#the base was straight up the base for my goth makeup

[ghost-106]

you know the makeup is good when your face id doesn’t work

[cherryredstars]

Oh my stars helllooo!!! I LOVE LOVE LOOVVEEE all of your Miguel work and I was wondering if you could do some punk!reader one shots??

I always come across super cute Miguel one shots, but it gets kinda hard to imagine myself as such a soft girly reader when I’m always so opposite ya know??

It doesn’t have to be anything specific, it could be smut or not but it the reader was able to be more alternative and like punk/goth?

Stuff like face piercings, colored hair, scary or like more elaborate makeup with big eyeliner, or like a reader that gets in a lot of fights and people are more like afraid of ya know? Just something that’s a little more alternative.

I’m sorry if this is such a weird and big ask!! I’d really appreciate it if you have the time!! I hope your 2024 is good so far and have a good dayyyy!!!!!

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Punk!fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing

A/N: Today is all for you, love!!!

Not Edited :(

You are going to break this mirror.

You glare into your reflection, then cursing as it smudges your still-wet eyeliner. You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes in a futile attempt to calm your raging nerves. You smile slightly, opening your eyes and leaning towards the bathroom mirror again. Your lips thin in concentration as your frustratingly shaky hand comes to your eyelid, liquid eyeliner in your grasp.

As you press the tip to where you left off, Miguel walks into the bathroom. He means no harm when he walks in to wrap his arms around you, but him trying to scoot in between you and the door causes him to bump against your body. You gasp as your body jolts, your hand jerking up with the movement. Your mouth gapes as you stare into your reflection, a wobbly line of black eyeliner trailing from your eyelid and past your eyebrow piercing. The line goes straight into the hairline near your temple, ruining your perfect base.

You drop the eyeliner into the sink, your hands opening. Your nostrils flare as you look into your reflection, your hands making a claw-like shape as you imagine strangling the man behind you. The look of frustration disappears scarily fast. A sickly sweet smile appears on your face as you look at Miguel's reflection. You tilt your head to the side, blinking rapidly as your hands clap together. The loud noise fills the bathroom and Miguel rubs the back of his neck in guilt.

He gulps, meeting your eyes through the mirror, "Sorry."

"Miguel," You breath out, turning to him slowly with your tight-lipped smile.

"Yes?" He replies meekly, already knowing what's to come.

"Get out!" You burst, moving to push him out the door.

He grunts from your pure strength, moving backwards before grabbing the frame of the door to stop you from shoving him out completely. You huff as he doesn't move, his knuckles white from his grip. You cross your arms, cheeks puffing up in anger. You have nasty glare on your face, and Miguel second guesses himself.

"What?" You ask, your tone is all business.

"I-" Miguel starts as you raise your pierced brow, "I'm sorry. Let me help you. You've been in here for like, 30 minutes."

Your body relaxes for a second, thinking it over. Your tongue flicks over your snake bites before you sigh. You walk over to the toilet, putting the seat down before sitting on it. You reach over to the sink, leaning over it and grabbing your eyeliner and a makeup wipe. You hold both out to Miguel, a displeased look on your face.

Miguel smiles slightly to himself, walking over and grabbing the two items. His hand comes to your chin, tilting your face up. He has a look of concentration on his face as he gently wipes away the line of eyeliner. You stare into his face, a teasing glare on your face that he chuckles at.

"It's supposed to look like the other one, right?" He whispers, the outer palm of his hand resting against your cheek as he hovers the eyeliner over your eyelid.

You're about to nod, but with the eyeliner so close to your face you stop yourself. "Yup. Don't ruin it."

Miguel's lips thin as he twists his hand, and you close your eyes. You keep them relaxed, trying to not move your eye too much behind the lid. Miguel hesitates before he commits, attempting to draw the line at the same angle and ending it at the same place. You can feel the wet brush glide against your skin, and your eyes open the moment the sensation goes away.

Miguel is leaning back, his hand still on your chin as he looks between the other wing and the line he made. He nods to himself in accomplishment, leaning towards your face again. You close your eyes again, and the feeling of the brush against your lid comes back soon after. It glides back down, meeting the already dried part that is covering the majority of your eyelid closest to your lashes. Miguel leans back again, and you open your eyes. Miguel scolds you, telling you to close your eyes. You do so quickly, just for Miguel to change his mind and tell you to open them again.

You give him an unamused look as his eyes skip to one of your eyes to the other. He sucks on his cheek, before nodding and moving back towards your face. You close your eyes one last time as Miguel fills in the large wing, waiting a few more seconds even after he's pulled away to make sure it dries a bit so it doesn't transfer anywhere it shouldn't be.

"Is it okay?" Miguel asks when you finally open your eyes.

You push yourself off of the toilet, moving past Miguel to go to the mirror. You lean into your reflection, tilting your head side to side to study each wing. You hum in surprise. He actually did a good job. You smile slightly at your reflection, the frustration of not being able to complete the second wing finally dissipating.

"Yeah." You say softly, "You did really good big guy."

You can practically feel Miguel beaming behind you, his chest puffed out in pride. You laugh, turning to him and beckoning him towards you. He comes quickly, and you cup his cheek to lower his face so you can kiss his cheek. His eyes close happily, a smile on his face as you pull away. You huff out in amusement as the dark color of your lipstick stains his cheek. You grab the makeup wipe he used and rub at the mark.

"Next time you make me mess up my makeup," You say as you clean his face, "I'll kill you."

___________________

Well, this isn't fun anymore.

You sigh as you toe at a pebble on the street. The curb is uncomfortable under your ass, but you sit and wait patiently. The night chill doesn't really bother you anymore, but you know your face is flushed from the wind. You lean forward, your elbow resting against your knee as you rest your chin on your palm. The bent position of your hand makes your bruised knuckles ache slightly, but you kinda like the pain so you ignore it. You can wear footsteps, but you don't look up as the person stops behind you.

"I was only in the bathroom for a minute. How did you get into a fight?" A familiar voice asks you.

You shrug like a little kid getting reprimanded on the playground, continuing to play with the pebble. Miguel sighs, and you can already picture him running his fingers through his hair. Miguel shuffles before he sits besides you, and you lean your head against his bicep. His hand comes up gently, taking yours. His fingers brush over your bruised knuckles, and you scrunch your face up at the sore feeling. Miguel sighs once again.

"He was being an asshole." You mumble after a moment of silence, pulling your hand away from him. "He said he wanted a piece of me, so I gave him some. Handsy fucker."

Miguel's lips thin, trying not to chuckle. He shakes his head, leaning back on his hands as he looks up at the dark sky. You keep your head on his shoulder, playing with your lip rings. Silence envelopes the two of you, and Miguel's large hand cradles the side of your head.

"He had a nasty fucking nose bleed. Think you broke his nose or something." He comments suddenly, his eyes darting down to you.

You shrug again, eyes downcast. "Deserved it."

Miguel finally lets out a chuckle, sitting up again and pressing a kiss to your hair.

"Large fucker, too. Did a number on him."

You perk up, sensing the underlining tones of praise in his statement. You smile, turning your head at him as you nod excitedly.

"I know right! I got him really good!"

Miguel smiles at you, tilting his head to the side as he moves some hair out of your face. "Yeah, you did. Good job, baby."

You smile at his praise, pride surging through your body. You tilt your chin up, self-satisfaction radiating off of you. Miguel shakes his head in amusement, pushing himself off of the pavement and into a standing position. He dusts the back of his pants off, holding his other hand out for you. You reach out, a loud slap filling the silent night as your hands clap together and he hauls you up. You dust your pants off with one of your hands as Miguel holds on gently to your bruised one. Once you're ready to go, Miguel loops his arm over your shoulders, pulling you to his side as he begins to walk down the street. You're thankful for the warmth, not realizing how much the cold really was getting to you.

"Sorry, for ruining date night." You say as the two of you walk, looking up at his face.

His eyes dart to your face, a lazy smile on his face. "It's okay, I wasn't really in the mood to go to a bar anyways."

You smile slightly, looking forward again, but quickly looking back up when Miguel starts talking again.

"But, if you really want to make it up to me," He teases, "you can let me help you redye your hair when we get home. Oh, and put some frozen peas on that hand."

Part 2

He secretly loves when you get into fights so he can baby you after.

[astarion-my-beloved]

got any bg3 mods?

First off: highly recommend downloading the BG3 mod manager if you're not downloading mods directly from the game. I download 90% of my mods from Nexus, plus a few from the in-game mod manager.

Secondly, a few of these will require a script extender, which you can download using the link.

Outfits/Gear

Better starting gear for Lae'zel

Better Raphael outfits

Origin equipment replacer

Citizen outfits as camp clothing

Assassin outfit (one of the hottest outfits imo. I use it all the time)

Astarion's gear - ALSO something I use constantly. Provides you not only with multiple custom made outfits tailored to his strengths, but with two enchanted daggers and two handbows, plus some gorgeous looking camp outfits. Makes him very unlikely to fail at unlocking a chest.

Character creation

17 new heads - Available to tieflings, humans and elves.

Strong femme heads - Adds two new head presets for body 3. Works for Elves, half-elves, drows, humans and tieflings.

Yves hair gallery - Available to every race. One of the more diverse ones out there.

Tepkunset hair collection - Gives you some gorgeous new hairstyles to experiment with. I like that there's a lot of done-up ones, rather than just untied.

Faces and hairstyles compilations - Gives you the faces of many beloved characters from the game.

Tav's hair salon - Pairs mostly with human/elf/half-elf/drow/tiefling, body 1 and 2, plus 2 hairstyles for gith, body 1.

Feywild heads and antlers for elves - Gives you six new heads and three antler options for body 1 and 2. There's also a file that gives you 15 more tattoo options, but that requires the More Tattoos and Makeup mod.

Animation replacers/add-ons

Cozier sleeping times - Changes the positions of characters while they sleep. Recommended for those who are looking for cute photography opportunities.

Better Disguise Self - Allows you to "disguise" yourself into 132 different characters from the game.

Hugs - Allows you to hug most characters in-game.

Kisses - Lets you use each companions' unique kisses with others.

BG3SX - Gives you custom sex animations and framework. Not limited to characters with certain genitalia, so go wild.

Realistic erections - Pairs well with the BG3SX above.

Softer animations and beards - What it says on the tin. Hasn't been updated since June of 2024, so don't expect it to work perfectly.

Appearance Edit Enhanced - Lets you change the appearance of origin characters. MUST have the optional file downloaded (Appearance edit origins) for you to save changes made to said characters.

Mama K's dance - gives you two teddy bears that let the person who's holding it do Karlach's little dance.

Psychotter's goth dye - Dark and light metal versions available (I use them almost solely because it has a proper black colour)

Copper

Gameplay benefits

Already Inspected - Chest remains opened after you inspect it.

Party Limit Begone - Allows up to 16 companions into the group, and 8 multiplayers.

Tutorial Chest Summoning - Use a spell or potion to summon the "tutorial chest", which lets you see all your mod-added items.

Weightless gold - Gold no longer weighs anything. Download it straight from the BG3 mod manager in-game by tying it into the search bar.

Easy Pickpocket and steal - Removes specific crimes from the game, allowing you to easily be a nuisance without getting into trouble.

Waypoints unlocked - Unlocks all waypoints from act I through to act III

Dice

Dark urge (Path Of Nightmares)

Origin Characters - Die based off the origin characters

Prism dice - 5 new die.

Misc

Replayable romance scenes - Allows you to replay romance scenes through a spell.

Tav gets a tent!

No more required sex scenes - uses a script extender to skip the sex scenes without ruining the story, for anyone who doesn't enjoy it.

Hopefully all these work... have fun

[ragingbullmode]

I'm a baby goth who really wants to get better at makeup and more specifically eyeliner similar to what you do. Do you have any products or tips you reccomend for getting started? I try to look up advice online but it's overwhelming and it's kinda embarrassing to ask for advice irl.. ty in advance if you decide to answer this.

hi !! idk how good my advice will be but ill do my best to answer as well as i can !

as a heads up i freehand everything but i have seen people use the tape method to keep their liner/eyeshadow straight (which is just putting a piece of scotchtape on the side of ur eye where u plan to have a straight area of liner)

i found using water activated liner helped me a Lot when i started doing more graphic looks at the end of last year (since its water activated u can easily just wipe it off with a makeup wipe or wet tissue) but there is a difference in feel when applying it compared to using a liner pen (to me at least) ie the brush length makes it easier for me to do the smaller details as it gives me more control, but once i got a good feel for doing stuff like that it made using the pen easier. water activated is also much better if u plan on more colorful looks; liner pens do come in colors but they dont pop as well or as bright as the water liners.

as for making ur liner symmetrical… not sure how to give the best advice for that 🤔 the way i do it is ill line out one eye with the outline of what i want to do & try to match the other eye best i can. i have shakey hands but ive found planting my elbow on my desk table & my lining hand on my cheek really helps to stabilize myself so my lines come out straight. to straighten out my lines (like if i made one side to thick) ill just wipe a smidge of it with a wet cotton pad with water liners, but when i use a liner thats waterproof i use micellar water or a make up wipe to fix it.

as for my lids i use a mehron skin prep toner (its the only product ive found that works for my Very oily lids, but its definitely not for everyone… stings like SHIT if its in ur eye especially since i am… not supposed to use it for what i have been 😬. adding that bc if i do t use it sometimes the oil will denature the liner & smear it all over my lids lol. on top of that i put foundation & whatever eyeshadow i want on top of that when the foundation is dry enough it wont smear. putting liner over whatever u layered on ur lids is a commitment & a little hard to fix if u want to put the liner on in 1 go which is why i recommend practice & playing around !!

dont be scared about it not looking nice at that start, just start with something simple to get that feel for it so u can work up to what u want 👍

as for products, i got my water inks from bymelolops (latina owned, based in puerto rico !) i bought this liner brush (and a few water inks as well) from gavissi. my eyeshadow is mostly sugarpill (i only buy when its on sale, its a little pricey but worth it) but if ur on more of a budget colourpop has good options. as for liner pens, ive been using the last of my nyx liner, but am looking for a good alternative (loreal supports isr*el) so im unfortunately not much help here as im Also on the look out 😮‍💨

i definitely suggest getting some cheap stuff to play around with !! many places like sephora & ulta also sell small sample sizes of liners so u can get one of those to try out before u commit to something. a lot of what i started with years ago came from the dollar store bc that was all i could afford at the time lolll

[hearth-and-veil]

Intuition

Have you ever seen those "intuition test" videos on IG and TikTok, the ones where you have to guess the color/object/whatever that they're hiding? Did you know that those tests have absolutely nothing to do with intuition?

Intuition =/= guessing. If you have no information, no possible way to deduce the answer, that is guesswork.

Intuition is the ability to subconsciously and quickly apply your experiences to the situation at hand and make a logical conclusion based off that judgement.

If a random stranger comes up to you and says "guess what color shirt I just bought" and you blurt out an answer based on nothing, that's a guess. But if that says "guess what color shirt I just bought" and one look at him says "Goth!" you will intuitively say black. No thought needed.

The thing with intuition is that all of this occurs faster than your conscious mind can process. It's rapid pattern reading, even when you don't know those patterns are there.

Some ways intuition manifests:

Deja Vu - you've seen this before, and react based on that.

Gut feelings - if you have a strongly negative feeling about somebody, they're exhibiting behaviors that have been harmful to you before, or that your social training is against. For example, if someone's smile doesn't reach their eyes, we are trained to view that as a fake smile, which will set off alarm bells.

Vibes - vibes and gut feelings are literally the same thing. If someone is upbeat and laughing, they'll give off positive vibes, because we have positive associations with laughter.

Finishing someone's sentence - whether out loud or in your head, if you know the person or topic well, you can finish their sentence before they do. My husband and I do this to each other all the time. We can have entire conversations where only one of us speaks, because that one can answer for the other. It's uncanny.

Fear of clowns/masks/makeup/etc - fear/distrust of clowns and masks is a deep seated evolutionary response. We base so, so much of our ability to communicate on seeing someone's face, so not seeing someone's face at all, or not seeing their true face, can trigger distrust. Some people even feel that way about drag personae, Santa Claus, goths, kabuki makeup, etc. It's one of the reasons so many historical cultures have used war paint!

Uncanny Valley - Similar to the fear of covered faces, seeing something kinda human but not quite triggers an intuitive distrust. ther UV reactions from them. I want to do a research paper.) I, for one, am terrified of those humanoid AI robots. They look too much like people but they act like a computer.

Gaydar - gaydar is definitely a type of intuition, but I understand how straight people develop it. For those in the know, it's just more pattern recognition.

Neuro-dar - similar to gaydar, neurodivergents can almost always find each other because we can read behind the mask, since we experience a lot of the same things.

How do you improve intuition? Sadly, there's only two ways: know shit and experience life. As an average American, even without ever having walked down a strange dark alley alone at 0200 , if you were to do that, your intuition would take over to warn you of danger and make you hyperaware of other danger-cues...even ones you didn't know you knew. We know this from implicit and explicit teaching within our society. But would your average man from Denmark feel the same way? Probably not, because that -plicit teaching wouldn't be there.

Similarly, experiencing life brings intuition. For some, it comes too young. Children from abusive households are very intuitive. A teenager with a healthy childhood is as dense as a pound cake. Living through situations will hone your intuition and make it sharper.

Intuitive life isn't about a guessing game.

[mollytatlisu]

Trend Shoot 1 Planning

Before carrying out my first trend shoot, I am going to plan everything out to ensure I am prepared.

Because of my earlier research on gothic architecture, it was easy for me to sus out locations near me that would be suitable for the shoot, with the one that stuck out to me being Pidgeon park in Birmingham. The park also has a cathedral reminiscent of gothic architecture, which i knew could make a good background for the images. Using a map I marked out different areas that I could use so that I could also start planning poses.

Model 1 - Izzy

For this shoot I am planning on using 2 models, the first one being Izzy who is around 5 ft 7 with a platinum blonde bob. For this shoot she is going to be wearing a mid length, high waisted, layered lace skirt, that has a corset style waist which fastens with a pink ribbon. On top she will be wearing a lacey black bralette that tucks into the skirt, creating the illusion of a dress. Layered on top of the bralette but tucked into the skirt will be a puffy organza dress, serving as the top half of the dress I have constructed using the other pieces. The idea for this type of the styling spurred from Izzy Lewin, taking inspiration from her sense of layering, which will be complimented by a cuffed neck and sleeves on the organza dress, emulating her ostentatious looks. To accessorise I am adding either a 2 or 3 tiered pearl necklace reflecting the elegancy I am aiming to convey, black nails, some ornate rings and some white frilled socks paired with black suede platform shoes. She will also be wearing a pair of dainty black cross earrings with one hanging lower than the other, to add a sense of imperfection and ensure the look isn’t perceived as formal. In terms of makeup I wanted it to have subtle gothic traits such as exagerated eyeliner but paired with pinky eyeshadows that soften it. Aswell as this I want to whiten her face slightly with low coverage white face paint to try and achieve the level of drama achieved by Kitty Cowell on her ASBO cover. Overall I think the look will be very feminine and elegant yet gothic.

Model 2 - Sean

My second model Sean is just slightly taller than Izzy, and has short, curly, black hair. I thought as I am almost trying to create a muted goth aesthetic, his short black hair would be perfect to emulate the trad goth hairstyle in a more subtle way, taking inspiration from icons such as Siouxsie Sioux. I will hopefully achieve this first by straightening his hair, and then hair-spraying it upwards to create a Mohawk. Sean is going to be wearing a long black straight skirt that is mesh from the knees downwards, a tight black lace long sleeve shirt that will be underneath a dark mesh floral long sleeve top, again taking inspiration from Izzy Lewins meticulous layering. The top has muted pink tones in it aswell as flap detailing on the front, which when blown in the wind is almost reminiscent of a cape that a gothic fictional character might wear, Dracula for example. For makeup I wanted something dramatic yet traditional so a black lip is a definite, hopefully paired with dramatic black eyeliner, but sean has very hooded eyes so it may not be effective. The high neck on Sean’s shirt is deterring me from adding any jewellery, but that will be easier to determine when I see the clothes on him.

I built both of these looks based on the trend I have forecasted, trying to depict it as accurately as possible.

On The Day…

The most positive part of the shoot was both looks panned out exactly as I expected, with the things I was most concerned about such as Seans hair & make up going well. However, what I didn’t expect was how far I veered away from the time plan, I completely underestimated how long styling both models would take. I wanted to begin shooting by 1 o clock because that was when the weather conditions were prime, but in reality we didn’t begin till 3, and the weather was not helpful. The sun kept going in and out of the clouds by the minute, which made it very difficult to get the correct exposure for the images. Because lots of the images had grass in the background when the sun came out it gave the photos a horrible yellow tinge that clashed with the aesthetic completely. Aswell as this, although I considered the location I didn’t consider WHERE the location was located. Pidgeon park is in the centre of many streets of shops, which not only meant it was nearly impossible to not have modern looking restaurants such as the Ivy in the background but lots of people use it as a shortcut to get to other places, making it very busy and difficult to get good shots. This means that for my second shoot, I am going to have to find a quieter location, and also give myself much more time to style the models, with spare time incase anything goes wrong.

[saintapoptosis]

Dark Entries: A Goth Music Overview

The tags on that aux cord post are really grinding my gears on this Monday evening so I’m making it my responsibility to educate people on this site as to what goth music actually is. I know this is going to get on some people’s nerves and generate some discourse because the “what is goth?” debate never seems to end, but at the end of the day I’m just some stranger on the internet who’s not even old enough to be in most goth clubs in my country. This is just my interpretation and explanation of it all for the curious. 

The long and short of it is that goth is a music based subculture. there’s no requirement to being goth other than listening to the music- which seems to be what’s confusing a surprisingly high people on this site. i’m not going to judge you for calling mother mother or my chemical romance goth up until this point. the subculture is largely underground and obscure by nature. Popular legend has it that the goth scene was born in 1979 when British rock band Bauhaus released the nine-minute long single Bela Lugosi’s Dead, but if you ask me that oversimplifies how it all started and isn’t even their best classic goth song. Goth is better understood as a progression from the punk explosion of the late 70s to what came after: the aptly named post-punk genre and beyond. Goth wasn’t the only genre that came from post-punk- new wave, shoegaze, and most alternative rock as we know it did too! Post-punk (British post-punk specifically) was and continues to be a lot of things compared to punk: noisier, faster, slower, stripped-down, more “intellectual”, weirder, and more emotional than early punk rock (the early British goth scene was also heavily linked to one particular club in London called the Batcave which just makes sense). Bands like Joy Division, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus, the Cure and the Sisters of Mercy also brought a dark, gloomy feel to the experimental do-it-yourself attitude of post-punk and are widely considered to be the founding gothic rock bands. Groups like Xmal Deutschland, Clan of Xymox, Sex Gang Children, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, and Pink Turns Blue are also hugely important to understanding the sound of the early scene (as well as the look) but didn’t achieve the same mainstream success.

But to make matters more complicated, there’s more than one goth “genre” because none of this is simple and no one agrees on this stuff in the scene. The usual laundry list of “goth” genres is as follows: gothic/goth rock, post-punk (widely contested ), darkwave, ethereal wave, deathrock, coldwave, and sometimes industrial. Angela Benedict explains it well in this video. Deathrock in particular is interesting because it was basically the “American version” of goth music and subculture for a long time and is widely called “too punk for goth and too goth for punk”. Darkwave and industrial are products of the scene getting its start in the early 80s when synthesizers became commercially available. Whether or not industrial in particular counts as “goth” or not is one of the quickest ways to start a fight among goths and also because nobody seems to be able to agree on what’s “real” industrial music. Metal isn’t widely considered to be goth music proper but I have yet to meet a goth who doesn’t like at least a little bit of metal. Historically that crossover didn’t really happen until metal started getting more creative as well (after all, the 80s were the golden age of fratty hair metal and toxic masculinity and neither of those things mesh well with goth style and sensibilities). 

Now that I’m done rambling about the early history of the goth scene, here’s some short answers to the inevitable goth faqs:

Isn’t goth also about aesthetic and fashion?

Yes, but they can’t be fully separated from the music and community. The music generally inspires the fashion and we really like copying the outfits, hair, and makeup of musicians. Goths don’t own in dressing in all black and there’s plenty of goths out there who don’t “dress like it” (including myself and MANY goth and post-punk musicians).

Are you all satanists/pagans/witches? Are you all kinky?

More often than the average person but it’s more a consequence of being in a counterculture community than anything else. Goth and alternative women aren’t your fetish or your future “big titty goth gf”. We just like a certain style of music and just happen to dress weirdly sometimes.

Why don’t more people know that goth is about music?

Goth music generally doesn’t sell well because so much of it is too abrasive or weird and most artists are pretty far underground. Goth musicians also had a habit of denying involvement with “the goth scene” early on and goths, punks, metalheads, and emos are generally lumped together in mainstream media. Gothic fashion is much easier to rip off and sell than the subculture itself is. You (and more likely than not) your parents have probably heard and enjoyed semi-“goth” music before if you like Depeche Mode or The Cure.

How do I get into the goth subculture? 

Listen to the music. Spotify’s Dark and Gothic playlist is surprisingly good and I’m partial to this massive Spotify user-created playlist of old and new bands and this mix on Youtube with lesser-known bangers. Goth music varies widely but a fuckton of it is made to be danced to because we hang out in clubs a lot of the time. The map below isn’t quite accurate but may be able to help you find your local community be it a club or a nonprofit organization! It’s fine to be confused and it’s perfectly alright to ease into it slowly without worrying about how to dress. 

Where’s Your Goth At? A Worldwide Map of Goth Clubs and Events

Why do you guys like vampires so much?

They represent the pain and suffering of the human experience in a way that humans don’t plus Anne Rice’s Interview With the Vampire came out in the 80s and Bauhaus and David Bowie were in a movie about vampires. They also just straight up look cool.

More resources:

Before Bauhaus: How Goth Became Goth - a history of the dark music that paved the way for the scene. this channel has a couple more goth history videos.

Poseurs, Elitists, and Goth - a good explanation for why listening to goth music matters as well as why being a hardass about listening to the “right” goth music sucks. also very entertaining and made by @cadaverkelly who’s posted a TON of goth music on this site and has an entire channel dedicated to the subculture. 

The Music of the Goth Subculture: Postmodernism and Aesthetics - an academic paper for nerds like me to parse through that has a ton of context and analysis on the goth movement and its origins.

[musclesandhammering]

Non-Controversial Loki Headcanons for These Trying Times

1.) Loki has had dozens of Midgard-based aliases over the years, for no other reason than the fact that he was bored and it was funny. DB Cooper was one of them. Hank Williams was another. He may or may not have even pretended to be a vampire at some point.

2.) Loki can definitely sing. Not just in a funny ironic way, but like.. he actually enjoys singing. It shouldn’t even come as a surprise considering he’s such a fine arts nerd, but yeah. He plays the guitar too. Surprisingly folksy.

3.) Loki’s rooms in Asgard literally look like a witch’s lair. I mean straight up spooky. All dark earth tones, spellbooks strewn everywhere, runes drawn on the walls to keep certain big brothers from messing with things they have no business messing with, vials of poisonous stuff sitting on every available surface, shelves full of strange little trinkets and talismans, a dramatic ass medieval-looking bed, a whole ass cauldron… and then in the corner on a stand there’s his Hank Williams Guitar aasdfghhjkl-

4.) When people call Loki a witch, they’re not joking. He’s. Like. An actual stereotypical, like.. witch. He doesn’t just do finger wavy magic- he mixes potions, he does rune work, he recites spells, he has a cauldron.

5.) He also used to dress super witchy. Used to. Past tense. I’m talking black nail polish, lots of necklaces, rings, eyes makeup (ok maybe I wouldn’t go that far, but Loki in eyeliner would be pretty hot, right?), clothes that were like.. 15% scarier yet more fashionable than the ones he wears in canon. The only reason he toned it down was because someone whose opinion he cared about (it was Thor) made a joking comment about his appearance looking “wicked” or “evil” and it made him feel self conscious, so he changed how he dressed. :(

6.) He was rocking the whole short hair look years before Thor in Ragnarok. In fact, by pre-canon Loki’s standards, his hair in Thor 1 was even a bit too long. He did this because a.) he hates how his natural curls soften him and will do anything to get rid of them and b.) in Asgard short hair wasn’t really worn by noblemen because it symbolised servitude, so this was Loki’s subtle way of being defiant and deviating from the norm.

7.) As Frigga said in Endgame, Loki is very good at sneaking. Even when he’s not trying to. There have been many-an-accident in the Palace of Asgard because he unintentionally almost gave Thor a heart attack.

8.) Loki and Thor weren’t always at each other’s throats. They actually got along pretty well up until Odin started planning for the coronation. Loki was still jealous of the way Thor was treated compared to the way he was treated, but he knew that wasn’t Thor’s fault- not really. And Thor was still arrogant and entitled, but that was mostly directed at other people and not his own family, so while Loki knew about Thor’s character flaws, it didn’t really effect him personally. When the planning started, though, Thor gradually became even more superior and insufferable than normal, and Loki became even more bitter and unsettled, and their relationship just kind of went downhill from there.

9.) Loki absolutely joined the Mile High Club with that flight attendant from the first episode of the show. Her name was Florence and she was adorable, Loki thought so too.

10.) Loki’s the only person on Asgard who can beat Volstagg at an eating competition. He has a giant’s metabolism, after all. And, contrary to his elegant and refined tastes in most other areas, he’s actually a straight-up carnivore. I mean he eats other foods too, obviously, but meats are by far his favourites. Boar, fish, poultry, steak. Just meats. He doesn’t know it, but this is because frost giants are mostly carnivorous.

11.) His relationship with the Warriors 4 was always split down the middle. He and Sif always hated each other. Hogun never trusted him and Loki never had any interest in spending time with Hogun. Fandral and Volstagg, on the other hand, were always much nicer and Loki always sort of considered them his friends as well as Thor’s. This is why they were more reluctant to believe that he’d let the frost giants in in Thor 1.

12.) I refuse to believe Loki doesn’t have at least one tattoo somewhere. Probably more. Probably of a snake. The only parts of his body we didn’t see naked in Episode 1 were his thighs, lower back, knee area, pelvic region, and the back of his neck. So it’s gotta be in one of those places. (Might I suggest: snake thigh tattoo, tiny nape tat, goth tramp stamp lol, rune tat behind his ear, Norse mythos leg tat, badass above-dick tattoo).

13.) Loki’s prickly and insecure and has layers like an onion, but once you get to the point of actually being friends with him, he’s a total sweetheart. I mean a literal smol dork. A bit hyperactive and excitable, but still very very soft. It’s because he’s had so few actual friends in his life.

14.) Sometimes Loki only goes a few days before his gender changes, sometimes he stays one gender for years at a time. And he tends to shapeshift his body to match. That being said, one of his biggest pet peeves is how his other-gendered clothes get all dusty and musty when they have to stay in the closet for long stretches of time. So he’s taken to wearing luxurious gowns around the house when he’s in his male form. You know, just to air them out.

15.) Loki hates sleeping with people. Sex is fine, but he’s just so solitary and paranoid that he’s never been comfortable sleeping in a bed with another person. This may or may not have gotten him in trouble a few times when his partners woke up and found him gone lol.

16.) Laufey is actually incredibly similar to Loki, the way Odin is very similar to Thor. He prefers smaller blades (ice daggers), he’s very analytical and calculating, he’s very calm and non-confrontational even when he’s in a stressful situation, and tbh he seems like a better king than Odin- much like Loki probably would’ve been a better kind than Thor. (Whoopsie this one’s a bit controversial)

17.) Loki adores animals! …But he’s also a bit obsessive about keeping his environment clean. Not organised, per se, just clean. And animals tend to be hairy and slobbery and feathery and slimy and poopy and dirty, so he’s never been able to have a pet. He just takes a lot of nature walks to compensate :)

18.) All jotuns are naturally intersex, including Loki. This is a bit unusual for Asgardians, but because Loki is genderfluid and a natural-born shapeshifter- and has always had a tendency to change his body parts around as his gender changes (male, female, both, neither)- he’s never had a reason to find it very odd. In hindsight, that was one of the many eccentricities that should have made him realise something was a little fishy with his “asgardian” genetics.

19.) The snake + stabbing story from Ragnarok was nowhere near as nefarious as Thor made it seem. What actually happened was: Someone accidentally mixed a real knife in with the blunted practice knives. Thor and Loki didn’t know this, of course, and when they were playing a battle game, Loki ended up with the real knife. When Loki “won” and went to “vanquish his enemy” he ended up actually stabbing Thor for real. They were both hysterical and it took longer to calm Loki down than his brother. It ended up just being a flesh wound, though, so everything turned out fine.

20.) A lot of people think Loki discovered his “secret passageways between worlds” from TDW through some sort of inter-realm questing or magical study or something, but in reality, he discovered them when he was like 16 and desperately trying to find a way to sneak out of Asgard without Heimdall telling his parents.

Tagging @natures-marvel & @little-s-creampuff for expressing interest. Thx for listening to my mad ravings lmao <3

[thedevildomdaily]

“Demonic Possessions” Ch 1: Welcome to Hell

Notes: My new series, “Demonic Possessions” is about my triplet nephilim Lena, Azri, and Zak becoming RAD’s newest exchange students. It is an 18+ Mature-rated head canon of mine. It features polyandry, yaoi, and yuri. The character Lilly is based on the MC from OM! however her relationship with everyone is sisterly.

Warnings this chapter: Swearing.

(ack this ch. didn’t autopost. Sorry y’all!)

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Chapter 1: Welcome to Hell

The RAD student council was in full session. The brothers bickered about the theme for the next school event, while the human exchange student Lilly laughed at the ridiculous proposals, each suiting only the demons’ personal interests. She especially got a kick out of Lucifer’s clearly irritated expression.

“I want perfect lighting this year at the talent show!” Asmodeus demanded, “The light must  follow me so my adoring fans can’t lose my beautiful form on the stage.”

As the brothers proceeded to tell the Avatar of Lust that their budget wouldn’t be blown on his light, there was a tap on the door. It was the angel exchange students, Simeon and Luke. “You wanted us to join you?” Simeon asked Lord Diavolo, who was equally enjoying the demon brothers’ antics.

“Yes. I wanted the both of you here for today’s meeting. There’s actually something I’d like to discuss with everyone here.” There was a grin and exchange of looks between him and Barbatos. Lucifer raised a brow in concern. Clearly he wasn’t in the loop on whatever the prince was talking about.

“Are they going to help us set up the talent show?” Satan inquired. 

Simeon nodded, “Of course we will help. As soon as you work out the budget, we have a few ideas..but we need to wait for Solomon to share them. He hasn’t arrived yet?”

The human sorcerer was the only one missing from the roster Lilly noticed. He usually accompanied the two angels, being a part of the same dorm, Purgatory Hall. “That’s odd…” she said aloud. 

“Solomon is actually assisting me with something. He will be arriving shortly.” Diavolo replied with a chuckle in his voice. When he did that, Lucifer noted, meant that he was scheming something. It put a pit in the eldest brother’s stomach. Especially since he knew nothing of what the prince was talking about. He was deliberately hiding something from his loyal servant.

Diavolo continued, “We can continue our discussion about the talent show tomorrow. The reason I asked the members of Purgatory Hall to join us today was so that everyone could hear my announcement.” Barbatos closed his eyes, giving his signature knowing smile.

“As you are aware, the semester at RAD has surpassed a month. It is a little different than school in the human world. It made for quite a surprise to us, but we have a few late acceptance letters returned to us yesterday.” Barbatos announced. Lilly raised a brow because she certainly didn’t receive a letter. She was straight up abducted out of nowhere. And did he just say ‘human world’?

Diavolo chuckled at the looks of confusion on everyone’s faces, “Yes, RAD will be welcoming three new exchange students this year. They weren’t able to attend last year and are a bit late to the party this year.” 

“My Lord, who are these exchange students? You never mentioned them to me before…” Lucifer was besides himself. He had gone through the candidate list personally in which he selected Lilly, Solomon, Simeon, and Luke. There weren’t any others that he approved.

“These three exchange students are arriving here under very special circumstances. They aren’t humans, angels, or devils.” Diavolo’s smile shrank slightly, “They are here under the request of a very old acquaintance of mine. I would say friend, but I bet he would probably scoff at that….” He remembered something and would have gone on a tangent if it hadn’t been for Barbatos coughing, getting his attention.

The demon steward cleared his voice and continued on behalf of his master, “As Lord Diavolo said, these three aren’t representatives of the main races between the three realms. It was a complicated admittance process. You weren’t involved, Lucifer, because we had to speak directly with Michael on this matter…” This had everyone’s full attention. Simeon and Luke didn’t even know about this matter.

“So, who are they?!” Mammon asked loudly. He couldn’t take the suspense any longer.

Right on cue, there was another knock on the door. Solomon opened the door and entered, “They are here Diavolo.” He stepped into the room and stood to the side so the others may enter.

“Ah, welcome!” Diavolo said in his typical lighthearted voice. “Everyone, please welcome RAD’s new exchange students, The Van Helsings.”

On cue, a trio of pale, blue-eyed, silver-haired individuals entered the council room. The first was equally as tall as Beelzebub, but with a thinner build. He wore an elegant ponytail, many piercings, and lip gloss. His outfit was posh: designer brand high collared, skin-tight shirt and pants with paint splash patterns that perfectly tailored his tall, thin frame. Lilly could easily compare his aura to Asmo’s. His eyes were narrowed, but he held a friendly smile.

The next person that entered was another male. He too had the same skin, hair, and eye colors. In fact the only differences between them was a height difference. This one was 5 inches shorter. He had tattoos, piercings, but no make-up. He wore a black tank, ripped jeans, and boots. His aesthetic screamed grunge while his aura just screamed. He looked rather annoyed to be there.

Lastly, a girl entered. She was rather short, but wore heels to make up the height difference. Skin-tight jeans, a goth skull-and-butterfly tank, jewelry, and makeup. It was even more obvious now that the three of them were siblings. Her hair was the longest; wild and flowing. Lilly couldn’t help but notice her curvaceous figure. It was definitely her type. The human elbowed Mammon, but her eyes widened at his shocked expression. Clearly she was missing something about these nearly albino dolls.

Solomon broke the silence, “Everyone, this is Azriel, Zaksalamel, and Azrelena. The Van Helsing triplets.” The tallest bowed slightly with a friendly smile to greet everyone. The other male barely made a nod, and the girl waved and elbowed her unfriendly brother. “I escorted them here since we are long time acquaintances of each other.” 

“Sol, why didn’t you ever tell me you were ‘long time acquaintances’ with nephilim?” Asmodeus asked with his brows raised. This confused Lilly, who was of course out of the loop.

“Because you never asked?” Solomon shrugged with his typically smug smile. 

Lucifer looked at Diavolo with a stressed expression and only received a knowing smile from the prince and Barbatos. They knew he wouldn’t have approved having three nephilim enter the Devildom.

“Welcome to The Devildom and to RAD. It is an honor having you be the first nephilim to visit the realm.” Diavolo greeted them, introduced himself, and then the others in the room. The demons were all speechless.

“Psst, Mammon. What’s a nephilim?” Lilly asked her best demon pal. She hated not knowing what was going on. She’d noticed how shocked Lucifer was, and then saw a strongly disapproving look on Belphie.

Mammon gritted his teeth, then leaned and whispered, ‘They’re half angel, half humans. Super powerful beings. They’re known for causing trouble....they played a huge part in the war…” He really didn’t want to talk about it.

The tallest nephilim, Azriel was the next to speak, “Thank you for extending the invitation to be a part of this exchange program. My father sends his regards.” He held out a letter that held a wax seal. Barbatos stepped forward and took the letter, catching the nephilim’s wink at him, then merely gave the letter to Diavolo with no reaction in his expression.

Diavolo opened and scanned the letter, laughing. “According to your father, the three of you were actually sent here as punishment? I’m sorry if you feel this as a sentence.”

The girl gave a palmface and muttered, “Of course he’d put that in the fuck’n letter..”

“Our circumstances are...complicated.” Azriel began to explain, “The human world is full of new technology and sometimes it’s harder to well, keep a low profile. This is more of a place for us to lay low for the time being.”

Belphegor broke his silence, “Are you bringing your trouble here? Nephilim seem to do that; push their issues onto others…” clearly he wasn’t happy about them being there. “Belphie…” Beelzebub put his hand on his twin’s shoulder, trying to keep him calm.

“We’re capable of handling our own problems, don’t fret…” The other nephilim male, Zaksalamel replied in a sarcastic tone. It made Belphegor grit his teeth and Beel had to tighten his grip a bit. “The timing is coincidental.” 

Azrelena chimed in, trying to smooth things over, “Yeah, it was just human problems. It was mostly on me, really. But uh, again, Lord Diavolo, thank you for letting us come here for awhile…” she gave a sheepish smile, latching her arm around Zak’s. Lilly noticed then, that the female nephilim squeezed her brother’s arm rather tight, causing him to flinch and his eyes to widen slightly.

Diavolo chuckled at her comment, “It’s no problem at all. I only wish you guys could have joined us sooner. The exchange program has been a great success. These are the other exchange students: Luke, Simeon, and Lilly. They can help you adjust.” Each of them smiled, bowed, or waved at the trio. The nephilim nodded in return, though Lena only focused her attention on Lilly; she really wasn’t happy about the presence of angels.

Lilly felt she could cut the tension in the air with a knife. She wondered if she could make things better by saying anything. “Yeah, I’d be happy to help! Since you’re from the human world like me, I could help find things you might want from home. Show you some things I’ve found most interesting. There’s such odd similarities between our worlds.”

“That’d be great. And since you seem to be the only other girl, I’ll definitely be relying on you Lilly. Oh, and call me Lena….that’s Zak and Azri. We don’t use our full names...they’re too old school ya know? Our old man gave us ridiculously angelic names then peaced-out on us.” It was Zak’s turn to elbow his sister.

Azri smiled, ignoring his younger siblings, “Where, may I ask, are we going to reside during our time here? I need to see the space I will be working with…” He tried not to show it, but he was nervous about not having room for his stuff. He had other things to do besides play student on his father’s orders.

“We have a couple of rooms available in Purgatory Hall,” Barbatos replied, “However if she is comfortable with it, we would love for Lena to stay in The House of Lamentation.” Lena blinked, wondering why she was going to be separated from her brothers. Barbatos saw the confusion in her expression and elaborated, “As you noted, Lilly is the only other female exchange student and we thought it would be refreshing for the both of you to have some feminine companionship during your stay.” Lilly really did miss having girl talk and hanging with her sisters back home occasionally. The only thing that came close was spa or mani/pedi day with Asmodeus.

Diavolo added, “I’m sure Lucifer could arrange room for you in the House of Lamentation…” He was basically ordering the Avatar of Pride to do so, without being commanding in front of the new arrivals. Lucifer merely closed his eyes, and with his hand over his heart, bowed his head.

This caused Belphegor to scoff. Beelzebub also frowned, only because his twin was upset about it. The other brothers seemed indifferent to it. Mammon whispered to Lilly, “Yeah, this won’t go over so well...you just wait..”

Lena looked at Belphegor, “I promise, I will keep my presence to a minimum…” It was obvious that he held some prejudice against nephilim. And frankly, that was old news, but she’d try to be understanding. She didn’t have many options of where to lay low for the time being anyways.

“Ptch, whatever…” the demon responded and started for the door, having to pass by each of the nephilim. Lena and Azri seemed to maintain pleasant expressions, but Zak glared back, not liking how he spoke to his sister. Beelzebub followed after his twin, wanting to make sure he didn’t get into anymore trouble like he did over the last time they got exchange students. That nearly ended in disaster.

Barbatos got everyone’s attention once again, “I have arranged for your belongings to be sent ahead to your respective residences for the time being. You will also receive your DDD’s with the contact information of your roommates and us as well.”

“I hope you enjoy your stay in the Devildom.” Diavolo said happily as he stood from his seat, “If you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to let Barbatos, Lucifer, or myself know.” His enthusiastic nature made Lena smile back involuntarily. Who knew the prince of Hell was such a charming guy? “I wish I could stay and get to know you three more, I however, have a lot of other business to attend to. Please, address your concerns and questions to Lucifer for the time being. Again, it's nice to meet you.”

Lord Diavolo and Barbatos left, leaving an irritated Lucifer in charge of the group. He was definitely going to scold the prince for dropping the bombshell on him at the last moment and just leaving afterwards. “Solomon, since you are well acquainted with them already, you should stick with those two.” He commanded.

“I’d be happy to. What’s it been? A couple decades since we’ve hung out together…”

Zak shook his head, “Nah, it’s more like half a century. Birth of rock’n’roll. Drag racing…” he drifted off in thought.

“Can we please hurry?” Azri kept his smile, but his brows expressed a deep panic, “I need to know if my stuff made it…” The two men laughed at him, knowing how he needed to check his wardrobe.

Simeon nodded, “Yes, let’s return to Purgatory Hall. After we locate your luggage we can assign your rooms and give you a tour before dinner.” Luke added, “If I’d known we were welcoming new members to the program I would have baked some delicious cakes for you.” It was surprising to be welcomed by angels, but Azri would smile and be nice so long as it led him to his precious luggage.

Meanwhile, Lucifer approached Lena. He stared down at her with judgement in his eyes. Not batting an eye, Lena sized him up as well. “Leviathan. You will look after her.” He then turned on his heel and began to leave the council room. This made the third oldest exclaim, “WWAAAAAAGH?!” He had been hiding behind Satan and Asmodeus the entire time, playing an otome game, not paying much attention to the meeting. “I don’t deal with 3D people…” Lucifer only paused and shot him a killer’s stare over his shoulder that made him gulp and reconsider that complaint. “Since you couldn’t be responsible enough to pay attention during the meeting, you will make up by escorting Lena around the Devildom.” He glared and adjourned the meeting by disappearing into the hallway.

~

Lucifer chose the third eldest to be in charge of keeping an eye on the female nephilim because Mammon was already looking after Lilly, he was too busy, and Satan was too rebellious to be relied upon to follow his orders to begin with. Leviathan was powerful and could manage the nephilim if the need arose. Besides, his brother needed to focus on something more constructive than all of the otaku nonsense he obsessed with.

Nephilim were powerful and mysterious. They were meant to be exterminated just before The War because they weren’t supposed to exist. And those that did, couldn’t control their powers. Lucifer didn’t reveal his opinion on the matter during that time. His focuses were more towards his own ideals, the safety of his beloved sister Lilith, and of course his closest brothers that followed him.

Even though he and Michael had many disagreements, they both agreed nephilim were not to be underestimated. He wondered how they managed to slip into hiding during the war and hide amongst the humans for so long. These triplets were the wards of Abraham Van Helsing. That was equally puzzling. Diavolo seemed to know the infamous Demon Slayer. And he actually jested at ‘friendship’ with him? Diavolo knew how to give Lucifer the greatest migraines. 

~

The nephilim trio spoke amongst themselves for a moment before they followed their respective guides. Lena patted Zak on the back and made Azri bend down so she could give him a peck on the cheek. “Message me later guys.” She waved and then joined her group.

“What were ya talking to your brothers about? Zak, was it? He looked pissed.” Lilly asked. She wasn’t a shy person and she honestly wasn’t afraid of some half angel. She was literally killed and brought back to life, chased by a giant snake, and was teleported into many different worlds. She had a completely different outlook on things, and all fear seemed to disappear from her body. Honestly, Lena couldn’t be anymore dangerous than what she’s already experienced. So she definitely would give her a chance, despite most of the brothers’ apprehensiveness they displayed. Besides it's been a long time since she got to spend time with another girl, like they said earlier. She really looked forward to it.

Lena chuckled, “Oh, that’s Zak’s typical disposition. He is the definition of resting bitch face. Though, he was concerned about me going with a bunch of demons all alone. We stick pretty close to each other. He may have literally been responsible for the term ‘overly-protective brother’ to be coined. I told him if a regular human is okay living there, then so am I right?” 

“Yeah, these guys are a bunch of sweet, but moody, puppy dogs!” Lilly teased. Mammon and Leviathan were waiting impatiently. “Isn’t that right?!” The tiny human jumped-up and noogied Mammon. They were the best buddy duo that typically caused the most chaos in The house of Lamentation.

Mammon pried the human off of him, “Hey, stop that will ya!? And I ain’t a damn dog!” This made Lena laugh.

“And what about you?” She attempted in engaging a conversation with Leviathan. His eyes were glued to his phone still. She tried to peek over his shoulder to see what game he was clearly obsessing over.

When her cheek grazed his arm, Leviathan froze up. “Hey! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Lena quickly stepped back. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to invade your personal space.” She waved her hands.

“Levi doesn’t do ‘close contact’ with anyone.” Lilly explained. Mammon added, “He’s all about the ‘2-D’ world. Nerdy Otaku!” This actually caused Lena to perk up a bit, “Oooh, I gotcha. I'm a bit of a nerd myself, but I wouldn’t label myself an otaku per sa.” 

Having the three talking about him with him right there caused Leviathan to hunker his face in his high collar, trying to hide his embarrassment. He began walking faster towards their home, causing the three to speed walk after him. “Hey, wait up will ya! I’ll tell Lucifer you’re ditching us!” Mammon hollered after him. At the rate in which he was going, Leviathan might catch up to Lucifer himself, and their other brothers who’d gone on ahead of them.

“Are they always like this?” Lena asked Lilly. 

“What? You mean with all the yelling, running, and slap-stick comedy?” Lilly said with a fake shocked expression, “Girl,you have no idea. You may request joining your brothers over in Purgatory Hall.”

“Hell no! I need a break from them.” Lena laughed. This was actually quite amused by what she’d observed. The Avatars of Sin and the Prince of Hell. All of them were supposed to be ruthless monsters. They are all moody teenagers. Absolute goofballs. Very cute ones at that.”I love my brothers dearly, but they tend to smother me.”

“I know what you mean. These guys are all like my brothers.” Lilly nodded. She was definitely at home with them. They all eventually came around and even made pacts with her. Now she couldn’t see herself anywhere else but the Devildom with her boys.

~

“Wow!” Lena gasped seeing the House of Lamentation, “Pretty badass…wonder if I’ll get to solve any Scooby-Doo mysteries?” She giggled to Lilly. “Actually, we do that around here far too often.” The human replied with a palm face.

The two entered the house, greeted by the typical T.H.O.L. antics: Asmodeus yelling at Beelzebub for eating the food he was trying to prepare; Lucifer yelling at Mammon and Leviathan for leaving the girls to walk home alone after he specifically told them not to do that. Belphegor was passed out in the foyer with his head on the bottom step. “Maybe we both could request a move to Purgatory Hall?” Lilly sighed, embarrassed.  

Lena laughed, then noticed her luggage was just out of the doorway to her right. She had three giant pieces, two medium, and three small suitcases, plus what had to be a guitar. “Damn you don’t travel light do you?” Lilly commented 

“What d’ya mean, this IS light!” Lilly laughed, “And Azri brought twice as much as me; maybe even more! He actually got teary-eyed when he couldn’t bring half of what he packed.” The youngest and oldest were both obsessed with their wardrobe, but Azri took the cake. Zak on the other hand, didn’t care what he wore and preferred to travel light in case he had to flee from someone’s boyfriend or the cops.

Lilly realized something now that she was staring at Lena’s belongings. “Heya Lucifer...where is Lena going to stay!?” she called out over the ruckus. There were two options, the human realized, and both of them were going to undoubtedly cause a commotion. Especially from the youngest brother.

A few moments after Lilly yelled the question, Lucifer entered the foyer. “The attic. I instructed Belphegor to remove his belongings. Leviathan will help rid the rest of the items into a proper storage room elsewhere.”

“Leviathan sorta bolted to his room,” Lilly whispered, “You kinda picked the wrong guy to be watching over her.” Nudging her head over to the nephilim, Lucifer followed the direction. Lena was kneeling down, looking through a bag, making sure her breakable perfume bottles made the trip safely. She was attractive, he would admit, but nobody should be unable to communicate with her because of it. Lucifer sighed and rolled his eyes. “He has his assignment. And I have my reasons. You can assist if you feel the need to.”

“Hurry up and get the new girl put in her new room! I don’t want anyone to let dinner get cold….or eaten by Beel!” Asmo called from the kitchen. Lena broke her concentration on her belongings, hearing the harmonic voice coming from the kitchen. It was pretty.

~

Lilly messaged Leviathan with her DDD, telling him what Lucifer said and agreed to at least help out this once. She pitied the shut-in for being awkward at times like these. If only he knew how brilliant and charming he was.

The trio had carried Lena’s luggage up the stairs. “Is this a penthouse or am I just being isolated?” the nephilim murmured. It was further away from everyone else’s rooms. Of course she didn’t know the history of Belphegor’s imprisonment in this room. It caused both Lilly’s and Leviathan’s eyes to widen and look at one another.

When they got to the room, the door was already standing wide open. Belphegor and Beelzebub looked like they were debating. It appeared that neither had started packing, and it irritated Lilly slightly. “What’s going on? I thought you’d have most of your things moved out by now…” she asked.

“Why should I have to give this room up?” Belphegor glared at the human and then at Lena. “Couldn’t she just share a room with you?” Although this place was once his prison, the attic was a place the youngest demon found solitude and comfort when he was feeling particularly down.

 No, Lilly couldn’t share her room. For one, she grew up in an orphanage and had come to cherish what little privacy she had with her own room since her arrival. The other reason she couldn’t bare to share a space with Lena was the sheer temptation. Yes, in a world full of sin, Lilly would uphold her morals on lechery. The nephilim was gorgeous and she would find it very hard not to steal glimpses of her in precarious situations. She would die of blood loss like the pervert characters in Levi’s manga he had her read.  “You already have a bedroom Belphie. And there are plenty of other places to hang out.”

“Lilly’s right. We can go to other places.” Beel agreed, “I don’t want you to get in trouble again by Lucifer.”

“What’s he going to do, lock me in here again?” Belphegor retorted with a dry expression.

That remark caught Lena’s attention. “Wait, what?” Did he just say that Lucifer locked him up in there before? That really didn’t settle well for her. This was his own brother, right? She suddenly thought that maybe Purgatory Hall was a better fit for her. Even with stuffy angels roaming about. 

Leviathan had been silent up until this point. He was missing out on the special gotcha bonus hour for this. “Belphegor, move your stuff!” he shouted, “I’m in a hurry!” His brothers were both taken aback for a moment, but Belphegor crossed his arms defiantly. “I will summon Lotan if I miss out on the holographic Pudding-chan card in this month’s bonus gotcha hour!” 

Lilly pulled Lena out of the way as the older brother ran into the room. Beel stood between the older and younger two. “Hey, calm down! We’re gonna be late for dinner Belphie…” He wanted this to be over as well.

“FINE!” Belphegor snapped and grabbed a box covered by a cow print blanket. “Beel help me with that stuff. I don’t even want to be in here anymore anyways!” And with that he stormed off. Beel frowned, always hating to see his beloved twin upset. He was able to carry the other 4 boxes by himself. Lilly promised to return, needing to go ahead of the giant, opening doors and guiding his way safely.

~

“Well, that was a freaking mess…” Lena sighed as she rolled her larger two suitcases into the middle of the room. There was a bare queen-sized bed, a 3-drawer dresser, and a steam trunk. Oh and a lot of cobwebs. “Wow, this looks like a Motel 6 I crashed in back in the early 1990s in Philly…” 

Leviathan didn’t know what the nephilim was talking about. Or he wouldn’t know if he was paying attention. No, he was busy worrying about being left alone in an attic with a girl he’d just met. One who’d gotten too close a couple times already.

Lena didn’t notice the catatonic demon standing in her doorway as she began opening her suitcases up. “Man, I’m gonna have to do some serious cleaning before I unpack my stuff. Don’t want dust and cobwebs on my things…” She paused and smiled as she pulled out a stuffed Hello Kitty plushie, “Awe Zak!” She had sworn she forgot to pack her favorite plush. 

The cute kitty in her hand grabbed Leviathan’s attention. “Is that...Hello Kitty?” She looked up, grinning, “Yup! My brother packed it for me cause I knew I forgot her. Wait, you know her?” The nephilim stood up and held the plush out to him, wanting him to hold it. 

Hesitantly, Levi took the plushie. He tried to hide how enamored he actually was by it, though his pink face said everything. Lena held back her chuckle seeing his expression. “I’ve heard of her...Lilly has many stickers on her Laptop of the Sanrio characters...kawaii…” He was staring into the cartoon cat-like creature’s eyes.

“Ahem…” Lena had to break his concentration on the plush and he immediately handed it back to her, looking away. It wasn’t nowhere near as cute as Ruri-chan anyways! “So, I heard you say, or shout rather that there was a gotcha prize you were gunning for today?” Did she just acknowledge ‘gotcha’? He narrowed his eyes at her, remembering he was going to miss it. “I won’t tell if you don’t...so you can just crash on my bed and start pulling in your gotcha super hour while I do some sorting. I’ll cover you if anyone asks. I don’t really need that much help anyways.” No, she imagined once Azri saw her room, he would demand a fumigation, a number for the Devildom’s best contractor, and the location of the closest thing they had to a Pier One. The thought made her giggle to herself.

Leviathan stared at the nephilim for a moment. He was supposed to be watching after her. Her kind were enigmatic and labeled extremely dangerous back during his time in the Celestial Realm. Even though Diavolo welcomed the triplets into the RAD student exchange program, Lucifer clearly didn’t trust them and he’d be wise not to so quickly either.

Then again, he really wanted that holographic card! “Alright. But if anyone asks…”

“I know I know. You awkwardly took down the sheets/canopy and swiped away the cobwebs…” Lena replied with a cheeky little grin.

~

An hour and a half past before Lilly returned to what was now Lena’s room. The place had been dusted and swept, but Lena’s stuff remained packed away. She definitely got why. The place was a mess as Belphegor never bothered to clean it much. It made her smile seeing Leviathan playing on his phone while sitting on the edge of the bed on one side, while Lena was far away on the opposite. Both had their backs to one another and were staring so seriously at the DDDs.

“Heya nerds, Asmo wanted me to grab ya for dinner!” She shouted with a devious smirk, “Better get downstairs before Beel gets your food!” Of course Leviathan jumped and then glared at the human. She was lucky to be a part of the family or he would’ve thrown something at her tiny frame. ‘D-DON’T DO THAT!!!!”

Lena too got started, “Oh I see how it is...I’ll remember this…” She faked a glare at Lilly, who knew she was kidding around. “What took you anyways? I thought you were gonna help too?” She hopped up, putting the DDD in her jeans pocket. “Levi and I had to wrestle cobwebs and curtains...it was ridiculous!” She gave a side glance at the demon, who in return blinked and then blushed. Alibi? Check! 

~

As they made their way downstairs, Lilly explained that she had to help Beelzebub deescalate Belphegor’s anger. After that she was called to the kitchen to assist an indecisive Asmodeus on what would make his dishes look even more elegant. And of course there was Mammon; always Mammon! He apparently took one of Satan’s books to pay off a serious loan, and now was facing both Satan and Lucifer in the study. Somehow Lilly was called in to be his Defense Attorney. Yeah, that didn’t work so well and now his check from Hell’s Kitchen.

“They run you ragged around here don’t they?” Lena chuckled.

Lilly opened the door to the dining area, revealing an absolutely chaotic scene: Beelzebub was shoveling food down already while Asmodeus protested that he was ‘ruining his presentation’. Next there was a sulking Belphegor who was glaring back at an irritated Lucifer. Mammon was being the loudest, begging Satan to hold off on taking his paycheck for the book. He apparently had a different shady loan that one was going towards. 

Leviathan lingered behind the two girls, completely unphased by what he would call ‘a perfectly normal family dinner’. 

The human, however, hid her face behind her hand. It was a little embarrassing for their new guest to have to witness this mess at her first dinner in the Devildom. She used her pact marks to make everyone stop. Being more used to the power she wielded at this point, she was able to spare the otaku behind her.

“Welcome to Hell, Lena.” Lilly said through gritted teeth, glaring at her demon brothers.

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Marrige and Obliviousness

First, Previous, Ao3

Word count: 1883

Warnings: implied past trauma, alcohol mention and they’re so oblivious it hurts

I have no idea how weddings work. Never been to one, especially not a church wedding! I'm sorry for the inaccuracies! I'm just guessing here and loosely basing this on the wedding in Sherlock and it's been forever since I've watched that.

"Do I look alright?"

Virgil glanced up from his phone.

"Yeah, I guess," he shrugged.

"I mean it," Logan insisted. "Do I look good?"

"Your boyfriend will like it. Relax."

"He's not my boyfriend. And I simply want to look good for this wedding. I want to make a good first impression on these people."

"You rescheduled a raid for a highly dangerous chemical so you could come and you're worried about what they'll think? And he's totally your boyfriend. You're just both too stupid to realize. Maybe you should just propose to him today. Steal the show a little."

Logan scoffed. "Can you take this serious, please? I will do no such thing! Is my tie straight?"

"Nothing in this house is straight," Virgil glanced up again. "Except for your tie."

Logan halted in his movement. "Wait, did you just come out to me?"

"i- Yeah, I guess. Haven't I before?"

"No. No, you haven't."

"Oh. I'm gay."

"That's great, buddy. I support you," Logan went over to him and ruffled his hair.

"I really never told you?"

"No, you haven't."

"Huh. Can I order Chinese for tonight?"

"If you want to. Sure, you can," Logan noticed the look on Virgil's face. "Do you want me to order for you?"

"That would be nice," Virgil said in a small voice.

"Alright, are you hungry already or should we do it the same way as last time?"

"You won't have your phone with you," Virgil shook his head.

"I will. Of course, I will. Just call me when you get hungry and I'll order for you," Logan returned to the mirror and fiddled with his tie again. "Why wouldn't I have my phone on me?"

"You've been so chuffed with this invitation, I don't want to interrupt your evening just cause I can't order for myself. I want you to have some fun tonight."

"You're not interrupting anything, Virgil. Making a small call for you will in no way keep me from spending time with Patton. I'm sure nobody will mind if I leave to talk to you for a few minutes and then call whatever restaurant you want me to."

Virgil still looked unsure.

"I mean it," Logan turned back to look directly at Virgil. "Just call me when you get hungry. If you don't feel up to calling just text me. In that case, I'll text you back once I've ordered so you know when the food will come."

Okay," Virgil gave a half-smile. "Thanks, Papa."

Logan went over again and gave him a tight hug before pulling away. "Try not to go to bed too late. I bought new lavender tea if you can't sleep. It's in the cabinet over the coffeemaker. Love you, buddy."

"Love you too, Papa. Have a good night."

Logan pressed a quick kiss against his forehead before grabbing his keys and leaving to meet Patton by the flower shop, from where they would take Patton's car to the venue.

It was still rather early in the afternoon and the wind had blown away the factory smoke, letting the sunshine down onto the streets freely. It was a nice day for a wedding.

Patton was just locking up the shop when Logan came.

He looked mesmerizing in his light blue-grey suit. There were no leaves or flower petals in his hair like usually and once Logan got closer he noticed that Patton was wearing a bit of makeup. There was a light pink blush over his cheeks and on his nose and Logan was pretty sure that he had done something to make his eyes seem bigger but wasn't familiar enough with makeup to be able to tell what.

"You look," Logan cleared his throat. "You look great."

Patton looked up at him and smiled widely, his dimples showing.

"Thank you! You look wonderful too!"

Logan couldn't help the small smile at the compliment.

"Thank you. Let's go then, shall we?"

Patton led Logan to his car, an old VW Beetle.

"Do you want to drive?" Patton offered but Logan shook his head.

"I don't know where it is," Logan shook his head. "I also haven't driven a car in... quite a while. I think the last time was about five years ago. I believe you likely have more experience."

Patton chuckled and got in at the driver's side.

"Why haven't you driven in so long?" he asked, starting the car and pulling out of the parking spot.

Logan thought about it for a moment.

"Well, when I drive to work," he carefully chose his words, "we usually drive with many people in one car. Since I don't have a big car and usually the owner of the car drives I just don't really drive."

"Don't you ever drive your son anywhere?"

"No, not unless it's an emergency. He tends to get very anxious in cars so we try to avoid that."

"Oh, I see."

They chatted a bit on the drive.

The wedding venue was a bit out of town, surrounded by trees and had been decorated with flowers and colourful bands, near a small church where the ceremony would take place.

Logan hadn't been in a church in... Gosh, how long had it even been?

Considering how often his parents had dragged him to church they probably would've been very disappointed. Not that that was the only reason they wouldn't approve of his current life.

The ceremony was nice.

The groom, a young Asian man with blonde dyed hair, cried as the bride, a tall beautiful woman, came down the aisle and they looked beyond happy when the pastor declared them husband and wife.

Afterwards, they drove back to the venue and Logan subtly checked his phone while the best man, one of the groom's brothers gave a speech. He didn't know these people so most of the jokes made little to no sense to him.

Virgil hadn't texted him yet but it was still pretty early so he probably would do so later.

The cake was pretty good and Patton introduced him to his sister, Martha, her husband, Luan, and Martha's son from her previous marriage, Janus. Janus seemed about Virgil's age if a bit taller but then again most kids were. Logan guessed Martha's first husband had been black since Janus was, safe for a few light spots, the biggest he could see covering half his face. Vitiligo, apparently.

An elder couple came over and hugged Martha and Luan tightly.

"I'm so proud of you!" the woman told Martha. "You look so beautiful!"

She ruffled Janus hair who tried to bat her hand away but failed.

"Oh, Patton, it's so great to see you! Is this your boyfriend?"

Logan noticed Patton's ears go red. He liked seeing Patton blush. He did it a lot.

"We're friends, not a couple," Patton protested.

"You aren't?" Luan asked. "I thought you were. From what you said about Logan it sounded like it."

Patton let out a strangled sound.

"We're just close friends," Logan clarified ignoring the part of him that burned with curiosity over what Patton had said about him.

"Sure," Janus said and clicked his tongue. "I believe you."

He didn't sound like he believed it at all.

He would probably get along well with Virgil. Maybe Logan should introduce them sometime.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and Logan used the opportunity to duck out into the garden.

 Virgil: do you have the number of that chinese place down the street?

 if not I can send it to you

  Logan: No, I don't have it.

 Also, why are so many people assuming that Patton and I are dating?

 Virgil: because you are

 Have a nice snog w/ him

Logan rolled his eyes.

Virgil sent him the number and his order a moment later, Logan saved it and ordered for him, sending Virgil a last quick text before heading back inside.

A band had begun to play and the newly wedded couple was dancing together, smiling at each other.

Logan found Patton who greeted him with a wide smile and pulled him onto the dance floor as soon as the first dance was over.

"Patton, I'm not sure this is a good idea," Logan tried to protest.

"Why? Can't you dance? You seem like the kind of guy who knows how to dance."

"I can-"

"Then what's the problem?"

Logan noticed hurt seep into Patton's voice.

He probably thought Logan just didn't want to dance with him.

"I- Nothing. Sorry, I just did not expect to dance," Logan nervously licked his lips and adjusted his hand to be on Patton's waist, taking the lead.

Patton let him, something he was very grateful for.

The band played a pop song, so different from the one he remembered from that fateful dance so long ago.

He was in a nice venue with a nice garden in the outskirts of Woethough with Patton.

Not in a skyscraper. Not in New York. Not with that man.

"Are you alright?" Patton asked gently. "You seem tense."

There was a line of worry between his brows.

Logan took a deep breath and tried to release the tension in his shoulders.

"Yes, I'm fine," he said, half to reassure Patton, half to remind himself. It was just a bad memory. "Don't worry."

Once the song was over Martha asked to have a dance with her brother, telling Logan that she would have his boyfriend back to him in a few minutes and laughing when he repeated that they weren't boyfriends.

Logan wandered over to the punch table and grabbed a glass.

"You shouldn't drink it," Janus stopped him and stepped out of the shadows. The kid apparently had a flair for the dramatics. He'd make a good villain, Logan thought.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Well, someone might have spiked it," he shrugged and a small flask became visible under his jacket for a split second. "You never know."

"What a shame," Logan set his glass down again. "Why would someone just spike the punch at a wedding like that? Purely hypothetical of course."

"Perhaps because it is boring?" Janus pretended to speculate. "So they might be hoping for something interesting to happen. Like that."

He pointed at a goth who Logan was pretty sure was Luan's mother who came over and filled two glasses with punch before taking a sip of both, greeting them and going back towards the bridesmaid she had been chatting with to give her one of the drinks.

"I see. That would make sense, very good theory. But why would that person then tell someone not to drink it?"

"In theory?" Janus raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, in theory."

"Maybe they don't want that person to get too drunk and embarrassingly declare their love for the drink spikers uncle or something."

Logan frowned.

"I am not in love with Patton," he insisted.

"I never said that," Janus said. "But, for the record, you definitely are."

Logan pinched his nose and sighed.

Janus laughed at him until Patton came back and asked Logan for another dance.

Somehow one of the violets decorating the place had found its way into his hair, matching his bow tie nicely and how was Logan supposed to say 'No' to a smile that beautiful?

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ABCs of your OCs

A list of oc questions in alphabetical categories - i made each category based on the first word I could think of in alphabetical order, so enjoy!

Decided to try and answer these using Gifs and Images of My characters (aka who or what reminds me of My character)

.Doing this for My OC Michelle Riley in My Riverdale Fic. 

Michelle is “played by” Ksenia Solo (Teen) &  Kaya Scodelario (Young Adult)

A: Aptitude 1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young? Writing,solving Mysteries,has always had an interest in the occult and anything different and unusual.

2. what activities have they participated in? Michelle is a bit of a Loner but she has done Cheer and writes Poetry in her spare time as well as mysteries. She also was a camp counselor & Lifeguard with Betty and Cheryl over the summer. 

3. what abilities do they have?  She’s human but Michelle knows a bit of Karate and was taught how to fight by FP.

4. what things are they bad at? Being Honest,Indecisive,

5. what is their most impressive talent? Writing and Dancing

B: Basics 1. what is their hair color?  Dark brown. Dies Black or wears Blond wigs. 

2. what is their eye color? Brown but wears Light green or blue contacts

3. how tall are they? A little shorter than Jughead

4. how old are they? 15 (Story start) 19 (Story end) October 7 2000

5. how much do they weigh?

C: Comfort 1. how do they sit in a chair? Usually leaning forward.

2. in what position do they sleep?

3. what is their ideal comfort day? Reading or watching TV,eating,doing something creative,learning new things (especially about the occult or conspiracy theories),writing poetry,mainly being by herself on her down time.Although she’s an ambivert so she does like hanging out with her BF or Friends after her alone time. 

4. what is their major comfort food? um Anything lol She’s literally a female Jughead in more ways than one. Burgers and fries,Milkshakes,Pancakes,Chips and salsa...

5. who is the best at comforting them when down? Betty or Mom. Most of the time Jughead. (unless it’s about him)

D: Decoration 1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name? Minimalistic with plants,charming and attractive yet simple and comfortable. Small neighborhood.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room? Michelle doesn’t want kids

3. how do they decorate their own room? Shabby Chic,Girly mixed with rustic. With of course darker undertones. 

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear? Goth,Grunge,Edgy,had a preppy phase. (Casual Artsy in Middle school) 

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends? Yes.

E: External Personality 1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?  Sometimes. She’s not as tough as she portrays. 

2. do they do things that conform to the norm? Sometimes. If on her own.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing? No

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads? Only E-Girl and Mod Goth.

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own? Is shy at first.

F: Fun 1. what do they do for fun? Shopping,Dancing,hanging out at Pop Tates Malt Shop,Drive in movies,Art,watching Horror movies,writing poetry,Solving Mysteries,going out to a club or the biker bar The White Wyrm. 

2. what is their ideal party? See Above. Dancing,Strobe lights,Band,Underage Drinking/Sex. Unless she’s 18 or 19 then. Decorating for parties and liked having Clue inspired Sleepovers in middle school.

3. who would they have the most fun with? Her girls. B,V & C.

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules? When alone yes.

5. do they go out a lot? Yes.

G: Gorgeous 1. what is their most attractive external feature? Her eyes and smile.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality? 

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

5. what parts of others do they envy?  IDK if I’m going to finish this.

H: Heat 1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

2. do they prefer summer or winter? Spring and Fall

3. do they like the snow? Not really.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity? Thrift Shopping and Sleuthing

5. do they have a favorite winter activity? Reading inside or Sleuthing.

I: In-the-closet 

1. what is their sexuality? Pan Sexual 

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality? yes

3. have they ever questioned their gender? No

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT? Yes they are very open minded.

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out? High School

J: Joy 1. what makes them happy? Art,writing,shopping,mysteries,love,music.

2. who makes them happy? Her Family (Blood and none)

3. are there any songs that bring them joy? Wow I have a whole playlist...

4. are they happy often? More or less

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

K: Kill 1. have they ever thought about suicide? I don’t write that. They may have dark thoughts but never act on them,this is not 13 reasons why.

2. have they ever thought about homicide? No

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who? No

4. who would miss them if they died? Um all her Friends and Family

5. who would be happy they died, anyone? Penny Peabody lbr

L: Lemons 1. what is their favorite fruit? 2. what is their least favorite fruit?

3. are there any foods they hate?

4. do they have any food intolerances?

5. what is their favorite food? Already said. She also really likes Chicken with chips and salsa.

M: Maternal 

1. would they want a daughter or a son? 

2. how many children do they want? 

3. would they be a good parent? 

4. what would they name a son? 

what would they name a daughter? 

5. would they adopt? Possibly

N: Never Have I Ever

1. what would they never do? Kill Innocents.

2. what have they never done that they want to do? 

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do? People do alot of shitty things. Killing Kids and animals would be one of them.

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done? 

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do? Um get drunk and sleep with her boyfriends Dad??...Or cheat on Jug with Veronica. SPOILERS! But I probably won’t finish this story lbh.

O: Optimism 1. are they optimistic or pessimistic? Both

2. are they openly optimistic?

3. are they good at giving advice? Yes

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them? Throws lol I suppose her Mom or Betty. 

5. were they always optimistic? 

>>>P: Personality 1. what is their best personality trait?

2. what is their worst personality trait?

3. what of their personality do others love?

4. what of their personality do others envy?

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

<<<Will do this later

Q: Questions 1. do they ask for help? Sometimes

2. do they ask questions in class? She did yes,when she was trying to be a straight A student.

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable? Yes

4. do they ask weird questions? Yes

5. are they curious? Yes

R: Rules 1. do they follow rules? Sometimes.

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent? A good balance.

3. have they ever been consequences for breaking a rule? 

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous? Nope

S: Streets 1. are they street-smart? Yes

2. would they give money to someone on the streets? Probably

3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets? Yes

4. has anything happened to them on the streets? Other then Fights,no.

5. are they cautious when out? Now yes,but she can take care of herself.

T: Truth 1. are they honest? More so now yes.

2. can they tell if someone is lying? Yes

3. is it obvious when they’re lying? Yes

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about? Sleeping with FP

5. have they ever been talked about behind their back? I’m sure.

U: Underdog 1. have they been bullied? A couple times but they stopped once she stood her ground,same with standing up for others (like Jughead)

2. have they bullied anyone? No

3. have they been physically attacked? Yes

4. have they ever been doubted? Yes.

5. have they surprised people with being good at something? Yes,alot of Guys (and girls) underestimate her.

V: Vomit 1. do they vomit often? 2. do they get lots of stomach aches? 3. are they good at comforting someone ill? 4. what do they like as far as comfort goes? 5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

W: Water 1. do they drink enough water? 2. have they learned to swim? 3. do they like to swim? 4. can they dive? 5. can they swim without holding their nose?

X: Xylophone 1. what is their favorite genre of music? Oldies,Indie & Goth Rock

2. do they have a favorite song? Prince-Die 4 U

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer? The Cure,Prince & The Neighborhood.

4. can they sing well? Sure

5. can they rap? No

Y: You 1. how old were you when you created them? It was in 2017. 

2. what inspired you to create them? Watching Riverdale for the first time

3. were they different when they were first created? No

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters? No

5. what’s your favorite thing about them? Her style and sarcasm. 

Z: Zebra 1. what’s their favorite animal? Cats and Dogs

2. do they like animals? Yes

3. cats or dogs? Both

4. what’s their dream pet? Panther or Dragon

5. do they have any pets at the moment? Shares a Sheepdog/Mutt with The Serpents,named Hot Dog.

[antisocialtrampoline-blog]

Creating A Bubble

In class this semester we got to pick our own photo projects, whatever we wanted to do. And I being the basic bitch I am I decided to do one of those fun boudoir shoots in the woods. The goth ones with the witchy vibes but with a darker twist, gorier more Halloween than sexy. But alas given the state of things when I fell ill over the weekend I intended to shoot and by the next weekend the icy cold had set in making it unbearable for models and even if they would all the pretty fall colours faded to the bleak winters grey.  

Now by this point I am in an absolute panic due to the fact that my next few weeks revolved entirely around the outdoor setting. In my state I decided I had to do what I must...bring the woods into the studio.  

To Pinterest I went on a long journey looking for some possible inspiration but found none, I did however keep coming back to fairytales something and the fairy world intrigued me into wanting to make my own, wanting to create a narrative surrounding the childhood stories we grew up on!  

To the dollar store I am going to be frank my bank account hated me after this project, I spent 200$ on fake flowers by the end of it with no guarantee that I will use this in my professional life afterwards and that’s completely ignoring any added costs.  

To start I decided to make my bubble universe floating in darkness I needed flooring Ideally circular, but I rugs are expensive and I had already broken the bank on plastic plants. So homemade will do to make the base of my rug I used 4 bathmats and a black tablecloth I glued/taped all parts together and cut it into a large 5ft across circle... this would turn out to be the easy part as I would lose many hours (and my fingertips) to hot gluing plants down in a pattern, the edge of the base being flowers and the inner circle being leaves and green plants being laid with more green foliage and the more brown leaves reaching the end, but a bit mixed in both to give the illusion of a more natural arrangement of things. This would create a fairy circle type of bottom or my images. Next would be my crescent moon, which was used in an attempt to give a dream like image for my sleeping beauty character. The moon was made out of various sheets of Bristol board with stems from my flowers used to keep it straight, I also used a sliver piece of fabric I had lying around (this is why I can’t throw things out) This would wrap through the moon and flowing by the flowers making it more of a dream than a reality.  

We finally got to shooting but I knew that background would only go so far, I whipped out my handy dandy dressed I got on sale for this purpose alone and popped them on my lovely classmate Hannah. Her makeup pink and colourful and I wanted flowers coming through her face... because you know if you sleep in the woods for 100 years magical coma or not, I think the forest would probably reclaim you at some point. Now I Needed to ensure she was not only well lit but full of colour much like the storybooks I grew up on  

These images are honestly some of my best and I think prop building is something I am going to continue over my career as a photographer, but I also hadn’t intended to end with just one model for the shoot it is absolutely my intention to introduce a number of characters to my mini universe while I am still in art school and have the time to work on passion projects. It is my intention to continue with a mouthless author, a feral and bitten Red Riding hood, a poisoned Snow White, a pinned back evil queen, a huntsman, and a bloody excited Maleficent. If you have any interest in following the progression of this project follow me here on my artist account.  https://www.instagram.com/regnanesephotos/

[tacosandsausage-blog]

Aroma Therapy

I've heard that women connect with the way some men smell. I'm not sure if this is exactly the same thing, but since I am epicurious about all my partners, I thought I'd relate some of my more memorable meals. When dining, they say aroma is half of the dining experience. I'd say that is true with women as well. 

Clean & Natural - Recall hooking up with this blonde girl who was in the same social circle as me. It was about the time of my first job and I had moved to the city. Clean and natural should be a given, but I think what made her memorable was that it just seemed to follow based on her personality. I'm probably reading into it, but she was a cute blonde California girl with straight hair, blue eyes and tight body. It think what sync'd it was her down to earth attitude and cute smile. Think Disney between the legs

Jasmine/Pikaki - There is a cliche vacation story. While on a vacation to Hawaii, my then girl was wearing island scents. This in itself would not have made any sort of memorable impact except that I can remember smelling her on the queen bed we shared with the windows open and the island breeze stirring the humid afternoon air. The taste of salt from her sweat and our earlier ocean swim mingles with her sweet jasmine lotion.

Earthy & Spice - I'd be tempted to call her a hippy, but that's only because she was a San Francisco girl. To be fair that is a stereotype. I'm not sure if there is truth to the idea that diet influences you body composition, but if so I'd say she lived on Mediterranean food. Her body smelled of spices and that mixed with her natural unmasked scent just reinforced an earthiness. There was no surprise below either. Perhaps I am imagining this, but it seemed like you could taste the spice within her.

Sour Perfume- Back in college was hanging out with this girl that was soooo sour. I'm not sure what caused this, but it was a distinctive taste. We'd been clubbing and drinking (maybe thats the problem - smoke and alchohol) before we got together. I could still smell her perfume from earlier that eve, but it took a back seat to a musky scent (not a bad thing). Once I dove in my tongue was coated thick. The sourness I tasted was like mild yogurt. Good thing I'm a health nut.

Mildew - This is memorable largely because of who this was and not just how she smelled/tasted. Did you ever have that person you'd been crushing on forever; flirting off and on over the years, with nothing ever going to happen? AND THEN IT DOES. This specimen comes from that ilk. But in this case, it just took this one bad characteristic to shatter that fantasy. She always looked clean, put together very well (one of her selling points), every hair in place, makeup just right. But by the time I got down to it, I didn't care how hot she was. Her odor killed my appetite.

Bitter Vanilla - This one caught me by surprise. She was a goth chick, dyed hair, piercings, tats, and a penchant for rougher stuff. So it surprised me that she smelled of vanilla. I mean VANILLA in itself holds so much symbology. The sweetness was definitely inviting, and the shock of her bitterness was great. The sweet bean masked her true essence - and that was what was so great (creative I'd have to say). I've never experienced anyone as complex as she was. And finally for those of you who would like to work out a trade for services. While you know that I haven't had much luck with women going down on me, it's my hope that 'myspace' is palatable. For the record I drink a lots of water eat a ton of Pineapple.

[trashinaglass-archive]

Really?

Tom dating an edgy girl

Request: Is it okay if I can request fan’s reaction to Tom dating someone who is more edgy than they expected him to date? Tattoos and stretched ears and colored hair and cusses a lot? It’s a surprise because everyone expected him to date a sweet princess, which he replies “well she’s MY princess.”

A/n: I love this so much. That’s also such a Tom reply. Like I can literally hear him saying that with a “so shut your face”.

The girl I’m picturing for this is Mykie from Glam&Gore. She doesn’t have any tattoos but she is that girl so I’m going to base this on her- she’s a makeup artist on YouTube and the love of my life.

“Shit!” You yelled as you watched your bottle of adhesive fall on your floor, nothing you could do to save it with both your hands occupied. “That’ll be a bitch to clean up.”

You were currently filming a video for your YouTube channel, having a lot of fun turning yourself into a realistic Squidward.

“This has been a long process- I have so many pieces in front of me,” you said as you grabbed the nose that you made, holding it up to the camera. “That wasn’t the best first thing to pick up,” you thought out loud, noticing how it looked like a penis.

You began to glue the different pieces to your face, painting around them and putting your head-cap on. You held a small black brush in your hand when you heard your phone ding.

“Wonderful. Glad I can read this,” you said sarcastically, plastic covering the majority of your vision. You tried to read it before giving up, calling your friend over to read it to you.

“Tom said he’ll be here after stopping by Starbucks and asked if you want something,” he told you.

“Aw,” you said softly, appreciating the sweet gesture. “Tell him the usual and find a funny ‘thank you’ gif.” You went back to working before thinking about Tom and your relationship.

“Could you just imagine dating someone like me? Like you go to work early in the morning, kick your ass in the gym, be a bomb-ass Spider-Man, and then come home to this,” you said, looking straight into the camera and laughing at yourself. “Eyy baby,” you said jokingly, making kissy faces. You finished up your look and filmed the montage of it.

“Well that’s a look,” Tom said as he walked in on your filming.

“I thought it was a pretty one,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders.

“Yeah, Squidward looks great on you,” he chuckled.

“Thank you,” you said, posing sassily. “I’m gonna go take this shit off and edit this video because it has be up tomorrow. I love being a procrastinating bitch.”

“Have fun with that. I’m going to be in the other room reading this script,” Tom told you before taking a small pause. “I’d kiss you, but I’d really rather not.”

Your jaw dropped in shock at his words. “Bitch,” You said with a laugh. You couldn’t argue though, it wouldn’t be easy to do anyways. You removed the makeup in the bathroom and moved back to your office where you spent the rest of the day editing your video. It was posted the next morning and you quickly saw comments popping up on twitter and YouTube about you and Tom’s relationship.

“Wait... this is Tom’s girlfriend?”

“We’re all sitting here thinking Tom’s dating a girl like Zendaya but he pulled this bitch”

“Tom dating this goth girl instead of some princess, how ironic”

The last tweet was your favorite. The stereotypes that come from having fun with your appearance was crazy. There was no difference between you and any other girl. You smiled as you noticed a reply from Tom.

“Well she’s my princess. So shut your face😁”

You laughed at his reply and replied with a gif that said ‘hello my name is princess’. The comments quickly grew, seeing your and Tom’s replies. The majority of them were really sweet, defending you and saying that you and Tom are really cute together.

“Really?” Tom said as he found you sat at your computer. “I love how having colored hair and piercings and shit makes you goth. Maybe I should post that video of you freaking out over a lizard.”

“And ruin my reputation as an edgy bitch? No way,” you declined with a laugh. “They think I’m a tough chick, don’t expose me for the pussy I really am.”

“I don’t promise anything.” Tom leaned over you as you sat in your chair and kissed your lips. “I’m going to head to the gym.”

“Bye, Spiderman,” you said jokingly.

“See you later, princess.”

[ancientbooshartifacts]

White Wedding

Author: Beansidhe_Baby

Year: 2008

Rating: PG-13

Pairing:  Howard/Vince; Rudi/Spider; Anthrax/Ebola; Neon/Ultra; Naboo/Bollo; Saboo/Tony Harrison; onesided Old Gregg/Howard; Mr Susan/Sandstorm; the Hitcher/Old Gregg

Vince was having a minor make up crisis, there was a smear of mascara on his upper eyelid, on top of several layers of carefully blended eyeshadow. He sighed in exasperation and wiped his right eye clean and started again. This was supposed to be the best day of his life and the bloody eye makeup let him down at the last gasp. There was a soft knock at the door and Naboo came in without waiting for him to open the door. “I was sure I locked that,” Vince said, looking over his shoulder at Naboo. “I'm a powerful shaman, Vince. And there's a spare key on a hook out there,” he said flatly, “How's it going?” “I'm going to look like a slapper in my wedding photos, but, other than that, fan-bloody-tastic,” Vince muttered murderously at his own reflection. “We all think you're lovely,” said Naboo, in a rare moment of flattery. “Well I look like a lovely slag. Howard's parents are going to think he's gotten me pregnant or something...” “You're a man, Vince,” Naboo reminded him helpfully. “Oh yeah. Men still don't have babies, then?” “No.” ~-~-~-~-~-~- “Is this straight?” Howard asked anxiously, tugging at his bow tie. “No,” said Bollo without looking up from his magazine, “Vince a man.” “The tie, Bollo. Is the tie on straight?” Howard asked again. “Nobody look at you. Precious Vince radiant bride. Groom. Radiant bridegroom.” Bollo said off handedly, flipping through his magazine. “I don't want to let the side down. If this goes on crooked I'll have to look at Vince wincing at the photos every anniversary for the rest of my life.” “If Vince love you when you look like that, he won't care about ties” Bollo sighed, closed his mag and got up to fix Howard's bow tie for him. “Thanks Bollo,” Howard smiled nervously. “Break his heart and I'll kill you.” “Yes sir.” ~-~-~-~-~-~- “Bridegroom or groom?” Lester asked an empty patch of air next to the guest. “I'll find my own seat, squire,” the mysterious green gentleman said, brushing past the blind man. He meandered around the pews before sitting himself down beside a tall man with a large afro who was staring at a man with an equally strange hair style “relieving” himself in the vestry. “Which of the grooms are you with?” the green man asked him. Rudi turned around and seemed to see the other man for the first time. “I'm sorry,” he said quietly, “My mind was elsewhere.” “What's up with the dress then, son?” the Hitcher, for it was of course the manwitch himself, asked. “Actually, that's a common misconception, this is not a dress, it's the robe of th-” Rudi started to correct him before he was interrupted again. “So you a nonce then?” the Hitcher cut across him, with an ever decreasing amount of tact “I am above base sexual desires,” he sniffed. “Oh so he won't let you then?” “I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.” “Mexican bloke? Uglier than a sack of pigs anuses? He's here with you isn't he?” “Excuse me, I have to go and speak to... anyone else.” ~-~-~-~-~-~- “I don't trust them, they're stealing our look.” “They look nothing like us!” “Look at her with her bloody milky lens. She's wearing your face! Doesn't that get you pissed off at all?” “Getting me a bit randy actually.” “If you're unfaithful to me I'll kill her and make you eat her heart.” “Christ, you're hot when you're jealous.” ~-~-~-~-~-~- “Are they still staring?” “...no” “They are still staring, aren't they?” “...maybe” “Why are we here again?” “We promised Naboo.” “Bloody Naboo.” “Play nice, darling” “One double date with them and we're part of this bloody extended family of theirs.” “Free champagne at the reception though. And besides, everyone knows that sex after a wedding is the best. Except for the poor sods getting married obviously.” “Those electro girls are freaking me out. The little one keeps making stabby hand gestures.” “Little? She's the same height as you!” “Shut your mouth!” ~-~-~-~-~-~- Bryan Ferry was waiting to walk Vince up the aisle. He peeked around the corner at the crowded room. It seemed to be largely made up of scene kids looking fashionably bored, slightly nervous jazz fans and a much bigger selection of various monstrous beasts. In the corner a man made out of sandpaper was discretely chatting up a man made of chamois leathers and jay cloths. He was feeling nervous. He wanted to be back in the forest with trees surrounding him on all sides. He'd sniffed his son's mother-in-law to be, on the neck, and it had all gotten considerably awkward. That would be interesting at the brunch for the close family tomorrow morning. ~-~-~-~-~-~- Vince walked straight forward and all of a sudden, everything else fell away. He forgot about guest-lists and flower arrangements and his hair, and all he could fit into his world view was Howard waiting for him at the end of that long walk. He hadn't seen what Howard would be wearing, they'd decided that they'd already had three lifetimes share of bad luck resulting from broken traditions. He had actually worn a suit. He'd been threatening to wear a Hawaiian shirt and shorts and Vince had been only just sure that he was joking. Vince himself was wearing an elaborate lacy tunic over a pair of knee length leggings. He hadn't felt comfortable in either a morning suit or the white dress so he'd settled for some kind of a mix of the two. He wasn't sure if the result was genius or just bizarre. The way Howard was looking at him, he didn't think it mattered anymore. ~-~-~-~-~-~- “You may now kiss the bride...groom,” Dennis said finally and looked eagerly at the blushing newly-weds. Howard shyly kissed Vince on the lips and Vince threw his arms around his neck. A plaintive cry went through the church and they broke apart to see Old Gregg sobbing onto the Hitcher's shoulder. “Don't worry about him,” Vince whispered, seeing Howard's slightly guilty expression, “He'll get some cock afterwards. Everyone loves the broken hearted ex-girlfriend at a wedding.” “We never actually went out per se, Vince. He kidnapped me,” Howard replied quietly, into his husband's hair. “You look beautiful,” he said, cupping Vince's face in both hands. “You're not so bad, yourself,” Vince giggled, “Not as good as me, obviously, but I think Gregg won't be the only jealous bitch wishing me dead by the end of the night.” “Get in me wheelbarrow, you cheeky vixen.” “I was always in your wheelbarrow, Howard. I was just waiting for you to bloody notice.” They kissed again. ~-~-~-~-~-~- Naboo was dancing by himself in the middle of the floor, pulling focus from everyone else, including Bob Fossil (who no one could quite remember inviting). He was intermittently accosted by small groups of girls who would whisper in his ear. Each time he would shake his head and they'd walk off, looking deeply disappointed. He was off his tits on free champagne (which wasn't all that free, considering that he was paying for the bulk of this wedding) and a couple of twelve skins he'd smoked in the jacks. He noticed Howard and Vince cuddling, or possibly even canoodling, in the corner and suddenly thought that going over to them would be a fantastic idea. “Howard! Vince! You got married,” he smiled widely and hugged them both enthusiastically. “Why aren't you dancing, it's brilliant! All these girls keep asking me if I want to have a good time, but I'm already having a good time, what're they like? Hey, hey guys whose name are you taking? Or are you going to double bar it? Like Noir-Moon or Moon-Noir. Bollo doesn't have a last name, you know.” Vince was looking around desperately for the aforementioned ape to get Naboo to go and have a little lie down somewhere and Howard was looking at Naboo with concern. “Hey Howard,” Naboo leaned in conspiratorially, “I always liked you. You're a good man-thing-horse. Thing.” Howard patted him on the shoulder and he staggered over to one side. “How come the room's moving? Am I paying for a moving room?” he said before falling backwards into his familiar's arms. He looked up and giggled. Vince smiled at Bollo, who grunted shortly and led Naboo over to one of the couches around the periphery of the room. He lay him down gently and when he tried to leave, Naboo pulled him back, almost on top of him. ~-~-~-~-~-~- “Look at that idiot making a complete arse of himself. I tell you Saboo, it's an outrage!” “The only outrage here is that I was talking to a number of lovely ladies and then you insinuated yourself into the conversation and told them all that I was here with you!” “You are here with me. You're the designated driver, you're here with all of us. If you go off with some bird, who's going to get us back? Kirk? He's worse than Naboo! And I haven't exactly been on orange juice all night either.” “Are you trying to imply that you could operate an automobile if you hadn't been drinking yourself into oblivion? I would pay good money to see you even shift gears.” “What? This is an outrage! Who are you? Jeremy Clarkson?” “You had no right to let those girls think that I was shagging a testicle shaped balloon animal.” “As if, you couldn't have me even if you weren't a prize tit” “I could too, have you. You're aching for me.” “Somebody's dreaming.” “I COULD HAVE YOU TWELVE WAYS FROM SUNDAY, YOU KNOB!” ~-~-~-~-~-~- “Alright, I'm going to toss the flowers!” Vince called out before a tide of womenfolk materialised around him. In the front, jostling for position, the goth girls and electro girls were trying to look casual and unbothered by it. Neon and Anthrax were glaring at each other while Ultra and Ebola conveyed their exasperation to each other with a shrug and a wink. Beside them, Mrs. Gideon was preening and smoothing her hair. Somewhere in the middle of the sea of girls, Eleanor, was managing to make every single man in the room anxiously down drinks and pray. Howard looked at the throng of women treading on each other's toes and jabbing elbows into ribs, with horror. This looked like a riot in the making. Decades of feminism and “doing it for themselves”, whatever "it" was, went out the window in the face of a bride(groom) throwing a bunch of flowers. It was absurd! He thought he saw Old Gregg in there somewhere.... The bouquet arced through the air, over the heads of the crowd, and the room was filled with the sound of fifty women (or close approximations) breathing in sharply. The flowers landed, with a soft rustle, in a pair of small hands. Naboo looked down at the flowers in his hands and back up at the murderous glares of the disappointed women. His cheeks turned red and he looked down again before thrusting the flowers towards Bollo. “'Sfor you,” he muttered. Bollo starting to eat an orchid before looking at the shaman's shining eyes looking up at him. Oh. He swallowed nervously and the Orchis saccifera caught in his throat. Naboo patted him on the back until his familiar stopped choking and shyly took his hand. The crowd of females looked less inclined to riot and some were blowing their noses and dabbing their eyes genteelly. ~-~-~-~-~-~- In the back of the hired limo, Howard and Vince necked like teenagers after a dance. Or, like two people who had just gotten married. “Made it,” Vince sighed and nibbled Howard's ear lobe, sending a gust of warm air into his husband's ear. “Just about,” Howard agreed, kissing the inside of Vince's wrist. “I still think we should have eloped and gotten married by Bowie,” Vince said against Howard's throat. “Naboo would have killed me if I took you away and robbed him of organizing the party.” “Cheeky little jack of clubs. D'ya think he had that planned with the flowers?” “He looked pretty surprised. I think it might have been a happy accident.” “I didn't think much of those wedding cake dollies. I looked hideous!” “Well, don't say anything to Leroy or you'll hurt his feelings.” “Oh alright. Howard?” “Yes, little man?” “I love you.” “I love you too.” “Pity Bono had that other party to go to...” “Vince?” “Yes?” “Shut your face.”

[whatsleftofmyheartisstillgold]

ALRIGHT!

Since my old file broke, I made a new snow and the dwarfs. 

I completely randomized the kids and based their looks and personalities off that- 

(I fully randomized their traits & names)

SO here are the babies and Snow!

Snow is also a vampire this time ;) 

Oldest - Erik First set of twins - Atticus & Averie Second set of twins - Kassandra & Fiona (Cinderella)  Third set of twins - Larry & Mya

some funny stories with this-  Atticus came out very goth gay, like in one of my gay cc shirts, and had all kinds of makeup and he just- yes.  Av came out with bright pink hair, a 666 shirt, and a sassy look, and ended up an angler and a slow learner.  Then Larry and Mya... I tried turning their hair to normal looking hair for kiddos- but sims REFUSED to let me. So they ended up with very bright hair from a young age! Fiona came out with everything being a COMPLETE mess, so I kept her that way! I thought it was completely adorable to finally use some of my crazier kids stuff. 

Sexualites for the teens -  Erik - Straight  Att - Gay Av - Pansexual