#sparkly robes <3

[sysig]

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[netsue101]

That gangsta au series but nyotalia design pt 2

2nd draft America:

I thought about what if it's not pants and all. Short looks weird in a suit so I went for a pencil skirt instead. Doesn't look good to me ngl

Then I thought about it. What if I ditched the suit and thought of a flashy dress? She is the main host, after all. The dress is inspired by one of the gowns Jane Russell wore. Gave her an oversized fur coat because I think that she'd do that to stand out more if a blinding sparkly dress isn't enough.

France draft design:

I have 3 different design for France.

Right to left:

> That was my first initial thought of a design for her. Though it looks very much similar to the male counterpart except for the bottom half of the wardrobe. I thought it was beautiful.

> 2nd one was where I wasn't thinking much. I just went, yeah, dress and a fur boa.

> 3rd one yeah I like this one. I came across a picture in punters and thought it looked amazing. After making this design based on that pic. I realized it's just a lingerie covered in a fancy looking robe LMAO. I am actually conflicted on whether it was 1st or 3rd. I might go back to back between the two when drawing.

Russia:

Listen. I have no idea what Russia is supposed to be. Out of everyone who looked all fancy and ready to gamble their life away or is part of a mafia gang, Russia is just in a winter fit. I just gave her the same winter fit instead.

[beansprean]

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(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Waist up of human Nandor dressed in a chainmail shirt with chest plating, a silver sword dangling from his left ear, a brown leather belt, and a brown leather baldric over his shoulder attached to a real sword at his hip. His hair is half up, twin braids from his temples forming a bun at the crown of his head and held in place by a leather clasp threaded with a stick. He is leaning against a doorframe, arms crossed, and staring offscreen with hooded eyes and a small smile, a pink heart floating by his face. 2. What Nandor is looking at. Waist up of Jeremy and Guillermo from the back as they chat idly, the vague idea of a coat rack in front of them. Jeremy is wearing long white robes. Guillermo, half turned toward Jeremy with a smile as they chat, is making motions to shrug off his puffy winter coat. 3. Extreme closeup of Nandor's eyes as they fly open in shock, cheeks flushing red. 4. Close up of Guillermo in profile, from the bridge of his nose to just below his chest, as he shrugs his coat off to reveal his bare shoulder and arm in a plain black tank top, a golden chain around his neck disappearing into the shirt. His right hand, wearing a leather glove, pulls out a piece of black fabric with a dotted white design. 5. Hips up of Guillermo from Nandor's POV on a glowing pink background, surrounded by golden sparkles, as he drops the coat completely and throws a poncho over his shoulders to complete his outfit. He is paused in motion, eyes downcast, pink mouth pursed, arms raised chest-high as the poncho flutters into place around his shoulders. It is black and translucent, decorated with a silver beadwork pattern of spiderwebs. The end of the poncho hits right at his waist line, edges scalloped like bat wings with silver pearls adorning each peak. Four short makeshift spider legs are sewn to the bottom of his tank top, two on each side. In the background are pink-tinted close ups in Nandorvision: the flex of Guillermo's bicep, the stretch of his fingers beneath the glove, and the roll of his back and stomach beneath the tight tank top as his arms stretch overhead. 6. A pink-tinted Nandorvision fantasy: full body of Nandor and Guillermo in their current outfits as Nandor grabs Guillermo at the waist and dips him, knee pressing forward between his legs and head dipped to mouth at his neck. Guillermo's arms are looped around Nandor's shoulders and he is smiling blissfully, hearts floating around his head, cheeks flushed as he tilts his head to allow Nandor access to his throat. His left leg hitches around Nandor's hip as Nandor's right hand creeps beneath the hem of his tank top. 7. Shoulders up of the real Nandor, staring slackjawed at the visions before him, cheeks flushed red and eyes wide, irises gone pink to reflect where his mind is at. 8. Small corner panel of Nandor, chest up and casting a shadow on a sparkly pink background as he comes back down to earth. He blushes, flustered, and closes his eyes with resignation, thinking to himself: "I'm going to be beating suitors away with a stick..." /end ID

[primthegreat]

IM FUCKING SCREAMING

My brother(8) just came downstairs to use the bathroom(it's 3 in the morning) and I had just come out of it so I was standing in my doorway trying to figure out who tf was up and he walks out and looks at me, his eyes are barely open, I'm sitting here in the dark wearing my hot pink sparkly robe and also hot pink bonnet and he does a small double take before walking into the bathroom so now I'm imaging 19 y/o dock doing the same to Jason or Tim and I'm crying

HAHAHAHAHHA STOP I CANT I LOVE THIS ITS GOING ON MY WALL

[soonielo]

Hosted a Art Raffle to celebrate 1000 followers on Twitter and was challanged by Anggrishka to use their face design and bring Korlandril from Path of the Eldar to live!

Had a lot of freedom to interprate his description when he reveals his statue. I cant say i trully believe him when claims to dress "austere" but I refraind from ornate patterns and too sparkly stuff.

Had no official warhammer images for eldar civilian fashion so I just let lose with ever I thought would be appropriet. Lots of flowy fabrics and and types of garments we dont see in every day life. The goal was to design garments that we wouldn’t have names for. In the end I chose to go forth with one of the more conventional robes and let the cape/silver buckels do the heavy lifting with focal points and visual interest.

As I doubt Korlandril would showcase his grand creation in modesty I gave some extra love to his 'pointer'. Wraithbones shape language is more thouroughly shown in warhammer so it was a quest to design a object that feel right at home in the warhammer universe. Eldar often have smaller shapes that melt togthere into one biggee shaped with a focus on organic curves interupted by straight lines. Im happy with one I ended up with.

Colours were fairly simple and I chose a expensive feeling blue that transisitions in saturation. Blended in warmer hues in the purple cape and gemstones to give it more richness.

I take any oppertunity i can to draw patterns so I went ham on the framing. Lowkey believe that Art Nouveau is something elfs would like.

Tinkering on this was a blast! Thanks for reading <3

[anilovie]

just thinking about hugging ani <3

his arms around you, how big and strong they’d feel, how warm he’d be. your face pressed to his chest, his robes a little scratchy but soft against your cheek, and he smells like leather and wind. his flesh arm presses you close around the middle, but you notice his metal hand on your back a little more because it’s heavier and harder, smoothing a line between your shoulder blades to rest at the nape of your neck, gently squeezing you there with his fingers. a soothing, repetitive motion that makes you shiver— he’s the best at giving hugs.

he hums lowly and you can feel the vibration in his chest, his sweet croon in your ears, and you know he’s watching you with that look— the one that makes his eyes all sparkly, lips tugged up in a soft smile, curly bangs falling in his face. your heart thumps in your chest like it’s reaching for his own, arms tightening around his waist— you never wanna let go.

[lore-o-hoe]

My All Time Favorite Outfits in LO (Part One):

(In no particular order)

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1. Episode 88: Persephone Dream Space Outfit:

Since this outfit has lived rent-free in my head it’s going first. Like since I saw it in Episode 88 my life has known no peace.

Like I can’t begin to explain the chokehold this outfit has on me.

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2. Episode 100: Persephone Frilly White Outfit:

I promise this list won’t be all Persephone filled, it’s just my bias for her sense of style 🥺✨. But I love the look here, it’s simple but cute, especially the heels and frilly socks.

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3. Episode 1: Minthe’s Lace Trimmed Bodysuit and Sheer Shawl:

Now I know we’ve all got our feelings about Minthe…

But I can definitely say that I think about this get up every once in a while.

Like the lacy bodysuit, thigh highs, and sheer shawl???? I’ll take 20 💰

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4. Episode 64: Aphrodite Fluffy White Robe and Frilled Heels:

Now you KNOW the goddess of love and beauty is going to be constantly put together and this outfit is a reminder of that. Even being home with her adorable kids isn’t going to stop the drip.

I’ll admit I’ve always wanted a robe like this

This is the official ‘Killed my husband and now I’m a wealthy widow’ get up and I can’t do anything but love it and envy ✨✨✨.

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5. Episode 119: Hera’s White Double Breasted Blazer (?) Thigh High Black Boot Combo:

Now we already know Hera is always out her with the best royal fits imaginable. So of course she’s gonna be on this list. And while she has outfit after outfit I could list, this one is one I love and would probably wear.

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6. Episode 127: Thetis’ Blue Dress/Thigh High Boots combo:

So yeah I’m not the biggest fan of Thetis but still the woman can dress! So this simple dress/boot combo is a favorite of mine.

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7. Episode 66: Hera’s Scorned Wife Dynasty Adjacent Look

Even when she’s scorned and unhappy she’s slaying this rich angry wife look. The hat, the shoulder pads, the runny mascara 👏

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8. Episode 224: Brown Overcoat/ Tan Two Piece Set from Aphrodite:

Im not sure why I’m so drawn to this one, maybe it’s the simplicity? the browns? Who knows! But to me it’s a good casual look.

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9. Episode 1: Artemis’ Black(purple?) Party Dress:

Artemis seems to fluctuate between casual, sporty, and Greek god formal, so there’s not many outfits I personally vibe with. But this dress is an absolute exception. It’s cute, it’s sparkly, what’s not to love?

10. Episode 72: Hecate’s Full Length Black Nightgown:

A lot of Hecates attire is a high class business suits that I can always appreciate but THIS. Look I’m not sure why this works so well but it absolutely does it. The sleeves, the length. It’s just so dramatic, dark, and elegant and suits a character like Hecate.

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Well that’s the list for now! Stay tuned for pt. 2!

[sparkliest-bard-bracket]

✨Round 3: Match 13✨

(Oscar Wilde art by @lhoandbehold)

Oscar Wilde Propaganda:

Actual play podcast NPC, so actual bard character. Has died twice but has come back just as iconic. In the last season he acquires the “robes of the Resplendent Thespian” which kinda looks like a Shakespeare outfit but in rainbow colours. Just… so very sparkly 

His Pathfinder class is Bard and he loves looking glamorous and casting Prestidigitation on himself. He's a powerful illusionist.

Wilde also used prestidigitation and mundane make-up to cover up the fact that he was suffering from a mysterious curse, and when someone asked if he was alright, he send up a stream of magical fireworks that spelled out "Wilde's fine, stop asking". He also got punched in the nuts by a goblin once.

Freddie Mercury Propaganda:

🎶HEEEEEE IS THE CHAAAMPION MY FRIEEENDS🎶

[neverwanttofallasleep]

I Never Want To Fall Asleep - Chapter 3

Word count: 4,519

For pairings, warnings, and disclaimer - see Masterpost

Saturday, December 17th, 2022

London, England

“Freddie, can you hand that empty rack down?”

He passes the clothing rack to you from the back of the truck, before lowering the lift and jumping down himself.

“Thanks!” You call over your shoulder as you begin to wheel the rack toward the loading bay of the venue.

Almost all the gear has been set up now. The crew have been here since 11am, while you got to work from your hotel room. Your trunks of mended, cleaned and ironed outfits are the last thing to be brought in by the roadies.

The backstage area of this venue is much bigger than the last few you’ve been to. Usually, you stow all the trunks in the green room and just unpack what’s needed for each member of the band. Tonight, though, you have the luxury of setting up each trunk in the respective dressing room, with all the selected outfits for this tour available to each boy to choose from. Sam and Josh are sharing one room, Jake and Danny in the other.

The selections they’ve made for this tour are incredible, tailored pieces of black, white and shades of gold, all adorned with sparkly embroidery, rhinestones and sequins. You love seeing them all dressed up together, truly a vision come to life, and you feel so prideful that you’re the one that gets to look after these incredible garments while they’re on the road.

You’d spent your morning meticulously steaming Josh’s sheer, floaty golden robe, among other things, as per his requests. They all usually have a vision for each night, swapping out the pieces to give themselves a fresh yet cohesive look for each city.

Josh is partial to his jumpsuits, he has 13 with him on this tour. They suit his personality so perfectly, heightening that spunk and flair he naturally exudes. Your favourite is his gold velvet one, covered in embroidered white roses.

Sammy wears suits, no shirt underneath, always high-waisted trousers with hip-length jackets, and always with his signature pleated wing under the left arm. This tour he’d been rocking the sword appliqué on all his pieces. 

“It’s my new thing!” He’d told you.

Danny has his own style, same-same but different from the rest of the band. Like Josh, he loves the sparkles and capes, but his outfits have to be extra-functional for drumming, so he usually wears a seperate bejewelled top and short cape with his classic, pleated satin pants.

Jake’s outfits are always your favourite. Like Sam, he wears suits, but with tighter trousers and cropped jackets. The silhouette reminds you of a military uniform, like he’s preparing for battle before he takes the stage. You love the many black suits he wears, all similar with unique gold embellishments, but your favourite is his white suit. Unlike his others, this one has lapels, and is covered in incredibly detailed gold archery motifs. When you first saw him in it, you’d felt your heart skip a beat. You’d tried to keep your awe to yourself, not wanting to inflate his ego further, but you had to compliment him. He’d looked phenomenal.

“This one looks the best on you.” You’d tried to sound casual, with a mouth full of sewing pins, as you marked the alterations on his shoulder.

He’d raised an eyebrow at you. “Huh. You think so?”

You nodded.

He hummed. “I’ll have to remember that.”

You’d smiled at that, your cheeks reddening.

He’s yet to wear it for a show, but you imagine he’s saving it up for a special one, perhaps when you return to the States. You always keep all their options available for them, as some people (Josh) like to change their mind a few times before settling on a look.

You eye the white suit as you open up his trunk, beginning to unload their selections for this evening’s show. You consult the list you’ve been emailed, hanging Jake’s rose suit and Danny’s black satin trousers and silver vest onto the rack you brought with you, triple checking for any loose threads.

It’s nearing 5pm, and you know the boys will be done with soundcheck soon. According to your itinerary, doors tonight open at 6.30. You’re keen to have everything set up before they come down, not eager to run into Jake after your strange interaction last night.

Danny and Jake’s bags are already stowed in the corner of the room, with an opened bottle of Jack Daniels on the dressing table. You sigh. The excessive drinking just proves to you that Jake can’t possibly be as unaffected by your situation as he’s putting on.

You’ve been replaying last night in your head all day, unsure what to make of it. He was obviously drunk, you knew that. But after the awful non-interactions you’d had earlier in the day, his desperation for you to stay with him last night was making your head spin. You want to confront him about it, but you decide that now isn’t the time. One last show, and you’ll be heading home tomorrow.

Once you’re satisfied with the set up, you head over to Sam and Josh’s dressing room. As you reach the door at the corner of the hallway, all painted black bricks and fluorescent lighting, you hear footsteps coming from the other direction. You poke your head around, and when you see Danny’s smiling face moving toward you, you step out fully.

“Hey, Y/N!” He gives you a genuine grin. “I feel like I haven’t seen you since we left Manchester! Busy day yesterday?” He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

If anyone can catch onto your mood without you having to say a word, it’s Danny. He can just read people like that.

You return the smile, realising he’s right. You’d been so determined to coop yourself up to avoid Jake, you’d missed out on seeing the rest of your friends. 

“Sorry, Dan. I had so much work to do - had to fix your cape! Missed you though. How was your first night in London?”

“Fucking awesome.” He chuckles. “A few of the gang went a bit too hard, too early, though. By 1am it was only Josh, Jules, Meghan and I left.” He shakes his head. “How did Jake manage this morning? He and Sam were the first to bail.”

You give a little smile. “Not sure, I wasn’t with him this morning.”

Danny raises an eyebrow. “Really? Surprised to hear it, if I’m honest. He wouldn’t shut up about you last night. Thought you might’ve finally broken your rule and done the deed.” He smirks.

You chew your lip and shake your head. “No, nothing like that. I saw him when he got in, though, he was in pretty rough shape.” You give him a rueful smile.

Danny is the only member of the band that you’ve really talked to about your friendship with Jake. Although he doesn’t explicitly know of your feelings, you imagine he has an inkling as to why you won’t cross that line.

As Danny’s about to reply, the other three boys emerge from the stairs at the end of the corridor, presumably making their way back from soundcheck.

Jake glances up and sees you, immediately looking back to the floor.

He’s embarrassed.

Well, at least that solidifies your theory that he wouldn’t have said any of it if he was sober.

Sam and Josh greet you enthusiastically, Jake giving a small nod.

You see Danny’s eyes flick between you and Jake.

“How’s the set up going, Y/N?” Josh places his hand on your shoulder. “Need us to do anything?”

You’re thankful for Josh. “Nah, I’m almost done. Jake and Danny’s is all good to go, I’m just heading in here now to unpack your trunks.”

He nods. “Easy. We can stay out of your way. We’ll just go hang out down the hall ‘til you’re ready for us.”

“Thanks, Josh.”

“Come join us for a drink when you’re done?” Sammy chimes in.

You glance at Jake, who’s still staring into space, anywhere but you.

“I’m alright. I’m going to meet Jules out in the gardens, she’s bringing us some dinner.”

Sam looks disappointed. “You gotta come in for a pre-show shot then, both of you. It’s the last night of Europe, can’t have you missin’ out.”

You sigh, glancing to Jake and back to Sam. “I’ll be there. Can’t let you go out on stage without a once over. Gotta check you for boogers.”

Danny and Josh laugh. 

Sammy frowns. “I’m proudly booger-free, I’ll have you know.” He retorts.

You grin. “I’ll believe it when I see it, Samuel.”

The four of you giggle, and you notice Jake getting restless.

“Alright, gotta get back to work. See you in a bit!”

You shuffle around Sam and slide into the second dressing room.

“You want the last bite?” Julie waves her pastry at you.

You shake your head. “I’m good. The sandwich filled me up. Thanks, though. Just not a huge appetite today.” You take a swig of your now-cold coffee.

She hums. “I noticed. What’s on your mind, girl?”

You consider for a moment. If you can tell anyone what’s been going on, it’s Jules. She’s your colleague and your friend, and she doesn’t have any loyalty to the band. You feel the need to share what’s been filling your mind these past 48 hours, just to unload some of the stress.

When you look up from tracing circles on the lid of your cup, you find her empathetic eyes assessing you. “Jake and I had a fight.”

“Oh, babe. What the fuck happened?”

You feel your eyes welling already. “That’s the thing. I don’t even really know.”

She sips her coffee. “How did it come about?” 

You tell her the story of the other night, explaining your worries about the friendship becoming too close, and your admission. You tell her how he acted yesterday, and even how he was earlier by the dressing rooms. Julie knows why you keep things platonic with Jake, so she gets it.

Once you’ve finished, she just sighs.

“So, you haven’t spoken since Manchester?”

You groan. “I think that was his plan, if I’m honest. But I caught him last night, blackout drunk and struggling to get into his room. He asked for my help, and he just seemed, well, normal.”

“Fuck. And did you? Help him, I mean?” She says through the last bite of her croissant.

“Yeah, I helped him inside and take off his shoes and stuff. Got him some water. He kept asking me to stay with him. Told me I was beautiful.” The tears are coming now.

Jules puts her hand over yours. “Babe, I get it. That would be fucking hard to hear. Especially after what you told him. I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve that shit.” She frowns. “That boy needs to keep his dick in his pants. He’s been leading you on, even if he doesn’t realise it.”

You hear the truth in her words, but the worst part is, all you can think is how you wish things could go back to how they were before. You’d take him leading you on over this any day.

You choke out a little sob. “I know that. You’re right. I just, I dunno. I just miss him.”

Jules takes both your hands in hers now. “I know you do, babe. And if that fucker has any sense, which I think he does, he’ll get his shit together and apologise.” She sighs. “I can’t tell you where to go from here, because I know it’ll be hard either way. But if you’re really prepared to just have a friendship with him, then I’m sure you guys will work it out. Fuck, he’d be an idiot not to.”

You laugh a little through the tears, throwing your arms around your friend.

“Thank you, Jules. I love you. I’m sorry to drag you into all this, but I’m so glad I have you.”

She laughs. “Don’t worry about me, girl. I fucking live for the drama. And I’ll always be here for you.”

“Right back at you.”

“I love you, too, Y/N. Just take care of yourself. Danny was right, you know. Jake couldn’t stop talking about you last night. Just don’t let him hurt you.”

You pull back and nod, sniffling.

“I’ll try.”

At about 7, after a brief crew meeting, you and Jules head back down to the dressing rooms. It’s time for her to start on Josh’s makeup, and you figure that his dressing room is the safest hiding place for you right now. At least Sam’s constant babbling and Josh’s telling him off will keep you entertained for an hour or so.

Sam mixes you a drink, some tequila and soda from their rider, and sits with you on the couch.

“Where’s Lennon?” You question. You realise you haven’t seen or spoken to her since breakfast this morning.

“She’s watching from GA tonight. Got some friends coming along. They have passes so I’m sure they’ll be back here after the show.”

“Oh, that’ll be nice for her. Anyone you know?”

“Yeah, a friend of hers from school and his partner who’s from here. We met up with them at the pub last night.”

You smile. “Ah, yes. The infamous pub. I hear you didn’t make it past 11, Sammy boy.”

“Neither did Jake!” He says defensively.

You roll your eyes.

He grimaces. “I was still hungover, alright? Plus, I needed my beauty sleep. I don’t get to just slap on some concealer and rhinestones to hide my eye-bags like some of us do.” He gestures to Josh.

Josh chucks a brush at him. “Hey, don’t come at me. It’s my war paint. I need it to focus.”

“It’s alright, brother. Not all the Kiszkas could be blessed with natural beauty. There had to be one dud.”

Josh throws another brush and Jules scolds him.

“Sit still, Josh, or you’ll end up looking worse than you fucking started.”

Sam chuckles.

When she’s done with Josh and given Sammy some shimmer, Julie leaves to go and sort out Danny, and you hang back to fuss over Josh and Sam.

With about 15 minutes till their set starts, Julie, Danny and Jake make it back into Sam and Josh’s dressing room.

When you see Jake, your breath catches.

He’s wearing the white suit, and he looks radiant. Looks like Jules has even talked him into a little eyeliner. You see him peek a glance at you before quickly looking away.

Why tonight, Jake?

Surely he had to know that would mean something to you. Did it mean something to him, too?

Craig and couple of the techs join you all too, including Freddie, and you all stand in a circle while Josh and Sam hand out shots of tequila.

You lean over to Jules and Freddie. “After this tour, I’m never drinking tequila again.”

They giggle. “Fuckin’ amen to that, sister.”

Josh clears his throat, and begins his pre-show toast. “Well, we’ve done it, folks. We’re officially on the last European show of this Dreams In Gold circus. I’d like to thank our fabulous team for working so hard for us these past few months. We know it’s been gruelling, but you’ve all done a stellar job at getting us places on time, making us sound and look beautiful,” he gives you and Julie a wink, “and keeping us from murdering each other. If I don’t see you, I hope you all have a wonderful holidays, may we reunite Stateside in the new year! Bajabule!”

“Bajabule!” You all cheer and toast your shots. 

Across the circle, Jake makes eye contact with you, raising his shot glass towards yours.

You give him a meek smile, unsure how to respond.

You turn back to Julie and grin, downing your drink, as you hear a chorus of groans and coughs around you from the burning liquor.

Freddie gets a call through his comms. 

“Alright boys, time to hit side stage.”

They all file out of the dressing room. You hang back to tidy up a little, Josh and Sammy having left discarded items of clothing all over the floor and couch. You pick up Sam’s underwear, grimacing as you toss them into the drawer of his trunk.

As you turn to walk out, you see Jake lingering in the doorway, looking at you.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna be late.” You say quietly.

He nods.

He goes to turn, and then stops, his eyes meeting yours again. “Like the suit?”

You sigh. “Yeah, Jake. I do.”

He smiles to himself and makes his way up to the stage.

The set is electric, you can feel the buzz of the crowd from backstage. The boys are really giving it their all for this last show abroad.

You watch most of it, unable to peel your eyes away from Jake in that suit.

Your favourite suit.

And he knew it.

You figure this is his form of an olive branch, but you mentally curse him for not choosing a less romantic gesture. It was sweet of him to think of you in that way, knowing that this was your passion, and this would be the most meaningful way he could show you he cared. You just wish it wasn’t under these circumstances.

He was always gorgeous, but this suit… it just made him angelic. You had a hard time keeping your eyes off him on your best day, but tonight, he was magnetic.

After shedding a tear during ‘Broken Bells’, Jules gripping your hand, you decide now is as good a time as any to start the pack up. If you weren’t waiting for them side stage, you hoped the boys and crew would just bring their stuff back to the dressing rooms. You just couldn’t be there right now. You didn’t want to see him when he stepped off stage, glistening with sweat and radiating with adrenaline. It would be too much. It was already too much.

Julie follows you, and you both solemnly keep to your devices as you rehang Jake’s rose suit into his trunk, quietly cursing him again. Julie packs up the pieces of her kit she’s left in each room, wiping her brushes, and leaving some makeup wipes by the mirrors for the boys when they return. You fold their street clothes and leave them in neat piles in their trunks, trying to be as prepared as possible. Julie helps you disassemble the now-empty racks, ready to be stowed back on the truck.

When you’re both happy with the state of the rooms, you steal two beers from Josh and Sam’s rider and head out to the loading dock for a cigarette, waiting for the chaos to ensue.

Pack down goes fast enough and pretty smoothly. You manage to successfully avoid Jake, finding his suit already hung up in his trunk and his street clothes gone when you to go close them up. Every time you and Jules cross paths, she gives you a sweet look or squeezes your arm gently. You’re so grateful for your friend, and so glad you confided in her. You’d thought about talking to Lennon, but really, you aren’t that close. Plus, she’s Sammy’s girlfriend, so you really don’t know where she’d stand. You make a mental note to text her later, as you haven’t seen her during the chaos. You figure she’s with the band, celebrating somewhere.

After everything is securely back on the truck and you’ve reported your checklist to Craig, you board the mini-bus, ready to head to your hotel room and crash. Jules sits beside you and rests her head on your shoulder. Truthfully, you’re beat. It’s been an exhausting few days, both mentally and physically. You’re grateful for the late start tomorrow, your flight out of Heathrow not until 3pm. You plan to sleep until the last possible minute.

When you finally get back to your room, you strip off your coat, crew shirt and black pants, tossing them in a pile in the corner for you to deal with tomorrow. You’re too exhausted to think about having a shower, and you mentally thank yourself for choosing not to wear makeup on show nights. You throw on a sleep shirt, braid your hair, brush your teeth as thoroughly as you can manage, and flick off the lights, eagerly anticipating the warm bed.

Once you’re bundled up under the covers, you shoot Lennon a message, wishing her a good night, letting her know you’ll catch up with her at some point tomorrow before you leave. You recall Sam mentioning they were staying in London for a few extra days, so you’d have to find her for a coffee before you head to the airport.

You’re elated about not having to set an alarm. You put some music on and switch off the lamp, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

You’re awoken by your phone ringing. You have no idea what time it is, but it’s definitely still dark outside. You’d put your phone on do not disturb, so it must be one of your emergency contacts. You groan and roll over, fishing by the pillow for your cell. When you finally locate it, you squint at the bright light, seeing Jake’s name flashing on the screen. 3.26am. You answer.

“Hello?” Your voice is thick with sleep.

“Can you open your door? I’m outside.”

You flick on the lamp. “What? Why?”

You hear Jake sigh through the phone. “I need to talk to you, Y/N. Can you please come to the door?”

“Okay. Hold on.” You hang up and roll out of bed, pulling down your t-shirt from where it’s ridden up over your belly. You tuck your loose hair behind your ears, and open the door.

Jake is standing there, hands in his pockets, still wearing his clothes from earlier today.

“What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk. Please let me in.”

You’re annoyed that he’s chosen to do this right now. “Does it have to be at 3.30 in the morning? Can’t we do this tomorrow?”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m sorry. I’ve already left it too long. I need to say this now.”

He’s definitely had a drink, but he’s not drunk like you imagined him to be. Actually, he seems quite lucid. You take a step back and gesture inside. He steps past you, walks to the centre of the room and turns back to face you. You shut the door and look at him, unsure how to proceed, so you don’t. You wait for him to speak.

He looks nervous. He runs his hand through his hair, pacing the carpet, staring at the floor.

“Look, I, uh, I'm really sorry. I really fucked up the other night. I shouldn’t have said those things to you. I was cruel and you didn’t deserve that.”

You let out the breath you’ve been holding. “Okay. Thanks for saying that.”

“I really mean it. It wasn’t fair of me to put it all back on you. I didn’t know that’s how you felt, and I reacted poorly. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You walk over and sit on the foot of the bed. “I’m sorry too, Jake.” He looks down at you with those soft, brown eyes. “It wasn’t fair of me to say that, knowing your situation. There was a better way of handling it. I’m sorry I put you in that position.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t need to be sorry. I want you to be able to be honest with me.” He sits down next to you. “You mean a lot to me, y’know, and these past couple days have been really shitty. I’ve missed you so much. I didn’t want to go home without explaining myself to you.”

“I appreciate that, Jake. I missed you too.”

He hums.

You pat the back of his hand where it’s gripping the edge of the bed. “Can we just go back to how we were before?”

He looks directly into your eyes, flipping his hand up to thread his fingers through yours.

He brings his other hand up to your chin, his index finger tilting your head up lightly toward his.

You can feel your heart hammering.

His gaze flicks to your mouth, then back to your eyes.

He leans in, ghosting his lips ever so softly over yours.

You lean into it for a moment. You’ve spent so long wondering what this would feel like. 

It’s fireworks.

After a few seconds, you pull away.

“What are you doing?”

He frowns. “Isn’t this what you wanted? I know it’s complicated. You know I can’t be with you. But I need you in my life, Y/N. So if you want this, you know,” he gestures to himself, “I want it too.”

“Want what? To sleep with you?” You pull back further, so none of you is touching him.

He runs a hand through his hair. “I guess so? God, it sounds so crass when you say it like that. I just mean, you know what I can offer you. This is it. And I want you around. So let me give this to you.”

You sigh, running all this over in your head. You think back to what Jules said. 

“No, Jake. I don’t want sex. I want to be friends, like we were before. If you want that.”

“What about what you told me the other night? This not being just friendship to you?”

“It is. You said so yourself. We’re close, and we like each other’s company. I want you in my life too. It’s just friendship.”

He sighs and drops his hands into his lap. You wish you knew what he was thinking.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. I can’t stand not being around you. I need you, Y/N.”

“I need you too, Jake.” You rest your forehead on his shoulder. “Thanks for wearing my suit tonight.”

He hums. “I just wanted you to see me how I see you. When we ran into each other in the elevator yesterday, and you had my sweatshirt on, y’know…” He sighs. “I can’t explain it. It just made me happy.”

Your heart flutters.

“Can I, uh, can I sleep in here?” He puts his hand on your thigh. “I meant what I said, I don’t sleep the same without you.”

You giggle. “Of course you can. This bed is huge.”

He grins. “Good.”

You scoot back up the bed as he kicks off his shoes and shucks off his jeans, unbuttoning the bottom few buttons of his navy shirt and letting it fall to the floor.

“Alright. Move over, bed hog.”

You giggle and scoot over to your side as he climbs in.

You both get comfortable and you reach up to switch off the light.

His hand finds yours under the covers.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Jake.”

“Will you come home with me for Christmas?”

Chapter 4

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[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 4, vol. 19, 24 janvier 1897, Paris. 6. Travestissements. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

1. Fée du houx. Robe en gaze vert tendre semée de haies de houx. Guirlandes de houx posées au corsage et sur la jupe. Touffe de houx dans les cheveux. Baguette dorée avec piquets de houx.

2. Costume de dame anglaise au XVIe siècle. Robe de dessous en satin bleu pâle quadrillé de galons d’or avec cabochons de turquoise au milieu des carrés. Manteau en soie ou velours vieux rouge orné de galon d’or. Manches en satin blanc. Bande de fourrure dans le bas de la jupe. Coiffure en satin blanc avec pierres de couleur autour du fond et une grosse pierre turquoise ou brillant sur le front.

3. Costume de dame italienne, fin du XVe siècle. Jupe en satin rose broché. Corselet velours grenat, manches et robe de dessus en velours mousse bordés galon or. Draperies du corsage et crevés en satin blanc ou rose. Collier perles fines. Petite couronne or et perles au-dessus du chignon.

4. Costume de Pierrette. En satin jaune avec boutons bleu ciel.

5. Costume de clownesse. Robe en satin rose recouverte de gaze verte. Manches gaze verte et rose alternées. Papillons de paillettes brodés sur le corsage et sur la jupe. Gants et bas noirs. Papillons sur les souliers en satin rose. Papillon voltigeant au-dessus de la tête au moyen d’un fil de laiton léger.

6. Costume de Suissesse, fin du XVe siècle. Corsage velours noir à chemisette satin jaune. Jupe soie bleu paon avec bande satin jaune bordée galon argent. Chapeau feutre gris avec plumes bleues et jaunes. Las noirs, souliers cuir bleu.

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1. Holly Fairy. Soft green gauze dress strewn with holly hedges. Garlands of holly placed on the bodice and on the skirt. Tuft of holly in the hair. Gold wand with holly stakes.

2. Costume of an English lady in the 16th century. Underdress in pale blue satin squared with gold stripes with turquoise cabochons in the middle of the squares. Old red silk or velvet coat adorned with gold braid. White satin sleeves. Strip of fur at the bottom of the skirt. White satin headdress with colored stones around the bottom and a large turquoise or sparkly stone on the forehead.

3. Italian lady's costume, late 15th century. Brocaded pink satin skirt. Garnet velvet bodice, sleeves and top dress in foam velvet edged with gold braid. Draperies of the bodice and crevés in white or pink satin. Fine pearl necklace. Small gold crown and pearls above the bun.

4. Pierrette's costume. In yellow satin with sky blue buttons.

5. Clown costume. Pink satin dress covered with green gauze. Alternating green and pink gauze sleeves. Sequin butterflies embroidered on the bodice and on the skirt. Black gloves and stockings. Butterflies on pink satin shoes. Butterfly fluttering above the head by means of a light brass wire.

6. Swiss costume, late 15th century. Black velvet bodice with yellow satin blouse. Peacock blue silk skirt with yellow satin band bordered with silver braid. Gray felt hat with blue and yellow feathers. Black wearers, blue leather shoes.

[a-trick-or-two-with-lepers]

I finally watched Swedish Christ Superstar

Remember how I did a whole deep dive into the 2018 one? Yeah well, I was gonna try to do that with this version, but it is so unbelievably, completely, utterly, insanely unhinged that I just had to have my post about it match the energy. So without further ado, here are my literal first reaction notes to Jesus Christ Superstar (2014 Swedish Arena Tour).

Overture-

• Ooh the stuttering guitar is so metal

• Love the outfits, give me more apocalyptic leather headbanging nonsense

• Love how the choreo goes with the music rather than pure immediate chaos

• Admittedly the orchestra could be a bit better, but not terrible

• The shopping cart is my favorite character

• This feels almost interpretive

• Ok. Jesus is hot

• Draculacore

• Is he orgasming?

• I think that's an appropriate tone to be set

• I will say, I like productions with more color, but I see the style they're going for and I don't dislike it

Heaven on their minds-

• I like how they translated the lyrics to sound good in Swedish

• Also gives extra context and connotation to the words

• Love judas' mesh top!

• Really good singer wow

• This is how the song is supposed to be sung!!!

• I like boys with long hair hehehehe

• Symbolic that jesus is sleeping while judas is trying to get him to listen. Shows how closed off and resigned to his fate he was

• And also how no matter how hard judas tried he would never really be heard

• Painted nails!

• The subtitles said fuck? Lol

• I seriously love this guy's voice

• Oh my god they're so boyfriends

What's the buzz/Strange thing mystifying-

• Jesus is serving so much cunt

• So. Much. Touching.

• AHAHAHAHAGSVSBAZHDVWH THEYRE SO BOYFRIENDS HWWGGA

• Yes Maria feed him that orange

• "A man like him" you mean... 💅?

Everythings alright-

• I really like Mary's voice and look

• Mommy vibes fs

• He's in the shopping cart hhahahaha

• The masculine urge to sleep in a shopping cart while wearing shades

This jesus must die-

• Caiaphas sounds like a toad LMAO

• "It's seduction! It's blasphemy!" -Christians watching this 😭

• Caiaphas saying "STOP" such a jumpscare

• They kept the jesus is cool line and for that this is now one of my favorite productions

• AND THEY SAID IT TWICE AM I IN HEAVEN??

• Well I won't be after watching this 😌

• Caiaphas has a pretty cool voice ngl, my timbers are shivered

• HELIKOPTER 🚁 HELIKOPTER 🚁

Hosanna-

• A bit faster rendition that's neat

• Interesting how judas is participating in the fray

• It's so nice to see his character happy for once though

• The jesus balloons are killing me

Simon zealotes/poor jerusalem-

• Ooh it's a fight

• The ladies are sangin and dancin 💃

• THEY SAID FUCK AGAIN

• Well okay I'm just gonna give up on the notion that this play will be family appropriate in any manner, it's better that way anyway

• Pretty cool how the choreo is militaristic, as well as the costuming

• They way Simon is pronounced 😃

• I am unilingual my brain is incapable of not making a joke about that

• Jesus your nail polish is chipping baby fix that

Pilates dream-

• Love pilates robe, very pretty

• Ok but the sparkly suit is better

The temple-

• Fuck counter: 3

• They have a bit more speaking in this version which I really don't mind

• The lyrics make it really clear how the crowds used their connection to God to justify their actions, an issue which is still prevalent today

• Annas shaking that tail go off

• Jesus jumpscare

• He called it "A whorehouse" 💀

• The beggars all have little hand lights, that creates a really cool effect

• Wow the music got really fast

I don't know how to love him-

• Yayy Mary hi Mary hi 😍🥰👋

• Da smoochy???

• Judas ain't gonna be happy bout this

• Her voice is so good!!

• Interesting how jesus is awake for this

• ITS JUDAS HE'S PEEKING

• Uh oh

Damned for all time/blood money-

• OH NO

• MY BOY GOT SLAPPED

• HE JUST WANTED A SMOOCH

• Ok now it just feels like he's betraying him cause he got rejected 😭

• Annas is such a little shit oh my god

• He's giving Draco Malfoy vibes somehow

The last supper-

• Act 2 baby here we go

• Okay so he's dragging them to absolute hell, love that for you jesus

• The girls are FIGHTING!

• "Tell us what happened to the good vibes" I'm loving this translation

• Judas actor once again killing it, he has a really lovely rock voice

• The apostles throwing shade at judas and planning to blame him in the gospels 😙🤌

• This shit crazy

Gethsemane-

• Ok I'm gonna try to be serious for this once

• So far pretty good

• The lyrics are hitting the important parts of the song I feel

• HE GOT THE NOTE!

• Pretty damn good

• My bias still lies with Neeley but that wasn't gonna change really

• I like how he made the g5 actually part of the song rather than separating it. This whole performance is actually very natural and easy to watch

• The last verse goes so incredibly hard

• *rips shirt open*

• 👌

The arrest-

• Here it is the kiss

• Here we go

• Literally the only part of this play I'd seen before

• Okay that's just. So romantic. JESUS kissed JUDAS! What a twist!

• "Why did you date a whore" goddamn

Peter's denial-

• Annas is basically the main character he's in so many songs

Pilate and christ-

• "Yeah we know you're 'hot'" I mean 😏

• Fuck counter: 4

• My notes are seriously lacking I apologize

King herods song-

• Herod is me I am Herod

• Me in my robe on a Monday morning imposing judgement onto others:

• Did they just use a slide whistle?

• Goofy ahh sound effects 💀

• "Fine I'll do it myself- look, no hands 😚"

• He's my favorite

• Herod being silly and goofy:🤪

• Jesus: 😐

• Loved that

Could we start again please-

• Fuck counter: 5

• Not the song I expected it to be in tbh

• Maybe it doesn't hold the same weight in Sweden

• "How are we going to explain it so it looks good on paper?" This is a new angle that is actually really interesting, and reminds me that the Bible is pretty much ancient RPF

• Yay they included the ensemble

Judas death-

• "For one measly kiss" I'd call that kiss a lot of things but measly does not come to mind

• He is talking to jesus instead of christ

• Something tells me this production is not very religious 🤔

• Which I am very ok with

• He's goin through it

• He's got the rock screams going on 🤘love it

• RIP Judas, too gay to live 😔

Trial before pilate-

• He called Jesus a clown, bitch this isn't Godspell

• Ouchie

• That's a lot of blood

• It's easy to overact in the role of pilate and this guy isn't doing that, which is good

Superstar-

• I prefer when Judas is wearing white in this song, but the glittery red robe kinda slays ngl

• And once again judas is a pretty boy

• They kept the "jesus christ, Jesus christ, who are you what have you sacrificed" line in English

• Oop the robe is off

• Get those dance moves judas damn

• This is insane

• What is happening

• Why am I turned on

John 19:41-

• Ooh this is rather scary

• The way its literally just him on stage suffering is pretty intense

• IT IS FINISHED

Hope you enjoyed sluts

[sandymybeloved]

One of these is NOT a picture of a Time Lord:

image description under the cut

[ID: picures labelled 1 to 9

1: a black and white picture of a man dressed as a medieaval monk standing on a clifftop

2: a man in a white robe with a black collar that extends over his shoulders and down his front at the sides

3: a figure in a robe and a tall bronze mask

4: a figure that looks like a burnt up corpse wearing a black burnt up robe

5: a large furry body with a spherical glass head, extending out of the head are two red, antenae like eyes

6: a man in a skintight sparkly white top, a silver cape and a large sparkly hat

7: a figure with an insect like head

8: a woman in a red top with large shoulder pads and wide sleeves

9: a translucent snake

\end ID]

[olivia091108]

DEFINITELY WILL

Summary:bam meeting one of the playbunnys. Based of season 3 episode 1 of viva la bam

Pairing:bam margera x reader

Word count:1032

I hear loud shouting coming from the gate and I look outside my window and see 3 men 2 of them seem my age and the other man is around 50 maybe shouting into the speaker that he wants to meet Hugh Hefner

Every tourist always comes to the mansion thinking they can just walk in so it’s nothing new but a black car pulls up and a very handsome man jumps out followed by his friends he looks oddly familiar but I can’t place his face

There’s no point me watching them from my window all they will end up doing is getting security called and get taken away. I finish getting ready and head downstairs when one of the girls pulls me towards the front door.

“There’s some boys here and you need to give them a little tour”

“Why me?”

“Because I don’t want to they have a weird man with them plus you are play bunny of the year. Good luck” she walks of after giving my ass a quick slap

Might as well get it over with

I step outside and see that the boys from outside earlier have been let in but the man has been tied up with tape to a weelchair.

“Hi boys” I say my eyes stuck on the handsome boy. “I’m y/n I’ll give you a little tour if you want”

For a couple seconds they all stared at me before someone answers” hi y/n I’m bam this is don vito he doesn’t understand the difference between a good touch and a bad touch so we’ve had to tie him up”

“Alright I’ll be careful standing too close to him” as I turn away I already see his hand reaching out before being restricted by the tape.

Bam catches up and walks next to me. “ me and my friends are building a Drive way skate park and we’re looking for a few things from famous people.”

Well how about after this tour I can see if you find anything for you” I stand even closer so my arm brushes against his when we walk.

I can’t keep my eyes off him his dark hair and blue eyes especially his rockstar attitude just make me like him even more

“That would be great thank you”.

Right as we get to the pool I feel a big hand squeeze at my bum which makes me jump a bit since I already know it’s from don Vito.

Before I can say anything they put his wheelchair on the ground so he’s stuck there and as they all brag about being able to go see the other girls bam gently takes my hand and pulls me along with him and his friends

After showing them around more and introducing them to some of the other bunnies i beckon bam over and he follows me into the mansion.

“I have just the thing for you” I hope this doesn’t come across rude but why do you need this for a drive way skate park”

I see his eyes shoot up to meet mine and he goes a shade of red since I caught him staring “ oh um it’s for my show on mtv”

“What’s it called maybe I’ve seen it?”

“Viva la bam”

“I think I watched an episode actually the one where you didn’t let your dad eat for 24 hours it was pretty funny”

He blushes even more after hearing that I’ve seen his show. I push my bedroom door open and immediately notice that I should of cleaned and try and pick up any clothes that have been thrown to the floor “sorry about the mess”

“Nah it’s all cool you should see my room”

“Maybe I should.” In shocked at myself for being so bold in never like this

“If you have your own show can’t you just ring up your famous friends”

“I could it’s just not as fun.”

“I probably shouldn’t be giving you this but here is one of Hugh’s famous robes he has plenty so hopefully he won’t notice. Wanna try it on?”

“Fuck yes” I laugh while sliding the robe onto him and I have to admit he still looks pretty hot.

He reaches his hands into the pocket and then pulls out a thong not just any thong my red sparkly thong. My face is probably redder than the robe and he picks up on that straight away.

“Can I keep this too….you know for the collection of course” he says with a smirk on his face. I nod and I feel my confidence rushing back agian

“You have given me the idea to start my own collection of things form famous people wanna be the first to add to the collection?”

“Y-yeah um anything in particular like my belt or sunglass-“

“How about a kiss”

“A kiss?yes yeah sure”

Seeing as he was quite a bit taller than me I reach on to my tiptoes and cup his face in my ands and slowly lean in while he bent his neck down as his arms snakes round my waist and I feel his soft lips connect with mine.

I pull away but just as I do bam pulls me back and the kiss is a lot more passionate than before. My hands move from his face round to his neck and his arms Slide Over my ass and onto my thighs supporting me by holding my ass and squeezing it every now and the as he easily lifts me up. I hear my bedroom door open and we both disconnect the kiss and he puts me back down on the floor.

“Oh sorry” his friend Ryan quickly apologises “kind of have to go or they are going to kick us out don vitos trying to touch all the bunnies”

“Yep I’ll be right there”bam tells Ryan before he leaves the room. I lock eyes and can’t contain my laugh as I see my lip stick has transferred to his a bit. As it dies down i reach onto my bedside table and grab my pink sparkly pen before rolling up his sleeve and writing my number down and a big heart next to it.

“Call me I’ve got to see your room sometimes remember”

“Oh I definitely will”

First try at writing I would love feedback

Liv

[friendshapedplant]

[ID: Digital art of Zero and Nightmare from Kirby, drawn as humanized chibis.

Zero is a black man with symmetrical vitiligo on his face, a single eye with red sclera and a darker red iris, and short coiled hair. He wears a white hooded robe with an asymmetrical length and long sleeves that hide his hands, the sleeves, hood, closure lined with red and three red slit designs on the torso. He wears loose white pants and no shoes.

Nightmare is a skeletal blue man with pointed ears, sharp teeth, pointed cheeks and chin, and shoulder length curly hair. He wears cat eye shades with spots for stars in the lenses, long golden horns, and a thin gold headress with three red gems in the center of his head. He has double layered blue pauldrons on either shoulder, a purple cape with pale gold stars, held together my a gold chain with a red gem, sparkly purple button up shirt, deep purple pants, and purple shoes.

Nightmare leans into Zero, who is on the left, hand behind his shoulder. Zero has his left hand on his hip and looks to the left, pouting and furrowing his brow. The background is grey. /End ID.]

Shoutout to these toxic as hell husbands someone please stop them from taking over the universe together and promptly fighting each other for it. For everyones sake!

I don't think I've ever posted either my Nightmare design or my Zero redesign, so here they are now :3 Love these guys they're the fucking worst.

(Separate portraits under the cut!)

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 3! prompt: Glittery Mishap

warnings: swearing, bullying

Furrowing my eyebrows, I watched Sirius and Remus lugging a large package through the common room. I followed them and wandered through the halls.

“Oi! You two! What are you doing with that box?” I called out as I saw them nearing the Great Hall. Sirius jumped and nearly dropped the box but Remus was quicker. He managed to catch and balance it before it hit the floor.

“This?” Sirius asked, trying his best to be innocent. The glittering light in his eyes told me different. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“It’s for Severus isn’t it?” I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. “When are you assholes going to learn?” Sirius started to laugh while Remus at least had the decency to look ashamed.

“Wait until he opens it to find out.” Sirius teased while Remus nodded in the background.

“Sirius Black! How could you?” I cried out, pointed behind him at Remus.

“Moony! How could you?” Remus looked more ashamed as Sirius turned on him. It lasted a moment before he shook himself off and continued into the Great Hall. Sighing, I followed them as they made their way to the Slytherin table. “Hey can you lot make sure Snape gets this?” One of the younger Slytherins nodded, looking up at Sirius with a mixture of fear and resentment.

“I’ll make sure he gets it.” I grumbled out as I slide into the seat in front of the box. “And he won’t be opening it here. Knowing you assholes it won’t be good.” Sirius rolled his eyes but walked away anyway. Shaking my head, I waited. Severus walked in ten minutes later. His steps faltered when he saw me sitting in his usual spot.

“(Y/N).” He acknowledged. Taking the seat next to me, he lowered his voice. “What are you doing over here? You know if malfoy catches you over here again…” he broke off, leaving the threat that had been made hang in the air.

“I know. But this,” I gently hit the box, not knowing what was in it to begin with. “Is from the marauders.” The blood drained from Severus’ face, making him more pale than usual. I picked up the box and stood up. “I know you just got here but…” Severus nodded and we headed out of the room. I wrapped my robes around me tighter as I lead him outside to the Quidditch pitch.

“Why here?” He asked looking around. I smiled gently at him.

“one it’s away from prying eyes. Two they won’t think to look for you here. Three,” I put the box down in the middle of the pitch and took his hand. I led him to the other end and pulled out my wand. “Wingardium leviosa.” Severus and I watched as the lid of the box lifted into the air and the box exploded. Glitter flew everywhere, some even landing inches from where we were standing. “Aren’t you glad I made you come out here now?” I muttered as we started towards the box.

“Obviously.” Severus intoned. I rolled my eyes as we both hesitantly looked into the box. It gave a final burst of glitter, which landed directly in our faces. “What the fuck (Y/N)?” Severus laughed. I angrily wiped at my face, making the glitter continue to fall into my robes. “How are we going to clean up now?”

“Forget cleaning up. I’m going to kill those assholes. Screw it if I’m as sparkly as a disco ball.” I turned to start my way back to the castle. Severus reached out and grabbed my hand.

“Leave it. You don’t need to stick up for me.” He said. I shook my head, opening my mouth to argue. Severus smiled at me and squeezed my hand. “We’ll get them later. I’ll scourgify our robes but you might want to take them off first. We can deal with our faces in a bit.” I nodded and led him into the Gryffindor changing room. We took our robes off and Severus cast the spell. I filled the basin and we scrubbed our faces until we got most of the glitter off.

“Better.” I smiled at him and hesitantly reached out to brush some of his hair back. “You still have some glitter in your hair but a proper shower should fix that.” Severus and I froze, his expression turning from content to panic in a second. I looked up and scoffed. “Damn madame hooch.” I muttered as I pointed up.

“Mistletoe.” Severus breathed out in relief. “We can’t move until we…” I nodded.

“Exactly.” Laughing, Severus leaned in and kissed me. I slide my fingers further into his hair as he tugged me closer by the waist. The spell broke but we didn’t. Finally, we pulled away and i sheepishly smiled at me. “Uh you wanted to know why I stick up for you.” Severus chuckled and leaned in to kiss my cheek.

“I think I get it now.” He smiled as he pulled me in for another kiss. “I’m glad that glitter bomb went off.” I laughed and wrapped my arms around him.

“I am too. But I won’t tell them that.”

[rewritingcanon]

headcanon that all the potter kids have fucking crazy animagus forms. Thestral, basilisk, the works. lily is probably a dementor lol. She prolly wears a bright sparkly pink robe when she’s just doing her floaty diva thing. Harry is prolly a basilisk too but he’s big and old and has a mustache and it’s another thing he and Albus have in common and Al hates it lmao.

scorp is prolly something cute like a baby phoenix lmao

“wears a pink sparkly robe when shes doing her floaty diva thing” 😭😭😭 these are all genuinely so creative and so extra i cant believe i’ve never heard of animagus forms like these before! i always assumed it had to be a boring ass cat or something but this is so much better. and albus being a basilisk and scorp being a phoenix matches really well <3