#plus a Lot more tattoos and piercings

[eden-transcendental-youth]

so i look relatively normie i guess like i'm a bit more alt than your average person on the day to day but everytime i see someone with a split tongue i go fucking feral and want to get one done soooooo fucking bad

[jeoncasino]

Prospects

⋆ †₊ 0.1

Tired of life and all it had to bring for you, things take a turn when you find out two of your friends start to take a liking to you. With newfound emotions and a whole lot of drama, what happens when they start competing for your love?

Pairings: JJK x fem! reader [x KNJ]

Genre: college au, love triangle, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, eventual smut.

Tags: rich! jjk, law student! jjk, dark hair! jjk, sweet! jjk, jealous! jjk, needy! jjk, obsessed! jjk, but also dom! jjk, slightly toxic! jjk, english major! knj, boy bsf! knj, co-worker! knj, husband material! knj, brown hair! knj, sweet! knj, jealous! knj, sad knj:(, pet names, everything’s so complicated and everyone’s in denial, jk's love language is physical touch and acts of service, jk has mommy issues so he's too attached to oc, joonie is so sweet i feel bad for him, gguk will try everything in his power to make oc his, ggukkie lowkey hates joonie lol, this is an actual slow burn yay!

Warnings: mentions of drug use.

⋆ †₊ Series Masterlist

Minors do not interact.

Smoke surrounds you. For a moment, the noises and lights from the party, once a chaotic blend, seperate distinctly. Each sound creates its own frequency, each beam of light cutting through the haze in sharp lines. Everything around you slows down, the moment captivating you in a trance that would otherwise not been achieved without smoking a certain plant.

Elaine, your best friend, who was sitting to your left, seems to be talking to you. You can't quite grasp what she's saying, but she leaves shortly afterward, leaving you alone in the beautiful backyard of this otherwise dirty frat house. You really were avoiding going inside—the floors were sticky, and it smells funky. Honestly, you didn’t even want to be there. Frat parties aren’t your thing. But Elaine, in apparent need of de-stressing (though later confessing she just wanted to see her latest infatuation, Zia), had dragged you out on a Thursday night. You thought about getting mad and leaving, but she’s your best friend—and every guy here looks like they’d spike her drink—so you stayed. Plus, she bought you a blunt, so it evened out.

As you gazed at the dark-glowing canvas of the night sky, you felt a presence beside you. Skeptically, you glanced to your right, only to find a man staring at you. You jumped.

“Oh my god?” you gasp, eyes wide, hand over your heart.

The guy laughs, clearly amused by your reacton. Trying to figure him out, you took a look at him. He wore a loose white shirt and baggy jeans. Dark hair framed his face. Two rings pierced the right side of his mouth, his right arm covered in tattoos. Honestly, you felt intimidated—frat parties drew all kinds of people, you know? But when you finally met his eyes, the softness of his gaze made him seem far more approachable then you originally thought.

“Will you quit staring?” He teased.

Your cheeks burned. “Oh please, I’m on drugs,” you muttered, looking away, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, I know. Thought I’d join you on your trip.”

Confused, and extremely thirsty, you asked, “Who are you?”

“Seriously?” He replied, somewhat annoyed. “Jeon Jeongguk. We share a class—U.S History with Mrs. Webster,” He paused, anticipating an answer. He met silence. “No?”

You sighed. “Look, I’m sorry, but I’m too high to remember anyone from that class.” Thinking it over, you added, “Seriously, though, I don’t think I’ve ever talked to you.”

And that’s because you hadn’t. Jeongguk, though quite popular, found himself completely partner-less tonight. He didn’t like being alone, so when he spotted you, high and alone, he thought he’d try his usual trick with you—pretending he knew you from somewhere. It usually worked.

Not today though. At your response, he was utterly offended. Did you seriously not know who the Jeon Jeongguk was? Even he recognized you—the sharing a class part not being a lie—so it made no sense. Although, he didn’t know your name either, so maybe you did know him, just not his name, and the drugs are clouding him from your memory.

Yeah, he thought, it’s definitely the drugs. “Did you know marijuana causes memory issues?”

You snorted. “Just say you’re offended.”

He shrugged. “What’s got you all alone out here?”

“My horny friend, I guess.” You turn to face him. “You?”

“I was taught to never leave a pretty girl like you alone,”

“Okay, Mr. Charming, please be serious.”

He laughed. “My friends ditched me too.”

“Hm,” You didn’t know what else to say. Usually, you were good at small talk, but you were literally in cloud nine and too thirsty to properly think. “Do you mind getting me some water? I’ve got cotton mouth and don’t want to go inside.”

“It smells wierd doesn’t it?” He scrunched his nose as he replied. You nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

Many chit-chat’s and half a bottle of wine later—Jeongguk found it somewhere in the frat—you both bid goodbye with teary eyes and warm embraces, somehow convinced you’d never see each other again after this party. Both of you not letting go, Elaine and his friends have to literally pry you guys apart, causing everyone to fall comically like dominoes.

Attempting to open your eyes you rubbed them, immediately closing them as the morning sun assaults your vision. What even happened yesterday? Your head pounded, nausea swirled in your gut. You felt horrible. Trying to go back to sleep, you turned in your bed, feeling the dreaded build-up of saliva once you layed on your side. Uh-oh.

You rushed to your bathroom just in time.

“Elaine?” you half-yelled, wiping your mouth with your hand muffling your voice.

No response. You stumble out of your room and head for the kitchen. There, your find an already-ready best friend cooking god-knows-what.

Looking up at you, she said, “Good morning, Mrs. Jeon,” her tone dripping with mockery.

“What? Mrs. Jeon?” Confused, you try to piece together last night’s events, but it’s no use. Panicking, you exclaimed, “Oh my God, Elaine, what happened yesterday?!”

She looked at you unimpressed. “Oh, nothing much. Just that you and Jeongguk were all over each other yesterday!”

“Jeon who?” You asked.

“Be so serious right now,” She couldn’t believe you. “Y/n, he’s like, super well-known around campus. Rich as hell and a jerk.” She added, “Cheated on Jayla, rejected me when you bet me to hit on him for five dollars.” Elaine huffed with her arms crossed.

Recalling how hilarious that day was, you laughed so hard your headache worsened tenfold. “I might die if I keep laughing,” you stuttered, gripping the kitchen counter for dear life. “Is that why you don’t like him?”

“This isn’t funny! You guys made fools of yourselves last night. I genuinely thought he laced your drink.”

Drink. The word triggers flashes of last night—Jeongguk approaching you, him bringing you water, a bottle of wine somehow appearing in your hands. Blood drained from your face as you remembered how you parted ways—throwing yourself into his arms, him not letting go, literally shedding tears as Elaine dragged you out of the frat’s backyard.

You’ll make sure to never drink again after this.

“Elaine, did I really—”

“Yes, Y/n, you did! Do you know how embarrassing that was? Don’t even get me started on the reputation you just gained yourself.”

“What are you talking about?”

“All his closest friends were there,” she said, serving her plate with freshly cooked eggs. “They thought you guys fucked or something.”

“Ew?”

“Did you really?” The question almost offended you.

“Stop! God, no, obviously not,” you shuddered. “Just because we hugged?”

“No, because Jeon fucks everything he touches,” she replies matter-of-factly. “He also got a little possessive, he wouldn’t let go.”

“Of me?”

“Yeah, we all fell to the ground because y’all wouldn’t budge. My biceps are sore, no joke.”

You slumped against the counter, hiding your face in disbelief. “Wait so, now people think I’m easy?”

“Yes. Now let’s just hope the rumor didn’t spread outside the frats,” she said, walking out of the kitchen with her plate full of eggs. “People were watching, you know? I almost left you there with that whore. Anyway, you better get ready—your first class starts in 20.”

You sprint to your room.

“Thanks for saving me a spot.”

Namjoon lifted his backpack from the seat next to him as you slid into it, placing your own bag on the floor.

“No worries, buns,” he said, noticing your wet hair immediately. “Were you in a rush this morning?”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered, rubbing your temples.

“Did you have a night shift yesterday? I don’t recall scheduling you late this week.”

“No, it’s just that Elaine dragged me to this party and I—” You stopped yourself. Were you really going to expose your half-secret to Joonie out in the open? Nuh-uh. “I’m just so hungover. Let’s talk later. Focus on class.”

Although curious as to what happened last night that got you this flustered, Namjoon chose to not push the subject, both of you focusing now on whatever the professor was droning about.

You liked that he always walked you to class. Obviously if his class was far or if he got busy he wouldn’t, but for the most part he did. You found it chivalrous, a trait that most men nowadays lacked. That’s why you liked Namjoon—he was friendly but polite, not shy to ask about your personal life but never stepping any boundaries. Not to mention his other great qualities, like how intelligent or hard working he is. You both had gotten originally close through Yeyo’s café—he trained and guided you along the harsh path of being a first-time barista—and having worked most shifts together, you became each other’s favorite co-worker, mingling whenever and hanging outside of work at times. At these occasional dates, the both of you learnt you shared similar struggles, like not having anyone support you financially or having complicated relationships with your families. All these things made relating to him easier. He never failed to make you laugh or help you see the good in the bad, and for him you were grateful.

Now you’re here—two months later, at the same university—him walking you to class while you complained about the workload your professor just assigned.

“I mean is he kidding? Not everyone has free time like him. I’ve got work!”

“I think his wife’s divorcing him or something,”

You gasp. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled at your reaction. “You know the professor’s assistant?”

“Oh, the one who wants you?” you teased with a grin, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.

Namjoon elbowed you gently. “Stop it,” he muttered. You laughed at his flustered expression.

“Anyway,” he continued, eager to change the subject, “the other day, I stayed after class to ask her for some extra points, but she got off track and started telling me all sorts of things about him.”

“Like what?” you asked, leaning into him with interest.

“Why do you sound excited?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t act like you don’t indulge in professor drama,” you retorted, crossing your arms.

Namjoon chuckled. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad,” you shot back, avoiding his gaze.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” he teased.

“Okay, fine! Just tell me what she said, please,” you pouted, grabbing onto his arm, feeling the firmness of his muscles. You knew that whenever you did this, he’d give in—like that one time at the fair when you’d been so thirsty you begged for a water bottle that cost him twenty bucks.

He sighed, giving in as expected. “Well, according to her, his wife wanted a Chanel bag, but the professor wouldn’t buy it for her. Then, she thought he was having an affair, so she looked through his things, but she found out he lied about how much money he’d inherited, so now she’s filing for divorce.”

“Gosh, I almost feel bad for him,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting. “Almost.”

“Meanie,” Namjoon grinned and squeezed your nose.

“Hey! Stop, you’re—” About to punch him for ruining your makeup, he darted away as fast as he could.

“I’ll kill that motherfucker,” you muttered, opening the door of your next class.

“And I was like, are you dumb?” Elaine exclaimed through the phone.

After your last class, you decided you’d stop by the nurse’s office to get something that would soothe your headache, when you recieved a call from your best friend. Though spontaneous calls weren’t surprising, what she had just informed you was.

Apparently, she met up earlier with Zia, who had the audacity to ask her if she found it embarrassing to have a friend who had slept with Jeongguk. And obviously, her being the bestest, most protective friend ever, denied the rumors going around the frats in attempt of clearing your name.

As you walked out of the nurse’s office and into the bustling campus, she continued, “And I swear, in that moment, I was about to punch her. I mean, I always knew Zia was a little dense, but this? Ugh, it’s infuriating! I don’t even know why we fucked anymore.” She sighed heavily.

You found a bench under a large oak tree and sat down, needing to process everything. You’d been too busy with classes to think much about the previous night’s events, but now, with the day’s tasks behind you, the anxiety started creeping back in.

“Did you guys actually fuck yesterday?” you asked, leaning back against the bench.

“No, we had literally just fucked at the sorority, when she started asking dumb ass questions,” Elaine huffed. “I think I’m never finding love.”

“Don’t say that, E,” you replied, rubbing your temples. “You’ll figure it out, don’t worry.”

Elaine’s voice softened. “How are you holding up, though? I’m sorry for everything. I can’t help but feel responsible,” she added, and you could practically see her pouting on the other end of the line.

You took a deep breath. “Honestly, I was too busy this morning to even care, but now that I have time to think, I kind of just want to hide from everyone.”

“I’m sorry. I love you, okay? Don’t forget that.”

“I love you more.”

“Well I got to go, I’ll see you back at the apartment.”

Listening to the ring which notified the call was over, you finally had some time to process everything. Trying to find where you went wrong, the most controversial thing that happened all night was the fact that you were hanging out with… Jeongyeo? Or was it Jeongyu? Uh, you’ll make sure to ask Elaine later. Anyways, you saw no harm from having an innocent chat with him. All you did was drink with a rich frat college guy— and basically cry to each other but that was too embarrassing to even think about—so your ever crumbling reputation made no sense. You guys didn’t fuck, most certainly didn’t kiss, and by now the guy should’ve cleared the rumors, so why were they making such a fuss over it?

It was all so childish. Yet, despite your attempts to rationalize it, your stomach churned, your hands grew clammy, and your mind raced with anxiety. Every passerby seemed to stare at you with judgmental eyes.

You sighed deeply. This felt like high school all over again. You had to pull yourself together. If these people wanted to make a fuss over nothing and use you as their entertainment, then so be it. You had bigger things to worry about—like paying your bills or pursuing a career. So, with that, you decided to push the drama to the back of your head and refocus on what really mattered, finally finding peace once again in your mind.

And at peace you were.

At least that was the case until you got back home, because as soon as you walked into the apartment, Elaine rushed over, breaking the news to you. “Y/n, you won’t believe this. That miserable old landlord is raising our rent!”

You blinked, trying to process the new discovery. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know,” Elaine threw her hands up in frustration. “I begged him to exclude us from the raise, but he wouldn’t budge. He said it’s either pay up or move out.”

Trying your hardest not to kill him right now, you paused. What were you going to do now?

Trying to keep an optimistic outlook, you replied, “Look, I know it’ll be hard, but we can do this. Let’s just take extra shifts at work and start looking for an affordable place to stay at.”

She wasn’t sure about your proposition. You both worked long hours as is, not to mention how time consuming and disrupting it was for school.

“Y/n, we barely get to sleep some days,” Elaine said so lowly it was almost a whisper. Finding the situation impossible, she added, “I’m dropping out.”

You scoffed, “Are you crazy? You’re not doing that,”

“What else is there to do Y/n?” She frowned.

Lips pursed, you racked your brain trying to come up with a solution. Dropping out was not an option, and if keeping your education meant being homeless, then so be it. You both had a car, so maybe you guys could sleep there until you found a new place. And if you had to shower, you could probably just ask Namjoon if-

“Oh my god! Namjoon!” You yelled as you reached for your phone.

“What? Y/n what are you doing?”

Dialing Namjoon’s number, you replied with a smile on your face, “Pack your stuff, we’re crashing Joonies place.”

Author: pls this took me long enough to post and im not sure i even like it lmfoaoaoa. nobody told me how hard and time consuming this was. anyways yall if it sucks LMK ! i’ll make sure to burn this post down if it sucks ass. shout out to anyone who finished reading the first chapter of this series ! omm ilysm. i’ll also try to comment the people who wanted to be added to my taglist, hopefully it works. bye !

This is a work of fiction. The scenes, characters and events depicted are purely fictional and not intended to represent real-life procedures or individuals. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Do not use this story as your own.

@jeoncasino 2024 ©

[slavdollz4mangione]

lu dating an alternative girlie hc 🖤:

requested, i hope you enjoy it anonie! this was a little challenging for me to make but i had so much fun, i hope i did your request justice ! <333

- luigi is the kind of guy who’s sweet, a little shy, and loves the simple things in life. he’s the type to wear cozy tshirts, enjoy quiet evenings at home, and get excited about baking the perfect batch of cookies, but when he starts dating you, his world gets a little louder, a little edgier, and a whole lot more interesting

- when lu first met you, he was immediately intrigued by your bold style—your dark eyeliner, piercings, and band tees were so different from anything he was used to, but he couldn’t help but find you captivating

- you were confident, outgoing, and unapologetically yourself—something he admired deeply. meanwhile, you thought his nervous smile and awkward charm were adorable, you loved how genuine he was, even if he was a little out of his element around you at first

- lu absolutely loves how you bring excitement and spontaneity into his life, you’re the one dragging him to underground music shows, introducing him to new bands, and convincing him to try things he’d never do on his own (like getting a small tattoo—he chickened out, but he loved the idea)

- on the flip side, you adore how he grounds you. his calm demeanor and thoughtful nature balance out your fiery energy, plus, he’s always there to take care of you when you’ve had a long day or need someone to listen

- when it comes to your wardrobe, it’s full of leather jackets, fishnet stockings, and chunky boots, while luigi’s closet is mostly flannels, old tshirts and sneakers, but you loooove mixing your styles together!!

- sometimes he’ll borrow your beanies or let you put a temporary tattoo on him, and you’ll steal his oversized hoodies because they’re just so comfy (especially that one adidas hoodie that’s practically his second skin lmao)

-you even convinced him to let you give him a faux lip ring once, and he was giddy yet apprehensive the entire time you were putting it on

- speaking of piercings, luigi is lowkey obsessed with your piercings!! he thinks they’re so cool, but he’s too shy to admit it at first

- eventually, he starts asking questions about them—like if they hurt or how you take care of them. one day, he even nervously asks if he can touch one (just to see what it feels like), and you tease him relentlessly about how flustered he gets

- even though lu might not fully understand your love for mosh pits or your collection of spiked jewelry, he’s always your biggest supporter

- he’ll come along to your favorite concerts, even if he’s the only one in the crowd not dressed in all black, and he’ll proudly hold your bag while you’re in the pit.

-he’s also the first to compliment your new piercings or hair color !!! (even if it’s something wild like bright purple or neon green)

- in your blossoming relationship together, you’ve introduced luigi to a whole new world of music, art, and self-expression, while he’s introduced you to the joys of quiet nights in, homemade pasta, and cheesy romantic movies—you both appreciate how much you’ve grown from being together, even if your friends tease you for being such an unlikely pair

- despite your differences, you share so many sweet, intimate moments <3 like when you’re getting ready to go out, and lu helps you put in your earrings because your nails are too long

- or when he surprises you with tickets to see your favorite band, even though he knows he’ll probably have to wear earplugs 😭

- and when you’re feeling down, he’s there with a warm hug and a plate of freshly baked cookies, reminding you that he loves every part of you—piercings, quirks, and all.

- at the end of the day, you and luigi are proof that opposites really do attract, your relationship works because you complement each other so well :,)

- he brings out your softer side, and you bring out his adventurous side, together, you’re a perfect blend of chaos and calm, and really you wouldn’t have it any other way <333

[iwant-fuitgummi]

my natlan edits in celebration of their drip marketing‼️

please tell me if anything is culturally inaccurate !!!

i gave mavuika a moko kauae referenced from māori women. i also changed her skin color to be more accurate to māori people in general. she also has an eyebrow piercing and some red eye makeup because i thought it'd be Cool. i didn't change her outfit because it kinda slays tbh. OH and she has long fangs now. you're welcome.

i made kachina a lot darker because like. come on. apparently, she's named after a spirit from the pueblo and hopi people, so like. yeah. anyways i also gave her freckles and a few moles because i just KNOW my girl is out in the sun 24/7. i covered up her crop top (hoyo stop giving little kids crop tops challenge: IMPOSSIBLE) and gave her little fangs. oh and heterochromia. because cool.

i gave kinich some face paint to go with his tattoos(?) referencing images of mayan people, plus a septum piercing because many of the references i saw had some form of septum piercing. he also got darker skin because hoyo is Evil. i changed his nose a little bit and added a mole on his right cheek

i actually think that mualani's design is adorable. like she's the cutest hoyo character ever. so, all i really did was make her a bit tanner, give her yellow eyeshadow, and some lips.

[confettiwerewolf]

smosh 2000's mall au [3/3]

Alex works at the mall’s arcade and loves every second of it. He has a collection of small gifts from the prize counter some of the kids have given him as thanks for helping them when they can’t beat the games.

Damien works at one of the alternative stores. He started working at the mall because a lot of his friends were and he was getting "fomo". This store wasn’t his first choice, it was just what was hiring, but over time he grew to really enjoy it, especially talking to interesting customers and coworkers. (the store always being dark is a plus too, less overwhelming than the really bright stores)

Anthony took over the tattoo and piercing parlor that’s connected to the mall not that long ago. Before him, it was pretty seedy (and the cleanliness questionable), but with his and the other artists' help it’s become not only more pleasant, but also way more popular. 

Spencer works at the electronics store. He’s mastered not doing work, instead playing around with the gadgets or surfing the internet. Not because he hates the job, he likes it fine, he just uses it as a sort of game he plays to help him get through his shifts.

Ian manages the mall’s attached movie theater. It’s privately owned, so every once in a while he can play movies that he picks. He enjoys the idea of people watching his favorite films so much that he’ll turn a blind eye occasionally to people sneaking in without paying.

[holopossums]

I dmand EVERY picture of CJ you had drew!! Pretty please

Considering I'm super disorganized about my art and don't post everything I draw (sometimes it stays just in my server or among friends, or I just don't show anyone because it's unfinished/I'm unsatisfied), I'll have to find a lot of stuff that I've forgotten about.

Actually, I can just show some stuff that I *haven't* posted! (Everything else I ever have should be here.) Some of this stuff is Krow before I added the white hair because I didn't have that idea until around April.

^ Appropriately titled "Krow Smug Bitch". Everyone has fun with the cowboy AUs so why can't I?

^ He got nervous about seeing Usagi/Yukito I suppose

^ This one is interesting. Originally it was supposed to be just Krow as a magical boy, but then it turned into a bit of a mythology AU. He's the son of Yatagarasu the Three-Legged Crow from Shinto myth. Wasn't quite sure about everything... this was probably the result of watching too much Kamichama Karin as a kid lol

^ For fans of Transformers - TFP Optimus Prime with good ol' canon CJ! I feel like they would get along. Something about that red-and-blue leader drew him in I guess.

^ This was actually my first pass at an older version design of Krow. This was a complete piece too, but I was unsatisfied within a week or two. You can still see that I kept some things, notably the piercings, beard, and the idea of tattoos, as well as the Leo-inspired shoulder pads. The tattoo designs changed and so did the armor color, but it was an interesting first try at the older design.

^ A second attempt and older Krow, I was getting closer. (Still love the fashion on this though.)

^ The point I realized that I can't draw this man thin and have to start drawing him beefier and more filled out more consistently because it would be a crime against god or something. Was still finalizing his tattoos at this point and playing around with the idea of white hair. Considered the idea of the Hamato crest tattoo near his heart before nixing it because it's too cheesy and the Hamato tattoo is something a lot of people do for older/future character designs.

^ Ninpo weapon design for Older Krow! Yes he has a cyan scythe (really more of a kusarigama since it has a chain and weight at the end). Yes it's cool as fuck. No you can't touch it.

He's basically a reaper and it plays into his whole aesthetic as a crow, which symbolizes an omen of death. Crows are also often seen with scythe and scarecrow imagery because they're related to harvests.

I don't know why I never posted this, it *looks* finished... I think there was something off about the anatomy and I intended to fix it and then forgot and ugh. But anyway! There you go.

^ A height chart for younger Krow and Yukito that I never quite finished. But it's interesting to see them to the actual scale that I imagine them to be - Krow is 5'6", and Yukito's height is reversed since he's 6'5". Since both are around 19 when they meet, they're at their full adult heights here. Long live your short king!

^ Older Krow with lightning gloves. Which doesn't make sense actually because his gloves are electrical insulators to keep himself from getting zapped from one of his attacks. But who cares about that! It's cool!

^ Scythe sketch. Just trying to get a feel for the vibe of how he wields one. His cape/cloak plus the scythe probably gives opportunity for some really cool directional flow to occur.

^ Something I doodled just the other day. Old Krow but more cartoony and goofy. Love this silly guy!

I'm sure there's many more that I've missed, probably lots of half-finished sketches and doodles, but this is a lot of what I've found.

[ch6sos]

random choso headcanons

i <3 choso i <3 making odd ball headcanons so here u guys go

content warning mentions of "metabolism", social anxiety/anxiety (not bad though) + motion sickness, and this is not proofread and lowercase so if any of those Like makes you tingle please don't read this my sweet

he’s emo as hell, he listens to emo music. now he's the one i actually imagine listening to my chemical romance, pierce the veil, etc. (bc with nanami I feel like he'd listen to more 80s-90s rock music but this isn't about my first husband)

he suffers from insomnia and finds it difficult to sleep unless he has someone he cares about in the room or at least snuggling with him.

peacemaker: he is a peacemaker when it comes to his brothers.

"hey yuji, you should really share with him. "

"no!"

"yuji...." 

"fine."

he has an earthy aroma—he often uses colognes with earthy notes that are not overpowering (i  think he might be sensitive to strong scents).

i imagine him experiencing motion sickness. for some reason, i imagine him feeling dizzy in a car, or being unable to handle a rollercoaster without feeling extremely unwell.

would probably work at your local hot topic especially if this was set during the 2000s era where hot topic was actually catered to the alternative scene. or a tattoo shop!

several piercings. on his left ear, he has an industrial, a triple lobe piercing, and a conch— his right having a double helix piercing, a tragus, and a single lobe piercing.... and then he has an eyebrow piercing and a labret piercing :)

enjoys watching christmas movies because a lot of them are about family!

deeply family-oriented, he genuinely just wants to grow up with a family. a big one, too.

thus he may have a fear of being alone, which makes me believe that he is introverted but also genuinely afraid of ending up alone as he grows older. he values the presence of family and wants to ensure that they always surround him.

he comes across as a bit shy initially, not necessarily awkward, but it takes some time to get to know him.

still not too talkative but genuinely chill to talk to.

has a lot of accessories when he wears outfits, especially bracelets or necklaces. 

black is what you find in his closet. just black (and a couple of purples and reds but mainly black)

he be thrifting them outfit pieces too idc idc he not a shein warrior

is a bit insecure about his dark circles and markings on his face (i could imagine he still has the markings but they look more like a scar rather than what it looks like in the actual manga/anime) so he begins to cover them up with concealer sometimes.

eats a LOT of junk food and somehow doesn't gain weight. bro probably can eat a whole box of pizza with wings and doesn't even gain a pound.

he is genuinely clueless/oblivious when it comes to relationships like he doesn't know when someone's flirting with him unless they tell them straight up. and when they tell him he's like:

"...oh! me...?" because he genuinely thinks, “wow, someone likes me?!?!”

plus he would ask before initiating even after being in a relationship

“do… do you mind if i kiss you?”

“cho we’ve been dating for five months”

“oh… i’m sorry for asking… again.”

spends a lot of time on his hair !!! he has to wake up early sometimes just to do his hair. and he doesn't plan on cutting it, only trims it once in a while.

when he's home he either has it down or has it in a ponytail. he even has a silk pillowcase so it never gets frizzy.

cats or dogs— no. he likes turtles. he even has a pet turtle.

i think that he wouldn't vape or smoke the way people might expect him to. i believe he may have a weak immune system, which would make it difficult for him to engage in such activities.

socially anxious as hell bro tweaks out when he has to order at a restaurant... 

but overall he’s an anxious person, i feel like he’d suffer from anxiety a lot (as someone who has anxiety i just can tell he’d be the type to have it too)

when he dates someone he's really touchy with them because he craves physical touch. he especially enjoys when someone plays with his hair he falls asleep in a millisecond.

he loves sketching in a notebook, he loves drawing nature a lot! he likes going to the park or a forest and drawing what he sees. he also enjoys drawing people and i imagine he always draws pictures of yuji too, and he shows them to him.

tease him and his face is red, his eyes are widened, and his face is in absolute shock...

literally the sweetest guy ever; he's always looking out for everyone and makes sure everyone around him is okay

he's always cold thus needs someone to cuddle him.

is fascinated by some amphibians and watches national geographic sometimes when he knows they're going to talk about amphibians. especially frogs!

his most used app on his Black iPhone 13 Pro Max would be Spotify and he is top 0.1% listener for some underrated metal band

creative hobbies more than physical hobbies (sketching, journaling, sewing)

HE CROCHETS IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS HE LITERALLY MADE A CROCHET ROSE FOR YUKI I D O NOT GIVE A DAMN 

when he laughs it's like a silent soft chuckle, and he usually covers his mouth when he does it

gets emotional easily, especially when he receives love. for a long time, he couldn’t believe that he would ever be loved so when he is receiving affection he gets overwhelmed and tries not to cry because he thinks “how?? why me?”

he loves holding hands. he tries not to freak out but when someone holds his hands when he’s freaking out or just in general, he loves the feeling of their warm hands against his very cold ones

apologises alot even though everything is not his fault

when he’s mad he needs time to cool off especially because he gets emotional easily. he needs time to himself before calming down before discussing his emotions with someone.

speaking of emotions, i don’t think he’d be bad at expressing emotions or speaking about it, at first yes but he begins to grow better at it and plus sometimes the way he shows emotion is more impulsive and involuntary rather than on purpose

listens more than talks because he is too busy getting sidetracked by his own thoughts or he genuinely can't talk to people sometimes

he has a fidget toy because he is always fidgeting with his fingers so yuji got him a fidget toy (probably a fidget spinner) and was fascinated with it and it didn’t help it just something he distracts himself with when he doesn’t feel like being present in a conversation or just in general

cried when yuji graduated and gave him the hugest hug of his life. and i don’t mean a few tears he BAWLED he was bawling because he was so proud of his little brother.

spends time with yuji a lot sometimes more than his own friends and they always go to the arcade or mall together

yuji got him a picture frame of him and choso posing and choso cried for several days because he couldn’t believe he has such an amazing brother

learns gen z lingo just for yuji

“oh yuji! that was very w rizz of you!”

“...what?”

“i didn’t know you had that much aura!”

I  Love Him

Missing him come back emo king

[cherries-c0la]

🍒Flash sale🍒ft. Piecer Katsuki Bakugo

You weren’t exactly sure how your night came to this. Well you kind of understood. One of your friends had recently broken up with their long term boyfriend. It was one of those messy break ups you know, with lots of yelling, lot of crying and lots of energy had been drained and sucked into all of it.

The sounds of laughter, catching up and singing off key to the shared playlist that you all had made to remind yourselves that men were not needed within your lives. Once the make up was finished, pregame seltzers were finished and the Lyft was called it was finally time to hit the bars. From one bar to another the drinks flowed into you guys and quickly the night went from a romance funeral to friendship celebration.

You weren’t typically the type to enjoy going out but you could spare one night for the sake of helping a friend mend a broken heart. By the last bar you figured the girls would be ready to go home which seemed to be the case as you guys stumbled out on to the crowded sidewalk filled with other bar hoppers and climbers. To your luck though something had caught the other girls eyes.

Flash sale on tattoos & piercings.

You’re friends all jumped to excitement, quick to all ready go back and forth on the ideas they had for the what they should get. You on the other hand weren’t so sure about it.

You hadn’t had a piercing since you gotten your earlobes pierced. Which also happened to be before you could even remember cause your mama got them done six months.

You also never had a tattoo and didn’t exactly have a reason. Ideas have crossed your mind multiple times but the thought of a commit wasnt exactly for you. Even with that you found yourself being dragged into the excentric shop. You were greeted by a worker at the front desk who was happy to show your eager friends the tattoos for the sale and some of the piercing prices.

You on the other hand was focused on taking in your surroundings. The walls held a vintage like wall paper that held framed work of different tattoo designs and different gold antiques. It definitely wasn’t the type of shop that you seen in the movies but it did calm your anxiety a bit.

“ omg what are you going to get?” The sound of one of your friends dragged your attention from the wall paper to them as some of the girls had already started to fill out the paper work. You only had a few seconds to think so you went with what came to mind first.

“Piercing ,” you answered trusting the gut feeling you had. It felt less permanent than a tattoo since you had the option to take it out but there was so many option on where you could get it place.

Plus it would be quick right? Hearing you answer the pink hair girl at the desk nodded with a smile before passing you a form to fill.

“Oh perfect, our piercer has an opening now, what are you thinking? Septum, Medusa? Nipples,” she asked excitement and curiosity laced in her words. The sound of your friends snickering only made your cheeks flush more.

They knew you well enough to know the thought of your nipples being pierced horrified you. Not in the way that you would never do it but in the way that you don’t think you could bear the pain. “Oi Pinky stop scaring my clients !” A harsh voice boomed quickly drawing the attention of everyone. That attention had easily been stolen by the blonde who had entered the room.

Bright vermillion eyes stared down to the four of you with a scowl that was the tie definition of if looks could kill. Silence fell between you all as he made his way over to you all.

At least to you it was silent. The sound of your friends giggling and whispering about the handsome male as fazed out by the sake features that had them gawking.

“You know I think I might get a piercing now,” your one friend giggled with a cheeky smirk looking over at the male who was too focused on reading your paper work.

“We were just discussing what kind of piercing she was thinking of getting ,”the other worker said still as cheerful as ever.

“So what are we doing then Mina?” He asked his eyes still glued to the paper not acknowledging the way your girls were looking at him . That was till you decided to speak up for yourself, nervously but still for yourself. “I was still thinking, but I was considering my lip.”

Your words came out shaky as you fidgeted with your fingers. Something about the way he looked at you made you feel like he could smell the fear in you. His eyes flickered from your eyes down to your lips, licking his own before giving you a nod. Something about his eyes on you made you heat up.

From an unknowing eye it would had looked like he was checking you out.

Wondering what your plumped lips felt like and thinking of what they tasted like but he surely was just trying to figure out what would look nice.

“Alright, come with me and we’ll get you a new piercing, Deku and half n half will be grabbing you two in a second,”he said simply before gesturing to follow him.

Now here you were sitting on the table similar to the ones for the tattoos. Taking in your surroundings. The room was surprisingly neat, something you hadn’t expected from the seemingly handsome grump. The walls were covered in posters of different rock bands and some drawings. You were looking them over when his gruff voice pulled your attention over to him. “So what’s your name,” he asked as he started pulling his tools out from his drawer.

You blinked, realizing you’d been staring at a drawing of a skull with roses long enough to lose track of time. Quickly turning your attention back to him, you cleared your throat, trying not to let your nerves get the best of you.

“Uh—It’s Y/N,” you said, the name catching in your throat with how tight your chest felt.

He gave a nod, pulling out a pair of gloves before tossing them onto the tray. “Y/N, huh,” he repeated, letting the name sit on his tongue like he was testing it out. The sound of it sent a flicker of heat down your spine.

“I’m Bakugou,” he added, already busy organizing his tools with quiet precision. He didn’t ask if you were ready. Didn’t fill the silence with small talk. Just worked—focused, steady. But there was something in the way his eyes flicked up to you, in how sharp and direct his gaze was, that made you feel like you were being studied.

“First piercing besides your ears?” he asked, voice low and gravelly.

You gave a small nod. “Yeah. Sort of on a whim.”

Bakugou huffed—half a laugh. “Tch. Thought so. You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“That ‘what the hell did I just sign up for’ look.”

You laughed nervously. “That obvious, huh?”

“Only ‘cause I’ve seen it a hundred times.” He stepped closer, tapping your chin lightly with his knuckles. “Chin up.”

You obeyed, pulse jumping as his fingers tilted your head. He marked your lip with a quick, practiced hand—but instead of stepping back, he lingered. His thumb brushed along your bottom lip, slow and deliberate, tracing the soft curve like he was figuring something out.

“Nice lips,” he murmured, mostly to himself. “You’d pull off a labret easy.”

Your breath hitched, but he kept going—fingers brushing along your features like he had a map in mind. “But you’re not sold.”

You blinked. “What?”

He cocked a brow. “You keep lookin’ at the mirror like it’s gonna decide for you.”

You let out a small sigh, sheepish. “Yeah. I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d actually go through with it, and now I’m here, and I feel like I’m about to make a forever decision in five minutes.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue. “It’s metal, not a tattoo. You change your mind, you take it out. You won’t even have a scar.”

He leaned one arm against the counter, angling his body closer to yours. His voice dropped, smooth and low. “Alright, indecisive girl. You want help deciding? I’ll give you options. You just tell me what kind of chaos fits you best.”

You laughed under your breath. “Okay. Shoot.”

“Lip piercing’s a classic. Labret sits just below the lip—edgy but clean. It draws attention. Can be cute, hot, a little bratty depending on how you wear it.”

He moved his thumb across your bottom lip again, slower this time. “You? You’d wear it hot.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

He continued, hand shifting to gently graze your nose without quite touching. “Now, septum—that’s bold. Sexy. The kind of piercing that says you’re not afraid to ruin someone’s life.”

Your eyes widened slightly, and he smirked like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Or we could go stud,” he added, brushing a knuckle along your nostril. “Simple. Subtle. Soft. That kind of pretty that sneaks up on people.”

He let his hand drop, eyes locked on yours. “You’ve got a face that could pull off any of it. Question is… how loud do you wanna be?”

You bit your lip. “God, you’re making this harder.”

He gave a small laugh, teeth flashing. “Not tryna sell you. Just giving you the truth. But—” he stepped back slightly, reaching for a sterile wipe, “I will remind you… we’ve got that buy one, get one deal tonight.”

Your brows rose. “Wait, seriously?”

“Mmhm.” He gave you a look. “So if you’re gonna spiral about one, might as well commit to two.”

You stared at your reflection for a second, heart hammering. Then turned to him again.

“…Screw it. Let’s do both. Septum and labret.”

Bakugou’s grin was slow and dangerous. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

He pulled a fresh pair of gloves on, voice a murmur as he got the tools in order. “Gonna look real fuckin’ good when I’m done.”

And from the way his eyes roamed over your face—hungry, confident, certain—you believed him.

You sat watching anxiously as he turned his back away from you getting set up. He moved with practiced ease, pulling on gloves and cracking a fresh saline wipe. “Alright, chin up. Gotta clean you first.” He said as he turned back to you. You tilted your head obediently, and his fingers were gentle but firm as he dabbed along your lip with the cold saline. He was focused again, back in his zone, but that tension was still there—something in the way he touched you, like he wasn’t just going through the motions.

“Little sting,” he warned, then cleaned the area beneath your nose. The swipe of the wipe sent a cold jolt up your spine, but you didn’t flinch.

“Look at you,” he muttered, just loud enough for you to hear. “Takin’ it like a champ.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to stay steady while your pulse absolutely wasn’t. “You say that like the hard part’s over.”

He chuckled low in his throat, tossing the used wipes in the bin. “This part’s just the foreplay, sweetheart.”

You choked on your breath, and he knew it, the smirk on his face proving he said it just to mess with you.

You watched his next move as he pulled out a small black tray and slid it toward you on the counter, revealing rows of neatly organized jewelry. Some simple and sleek—others a little more bold, even flashy.

“Alright, trouble,” he said, snapping on his gloves with a loud pop. “Pick your poison.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You call all your clients that?”

He gave a lazy shrug. “Only the ones who walk in lookin’ like they’re about to make bad decisions.”

You let out a soft laugh, eyes scanning the tray as he leaned in close again, resting his arms on the counter beside you like he had all the time in the world.

“Start with the labret,” he murmured, voice low and near your ear now. “You want something simple to start—flat back, maybe a little gem, or something black if you’re feelin’ badass.”

You glanced at a sleek black stud and a silver one with a tiny clear crystal. “What do you think?”

He smirked. “Black’s got attitude. But that one?”—he pointed to the gem—“That’s the one people’ll notice when you talk. Especially with lips like yours.”

Your face heated, but your fingers hovered over the gemmed one anyway. “Okay. This one.”

“Good choice,” he said, already setting it aside like he knew that’s what you’d pick.

He moved on to the septum options, reaching into another case and laying out a few small rings. “Now for this—same deal. You want subtle, we’ve got a clicker with a tiny gem. You want bolder, I’ve got a gold segment ring. Or you could be reckless and go horseshoe—keep people guessing.”

You eyed the horseshoe ring, feeling something flutter in your stomach.

Bakugou noticed. “That one, huh?”

“It’s kinda… edgy.”

“It’s hot,” he said flatly, meeting your gaze. “You’d wear the hell out of it.”

You swallowed hard, heart thudding. “Okay. Horseshoe, then.”

He gave a satisfied hum and straightened up, snapping the jewelry into place on a small tray. “Alright, Y/N,” he said, stepping closer and gently tilting your chin again, “I’m gonna do your lip first. Deep breath, yeah?”

You nodded, but your heart was racing.

“You sure?”

You nodded again, a little firmer this time. “Yeah. I want this.”

That earned you a rare, approving smile.

“Good. Then chin up, pretty girl. Let’s make this official.”

He marked the spot with a surgical pen once more, leaning close—too close—as he inspected it, thumb brushing across your lip again with maddening slowness.

“This part’s gonna sting,” he murmured, voice a little rougher now, “but just breathe through it.”

And before you could reply, he was focused again—steady hands, sharp eyes. You barely had time to process the clamp before—

A quick, clean pierce.

A sharp inhale.

Then it was done.

“You’re good,” he muttered, threading the stud through like he’d done it a thousand times—but still with the care like this one mattered.

When he stepped back, he tilted your face gently toward the mirror. “Take a look.”

You leaned in.

The gem caught the light, small but striking, nestled just beneath your lower lip.

“Damn,” you whispered, not even meaning to say it out loud.

Behind you, Bakugou chuckled. “Told you. Hot.”

You turned, nerves buzzing as he changed gloves again.

“Alright,” he said, grabbing the septum clamp. “One more. You still with me?”

You nodded—because, honestly, what else could you do?

He stepped in again, brushing his thumb along the tip of your nose this time. “This one’s a little spicy. Eyes might water. Don’t freak out on me.”

“I won’t,” you whispered, though your voice shook just a little.

He gave a low laugh and lined everything up. “You better not. I just started liking you.”

And then the clamp went on, the pressure sharp and cold.

Deep breath.

Another quick sting—and then it was over.

Bakugou wiped at the corner of your eye with a soft chuckle. “Told you it’d get you.”

You blinked, a tear slipping down uninvited. “Okay, that one hurt.”

“But you took it like a champ.”

He carefully twisted the horseshoe ring into place, then stepped back again, letting you turn toward the mirror.

And wow.

The mix of the delicate gem below your lip and the bold, silver ring through your septum hit like a switch. You barely recognized yourself—but in the best way.

“…Holy shit,” you muttered.

Bakugou crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, watching you.

“Told you,” he said again, with a small, satisfied smirk. “Badass.”

You stared at your reflection, still processing the image staring back at you. The mix of the gem on your lip and the silver horseshoe ring in your septum made your features pop in a way you hadn’t expected. It was bold, it was daring—it was everything you never thought you'd be.

And yet, you couldn't stop staring, almost in awe at how well it suited you. Your lips quirked into a half-smile as you glanced back at Bakugou, who was still leaning against the counter, arms crossed, looking more like he owned the room than ever.

"I’m actually... kind of obsessed with it," you admitted, still a little surprised by how good it looked. "You were right."

Bakugou’s smirk softened into something a little more approving, but his eyes were still sharp, like he was analyzing every little change in you. “Of course, I was. You wouldn’t have come to me if you weren’t ready to take it up a notch.”

You raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge rising in your chest. “Is that your way of saying I’m not badass enough without it?”

His gaze locked with yours, the faintest hint of amusement tugging at his lips. “Nah. You’ve got that covered,” he said, stepping closer and looking you over again, like he was inspecting a masterpiece. “Just needed the right touch.”

A soft chuckle slipped from your lips, feeling a flush of warmth at his words—though you weren’t entirely sure if it was from the piercing or the weight of what he was suggesting. "Right touch, huh? Guess you know what you're doing after all."

Bakugou shrugged, the smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t half-ass anything.”

You met his gaze, the room suddenly feeling smaller despite the space between you. Something unspoken lingered there, an energy crackling, like the quiet before a storm. “Well, it definitely shows,” you said softly, taking a step closer, eyes not leaving his.

Bakugou’s expression flickered for a second—something almost soft, almost warm, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. He cleared his throat and glanced away, but not before you caught the brief flash of vulnerability that he never usually let anyone see.

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, the usual gruffness returning to his voice, “don’t get used to it.”

You chuckled, the air between you two suddenly thick with something more than just tension. Something that made you feel alive, like maybe, just maybe, you were both capable of breaking free from the personas you wore.

“Right,” you said, smiling to yourself. “I’ll just enjoy the badass moment while it lasts.”

Bakugou scoffed, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—an acknowledgment, maybe?

“Don’t get all sentimental on me now,” he said, but there was no malice in his voice, only a hint of something close to... affection.

And for the first time, you let yourself smile, genuinely, without thinking about the next step, the next word. Just enjoying the raw, unspoken connection between you two.

"Maybe I'll just keep coming back then. Who knows what else I could get you to do?" you teased, taking a step back and turning toward the door, ready to leave.

Bakugou’s voice stopped you, rough but with an underlying warmth. “Next time, don’t wait so long. I won’t always be this nice.”

You turned to face him, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. “Oh, don’t worry, Bakugou. I’m already looking forward to it.”

Bakugou gave you a quick nod and gestured toward the hallway. "Come on, I'll walk you to the waiting area," he said, his tone still casual, though there was an unmistakable edge of interest beneath it.

You followed him as he led the way down the corridor, past the other tattoo stations. The buzz of machines filled the air, but it was his steady footsteps that seemed to echo in the space. You couldn’t help but notice how easy he made it look—his confidence, the way he moved through the shop like he owned it.

When you finally reached the check-out area and the waiting section beyond, Bakugou turned to face you. The faintest smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he crossed his arms again, his eyes scanning you with that same intense gaze.

“Guess this is where I leave you to wait, huh?” he said, voice soft but still carrying that teasing edge.

You nodded, about to sit down, but before you could, Bakugou stepped a little closer. "But I’m not leaving without something," he said with a smirk, his eyes flicking toward you with that familiar, flirtatious gleam. “I’m gonna need your number. Can’t just let you walk outta here and leave me hanging.”

You shot him a playful look. "You're really not shy, huh?" you teased.

He shrugged nonchalantly, his grin widening. "Why should I be?"

With a roll of your eyes but a smile tugging at your lips, you grabbed your phone and handed it to him. He took it with a small chuckle, quickly typing in your contact and handing it back with a wink.

“Now I’ve got a way to reach you,” he said, his voice smooth and low. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

As he turned to walk back toward his station, Mina, who had been watching from a distance, gave you a teasing smile. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking between you and Bakugou.

"You two look cozy," she called, her voice light and teasing.

You shot her a playful glare, but there was no hiding the flush creeping up your neck. Mina simply grinned wider, clearly enjoying the moment. Bakugou, however, didn't seem to notice—or maybe he just didn’t care—striding back to his work station with a casual, confident swagger.

You settled into the waiting area, your heart beating a little faster than usual. It wasn’t over yet, not by a long shot.

[zosin-ya]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2 - ɪᴄᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ

Summary: Law was living rent free in your mind and you found yourself wanting to know him better. When the opportunity came, you surprised even yourself by suggesting to study together. Intrigued, he couldn’t resist testing the waters.

tags.: One Piece, Trafalgar Law, Law x Reader, slow burn romance, Modern AU, law has a motorcycle cuz its hot

a.n.: some promised interaction with reader and Law ;) getting closer to the study date

[ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴᴅᴇx]

Weeks had passed in a blur of textbooks, late-night cramming, and a steady stream of food deliveries. For now, the easiest solution was ordering in. Still, a small thrill sparked each time the doorbell rang, hoping it would be him—the delivery guy who had become an unexpected highlight in your routine. Most of the time, it was someone else, but occasionally, luck favored you. You’d exchange small talk as you fumbled for his tip, though he rarely engaged much beyond short responses. Even so, he never seemed bothered by your attempts at conversation.

Today, something was different. When you opened the door, the usual spark in his grey eyes was dimmed, his features drawn tight with exhaustion. Dark circles clung to his eyes, and his breath came fast, as if he’d sprinted the whole way. You handed him the money, but before he could turn to leave, you found yourself blurting out, “Do you want some water?”

He paused, surprise flickering across his face before he nodded gratefully. “Uh, yeah, that’d be great...” he said, voice rough around the edges, as a gloved hand stroke through his messy hair, which seemed more chaotic than usual.

You rushed to grab a glass, heart pounding for reasons you didn’t quite understand. Probably because you somehow feared that you could mess up the simply task of bringing him something to drink. The crush you developed was very obvious to you, even though you wished you stayed oblivious for the sake of your sanity.

When you returned and offered him the water, he downed it quickly, standing awkwardly by the door.

You didn't want this to be another two minute small talk session before he walked off like the other times. Somehow you had to break the ice, or at least try it. However, your creativity in finding a good starter failed you, so you simply asked, “…stressful night?” With a somewhat shy smile.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave a low, noncommittal hum, but then—surprisingly—he spoke. “Uni… plus this job, it’s just a lot. Exams are around the corner.” His voice carried a weariness you hadn’t noticed before.

Your eyes widened a bit. This was the first real conversation you’d had with him, and for once, he wasn’t in a rush to leave. “What do you study?” you asked, gripping the empty glass a little too tightly, hoping you wouldn't break the flow of the chit chat.

“Meds.” He said nonchalant, while not really liking to mention it. Luckily you didn't notice his dislike about this topic. People usually didn’t expect a person looking like him, all inked and pierced, to be in that degree. specially with the word "Death" tattooed boldly across his knuckles. It was ironic, truly.

Your calm response - a simple nod and soft hum - eased the tension in his shoulders however. It was unfamiliar to him, but oddly comforting. You didn’t seem to judge him right away.

“How about you?”

Your heart skipped a bit. Oh, he was asking about you! You couldn’t help but wonder in your delusional mind, if this meant that he was interested in you too, completely ignoring that it might simply be an act of politeness. You gave him a somewhat shy smile and rubbed the back of your neck:”Meds.”

His lips quirked into the faintest smirk, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. Probably the first different expression you had seen on his face, other than his typical uninterested gaze.

“Biochem next week?” He asked as he shifted his weight. He began to wonder if he’d ever seen you around campus and just didn't notice...

“Don’t remind me, Topic 8 is making me go nuts.” you chuckled lightly, suddenly feeling like you were bonding over this shared misery of the upcoming exam.

“Topic 8 huh?”, he smirked lightly yet again and cocked an eyebrow, reminding himself what material it included. Brutal indeed.

“Heh, yea…are you seriously juggling studying and deliveries?”

He gave another quiet hum, brushing his hair back again, but you could see the strain behind it. While you spent days holed up in your apartment, he was balancing coursework with grueling shifts. The thought stirred something in you - sympathy, admiration, maybe a little more.

“H-Hey… uh, if you ever need a study buddy, let me know yea?” The words tumbled out before you could fully think them through, your voice betraying the nerves you were trying so hard to hide.

Was that supposed to sound like a date? A study date? Heat crept up your neck as the thought hit you. You barely knew this guy, yet somehow, he’d gotten under your skin. The way he carried himself, the quiet strength in his eyes, even the unkempt hair that made him look effortlessly cool—it was all too much.

The delivery guy - whose name you still didn’t know - blinked, caught off guard for a split second. His eyes, still tired but sharp, met yours with an unreadable expression. He was weighing his options. If he was being honest, he found you... surprisingly bearable. He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that you had a thing for him - the way you always seemed nervous when he showed up at your door made that clear. He expected you to flirt with him, tip him more or dress differently to somehow impress him. Yet you didn’t, every time he came by to deliver your order, you gave him the same amount of tip, looked messy as usual and greeting him with the same polite manner.

Thinking about it, he began to wonder whether you genuinely had a thing for him or if you were simply a naturally anxious person.

“Sure...this was my last order, actually,” he said casually. He didn’t add anything more, letting the words hang between you.

Your mind went blank. What were you supposed to say?

“Good for you”?

“Congrats”?

The silence that followed felt suffocating, each second stretching painfully. Was he waiting for you to say something? Or worse - was he expecting you to do something? Invite him in, maybe? Your heart hammered in your chest, and your thoughts swirled in a confused mess.

You stole a glance at his face, searching for any clue to what he might be thinking, but his expression remained unreadable, guarded as always. That made it even harder to tell. Did he want something? Did he want anything at all?

You wanted nothing more than to invite him inside, to fling the door open and pull his handsome face into your apartment. But you hesitated.

The silence between you stretched, becoming thick and uncomfortable as your thoughts spiraled. Realizing that you hadn’t said anything for what felt like too long, you cleared your throat awkwardly and rubbed the back of your neck, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. Stay calm. Don’t overthink it.

“I’d prefer if we met somewhere else to study. It’s getting late anyway,” you said, trying to sound casual.

To your surprise, he didn’t seem disappointed or frustrated. In fact, he looked... content? You had expected some resistance, maybe irritation that you hadn’t invited him in, but none of that showed on his face.

...Did he just test you?

He nodded and without a word, began removing his motorcycle gloves, to pull out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. You watched him closely, instinctively holding the empty glass in your hands tighter against your chest. “Mind if I get your number?”

You quickly exchanged numbers, the whole interaction feeling slightly surreal. He gave his phone one last glance, reading your name on the display, before putting it back into his pocket and turning to leave. He gave you one last faint smile,"see ya around, Y/N." and walked off.

Once he was gone and you had closed the door behind you, you checked your phone. The name now saved in your contacts: Trafalgar Law. The name didn’t ring any bells, but you knew you’d be spending a good chunk of your night doing some online stalking to make sure he was who he said he was.

As you settled in with your food, Law headed back to his bike. A small smile played at the corners of his lips. He wasn’t new to one-night stands, and when he’d mentioned his shift was over, it was partly to test the waters—to see what you really wanted. He wouldn’t have refused if you’d invited him in, but he wouldn’t have pursued things beyond that either.

Your offer to study together felt... honest.

>>ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3 - ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ

[livelaughghoul]

Omg girl with honorary daddy I just meant all the hot elderlies that aren’t on the current grid but should defo be included. But ok here are my recommendations:

The current grid

+ Danny Ric ,Kimi Raikkonen, Sebastian Vettel, Mick Schumacher, Jenson Button, Nico Rosberg

Toto Wolf,

Peter Bonnington,

Daddy Stroll,

Fred Vasseur,

Adrian Newey 😭,

Helmut Marko 💀,

Christian Horner

And I think thar should be enough. I included some personal icks as well this should be so much fun

Here is my smash or pass for the current grid and members below, and my reasoning behind the answer. I hope you all know this is a judgment free zone, please…

Charles Leclerc: smash, but only because I feel like there is some sort of obligation to find this man incredibly attractive. Don’t get me wrong, he’s attractive in a conventional way, but he doesn’t necessarily do it for me.

Carlos Sainz: pass, but if it were his dad? Absolutely would smash this man’s dad. Honestly he’s too pretty for me, like I would ruin him and I don’t want that guilt.

Oscar Piastri: pass, only because I feel like we’re both way too introverted and it would just be weird. Plus I think seeing my hidden tattoos and piercings (I have my nipples and multiple genital piercings btw lol) would potentially give him a heart attack and I don’t want that heat.

Lando Norris: pass, honestly he does nothing for me. I’ve watched a few of Max’s streams (I actually like Max!) and I think mom friend mode would be activated and I’d just lecture him about taking care of himself because what the fuck do you mean you have the money to buy a car but not groceries? Are you dumb?

Max Verstappen: smash, but only because I find his attitude and general demeanor attractive, not necessarily him.

Sergio Perez: SMASH, SMASH, SMASH. No explanation needed.

Nico Hulkenberg: pass, he’s too pretty and honestly I would bad getting between the haasbands, like they’re end game for me.

Kevin Magnussen: ignore my answer above, because I’m absolutely smashing certified track terror Kevin.

Pierre Gasly: give me a few shots of tequila and I’ll smash, but otherwise it’s a pass.

Esteban Ocon: smash, he’s got a really nice voice and I love his accent specifically so like, it makes sense.

Alex Albon: pass, but only because I want the chance to see the animals on his apparent farm. Also let me pet your cats please and thank you.

Franco Colapinto: pass, I’m not a mother so it wouldn’t happen anyways. Also I feel like I’d end up in a similar situation to Lando where mom friend mode gets activated and im taking this grown man grocery shopping because what do you mean your fridge is fucking empty?

Logan Sargeant (yes I’m including him, fight me): pass, only because this is my literal son and I love him and want to protect him. I would die for him.

George Russell: smash, I could break this man and I think it would be fun.

Lewis Hamilton: smash, I think he could break me and it would be fun.

Fernando Alonso: SMASH, SO MUCH SMASHING MY DUDES. LIKE SO MUCH.

Lance Stroll: pass, again, he doesn’t do it for me but his dad certainly does.

Yuki Tsunoda: pass, he’s too just a little guy for me.

Liam Lawson: pass, I don’t like his attitude and I feel like I’d want to discuss why he feels the need to be so performative with how he presents himself and it would just be a lot.

Zhou Guanyu: pass, but only because I want to hang out with his cat and not him.

Valtteri Bottas: smash, feels natural and like it would be an experience nothing would be able to replicate, ever.

Daniel Ricciardo: SMASH, no hesitation. I love a slutty thigh tattoo. I’m a sucker for this man.

Kimi Raikkonen: yall know I’m smashing, this is obvious. I’m in love with this man.

Sebastian Vettel: I’m smashing, but I’m not super into it. I’m more here to talk about sustainability and figure out what I can do to assist. It’s not a fulfilling smash.

Mick Schumacher: he’s literally so pretty, like so pretty. I’m afraid it’s a pass though guy, like I think I would almost feel guilty?? Like he’s so pretty and I’m just a feral little swamp goblin?? It’s not fair.

Jenson Button: smashing, 100%. I feel like this needs no explanation.

Nico Rosberg: pass, but it’s like a really difficult pass.

Toto Wolff: fucking smash my dudes, like I am actively ruining my marriage at the chance to smash (this is a joke I love my husband very much). I’m beginning to realize there is a bit of theme in my answers…

Peter Bonnington: have you seen the size of this dudes chest? The size of his arms? Smash, I’d be crazy not to.

Daddy stroll: smash, absolutely. Honestly? Frothing at the mouth for him.

Fred Vasseur: NO ONE JUDGE ME. Smash, and I’m not proud of it.

Adrian Newey:….smash….swear to god yall better not judge me. He’s just really smart and I find that attractive!!

Helmut Marko: pass, but only because I’m pretty sure if he saw my nipple or clit piercings he would die and I don’t need that additional trauma, ya know?

Christian Horner: pass, he looks too squirrelly to me.

[the-s1lly-corner]

hi! if you're feeling up to it, may i request tadc cast reuniting with the reader after escaping the digital circus? (not sure if caine would work though, sorry caine fans ;_;) tysm! btw, A+ gif choices :>

Reunited! (TADC cast x reader!)

Except Caine <|3 I kept putting this up because I uh uh

Kinda kept forgetting <\3 I'm so sorry anon 😭😭

This ended up more so being what you guys get up to after reuniting in the real world!

Written on mobile!

POMNI:

Sure she may have wanted to escape the digital world... a lot... but she never thought she would actually escape, and with everyone else too..! So that's nice! Imagine her shock when by pure chance she runs into you. More so shocked than anything, but relieved.. she was so tied up from being free again that she didnt realize how much she missed you.. it feels.. weird holding your real body.. but it's not unwelcome!

JAX:

Honestly the hardest thing for jax is to tone down his whole.. asshole thing, because people in the real world arent trapped in a space. Actually it would be this reason that you almost dont recognize him..! Woah jax not being an ass for once? Thats not your man!!!!!

As for feeling stuff... oh boy I think I mentioned somewhere that hes a clingy shit behind closed doors, or maybe that was a hyper specific request.. but get ready to have to carry this dude around for a few hours

RAGATHA:

I know I mentioned this. a few times but I love the idea of ragatha and her partner opening up a little bakery together. I can see her being into baking plus I think it fits her aesthetic; if she didnt get into Doll making and stuff... ponders... tearful reunion for you two, ragatha cant help but get a little touchy when she realizes it's you.. though she awkwardly pulls away and apologizes for that.. please hold her and dont let go

KINGER:

Its.. nice... I already have two teary reunions in this post.. hmm.. I don't think kinger would cry. The way I can describe it emotion wise is when you find an old trinket from your childhood. Nostalgic, maybe? I think he takes the longest to build himself back up to where you guys were in your relationship.. the trauma (which realistically they all have, however I think so far at least its hit kinger the worst), losing his possible wife (queener/queenie), reconnecting with his kids (I hc he had at least one kid!!), ect ect

You guys are going to have to take it slow, you know? I have a second request with this prompt for kinger so imma go more into that there!

ZOOBLE:

Writing this down first before I forget but you guys open up a body mod shop together. Piercings, tattoos, ect ect ect. Idk zooble just kind of gives off those vibes, and I feel like you guys would do that together. You guys move in a.. longish..while after reuniting in the real world and confirming who you are to one another.. it's not so much as zooble wants to make sure it's really you, its more so zooble needs time to get used to the real world again + they're cagey about their space !

GANGLE:

Another tearful reunion, she cant believe it's really you. She really thought that she would never see you again... but you're here..! Similar to jax, shes going to cling right onto you and not let go.. you guys hand out nearly everyday for the next few weeks while you try to sort things out, perhaps quickly moving in together

[sanguinesky-if]

Idk if you answered this question already to be honest. But I wanted to ask if tattoos could be a customization option to be added in an Update?

You can check out the full answer about tattoos and why I don't want add piercings here.

I might create a poll specifically for tattoos hidden under clothes, but I'm not sure yet.

On one hand, I has a tattoo, so it's not really fair not to offer that option to the reader for their MC when the RO has it.

On the other hand, adding that option will add to my workload, since some of the ROs will likely comment on any tattoos before or after the first sex scenes.

Plus, I'm not sure how to implement this feature correctly.

"You have a [small / medium / large] tattoo on your [insert body part]."

Will this be enough? I have a feeling readers might want more details, which is understandable because details are important.

However, since I already have a lot to keep track of, I'm not sure I want to increase my workload with this.

Thank you for your questions, and I apologize for not being able to provide a definite answer right now.

If anyone has thoughts on this, please feel free to share them in the comments.

[lvrtwn]

venus if she was awesome

speedpaint and more thoughts under the cut

venus has always been one of my favorite characters, though i feel her design is pretty underwhelming with a lot of wasted potential. this is kind of a redesign, kind of my own personal headcannon, and kind of how i imagined venus in my head as a kid.

this is supposed to be my version of g1 venus, more similar in facial features and keeping the straight hair. i absolutely love her new hair and face in g3 but im hesitant to call the new outfit an improvement. both g1s outfit and g3s outfit are bad in their own ways. i dont want it to seem like im shitting on the new design. again i think the face sculpts, hair, and body types of g3 are so awesome. its great to see more diversity being included in the designs. i just decided to go with g1 venuses look because thats the venus i grew up with

i definitely took some inspiration from g3s outfit for this design. i like the idea of it but the execution is just not great, not to say her original outfit is any better. i feel like out of all of tge original monsters she was the one with the most waisted potential. i love her personality and the abilities she has but the way she was styled has always bothered me.

in the movies shes described as “eco-punk” which is SUCH a cool style to go with a plant monster character. i just feel like the “punk” in “eco-punk” was never really represented in her outfits. i personally love punk music and clothing; ive been an active member in my local diy scene for many years and i love seeing all the outfits people put together.

i thought i would give her an outfit that shows off a couple of my personal favorite staples of punk style. big chunky leather boots with lots of straps and buckles. kept the shoe mouths from the original because they cool as hell. lots of leather, studs, spikes. i gave her denim cutoff shorts inspired by her gen 3 outfit, same with the torn black top. punk style has a big focus on comfort, practicality, and making things yourself. i imagine she cut a pair of old pants into shorts, roughly cut her “undead kennedys”band shirt tank into a crop top, and probably repurposed the remaining fabric. i also totally didnt draw this whole thing as an excuse to use that pun. i included asymmetrical leg accessories, with one fishnet stocking and one torn up sock. i also feel like she repurposed these, continuing to wear her old torn up socks instead of just throwing them out. i gave her a big chunky studded belt matching one of her cuffs with a recycling symbol belt buckle. i feel like it communicates an important aspect of her personality just at a glance, plus i just love big belt buckles. lastly i added piercings because 1. theyre cool and 2. i for some reason remembered her having an eyebrow piercing but i guess she never had one.

i mostly kept her body and hair the same. changed her ears and hair color slightly but thats just personal preference. i decided to make the vines on her body look more like tattoos instead of being 3d. i imagine she can make them grow into real vines, but when shes not using her powers theyre just flat against her skin. gave her a facial expression that made her look a little more unhinged. she might only do things for the good of the earth but she can still mind control people at will.

i wish i leaned a little bit more into the plant theming but im overall still super happy with how this came out. maybe ill made more monster high redesigns in the future

[willowlevulett]

Punk Divorce Era Jayvik teaser.

This AU slams Jayce and Viktor into my particular taste of West Coast punk. A teeny tiny Jayvik interaction plus some angst.

Vi is one of my favorite characters, so I also added an excerpt that I have written of Jayce and her. I think they would've been lovely friends so that will be reflected in this fic.

-

"What happened to your leg, Jayce." It was unfair of him to keep saying his name. Especially like that, saying it like he always used to.

"I fell."

"You fell." Viktor says the words as if tasting them, 'fell' rolling around on his tongue.

"Yes, fell. My altitude rapidly changed. An unconsented descent" Jayce brings up his hand above his head and gestures sharply downwards to belabor his point. He realizes too late that he's trying to get Viktor to laugh, like he used to. To get Viktor to scoff at any old ridiculous thing Jayce was doing at the time, his eyes alight with a smile all the same. But it's all wrong. It's been 5 years since they've seen each other, his tone is too harsh, and Viktor only looks annoyed.

The corspe of who Jayce once was rolls over in its grave. The man who survived stares hollowly forward.

-

Viktor is visibly trying to reign his emotions in. Jayce bets that the temptation of learning what happened to crack him down the center is enough to stay his tongue. For now.

Jayce takes the opportunity to drink him in. People like them tend to change visually faster than others, so he catalogs all the ways Viktor now differs from his memory of him. He has an eyebrow piercing on top of the new throat tattoo. Jayce can see the same tattoo lines that cover his back now lick up and over his shoulders. He now wears simple smoked out eyeliner. His clothes are still earthy tones with a splash of red but he now wears purple. It weaves through his outfit. A little in the bandana tucked in his back pocket. A lot in the array of earrings and rings that decorate him. Some in the eye shadow he smoked out his water line with.

He wants to say that Viktor looks good. Jayce stays silent.

-

Before he can reach the blessed front door, a hand grips his shoulder and yanks him to a stop.

"Viktor, I can't -"

"What are you doing here, pretty boy?"

The playful blue of Vi's eyes comes into view instead of the heated gold he expected.

"Oh god, Vi" He pulls her in for a brisk, tight hug. He can feel her muscles tense under her leather jacket. He takes a moment to inspect her face. She has a new scar just under her eye, cutting across the roman numerals there. There's three more piercings tucked into her left ear. She's favoring her left side like she always has, but it's not any worse than last he saw her.

"You look good."

"Ah, you're looking pretty good yourself. The haunted look, suits you. Rugged." She emphasizes the last word by planting her hands on his shoulders and giving him a small, rough shake. One of her hands then moves to tug on the long hair that hangs over his forehead now.

"The old you would've fucking hated this."

Jayce huffs a laugh. "That's the point."

Vi gives him a strange look at that. She simply stares at him for a long moment, the pulsing music of the grungy punk band on stage washing over them both. Whatever she finds in his eyes in the low light makes her scrunch her nose. Before Jayce can offer a platitude, she pulls him forward into another hug, this time threading her strong hand into the locks at the nape of his neck.

They figured out early on in their friendship that they both craved touch beyond normal people required. When he was younger, Jayce couldn't help himself. He would reach out and clasp his hands on shoulders, lean down into someone's space while they talked, drag his hand down their arm while pulling away from a hug. Vi on the other hand, tends to suffer in silence. Every part of her begs for touch, but she only touches those who work for it. But once you've earned it, once the dam is broken, you are awash with the joy that is Vi's sturdy touch.

He realizes all at once he has missed her terribly. He collapses into her arms and buries his head into her shoulder. She still smells like motor oil and cigarette smoke. He can feel a rumble of her saying something where their chests touch but he can't hear it over his desperate attempt to not burst into tears and the crashing crescendo of the music. He pulls away before this can get much worse for him.

[therealtomboyfangirl]

The Security breach y/n’s

Sooooo I guess I should start doing head canon stuff I’m ganna start by starting my fnaf security breach story here. It’s a y/n story where hear y/n is different deal with it heh. So this post will be intro ducitng that I guess. They all do join at different time stamps of the pizza plex so note the when the pizza plex opens, before Bonnie’s decommission and after Bonnie decommission as time stamps of how long they have worked there. Also Represention HEH

Sun/moon’s y/n

Janitor (because sun and moon keep destroying janitor bots)

Punk morals

Has lots of tattoos and piercing and looks a bit out of place when they start working their

Gender fluid

Poly/pansexual/ demisexual

Does not understand kids and just treats them like tiny adults not really fully comfortable around them at the start but does warm up to them

always wears a bandana at work

Once their there for a good bit good-luck getting them to be fired they know to much

Their in a Toxic relationship when they start at the pizza plex

Newer staff, arrived after Bonnie decommission

Runs off of energy drinks

Monty’s y/n

Bisexual

Fem

Is strong enough to ligit throw Monty over her shoulder

Mommy issues

Has a strong will

Afraid of dark cramped spaces

Is very gentle with kids but doesn’t put up with shit from anyone

Has a fun little game of stepping on Monty’s tail at least once a day

Been around before Bonnie was decommissioned

Freddy’s y/ns

There are multiple (3 total)

Their all poly and pan or bi

1 fem (y/n #1)and 2 nonbinary (y/n #2&#3)

Freddy has so many due to him being the main star attraction

Y/n #1 is Freddy’s og handler

the leader of Freddy’s handlers.

Headstrong and protective

A situationship that has never been official with Freddy since the first week of the plex being open

Very much mommy vibes

Has a kid

Y/n #2 was Bonnie’s og handler but got transferred to Freddy after Bonnie’s decommission (more info go to Bonnie’s y/n below)

Y/n #3 was Monty’s og handler

They were transferred over to Freddy after being physically hurt by Monty

Monty didn’t know how to handle his temper back then and always took it out on y/n which was the start of Freddy’s dislike for Monty (it does get repaired later on but wayyyy later on)

They have nightmares form that time but are always comforted by the other handlers and Freddy

Chica’s y/n

Bisexual

Ftm trans

He is very tall and strong and quite

He had an intimidating aura about him

Always wears the same leather jacket

Has had issues in the past (won’t put here so they can be surprises)

Amazing lesbian moms

Will punt a bitch

Can’t pick up on flirting

Hispanic and calls Chica chica as a term of endearment

Has a pet bird named Carino

Childhood friend with DJ’s y/n who got him this job

Post Bonnie decommission

Works out for fun

Runs off of energy drinks

Rides a motorcycle

Punk mindset

DJ music man’s y/n

Asexual

Nonbinary

Helped build the pizza plex

The head sound and electrical engineer

Has 3 master degrees all in engineering

The oldest out of all the y/n’s

Runs off of energy drinks

Has access to all the pizza plex servers and software and even helped write a lot of it

Is often in the dj’s area due to the custom speakers he has

Has a prosthetic leg

Orphan

Roxy’s y/n

Lesbian

Mtf trans

She is a get shit done type of person

She sasses back to Roxy which starts their friendship

Uses a cane as a mobility aid

Wears a lot of pink and red

Is one of the few people that can do Roxy’s hair

Post Bonnie decommission

Orphan

Runs an online blog exposing big corporations and politics stuff

Foxy’s y/n

Genderfluid

Pansexual

Used to work as a bouncer before the plex

Has a generally bubbling and kind personality

Has close to same physical strength at Monty’s y/n

They and Monty’s y/n often pull Monty and foxy away form fights

They are the only handler foxy has ever had

Post Bonnie decommission

Is a hugger

Plus sized

Is the easiest to get to cry

Bonnie’s y/n

Nonbinary

Bisexual

Is currently Freddy’s second handler Bonnie’s og handler

Was always nice to Bonnie and they had a situationship

Before Bonnie was decommission Bonnie pushed them away which they were suspicious of

They say Bonnie was decommissioned Bonnie trapped them in a closet

#sucial Bonnie

Bonus character : little Timmy

A little shit

Karen mom

[cryingoverdeadgaywizzards]

I imagine all the marauders as these sort of hazy figures, more like vibes than anything else, so I’m gonna try and explain how they look in my head.

James- James is more traditionally handsome to me. Very visible muscles, but is still pretty lean. I imagine him as the kind of dude your grandmother would call a “very handsome young man”, like old ladies definitely giggled and blushed when he talked to them. Just. Charming. Very tan skin, a dazzling smile, and broad shoulders. Red converse (duh), and maroon t shirts. I can also really see him wearing gold necklaces. Also this is oddly specific but I think he has a nose ring on his right nostril. That or a lip ring. He has a pretty slim facial structure, but a wide jaw. Really veiny hands and thin hair that sort of shoots out in every direction because it’s so frizzy from being ran through by his hands. Also his eyes are brown, but look kind of deep red. His glasses are always crooked. He has “R.A.B” tattooed over his heart (Reg has a matching one). I visualize James as an actual physical person.

Sirius- Sirius is very 70’s to me. I think he has wavy black hair that reaches just past his shoulders and contrasts his skin really sharply. He has a strong bone structure, with defined muscles on his arms but not really anywhere else. He just looks really aristocratic in my mind. His eyes are grey but boarder blue, paired with pale skin and a few moles scattered across his face. He sort of looks how Lady stardust is described in the David Bowie song. I think he has black cream eyeliner that he smudges around his lids. Most of the time his hair is held up by his wand. He wears a leather jacket (duh), black docs, and a lot of sheer, mesh like tops with glitter in the fabric. Tons of ear piercings but I don’t think he has piercings anywhere else. Also, hot take but I don’t see him with a ton of tattoos. Maybe just one for all the marauders, Regulus, and Lily. I see him with a lot of silver chains on his pants (only fake metal though, because of Moony). I visualize Sirius as snapshots of specific features.

Remus- Remus is sort of medium ugly. Like, he has a crooked nose, scars all over, a really thin frame, and awkwardly sized limbs. But it just combines to make him kind of hot. I see him with sort of tan hair with some silver hairs. I mostly imagine him in green. He doesn’t wear any jewelry, but his outfits are very layered. Moony sweaters (duh), brown leather jackets, and loafers. I think he has really pointy elbows and knobby knees. His eyes water a lot naturally. Also, chapped lips. Huge hands, and a triangle shaped body. To me, Remus is really tan and has freckles over pretty much his entire body. I think his resting face looks either really sad or really angry. Chocolate colored eyes, pools of warmth. I visualize Remus as collages, none of the images ever have a face.

Peter- Peter has a sort of timeless appearance. He looks like he could be from any era. Slightly olive skin, shaggy blonde hair, and green eyes. He wears a lot of earthy tones, but mostly light blue. I feel like he’d always have headphones on. He has freckles lightly dusted over his nose and cheeks but no where else. His nails are always bitten and his veins are very blue. I imagine Peter to be plus sized. I think he wears a lot of t shirts and pretty much nothing else. He’s cute, but in the way where you wouldn’t notice unless you actually considered if he was attractive. Lots of rings and bracelets. Also this makes no sense, but he gives really strong Thanksgiving vibes (😭?). Like, his appearance gives the same vibe as Turkey and mashed potatoes. I visualize Peter as fanart.