversation about Black Panther with my friends and I asked one of my white friends who was his favorite character in BP was and he told me Martin Freeman (don’t even remember his name in the movie) Martin Freaking Freeman, there are half a dozen of great characters and your fave is the only white man??? Ok, ok, that’s great.

Don’t give out automatic reply like “It has nothing to do with race, if you haven’t thought about it first”, because there’s a high probability that it is indeed about race. Stop saying it isn’t, sit down and ask yourself, “Am I biased?” “Why am I reblogging only stuff related to the white characters”.

One of these days you guys are going to make me hate Sebastian with the sh*t you are pulling.

I looove the Stackie friendship and the Sambucky dynamic but after seeing the way some of you treat Anthony and Sam’s character, it make me want to focus on Sam’s character and forget about the rest.

 I remember they were some posts about how Anthony was problematic, and I just lost it. Apparently, there was an old article that resurfaced were Anthony was making a joke about women making sandwiches or something.

If you were offended by the sandwich joke, that is totally ok, and I can understand that.

But if you were offended by the sandwich joke, and saying Anthony is problematic BUT you still stan Chris Evans, Jeremy Renner, ScarJo or even Sebastian Stan, just know that there is a high probability you’re racist.

They have all said or done problematic stuff, and people only seem to remember stuff related to Anthony, which was probably just a joke by the way.

Chris Evans and Jeremy called Black widow a wh*re, ScarJo took roles that she maybe shouldn’t have and I didn’t forget Sebastian shady Instagram post, when Kaepernick was kneeling. There are so many more things to be said about Jeremy Renner but google is your friend.

Anthony also got hate for hating on Tom Holland? Like what? Do you guys even hear yourselves? Don’t you have any friends you like to tease? If you hate someone, do you go around talking about him every chance you get? It was obviously friendly banter but some people wanted to turn it into something it was not. Sigh.

I really cannot with this fandom

 The stackie fandom was small at the beginning and the Sambucky fandom even smaller, but we were there and it was amazing. Sebastian and Anthony received the same amount of love from the fandom and I wish we could go back to those days.

Stop pretending the fandom isn’t racist. Stop saying ��it isn’t about race” when you haven’t even thought about.

Saying “it has nothing to do with race” only shows that you haven’t thought about anything but don’t want to be called a racist.

There is racism in this fandom and it will always be there, but if you guys want to do anything about it, you have to acknowledge it first.

You can’t be pulling off stuff like “I don’t see colors”, “ it has nothing to do with race”. Stop, sit down, think about it and then we can have a conversation.

If you’ve made it till the end, I apologize for the typos and grammar mistakes, I wasn’t planning on writing this much.

[carrackian]

‘Toxic’ Anime Fandoms (But I’m just angry)

Ok so this is gonna be a long stupid ramble because I (An idiot) found some articles online about toxic anime fandoms... and by god does it piss me off. SO in this essay I’m gonna incoherently scream about why these articles I found are just lacking in explanation, and then I point at the glaring flaws. Not to mention I’m using multiple articles, but they all like to use similar arguments.  Warning, I’m gonna paraphrase because these articles are long winded about literally nothing.

The Naruto fanbase is toxic because people compare everything to Naruto, and people get upset when you don’t put it in your best anime list!! Honey... HONEY, that’s how all fandoms are. Naruto was likely people’s first introduction to anime, and people are defensive over their nostalgia, I mean like you saw the uprising with the new Ben 10 and Teen Titans Go, other than the fact that they’re BAD, but people were upset and still are (which is yet again understandable)  Seriously, if I made a list that said ‘Best Things Ever’ and I didn’t include something that they liked, then I understand why someone would be upset, and maybe comment something. It’s the day in age where if you have an opinion someone will probably be upset with you.

The Deathnote fanbase is toxic because people like to say it’s good and act offended if you haven’t watched it! Well I mean... Yeah? That’s how fans of a show can act, it’s just exaggerated. I mean seriously, if someone told me they haven’t ever played Undertale, or heard anything about Homestuck- I’m gonna wonder about what part of the internet you’ve been on because I played Undertale for the first time in like 2019 thanks to how much my friends praised it, and I only got into Homestuck in very late 2020 because one of my friends went on a three hour rant about homestuck and I needed the context for so much stuff. Hell, I only have any knowledge on Deathnote because my friend took their old Deathnote Manga and gave it to me for my birthday- which was a touching gift since they really love Deathnote. 

The Hunter X Hunter fanbase is toxic because it doesn’t get attention from weebs, and the fans sometimes get angry. Seriously? That’s what we’re mad about? This is literally so fucking petty my god- next ffs.

The Jojo fanbase is toxic because ‘is that a jojo reference memes’ and because fans want you to watch Jojo. Fucking- AGAIN!? jesus christ. You wanna know how I got into Jojo? My tooth was pulled, and it was the first time I ever got any teeth pulled, so I was high as hell and spitting out blood occasionally. I didn’t want to walk home that day (for obvious reasons) and so I stayed late so I could get a ride from my friends parents. So when another mutual acquaintance came up, and he was playing the Jojo game on an emulator. This got into the three of them telling me about Jojo, but only super vague pieces of it. High off my ass I got home, binge watched like two seasons of it, and forgot everything that happened after the first episode. So I managed to get through the first season (again) before I got caught up in other things (ahem, pokemon) Not to mention that its normal to want to share something you like with other people. Back when I read books regularly I used to keep a list of books to recommend to my friends.

The Demon Slayer fandom is bad cuz too many spoilers :(  Okay? This... This doesn’t a toxic fandom make. Yeah it’s shitty, but like full fucking on- that’s not toxic?

The Dragon Ball fanbase is toxic because people think Goku is the strongest and argue about it, and it’s dying, but like I’m also proof that DBZ fans aren’t bad! Okay? And? Like I full on mean that. I’m a Dragon Ball fan and let me tell you- I’ve literally never seen a single fucking person actually say anything like that unironically- or during a power leveling video that’s an actual discussion about power scaling. Not to mention that for the most part people watch shows for the actual show? Like the plot, characters, storyline- ya know, the actual fucking show?

The Attack on Titan fanbase is toxic because fans sent death threats to the author for ending the manga. Jesus fucking christ- okay, yeah that’s toxic! So... where’s the catch? They also wrote their own endings to the manga. I swear to GOD- WHAT THE FUCK. Fanfiction has existed forever you ignoramus, bleach-snorting, styrofoam eating IDIOT. Seriously, I literally fucking rewrote the entirety of Naruto (Multiple Times over) are you gonna say that I’m Toxic? How about the multiple other hundreds of people who have literally rewritten entire works of fiction.

Now, what do I consider toxic fanbases? The top three are: Undertale, Homestuck and Steven Universe. The Undertale fandom managed to be so bad that people were actually kinda scared of it. Not to mention that it is a good game, people just went a bit too far. If you killed anyone people would send death threats, Markiplier (a really cool youtuber) had people yell at him for giving Sans a southern accent, and I mean the fact that it’s so big made it worse. The Homestuck fandom had many bad moments where some fans caused harm to others, damaged products, the girl who nearly killed herself trying to dye her skin for a cosplay, AND LITERALLY CHANGED THE CONVENTION FIELD. The Steven Universe fandom nearly killed a fan because she drew a fat character thin, they turned on the fucking creators for saying this was bad, multiple racist, sexist and homophobic things just existing while people pretend to be fake woke.

And this has been- I literally knew all of the bad fandom stuff because I lived through it. Problem is, I lived through the popularity of every single anime on this list while actively in more internet spaces, and I don’t fucking see it. Seriously, when I think of toxic anime fanbases I think about anime like Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid, where a bunch of 30 year olds get horny over a child and then say that they’re fine because she’s ACSHUALLY 2,000 years old! I mean fuck, my favorite meme is literally the- “Men be like “You’re not a real anime fan if you don’t watch ‘Is it wrong to piss on my bunny sister’s feet?’“ Like- fucking exactly. Both these fucking articles have ‘I think that when someone is a little mean or says something kinda annoying they’re TOXIC!’ Like bitch no, when I think toxic I think of the gaslighting fanbases that end up with multiple people with mental disorders or someone dead- which let me tell you, is a surprisingly large amount of fandoms? 

Anyways so I’m done, mainly because it’s like super fucking late and I’m so tired

[a-walk-in-silver-rain]

Hello! So I saw that this account was fairly new and while I was scrolling through matchups I found your account and decided why not? So if it's alright with you, may I request an Obey Me Match-up?

My name is Nox or Ohjuu, afab Agender (he/it/they pronouns), 5'7 feet, has short, fluffy red hair, and my body type is muscular with fluff (pretty thicc in the thighs but shhhhhh insecurities-). My signs are Capricorn (Sun), Gemini (Moon), and Cancer (Rising); my MBTI type is ESTJ / ISTJ and my personality type is 6w5. Just to add a lil tidbit my clothing aesthetic is grudge/flannel/depressed artist/skater boi if that makes any sense? Giving love language is 1, gift giving 2, acts of service, 3 physical touch (all depends on partner.) Receiving love language is 1, Physical Touch and Words of Affrimation (these two are at a tie) 2, Acts of service 3, Quality Time.

Describing my personality may be kinda tough because it always changes depending who I'm around with and everyone will have a different opinion of me no matter what I do. But I would like to think I'm open minded, empathetic, caring, generous, serious and quite, at least that's what I think and I'm usuallythe mom/quite/therapist friend, I should probably mention that despite this not many people come near or even talk to me, probablybecauseof my resting bitch face, but peopleusuallyleave me be, which is good in some cases. Though those are the basic points to myself, however I can't just ignore my bad qualities either, I'm quick to anger depending on the situation, I'll stand up for others but i won't stand up/will take the blame for myself, I'm self sacrificing (I heard told I do that but I just mainly do it on command, to my I do it because it's my way of proving that I care for someone or that I would rather get hurt myself rather than them), I have little to no confidence in myself albeit I actually try to stay that way, and I'm a bit self depreciating....a lot (though that's in private or I make jokes about it-)Though even though I am like this, for self depreciation, and opiate mindset is what I need (Me = self depreciating, Partner = hopefully not the same). And I feel a bit of a cluster fuck when it comes to me or my personality (having wrath actually kinda makes me feel worse because I kind have trauma over people with wrath and knowing I have it makes me feel horrible.)

Hobbies? Well I don't have many but when I'm not on burnout I really like to draw a lot, it helps especially when I need to vent out something (seeing art that was drawn out of sadness or anger you can tell and it's kinda creepy how it does that.) Also coaplay is a favorite pass time as well! Though I don't do it too often, but when I do it's really fun! And finally in 3rd place I have gaming, I wouldn't really call myself a gamer but there are a couple games that peak my interest (Genshin Impact, Pokémon, Hallow Knight are some.) Honorable mentions are Hiking/Walking (I actually mean that), watching some shows/anime, and idk daydreaming I guess?

I should probably mention a few things like interests that hasn't already been mentioned in hobbies. I like to cook, I think I'm a pretty good cook, so I do it, I mostly do savory stuff and I usually like the food spicy though usually my friends/family can't really handle something more than mild, which makes me sad. I actually have an interest in animal science and I hope to become a veterinarian or at least someone that works with animals and if we're talk about animals, dogs or cats? I have to pick both (though exceptoon if the dog is big, I love big dogs), but I really can't choose, but if I get a third option I choose snakes. I use to have an instrest in poetry, but I'm stoped for a bit because not many people like dark poetry (I never really write lighthearted poetry because it always end up being dark even without me trying-.)

Quirks? Not a BNHA reference but I should mention some more things about myself, I'm sensitive to light and crowds, the light makes my eyes hurt and kinda faint and crowds just get me worked up and my flight responses kinda kick in (I usually try to keep my room as dark as possible and secluded because of this.) I kinda have poor memory, and sometimes I remember stuff and sometimes I don't, I have some tics that don't appear too often but when they do I usually make a hissing sound, a weird vocal sound, and with that comes some kind if head twitch, I can control it better in public but some of it slips and it's quite embarrassing. I WILL go into flight or fight mode if I'm being yelled or scolded at or if I hear yelling in general, depending on who it is I go with flight but I will go fight if needed, not only can't I not stand the loudness or tone but I usually don't need people criticizing, scolding, or hating me when I can perfectly do it myself. I shouldalso mention I'mtired almost all the time, even when I sleep well, I just feel sluggish a lot and I just wish I could sleep but I really don't like it because I know I need to get work done but motivation is coming slow these days. Finally umm....also as a defense or regular manurism I hiss and growl, kinda like a cat and/or wolf, usually confuses people enough for me to get away in situations but I sometimes like to do it when I'm angry or when to fuck with people.

And uhhhh yeah that's it from me! I really really really hope this wasn't too much information or if I wrote something down that was triggering OR that I was being a but too self depreciating. Anyways I really hope you have a good day!!

Hiya! Thanks for sending in a request! And don't worry about it you didn't write too much! I hope you have a lovely day/night too! (^_^)

I'd match you with...

Mammon

I think that you and Mammon would work really well together since you've added that your love language for giving is acts of service and physical touch which Mammon is definitely touch starved. And even just small things like touching his shoulder while talking to him or to get his attention would make him a bit happier. As for the acts of service, Mammon is normally the one asking for things like if he needs help with studying. Having some just do something for him or ask instead of him vouln-telling someone to help would kinda confuse him though he'd be happy.

Mammon being Mammon is a tsundere, this means you'll likely be spending a lot of time around him while he says he there because he could tell you wanted him around or something like that. He'd try to help you where he can and do little things he notices, and although he's not the best with words he'd try his hardest to comfort you.

Being the mom/therapist friend would definitely come in handy when with Mammon since he's not great with keeping his impulses and strange schemes in check. Mammon could use someone to just talk to about his feeling and the bullying of his brothers. Being able to have someone who cook would definitely help his eating habits since he eats a lot of cup ramen (I remember something say that in game) since he’s not to great of a chef himself. 

I feel like Mammon would be so soft for you, he'd be absolutely terrible at hiding but he'd try in public and in front of his brothers. Mammon's happy watching you cosplay or draw. He might request you try and show him how to do it cause it can't be that hard right? But he'd definitely try and play some of the games you play and suggest some you two might be able to play together. He would definitely get confused by Genshin and how much stuff there is to keep track of. He'd most likely just follow you around trying to help you kill stuff.

I can’t imagine see Mammon not liking any of your pet preferences since I feel like he like dogs more but would totally be chill with a cat. I think you might scare Mammon with you poetry depending on how dark you write each particular piece. He’d be supportive but just don’t read them to him before bed. 

The biggest problem with being with Mammon is how loud he can get, he doesn’t really notice when he does so you’ll probably have to bring it to his attention if you want him to quite down. If he ever saw or sensed that you were starting to go into your flight response when in a public area he’d pull you into him or pick you up and run off to a much more secluded area. Lastly there’s no way he’d really mind your ticks and your quirks he might question it a bit at first but if you just explain it he be fine, still might not get it but won’t really question it further. 

Thank you so much for the matchup! I hope you liked it! Any feedback would be great!

[thatnerdnextdoor24]

Please tell me that’s not what I think it is

I didn't read through this one before I clicked 'post' so....lets pray everything's spelled right. Also, I just want some good ol' Carstairs family, is that too much to ask? Prompt "Cosplay" but I took it as "Costumes" because I wanted to write this. 

Ao3

More Kit/Ty

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“Oh! And this one is my favorite, isn’t he cute?” 

The photo was thrust into his face, and Ty barked a laugh. The date on the back of the picture was last Halloween. Ty had to agree, Kit did look cute in it. He was wearing a green tunic and green tights, he was holding Mina up to the camera. Both of them grinning. Mina had on a green tutu, her hair up in a bun. Tinkerbell and Peter Pan. 

Ty wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up here. He and Kit had a date tonight, and Ty had come to pick him up. He had shown up a bit early, so Kit was still in the shower. Tessa had answered the door and welcomed him in. She had given him a cup of tea, and they were talking about nothing in particular, when Mina had come barreling in.

“TY!” She shouted and jumped into his arms. Sometimes it almost seemed like Mina missed him more than Kit. Ty pulled her into his lap, and she babbled on and on about everything that had happened since the last time Ty had seen her. At some point she decided that she was going to show him her Halloween pictures. “I was Tinkerbell!!” She hopped up and down from foot to foot while Tessa went to get the photo albums. 

Mina led Ty to the living room and ordered him to sit on the couch. He obliged, “You’re in charge, “ He said, and she beamed. Tessa returned with a binder of photos, which she laid out on the coffee table. “I think you’ll like some of these,” She said with a smirk.

Tessa had been right. While there were many ages dedicated to Mina, there were also many pictures of KIt. Pictures, that Ty was sure Kit would never want him to see. Including him in bright green tights for halloween. So that’s really how he got here. Looking at pictures of Kit in horrible costumes just to make his sister happy. “He almost wouldn’t wear it,” Tessa whispered, so that Mina wouldn’t hear. “The tights?” Ty asked, Tessa nodded. “He said they clashed,” 

Ty snorted. That sounded exactly like Kit. Mina began pulling other photos from the binder, “This year I was Little Red Riding Hood!” She showed him, she was indeed wearing a bright red cape. But Kit was with her, dressed like a wolf. Ty was grinning from ear to ear, “These are really cool Mina,” He encouraged, hoping she would show him more pictures of Kit in costumes acting like a child. Mina didn’t disappoint. 

There were pictures of every Halloween, with Mina and Kit wearing matching costumes. Tessa also supplied pictures of Kit, out of costume. Some from when Mina was first born and Kit fell asleep holding her. There were some of him with Jem, and some with Tessa. They were doing normal mundane activities. But Kit looked happy in them. Content. Like he had found his home and felt safe and loved there. “Mina likes to take them when we’re not looking,” Tessa explained. 

He smiled, leafing through the photos and letting Mina ramble about each one. Ty didn’t stop smiling the entire time. 

“Please tell me that's not what I think it is,” A voice said from behind the couch. Kit stood behind the couch, dressed in a button up and black jeans. He took Ty’s breath away, as he did every time he saw him. But only, as soon as Ty looked at Kit’s face, he thought about the dorky picture of Kit as Peter Pan making a goofy face, and he burst out laughing. Kit frowned, mainly at Tessa, “Why do you do this to me?” He asked. 

Tessa sat up and pinched his cheek, “Because it’s my job,” She said with a smile. Kit pushed her hand away, “That’s a horrible job,” He grumbled. Kit turned to Ty and smiled, “Hi,” He said. “Hi,” Ty said back, swallowing his laugh. Kit leaned over the back of the couch and kissed Ty on the lips. It was only a quick peck, but it sent sparks through Ty’s stomach. 

“Kit! Kit! Look!” Mina jumped up and down on the couch, holding out a picture for him to see. Kit awed over his sister for a moment, and Ty wondered briefly, if they were ever going to leave. He wouldn’t have been very upset if they did end up looking at embarrassing photos of Kit all night. 

Thankfully Tessa got up and scooped Mina up in her arms, “Alright now Mina-mine, it’s time to let Kit and Ty go.” She said, tickling Mina under the chin so she couldn’t protest. “B-BYEAHAHHAH!” She giggled and Tessa gave them a look that said get away while you still can.

They didn’t hesitate, Kit grabbed Ty’s hand and pulled him out, yelling a goodbye while they left. Once the door was closed, Kit gave Ty a soft sort of smile. “Sorry about them,” He said, “They’re horrible sometimes,” despite what he said, Ty could tell he loved them. “I don’t mind,” Ty really didn’t, if there was one thing he knew, it was nosy family members. “Besides, those pictures were cute,” He nudged Kit with his shoulder. 

Kit ducked his head, grinning. “Thanks, Sherlock,” He murmured, Ty laughed a little, “Anytime Watson.”

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 36 of 83

by

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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copyright 2020

written 2007

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Chapter 12: Poison

Tanlin saw Kurin’s collapse from across the square.  She got grimly to her feet and went to the Grandalor’s booth.  There she told Barad what she had seen.  In a small group, including two bound prisoners, they went to their boats and returned to the Grandalor.

As soon as she saw Kurin collapse Sula beat the “general quarters” drum call with her hands and was surrounded in moments by her sailors.  Gathering Kurin into her arms, she began issuing orders. “Miklot!  You run to the Longin’s Captain.  Mord is his name. Tell him that Kurin has collapsed, and we are taking her to the Dark Dragon’s sick bay.  Any from the Longin who wish may visit.  Go!”

“Pollet, get a fast boat for us and bring it, now!”

“Narsan! Find Doctor Worran and have her meet us in sick bay.  Move!”  

The sailors moved.  Those with no other orders, formed a human shield, and escorted their Captain and her charge to the waiting boat.  It was a slender six oared shell, and under the power of Sula’s crew, it skimmed across the water like a flying fish, hardly seeming to touch the sea.

At the side of the Dark Dragon, an emergency sling was already waiting. Sula put Kurin into the sling’s stretcher and secured her.  The Captain herself went up the big piece of cargo net slung over the side as a crew ladder, steadying the stretcher until they were on deck.  Doctor Worran directed two crewmen to take the stretcher with Kurin in it to sickbay.

“What happened to the child, Captain?” she asked silently, her flickering fingers taking the place of words.

Replying the same way, Sula signed, “I hope, only fatigue.  She has had a very busy Gathering, with little sleep, due to the foolishness of Captains, myself included.  She looked tired.  We traded jests and she collapsed.  That is what I know.  I fear worse.  I saw that boneless collapse too many times during the wars.  She feels hotter than she should.”

They entered the sick bay and Doctor Worran began to examine Kurin.  Her hands busy with the examination, Doctor Worran spoke softly, “Light fever, lax muscle tone, weak, shallow breathing, poorly coordinated pupillary response.  Exhaustion or not, she is in trouble.  Thank the Dragons that she’s not coughing blood.”

Turning to her aide, she directed, “Tell the duty cook that I want the sweetest fish broth he can make.  Fast.  Also tell off two of the watch to bring buckets of the coldest water we can get, they have to let the buckets sink as deep as the lines allow.  Thank you, Calis.”

Calis was back shortly, with the soup.  She signed, “The galley was making a sweet and sour sea grass soup.  They strained out the sea grass and sweetened it more.  They set a pot aside for us.  The men are sinking buckets, now.”

The Doctor raised Kurin’s head and spooned a little broth into her mouth.  Some dribbled out, but she did swallow.  She was still spooning broth into Kurin when the sailors of the watch showed up. “Ma’am, we brought your water, as ordered,” one said, both hands carrying buckets. Turning to Sula he added, “Captain, there’s a bunch of folk in small boats as wants to come on board.  What shall I tell them?”

Sula signed silently, “Invite them to the deck.  They may come visit only a few at a time.  She is one of their own and important to them. Us, too.  This is Kurin, the Dragon’s Daughter.”

The sailors stared in disbelief.  One signed, “She’s so small.  All that I’ve heard, I thought she’d be — — bigger — — somehow.”

Sula’s fingers flickered, “I felt the same, before I met her.  She has wisdom, intelligence, and skills far beyond her Gatherings.  Now, go and invite our guests aboard.”

Kurin’s fever was not dropping, so the Doctor wrapped her in a blanket soaked in the cold water from the buckets.  Kurin began shivering and tried to pull into a fetal position.

“Good,” said Doctor Worran.  “She is no longer fully lax, but her breathing is still weak.”  Feeling Kurin’s forehead, she added, “Her fever is broken.  She needs more broth, as soon as she is able to swallow.”  She held Kurin close, regardless of the wet blankets, and began spooning in more soup.  At first Kurin was swallowing by reflex only.

“Ugh!” the child whispered, trying to lift a hand to push away the spoon, “It’s too sweet.”

“Kurin, can you open your eyes?” the  Doctor  asked, her voice carefully neutral.

“Sure, I’m just tired and cold.  Mainly tired.  I want to sleep.”

“Just open your eyes and look at me, Kurin.  Have a few bites more of soup, and we will let you sleep as long as you want.”  Her black eyes looked carefully at Kurin’s unevenly wide pupils and unequally tracking eyes.  She nodded to herself grimly.  “Bring me the ray spine extract, now!” she said quietly as an aside to her startled aide, “Then get Captain Mord in here.  I have news that will not wait.”

She added a carefully measured part of the liquid that the aide brought to the soup and spooned it into Kurin’s mouth.  Kurin almost spat it out, but Doctor Worran stopped her with a light yellow hand.  “I know that it’s bitter, but you must have it.  It is a medicine that will help you to rest.”  Kurin pulled a bit of a face, but obediently ate what she was given.  She did fall asleep quickly.

“Get dry blankets and set up a fresh bunk for her.  Then get a crewman to clean up this mess, and caution him to be quiet.”  Doctor Worran turned at the entry of a worried Captain Mord.

“What is the matter with Kurin, Doctor?  I was told by people who saw her collapse that she was exhausted.”  He looked at the wet mess in the sick bay and went on severely, “This does not look like the way that we treat exhaustion.”

With some asperity, Doctor Worran said, “Neither do we.  It is how we treat Ord poisoning.”

“Ord! Those things kill in minutes!  There’s no antidote that I know of,” now he was looking horrified.

“True, Captain, if you are unfortunate enough to be stuck by one.”  She put her head in her hands, and rubbed her forehead, breathing deeply before she went on.  “The poison is much slower if it is eaten in food.  A quick stab of a spine into any of her food or drink would do.  There is no betraying taste and all that the spine leaves to mark its deadly intent, is a small hole, invisible in many common foods.  She could have been poisoned anytime in the last half day. Fortunately, there is an antidote to the poison, if there is time to give it.”

“Did Kurin get it?  I have never heard of it before,” said Mord, plainly upset.

“I have given it to her.  If she is lucky, we were in time.  I had to be sure, before I gave it to her, because the ray spine extract that counters Ord is also a deadly poison but it will release the grip of the Ord toxin on her system.  She is already breathing more easily.” Doctor Worran looked both angry and sad.  “She will have a bad few days, however it goes.  I think that she will live.”

“We are lucky that you had the antidote in your supplies.  We owe you much.  The thanks of the Longin will not be intangible.”

“Luck had little to do with the antidote being in our supplies, Captain,” Sula said.  She had been wisely staying back, out of the way, and letting her crew do their work.  “The Corlis fleet requires every ship to carry it.  Ord was used as a weapon in the Boren Current wars, about ten Gatherings ago.”  Grimly, she added, “I helped to track down the ones responsible and we cast them adrift in small boats, with Ord contaminated supplies from one of the ships that they killed.”

“I see.  Captain Sula, it was generous of you to allow us to come aboard and be near.  Kurin has many friends, both on the Longin and off.”

“Only those from the Longin will be allowed aboard my ship.  Somebody tried to kill her, and may have succeeded,” Sula said, jaw set.  “I will have provisions distributed to your folk who maintain vigil and sleeping quarters will be arranged.  Come to my cabin with me.  We can wait there for news.”  She led the way to her cabin beneath the raised and partially enclosed bridge, near to the bows.

Entering Sula’s cabin, Mord saw that it was decorated with many woven and embroidered hangings.  On the bow-side wall was an embroidered hanging of Dark Iren with his Orca whales about him.  In places framed by the design were three plaques.  Each simply said, in inlaid letters of iridescent shell, “For Meritorious Service To The Corlis fleet” The first had the number nine in it, the second, twelve, and the last had fifteen.  Over the whole design was embroidered, “Dragons grant that we need never suffer another such victory.”

Mord let himself down onto one of Sula’s many cushions.  Already certain, with no evidence, of who was behind Kurin’s poisoning he lapsed into pleasant thoughts and dreams as he waited for news.  He pictured the Grandalor capsizing in a storm.  He thought of them hard on a reef, sinking slowly, with none to help but hungry Strong Skins.

Suddenly, things that Mord had heard clicked together with the tapestry on the wall.  “Wars?  You have fought more than one?” he asked incredulous, shaken at the thought.  He noticed the lace-making cushion and equipment.  The layout had Kurin’s unique stamp.  

Sula seated herself on a nearby cushion and said grimly, “Three of them and, I hope, never another.  We still keep the old combat catapults and a magazine of ship destroying ammunition.

“Since the second war, all Corlis fleet ships are armed for battle.  Dragons please!  Let me live my days without ever needing those weapons again!  I never want to see another ship destroyed.”  She was weeping silently.  “I have killed too many already.”  

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Hi Ben!  I see you’re still enjoying the absolute insanity that has gripped tumblr the last couple of days XD .  As someone who’s been a tumblr lurker for a number of years, this is hysterical enough from my side.  I can’t imagine the sheer ridiculousness of seeing it firsthand.  Virtually every blog I check, no matter if they’ve ever seen a SPN episode or not, has been posting about it.  It is WILD.

I feel like I’m at least a little lucky that I always skewed more ‘lock’ than anything (mainly because my 'who’ took a hard dive into Torchwood and never really recovered), so there’s less emotional flashbacks/richochets/rollercoastering/etc.  (Yes, I did in fact see the news about Sherlock season 5, but I never saw season 4 because of some of the feedback I heard before I got the chance to watch it, so it’ll take something truly impressive to draw me back now.)  Although in a roundabout way Sherlock is what eventually led me to Teen Wolf because of multi-focus blogs, so I guess I can thank it for that.

Work was one of those super fun days where the manager leaving not long after I got there was all “Yeah, it’s been really calm, and both deliveries so far have been small and should be easy to deal with."  So of course, about an hour after he leaves, four more pallets full of stuff show up, so I spent pretty much my whole shift trying to get everything checked in.  On the one hand, yay, less customers, on the other, hauling that shit around in a mask gets hot.

That dish sounds delicious, and definitely better than my sad lunch/dinner at work.  Ngl, I’m extremely jealous.

And omg, the last line post now has me nervous again because there are multiple options of who is saying whatever it is to whom, and all of them hurt.  XD  Also very here for the idea of a pack of three year-olds trying to pull a Parent Trap on their respective dads.  Is there a treehouse or playhouse they can lock them into to talk?  A moment of Jax and Stiles pointing out that they both agree on this, so they should know that it’s serious?  Trying to make them draw or write down why they’re sad, or whatever similar coping skills the dad usually has the kid use?  Trying to take away a treat of some sort/ground them from doing something/etc until they agree to talk to each other?  So many possibilities.

I cackled at that coffee shop guy post, because the sheer obliviousness demonstrated by the op throughout the story is almost the exact energy being displayed by Peter in my fake dating fic and seeing a story of it happening in RL about took me out.  XD

Also, I’m super curious what kinds of rituals you’re planning for the fic.  Good, bad, druidic, wolfy, pack, wedding, birth, sexy, friendship, binding, warding, ???  Inquiring minds want to know (whenever you are ready to share of course.  Inquiring minds can also be patient. ;D )

Oh, a funny moment at work!  I was picking up one of the pallets after I’d emptied it, and there was a knot in one of the boards that I almost knocked out as I grabbed it, and my brain’s immediate thought was "Whoops, almost just popped the knot on that wood”, immediately followed by the thought “Oh god, no, jesus christ, PHRASING, tonight of all nights, no."  (I am super sad that there is no one I work with that I could scream about this with.)

Anyway, I should wrap up because I need to leave for work soon.  Enjoy the continuing thrill ride that is this site, and best of vibes for any writing attempts today!  Take care!  *Hugs!*

Okay I’m gonna add the preview to your fic from your last message to this one so I have it all in one message here. Because after writing over 3K yesterday my brain is just really tired and I keep wanting to nap today. Haven’t done much and replying to two messages is a bit much. 

On the flip side, I did update Final Masquerade today and that chapter is almost 7K long. So yay!

Also, my fucking feelings while writing that. Jesus christ on a pogo stick.

And in the spirit of “Oh, did you say enemies-to-lovers?  Sorry, I heard idiots-to-lovers”, here is another preview from the fake dating fic, because I love this part, and it features the first appearance of Fashion Consultant Peter:

“Peter, what the hell are you doing in my closet?” Noah’s voice sounded like it was thankfully more bemused than annoyed, but Peter knew that it could be a fine line to walk.

“Trying not to cry in despair, for the most part. Why is everything you own at least a size too big and some shade of brown?” Peter called back over his shoulder, still staring at the somewhat neatly organized rainbow of dull, listless neutrals in growing dismay.

“I’m wearing a green shirt right now, asshole, and not all of us are interested in looking like we got squeezed into our clothing by force. Some of us actually acknowledge our age, and try to dress somewhat appropriately. Some of us also understand the value of blending in.”

“Okay, firstly, age, as they say, is just a number. Secondly, there’s trying not to stand out, and there’s just giving up. Though frankly, I’ve never quite put much stock in either.”

“Color me shocked to hear that from someone I’ve seen wear a cardigan like it was an actual shirt on more than one occasion.”

Peter shrugged as he continued to rifle through hangers and peek into storage containers, though he wasn’t certain that Noah could even see him from within the depths of the walk-in. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.” The sigh that answered him held a level of long-suffering, begrudging patience that Peter was far more used to hearing directed at Stiles than himself.

—–

Why yes, there is indeed a trip suit shopping in the story.  Basically, I am cramming in every random obnoxiously trope-y thing I can remember from the few rom coms I’ve seen.  Also, there is so much food in this story.  Like, it’s ridiculous how often there someone ends up eating something.  I’m not even sure where it came from.

I’ve been reading this multiple times in the last few days, it’s just so cute! 

He’s in the closet huh? Is he gonna come out?

Sorry, sorry, I’ll can it XD 

And honestly, I think Tumblr’s 2012 insanity streak is the only thing keeping me sane right now. Because holy shit what a week.

I never really got into Sherlock myself or Doctor Who. I think I saw one episode of Dr. who (with David Tennant I think) and three episodes of Sherlock because my mom used to watch it.

I saw 12 seasons of Supernatural though, I definitely had an obsession with Destiel and particularly Dean Winchester. Fun fact; Cosplaying Dean made me comfortable enough to come out to my friends as transgender. Because I realized that I couldn't hide my gender even if I tried so hard for over 23 years.

And it was Supernatural that eventually led me to Teen Wolf. Well, that and Grimm, which was also a really fun show and really interesting.

Oh boy, yeah whenever a manager told me that I knew I was gonna be in for a very interesting night. For sure, sucks that you had to do that in a mask though. But on the other hand, no customer interaction does sound like it was a nice break in a way. And OMG I snorted!

It’s a good thing we don’t work together, I feel like the jokes wouldn’t have ended. My god I’m still snickering.

And omg, the last line post now has me nervous again because there are multiple options of who is saying whatever it is to whom, and all of them hurt.  XD  Also very here for the idea of a pack of three year-olds trying to pull a Parent Trap on their respective dads.  Is there a treehouse or playhouse they can lock them into to talk?  A moment of Jax and Stiles pointing out that they both agree on this, so they should know that it’s serious?  Trying to make them draw or write down why they’re sad, or whatever similar coping skills the dad usually has the kid use?  Trying to take away a treat of some sort/ground them from doing something/etc until they agree to talk to each other?  So many possibilities.

I do have a bit of an idea to have them go to the cinema with the kids and make them watch the parent trap, which of course leads to all sorts of shenanigans back at home where Allison and Malia are constantly trying to lock the dads in a room together, aided by Derek and Laura because Malia can’t reach the door handles just yet. Meanwhile Stiles and Jackson are coming up with increasingly elaborate schemes for two three-year-olds that involve their dads being locked in tree houses, sheds, and other places. Not to mention, the kindergarten pact.

And I like to think at some point the wives and Melissa start helping the kids as well. I mean I’d really like to build one giant polyamorous family for this fic.

[someguy1023]

Nobody’s gonna care about this, but maybe someone will

i think it’ll help convey why im so stuck on this, and why i seem to be focusing more on Holly and, according to messages i kept getting, “white knighting” for her. I’m not gonna justify Holly’s behavior. thats not what this is about. I just want this off my chest.

(im gonna regret this)

also, just to preemptively defend myself, i know how cheesy all this is gonna sound. But its the truth.

so. i guess i should preface this by explaining when I first heard about Holly. Maybe it’ll help this make sense in context. Maybe not. I don’t know but it doesnt hurt to try.

I didn’t actually learn about Holly through the internet like i assume most others did. I actually first found her through TV. More specifically, through that Heroes of Cosplay show SciFi has produced a few years back. I enjoyed it, but found myself mainly enjoying the work Holly and Jessica did while on the show. They were my favorite team, and I always tried to watch whenever they were in an episode. After a while though, I, like a lot of others apparently, got bored and moved on, and eventually forgot about Holly.

It was a few years later that I would find her again. This time, like many others, through Grumps. More specifically, through Ross and Steam Train. I was surprised when it turns out that one of my favorite members of GG was also married to one of my favorite people on HoC. Small world. I stayed a more casual fan, watching the occasional playthrough or crafting episode on her channel. I was more of a fan of GG and Ross, so I tended to watch more of his stuff than hers, but I still made sure to keep watching her stuff. It wasn’t anything major, she just made me smile.

A few years later, it meant something more to me.

In 2016, my father died. Normally, that wouldn’t be such a big deal for something like this. It was everything leading up to his death that was the problem. I always had a very “problematic” relationship with my father. He was abusive towards me when I was younger, lashing out at me for really minor problems. (for example, one time he had lifted me up in the air by my throat and began strangling me when I was ~6. Why? Because I had used some money our neighbor gave me for cleaning up his lawn to buy a popsicle from an ice cream truck, ate half of it, then put the other half in the fridge. He found it, got mad at me, and then began to yell at me. I had a nervous tic when I was younger where I giggled uncontrollably when I was scared. Sure enough, I began to giggle and could stop it, and then he, enraged, lifted me up. I realize years later he was probably drunk, considering he smelled really weird. It isnt a good memory.) He eventually left my mom and I when I was almost 7, moving down to Alabama with this lady he met in a bar, and proceeded to do pretty much every major drug imaginable. I didn’t see/hear from him again until a few years later at his mother’s funeral. He seemed remorseful for what he did to me, and a year or two later, moved in with his cousin back in the state I was living in at the time. I began visiting him when I was 13, and he seemed to be better. He apologized to me for what he did, he tried to be a good dad, and I believed him. That was my first mistake.

Flash forward to January 3rd, 2016. I was visiting him for the weekend after staying at my cousin’s, and was sorting through my things to make sure i didnt forget anything. We had visited one of his friends to get something he borrowed (according to him) then got back to his house. He was sitting on the couch, watching TV, and I thought he fell asleep. I noticed he had a cigarette in his mouth he was going to light before he passed out, so I went over to put it aside. I figured out he wasn’t sleeping. It turns out, he was overdosing, and what I thought was snoring was his throat closed shut and the air escaping his lungs. He was dying. I told his wife (at the time) what what happening, she called 911, and I went upstairs to hide in my bedroom. A lil while later, the ambulance came by, and the paramedics gave him whatever that stuff is they give addicts who OD. (At the time, I didnt know what was going on. He had really bad lungs, and I thought they were shutting down or something. I was told it was from him overdosing later that night.) He woke up, and they drove him to the hospital to make sure he was okay. I went back to my moms house, and stayed there. That was the last time I saw him alive

As it turns out, my dad had been using me for over 2 or 3 years. He was not only stealing money from me under the pretense of helping him with driving for over an hour to pick up/drop me off from my moms place to visit, but had also been heavily manipulating me for years in order to control me. He had tried to turn me against my mother and her side of the family, claiming she had used me to verbally abuse and control him when they were married, telling me lies in order to keep me under his thumb. (like how she threatened to abort me if he didnt marry her after knocking her up, or how she had him steal from his sister during her wedding, etc.) I began to despise my mother, arguing with her constantly, and, on his insistence, never told her anything about what he was doing or what he told me. It wasnt until after that day that I learned it was all lies.

I was devastated. I felt hurt, used, and betrayed. (I realize now...its because I actually was.) I was a wreck. It didnt help that 4 months later...he died. Needless to say, it was a very, very tough grieving period. I locked myself away in my room, unable to summon the energy to even get up in the morning. I had suffered from mild depression prior to this, but it was much worse. I couldn’t find a way to get through this, suffering for months, and eventually, began to think about suicide.

Thats where Holly came back in.

Besided the playthroughs helping cheer me up a lil whenever I put them on, it was her advice that really began my path to healing. Her kind words and support to others began to help me sort through the baggage I had been dealing with about my dad. I began to follow her advice on how to deal with my depression, and began to slowly ull myself back from the edge, and, over time, began to pull myself back up. Eventually, with her help, I began to attend regular therapy sessions, and managed to fully come to terms with what my father had done to me, as well as properly manage both my depression and anxiety problems. I honestly don’t know where I’d be right now if it wasn’t for Holly. She helped keep me going when I really needed it. She, for lack of a better expression, helped save my life. I’ll always be grateful to her for that...despite all of this. Ever since then, whenever I felt my depression weighing me down, or felt my anxiety creep back up on me, I could rely on her to help keep me grounded.

When all this happened, I couldnt help but notice I felt the same way as I did all those years ago. Despite the fact that its just some random lady on the internet, and shouldnt have mattered as much as it did...it still hurt on a personal level. The worst part of this whole thing? I can’t go back to the thing that helped me out whenever I felt this way. Not without being reminded everywhere I go of how everyone thinks of her.

So...maybe thats why I’m doing all this. Not just to stop people from spreading hate and rumors based on speculation...but because part of me cant/doesnt want to believe one of the people I relied on and put trust in could be the bad guy. Because part of me just refuses to let go or lose someone who meant so much to me. Because part of me wants to believe that things will get better...even if I know they wont.

If you read through this, thank you. Maybe someone out there feels the same way I do. Maybe, if they dont, someone can understand. Its been a rough month for me. I just hope things will look up somehow. I dont know if I’m gonna come back to this. Im realizing it probably isnt healthy. The only thing I have left to say, then, if I dont come back; please, try to spread good. I know this is the internet, and even worse, tumblr...but i think people need some light nowadays. and constantly spreading hate and cruelty...that wont help anyone. I know nothing i say matters, that nothing i’ve done has changed any minds. but even if you cant trust Holly anymore, or dont believe anything she says...at least believe in one of her beliefs. That kindness is the greatest thing to spread to others, and the world can sure use a lot more of it.

Good night.

[mollyraesly]

Time with Wolves -- Chapter 20

“You don’t approve.” Cat sighed and shook her head. “No, Sansa, dear, I didn’t say that. Of course, you can wear any dress you’d like, it’s just—" “Yowza,” Arya exclaimed as she walked into their parents’ bathroom where Sansa and Cat were already gathered among lipsticks and hair products. “I can almost see your navel.”

“No you can’t,” Sansa replied, rolling her eyes. “Perhaps you should lean over so we can double check—I wouldn’t want to have a wardrobe malfunction—" “Or old Mr. Mormont will swallow his tongue when he sees your nips pop out.” “Arya!” Sansa screeched. “Gross! Mr. Mormont is a nice man.” “A nice man who might catch a glimpse of what the good Lord gave you.” Sansa stuck her tongue out at Arya as she applied her mascara. “Sansa, though, really, have you thought about—“ “Mom, gods, I’m wearing double-sided tape, if you must know.” Cat sighed heavily. “Good. Well, then, if this is what you want to wear...” “It is,” Sansa stated firmly as she traced the silver sequins of her gown down her hips. It was floor length and form-fitting—and despite Arya’s comment—it did not reveal her navel. But Sansa might be battling Margaery for the role of Cleavage Queen. When she saw the dress yesterday, she knew it would fit and that it would be exactly what she needed for the day. The silver sequins reminded her in a way of chainmail, and she wanted a coat of armor to protect her today. She didn’t want to be shattered like porcelain or cracked like ivory; she wanted to be impenetrable steel. Yesterday had been difficult but not impossible. She hadn’t had to watch the rehearsal in the church because she—and by extension Dickon—has volunteered to wait in the lobby to greet people as they came in and direct them toward the main hall, the bathroom, or anywhere else they needed to go. Then she and Dickon walked over to the Dornish restaurant to make sure everything was set up and ready for thirty-some guests. “Are you all right, Sansa?” Dickon had asked her, his forehead lined with concern. “Of course,” she replied automatically as she flitted between the tables to refold the napkins. He reached out to still her hands. “I know you’re worried about seeing Jon Snow again.” Sansa sighed. She’d told Dickon bits and pieces about him throughout their relationship. She hadn’t given him that many details—mainly explained that she’d had a bit of a crush on one of Robb’s friends that she thought had been requited but apparently hadn’t—or at least not in the way she’d hoped.  And Dickon, of course, knew that Jon had been in the Night’s Watch and that Sansa had worried about his safety. They’d talked about Jon a bit more after she met Sam; he’d been interested in her unexpected connection to his brother. But it was likely that one of her siblings might have gotten to him based on his tone. “I am nervous,” Sansa told him as she grasped Dickon’s hand in her own. “He really hurt me when I was still so young and impressionable, and it’s hard to see him again. Even with how much I’ve changed and grown, seeing him makes me feel like that stupid little fourteen year-old girl again.”  Dickon kissed the corner of her mouth. “He didn’t deserve you then, and he doesn’t now. Don’t let him ruin this weekend for you.” “Cause it’s going to be such a stellar weekend otherwise,” Sansa deadpanned. Dickon smiled weakly and helped her fix the rest of the napkins before the guests arrived. He’d stayed with her as she helped to greet more people and play hostess to make sure everyone was settled and had everything they needed. And he held her hand during dinner. She could always sense where Jon was, even though she tried not to look directly at him. A few times throughout the dinner she recognized that him was trying to get her attention, but Sansa always found a way to avoid him.  She doubted she’d be so lucky today.  “What is it, Mom? Just say it.” Cat sighed. “Well, it’s just—seems inappropriate for you to outshine the bride.” That thought hadn’t crossed Sansa’s mind, and for half a moment she thought about going to her room to put on the other dress when Arya interrupted. “S’not like Sansa wasn’t gonna do that anyway, even if she wore a burlap sack. She’s always the prettiest girl in the room.” “Tied for prettiest,” Sansa amended. Arya rolled her eyes, but Sansa could still detect a blush underneath her younger sister’s layers of makeup. “You’ll wear a shawl in the church,” Cat told Sansa pointedly.  “I’ve got a faux white fur one that’ll go perfectly.” She’d made it years ago when she’d cosplayed as Good Queen Alysanne from A Dance with Dragons at a Renaissance Fair in Torrhen’s Square. Cat sighed but nodded and smiled weakly at her two daughters. “I suppose it’s alright then.” Sansa grinned, and Arya whooped. “Is it cool if I take scissors to my hem then?” “Don’t you dare, Arya Stark.” “But what if I wear a cloak for the ceremony?” Sansa had to try very hard not to laugh at their bickering so that she wouldn’t screw up as she put on her lipstick—blood red to match her toes. Shawl in place, Sansa took Dickon’s hand as he helped her into the car that had come to take them, Gendry, Arya, and her parents to the church; her brothers were already there getting ready.  “At the risk of sounding like a broken record, you look very beautiful,” Dickon murmured in her ear. Sansa gave him a wide smile. “Wait till you see the dress without the shawl.” Despite all the last-minute errands she had run on her brother’s behalf, everything was a bit chaotic still at the Church. Sansa was on her way to help her mother find Mrs. Westerling to figure out what happened to all the bridesmaids’ bouquets when she felt a tug at her wrist. She spun around on her heels. “Rickon? What are you—what is it?” “Sansa, can you help with the ties again? In Robb’s room, nobody can—" Her eyes dropped to the necktie in his hand. “Of course. I’ll get you looking perfect in just a second.” When she was done, she told him he looked like a dream, which made Rickon beam. “Can you come do Bran too? Theon can’t tie his either, and Robb—” Before Sansa could protest, Rickon grabbed her hand and was yanking her toward the groom’s dressing room.  “Rickon, sweetie, I really don’t think this is the best idea—“ But he’d already shoved her inside. “Sansa!” Robb exclaimed. “My beautiful sister. Thank the Gods you’re here. I’m absolutely hopeless without you.” He handed her his white bow tie. “Could you help a brother out? It is my wedding day after all.” Sansa plastered on a smile and obliged him—and then Bran. While she was working on Theon’s tie, Jon walked in.  “Everything with the priest is sorted, Robb. He says we’re ready to go in thirty.” Sansa’s hands stilled for a moment as she caught a glimpse of him. She’d never seen Jon Snow in a tux before. The sight proved to be a little too much, so she forced her eyes back to the task at hand. “Thirty minutes? Already. Wow. I guess this is really happening.” Robb sucked in a deep breath. “I’m getting married.” Bran rolled over to help Robb, and the movement drew Jon’s eye to the back of the room. “Sansa.” She peered at Jon over Theon’s shoulder. “Jon.” She began pulling at Theon’s neck that he groaned a little. “Sorry!” she fretted to him. “I’ll be done in a second. I’m just helping with the ties. Rickon—" “Sansa did all our ties for us!” “I see.” “She could’ve done yours too, but—“ Jon’s tie was already tied. Precisely, Sansa noted. “I learned in the army,” Jon explained in Sansa’s direction without quite meeting her eye.  “Yes, of course you did.” “Just mine, though. I can’t do anyone else’s.” “No, that would be a strange training exercise.” A moment of pregnant silence passed, which Sansa ended by clapping her hands together. “Well, I should get going. Mom might need me. Best of luck, Robb.” “Thanks, Sans,” said Robb, looking only slightly nauseous. She blew a kiss to Rickon and shared a look with Bran before sweeping out of the room. Then, after nearly a half hour of dodging hairspray, welcoming guests, and searching for a missing bouquet, she and Dickon were sat on the groom’s side next to Arya and Gendry. “Here goes,” Arya muttered darkly under her breath as the organ kicked in. “Here goes,” Sansa chanted back. The procession went quickly and mostly smoothly. Luckily, the music was loud enough to cover Sansa’s choking laughter when Arya saw the bridesmaids’ dresses and announced with a snort of relief that she was glad Jeyne hadn’t asked either of them to be in her bridal party. Jeyne was grinning widely as her father escorted her down the aisle. She’d chosen the dress well; even though neither the capped sleeves nor the blush color were to Sansa’s taste for a wedding dress, it hid her baby bump well. She could really only spot it from the profile as Jeyne walked past their pew. Father Luwin, the priest Sansa had known since she was a little girl who’d baptized all the Stark children and even married her parents, would be leading the ceremony the next day. His gentle but strong voice and familiar face helped calm her nerves. Sansa focused on him rather than the happy couple and Arya, who kept pinching herself so she wouldn’t say anything or start laughing inappropriately.

Sitting through the ceremony felt tedious, even though it was finished within a matter of minutes. Sansa amused herself primarily by watching Rickon, who looked adorable all dressed up in his tux and was trying his best to listen but could not seem to stop fidgeting his legs.

“Did he take his ADHD medication today?” Sansa heard her mother whisper to Ned.

She didn’t hear the answer because as soon as the words “Love is patient, love is kind,” were uttered, Arya started pretending to throw up into Gendry’s lap.

Robb and Jeyne stuck with the traditional vows, for which Sansa was grateful because personalized ones were so often overly long and too personal for a church ceremony. Besides, weddings were meant to be traditional.

Even though she was still quite peeved at her older brother and barely knew Jane, Sansa still felt a little tug at her heartstrings when they pronounced: “I am his; he is mine; I am hers; she is mine.”

At last, they kissed, and the procession began. Arya’s heavy sigh mixed with Sansa’s own.

“Just the reception now,” her sister noted. “Almost done.”

“Pictures first,” Sansa reminded her.

Arya groaned, but a quick look from their mother shut her up.

Taking the group photos in the church was a bit chaotic. The photographer kept telling certain Starks to sit down and others to get back up toward the altar. But after about twenty minutes, they were on their way to the reception.

“Can I get you a drink?” Dickon asked as they walked in.

“In the name of all the gods, yes, please,” Sansa told him.

As he headed off toward the bar, she found their table and finally removed the fur her mother had made her wear.

The first person who spotted her was Margaery—a fact which should have come to no surprise.

“Sansa Minisa Stark! I thought you said you were going to wear some old number.”

“I was, but then I changed my mind.”

“Indeed! Changed your mind and lost half your fabric in the process.” Margaery bit her lip, shaking her head with a smug look. “And here I thought I would win for lowest neckline at the wedding.”

Sansa smiled sweetly. “No shame in second best, darling.”

“You know, if Dickon doesn’t propose to you on the spot, he’s not just stupid but blind, as well.”

Sansa just rolled his eyes. “One wedding this calendar year is quite enough already.”

“Unless, this isn’t for Dickon’s benefit?”

Sansa straightened her posture and raised her chin. “I wore this dress for me.”

“And gods, do you look good in it,” Margaery observed with a smirk.

“Yes, well,” Sansa allowed, “there is that.” A smirk quirked at her own lips and had not quite faded by the time Dickon brought her a flute of champagne.

“Gods, you look….” he trailed off.

Sansa took the proffered drink and leaned up to give him a deep kiss. “Thank you,” she whispered in his ear as she smudged away the traces of her lipstick from his lips. “Shall we go? I think I spot Arya over by the corner.”

“Let’s.”

[kira-fluff]

could you do a request with MC having tons of beautiful tattoos all over her (like her stomach, arms, thighs, and hands) with RFA?

Sorry this is such a looooong wait!! I’ve been meaning to get back into writing. Anyways here you go anon! P.S. I also added a little surprise at the end ;) 

Yoosung 

-Yoosung would be very surprised at first

 -Like

-“WHOAA that’s SuPeR CooL”

-You’d grin as you show him the tattoos coating almost every inch of your body

-Won’t stop talking about how you like one of his favorite video game characters

-Often asks you to cosplay

-And if you’re up for it, then you’d go quite often to Cons and LARPs with Yoosung

-And get lots of compliments

-But not just about your tattoos ;)

-You laugh it off and thank them with a smile

-Until you turn and see a little pout on Yoosung’s face

-You bite back a smile

-“What’s wrong, Yoosung?”

-He’d continue to pout until you pester him a bit longer

-He finally gives in eventually, despite his stubborn personality

-Because you’re you.

-And Yoosung can never say no to you

-He’d slowly make out the words to tell you

-“…I just don’t like all those guys looking at you…”

-You bit you lip to keep you from laughing

-“Yoosung…I’m cosplaying..they’re supposed to look at me”

-“WELL NOT LIKE THAT!!”

-“Like what?”

-“Like you’re some,,,some sNaCK!”

-Oh?

-You have failed, you’re bursting out laughing

-“Y/N it’s not funny! Seriously!!” he’d cry out in frustration

-But you’re laughing at his jealousy

-Because…

-Does he not realize you’re already his?

Zen

-So as you all know

-Zen used to be the “baddest boy”

-…..sure Zen….

-When he meets you and sees all the tattoos decorating your arms as well as you neck and legs

-“..You know, Y/N, I used to have a friend that had a ton of tattoos too”

-Thinks it makes you the edgiest thing ever

-Brags about you ALL THE TIME in the RFA chat rooms

-“JUST LOOK AT HOW GORGEOUS SHE IS”

-“Zen. Its 3am. Go to sleep.”

-“Shut up trust fund”

-Lowkey thinks you have a dark past

-“Zen stop i’m not that edgy”

-Always begging you to wear his leather jackets

-The Edgiest Couple?™

-Nope

-Smooth rides on his motorcycle

-“Zen were you in a gang”

-“WHAT NO WHO DO YOU THINK I AM?!”

-“A mafia boss”

-“….really?”

-Despite all your tattoos he still treats you like a princess

-As he should

-In fact, he calls you a princess all the time

-“Princess, wanna go on a ride?”

-CONSTANTLY COMPLIMENTING YOUR TATTOOS

-As well as your face, hair, body, etc.

-Ok pretty much all aspects of …you

-Sometimes he’ll trace the designs of your tattoos

-He’s just in awe at the beautiful art that is you

Jaehee

-Not judgemental at all

-Jaehee is the type to believe that the choices you make in life are your own decisions and shouldn’t be judged

-She finds many of the tattoos to be really pretty!

-Scolds those who try to embarass you in public that say your tattoos are “too much”

-Honestly in general she’s very respectful of people’s lifestyles as long as it’s not affecting their health

-At first she may be a little surprised

-But she knows it doesn’t matter :)

-Jaehee is also very supportive of you (really about anything in life)

-Somewhat similar to Zen she’d compliment the artistry of the tattoos

-Jaehee likes to appreciate the small things as well

-So she’d give very heartfelt compliments about you as well

-And when you come to her crying one day because, yet again, your relatives all went off on their rants of how you are “going to regret your foolish decisions later”

-Jaehee consoles you telling you that their opinions have no value

-That you shouldn’t listen to them as they obviously don’t understand that this is your decision and therefore your choice

-Obviously she’s also the mom friend so she’s always checking up on you when you aren’t with her

-Because she loves you

-And nothing will change that

Jumin

-If I’m being honest he might be a bit less supportive :/

-“Y/N I do not see why this would be ethical nor why it is necessary”

-“Jumin, I didn’t do this because it was necessary, I decorated my body because I wanted to. You have your way and I have my way.”

-That shut him up

-But he’d also be worried because “how are you going to be able to get an MRI if you get hurt”

-That’s mainly his concern

-He’s not really one to say that you “will regret your decision later” because he believes that you can do whatever you want

-He just doesn’t understand the reason why

-And as I said earlier, his concern for you.

-But after a short time of convincing, he’d give into you.

-He always does.

-But also because you got pretty upset

-And he of course felt horrible

-He’d try to apologise with gifts but after seeing you reject them all he’d realize that all you ever wanted was his acceptance

-And so with no hesitation he would run up to you and hug you whispering of how he was wrong, as well as the beauty that you are

—And then it’s all in the past

-Eventually he’ll probably get a tattoo of Elizabeth III because CatDads.com said it is the utmost display of love to your cat

-(You’ll find out later this website was made by Seven as a payback prank for all the trouble Jumin caused you)

-Also he would of course get a tattoo of your name in Chinese

-Reporters would go crazy with outlandish headlines

-“IS JUMIN HAN GOING THROUGH A PHASE?!”

-“JUMIN HAN SEEN GOING ROGUE AFTER DATING NEW GIRL”

-“WHAT IS THIS PHENOMENON?!”

-All you and Jumin did was laugh at the headlines, going about your lives

-Unless someone publicly offended you

-Then Jumin would definitely bite back

-Almost arrested someone

-“Jumin stop”

-“Mr. Kim. Send support to coordinates…”

-“JUMIN OH MY GOD”

-“Y/N i’m not making the same mistake again”

-He still feels bad about it..

-“Jumin it’s ok. All is forgiven”

-You still find it endearing that he cares this much for you though

Saeyoung/Seven

-Lots of laughter

-He’d known for a while but when he first saw you in person he was still laughing

-Not at you but at the parallel from the way you talk in the chat rooms compared to real life

-Calls you the edgelord

-Also lowkey wants to get matching tattoos with you

-Sometimes he’d mess around with you kissing your neck but saying “I was just kissing your tattoos lolol”

-Lots of tattoo memes?? Like where did he even find these??

-Turns out he made them himself

-Also since he’s such a considerate person he’d look for clothes that compliment your tattoos

-Well….anything looks beautiful on you so…

-He also really likes when you wear a swimsuit because he gets to see (almost) every inch of your body, and all the art displayed on it

-Sometimes he’ll draw little designs or cats on unmarked parts of your skin

-Calls you his “work of art”

-Among other things

-He also spams the chat room with cute pictures of you and your tattoos

-Like Zen, a LOT of bragging to the other RFA members  

-“Seven we’ve heard enoughh stop hogging the chat”

-Uses the “is this allowed” meme/vine unironically whenever you get another tattoo

-He’s only joking tho

-Sees anyone with a tattoo and asks if its your sibling or long-lost cousin

-“No seven no”

-knows you’re a bad bitch

-Yet he still likes to be you Defender 707!

BONUS!

Saeran/Unknown

-“You’re just like me”

-Really likes your tattoos

-People in public are a little intimidated by this PowEr CouPle

-All the swirls and designs don’t go unnoticed by others either

-He kinda glares at them if he seems anyone checking you out

-Lets just say they go away with their tail in between their legs

-He always compliments your tattoos as well

-I mean seriously

-“Y/N. You’re so beautiful.”

-Just like Seven he’d want to get a matching tattoo

-He’d always blush when he’d wonder where else you might have tattoos

-He’s a bean ok

-But also he can’t stop thinking about it

-He’d bite his lip

-When you finally ask and he tells you, you’d laugh

-You lift up your shirt to show your stomach is also completely decorated with tattoos as well

-He’d blush an even deeper red cuz the boy is too pure

-But he’d grab your arm, pulling you toward him before kissing you softly

-Because you’re a masterpiece

Wowww ok so I’m really sorry for our inactivity but I’m baack ! I love you guys! Keep sending requests in! 

-Elly 

[thedefinitionofbts]

Kingdom of Crystal Snow

↳ Christmas Special ❄️

Pairings: Kim Taehyung x Reader ft. Park Jimin

Genre: Comedy, Light Angst, Fluff, Royal Au (?)

Words: 10K

Description: A prince from a far off land is sent to earth to discover the meaning of crystal snow, and you are somehow just what he needs. 

Jimin has always told you that you should change your awful habit of putting off studying for a test last minute. He calls it a bad case of procrastination. You call it “living on the edge”. And it’s not that you don’t want to change per se, it’s just hard when you’ve always relied on that rush of adrenaline from imminent doom to give you a push to take action. If it were easy to alter such an innate mindset, you’d actually be prepared to ace your final tomorrow.

“I’m going faaaaiiiil!” You groan, banging your head against the textbook laid opened in front of you. 

“What did I say about trying to cram a semester’s worth of information in one night?” Jimin says, not even bothering to glance up from his own book.

You tsk in annoyance. “Can’t you just be a little more supportive?” 

“Okay, okay” He gently closes his book and takes off his glasses to look at you. “You are not going to fail.” You can tell he’s not trying very hard to sound convincing. You’ve known him long enough to distinguish authentic support and just going through the motions to make you feel better.

“But I am!” You insist, more for the purpose of complaining out loud rather than actually getting another half-assed response from your friend of five years. “I barely understand the first chapter, how the hell am I going to learn the entire book by tomorrow morning!?” 

You were right and wrong, more or less. You were right in thinking there was no way you were going to understand the entirety of your textbook by sunrise the next day, but you were wrong in believing you would fail the entire class.

Thank Jesus Lord.

Jimin would actually, maybe, perhaps be proud to know that you were a measly 2 points away from failing, but pulled through. 2 points away from having to repeat the course and having to graduate a year later (aka having to walk with Jungkook at graduation, which god knows will go down in the unofficial history books among your group of friends for the rest of eternity). It actually feels pretty good, knowing you were blisteringly close to being depressed over winter break only to be saved from said hellish nightmare by such a blessed margin. 

2 points. Jimin would call it getting lucky, but you refer to it as “having talent”.

At the moment you are running through all the ways you can break the good news to him, debating whether you should pretend that you failed and psych him by telling him you didn’t whilst he was consoling you. But just as you were playing house with all of these hypothetical scenarios in your mind, you spot someone just appearing out of thin air on your way to the coffee shop near campus. Appearing out of thin air. Like poof, there’s your living, breathing human being delivered right under your nose. You could’ve sworn the public park wasn’t this tripped up the last time you were here, and last time you checked, you were awake and not dreaming.

Must be post-finals stress disorder.

“Ok, how the fuck did you do that?” You point at the man sprawled on the ground as if he had just flown through a time portal.

He groans in pain, rubbing the back of his head. “W-who are you?” He looks up at you, squinting due to the blinding rays of the sun that your head is conveniently just two inches away from blocking.

“I think I should be the one asking that question.” You observe suspiciously as he stands up. He’s much taller than you had expected, and slightly intimidating now that he’s towering over you.

“I am Kim Taehyung, crown prince of the Winter Kingdom.”

There are mainly two things that cross your mind as you casually register his words. 1.) It’s a shame this guy is high on drugs right now because he’s actually really attractive, and 2.) Did he actually just say what I thought he said?  

It takes every last ounce of strength you had to not erupt into laughter.

“Uhhhh, is this supposed to be some cosplay thing for the holidays, cause I’m really not into that stuff, and I’d rather not deal with drunk strangers.” You start to walk away, eyebrow still raised even as you switch your attention onward and try to erase the thought of how realistic his costume actually looked. The dude must’ve spent hours putting something like that together, so you can’t blame him for trying so convincingly to stay in character.

“Please, you must help me.” He begs, following closely behind like a lost puppy. “I can’t return until I have discovered the meaning of crystal snow.”

You stop walking abruptly, causing him to almost crash into you head on. “Crystal snow?” You turn to him, raising your other eyebrow dubiously. “You mean like snowflakes and shit?”

He looks at you confused. “It’s not that simple. It’s something that has been at the core of our kingdom for centuries. Every ruler brings a different kind of snow to the wintry realm. I must find the meaning of mine. ”

“Don’t you guys have encyclopedias or some ratchet form of Google for things like that? I mean, how the hell are you going to find answers here, on earth, a place where crystal snow literally just means snowflakes?”

He sighs. “We do, but they do not contain the information I seek, and the sorceress has never been wrong.”

“The sorceress?” You furrow your brows even harder as you begin to grasp how ridiculous this conversation was getting. “Ok, listen buddy. I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but I need to go.”

Taehyung opens his mouth to protest, but shuts it before the next words can escape his lips.

You flash him a weird look one last time before quickly running off. Finals were over, winter break is beginning, and you have a coffee date with Jimin to get to. There was no time to mess around with a random stranger who claims he’s from another world. What was the guy smoking anyways? He had to be high or something…right?

“You’re late.” Jimin’s familiar voice cuts through your reverie.

“Only by like five minutes.” You counter, setting your peppermint latte down on the table.

The café was festively ornamented the same way it is every year, with a large Christmas tree crammed in the corner and wall decorations hanging on a space that is clearly too small for so many objects to be juxtaposed. Despite looking cramped and messy, the atmosphere was earnest and cozy, reminiscent of nostalgic childhoods and charmingly intimate conversations with those you are closest to.

Jimin’s face breaks into a smile. “I’ll let you off the hook seeing as though you just went through a week of hell.”

“Ugh, story of my life.” You roll your eyes. “I’m surprised I managed to survive.”

You decide to not make a big deal about passing the exam. Whether it was because the events from this morning had shaken you up or because it seemed insignificant in the grand scheme of things, you figure you’d rather talk about winter break and Christmas plans.

“Namjoon and Yoongi are going back home, Hoseok has this dance camp he’s doing for the next three weeks, so it’s just me, Seokjin, and Jungkook.”

“Oh boy, that’s going to be interesting.”

“Tell me about it.” Jimin sighs.

 …

 You spent the rest of the day chatting with Jimin at the café, something you had grown accustomed to doing over the years. It was a good way to pass time, or waste time, depending on how you chose to view it. By the time the two of you leave, it’s already late afternoon, and since it’s winter, the prematurely setting sun gives off the impression that it’s a lot later than it really is.

However, it’s not completely dark yet; the sky is just reaching that magical twilight hour where it’s painted with baby blues and pastel pinks. The temperature is beginning to drop, but the crisp winter air is still and almost therapeutic. You don’t notice anything peculiar at first, not until you squint your eyes and spot the one person that you wished your mind could just allow you to ignore, and maybe you would’ve if you and Jimin had not carelessly walked so close to where he was sitting.

“Oh god, why is he still there?” You quickly attempt to hide behind Jimin, the latter being somewhat taken aback by your sudden change in demeanor.

“Who?” He looks around obliviously before his eyes land on the very person you were referring to. “Oh, him?”

Said “him” just happens to be Kim Taehyung, and he was quietly sitting on the bench by the same park you had saw him suddenly appear at this morning. He was just staring at the ground absentmindedly, not even noticing you and Jimin standing a mere ten feet away from him.

“Shhhh” You quickly reach up to cover Jimin’s mouth as if it would prevent Taehyung from spotting you, which seems downright futile in hindsight because honestly if Taehyung actually cared about your presence, he would’ve gotten up by now.

“You know him?” Jimin mumbles, speech muffled by your hands.

“He’s just some crazy guy I ran into this morning.” You explain, releasing your hold on his mouth. “The reason I was late in the first place was because I couldn’t get him off my back.”

“Was he insistent on getting your number?”

“No, no” You shake your head. “He kept asking for my help because he claimed to be a crown prince of this snow kingdom and was sent to earth to find something.”

There’s a fleeting pause before you hear Jimin laugh out loud, throwing his head back and everything.

“I’ll give him props for being creative.” Jimin says in between fading giggles.

You roll your eyes, slumping your shoulders in defeat. You hadn’t noticed until now, and you blame Jimin for laughing so loudly, but Taehyung had looked up from the ground and was now staring at you and Jimin.

“Hey, he’s looking at us” Jimin comments as you continue to make eye contact with Taehyung. “Should we, uh, go before he comes over?”

You can hear Jimin’s question loud and clear, but your eyes remain glued to the boy sitting on the bench. It’s strange that you’re just now noticing how odd and unearthly his appearance was. His sculpted, almost otherworldly, facial structure and flawlessly transparent skin was clearly not a result of makeup, and the way that his silver speckled irises expressed a sort of disorientation that made your heart clench ever so slightly should’ve been enough to convince you that he was maybe telling the truth. As absurd as his whole story was, you somehow begin to think he maybe wasn’t lying about being from another world, but it wasn’t his strikingly non-human features that made you want to help him, it was the way he dropped his gaze, not even making a motion to stand up, the pure hopelessness engulfing his entire being that compelled you to walk over to him, even though Jimin was baffled as fuck by now.  

“Y/N” You vaguely hear Jimin call from behind you, but you don’t stop until you’re standing right in front of the male sitting on the bench, who by now is looking as confused as Jimin.

“Prince Taehyung, right?” You voice, crossing your arms as his head tilts up to look at you.

You watch Taehyung’s Adam’s apple bobble up and down as he swallows nervously while he nods.

“You’re very far from home and you can’t get back until you’ve discovered the meaning of crystal snow, correct?”

He nods again.

You let out a long sigh. “I’ll help you.” At this point, you don’t even know what possessed you to act so boldly. It was like you were in some role-playing mode where you had this urge to act all cool and pretend that the situation wasn’t completely ludicrous. But he did appear out of nowhere, so he was either telling the truth or just a really talented magician. You hope it's the former.  

“You will??!!”

Both Jimin and Taehyung speak at the same time, almost making you jump out of your furry down jacket. It was almost amusing how similar their reactions were, but it evidently wasn’t the time to laugh.

You clear your throat and looked back and forth between the two of them. “Yeah.” You finally manage to say with poise before beginning to walk as they both scrambled to follow you.

“Will you take me to find crystal snow?” Taehyung’s deep voice is a clear contrast to Jimin’s slightly high-pitched tone.

“I would if I knew where that could be found.” You reply.

“Does it not snow on earth?”

“It does, but it’s just…snow.” You pause to think. This was going to be a lot harder than you had originally planned. You had completely forgotten the reason Taehyung had even asked for your aid, and truthfully, you didn’t really think this whole “offer help” thing through before just jumping into it. “There are places around the world where it snows more than others. Like the north and south pole…” You trail off.

“Can you take me there!?” Taehyung sounds too hopeful, and you almost want to tell him that people don’t actually go to those places and there was no way in hell you were going to accompany him in the event he decides to go.

“Whoa there, she’s not going anywhere with you.” Jimin interrupts, making you wonder why he was getting so protective all of a sudden. It’s not that he ever acted like he didn’t care or put on an absentminded façade when it came to you, in fact he had been your best friend for years and always looked out for you, but his particular reaction at that moment would have any outsider wondering if he was-

“Are you her suiter?” Taehyung’s direct question makes both you and Jimin fall silent. You’re cheeks begin to heat up, and judging by the way he was sinking deeper into his scarf to hide his face, Jimin was feeling quite embarrassed to.

An awkward silence falls over the three of you.

“We’re just friends.” You finally manage to voice, avoiding direct eye contact with either of them.

The rest of the walk to your apartment is strangely less dramatic, other than Taehyung explaining everything about the place he came from, and why he needed to find this mysterious crystal snow that you’re starting to think is going to be impossible now.

“Each ruler brings a different kind of snow to the kingdom. My father’s snow is opaque and white. The flecks of precipitate are large and float for long periods, dancing in midair before slowly drifting to the ground, which is why our nation is called the Kingdom of Ivory Petals while it is under his rule. The prophecy states mine will be crystal.” Taehyung’s explanation almost sounds like a fairytale, something too distant to grasp or even fully comprehend.

“So when you take the throne it will be called Crystal Snow?” You inquire, switching the lamp next to the couch in the living room on and allowing light to fill the previously dark room.

“Yes, the Kingdom of Crystal Snow.” Taehyung gazes wistfully out the window at the sparkling cityscape that is now twinkling in the distance.

Jimin nods slowly. “That sounds really cool, but we don’t really categorize our snow like that, or more accurately, it doesn’t hold as deep of a meaning here on earth. 

“Are you sure it’s actual snow and not some sort of gemstone we have to dig up from the ground?” At this point, you’re just throwing out random ideas because you have this hunch that it’ll increase the chances of hitting a plausible target.  

Taehyung shakes his head dismally. “I wish the sorceress told me more.”

You continue to run through anything and everything you can think of, but none of it sounded likely. By the time you were finished, it was already verging on midnight.

“Why don’t you spend a few days in the city, see if you can find anything here and then decide what to do next. I mean, you were sent here for a reason, right? Maybe what you’re looking for is closer than we think.” The tone of your voice sounds more encouraging than you actually feel, but it was the best decision you could come up with for now.

“Yeah, and it’s the holidays, maybe something magical will happen.” Jimin agrees and Taehyung doesn’t argue.

 …

 So it’s not that Jimin wanted to leave you with a stranger in your house, knowing him, he’d want anything but that. But the truth of the matter was, he lived with 5 other guys and there was just no way their tiny apartment could fit an extra person, not when Jungkook was already exiled to the couch.  

And Taehyung seemed harmless enough, because by the next morning you wake up to him lying face flat on your couch, snoozing away like any other 20-something year old college student who had just pulled consecutive all-nighters right after finals.

You’d be doubting the validity of his royal claims if it weren’t for-

“We need to get you some new clothes.” You eye his princely wardrobe up and down. “This isn’t going to cut it if you don’t want to stick out like a sore thumb.” You tug on Taehyung’s blue and silver robe and scrunch your nose at how distasteful it looks. Don’t get you wrong, like it was gorgeous for a Halloween costume and all, but completely unfit to roam a modern city in.

“This” Taehyung holds his sleeve in front of your face. “is made from the finest silks harvested in the everlasting ice caves. Its fibers are crystalized for decades before they are deemed fit for our most skilled tailors to transform into fabric for the royal families.”

You can tell he’s mildly offended, but what else could you do? You couldn’t just let him walk around like that. “And it’s gorgeous, so wouldn’t it be better if it doesn’t get ruined on Earth?” You’re fairly proud of yourself for coming up with such a convincing argument, one that to your relief works because fortunately for you, Taehyung is relatively cooperative for a prince set to be king.  

But you’ve spoken a bit too soon.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that finding clothes on earth that Taehyung would actually be willing to wear is a challenge in and of itself. You sort of expected that a prince would have expensive tastes, but you had no idea he’d have such an affinity for luxury brands. In retrospect, maybe you shouldn’t have taken him down the street where only the wealthiest of city dwellers even dare to tread (or the poor who go to window shop in prospects of experiencing that sensation of being surrounded by gold).

It was supposed to be out of sight out of mind, but by the time you recognized your mistake, it was too late because his eyes literally lit up as you passed the likes of Saint Laurent, Valentino, Givenchy, and most notably…Gucci. And you most certainly can’t believe you are dropping 4K for an outfit you are buying for someone you just met yesterday, but at least you can return it as soon as he leaves earth…right?

“So how do you like it?” You watch as Taehyung examines his reflection in the mirror of the shop, turning and doing all of these model like poses that you swear he must have practiced, because how?!?

“It’s quite nice” Taehyung responds, fixing the collar of the floral button up and performing one last pose in the mirror. He then turns to you with a faint smile that makes your heart skip a beat. “Thank you.” 

Fuck. Why does he look like he just walked off the cover of Vogue?

“Uh, yeah, n-no problem” You reply rather nervously, questioning why the room was getting so hot all of a sudden. 

So maybe Taehyung didn’t force you to buy anything for him, you wanted to ok? You just couldn’t bring yourself to denying him of something he clearly wanted, clearly as in nonverbally spoke to you through his sultry eyes. Fuck.

People on the streets start doing double takes, even going as far as to ask what agency he models for. Taehyung doesn’t understand why everyone passing by is staring at him like he’s some circus freak, only blinking in a dumbfounded way when he flashes them an innocently shy smile that puts your maternal instincts on overdrive. Some girl runs up and asked for a picture with him, in which you have to kindly turn down through partly gritted teeth. You were beginning to wonder why you even bothered to buy him “normal” clothes when he’s drawing just as much attention as he would’ve had he been wearing his royal attire.

“So the weatherman said there’s an 80% chance of snow tomorrow.” You look up from your phone app.

“The weatherman?” Taehyung tilts his head as he looks at you like you had just spoken in a language he didn’t understand. “Is he the ruler of snow on this planet?”

You have to hold back a laugh at his childish statement that sounded downright silly yet came off endearing because he genuinely didn’t know. “No Tae, he’s uh, just some guy that makes predictions about the upcoming weather based on atmospheric readings and stuff.” You pause, realizing Taehyung is probably not going to understand any of what you just said.

“So like a wizard?”

“Uh, yeah sure” You lie, not wanting to go into an entire lesson on something that doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things.

“Will it be the first snow of the winter?”

“Huh?”

Whether it was because Taehyung’s question had caught you off guard or the way he was gently staring at you, crystal clear pupils with cerulean hues searching into yours like he waiting for a sign of recognition or anticipating something magical to happen. You find yourself with a blank mind, mouth waiting to relay a response but getting no signal from your brain. “I-I guess it will be.” You murmur, averting your eyes and clearing your throat before your body loses any more of its functionality.

“I really hope I make it back before the first snow hits the kingdom.” He’s not looking at you anymore, but instead staring at the clear sky.  

“Does something happen if you don’t?” Your eyes follow his to some fictional place above.  

He turns back to you. “I will lose my right to the throne.”

You swallow heavily. “Dang…that sounds pretty serious.”

“My father is prophesized to pass this winter.”

You don’t really know how to respond to such a revelation, not that you were ever good at consoling people to begin with. You literally tried to crack a joke when Jimin’s cat died two years ago and thought it would cheer him up, which ended up doing more harm than good.  

“So basically the first snow will be your coronation.” You attempt to use reasoning this time around.

Taehyung nods. “If the flakes are not crystal, the people will not accept me as the new king.”

 …

 So as expected, the weatherman was wrong about the snow. You weren’t excessively disappointed because you had never put much faith into the accuracy of weather predictions, if anything you just felt kind of bad for Taehyung because you found him eagerly sitting by the window the next morning, waiting for white snowflakes to fall from the sky. Which they never do because weather readings are shitty, and nothing on earth is ever 100% guaranteed, even if it claims to be.

You don’t think you’ve ever hated the weatherman this much for being wrong.

“It’s bound to snow eventually.” You pat Taehyung on the shoulder, a weak form of comfort, but within the same category nonetheless. “We’ve always had a white Christmas, and even if the weather says it’s not going to snow, there are a lot of miracles around this time of year.” You personally don’t believe in miracles, but the words had flown out of your mouth before you had a chance to stop them.  

Taehyung just nods, not fully understanding what Christmas miracles were since it’s probably not a cultural thing where he’s from, but he does understand what you’re trying to do, and you’re relieved you’ve managed to restore some of his optimism.  

“So what’s the Winter Kingdom like?” You query, thinking that perhaps knowing more about him and where he’s from will reveal some clues as to why his snow is destined to be crystal…not that you understood the differences between the various types of snow or anything. But small talk, right?

“Cold.” He grins, mouth forming a rectangular shape and you wonder why you never noticed how distinct his smile is, but then you come to realize that this was the first time you’ve seen him smile in such a way, like really beam so brightly that his lips are stretching from ear to ear. “The land is blanketed in sheets of snow, and all of our infrastructure is made of diamond-like ice.”  

“Do you miss it?”  

Taehyung sighs. “In all honesty, I don’t.”

Your ears perk up, eyelids fluttering open wider. “So you don’t actually want to go back?”

“Not if I had a choice.” He looks at the floor and smiles less enthusiastically. “It’s not very fun tending to royal matters every day, but my people need me, and it is my duty to take the place of my father.”

“Oh, right…”

 …

  Jimin doesn’t think any of this is actually going to work out. He doesn’t have faith, and you don’t blame him. Heck, you more than fully agree with his doubt, but you were really being unlike yourself for not giving up despite the odds. You had spent the last weekend scouring the city for clues, nonexistent ones at that, but a little voice inside was threatening you with the belief that if you didn’t at least look like you were trying, Taehyung would leave and look for someone more “qualified”. He would finally come to terms with how useless you were, and leave you…not that you wanted him to stay…but you more than obviously do. 

“I’m not trying to be a Debbie Downer, but Y/N, do you seriously think he’s going to find his ticket to the throne here on earth?”

“Well what am I supposed to do, Jimin?” You burry your head in his couch cushion that smells oddly like Jungkook, and you know exactly why. You scrunch your nose and toss it off to the side. “He’s all alone, and I barely had the guts to come over here today and just leave him by himself at my place.”

“You left him in you’re apartment…alone?” Jimin’s jaw hangs slightly.

You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “You’re point?”

“I dunno. Like what if he burns the whole place down or something?”

“Why are you acting like he’s a pyromaniac? He’s a winter prince.” You cross your arms protectively, frowning at how ridiculous you thought Jimin was being. 

“You didn’t even trust me to be alone with your laptop until we had known each other for months, and now you’re just letting strangers stay at your place alone?” Jimin looks to be a mix of disbelief and a tinge of jealousy.

“Jimin, I’ve been sleeping with the guy for the past week, if he wanted to kidnap me or steal my stuff, he would’ve done it by now.”

“You’ve already slept with him?!” He probably didn’t intend for his voice to get so loud or for it to sound so alarmed, but it does and it makes you jump a little in your seat.

“Not like sleep, sleep…but just sleep, you know?” You quickly defend.

A look of relief washes over Jimin’s face, not that he really cared who you actually slept with…it’s just surprising to him that you would trust someone so easily, when he literally had to work his butt off to even get you to go out to eat with him and his buddies for the first few months you had met. 

“But still…what does he have that I don’t?” He mutters.

“Height” Jungkook’s voice startles the both of you, but he was clearly unaware of what you two were actually talking about by the way he nonchalantly plops down on the couch and turns on the TV.

Jimin looks like he’s about to run up and kick the younger male’s ass, but refrains from doing so seeing as though you were still in the room.  

“How did you know he was tall?” You inquire, astonished that Jimin would tell Jungkook about Taehyung without your permission.

Jungkook casually turns to look at you. “Who?”

“Taehyung”

“Who’s Taehyung?”

“The guy-” You stop yourself before continuing. “Wait, so who were you referring to when you said he had height over Jimin.”

“Well, I mean, isn’t every one taller than Jimin?” Jungkook cackles obnoxiously, leaning back against the couch.

“Do you want me to kick you in the balls?” Jimin’s voice is strained as he tries to hold back his annoyance.

“Can you guys not do this now?” You roll your eyes at their childishness.

“So who’s this Taehyung guy?” Jungkook cocks a brow. “New boyfriend?”

“He’s a prince.” Jimin mutters.

“A prince?” Jungkook huffs dubiously.

“He’s not from around here.” You explain.

It takes a good half an hour for you and Jimin to convince Jungkook that the two of you weren’t pulling some lame prank on him. Jungkook isn’t exactly the type to cast aside something just because it sounds outlandish, but he’s also not going to readily believe in whatever his friends tell him, especially something as unbelievable as this.

“Crystal Snow huh?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide as he stares into oblivion, nodding his head as he pokes his tongue in his cheek. “Like snowflakes?”

You shake your head. “That’s what I thought at first too, but apparently there’s a deeper meaning.”

“Of course there’s a deeper meaning. If it was just snow, I doubt he’d be sent to earth to find something his entire kingdom is covered in, literally.” Jimin tosses a couch cushion to the side and leans forward against his knees. “It has to be something he can only find here…like love or something.”

“As expected from the romantic one…” Jungkook mutters.

“Last time I checked, you wanted to meet your soulmate by hearing a bell in your head.” You comment, knowing fully well that it’s something your group of friends still make fun of him for, playfully of course. Jungkook’s face heats up, but you decide to not see how red it can get.

You turn to Jimin instead. “So you’re saying love doesn’t exist back in his kingdom?”

Jimin furrows his brows. “I’m just saying it’s probably not something tangible and snow is always portrayed as romantic or at least somewhat along those lines, right?”

“Wow, you two are really determined.” Jungkook comments before getting up and heading to the kitchen to grab something to eat. The room feels a lot dimmer now that the television screen is back to black.

“Maybe make him watch some romantic winter movies?” Jimin suggests. “And if that doesn’t work-“

“If that doesn’t work, I guess I’ll just have to hope he’ll have an ‘ah-ha’ moment when it actually snows.” You sigh, finishing the sentence for him.  

 …

 So maybe Jimin was right about leaving strangers alone in your apartment, or maybe you should’ve told Taehyung how to turn on the lights because by the time you make it back, the entire place was pitch black. But that couldn’t be it because you could’ve sworn he had seen you turn on the light switch before and he was definitely intelligent enough to put one and one together.

Then you realize the power must’ve gone out because the entire complex was void of light and freezing cold because the heating had ceased as well.

“Taehyung?” You call out, feeling against the walls with your outstretched arms.

“I’m in the bedroom” You hear a familiar baritone voice drift over, and sure enough there he is, overgrown bangs covering his glossy eyes.

“What are you doing in here?” You question, barely able to make out the silhouette of the man standing by the window where the smallest amount of moonlight was filtering in through the blinds.

“Sorry, I was just looking through some of your old pictures.” He murmurs. “And then the lights went out and I thought I had angered the gods, but they won’t seem to listen to my apology.”

He genuinely sounded scared, and you have to try and not run up to give him a hug. “It’s just a power outage. The lights will be back in no time.” You reassure him, despite knowing that the electricity won’t be back until tomorrow at the earliest.

“So it wasn’t me?”

You shake your head. “Of course not!”

“Oh, ok, that’s good.” He slowly puts the photo he was still nervously holding in his hands back in to the bedside drawer. “Well, I’ll just let you rest…”

He starts to walk out the room, but something about being left alone in a cold dark room makes you-

“Do you want to sleep here tonight?” Your question hangs in midair, long enough to notice, but not long enough to make you retract your offer before Taehyung could accept it.  

And you didn’t know why you were expecting him to be icy cold, but he was actually inexplicably warm. Warmer than the rays of sun hitting your skin on a chilly winter day, warmer than the wisps of heat from a crackling fireplace in the middle of a snowstorm, and certainly warmer than you imagined a winter prince would be.

“Is this ok?” Taehyung’s voice is low and creamy, and it makes you wonder if you are dreaming as you nuzzle closer to his chest. You don’t really know how it happened, but somehow you ended up in a position where you were enveloped in Taehyung’s arms, but you have a hunch it’s because you were shivering so hard he felt obligated to offer you some warmth. Or maybe there was more to it than that.

“Are you uncomfortable?” You murmur lazily, pulling back a little out of courtesy.  

“No, no” Taehyung replies quickly. “It’s just…I-I’ve never shared a bed with a woman.” His statement is so soft you almost couldn’t make out the last part.

“Oh right, royal marriages are arranged” If you weren’t already half asleep your heart would be racing by now and you’d be tripping over your words like there’s no tomorrow. “Don’t over think it. Just do whatever feels right.”

You’re lucky Taehyung’s a gentleman, or more accurately a noble prince because two practical strangers doing whatever feels right in bed usually doesn’t end up being right.

Taehyung shifts into a more comfortable position, one in which your face is buried into the crook of his neck and his chin is resting gently on top of your head. The world was still moving at its regular pace, and the room was icy cold, but the heat of his body is lulling you into the realm of slumber.

  …

  “It’s called science”

You didn’t really know what you were doing with a glass cup and silver spoon, mixing a whole bunch of salt in not enough water, an attempt to create an oversaturated solution.

“Science?” He says it in that same confused tone he always does, and it makes you flash him an assertive look that is not fitting of your randomly conjured idea.  

“If it’s not going to snow, we’re going to make crystals some other way.” You reason in an attempt to sound like you know what you are doing.

Confidence is key.  

You even had a rock candy jar set up in the kitchen this morning, and you were planning on going window shopping in some of the jewelry stores downtown right after you set up the evaporation apparatus.

Maybe you were just insane and maybe all of your efforts are useless, but you didn’t want to give up. And despite never being the type to clutch onto unrealistic expectations or endure through things that you knew you’d never succeed in, you were somehow persuading yourself that as long as you kept trying, something was bound to come out of it. As pathetic as it sounds, you were also secretly enjoying all of this just, success or failure, because it meant spending more time with Taehyung. Seriously, what was wrong with you?

Impractical logic aside, thank goodness the jewelry shops downtown are not on the same street as the luxury fashion brands, because your wallet still hasn’t recovered from being sucked dry at Gucci, and you know for a fact that another look of longing from Taehyung’s glittery eyes will weaken your already crumbling resolve to not put yourself deeper in financial debt.

Strolling along the shop lined streets; you gradually forget why you were looking at jewelry to begin with because Taehyung starts humming this beautiful melody that you are sure isn’t from Earth, and it urges you to allow yourself to enjoy his soothing company, freed from all the concerns that had subconsciously plagued your mind, even if it’s just for a little while.

There was virtually no one in the area, sans the occasional car and dog walker. You presume it’s because everyone had already finished doing all of their Christmas shopping by now and were probably all waiting to exchange gifts in 2 days. It’s serene and relieving to know you don’t find the need to fill in the silence, because just walking alongside Taehyung was comfortable enough to feel at home, something you don’t think you’ve ever experienced before, because even with Jimin, things get a bit awkward if neither of you talk for longer than 10 minutes.

Hours pass by and you start to wonder if the salt water from this morning has already evaporated from the shallow dish you had poured it in, or if sugar crystals have latched onto the string inside the Mason jar. Just as you were pondering over these things, Taehyung stops in front of one of the jewelry shops, staring at a stunning gemstone through the freshly cleaned glass window.

“It’s a diamond wedding ring.” You explain casually, glancing over at the piece he was observing. “Cause diamonds are supposed to be a symbol of forever and stuff.” You shrug, not really interested in these kind of things since marriage was leagues away from your current very, solo, single life.

“A diamond wedding ring?” Taehyung’s curiosity surprises you.

“Yeah, in our world we used those for marriage.”

“Ah, the union of two lovers.” Taehyung nods in understanding. “We have something similar back in the kingdom, but it’s made of a kind of ice that never melts.”

This time it’s your turn to nod, and although you are trying to avoid eye contact for reasons you claim you aren’t aware of, you can feel his attention settle on you once more. “So ummm, have you-uh…do you know who…” You bite your lip, regretting even bringing the topic up. How the hell did that question slip out?  

Taehyung shakes his head. “There was another part to the prophecy…” He inhales deeply before proceeding. “I will rule without a queen.” 

Your eyes widen at his statement. “Wait, what? Why?” You don’t know why you’re getting so worked up over something that doesn’t even really affect you, or at least, isn’t supposed to. But it isn’t even just you; because who wouldn’t find a prophecy like that beyond unbelievable? Not only was it was unfair, but it also made no sense whatsoever because doesn’t every ruler have to procreate? What King rules without a Queen? How else are they supposed to continue the royal bloodline?

Taehyung huffs a weak laugh, one that gives off a powerless sort of acceptance. “When I first heard about this, I thought I was surely cursed. But the sorceress told me that I end up living a happy life, so maybe it’s not as bad as it sounds.”

“Geez” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “This prophecy sounds more and more like some evil doctrine written by the angry gods.”

Taehyung turns to you with a playful glint in his eyes, and you’re caught between a storm of pity and endearment. “Because I looked through your old photographs without your permission, right?” You know he’s trying to lighten the mood, and you’re more than grateful you don’t have to use you nonexistent comforting skills. 

You laugh lightheartedly. “Eh, it’s fine. I don’t have any dark secrets that need to remain buried. Although I would prefer that one photo of me with birthday cake all over my face to remain anonymous.”

“You were very cute as a child,” He unexpectedly says before pausing and adding- “Still are.”

“W-what?” Your heart skips a beat and you can sense the heat rapidly flooding your cheeks. “I-I, uh…thanks?” You mentally face palm at your own awkward response, but what were you supposed to say when he just blurts stuff out like it was the most normal compliment he could’ve given you in that not-so-suitable moment?

You almost feel attacked (in a good way, you guess…). It’s definitely not how you ever imagined being complimented, but it makes a kind of giddy warmth spread throughout your chest, and you almost forget about the bitter cold wind that is blowing towards your face.

  …

  You were originally planning on going home for Christmas, but you didn’t think introducing Taehyung to your family and extended family would be a very good idea. Not that you wouldn’t love to see the jealous look on all of you female cousins’ faces if they assumed you had found a new boyfriend who was hot as hell, with visuals that were literally unreal if you had to describe it in not-so-poetic words.

“Can we go there?” Taehyung points at the scene in the television where one of your favorite Christmas movies was flashing across the screen.

So yeah, the Grinch isn’t exactly a romantic winter movie, but you really wanted to watch something festive and traditional, especially since Christmas films were something you looked forward to watching every year. 

“It’s just a movie. Whoville isn’t real.” Your eyes remained glued to the screen where the people of Whoville were waking up and realizing all of their presents and Christmas decorations were stolen.  

“Oh…it’s not?”

There’s a certain amount of disappointment tangled in his voice, tearing your attention away from the movie. You never felt bad about being direct with Taehyung, and he never took your blatant honesty offensively (minus that time with his silk robe), but it’s been an entire two weeks and the two of you had not come any closer to finding crystal snow, or any snow at all for that matter. You could tell he was starting to lose hope, and you can’t help but feel regretful about how limited your aid to him was.

“Listen Tae, I’m sorry I’ve been the shittiest form of help you had the misfortune of finding on this planet-” You’re not allowed to finish what you were going to say because the hand that reaches up and caresses your cheek makes you stop mid-sentence, mouth still hanging agape.

Lifting your gaze you are met with a pair of eyes so tender that you swear your breathing has stopped all together. There is a stillness that falls over your living room, and even the subtle flashing of the TV in your peripheral is not enough to convince you that time has not stopped as well.

“Your kindness was more than I could’ve asked for.” His eyes are now tracing along the contours of your face as he continues to cup your jaw in his graceful hands, skin smooth and soft. You vaguely see his tongue poke out and wet his lips from the corner of your eye, but your attention was too focused on his glistening pupils in that moment to notice him leaning closer and closer, until the distance between the two of you was nonexistent.

His lips envelope yours in slow and steady strides. Taking his time to taste you like the most opulent fruit in the forbidden garden, and allowing you to subside from initial shock and fall into the realm of relishing in the sweetness of his enchanting touch. You lose track of the seconds that pass by, and you don’t notice the movie ending and the screen fading to black. Fuzzy clouds that are too nebulous to make out are gradually beginning to cover the moon, and that’s when the magic happens.

“It’s snowing!” You gasp as he breaks away from the kiss.

Taehyung’s gaze trails after the finger you had lifted to point out the window.

 …

 Once upon a time, a winter prince fell in love and crystals fell from the sky.

You don’t remember what happened after it started snowing last night. You do, however, recall running out the door without your coat and forgetting about how easy it was to catch a cold because you were too excited over nothing as you soon came to discover the next day.

“You should be glad I called Seokjin right away.” Jimin says as he feeds you a spoonful of hot soup, courtesy of the resident chef.

“I could’ve just called him myself.” You defend, voice hindered by your stuffy nose.

“But then I still would’ve had to bring it over.” Jimin counters. “Am I right or am I right?”

You mildly roll your eyes. “Yes, Jimin, thank you for the kindness you have shown me.”  

“Well, at least I know you’d do the same for me.” His eyes transform into half moons as he beams, choosing to ignore your sarcastic tone.

“Would I though?”

Jimin’s crescents narrow into slits, and he stops feeding you.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Of course I would!”

His smile makes a return. “By the way, where’s Taehyung?”

You nod your head towards the bedroom window, facing the area where Taehyung was still outside watching the snowfall.

“I’m still banking on that ‘ah-ha’ moment, because after this, I’m all out of ideas.”

“Did you make him watch romantic winter movies?”

“Umm, not exactly…” Your mind has a flashback of scenes from the Grinch, and subsequently the kiss that happened less than 12 hours ago. You inform Jimin of what had happened, skipping the unnecessary details for obvious reasons.

“You kissed?!” He shouts so loudly you swear Taehyung could hear him from outside.

“Yeah… about that… I don’t know how it happened, but I didn’t pull away and it was actually…quite nice….” You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly.

“Oh my fucking god.”

“Why are you acting like I did something illegal?”

“It’s not that…” Jimin sighs. “It’s just…you’ve really fallen hard.”

You cross your arms defensively, pursing your lips and scrunching your nose in distaste. “And you would know because…?”

“Y/N, you’re friends with six of the hottest guys in the country, and we’ve all tried to get in your pants at one point or another. Minus Jungkook who couldn’t talk to girls until a year ago.” He lays out the facts on the table.

Your face twists in mild disgust. “Stop stroking your ego. And ewww, can you not put it so vulgarly?”

Jimin lets out a prolonged sigh. “The point is, you don’t fall for people easily, and the fact that you were soft for him from the start really says something.”

You ponder over what Jimin had said- the conclusion that he, as your friend of many years, had come to- and deem it not incorrect, yes, double negative. But you also weren’t so keen on readily accepting the indisputable fact that you had fallen for someone who was not even of your world, and a prince of all unearthly beings you could’ve had the chance of stumbling upon.

Completely absurd, right?

Taehyung comes back inside shortly after Jimin leaves in the evening. He had been outside all day and yet his body temperature is still as warm as it always is. He slips into bed quietly, assuming that you were asleep but you stir a little to signal to him that you were still awake. For once you are glad that your fever can act as an excuse for how flushed your cheeks are looking, not that it would’ve been obvious in the dark room anyways.

“So did you find it?” You inquire meekly, face still half covered by your blanket.

He hums delicately, eyes still concentrated on the wintry scenery outside.  

“I think I’m leaving soon.”

You poke your head above the covers in minor shock. You obviously hadn’t expected this moment to come so quickly, but then again, you had been hoping the snow would provide him the answers he was searching for, and it was supposed to be a relief that it did. It’s just you had anticipated to have more time to at least say goodbye, but it seems that you will not be granted that kind of closing fulfillment.  

“I can sense her approach.” Taehyung says, voice not giving away any sort of emotion from what you could tell.

“Holy shit, the sorceress?”

He nods and you can hear the friction of his head against the pillow.

“Am I going to like, meet her? Is she scary?”

“No and no” He chuckles lightly. “She will not appear in her physical form when she comes to take me, but she is very beautiful.”

“So the Winter Kingdom is just full of ethereal creatures.”

“That’s one way to put it.” The both of you laugh, but it doesn’t wash away the subtle stinging that lodges itself in your throat.

A long silent passes, and neither of you make a move to address the unknown fate that is drifting in the space between you.

At one point you almost do it, just ask the question that is burning on the tip of your tongue, but you’re afraid to hear the answer you fear he’s going to give you. Maybe it’s best that you don’t know, so that you can continue to believe in happy endings.

 …

  When Taehyung does leave, he does so soundlessly. Early the next morning in those seconds before dawn where the sky is the darkest but the sun is just around the corner.

To him the feeling is foreign even though he is being taken home, and there is a certain amount of uncertainty and hesitation even though the sorceress reassures him the prophecy has, indeed, been fulfilled.

“You understand now, don’t you?” The elderly woman’s voice echoes under the ethereal light raining down from above, colors splitting into their respective wavelengths and casting rainbows in the space around him.

Taehyung only nods at her words, not entirely paying attention to how he was being transported back to the Winter Kingdom. But it didn’t really matter because he’s preparing to re-enter the palace, to be welcomed by his family, and to fall back into his old life.  

The palace has not changed one bit, walls still as smooth and icy as they were when he left, albeit he has not been gone for all that long. His mother is ecstatic to have him back, and his father only nods in acceptance knowing his reign will soon come to an end.

“Welcome back, my son.” The King is perched on his throne, looking down at the prince who will soon be inheriting his kingdom.

“Thank you father” Taehyung bows ceremoniously.

“I assume you have learned what you needed?” The King’s voice is not harsh, but laced with a hue of sympathy that is unlike his usual demanding self, like he knew the destiny that was to befall his son and was feeling rather apologetic.

“Yes, father.”

“Very well then.” He exhales before calling for one of the royal servants to bring Taehyung up to his bedroom, a magnificent chamber located on the second floor of the Winter Palace.

Taehyung bows one last time before taking his leave back to his room where he can have time to think over all that has happened. Never had his legs felt this heavy walking up the grand staircase, and never has he felt this reluctant to walk into his room as if he had never left, as if the past few weeks was nothing more than a distant dream.  

“Your majesty, would you like change out of those… rags?” The servant lady’s comment was not intended to be offensive, but the way she referred to his earthly garments sparked a flame of anger in Taehyung, one that he would’ve acted upon had his mother not walked in before he could contest. 

“He most certainly would.” Her voice is commanding but not forceful enough to come off as aggressive.

“Mother” Taehyung gasps.  

“My son, I’m so glad you are back.” She walks over and embraced Taehyung warmly, a hug he eagerly returns. “How was it? How do you feel? Were the people on Earth kind to you?” The questions come quicker than he can answer. 

“It was amazing, mother. I was so happy.” He rests his head against her shoulder, staying in that position for just a tad bit longer.  

“You met her, didn’t you?” She murmurs.  

Taehyung nods tenderly, trying to come to terms with the muted aching that has settled in his chest, making a home at the center of his heart.

The layers of contiguous white expanse covering the land are waiting to welcome the snow his heartfelt yearning will bring as the frozen trees and icy cottages display the timelessly enthralling scenery he has known since he was born.

The people of his kingdom will never know the true meaning behind the snow he is destined to gift the wintry world, but he knows, and despite the hidden sadness that lies at the root of its beauty, he’s holding onto the conviction that it will become less painful one day.

You had defied every expectation he had for the meaning of his snow; every possible explanation the world could have given him an answer for, as well as everything he ever knew about himself and what his heart is capable of creating. His snow that is breathtakingly beautiful and different from that of all of his predecessors is a precious fairytale that will remain engraved in history books for several millennia.  

The yearning of star-crossed lovers who have not given up on the hope that they will one day meet again, like crystals that have yet to melt into tears.

“Someday…” Taehyung whispers, gazing at the crystal flowers that are now starting to gently fall from the sky.

   On particularly cold winter days you still think about him.

You don’t draw upon those memories on purpose, and they aren’t called forth as often as they used to be, but there are times when you are walking on untouched white expanses or when you experience the first snowfall of the season, that you are reminded of the enchanting circumstances in which you met him.

Sometimes you wonder if any of it actually happened. If he was real and still exists somewhere…out there, in the prisms of crystallized snowflakes that hold entire stories within their multidimensional crevices, and if he is perhaps thinking of you.

“Someday…” You voice into the wind.

You close your eyes, basking amidst the warm sunlight cascading from the clear, cloudless firmament, but you can’t seem to be left in peace because-

“Are you just talking to yourself?”

Your eyes flutter open, whipping your head around to see Jimin trudging up the path that is now covered in 6 inches of freshly fallen snow.

“I-uh, umm” You’re at loss for words because you swear you were alone, and no one has ever caught you in your most private moments. “I was just clearing my head.”

“You’re thinking about him aren’t you?” His question was so direct you find yourself at loss for words for the second time in a row.

“Does it matter? He’s gone.”

“Have you tried calling him back?”

You scoff. “Are you indirectly making fun of me right now?”

Jimin shakes his head violently. “No! Why would I do that?”

“Jimin, he’s from another world. It’s not like I have any way of reaching him now.”

“But still, you can’t give up hope that easily.”

As pathetic as it sounds, truthfully, you really haven’t given up hope. Because if you did, you wouldn’t still be thinking about him in your loneliest moments, and as much as you want to wave off thoughts of him returning, you can’t help but clutch onto that thread of possibility still shining brilliantly like diamonds under the sun. 

And it is on a particularly chilly day, characteristic of all winters, that Jimin’s words prove themselves right, although you refuse to give him credit for anything.

“Y/N!”

The all too familiar baritone voice startles you to the point where you find yourself stumbling backwards, slipping on a small patch of ice, and landing flat on your butt. Normally you’d be cursing in pain, but you’re too busy staring in awe of the man standing before you that you completely forget about the excruciatingly embarrassing fall you had just taken part in.

“T-Taehyung?”

“Are you ok?” He furrows his eyebrows in concern, causing you to realize you were still sprawled on the ground.

“I-uh, yeah I’m fine. B-but how-?” You cautiously stand up, dusting the snow off your pants, eyes never leaving the face of the impossibly ethereal person positioned before you.

“I decided to come back.” The boxy smile that causes warmth to spread throughout your entire being makes an appearance and lights up his face. You have to blink several times to make sure you are not seeing things, and that he is indeed not a figment of your imagination in that split second.

You can barely digest the situation you were in. “But what about you’re family? Your people! The Kingdom!?”

He chuckles. “I left it in good hands.” He voices proudly. “And it’s still snowing crystals.”

“But, but, but…” There was so much you wanted to ask. So much you didn’t understand, and it didn’t help that you were both now standing the middle of the park that has now transformed into a winter wonderland.

Taehyung reaches up to cups your cheeks in his hands, melting your frost bitten skin. “I missed you.” He whispers. “And I finally found the meaning of my snow.”

Snowflakes that freeze slowly into the clearest form of ice, pure and gentle, the way tender emotions develop into deep, everlasting love.

You aren’t able to hear the rest of what he says, or maybe he doesn’t even bother to finish because he obviously can’t kiss you and speak at the same time. All you can remember is him momentarily breaking away to ask-

“Can I be your one?”

-and you nodding before feeling the gentle touch of his lips connected to yours once again.

So yeah, you were right about believing in happy endings.  

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[thorne93]

Lost and Found (Part 8)

Prompt: Imagine finding a lost dog, but it’s not just anyone’s lost dog. Who will show up at your door to claim the pup?

Warnings: maybe language, lost dog, dash of angst  

Word Count: 2525

Note: My precious doggie went missing on 6/10 and no one has spotted her or turned her in to the local shelters or anything. I miss her so much, but it inspired this fic. Texts are in italics. Thanks to my darling beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ (I’m sorry for this part)

Tags: @amarvelouswritings​ @blackwidow-romanoff​ @cocosierra94​ @firstgal34​ @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @sebstan01 @camigt1999 @elleatrixlestrange​ @bittersweetunicorm @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked

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You decided to stay friends with Sebastian, and when the time was right, he would ask you out, and if he never did, then you guess it wasn’t meant to be. But you weren’t about to throw away the carefree relationship you had with him.

 The following week, you didn’t hang out as much because you needed to focus on work and you spent some early mornings and late nights there while Sebastian did the same with filming. You respected each other’s responsibilities, promising to hang out as soon as you were both free.

 But when Friday night came, it was just you, some take out and some Netflix. Nothing wrong with that, until a loud banging noise came at the door.

“Y/N, open up! It’s me!” Seb shouted through the door frantically.

 You ran over and let him and Spinee in.

 “Hey, what--” That’s all you got out before he pushed past you, pushed you inside, and slammed the door shut and locked it.

 “Can I crash here for a while?” he suddenly asked, out of breath and looking disheveled.

 “What? Uh...Sure...Yeah. What’s wrong with your place? Not that I mind, but...?” You gestured vaguely, hoping he understood.

 “Uh, nothing. I just need a place to stay. I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to turn.”

 “No, that’s cool, just...Yeah, no it’s fine. My couch is hella uncomfortable though,” you reminded.

 “I don’t care.”

 “Alright, suit yourself. You hungry? I just got takeout but if you need something we can run out.”

 “Nah, I already ate, thanks though. What are you up to?” he wondered as he let Spinee off his leash to roam free.

 “Honestly? Watching you.”

 “What?” he questioned, his face screwing up as if you were stalking him.

 “Not like that, genius. I was watching Once Upon A Time.”

 “Oh! Right.” He laughed and sat down with you. “I loved filming this,” he noted as he sat down and propped his feet up on your coffee table, something he’d done several times.

 “Yeah? I loved you in it. Full disclosure, you as the Mad Hatter. Oh man, I love it. I’m obsessed with all things Alice In Wonderland. So when you came on the screen, I about screamed.”

 He laughed as a twinkle hit his eye. “You never have told me what you have seen me in.”

 You shrugged. “I didn’t want you to think I just knew you as Bucky Barnes or Jefferson,” you informed.

 “I don’t. I know you know me from my characters. So, I’m curious, who all have you seen?”

 “Oh God,” you said, trying to wrack your brain. “Well, all of the Bucky parts, Jefferson, Lance Tucker--”

 He cut you off with a loud laugh and clap. “So you’ve seen my ass!”

 You suddenly remembered what the hell he was talking about. “Oh, yeah. I guess I have. Hah! What do you know?”

 “What do you think of it?”

 “Of your ass?” you questioned, laughing.

 “Yeah. Come on, scale it from 1 to 10.”

 “You’re a complete idiot,” you joked.

 “Please? Humor me.”

 “Fine. An 8.”

 “8? What’s wrong with it?”

 “Nothing? I just...I’m not an ass girl.”

 “Oh? What are you?”

 “Chests, all the way. Then arms.”

 He laughed. “Okay, fair enough. So, what else?”

 “Well, fun fact, the first movie I ever saw you in was the Covenant.”

 “Oh, Jesus, that’s so old, man.”

 “Yeah, it is. But I loved it. I hated you though.”

 “My character or the acting?”

 “Your character. Your acting was fine. In fact, it was so good, I hated you for a few years.”

 “What?! Why?” he demanded.

 “Because you were such a spoiled dick in that movie. You played it so well, I thought, ‘I bet he’s like that in real life.’”

 “And were you right?” he wondered, a serious tone falling over him as the air seemed to change from joking to electrified. He was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees as he gazed at you, that same magical feeling washing over you.

 “No,” you answered honestly.

 “Good.”

 “Yeah, I saw you in a few other roles and warmed up to you.”

 “Well thank God for that,” he quietly said. “You know,” he started, pulling back and breaking the moment again, “you told me once you had a lot of nerdy stuff, but I’ve never seen it.”

 “And it’s going to stay that way,” you said adamantly.

 “Aww, don’t be like that. Come on, show me. I wanna know just how deep this nerdom goes for you.”

 “Seriously? Why?”

 “So I can fuck with you about it, why else?”

 You rolled your eyes and stood up. “Come on.”

 “Yes!” he cheered as he got up to walk behind you.

 “90% of it is in my bedroom,” you informed as you flicked on the light to expose a few Winter Soldier posters, a Captain America poster, a Spiderman poster, several figurines of him and other Marvel characters, Iron Man sheets and comforter, a few Star Wars objects, and your wall of treasured movies. “So here it is, the cave of nerdiness.”

 “Oh wow. I love it.”

 “Thanks,” you said sarcastically as he walked in and examined everything.

 “No, I mean it. I mean, a lot of this pays my bills. I love when fans get into shit. I mean, I’m a fanboy myself over a lot of this stuff. It’s nice to know other people like it too.”

 You smiled sweetly at him. “Well thanks.”

 “Do you ever cosplay?”

 You laughed abruptly. “No, not any more. I did once or twice like six years ago, but I’m too busy now.”

 “I should take you to a con, you could dress up then.”

 “That would be fun,” you commented.

 “Let me see the rest!” he requested excitedly. You laughed and took his hand and went in your office, where your smaller, more prized possessions lied. It wasn’t much, but it was the more meaningful collection. “This is just...so you,” he informed as he turned and faced you, a dazzling smile on his face. That would never cease to take your breath away.

 “Is that a good thing or…?”

 “Yeah, absolutely. You’re not afraid to be you. Ya know? I know so many people, women mainly, who don’t...They just blend into the crowd. You go in people’s homes and it’s all the same shit. Same neutral colors. Same movies on the wall. Same boring, abstract painting. Everyone is so afraid to be bold. Not you. You don’t dress like a CEO, but that’s okay because it’s your fucking business. Your apartment isn’t boring. When you walk in, it’s a true reflection of you, your interests…It’s refreshing to meet someone who isn’t afraid to be themselves.”

 You looked around the office, shrugging. “I don't know. My parents never raised me to be afraid of anything. My mom told me I could do anything. She believed in me when pretty much no one else did. She is always unapologetically herself, so I suppose I get that from her too. My dad too. They never try to prove themselves to anyone. I guess because my mom’s motto was always ‘You only have yourself to depend on’.”

 “Isn’t that the truth,” he murmured as he gazed around the room.  

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 Working out sleeping arrangements was...interesting.

 Seb slept on the couch the first night but Saturday morning, he was so sore, his neck was so stiff. You massaged him and it made it better but ultimately, you said he could have your bed. He was the guest, after all. He protested heavily, stating it was your house and the man should always let the lady have the bed. You told him this wasn’t the 1600’s and he should just take the goddamn bed. Knowing you were more stubborn than him, he obliged. Then, Sunday came around and you were in the situation he was in. You felt like a pretzel and he offered to return the favor of a massage. He wasn’t half bad, especially after you soaked in a lavender bath and he went to work on you just after that. But, you didn’t want either of you to suffer so you offered to sleep in the same bed. He promised to be a perfect gentleman and you prayed he would break that promise.

 Going to sleep next to him was amazing, just as waking up with him was. Sometimes he opted for shirt and boxers, other times he was in just pajama pants, other times it was just boxers. You loved just about every look on him, and meanwhile you slept in shorts and a t-shirt as always. Once or twice you woke up to his arm around you. You didn’t tell him or alert him, because you didn’t want it to be weird but you absolutely loved the feeling of it.

 So maybe being platonic with Seb wasn’t awful….but it did torture you. He was a great friend, sure. But you still had that gnawing of wanting more. You wanted the sweet moments to blossom into passion.

 But it was still fun. You cooked for him, showing off your cooking skills and he was highly impressed. You went shopping together, spent the day out, then at night, you played video games together, laughing, sharing junk food, and competing against each other. A few times at night, once he got back to your apartment and dinner was done, you flopped down together, ate, and he would hold your hand or cuddle you as you laid down to watch something. Then, often times, you lay awake in the dark together just talking, discussing deep topics.

 Living with him was blissful. It’d only been three weeks but he was an amazing roommate and never let anything get too dirty or untidy. He picked up after himself and Spinee. You shared the chores. You were practically a married couple. You were worried you would get on each other’s nerves but it never happened.

 In fact, he was your ray of sunshine when you got home. He went out of his way to make sure you were happy, and you for him. After a long day of shooting, you would rub his feet, get him popcorn, open a beer for him. You were happy to do it and he repaid the favor. He would massage your back after a shitty day, offer to cook, make the bed, or draw you a super frilly bath. But the best day, was when you came home from from a super terrible day.

 “Ugh, fuck,” you had groaned, dropping your purse and heading straight to the kitchen to start dinner.

 “What’s up?” he asked, looking up from his phone on the couch.

 “A shitty day. First, Brad forgot a board meeting so I had to run to it a few blocks over, fifteen minutes late. I’m CEO, that shit can’t happen. Then we had a disaster recovery situation go all wrong with one of the big clients so I spent the greater part of the day dealing with them. I noticed we’re losing about $10,000 a month somewhere so I’m trying to work with the finance team to track that down…” you ranted while you grabbed the veggies and meat to make fajitas.

 But as soon as you placed them on the counter, ready to start cutting, Sebastian was off the couch and hitting play on the stereo, and turning it up. Suddenly one of your absolute faves came over the speakers around your apartment -- Call Me Unreliable. He swept up and grabbed your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist.

 You squealed as you laughed.

 “Seb, what are you doing?!” you had demanded through a chuckle.

 He had ignored you and began to sing along as he grinned, dancing you around the kitchen.

 “Seb!” you said again. “I have to make dinner.”

 “It can wait,” he said as he twirled you out.

 “But--”

 “Shush and just dance with me, okay?” he had ordered gently. He pulled you into his arms, so that your cheek was on his shoulder and he began swaying slowly. You could feel his heartbeat and immediately your day was perfect.

 Of course, Ida didn’t believe you when you said nothing was going on romantically, considering he was sleeping in your bed and living with you. But as much as you wanted it, no, he hadn’t made a move.

 For her, on the other hand, Chris and her were constantly in communication. They were actually dating. He had kissed her at least. She took about an hour telling you all about the detail. While you were thrilled for her, you felt a pang of jealousy as well.

 Having Sebastian in your life really was a blessing. He made your bad days amazing, made your good days perfect, and you couldn’t wait to get home to see him. You couldn’t wait to lie next to him at night. Even your employees had noticed a difference in you, commenting on a glow you’d been giving off. It had dawned on you at some time while he was living with you that he gave you a new purpose in life. Before him, all you had was your work. Ever since you could remember it had been work, work, work. As a child, you pushed yourself to get the best grades, as a teenager you shut out much of a social life to prepare for college, you worked extra hard and diligently to get into a good college, and again you sacrificed many things just to make sure your education and future were secured. When you finally got the jobs you thought you wanted, you worked overtime, went above and beyond, and you do it now with your company. Recently you’d taken some time off and worked from home a little more often now that Seb was around, but before that, it was work from sun up to sun down and then some. You thought you were happy that way, being a workaholic, but Sebastian had shown you there was so much more to life than driving your mental and physical self into the ground to get good numbers. He showed you there was time to stop and smell the roses, there was time to sit and just take in your surroundings, there was time to just be happy. Talking Spinee on walks in the park, going to get a coffee, making brunch on Saturday, these were things you weren’t exactly used to. Often times, Seb had to remind you to just chill out. He could tell you got nervous when you got too far away from work or when you were checking your email on your phone constantly. He eased your worries and would remind you that the company would be fine and would encourage you to just relax. He was making you feel great inside and out, finally taking time for yourself, finally letting you see just how much there was to life.

 You were living in a dream….until the nightmare came, turning your world upside down.

[sakurai09]

I need to rethink my friends...

Don’t fret, my gorgeous, beautiful, fucking amazing online friends @dreamychick, @talaraleya, and everyone else who I speak to (I just talk to these two more regularly,)

I mean my only real life ‘in my face’ friend. Heurgh…

MCM Comicon will never be the same for me. And though I might be petty, I’ll let you decide (if you want to read)

Okay, so let me explain.

So MCM Comicon was this Saturday. And yes, it was fantastic and I had a blast and I bought soooo many things (many that I can’t show because about half of them are for a certain parabatai of mine) so I’ll just write about it instead.

Yeah, there’s a legit reason why I don’t have (any fucking) pictures.

Now, I woke up that morning, ecstatic, put on my Kageyama Tobio (Haikyuu) cosplay, and styled my hair (well, Kageyama had dark red hair instead of black….work with me here, I don’t do well with wigs), did my make up to look like him, and had pretty much everything down pat.

Got on the train and met a(n extremely tall) dude dressed as Ash Ketchum (Pokemon) and we were talking about the places we were going to hit when we got there.

He took a picture of me on the train platform, and I of him (which when I asked him if I could post it, he said no, so I’m going to go with his wishes – just imagine a tall dark haired European dressed in the blue jacket and the red hat – got it? Good.)

Got off the first train and Ketchum (no names will be stated, I will be using their character/cosplay names) finds his friends at Euston, and says that if we meet again at the convention, to hang out.

Meh, sure. Why not. He seemed pretty cool.

Anywhoo, I had to take 4 trains to get to the convention. One overground from my home town to London Euston, then the underground to Bank, then the DLR to Cannon Street, then the DLR again to Price Regent.

Not bad, because I met a child Kaneki Ken on the Underground, he was having some difficulty with the amount of people on the train and his tentacle things (which OMG looked amazing!) and his dad was kind of shielding him, and I was standing behind them, to help them out as well (because I know what that feels like, with and without the cosplay).

We all got off at Cannon Street, and that’s where I met Rin from Love Live, and Levi from Attack on Titan, and apparently, they had just started talking to me the entire way to the convention (they came with their parents, because they were hella young, and their mother was happy that there was another “responsible adult” taking care of them, and her other kid who didn’t cosplay was exitedly talking random theories with me. More like, my teacher instincts came and I was just looking out for them, without looking creepy)

So we got into the convention, and I saw the most adorable Yuuri and Victor (Yuri on Ice) I have ever seen, they were dressed in their final outfits, and had pretty flower crowns on. (my phone won’t allow me to post their picture, so I’ll try it later when I’m at a pc or laptop…fate doesn’t want me to post any pictures…its a sign!)

Waiting in line to check my bags, spoke to a Vaporeon, Sam and Dean, Ace Ventura and his crew, many more AOT characters, a Storm Trooper (in which I was saved by saying “I am not the droid you’re looking for”) and many others whom I don’t know their characters, but they were extremely nice, and we sang the entirety of Bohemian Rhapsody and then the Pokemon theme song.

Unfortunately, my phone was in my bag, because my cosplay didn’t have any pockets, and the ones that were there on my jacket were small so my phone poked out, and I really didn’t want my focus to be on just my phone the entire time.

I really wished I had taken it out to take pictures, because some people were dressed so freakin amazing, cosplay up the wazzoo, and they were all so pretty.

I was entranced by a woman dressed as Mikazuki Munechika, and she was so precious. And then again by a man dressed up as Tony Stark (so Ironman without the entire suit) he had the arc reactor and everything!

‘But sakurai-ai,’ I hear you say, ‘this all seems like a lot of fun, why are you rethinking of your friends?’

Well, dear, it all went downhill after I met my friend.

The person I was supposed to meet to do the comicon together was odd throughout the entire ordeal. Let’s call him Lucifer (legit, that’s his name saved on my phone). And he hadn’t even bothered to cosplay, or wear a fan shirt – I mean, sure…whatever.

So the convention centre was planned out with a centre hallway that had all the restaurants and tables, confectioneries, etc, and there were two immense hallways on either side with the convention stalls. (like a butterfly, where the body is the restaurants and entrance exits, and the wings are the stalls). Got it? Good…

Our plan, go through everything on one side, take a break, get some lunch, and go through the other side and then double back if we wanted something.

Easy, and it worked until after lunch.

There were so many amazing stalls, all with so many cool and pretty things, and there were things there that I had never seen before, and I wish I had a chance to go back and go through them all again and really appreciate what they were. But thankfully I got all the business cards from each of the stalls I liked and will definitely go back to them later.

So, after lunch – in which I got noodles that did not taste like I had wanted them too, but then again the line was immensely long and I didn’t expect it to be fine dining. I was mellow. And saw a group of Harley Quins, who all looked amazing!!

Anywhoo, I am an avid Yaoi/BL lover (as you may have noticed) and I really was interested in the section that said ‘yaoi’, so I kind of beelined for that place, but it turns out I did not get a chance to look, let alone peruse, because Lucifer decided he wanted to check out the other section with his favourite things on it, and he didn’t want to leave me alone, because we “may get lost” – yeah, if I got lost, I’d call you.

So…thinking I’d get another chance to go back to that section, I followed Lucifer to the section he wanted to look at (which honestly, I have no interest in, he likes Transformers, and yeah, I like Mecha too, but not Transformers, never have, never will – I’m sorry for those who do, I understand the appeal, but I’d rather a Guymelef or a Gundam than a Transformer…don’t hate…) but I trudged along as he talked about Transformers to the counter dude, and he seemed excited for it. Who am I to stop him having a good time.

In that time I found a lot of other people who were dressed as Haikyuu characters, and we took a few pictures. I saw an Oikawa (yes, she looked hot…) and we took a few pictures. Then I met a legit amazing looking Kogetsunemaru and was like ‘Mikazuki is around here somewhere’, to which they were pretty excited about.

I saw a few Batmans, a few Darryls and their Lucille’s, and many, many, many other amazing cosplayers. And I rued that my phone was in my bag, because I really wanted to take pictures of them all.

After a half hour of that, where people took pictures of me (dude, if you’re out there and reading this, please tag me, I want to see you all again in your amazing cosplay glory!!) and I just was bedazzled by the greatness of these people and their commitments to their cosplays.

I scrounged the area around where I was, and honestly, I’m not a graphic novel reading person (as you may know) I do enjoy reading Grayson and Constantine, which my parabatai @dreamychick got me into. But other than that, I’m anime and manga all around. So not only did I not know who half of the characters were (other than the obvious ones, i.e. Batman, Superman, etc etc) I wasn’t interested in buying them.

Don’t get your pitchforks out just yet.

We all like different things, and that’s all okay!

Half hour passed, and Lucifer finally emerged from the depths of Transformers and we continued.

Here’s the kicker, whenever I was at a stall, perusing figurines and other things that I really wanted to get, he’d be like the devil on my shoulder, telling me that we wouldn’t have time to see everything else if we stayed in one place too long.

Ironic, since the guy spent the last half hour at a stall talking about Transformers, and then buying the smallest, dinkiest little thing from them. And yet, when I want to spent a few minutes looking at a figurine of Levi, or something, to make sure it looks cool and is cheap enough for me to consider buying, he pulls on my arm and drags me out.

Heurgh…

I need to take a moment to get my anger down…just a sec….

…

…

…okay, I think I’m okay.

I did, however, find the beautiful Mikazuki Munechika and Kogitsunemaru nendoroids and bought them, because they are the most adorable and cutest looking figures ever.

And I saw a Sugawara Koushi nendroid…people, I saw him, and he was rather cheap…much more so than I had seen online.

I went to tell the clerk I wanted him, I had him in my hand, really, I did…but then Lucifer dragged me off somewhere else and I had to put him down. I even told him I was thinking of buying it, and he said ‘we can come back to it later’.

Bad idea…

But I looked at the clerk and was like ‘please save it, I’ll be back’, but he was a business man, though he said he’d keep it to the side, I knew he’d sell it if someone asked.

Bye bye Sugawara Koushi nendoroid….

But look…graphic novels…yay…

Again, I’m not saying they are bad, they aren’t. Some of the covers I saw were damn hell amazing. And if I knew anything about them, I’d be all up in there.

But alas, I am not literate in graphic novels, so I really couldn’t enjoy it like it was supposed to be. 

And, I’m not used to reading comics from left to right, I’ve been programmed from right to left, sorry. And I didn’t learn kanji, hira and kata just so I could read English comics…

I’m sorry, I have nothing against them, I just don’t like them. (Mainly because they have too many interlocking story lines, many inside jokes and starting from the beginning will cost me my yearly salary for the next 10 years).

Back to the story.

‘Still,’ I hear you cry, ‘Lucifer just wanted to have fun too, he came to the convention centre to have fun too. He should get a chance to look!’

Sure, I agree, that was why I made sure he got a chance to see every single stall he wanted to for however long he wanted. Because I know he only wanted one thing, or one series of things, and he wanted to look at every single stall that would have semblance of that thing.

But, he would not let me get to see much of what I wanted to see.

I did, however, go back to the yaoi section, and literally just had a chance to go ‘oh look, Haikyuu doujinshi let me see–’ before I was pulled away again.

I had to push him back and tell him that I was going to buy something and he should either look somewhere else or just stand there and let me look.

Ever heard a grown man whine?

I have…it was rather pathetic. So I literally picked up what was already in my hand and said I’d get this.

So…so far, I had a Levi figurine, Mikazuki Munechika, Kogistunemaru nendoroids, a hell of a lot of business cards from the stalls I wasn’t able to look properly at, and a sad heart because when I went back for Sugawara…the guy had sold him.

Yup…

Also, Lucifer pees, like a lot. So I had a lot of time to sit outside the toilets (seven times in total….yeah….) and contemplate my new game plan.

Quick scan, see what I like, and impulse buy.

So we went on the other side and this side seemed to be for gamers and graphic novel lovers. But there was a comic village, which had a lot of manga – but no yaoi, and honestly, at the stalls they were all priced the same as they would be if I bought them from Waterstones back home, so I didn’t see the point. I perused while Lucifer went around the other way of the massive stall and saw the books he wanted.

I couldn’t stray too far, because the asshat would get lost.

We saw the TofuCute stall, and it was so adorable, but again, I was dragged through it pretty quickly, because it seemed that looking at plush and trinkets and cute things and snack items which I wanted to get!!! was something that was not ‘manly’ enough for Lucifer.

I did stop at a cute badge stall and told Lucifer to ‘fucking wait,’ or ‘go over to that stall, i think I see a Transformer there, do you have that one?’ and that gave me time to look at the badges, gush on how cute they were to the creator, and buy the ones that I liked enough – still an impulse buy, because I didn’t really get a chance to see much else on her stall.

What am I going to do with badges?

I did get a chance to look at the stall next to it and see small figurines, they were like an inch tall, so I got my OTP - Tsukkiyama (Haikyuu) and Rei and Nagisa (Free), and was looking at the other figurines, deciding which ones to buy. I came across a cheap Sawamura Daichi (Haikyuu) because the box was dented some, so the price came down drastically.

The dude let me do a quick check inside, and I saw the figurine was immaculate. And though I understand the need of the boxes (I adore having them. I know that they will be safe in their boxes in case I need to put my figurines away). So I quickly purchased him (still forlorn over Sugawara nendoroid…)

Lucifer came back with a fucking huge box in a bag, that must have cost over £100, and it was a Transformer – it looked cool, and the look on the guys face was happy.

So yeah, can’t dent on that.

We then spent the next 3 ½ hours going through the rest of the stalls, many of which I had no clue of – because honestly, I don’t have a PS4 or an XBox One (gasp, I know) so half of the characters on the games was something that went way over my head.

There were retro games and consoles being sold too, but what was the point if I didn’t have those, or didn’t want any of the games?

But Lucifer wanted to look, so I let him (after what seemed like the millionth bathroom break).

It was getting closer to closing time, and I had had fun, sure I didn’t get to see many of the things I wanted to see, the yaoi section was something we never visited again, because ‘yeah, I like Transformers and you like the boys love stuff. but I don’t like that kind of stuff, it makes me uncomfortable’

(Which is why I never speak of it in front of you, or mention it in conversations ever, and the fact that I told you constantly from three months prior to the convention that ‘if I see something related to yaoi or bl, please know that I’m going to want to see it, and if you’re in anyway uncomfortable, you can go look at something else while I look’. to which he had stated ‘sure’ on every occasion)

And even though I went to, and waited for you without complaint to every stall you went to, the fact that I wanted to stop at a (NON-YAOI/BL) stall was suddenly me taking up valuable time.

So, sure….that was one reason why I was rethinking my friendship with him, but it wasn’t something that would tip me to ‘no-friends’ territory.

I am an aphenphosmphobic, to all those who know and follow me, to those who do not, or just don’t know. That means I do not like people touching me. I get panic attacks, and on many occasions, have scratched my skin off wherever the person had (even accidentally) touched me, and bled out because of it.

And Lucifer knows that, and the fact that I am asexual and not looking for a relationship with someone where sex is the main factor (sure it can be a part of it, but its not the sole thing).

And sure, I know people can be affectionate, and all touchy feely, and I get that. I’d probably be the same if I didn’t have aphen.

However, the grabbing my shoulders, laying on my lap, pulling me close to them and expecting me to lay my head on their shoulders, holding onto my neck, trying to hold my hand (thankfully I had bags to hold, and did not put anything in my backpack, even though I knew I had enough space to do so). I did not give him permission to do so. And I had told him, countless of times I did not like it, even saying the words ‘please, don’t touch me, I don’t like it’ to him countless of times. i had even told him that my mother was getting me married off to someone (as a side thing when he asked how life was) and that I was happy with that (dreamychick, thank God for you and our pact)

The bugger didn’t listen, and just kept hugging me. I wasn’t giving off any vibe, or anything to state that I liked it, or that I was playing hard to get. I was stiff and uncomfortable every time he did so.

So much so, that even a large man who was dressed as some kind of viking or knight or something (I’m sorry, I don’t know your character, but THANK YOU) came up to me and took me away because he ‘wanted to get a picture with me because of my cosplay’.

He took me to the side and took a few selfies of us, but I knew he didn’t know my character. He even said ‘you looked like you needed help, don’t let him do things like that to you’.

Which again, thank you Mr. Shirtless Knight!

So ….favouring unfriendship-ness yet? No?

Well, how about this…

I met a really good looking Hinata. Remember, I’m dressed as Kageyama. And I really, really wanted to meet a Hinata and take a few Kagehina pictures. And this person comes out of the blue and kind of stumbles into me. (there are a lot of people, so it makes sense) so I turn, wanting to say sorry, but then I see what he’s wearing and I just can’t help myself.

So I say the famous line (note paraphrase!!) “There’s nothing scarier than hitting me in the back of my head, is there? In that case, you don’t have to be nervous because you’ve already done the scariest thing possible,”

The guy (who was tall for Hinata – but everyone is tall to me) gave me a ‘oh crap! Freaked out’ face, but then we started laughing.

And then he asked if we could take some pictures together. I gave Lucifer my phone and told him to take a few pictures too. And we did some cool moves and things like that. Then this other girl came and saw us (she was dressed in a really pretty maid outfit kind of dress) and she wanted to take some ‘kagehina’ pictures. So we did, it was so much fun, because I was shorter than he was, but we still had loads of fun doing it.

Then she asked us to try and do the ‘freak quick’, so we stood next to each other and I pretended to toss him the ball and he jumped up and pretended to hit it.

We had to do it a few times, and a small crowd of people had drawn in to watch, but then walked away just as quickly. Whatever.

We found a Nishinoya who stood behind us, and there was an Asahi who, even though we urged him to come into the picture, he came in for one and then left, because he had too many things in his hands.

And where was Lucifer??

Not taking pictures of this monumentally straight-out-of-fanfiction moment. Nope, the fucker had gone off to the comic village and was browsing through the comics there.

So for those people who took pictures, please, please, please send them to me! Because I am in desperate need of a reminder why comicon is the fucking best.

So the day did not stop there.

Oh no, Lucifer had one more ace up his sleeve.

If any of you live in London, or are familiar with London rail map, you’d know that London Euston and Kings Cross St. are like 2 minutes (aka one stop) away from one another. And that Prince Regent is three trains away from it.

But my mate Lucifer wanted to go to Westfield Centre for dinner, aka Stratford International. So me, being a complete loon, thought ‘sure, we can get something from a restaurant is Westfield, then we’ll both take the trains back to Euston and Kings Cross (respectfully) and then be on our merry ways home on either side of the country.

Easy right? We did this every time.

Woe is me, who forgot that Stratford International has SouthEastern trains as well. Which is he train that he takes to go home. I feel like such a fool.

So not only did I have to scrounge up the last parts of my saving for that weekend because the fucker bought the massive Transformer, which he had had to lug everywhere, and therein we were not able to fully appreciate all of the stalls we wanted to go back to, and that also meant we took twice as many breaks as before.

But his card stopped working, so I had to pay for his dinner. Which, thankfully he has still hasn’t paid me back. But I’m dealing.

I wasn’t even hungry, I had eaten a few snacks I had brought with me, downed the water and was eager to just get home, and eat my sandwich I had saved, on the train from Euston onwards, and get home to my mums cooking.

But, nah. I guess. I had Chicken Katsu Curry Don (I am the tastiest chicken cutlet bowl!) which was tasty, once you got over the whole ‘it’s burning my mouth and its not at all chilli’ thing.

Somewhere to take @dreamychick when she’s here!! Hint hint.

The dude got up, I got up too, still eating (because I eat slow….) and he said ‘today was fun, I’m going to head home now’ and then hugged me (when I had told him not to) and then just fucking up and walked off.

I felt like a cheap whore, who had given the guy a great time only to be thrown aside.

I felt ew…

THANKFULLY, I navigated my way from Westfield (which I had only ever been into once like 15 years ago, and had gotten there by car), I had to find the DLR get to Cannon, take the underground circular, then the underground northern, to get to Euston (that was an hour because of the rush), and then get the overground from Euston to MK – where I live.

Once I got out of underground, I saw all the amazing notifications my best friends @dreamychick and Masa gave me, wishing me a great day and things like that, or just telling me about their day, and that stopped me from crying.

I never cry…not really. But they honestly don’t understand just how meaningful they are in my life.

I came home, dead tired, my legs aching from all the walking. I showed my mother all the cool figurines I got, and my dad said he’d put up a new shelf for me to put them all on. (which is good because…kids come into my room and they break shit – my Levi and Eren nendoroids don’t even stand anymore… cry)

I was too tired, that I went to sleep early.

The next day, I kept my fast (month of Ramadan, so Ramadan Kareem to all those celebrating it!) and made all of my figurines.

No shelf yet.

But I spent the day doing nothing…went shopping for groceries and just had a ‘rest’ day.

Should I be rethinking my friendship with Lucifer after all that? Or is it all just me?

[montanabohemian]

Let’s hear some positivity for 2016!

I was tagged by @jomiddlemarch (sorry this took so long)

RULES: List 10 good things that happened in 2016 (could be about you, the world, your friend, ect. as long as it is positive things) and then tag 10 friends.

You are testing me right now, because I’m not sure I can actually come up with ten things.  But I’ll try.

The Colorado River -- In April of 2016, I got to float the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon.  And this time, I got to do the entire trip (I’ve been lucky enough to go on the Colorado twice before, but I have hiked out at Phantom Ranch because I didn’t have time to do the whole thing).  I don’t think I have the words to describe what this trip meant to me.   The river ... it changes you.  It has an effect on you and your perspective and how you live your life.  You’re down there, and you are cut off from everything in the outside world.  For nearly a month.  It’s just you, the river, the canyon, and our travel mates.  If you’ve been to the Grand Canyon, you can sort of understand what it might instill in you -- but, and this might sound pretentious, being on top of the canyon and looking down isn’t the same thing as being a mile down among some of the oldest geology in the world. I don’t know -- like I said, I can’t really put it into words.  The river was a very good thing.  And it probably saved my life in some way.

Hillary Rodham Clinton.  How do I even begin.  If you follow me, you know.  You know what this woman means to me.  You know that she is the person I look up to the most -- honestly the only person I have truly ever looked up to.  You know she is my inspiration.   2016 saw the first woman in the United States ever nominated by a major political party to run for the office of President.  2016 -- 100 years after the first woman was elected to the U.S. House of Representatives (by my home state of Montana).  Hillary Rodham Clinton won that nomination through some fucking bullshit adversity and the misogynist underbelly of the left.  She won.  2016 saw the first woman in the United States to win the popular vote for the office of President.   And no one -- no fascist dictatorial regime will ever take that from me.

MisCon 2016 -- For the first time ever at a con I cosplayed.  As no one in particular, but one of the themes last year was noir.  And it was like a lightbulb went off in my head that FINALLY this is something I could pull off.  (Of course I put if off until the last minute as I always do.)  But I went femme fatale and it was so liberating.  

Nick -- Nick is a very long and complicated story.  He completely upended my life last spring; totally blindsided by him.  And while, at this point in my life I can wholly put him in the negative column of 2016 and things that have happened to me in my life because things sort of just walked off a cliff into the raging seas -- for a brief shining moment in the universe I was happy.  Genuinely fucking happy for the first time in  a Very Very Very Long Time and it was absolutely because of him.   

@olanrogers/Final Space -- If anyone knows me, they know that I am a fan of Olan Rogers.  If you don’t know who Olan Rogers is, look him up on YouTube and on his Facebook page.  YEARS ago I came across one of his stories on YouTube and it made me laugh so hard I couldn’t breathe and there was snot coming out of my nose and tears streaming out of my eyes (and I probably peed my pants a little let’s be honest).  I have followed him and everything he has done and accomplished ever since.  I have had some ups and downs (mainly downs) since I found Olan -- and for whatever reason, his genuine personality has lifted me through some dark fucking times.  So I feel very supportive of him and excited and proud of him in whatever he does.  He’s just one of THOSE people, you know?   THE POINT IS.  Last year, he produced an animated short film called Final Space.  And it was AMAZING.  And everyone was like DUDE THAT’S BAD ASS HOW COOL WOULD IT BE IF IT WERE A SHOW.  Well at end of 2016, Olan, who had for a big chunk of the year kept saying things like, “THINGS ARE HAPPENING BUT I CAN’T ACTUALLY TELL YOU YET,” finally told the world what happened and what was GOING to happen with Final Space.  Final Space got PICKED UP -- BY TBS.  BY FUCKING CONAN O’BRIEN.  Like.  The day I found out, I was at work and I was at my desk and I started crying.  That’s how happy I was for this guy that I have NEVER met.  It was just.  SO GOOD to see Olan fucking Rogers get everything he deserves in this universe.  And I am so proud of him and so happy.  

Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency -- I can arguably say this is the best show I saw in all of 2016.  I don’t even know why, but it is.  And I really only decided to watch it because I kept seeing ads for it on BBC America and Elijah Wood was in it and it looked hilarious.  And it was like, that first episode had me hook, line and sinker.  For whatever reason this show, of any other, spoke to me.  

Moved out of Deer Lodge -- When planning for the river trip, I knew I was going to be gone for a month.  And I knew it was a waste of money that I literally did not have because I was unemployed to continued living in the shithole I was living in.  So I gave my notice and moved out just before I left for my trip.  It put in me in a state of limbo and forced me to live with my parents after I got back from my trip and that wasn’t fun.  But not long after I got back from the river, I got a call to go work at the ranch.  Getting out of Deer Lodge was a Very Good Thing.  

My camera -- I bought myself a real camera.  And I love it.  I’m by no means some sort of expert or professional, but I love taking pictures, and I love getting better at it.  And having, finally, a good quality camera that I got for myself (I got it to have something for my river trip) makes me feel good.  Plus I’ve taken some stellar pictures -- not that they’ll ever see the light of day.  ;)  

@sadydoyle -- The genius of Sady Doyle kept me sane throughout the entire year of 2016.  Through the Democratic primary election and then the shitshow that was the general.  A friend of mine posted an article by Sady, about Hillary’s “likability.”  It was the trigger I needed to be vocal and supportive of the woman that I admire so much.  For the first time, when I was reading this piece, someone had put into words EVERYTHING I HAD BEEN FEELING.  Her twitter feed is a fucking sanctuary (and don’t get me started on all her Jurassic Park gifs ohmyGOD).  And every time she would publish a new article, it was like CAN I SCREAM THIS FROM THE ROOFTOPS AND BROADCAST IT AD NAESUM BECAUSE YES THIS A THOUSAND TIMES THIS.   AND.  She published a book.  Because she’s a boss. I don’t know how we’re going to get through the next ... few decades.  But I know at least Sady will be able to put into words what I cannot.

I got a new job (not at the ranch).  It’s not doing something I’m particularly excited about.  But it got me out of Deer Lodge and out of my parents’ house.  And it got me out of being unemployed (though I don’t think I am actually making any money).  I moved to a new town and I have a nice apartment (that I can totally not afford) and I finally have internet where I live and I might be stressed and hate everything -- but I guess it’s okay.  Hahaha.

Tagging (though feel free to pass) @not-shakespearian-if-you-lose (I feel like you should at least get an honourable mention though even though I don’t remember when we met -- if it was ‘15 or ‘16 -- you made 2016 so much better and you’d better be around for many more decades to come, babe)

@acelucky @goanie @apprenticemockingbird @orysbaratheon @fandom-frenzy @crayjoy @smithsonianstucky @naurielrochnur ... and whoever else wants to do this.

[puddygeeks]

Beauty

Garnier SkinActive BB Active – Combination to Oily skin BB cream

Last time I talked about my love for Estee Lauder Double Wear Foundation, and although I’ll admit that I’m still absolutely smitten with the coverage and smooth finish it gives, if we’re getting down to real talk, it’s a little out of my budget right now. I’ve been using luxury makeup for quite a few years as my treats throughout the year, but now that we’re committed to saving for a place to live and a wedding, spending money is a thing of the past! Alongside the cost, I’m now getting up at 6am, and so a long makeup routine is not something I have the energy for. That’s where this BB cream comes in! Originally I bought it for Florida as I wanted something lightweight with SPF, that wouldn’t melt too badly in the heat. This gives reasonably good coverage without being overly obvious, stays pretty well over the day and doesn’t feel thick or cakey on your skin. With a layer of powder and some concealer, I’m happy with the finished result for a Monday to Friday at work. At £9.99 per bottle at full price, which has lasted me 5 months already, it’s an absolute bargain! If you fancy giving it a try it’s currently on offer for £6.65 at Superdrug.

Coty Airspun Translucent Loose Powder

This is another product I would consider a luxury item, and honestly I don’t know what I’ll do when it runs out! I don’t use a huge amount of this day to day, I mostly use it for cosplay, but I love to keep it in my daily makeup bag instead of with my costume makeup as it can be used to fix so many problems. I use this powder mostly for contouring when I need an extreme contour to look like a different character, but I also use it for parties or nights out, when I want a heavy makeup look. On a daytime look, I’d mostly use it to fix any shine or areas where I have a larger skin problem I want to cover, like when my dark circles get too raccoon like. Currently it’s not too costly, as there seem to be some U.K sellers on Amazon meaning you can get it for £12.99 including postage, but the last time I ordered it from Amazon I had to have it shipped from the U.S. which got expensive fast, and I think I ended up spending around £30 for it. However that was two years ago and I still have plenty, so I’d absolutely say it’s worth the cost.

Maybelline Tattoo Brow 

As I mentioned earlier, I now get up at 6am Monday to Friday for my job, and as someone who is absolutely not a morning person, this has been a struggle. I’ve tried to keep my makeup routine as minimal as possible, because I can’t bear to think about getting up any earlier, and Tattoo Brow has helped to keep it short & sweet. This usually lasts about 3 days before I need to start filling my brows again, but at the moment I’m on day 6 and still only need to top up rather than completely shape my brows. I find shaping my brows to take me a while in the morning, so having them prefilled is amazing. It’s easy to do, and once you’ve applied it you can chill out for 2 hours whilst it works its magic. Then you simply peel it off (pain free and doesn’t pull the hair out) and your eyebrows are done for at least 3 days.

L’Oreal Paris Miss Manga Mega Volume Mascara

I originally bought this as my bestie Hollie rated it and it was far cheaper than the mascara I had been using. I honestly thought it looked like the best mascara in the world and would make my lashes look huge. It turned out that Hollie just has mega dollie lashes naturally and it wasn’t the mascara that was doing it haha! Having said that, this mascara has given me the fullest lashes I’ve ever had, it’s just unfortunate that mine are very short. As you can probably see from the photo, my bottle is very well loved and coming to it’s end, but I thought I’d include it as it’s a budget item that really does the job. I’m not sure if I’ll still get the exact same one next time, as there’s a couple of different “Miss” named products in the Mega Volume line that I’d like to give a try. For now though, if you’re thinking of trying a new mascara and saving some money off those ridiculous £20 a bottle brands which don’t really do anything extra for the money (here’s looking at you Benefit) I’d definitely rate the Miss Manga for only £7.99! Maybe I’ll even review them all over 2019.

Jeffree Star Velour Liquid Lip

I have wanted some of these for the past 3 years since my bestie Claire let me use hers. They’ve been out of my budget pretty much the whole time, so I waited until I went to Florida and planned to buy some to bring home. It was only half way through my trip I realised there wasn’t any shops near us that stocked them and I’d need to buy them online, and I didn’t have time to do so. I was pretty devastated and thought I’d have to wait until I could afford to import some, until my lovely friend Helen came up with these babies! She’d been trying to sell them for ages and they were brand new, so I snapped them up immediately. And I must say, they have absolutely delivered. They apply beautifully (bar the fact I’m personally terrible at them) and they last all day, even through meals. The colours are to die for and I can guarantee I will absolutely be buying more! Thanks Helen! ❤ I currently have the shades Skin Tight, Mannequin, Posh Spice and Androgyny: my absolute fave! I’ll be posting a photo of each on my Instagram later this month if you’re interested in seeing them on.

Kent Brushes Pebble Brush with ladybird

Okay I know I’m late to the party on this one, but I finally invested in a tangle teezer style brush. It took me forever to get one as I just felt they were incredibly overpriced for a hair brush, but I decided to give it a go when I saw this one for £7 and see if it made a difference. I’m so glad I did! My hair has always been ridiculously knotty, but especially now that it’s coloured I find that it dries out easier and can matte up if not well looked after. I’m much more invested in hair care now, as I want to keep my bright colours without ending up having to cut all my hair off to rescue it again, so keeping it matte free is just another step I need to do. I’d say they’re definitely worth investing in if like me your hair knotts a lot, because they’re designed to pull through the tangles without causing total agony. Recently, I even had a cashier during my food shop ask me how my hair is coloured and so healthy, so I guess I must be doing something right?

Food

Aldi Choceur Milk Hazlenut

Okay I’ve only got one food product this month so I thought I’d throw it into the same photo. We’ll keep this one short and sweet – if you like Ferrero Rocher, you will love this. It’s chunkier, but it’s basically a Ferrero chocolate bar and it’s heaven. As you can tell, my January eat healthy goal has gone very well!

Movies and TV

Spider-Man into the Spiderverse

I cannot even put into words how much I have to talk about this! I know I’m way past the hype and I pretty much saw it as late as possible in cinemas but here’s why: I’m not a Spiderman fan. I’ve tried to be, I’m just not. I like Tom Holland in Avengers, but I haven’t bothered watching his films. I know I’m a terrible comic book movie fan, but you can’t like them all. I watched up to Andrew Garfield, and although I honestly found his films okay, I just have never got hype about Spiderman. I wasn’t planning to see the Spiderverse at the cinema, although I was intrigued by the trailer and loved that it was Miles Morales they were following. (Plus not gonna lie I am a huge fan of Gwen Stacey in all forms!) What eventually got me, was seeing all of the hype online. Slowly it started to convince me, until I saw people creating their own Spidersonas and realised that the love for this movie was huge. So I decided to give it a go. And honestly, the only thing I can say without any spoilers to show how much I loved this movie: it made a previous non Spiderman fan want to cosplay several characters. If this film can make a Spiderman fan out of me, I’m pretty sure it can make a fan of anyone. Go watch it.

How To Train Your Dragon: 1&2

Speaking of being late to a series, I am seriously late to this one. I tried watching the first many years ago, mainly just because of my uncontrollable love for Jay Baruchel. I would literally watch anything if his iconic voice and hot skinny self was in it (see Fan Boys, I am so far from into Star Wars but I love that film cuz I just adore him as nerdy, awkward Windows <3). For whatever reason at the time I couldn’t get into it and always meant to go back to it. Karl forced me to watch it last weekend and we burned through both movies. I am beyond excited for the third movie, and it is definitely on my list for cinema visits this month. These films are heart warming, fun and carry some really important messages. And now I want my own Toothless plush to cuddle. And my own Hiccup.

Birdbox

I know literally everyone has talked about this and most people are sick of hearing about it so I’ll just keep this brief. This movie messed me up. I truly enjoyed it, but I was sweating like crazy the whole time and actually felt like I should keep my eyes closed. It definitely got in my head and made me nervous. I thought it was an excellent concept and really stood out from other apocolypse films I’ve watched. Also Sandra Bullock is a goddess as usual and I continue my lifelong worship of her.

Maniac

I thought I’d better throw a TV show in here to mix it up. Yet another thing that messed me up. It probably took around 5 episodes for Karl and I to decide if we actually liked this show, and even by the end I’m not sure if we could say that we did. But it was intriguing and completely different from anything else. At the very least I can say that Jonah Hill and Emma Stone have shown how incredibly talented and versatile they are. I can’t even comprehend how difficult it is to play a single character so many opposing ways in one show, but they nailed it and the result was something powerful and unique. By the end of the show, we didn’t realise how attached we had got to the characters and how badly we were rooting for them. Worth watching, at the very least for how much it stands out from the crowd, makes you think and for an example of excellent writing and acting.

Music

I don’t have a particular album that has been my favourite this month, instead it’s an artist. I’ve been on massive James Arthur binge as late, I’ve always liked his music, but recently I’ve realised how much. Every time he comes on the radio I turn it up, and his  voice always makes me all gooey and doe-eyed. So I’ve been listening to a lot of it! Here’s my songs of the month, including my latest James Arthur loves.

Empty Space – James Arthur (How have I only just found out Tom Felton is in the video for this?! This just made top of list!)

Nothing Breaks Like A Heart – Mark Ronson ft Miley Cyrus

Sunflower – Post Malone & Swae Lee

The Power Of Love – Dalton Harris feat James Arthur

Sweet But Pyscho – Ava Max

Without Me – Halsey

  And that’s a wrap!

Hope I’ve been able to give you some inspiration for the month. Let me know what your Jan faves have been in the comments

Peace

Kit xx

January Favourites 2019 Beauty Garnier SkinActive BB Active - Combination to Oily skin BB cream Last time I talked about my love for Estee Lauder Double Wear Foundation, and although I'll admit that I'm still absolutely smitten with the coverage and smooth finish it gives, if we're getting down to real talk, it's a little out of my budget right now.