#the oversized open shirt?? the red short shorts??? the sunglasses and necklace????

[skitskatdacat63]

[myloveforhergoeson]

ch 32 proof of life post

Princess Diana may have popularized the revenge dress, but Roxy theorized women had been using clothing as a means of retribution for ages because as she stared at the outfit she’d put together in the mirror of the Rocque Record’s wash room, she could hardly believe she owned such a deadly combination of items. 

Dressing with James in mind was one thing. Dressing to piss James off was something else entirely. 

The clothing was, at its core, armor… Or that’s what Roxy told herself when she slid on her oversized Hole t-shirt that morning and paired it with the shortest pair of shorts she owned. When it skirted a few inches down her thighs, it hardly looked like she was wearing anything underneath, save for the fishnets she was sure to add underneath her bottoms. 

Whenever they hung out in her room, it was easy to catch his eyes wandering to the hundreds of magazine cut out posters plastered across her boring beige bedroom walls. His gaze lingering on images of Avril Lavigne or Pete Wentz spoke volumes to his girlfriend, even if he’d turn right around and talk about more conventional celebrities. 

In addition to the clothes, she popped on her chunkiest gold earrings and bracelets, leaving her charm necklace dangling around the cut top of the shirt sliding off one of her shoulders, a pair of black boots from the back of her closet, and braided a purple bandana into her hair. Pairing it all with the smokiest eyeshadow and sharpest eyeliner she could, Roxy had felt confident enough to leave her apartment and walk to work alone, iPod shuffled on her Riot Grrrl playlist. After everything that had occurred last night, she wanted James to know exactly what he was missing out on until he wised up and apologized to her. 

But of course, this plan required them to be in the same room, which sounded less than appealing to the girl, who was almost sure she might break into tears at the sight of him again as she remembered all the horrible things they’d said to each other at the party the night before. 

It’s not like she’d been a saint to her friends either. The entire party had been a swirling vortex of bad vibes across the board. Roxy didn’t think any one of them had made it out of there feeling any better than they had before they’d attended. 

But, if her friends wanted her to be the bad guy - Take the fall for trying to heal her past pain and make nice with those who had hurt her - that was fine. She could be the bad guy. None of them had any clue how contentious she could be; The punk look might have been an act she put on playing shows with Brand New Day, but the attitude was something she’d learned over many, many years. 

An attitude she displayed openly, throwing the doors to recording room A open and strolling inside. There, she found Kelly and the boys looking through the glass into the studio, while Gustavo sat on one of the plush couches in the back of the room, brows furrowed and arms crossed tightly over his chest. The red paint on the walls matched the color growing on his face.

None of the boys spared her a glance as she moved to stand beside Kelly, though Kendall very obviously checked the black watch fastened around his wrist. Their assistant was over 20 minutes late to work. 

God, he’s so fucking annoying.

“Try a ‘G,’” she heard over the speakers, accompanied by some piano chords, and she realized there were more people present - Two men in the middle of the studio, one in casual clothing borrowing one of the many acoustic guitars Gustavo had on hand and the other in a royal blue suit sat at the large, grand piano. 

“Did you rent out the studio again?” Roxy asked, turning to face Kelly, who was sat behind the controls, as she popped her large, star-shaped sunglasses on her head and wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Because I’ve got some songs to work on and I really hate strangers in my workspace.” 

Maybe she could avoid working with the band all together if her words were cuttng enough.

She didn’t respond before the man in the suit countered, “No, how about no ‘G?’” over the speakers.

Messing with a few of the buttons in front of her, Kelly didn’t bother to look up as she shared, “That is Daryl and Jam Box. Rocque Records’ new songwriters.”

The assistant’s blood ran cold, goosebumps shooting up her arms. “Excuse me?”

Now it made a little more sense why her boss was sulking in the corner like a kid in time out.

The world of professional songwriters was vast, especially in one of the major music capitals of the world, and off the top of her head, Roxy could think of at least five songs the duo had written that had hit number one across various different music charts. Right now, Daryl and Jam Box were some of the best composers money could buy… As long as they stopped fighting long enough to bounce ideas off of each other. 

They’d been featured in a Pop Tiger article last month; Roxy had read it out loud as she was curled in James’ lap on the orange couch in 2-J, likening them to the Gallagher brothers.  

Before anyone could offer up a better explanation at the talent scout’s confession, Griffin popped up from behind the glass, giving her friends a good scare. If she hadn’t been so worked up about being in the small space with the band after their heated exchange and trying to understand why Big Time Rush needed new songwriters, she might have laughed as they nearly jumped out of their skin.

“I’m releasing a deluxe edition of your album!” The white-haired man announced, sweeping his arms in a wide arc as a bright smile pulled at his lips. “I want the bonus track to have a fresh new sound, especially since Miss Somerset is looking into expanding her horizons at Galactic Records.”

The assistant froze, her tight grip on the plastic handle of her guitar case causing her fingers to go numb as she felt every set of eyes in the room land on her. She had planned on telling them about the offer, once she stewed in her anger long enough and worked up the courage to apologize to Logan and Carlos for what she had said last night. Now, Griffin had robbed her of the chance to share her news, giving the boys one more reason to be upset with her. 

Someone cleared their throat, James, she was pretty sure, but no one said anything, waiting for her to expand on the CEO’s statement. 

“Who told you about that?” Roxy questioned, setting her guitar down and confirming his words, but not sharing any more on the subject than she had to. The only person she’d mentioned the job offer she’d received from Chelsea Northrop to was Dani, and they certainly weren’t dialing up the businessman to gossip over the phone like teenagers at a sleepover. 

Griffin’s toothly smile remained, “Corporate espionage is only illegal if you get caught! That’s why I have a handful of operatives at every major record label in the city.”

For a moment, Roxy weighed the pros and cons of reporting her boss to the FBI. That might make her decision to continue working for Rocque Records much easier to make. 

“Oh…” Logan said after a moment, high pitch tone indicating a hint of fear in his speech. “A deluxe album… That’s, um,” His eyes shifted to the assistant like he was going to say something, but he glanced away just as quickly. “That’s why Gustavo is pouting.”

It appeared as though he was ready to breeze past what Griffin had said about his assistant, but the other three boys looked his way, narrowed eyes and furrowed brows suggesting they didn’t feel the same. 

No one had the chance to voice their opinion, however, as the black leather couch Gustavo was sitting on squeaked as he shifted uncomfortably. Arms drew tight across his chest. “I’m not pouting! You’re pouting!”

Roxy definitely wasn’t pouting, but she did sense the telltale signs of anger begin to prickle under her skin. One of her hands ran down her bandana’d braid, and she noticed James turn in the complete opposite direction, palm wiping down his face. At the very least, she knew her outfit plan was beginning to get to him, and that somewhat quelled her ire as a small ounce of satisfaction swelled in her chest. 

“Everyone uses other songwriters, you two.” Somehow Griffin was in the control room with everyone now, appearing right at Gustavo’s side as the man continued to brood on the couch. “Katy Perry… Maroon 5… and Daryl and Jam Box are the hottest songwriters out there!”

On any other day, James would have been behind his girlfriend, hand snaking around her hip, breath ghosting the shell of her ear as he murmured how hot of a songwriter she was. Instead, all he had to say was, “…Aren’t they the ones who fight a lot?” 

He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the two men still engaging in a meaningless argument in the studio. Apparently, he didn’t have anything to say about his girlfriend’s possible new job development either.

“The song’s called ‘Wings of a Dove!’” Daryl shrieked, lifting his leg from the stool he’d been sitting on and kicking Jam Box square in the back, knocking the suit clad man off of the small black bench at the piano. 

Despite falling straight to the ground, in a matter of seconds, Jam Box was back on his feet, winding his hand back to throw a wicked right hook his partner’s way. “No, it’s called ‘Love from Above!’”

Now it was Daryl’s turn to be knocked from his seat, him and his guitar landing so hard the wooden floor the assistant could feel the impact in her bones. An empty hollow thud echoed from the guitar’s sound hole, ringing in her ears. 

At least when Gustavo and I fight, it’s about meaningful things…

“It needs more guitar!” Daryl fought back, picking up the instrument from where it had fallen off his lap. Once he regained his footing, he gripped the neck of the guitar and swung it at Jam Box’s head, sending him tumbling face down onto the ivory piano keys with an incredibly sour note, scratching at everyone’s ears. 

Back up in a flash, considering the two of them seemed to fight constantly, Jam Box lunged toward his partner, capturing him by the lapel of his jacket and threw him toward one of the red walls of the studio where Kelly had set up a nice refreshment table. “You need your morning coffee!”

With a crash, the table was broken in half, Daryl’s backside completely doused with the brown liquid and mashed breakfast pastries that had been present on the tabletop. 

As Daryl recovered, catching Jam Box around the arm and throwing him into the drum kit Gustavo had set up for the recording band, Roxy wondered if this truly was the most efficient method of songwriting with another person. She and Gustavo weren’t immune to getting into spats here and there, arguing about lyric placement or assigning parts to the boys quite often, but they hadn’t written a number-one record together quite yet. 

In fact, of the three songwriters in the room, she was the only one without a chart-topper to her name. Daryl, Jam Box, and Gustavo all seemed to wear their emotions on their sleeve, not quelling or holding anything back both inside and out of the writer's room. 

Huh… Maybe they’re on to something… The girl thought, glancing over to her friends who flinched the moment Daryl threw Jam Box’s face into the glass partition and dragged his cheek along the entire length of the window and back. 

Originally, she’d hoped to find some time to apologize to them for what she’d said last night to smooth over any hurt feelings… But that was at the expense of her own emotions as well. She was still upset with Kendall for yelling, furious with James for his insinuation that she was still into Mag. Poor Carlos and Logan had just gotten caught in the crossfire. And now at work, the company’s borderline insane CEO was trying to replace her, take away the job she’d been striving toward her entire life, all because she’d received an offer to work elsewhere. 

Maybe Griffin had expected her to start screaming her head off, pulling all her unrecorded songs out of her notebook, cramming the boys into the recording booth, and giving them a whole other b-side to their first album before the new songwriters could finish even one track. Scramble, prove her loyalty, and work twice as hard as ever before. 

Roxy had been through far too much in the last few days to play any more games. Again and again, she’d been thrown through the wringer; Going through the motions as other people’s words and actions dictated her overall mood and well-being.

Today was going to be a different story. 

I’m integral to this company. Roxy affirmed. Big Time Rush needs me. If they want me to stick around, they’ll fight for me.

Crossing her arms, mulling over her decision not to play into Griffin’s plan, she barely noticed the two songwriters roll themselves in a frenzy into the recording booth, and then, all the way into the control room. 

Roxy might have been mowed down entirely, had it not been for Carlos’ quick thinking and equally quick reflexes, allowing him to wrap his hand around her arm and jerk his assistant out of the small room as the sofa Gustavo had been taking refuge on was overturned. 

Now, with everyone out in the lounge area, the two men continued to tear each other apart, horrible sounds of crashes and bangs and booms filled their ears, leading Roxy to worry just how much she’d be expected to clean up later. 

Would Chelsea Northrop ever use me like a maid?

[himitsu-luna]

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*ﾟ—☆ Nct 127 - Fashion style they would be attracted to ☆—ﾟ*

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Obs 1 : I tried my best here, but I'm definetely not a fashion expert (I confirmed this while I was trying to choose the pics here T-T) ahhaahha this is just my personal opinion about this matter, so don't take it too seriously hehe

Obs 2 : please, don't worry if you don't match any style here, or if you don't match the style of your bias, or wherever the case is. Don't ever change who you are because of someone else, especially appearance wise. You are all precious gorgeous beautiful wonderful beans, and your authenticity and personality are the most important and sexy thing, yeeeyy!!

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✧~♪ Taeil

Taeil would be attracted to someone that seems to prioritize comfort over beauty, but that also knows how to coordinate their looks. They appear clean, fresh, simple, cute, and also mature. This person may not stand out for the majority of people, but that's exactly what calls Taeil's attention. They're someone who looks approachable, huggable and friendly.

Overall elements: Light colors, sneakers, caps, oversized clothes, cute details, hoodies, too long sleeves, plain shirts, cardigan

✧~♪ Johnny

Johnny would be attracted to someone who looks simple yet elegant. This person emanates a certain duality in the way they dress. They are warm but also intimidating in a degree. They are cute but also mature. This person looks comfortable and confident in their own skin, and are proud of their style.

Overall elements: Long coats, neutral and earthy colors, plaid patterns, turtleneck, opened buttons, tattos, sunglasses

✧~♪ Taeyong

Taeyong would be attracted to someone who expresses themselves through the way they dress. Someone who clearly uses some creativity on choosing and combining their clothes would call his attention. It can be super simple and also super elaborated. This person looks free, clever, enthusiastic, innovative.

Overall elements: Urban streetwear, lots of accessories, a personal touch to the clothes, patches and pins, a variety of models of hats, nice shoes

✧~♪ Yuta

Yuta would be attracted to two extremes: the cool and the cute. He would love the sharp, j-rock, edge style, because it is close to his own style. But the cute style would attract him too, because he also likes to be around cute people. An innocent look that opposes his style would be interesting for him. But even the cute for him would be kinda bold.

Overall elements: Painted nails, dyed hair, piercings, tattoos, silver accessories, bold and sexy dresses, cute dresses, Black + red combination

✧~♪ Doyoung

Doyoung would be attracted to an elegant person. That type of person who looks like they got out of a fashion magazine. A clean, simple and sophisticated look, without much information to process, but you see that every single detail of it was carefully planned.

Overall elements: turtleneck, long coats and pieces in general, neutral colors, shirts, glasses, casual clothes, leather (fake leather, pls)

✧~♪ Jaehyun

Jaehyun would be attracted to two main styles : fancy/sexy and sporty. A chic and sensual person, with a cool but also romantic aura around them would make Jaehyun interested. He would like the sporty style too, because it would give him the idea of being active and healthy.

Overall elements: simple black shirts and T-shirts, sweatshirt, silk, satin, golden accessories

✧~♪ Winwin

Winwin would be attracted to a classy simple style, with some cutesy air to it. Overall plain clothes, without any patterns, clean, soft, that don't look overwhelming, that gives him a peaceful, modest, calm and angelic energy.

Overall elements: flowy dresses, ribbons, suits and coats, big bags, Olive/Brown/Gray/Blue tones

✧~♪ Jungwoo

Jungwoo would be attracted to a cute and simple style. He would like someone who looks fun, goofy, bright, cool, nice. This person just emanates sweet and playful energy, and seems to have lots of sugar rushes and cute quirks.

Overall elements: pastel colors, fruit patterns, Cartoon shirt, shorts, sweaters, ponytails, light jeans

✧~♪ Mark

Mark would be attracted to a simple yet fun and fashionable style. They look brilliant, lively, positive, wholesome, creative. They are cool, maybe the coolest person you know, but they don't seem to realize it.

Overall elements: Layers, jeans, jackets, caps and beanies, hoodies, cool tones+warm tones combination, sneakers, backpack

✧~♪ Haechan

Haechan would be attracted to a cute + elegant style. He would like someone who looks all bold and, with a blink of an eye, looks all adorable, and nothing actually really changed in their appearance.

Overall elements: stripes, shirts, sweaters, fluffy coats, necklaces, high waisted pants and skirts

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[thearvariblues]

And They Were Roommates - Chapter 2

Previously | Masterpost

2 – Put It Back Where It Belongs

“I said I didn’t want coffee, Jaskier,” Aiden sighed, pushing his dark sunglasses further up on his nose.

“Of course you do, darling. No offense, but you look like Death personified.”

“Yeah, I feel like I’ve already died,” Aiden murmured, accepting the paper cup from Jaskier with a frown. “Is there any chocolate in it?”

“No, of course not. I know how much you hate it,” Jaskier grinned.

“Oh, good,” Aiden smiled, taking a sip.

“There’s a shit-ton of caramel, though,” Jaskier finished.

Aiden made a face, but took another sip. His hangover really was killing him.

“I hate you sometimes,” he said. “Is this really a good idea, by the way?”

“What, to have a coffee on our way to Geralt’s?”

“To go to Geralt’s,” Aiden elaborated. “I mean, he still hasn’t texted you back.”

“Yeah, but Geralt’s always glad to see me.”

“I should hope so, considering that he’s gonna see you every fucking day for the rest of his life,” Aiden chuckled, wincing when a stray ray of sunshine found its way around the rim of his sunglasses and into his eyes. “Fuck me, I should have taken those painkillers.”

“Told you so,” Jaskier said, sipping his frappe. “Look, don’t be nervous about it. Lambert doesn’t bite, as far as I know. He’s just a little... grumpy.”

“I don’t blame him. I’d be grumpy if two idiots broke into my apartment totally unannounced.”

“I’ve announced us, love. I texted Geralt.” Jaskier rolled his eyes. “But Lambert’s kind of always grumpy.”

“So nice of you to force me to live with him, then.”

“Aiden, I’m not… forcing you to do anything. I’m just asking you, very nicely, to meet Lambert and see if you, perhaps… could share an apartment, that’s all.”

“You know, judging by what you’ve already told me, I don’t think I want to be anywhere near him, let alone share an apartment,” Aiden sighed when Jaskier unlocked the door of Geralt’s apartment building. “You said he really was an asshole.”

“He is, but…” Jaskier shrugged. “Look, I met Geralt after his divorce, I admit, but he’s told me, countless times, that he wouldn’t have made it through that if it wasn’t for his brothers. Eskel and Lambert.”

“So the asshole knows how to act like a normal human being when someone’s whole world is falling apart. Amazing.”

“Well, it can’t be said about most men I know,” Jaskier chuckled, calling the elevator.

“Fair point,” Aiden admitted. “So, is there anything else I should know about this… Lambert?”

“He’s straight, I’m afraid,” Jaskier sighed and stepped into the elevator.

“Fuck. Jaskier,” Aiden whined. “You know what I told you about straight guys!”

“Relax, babe. He’s not… like that. He’s not, you know, straight. He just doesn’t sleep with anyone but women, that’s all. He’s not gonna judge you, I promise.”

“So he’s an asshole but he’s, in fact, a pretty decent guy, too?”

“Well… he certainly is pretty,” Jaskier nodded as they stepped out of the elevator. “Yeah, trust me, him being straight is better for you. At least you won’t be tempted.”

“Tempted?” Aiden frowned. “Why would I be tempted?”

Jaskier chuckled, pushing his key into the keyhole of Geralt’s apartment.

“Oh, my sweet summer child…”

*

“Lambert.”

Lambert groaned and shook off the hand on his shoulder.

“Lambert, wake the fuck up.”

“Piss off,” Lambert mumbled, burying his face into the pillow.

“Shit… Lambert!”

It was the urgency in Geralt’s voice that made Lambert actually open one eye – a decision which he immediately came to regret when he felt a stab of pain shoot through his eye and straight into his brain. He moaned.

“What the actual fuck, Geralt?” he moaned. “Let me sleep, for fuck’s sake.”

“I’d love to, but we’re in trouble. Big, big trouble.”

“Have you set the kitchen on fire again?”

“No, but–”

“Is there an alien invasion?”

“No–”

“A psychotic serial killer on the loose in the building?”

“Not as far as I know, but–”

“Great. I don’t care, then. Good night, Geralt,” Lambert murmured, burying his face back into the pillow.

Which, as he realized, wasn’t really his pillow but a cushion, which probably meant he’d spent the night on their couch.

Oh, well, it wasn’t the first time.

“Lambert!”

“What?!” Lambert whined.

“Jaskier texted. Twenty minutes ago.”

“Mhm. Look, Geralt,” Lambert said, yawning. “I know you’re still awed or whatever the fuck that the little piece of shit not only acknowledges your existence but also loves you back, which I still find totally astounding, by the way, but you don’t need to inform me whenever he texts you, thank you very much.”

“Well, he texted me he’s on his way here.”

“Still don’t care, just try not to be too loud this time, you know Mrs. Nenneke doesn’t like it.”

“He’s on his way here with Aiden.”

Lambert groaned, opening his eye again.

“And who the fuck is Aiden?”

Geralt sighed. He looked like shit, Lambert noticed, his hair tousled, his face pale, eyes unfocused, wearing nothing but his black boxer shorts. He looked as if he’d spend the night on the couch, too. Well, it also wouldn’t be the first time.

“Jaskier’s roommate.”

Lambert sighed and sat up with a groan.

“Fucking awesome. Let me guess. Jaskier just happened to be telling this… Aiden about him having to move out at the same fucking time you were telling me about you moving out of here, am I right?”

“Well, I can’t guarantee it was at the same time, but…”

“Stop the bullshit, Geralt, or I’m gonna shove it so far up your arse that even Jaskier won’t be able to find it,” Lambert growled. “What did he text you, exactly?”

“Ugh,” Geralt observed, unlocking his phone. “On my way to your place with Aiden. Have had the bestest of ideas, explain when we get there.”

“Oh, go to hell, you and your bard,” Lambert murmured, rubbing his aching eyes. “So he wants to make me live with this Aiden, right?”

“Why do you think–”

“Because it’s fucking obvious, Geralt, to everyone with more than two brain cells.”

“It doesn’t seem obvious to me.”

“Yeah, I thought so.”

“I… Lambert!” Geralt said, offended.

“When did he text you again?” Lambert asked.

“Twenty minutes ago.”

“And… Just remind me, how long it takes to get from Jaskier’s place to ours?”

“Uhm… Twenty minutes with a stop for coffee.”

A key rattled in the door.

“Oh,” Lambert said. “Fucking fantastic.”

*

When Aiden stepped into the apartment, he immediately thought he’d died and went straight to heaven.

Not because Geralt was standing there in the middle of the living room wearing nothing but his boxers, no. Aiden was used to seeing Geralt like this whenever he stayed for the night, and honestly, Geralt was never quite his type – close, right, but not exactly it.

But then there was the other guy in the room. Tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, wearing only a pair of sweatpants with at least three holes in them – and he was only counting the big ones. The guy was pale and… all the gods help Aiden… ginger.

Now, Aiden had a thing for gingers. He didn’t need his boyfriends to have red hair, of course, but it was a nice bonus.

All in all, this guy was precisely Aiden’s type.

And, logically, it simply had to be the infamous Lambert.

The infamous, straight Lambert.

Aiden felt his mouth go dry.

Oh, no, this wasn’t heaven.

It was hell.

*

Lambert should have expected something like this, of course.

Not the fact that Jaskier would simply barge in with this Aiden at nine in the fucking morning on a Saturday, no. That was totally unpredictable and extremely annoying, no matter how much Geralt always tried to convince Lambert that Jaskier’s unpredictability was endearing or something.

But he absolutely should have expected Aiden to be looking… that way.

The… guy? Lambert settled for a guy in his mind, at least until proven otherwise. The guy was wearing a long black skirt, an oversized dark blue T-shirt which he had tucked into said skirt and way too many gold necklaces and pendants. His brown hair was cut into a style Lambert was pretty sure was called a pixie cut, since Geralt’s fourteen-year-old daughter Ciri had spent her last visit here trying to convince Geralt to allow her to have her hair cut exactly like this.

And then there was the black eyeliner, of course. The black eyeliner is a must, after all.

Lambert blinked and tore his eyes away from the guy or gal or whatever the fuck when he realized that Jaskier was talking.

(Lambert had long since learned to tune Jaskier out a little. He liked the guy, all right, but it was better for his mental health to at least partially ignore him from time to time.)

Before Lambert could start focusing on what Jaskier was saying, Geralt walked up to his boyfriend and gave him a kiss. Lambert groaned.

“I know, I’m sorry, I was sleeping. Next time, you’d better call, love,” Geralt smirked. “Wait a sec, I’m just gonna get dressed. Lambert?”

“You need my assistance or what?” Lambert chuckled. “I don’t think Daffodil would like that.”

“Dandelion, Lambert, it’s Dandelion,” Jaskier said, rolling his eyes, a tiny smile on his lips. This was a game they had been playing for a while. “And I think Geralt was kindly suggesting that you should also go and get dressed into… something more appropriate.”

“Nah, I’m good, thanks,” Lambert shrugged, getting to his feet.

“You’re scaring your potential new roommate,” Geralt said.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Lambert grinned. He took three steps to Aiden, winked and grabbed a coffee cup from his potential roommate’s unresisting fingers. “Hey. I’m Lambert.” He took a sip of the coffee and immediately came to regret it. “Jesus Christ. There’s more sugar than actual coffee in this shit.”

“Hey!” Jaskier protested. “It’s not that bad!”

“Right. It’s worse,” Lambert nodded, taking a long swig from the cup before returning it to Aiden. “Ugh. Disgusting.”

“I know, right?” Aiden chuckled.

“That’s enough,” Geralt growled, grabbing Lambert’s shoulder. “You’re going to get dressed. Right fucking now.”

“Do I have to? I mean, it would be a sin to cover my body with… Ouch! All right, all right, I’m going, no need to be so pissy, Geralt. Fuck’s sake, let go of me you fucking moron…”

*

Five minutes later, Lambert was sitting in the armchair dressed in black jeans and a very fitting black T-shirt and Aiden, quite honestly, thought it was even worse than those sweatpants he had been wearing before.

In those sweatpants, he looked like a hot mess.

Like this, he was just hot.

So he was sitting there, sipping a Red Bull and watching Aiden in the opposite armchair with a cocky smile on his face.

Aiden opened his own can of the energy drink (which was, quite surprisingly, offered to him by Lambert himself) and matched Lambert’s smile with his own.

“All right, boys and whatevers,” Jaskier chimed in. “We’ve gathered here today–”

“This isn’t a fucking wedding, Jaskier,” Lambert grunted. “And we didn’t gather. You just fucking invited yourself in to force a roommate on me.”

“You do need a roommate, Lambert,” Geralt replied.

The two lovebirds were sitting on the couch, their limbs already entangled.

“All right. As you wish,” Lambert shrugged. “So tell me, Aiden, why do you want to be my new best friend?”

“Lambert,” Geralt sighed.

“I honestly don’t,” Aiden chuckled. “And honestly, I’m not even sure I want to live with you. It’s just that Jaskier insisted on dragging me here.”

“Aiden!” Jaskier groaned.

“And why wouldn’t you want to live with me, eh?” Lambert said, cocking his eyebrow. “You know, if you’re afraid of that, I can totally accept the fact that you’re…”

“Non-binary?” Aiden chuckled.

“I was gonna say a weirdo,” Lambert said with a playful smirk.

Oh, so that’s how you want to do it, Aiden thought.

“Are you?” he said, ignoring Jaskier’s protests. “I don’t know, Lambert. I’m not sure I can accept the fact that you’re one of those… soulless gingers.”

“Wow.” Lambert placed a hand on his heart and sighed. “This brings back memories of my childhood. You know, that’s what my dear departed father used to call me, may he rot in hell.”

“Jeez, slow down. It’s a bit early in our relationship to reveal your tragic past, don’t you think?”

“Nah, I think everything should be out in the open from the beginning. For example, what’s really underneath your skirt, Aiden?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Aiden chuckled. “Better yet, wouldn’t you like to see? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Will you? All right then,” Lambert nodded, standing up and reaching for the zipper of his pants. “I’m warning you, though, you might not be ready to face the glory of my mighty dick.”

“I assure you that I have seen dicks mightier than yours, my dear.”

“You think so? Wait for it, babe.”

“All right, all right!” Geralt said. “Lambert, zip up those pants or so help me!”

“You afraid Jaskier’s gonna choose me when he sees the true beauty of my manhood?”

“I’ve already seen it and, quite honestly, it’s not that impressive,” Jaskier shrugged. “Geralt’s right. Put it back where it belongs. Right now.”

“Yes, mummy,” Lambert grunted, rolling his eyes. “Ugh. You two are no fun.”

“I honestly don’t understand your definition of fun,” Jaskier sighed.

Lambert glanced at Aiden, who was currently busy choking with laughter. The redhead grinned.

“All right, whatever,” he said. “I’ll take…”

He raised a questioning eyebrow at Aiden.

“Him,” Aiden said helpfully.

“Him, right. Thank fuck,” Lambert nodded. “I’ll take him.”

“I’m… starting to think this wasn’t such a good idea,” Jaskier gulped when Aiden grinned.

“Quite the opposite, Daisy. It was probably the best idea you’ve ever had,” Lambert said.

“It’s a deal, then,” Aiden nodded. “Nice to meet you, roommate.”

“To living together, weirdo,” Lambert laughed, raising his can of Red Bull.

“Right,” Geralt sighed. “We’re fucking doomed.”

[thebestworstidea]

Animal Skin

@dukeceitweek day 5 Intrusive Thoughts/Lying

pairings: Janus/ Remus, Roman/Virgil

Warnings: vampires, shapeshifters, blood, lying, sexy thoughts, unbeta’d

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The first time Janus saw him, he thought he looked perfect.

It was a strange thought. 

No one was perfect, and no matter how good he looked in tight cut off shorts that barely contained his bountiful ass. No one was perfect with a wild fringe of hair, streaked liberally with silver highlights against the dark brown. Especially not with a haircut that looked like a mullet and an undercut had had a mongrel baby. His shirt which rode up when he danced, featured a sparkly decal of the Count from Sesame Street, and the fishnets that disappeared into worn Doc Martins that had clearly been colored with acid green spraypaint were sparkly.

He was a disaster, and he was perfect.

But Janus didn’t live as long as he had by courting disaster. So he turned away, even as his eyes lingered on the edge of a pectoral when the other man raised his hands as he danced.

The disaster’s name was Remus, he learned. 

It wasn’t as if Janus went looking for the information (he had), but their brothers had met at the same club, and had too much fun arguing not to become friends. Despite Roman’s claims that they were fraternal twins, not identical, they bore more than a siblings resemblance to each other, with the same liquid hazel eyes, cupid’s bow lips, and smooth dark skin lightly dusted with body hair. Roman, however, was not a disaster. He was more elegant, enjoying a more classic look, softening tailored suits by forgoing ties, and leaving the hollow of his throat exposed, shirt held closed with a necklace instead.

“Two buttons is kind of slutty,” Roman told him one evening, as they compared fashion. “But one? That’s just enticing.” 

Virgil scoffed at his friend’s pronouncement. But then he liked softer, informal looks generally swimming in oversized hoodies and soft, unfitted shirts. He wouldn’t even wear skinny jeans, even though he liked the look. Frankly, he was kind of upset Tripp pants had gone out of fashion, and still wore them from time to time, a fact that both his brother and Roman ribbed Virgil for frequently. 

“So what does that make your brother?” Janus asked, as a vivid image of the last time he’d seen Remus popping into his head- he’d been wearing a vest and tie without a shirt, and leather pants that laced up the side with multiple shoelaces instead of their original cord. He’d never considered the existence of butt side boob, but it now lived as they said, rent free in his head.

Roman tipped his head back giving a huffing growl.

“A penance I must endure.” Roman shook his head, thick dark hair bouncing as he did. “You’ve seen him”

“Once or twice.” he lied. It was more like every time he could, he couldn’t look away, and every time left him with more images that would surface without warning.

“He’s hard to miss.” Roman sighed. 

“So are you.” Virgil teased, spreading his fingers as he examined his drying polish. 

“Perhaps but I am a treat.” he took Virgil’s other hand and carefully began on it. 

“You’re not a snack, you’re barely an horderve.” 

 Roman gave an offended gasp, and wiggled a finger in his friend's face. 

“How dare you-” he started, and Virgil snapped playfully at the finger.

“Less than a mouthful.” 

“Virgil.” he said sharply, tapping his shoe against his brother’s foot. Virgil turned on him, lip lifting from the corner of his mouth. Janus tipped his head pointedly, his eyes opening just a trifle larger. Virgil’s snarl dropped, and a faint flush made itself visible, stark on his unnaturally pale skin. He picked up his sunglasses and hid behind them. 

“Aw, it’s okay my fair emo.” Roman teased. “I’m not really insulted, I know you love me.” 

“It’s stockholm syndrome.” Virgil grumbled, and Janus snorted, moving his foot away, and looking at his phone. Looking at his phone, because his mind filled with images of Remus again, some of them dressed up to match Janus’s dapper suits, and some dressed down, wild and sweaty and naked. He gave his head a shake and looked at the calendar app on his phone. 

It was fine. 

Everything was fine.

“Will I see you two at the club tomorrow?” Roman asked as he left. 

“No, family thing.” Janus answered, staring at his calendar. 

“Boo-” Roman pouted, and turned to Virgil. “Sure I can’t tempt you away?” 

“Nah I’m good. I’ll text you.”

“Then I await the gifts your fingers give me.” Roman purred at him, and cheekily turned away, getting into his car. Virgil watched it until it disappeared around the bend of the driveway.

“Less than a mouthful, huh?” Janus teased.

“Stop~” Virgil whined, covering his face with both hands. 

“So you’ve been thinking about devouring him?”

“Maybealittle.” he blurted out. “He’s just so… fragrant.”

“How can you tell under that cologne of his?”

“I just can.” 

“We have to be careful, Virgil.” Janus said genuinely worried. “If we aren’t we’ll have to go home permanently, and you don’t want that. Neither of us do.”

“I know.” he snapped. “I just… want.”

“Can’t relate.” Janus lied.

It was midafternoon when Virgil discovered that Roman wasn’t answering his texts because he’d forgotten his phone, the device having slid between the couch cushions. 

“I’m just going to run it over real quick.” He told Janus.

“I don’t think it’s a-”

“Calm down,” Virgil rolled his eyes. “You know I’m careful. I’ll be back in plenty of time. I bet he’s tearing his house and car apart like the princess looking for the pea.” 

Janus grumbled, fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt. 

“Fine. Be careful.”

“Oh please.” Virgil flipped his hood up and headed out. After a few moments, Janus heard the garage door open, and Virgil’s car drive away. 

He immediately began pacing. It wasn’t as if he was worried. Virgil was very conscientious and even more careful than he was.  

Worrying would be ridiculous.

Time ticked by, and Virgil didn’t return- or answer his texts. Janus got into his own car, and might have sped a little bit (or more than a little) as he went over to the duplex the twins shared.  By the time he got there, the sun was starting to set. Virgil’s car was parked outside, so he was still there.They had to go. He knocked sharply on Roman’s door.

“Hey hey-” the other door opened, and there was Remus, wearing yoga pants and a tank top which frankly should have been illegal in Janus’s opinion, never mind that it was the most banal thing he’d ever seen the man wearing, though he was still wearing eye makeup, smoky shadow and silver eyeliner “As entertaining as it would be to me to watch you cockblock my bro, give ‘em a little privacy huh?”

“What?” Janus demanded. “What are you-”

“Look, you’re the crescent to your bro’s full moon and I’m digging it-” Remus pointed out, “But you gotta let the boy get some, and my bro’s been gone on that for months.” 

“How do you even know who I am?” Janus retorted sharply. “We’ve never spoken.”

“I like to keep my eyes on the hottest people ‘sides me in the club.” Remus retorted, flashing his white teeth. “So you would be on my radar even if Ro-bro’s blood wasn’t boiling over your brother. C’mon in, we can have a drink and do hot girl stuff-” 

“No.” He raised his hand and went to knock again. Remus caught his wrist. Janus’s heart jumped in his chest, and his head swam at the cool touch of skin on skin. Images of that touch elsewhere on his skin danced through his mind at breakneck speed. Lies aside, he wanted,and he wanted badly, and tonight was no different and much worse all at once. He yanked his hand from a struck-seeming Remus and forwent knocking again, actually forcing the door open. A waft of musk hit his nose as he did, thick and heady.

“Now hold up-” Remus started, shaking himself from his stupor, and Janus growled at him flashing his own teeth in a much less attractive fashion. 

“Virgil~!” he called in a sing song, stepping inside the dim interior. “You’re late~! We have to go.” He cocked his head and sniffed the air. Where was he? Damn it, the smell of Remus crowding in behind him was distracting, even with the musk clouding the air. He whirled and Remus got a facefull of braids and beads. The scrunch of his nose and the curl of his mustache’d lip was not hot, damn it. 

“Back off-” he demanded. “I just need to pick up my brother, we can talk again later, and I truly am sorry for intruding like this-” he made the mistake of putting his hand forward, palm pressing against his chest, fingers brushing the curl of body hair that peeked out of Remus’s tank top. ‘Nice’ his brain insisted, and threw up more images. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t gotten a look at the rest of the body hair before. Then he heard a noise- a whimper maybe, and the musk was tinged with blood. He leapt for the stairs.

“Fuck!” Remus said behind him and the front door slammed shut. That didn’t matter, because someone was hurting his brother.The door was just an obstacle, just like the one in front of him that crashed open. 

“What the heck!” Roman said, turning eyes wide. Virgil stared over his shoulder, fingers dug into the other man’s bare back. There were beads of blood appearing under his nails, but that wasn’t the source of the smell. 

“Let go of him!” Janus snarled like his teeth were too big for his mouth. 

“No.” to his surprise it was Virgil who answered, not Roman. Roman to his credit, did sit up a little before being stopped by Virgil’s hands.

“We have to go.” Janus said, carefully enunciating every word. 

“You go.” Virgil retorted shortly. Roman licked his too red mouth, and smiled a little sheepishly. 

“I know this is kind of a shock-” he started. “But Janus, listen.”

“No.” 

“My turn.” came Remus’s voice right behind his ear, and a hand slid up, under his chin, cupping the bare skin, as an arm slid around his waist. Janus’s knees went weak as his mind flooded with images, not of Remus’s form, but of his own, in a way he’d never found appealing before. Janus knew he was good looking but he’d never- he didn’t find himself attractive. These thoughts weren’t his. “Oooh boy.” He felt Remus’s face press to his shoulder, and he moaned.

“Don’t hurt him-” Janus heard Virgil snap. 

“He isn’t, my love, I promise, he’s just distracting him.” Roman murmured soothingly. 

Janus’s knees gave out. 

“Fucking vampires.” he growled. He knew where he was, he could feel the carpet under his knees, but his mind was flying.

“That is one sexy pot calling a kettle black.” Remus muttered, having followed him down to the floor. He sniffed at Janus’s hair. “Fuck, I’ve never smelled anything like this.” 

“We’re not that special.” Virgil grumbled, grabbing his shirt from the floor. “Just shapeshifters.” 

“You ain’t special, moony.” Remus retorted. “But fuck.” He shuddered.  “Gonna let go. Don’t try and kill my bro, ‘kay? Fuck head got cream carpet. Who does that?” Slowly the hand slid away, and Remus’s arm released his waist. He could feel him backing off, and heard when he collided with the wall.

“Virgil-” Janus whined, shaking off the feeling of running that he’d been floating it when Remus’s skin touched his. “We have to go-”

“I’m fine, Janus, I promise.” Virgil grabbed his brother’s hands and hauled him to his feet. “Roman- he helped, it was…” he reached for words and they failed him. Janus stuck his nose in the crook of Virgil’s neck and groaned. He could smell his brother’s blood. 

“He bit you. He put his fucking fangs in your neck.” 

“He asked first.” 

“Gonna kill him.”

“Maybe we should get going.” Virgil put his hand in Janus’s braids, stroking soothingly. Roman sighed wistfully. “Can it you sap, he’s all full of the moon, and it’s going to rise soon. Which is exactly why I wasn’t supposed to stay.” 

“They’re going to kill us.” Janus grumbled and straightened up. He forced his anger down. The moon wasn’t up yet. They might make it if they hurried. 

“Where do you need to go?” Remus asked. 

“What?”

“I mean, I’m guessing it ain’t too far or pretty boy would have shown up earlier.” 

“The state park next to our house.” Virgil answered. “We usually walk.” 

“Bitchin.” reaching out, Remus grabbed a pair of Romans shoes and shoved them onto his bare feet. “You still smell like blood and lust, Ro. You stay here and we can have a great chat later”

“Remus, please.” Roman protested, huffing. 

“You dumb bitches can muddle your scents all you want later, but right now, they’ll whiff you out.” he got to his feet. “I’ll drive you guys back. Neither of you are in a state to drive.” He looked sheepishly down at Janus. “Sorry man, I really did think they were just fucking.” 

“What did you do?” Janus asked. He kept a hold of Virgil and his brother led him back downstairs. His skin felt too tight, like he’d forced a shift at a wrong time, it made his clothes almost hurt. He could hear and smell Roman trailing along behind them. 

“Empathic imagery. Kinda like psychometry.” he scratched at his hair. “People have to have the right kind of brain for it, but when I touched you I got some imagery from you, so-”

“You saw that?” Janus squeaked. 

“Yep!”

“Virgil, I’ve changed my mind.” he deadpanned. “Please kill me. I want to go ruining Roman’s rug.” 

Roman made an offended noise. Remus’s cackle of laughter almost drowned it out as he opened the door to the pink-gold of sunset. 

“Never said it was a bad thing.” Remus gave a wink, displaying that at some point he’d gotten Janus’s keys off of him. “We can totes get back to that later.” 

Roman dove in and stole a kiss from Virgil, tucking his hoodie around his shoulders. Janus was too mortified to take a swing at the vampire, and let Virgil shove him into the back seat. 

“I had it handled you know.” Virgil muttered to him as the car zipped off. 

“You could have messaged me.” Janus retorted. 

“Yeah, that would have gone over great. ‘Getting the moon fucked out of me by a vampire, see you tomorrow’” 

Janus growled and wiggled out of his jacket. 

“I think you’re jealous.”

“Virgil, you’re my brother and I love you, and I also love my car, which is why I am not tearing you to pieces right now. You have complicated everything, you’ve exposed us and you’re fucking a vampire.” 

“Not yet.” Virgil mumbled petulantly under his breath. 

“Argh!” snarled Janus at the ceiling, yanking his tie loose. The car pulled over suddenly. “We’re not home.”

“Nope, but we are in the park.” Remus retorted. There was hardly any light in the sky. “I’ll drop your car off and get back on my own.” 

“Why should I trust you?” Janus demanded, as Virgil opened the door and got out on the side away from the road. 

“Well, it ain’t a ringing endorsement, but I’ve had those thoughts kickin’ around my head for a while. Just didn’t know how to approach you. You’re uh. A little intimidating, even for me. I mean it’s not like I give a shit about most things, but you could unhinge your jaw and swallow me whole and I wouldn’t even mind.” 

Janus couldn’t smell any of the sourness that he’d associate with someone lying. 

“Alright then.” He stepped out and tossed his shirt into the back seat as Virgil did the same thing, pale body stepping into the woods, before disappearing into a smaller flash of white- a owl leapt into a tree. 

“Oh man, Ro’s going to be so jealous I saw all that.” Remus laughed to himself. Then he stopped looking over at Janus. His eyes dipped down, then came back up to Janus’s face. “Wait, I thought you guys were werewolves?” 

“I don’t think I ever said that.” Burning off energy, Janus flashed through his favorite forms- a full grown anaconda, a raven, a huge house cat and then finally ended up as a large black fox, amber eyes similar to his human ones. 

“Fuck you’re pretty.” Remus breathed. “So, dinner sometime?” he said, crouching down to look the fox in the eye. “Mice looks like it’s on the menu across the board, or we could hit the sushi bar?” 

Foxes weren’t really suited to rolling their eyes, so Janus rolled his entire head before following Virgil into the woods.

“That’s not a no!” Remus called cheerfully. 

Fuck. Well, if his life was a disaster anyway, Janus might as well date one.

[sometimes-love-is-enough]

Character sheets and illustrations for @kieraelieson‘s @ts-storytime Big Bang story, Searching For Home! I’m very, very glad that I jumped in to pinchhit for her, because doing all this art has been an absolute blast. 

Click on those bad boys for full size and details.

[image description: Below cut, due to length.

The first three images are digital art  showing 'profiles' of the various characters - with one full-body illustration to the far left with their names next to them, and various smaller illustrations of them to the right.

First image:

1: 'Dee' - a medium-height man with shoulder-height wavy brown hair. His skin is light brown, and his ears are pointed. The right side of his face are covered in a dotted pattern, and he winks mysteriously at out at the viewer. He is wearing a long black cloak with bright golden highlights, and his arms are lightly crossed beneath it. Underneath it, he has a plain brown suit and long pants. He is barefoot.  Next, a shot of Dee from behind displays that his cloak has a long gap in the back. He is glancing over one shoulder at the viewer. Handwritten text next to this reads 'back of cloak is also open to make room for wings' An illustration of Dee facing away from the viewer, now with a set of large golden-yellow wings on full display. They're similar in shape to butterfly wings, with two distinct sections to both sides and ragged edges, like a goldfish's tail. Light orange patterns run through them like veins. They appear to glow, faintly. Above this is a small doodle of Dee flying with these wings, arms outstretched to either side. He is glowing brightly, and a dotted line trails out from behind him, marking where he's flown frown.

2: 'Virgil' - a short child with pale skin and messy dark hair. His arms are crossed protectively over his front, and he looks out with his eyebrows raised and his mouth slightly open. His shirt is grey and has many patches and tears on it, and his pants are a dark purple and in a similar state. His brown shoes are untied. Next to this, Virgil sits cross-legged on the ground, expression delighted as he pets and plays with a very large black fluffy spider with red eyes. A small purple heart hovers over his head. Virgil faces away, displaying a set of large wings that are attached to his back. His wings are similar to a monarch butterfly's, but purple and violet in coloring. The edges have bright white and purple spots on them, and the middle of both has intricate dotted patterns with teardrop-shaped black and white 'eye' markings on them. They are glowing faintly white. Above this, a sketchier drawing of Virgil attempting to fly with these wings. He has an expression of panic on his face, and is flailing his arms wildly. A handwritten note pointing to this illustration reads 'Too skinny, clothes are a bit too baggy + beat up.'

Second image:

1: 'Logan' - a tall thin man in a long black trenchcoat with silver buttons. Underneath, a dark blue shirt with ruffles and a pair of full-length brown pants with a silver belt. He has light skin and brown hair parted neatly over his left ear. He's wearing square spectacles and raising one hand in greeting, with the other tucked behind his back. Next to this, Logan is giving a Patton  (see next character description)  a ride on his shoulders. He's holding firmly onto Patton's  legs, and smiling up at him. Patton's  eyes are closed in contentment and his arms are folded on top of Logan's head. There is a swirl of dark blue in the background of this. A handwritten note next to this indicates that 'this is the right way to carry a child.' Logan, no longer his his long coat, has fallen asleep next to a pile of books. He rests his head in the crook of one arm, with a cartoonish 'Z' in a bubble above his head. Logan, in motion as he sprints towards some unknown destination. His eyes are wide and his coat swirls dramatically around him. A circle of dark color encircles his head. Two small sketches of Logan carrying Patton. In the first, he has Patton tucked inelegantly under one arm, like you might carry a football. Both of them seem unconcerned, and Patton is smiling. In the second, Logan lifts Patton  up, holding him under the armpits with a blank expression. Patton flails his hands happily, grinning. The handwritten text next to this notes that 'These are probably not good ways to carry a child'.

2: 'Patton': a short chubby child with a bright grin and square glasses. His skin is a darker brown than Dee's, but still fairly light. His hair is curly and dark-gold, and he's wearing a light grey coat with lighter grey fluffy bits at the neck, sleeves, and bottoms. His jeans are cyan and fall just below his knees. He wears brown boots and a light-blue shirt underneath the coat. Patton in profile from the chest up, facing right. He isn't wearing his coat, and he's still grinning. A note pointing to his glasses reads 'Doesn't actually need glasses! They're frames. He wears them so he can look like Logan' Patton, waist-deep in water, with his coat pulled up around his head. His eyes aren't visible but he's still smiling. His hands are extended outwards, like he's venturing further into the water. He's surrounded by specks of light. Two doodles of a baby seal, whose fluffy fur and coloring greatly resembles Patton's coat. There are spots of gold the same shade as Patton's hair on its back.. The first shows the seal lying on its side and looking left, flippers pulled close to its chest and water droplets exploding out around it. A label declares it '(FLUFFY)'. In the next, the seal pup is splashing downwards into water, bubbles spiraling out around it.

Third image: 1: 'Remy' - a medium-height man with brown skin, wearing sunglasses (from behind which yellow eyes are faintly visible) and a necklace with a yellow pendant. Short orange horns extend from his dark brown hair. He's grinning crookedly and flashing a peace sign at the viewer. He wears an unbuttoned black jacket with a ragged hem and a dark shirt visible underneath it, and black sweatpants with dark brown boots. He balances his weight on one foot, tipping the other back. A handwritten note pointing to him reads 'hides horns under hair, hides yellow eyes behind dark glasses'. An illustration of Remy's dragon form - a tall black dragon with the same coloring as Remy's jacket, and massive dark wings that are extended above him. His tail is long and ends with a puff of wavy brown  fluff. A note pointing to it reads 'swishy soft tail'. He has the same orange horns as humanoid-Remy does, except longer and curved backwards, and glowing yellow eyes. His neck is curved and bent downwards as he looks at a pink sketch of a fat man with wings, who is there to provide size reference. The man barely comes up to the base of his neck. An illustration of Remy in flight with Emile riding him (see next description for details). Remy's massive wings extended out to catch the wind, and his limbs and tail  are bent as though he's turning in midair. He glances up at Emile, on his back. Emile is grinning, his own wings open to catch the wind, and is holding tightly to Remy's neck.

2: 'Emile' - a fat medium-height man with light brown skin and light brown hair streaked through his pink. He has square-ish spectacles and a half-smile on his face. He wears a light pink-grey sweater patterned with salmon stripes, and a pair of light blue jeans. His shoes are brown. He also has a pair of large wings extending from his back. They're dark brown at the top but the color transitions from there into a lighter brown, into even lighter brown, and from there into cream. Emile faces away from the camera, his wings fully extended behind him. From here, we can see that they resemble a falcon's wings, and that the dark brown is more prevalent on the back of them. A note pointing to this explains that they're 'Slightly too small to properly fly with - better for gliding'. An illustration of Emile in flight. His wings are extended to catch the air and are not rendered in very much detail. His arms are raise and one foot is extended, as if he's coming in to land. Behind him is a blue sky and faint wispy clouds.

The fourth image shows all of the full-body portraits from the previous images positioned next to each other to show their heights in relation to each other. In order from tallest to shortest, this is Logan, Remy, Emile, Dee, Virgil, and Patton. Behind them is a light pink-to-blue gradient, with lines extending from the top of their heads to emphasize their heights. They are standing on a nondescript grey rectangle.

The last three images are watercolor A4 portraits featuring the character designs from the previous images.

Fifth image: Virgil and Dee, both with their wings out, are in the middle of a lush green forest, surrounded by oversized flowers and blades of glass. The gnarled brown wood of various trees frames the scene. Dee is standing barefoot in the grass, facing sideways with his glowing golden wings extended behind him. He's smiling up at Virgil, with an encouraging hand extended upwards and the other holding onto Virgil's own hands. Virgil is giggling and hovering in midair, wings fluttering and legs slightly askew as he tries to work out how to fly. They're illuminated by a beam of sunlight from above. A spider appoximately the size of a small perches on the wood in the left foreground, watching them.

Sixth image: Logan walks through a rushing deep blue river that comes up to mid-calf height. His long coat swishes around him and he is glancing back with a worried expression on his face at Patton, who he's carrying on his back. Patton's arms are wrapped around Logan's chest and his legs are behind supported by Logan's hands. He's wearing his grey coat and flasses and appears to be asleep. Puffs of white mist swirl near Logan's head. Behind them both, a black-and-blue night sky is patterend with many, many white stars, some of which are connected in constellation patterns. The moon is bright white in the sky, a half-crescent that illuminates both Logan and Patton from behind.

Seventh image: Remy, in his humanoid form, kneels  behind Emile on a bright yellow beach. Remy peers over his sunglasses, looking concerned, as he touches Emile's wings gently - they're tattered and ragged with blood covering them in messy splotches. Emile is sitting with his hands pressed into the sand, glancing back at Remy with a sheepish smile. In front of them, the ocean is visible with bright blue waves foaming white. Behind them, there are many rocks in red, pink, orange and yellow gradients. The sky above is blue with fluffy white clouds, and the sun shines down brightly on the scene.]

[mythgirlimagines]

Seeing as how certain Anons loved the Condemnation of the Guilty talentswaps, I thought I’d try again! Let’s give a warm welcome to Myth, the Former Ultimate Barista!

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT 

For all of her life, Myth has been living in a coffee shop that doubles as her home, along with her parents and two older sisters. The coffee shop (known as Latte Love) happened to start out as a collaboration between the Ultimate Pastry Chef (Myth’s father) and the Ultimate Mixologist (Myth’s mother). Coincidently, Myth’s two older sisters happened to be Ultimates before her, thanks to the fame of Latte Love, with her older sister being the current Ultimate Pastry Chef and her other older sister being the Ultimate Tea Master. Latte Love is famous for its wide selections of both drinks and pastries to enjoy with your beverage of choice, but it was catapulted into pure stardom thanks to a particular skill that Myth has, apart from her general hospitality and drink-mixing skills: latte art. Because of Myth’s adorable and expertly-crafted latte art, the popularity of Latte Love exploded, particularly on social media. Myth is also known for her romantic advice to her customers, despite not being in a relationship herself, which led to a lot of her customers finding love.

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RELATIONSHIPS

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Drummer

Wyre is the well-known drummer of the emo-grunge-rock band “FOZZIL HUNT”, and is famous for their wild drum solos and their equally wild personality. Wyre and Myth have been the best of friends, ever since they were little, and not even their busy schedules can keep them apart. When Wyre isn’t booked with tours and concerts, they always come to Latte Love and orders their usual, knowing that Myth would prepare their order with that signature sweet smile of hers. Wyre has a bit of a complex and love-hate relationship with a certain confrontational rebellion leader, and Myth always tries to pair them up, much to their protests.

Outfit: A red bandana on her head, elaborate makeup, a black tank top with her band’s logo on the front that shows off her tattooed arms, blue Jean shorts with brown holsters to hold her drumsticks in, black boots.

Anon Scar, Ultimate Drill Sargent 

With a loud voice and a strict and heavily-concerned demeanor, Scar‘s personality makes her the perfect person to lead soldiers in their crusade for their country. Commonly regarded as a mother to her soldiers in tales of the battlefield, Scar yearns to hang up her uniform and go back to the good ol’ days of childhood leisure. Scar has a strict schedule, and always arrives at Latte Love by the time Myth turns the open sign. Scar seems to be enamored by the skittish and fanatic priest, and just seeing him makes her maternal instincts flair up. Despite finding Scar eccentric, Myth finds her stories fascinating, and tries to pair the sergeant and the priest.

Outfit: A tattered bandana version of her face mask, black sunglasses, a black tanktop with a camo jacket slung on her shoulders, dark green pants, boots from original design.

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Fashion Designer

Having gotten his start working at his mother’s boutique, Fusion draws the design of the garments, while his mother makes the actual garments. Fusion originally went to Latte Love purely to both gorge himself on pastries and caffeine, and sketch the outfits of the customers that frequent Latte Love. But now, he has a new goal in mind: helping Myth with pairing up the customers. Myth considers Fusion one of her most frequent customers, and finds it amazing that this svelte and proper gentleman can eat his weight in food. Fusion and Myth have a mutual respect for each other, and consider each other “partners in matchmaking“.

Outfit: A blue and yellow striped vest over a red dress shirt and a yellow bow tie, white gloves that hide his work injuries, a tape measure tied around his neck and arms, pants, glasses and shoes from his original design, always holds a sketchbook.

Fusion Anon II, Ultimate Gunslinger

Growing up as a fan of old westerns and historical fiction, Fusion II is a master when it comes to gunmanship and is especially skilled when it comes to the quick draw. Every good cowgirl needs a saloon, and Fusion II quickly established Latte Love as her saloon. But as much as Fusion II tries to play up the ”cool and stoic cowgirl” stint, it’s kind of hard to do that when she’s a bi disaster attracted to the oddly-energetic and childish bed tester. Myth can sympathize with Fusion II’s bi hangups and, as much as Fusion II tries to deny it, the sarcastic gun master really appreciates the kindly barkeep’s company. 

Outfit: A silver cowboy hat, jacket from original design with a gold sheriff star pinned to the front, over a red flannel shirt and a blue bandana around her neck, blue jeans with a brown holster that houses her guns, steel-toed cowboy boots.

Just Anon, Ultimate Card Shark

Janon is a feared name in underground gambling tournaments, and for a good reason. With his unreadable face and his skill in the art of cheating and deception, Janon truly earned the epithet of “The Night Terror”. Gambling and lying seems to be the only two things that Janon really puts effort into doing, for he puts the upmost minimal effort into anything else. Janon regularly crashes at Latte Love and occupies one of the tables to take a snooze. Despite Janon claiming that he does it for snorts and giggles, Myth quickly found out the real reason: to check out the adorable delivery person that frequents the coffee shop.

Outfit: A white and pink fedora, mask from original design, a brown jacket with suit-themed pins, over a pink and black tie with a bunny pin, a black belt with a bunny buckle, brown pants, brown shoes.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Pinball Wizard

Known for her loud and eccentric fashion sense and her equally eccentric personality, Sparkle dominated pinball machine after pinball machine in every local, and even extralocal, arcade. Needless to say, Myth’s day instantly became weirder the very second Sparkle entered Latte Love and loudly announced her presence to everybody. But ever since Sparkle found out that her favorite mangaka frequents the cafe alongside their twin, Sparkle has frequented the cafe much more. Sparkle’s little celebrity crush on the mangaka didn’t go unnoticed by Myth, and she helps the loud wizard with vocalizing her feelings.

Outfit: A wizard hat and cloak that is colored with obnoxious 90’s-esque patterns, glasses and boots from original design.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Mangaka, and Wet Sock Anon, Former Ultimate Thanatologist

With their shared penchant of the horrific and cursed, this fearsome duo go about their interests in completely different ways. While Wet Sock takes a more cold and scientific approach to their interest in the macabre, Egg takes their macabre mindset and uses it to create popular horror manga. While they are thought of as a bane to the wholesome atmosphere of Latte Love, two people actually look forward to the twin’s presence: Sparkle and Myth. Despite Wet Sock’s severe denial of their feelings, Wet Sock still continues to stick around Myth’s desk, and Myth eventually found out the reason why: Wet Sock is head-over-heels for her. 

Outfit: Both of them wear entirely black gakurans and glasses, but Egg has a pocket protector and ink-stained hands, and Wet Sock has a skull pin and dirt-stained hands.

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Deliveryperson

From a young age, Curious has been working for a variety of companies as a door-to-door delivery person and is renowned for their punctuality and sweet smile. Curious is currently working under Latte Love, as its reliable coffee and pastry delivery person. Myth views Curious as a bit of a mystery. For example, she always gives Curious coffee to perk them up on night deliveries, but she never sees Curious actually drink the coffee. That, and she’s heavily concerned about the fact that a middle schooler is working full-time as a delivery person, and doesn’t seem to show any signs of being tired.

Outfit: An entirely green outfit consisting of a cap, polo shirt, pants and tennis shoes, with their hair in a small ponytail.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Revolutionary

Born in a corrupt and dirt-poor city, Nerd grew up yearning for the government to be overthrown by someone actually worthy of leading, such as himself for instance. After gathering up a cavalcade of followers with his cynical, yet rousing, speeches, Nerd organized a revolution and managed to overthrow the government of the town, and lead the citizens to a healthier and more productive life. Nerd pities Myth and sees her as “a slave to the grain”, whatever that means. And with a loud and violent man, Myth paired him up with an equally loud and violent lady. Nerd is currently trying to seduce Wyre with loud protest songs.

Outfit: Same outfit from his original design but with a ragged green cape, a red armband, and a red megaphone clipped to his belt.

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Priest

As a person born under the creators of a creepy cult from the middle of nowhere, Eldritch has been forced to conduct the religious proceedings of the cult, ever since he became a teenager. Needless to say, Eldritch hasn’t exactly been raised correctly, for he doesn’t seem to trust anyone who isn’t in his cult, and yearns to indoctrinate others into his religion. Unfortunately for the paranoid priest, he has fallen in love with someone outside of his fate, a maternal drill sargaent, and he is currently awaiting his divine punishment from his deity. And that blasted barkeep isn’t helping matters either. 

Outfit: A black hooded cassock with oversized sleeves and a golden cross necklace, 

Dream Anon, Ultimate Bed Tester

One review from Dream is enough to make or break entire bed companies, and she takes her talent very seriously. Despite what her talent and clothes would suggest, Dream is very energetic, has trouble standing still, and her hyper attitude is quite contagious to boot. Ever since she happened upon the coffee shop run by the nice barista, she has found the coolest girl ever: an actual cowgirl! Dream thinks it‘s very funny to watch the sharpshooter get all flustered and blushy when Dream gets too close to her. Myth always looks forward to Dream’s daily visits and her energy is enough to brighten up Myth’s day.

Outfit: A pink sleeping mask, a blue hoodie with a fluffy hood and a pink swirly pattern over a black t-shirt with a pink heart on the front, black and white pajama shorts, white socks and pink slippers, hair that reaches her mid-back. 

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Samurai

Before meeting Iris, Myth thought that samurai became extinct a long time ago. You would not believe Myth‘s disbelief of an actual samurai heiress not only existing in the modern day, but also eating at her cafe and actually liking the food. Just like with Fusion, Iris chose to help Myth out in her matchmaking endeavors, for she actually has romantic experience and can offer the patrons advice. While initially in disbelief that a middle schooler could have more romantic game than her, she decided to let the clumsy yet earnest samurai work her relationship magic, and it actually worked half of the time, much to Myth’s astonishment.

Outfit: A blue kimono with a yellow galaxy-like pattern all over, a silver katana sheath, white socks and brown geta sandals.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Statistical Analyst

Whenever Fusion gives his order out to Myth, he always adds candy to his order for somebody named “Purple”. When asked who Purple is or why she never eats or drinks at Latte Love, Fusion claims that Purple is really shy and never really leaves her house. However, Purple still manages to be an indirect assistant to Myth, Fusion and Iris’s matchmaking endeavors. Whenever any of the matchmakers have an idea, Fusion will text the idea to Purple, to get a statistical analysis on the success of the plan. Myth is truly grateful to Purple, for saving her chocolate-dipped bacon from failed plans, even though the two never met.

Outfit: A black jacket over a purple turtleneck and a red and black striped tie, skirt, stockings and shoes from original design, mid-back length hair in a ponytail and black fake glasses.

 This series centers around Myth’s matchmaking misadventures, as she works hard to stir up romance between the eccentric customers of her coffee shop, along with the help of Fusion, Purple and Iris. Successful results may vary. Basically a Coffee Shop AU!

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APPEARANCE 

Barista!Myth wears thick and square-rimmed glasses and her long hair in twin braids with a green hairband on top. As for her clothing, Myth wears a brown apron with Latte Love’s logo on the front, over a green turtleneck sweater, brown pants and black slip-on shoes.

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PERSONALITY

Barista!Myth carries herself with a calming and extroverted personality. However, Barista!Myth is a very low-energy extrovert, and is very content with just watching and conversing with people from behind her front desk. A lot of her younger customers compare her to a kind, patient and caring mom, and she’s just the person to talk to, if you want advice. Barista!Myth has a surprisingly amazing memory, and just by looking at her regulars, she can remember their name and their usual. Barista!Myth retains her love of matchmaking and terrible puns from Romantic!Myth.

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I hope you like this talentswap and don’t mind the rarepairs! If you don’t like the ships, let me know! Have a sweet week, everyanon!

-Fusion Anon

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I love this!!

[benaffleckofcrowdsurfing]

Lazerquest - part 4

Alex Turner x Reader

Chapter 4/?

Description: you are an impulsive bartender who recently moved to London after traveling across the United States and living on the road for a few years. You befriend Alex, a musician who recently got out of a long term relationship, and you show him the ways of your free-spirited lifestyle in an attempt to help him move on from his ex. However, you become more of a muse than a friend for Alex and all is revealed when he releases his band’s fourth studio album, “Suck it and See”.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: none

Tag list (msg me if you would like to be added):

@lolurnotmileskane @imagine-that-100

Updates whenever the heck I please (at least once a week) 

Author’s note: hi friends. This is a sucky chapter because im brain dead from work, but i promise things will pick up soon. Ive got big plans for this bad boy, i just need to figure out how to get there.

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“Here she is,” Alex burst, and stopped in front of a beautiful vintage Porsche. Your jaw dropped as he leaned up against the car. It was a beautiful deep green color with tan leather interior, and although it was obviously an old car, it was in pristine condition. 

“Oh my god, Alex, this is yours? Is this a 1969 convertible 911?” You inquired, but you knew the answer. You were a bit of a car geek, and Porsches were some of your favorites. You ran your fingers lightly across the hood in awe, you couldn’t believe you were actually touching such a classic car. Alex had a proud grin on his face.

“Yes ma’am. One of my larger purchases after Favourite Worst Nightmare went platinum. She’s my baby,” Alex beamed, and opened the passenger door for you. “Your chariot awaits, Milady.” 

“Why, thank you Sir,” you imitated Alex’s accent, before stepping into the car. He shut the door behind you and went over to the drivers side.

“I got a brand new sound system put in, it has an auxiliary cord and everything. You can go ahead and hook your phone up to it if you’d like, it’s your adventure so you can pick the music,” Alex said, and handed you a cord. He then turned on the car and shot you a huge grin. You pulled out your brand new IPhone 4 - a going away gift from your best friend back home - and scrolled through Itunes. You settled on another album that reminded you of home: Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Californiacation. As the opening track, Around the World, began playing through the car’s speakers, Alex drove off and out of his apartment complex’s garage. 

“So, where to?” Alex had to yell over the music.

“You know the vintage shop by the place I work?”

“Yeah, the one with all the leather and costumes and shit right?”

“That’s the one!” You chortled. Alex and you exchanged knowing glances before he stepped on the gas and you turned up the music. 

The two of you were speeding through the city, and you thought you looked quite good. Your hair was flowing in the spring breeze, and your leopard fur coat matched the interior of the car perfectly. Alex looked cool as all hell in his oversized aviator sunglasses, and his toned arms resting on the steering wheel of the car made your insides weak. When you’d stop at a traffic light, the people in cars around you would stare and smile at you, and to be honest you liked the attention. You liked being the mysterious girl in a Porsche with Alex Turner. As the 911 pulled up to the vintage shop, you clapped your hands in excitement. 

“I hope you brought your wallet, Turner. We’ve got shopping to do,” you winked at Alex as he opened your door and put a hand out for you to hold onto as you exited the car. What a gentleman.

When you entered the shop, you grabbed Alex’s hand and dragged him towards the huge section of racks containing leather jackets.

“Alright, Al. Remember when I said I knew how to make your outfit perfect? Well here we are. You need a good vintage jacket to match that vintage shirt and vintage car of yours,” you smirked. Alex gave you a massive grin before practically diving into the massive collection of jackets.

“You go look around, Y/N, and I’ll show you the one I choose once I’ve found it. Like some sort of big reveal,” Alex instructed. You ruffled his hair and squeezed his arm before skipping away.

You found yourself in the dress section, like usual, and began digging. Most of them were rather cheesy numbers from the 80’s, but just as you were about to give up and move on, you found a stunning 60’s Mod style dress. It looked like a checkerboard, it was 4 huge grids alternating between black and white. It was a rather stretchy material and was a bit short, which you thought was unusual for the time period, but you knew that it’d just make the dress far more flattering. A huge grin appeared on your face, and you darted to the dressing rooms to try it on.

 Just as you had slipped the dress on, you heard Alex calling your name. You were so eager to see the jacket he had picked out that you didn’t bother to look to see how the dress looked, you opened the curtain to go find Alex. You were surprised to see him waiting for you right outside of your dressing room. Both of your jaws dropped at the sight of each other. Alex looked amazing in his jacket, he had picked a rather worn one in a biker style that looked to be around the 1950’s era. 

“You look like a greaser, Al. Like a modern Danny Zuko or something. It’s fantastic,” you gushed. Alex hadn’t said anything yet, he just looked at you with wide eyes and a little smirk.

“And you look like a modern Twiggy. Absolutely brilliant,” he breathed, before taking a step towards you. He traced the outline of the dress with his large hands, before reaching for the price tag. He was so close you could smell him, this time the sandalwood and cigarette was accompanied by the smell of worn leather. “I’m buying this for you.” 

“Oh no you aren’t, you can buy your own jacket and I’ll buy my own dress. Oh and those SHOES!” you gasped and practically ran to the wall of shoes. You pulled down a pair of chunky soled white go-go boots and squealed when you discovered they were in your size. You put them on right there in the middle of the shop and gave Alex a huge smile. “Thoughts?”

“I don’t think you want to know what I’m thinkin, Love.” Alex’s eyes were glued to you, the corners of his lips curled up into a devious smile. 

You rolled your eyes and gave him a little nudge. “Stop playing, Alex. I’ve got to go take this beauty off, then I want to go look at costume jewelry. Then our day can really start.”

“Brilliant.”

“Be back in a jiffy.”

When you had come out of the dressing room, you found Alex at the front of the shop looking at jewelry. The man behind the counter was showing him a gorgeous yellow diamond choker with a black diamond in the center.

“It’s a 30’s era piece, one of my personal favorites. I think it’d look absolutely lovely on your bird, there,” the man said and nodded towards you and then back at Alex. 

“I think so too, Sir. I’ll take it,” Alex beamed. You blushed when he looked down at you and bit his bottom lip. “And don’t let her pay for those shoes and that dress either, I’ll take care of it.”

You frowned. “Alex, seriously. I can buy my own things.”

“I don’t care, I want to buy them for you.”

“You don’t need to do that for me.”

“Y/N.”

“Alex.”

“Y/N/N.”

“Al. I’m being so serious.”

“Do I need to show you my bank statements? Trust me, it’s nothing. Think of it as a little thank you for staying up with me last night.”

“Alexander….”

“Y/N…..”

“Cut it out and move so I can pay for my shit.”

“Nope. I’m buying them for you.”

“You’re impossible, Al.”

“You love me, Y/N/N.”

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Once Alex and you had returned to the car, he took the necklace out of the bag and instructed you to turn around. He wrapped it around your neck and gently moved your hair out of his way so he could fasten it. Once it was on, he turned you back around, and fixed your hair. He was still wearing his new jacket, and you took the moment to admire how good he looked. Neither of you spoke, he just stood there with his hand on your shoulders, smiling down at you. You could feel your cheeks turning pink as the two of you locked gazes. After what felt like an eternity of blissful silence, he chuckled and shook his head.

“You’re an interesting one, you.” He muttered as he opened the door of his car for you. “So, where to next?”

“Not sure. Just travel East till you reach the water. I want to go for a swim,” You hummed. 

Alex looked at you, rather amused, before starting the car. “I know just the place.”

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By afternoon time, both you and Alex had shed your coats and were driving down a windy, narrow, road, soaking in the sunshine. You had taken off your shoes and your seat belt so you could lounge your legs up on the dash and look up at the sky above you. Alex had put on Room on Fire by The Strokes, and the two of you sang along as you sped towards the beach. He had one arm draped over the steering wheel, the other alternating between playing chords on the air guitar and messing with your hair. 

When the two of you made it to the beach, it was nearly sundown. Alex had taken you to a small village perched on a cliff above a large and sandy seashore, and the two of you parked on a small bluff before hiking down towards the water.

“You know, you said you wanted to swim, but neither of us have swimwear,” Alex called after as you ran down the bluff and onto the beach. You didn’t answer him, though, you just turned to face him and took off your top. Alex was extremely taken-back by what you had just done at first, but when you continued to slip off your shorts and skip down the beach, he caught on and took off his own shirt and jeans. You were quite a bit closer to the water than him when he had done so, but just before you were about to stick your toes in the cold water, a pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off the ground.

You let out a little shriek as Alex threw you over his shoulders. He adjusted his arm around your thigh, and began walking deeper into the water.

While helpless in the arms of the musician, you couldn’t help but notice his boxers. “Nice dino undies, Al. Very badass of you.” You gave him a playful slap on the bum and he slightly tightened his grip on your legs.

“Well I’m sorry that I didn’t expect to be getting naked in public today, Y/N. Not all of us can wear an Agent Provacateur set on some random Tuesday.”

You knew Alex was referring to the undergarments you had chosen this morning, and you laughed. Sure, it was a black and lacy number and looked a bit fancy, but it definitely wasn’t Agent Provacateur. “For your information, Al, I got this at Target. And watch your mouth, Buddy, I’m not some slut that just expects to end the night in her bra and undies. I just like to feel put-together.”

“Oh, trust me Y/N, I’m not complaining,” Alex smirked. He was now waist deep in the waves, and still had you on his shoulders. He shifted you down so he was carrying you bridal style, and grinned at you before biting his lip. “Now are you ready to get wet?”

You smirked to yourself a bit. If you had held my thighs like that any longer, Turner, you wouldn’t have had to put me in the water for that to happen.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Alex,” you laughed. When he told you to hold your breath you did, and at that he tossed you into the water. The cold of the ocean bit you the moment you hit the wave’s surface, and you gasped in shock. 

“Jesus it’s cold,” you shrilled. Alex laughed hysterically as you tried to climb on him and out of the water, still shaking due to its temperature. He pushed you off of him, and when an exceptionally large wave came your way he completely submersed himself under it. 

“Bloody hell, you’re right. Fucking freezing.” He yelled as his head popped out from the white caps surrounding the two of you. “Why’d you want to do this, Y/N?”

“Well, you’re having fun, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am!”

“Well then there you go, my plan worked out  perfectly,” you beamed. The late afternoon sun gave Alex a golden tint, and with the combination of his wet curls and the waves surrounding him, you thought he looked something like a Greek god. The thought made you let out a breathy laugh, which caused Alex to scrunch his nose at you. 

“Making fun of my Dinosaur boxers again, Y/N?”

You faked a gasp and put a hand over your chest dramatically. “I would never!”

“Then why are you staring, Love?” 

Shit.

“Just trying to figure out how I can get you back under the water,” you sniggered. Alex began swimming away from you, so you chased after him and when you were close enough you put your arms around his neck. “Gotcha!”

“Oh, do you know?” Alex chuckled, and hooked his hands under your armpits. He lifted you all the way up and out of the water, causing you to giggle like a schoolgirl. When he put you back into the water, you wrapped your legs around his torso and placed your hands on either side of his face. Alex pressed his forehead to yours, and you looked into each other’s eyes.

The two of you were so close you felt like you could feel the atoms between you, and a massive smile painted itself across your face. 

“You’ve got gorgeous eyes, Y/N,” Alex whispered, just barely loud enough for you to hear over the roaring of the ocean. His comment caused your cheeks to turn as pink as the sunset behind you. 

“As do you, Alex.” The two of you were still wrapped in each other’s arms, forehead to forehead and nose to nose. “Now, take me back to shore before it gets too dark. We’ve still got items left on our agenda.”

Alex furrowed his brows before turning around and allowing you to climb on his back. “What more could you possibly have in store for us, Y/N.”

“You’ll see.”

“You know, being with you is like constantly getting left on a cliffhanger.”

“I like that, Al.”

[littlemissagrafina]

Thanks for the tag @wh0doyouthinkyouareiam

Rules: Bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

(soft!) baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night |

(dark academia!) neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story |

(edgy!) closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humor | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks |

(seventies!) colorful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIYing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding |

(preppy casual!) collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colorful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairy-lights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details

(@masterninjacow) rainy mornings | sweet steaming tea | cats’ purrs| daydreaming about fantasies | back hugs | glinting necklaces | loud video games | grumbling thunder | constantly chewing gum | wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear to bed | watching horror movies at night | nibbling on chocolates | talking to yourself | short hair | sad lofi music | messy sketches | sweet-scented body wash | spicy noodles at midnight | hating physical affection but craving it at the same time | ending all texts with lmao or rip

(@cherriigguk) | dried flowers | painting at 2 am in oversized sweater| up until sunrise | abundance of blankets and plushies | minimalistic colours | writing when you can’t sleep | warm banana bread on a winters day | stroking a sleepy dog | big eyeliner | butterfly clips | lo-fi hip hop | glossy lips and rose tinted cheeks | afternoon tea with old friends | oversized cardigans | herbal tea | dainty jewellery | self-care evenings | messy low bun or ponytails | dark hair | too many sketchbooks

(@bisoo) Fairy lights | Walking in the woods | night city | waves sound | drinking hot chocolate or tea during raining days | being wrapped in a blanket | polaroids | pastel stuff | mint tea | cats’ furr | baked brownies or cookies | French toast/pancakes for breakfast | drinking tea at 3 am with friends | café | doing braids on your friend’s hair | lots of plushies | doing old drawings again | boxes full of doodles | iced coffee

(@midnightlunaandinnerfangirl) having tons of plushies | wearing black | knitting | making your own clothes | napping in the sun | dancing in your bedroom | reading books in your bed | oversized hoodies | combat boots | flowy dresses | lots of piercings | wearing multiple rings on your fingers | gardening | ripped black jeans | chokers | wearing tights | oversized sweaters | black nail polish | holding babies | coffee

(@superherotiger) Posters on your bedroom walls | Marvel/Star Wars shirts | hot chocolate at night | platonic cuddling | family jewellery | ocean breeze | sand on your feet | reading books in the sunlight | stuffed toys | big jackets | black hair | playing games | night owl | clean and orderly | blues and greens | trinkets from travels | LEGO | unfinished sketch books | sunny days | starry nights

(@an-odd-idea) constant daydreaming | full notes app | studying maps | staying up late | meaningful jewelry | searching for music to match what you’re writing | loving deeply | always cold | cuddling cats | no makeup | long hair | camp t-shirts | songs on repeat | singing in the car | fuzzy blanket | chamomile tea | midnight snacks | summer nostalgia | bad at hugs but really wanting them anyway | holding hands |

(@jelly-pies) ink on your hands | doodling random quotes/song lyrics | t-shirts and denim shorts | keeping mints in your purse | lip balm | talking to inanimate objects | half-full journals | backpacks | fandom trinkets | flip-flops | board games | songs from original movie soundtracks | holding conversations with kids | fanarts saved to your phone | lying on the grass | floating on your back in the water | full hearty breakfasts | casual side-hugs | dozing off anywhere | fruit shakes |

(@imalivebecauseirondad) daydreaming | platonic hugs | staying up late reading fanfiction | casually telling people you love them | writing when you feel sad | going online when you can’t sleep | messy room | closet filled with all kinds of clothes | stressing about work but still procrastinating | cats | wanting an animal but knowing you can’t take care of one | taking photos of your friends/family at random moments unexpectedly | nostalgia fro something you don’t recognize | doodling in the margins of books | singing alone | karoake | video games | binging shows | comics | wishing for something impossible

(@dredfulhapiness) crowded libraries | naps | chronically cracked phone screen | CD collections | musical theater | Every Kurt Vonnegut book | bookends | patterned button-ups | magical realism | scream-singing Taylor Swift | winter nights | nails bit to the quick | jigsaw puzzles | black coffee | drive-in movie theaters | driving at night | thunderstorms | horror novels | owning multiple sets of dice

(@wh0doyouthinkyouareiam) unmade beds | soft blankets | iced coffee | lightning shows at night | hair tangled with sea salt | rain gear | red lipstick | gold hoop earrings | light summer dresses | messy embroidery | pressed flowers | leather notebooks | black gel pens | books in languages you can hardly understand | glasses slipping down your nose | painted toenails | smiling underneath a mask | foggy October mornings | sneaking out to go stargazing | mint-chocolate candy

(@littlemissagrafina) too many notebooks or sketchbooks | the smell of the ocean | sunsets in summer | painted nails | natural hair | too many WIPS in your docs | musical soundtracks | talking to friends until after midnight | fandom merchandise | high waisted jeans | coffee cups sitting empty next to you long after you finish them | fluffy socks | fairy lights | paint/ink/graphite stained fingers after art | the soft glow of candles | day dreaming | more than one piercing | unedited/unchecked writing | the still silence when the world is meant to be asleep but you're still awake | being open and affection with your friends |

I'll tag: @scooter3scooter @itstimeforachange01 @joyful-soul-collector @justt-ppeachy @canonismybitch @blondsak @vintervittran

[darksideofparis]

Some writing I’ve been working on..

This is from an as yet untitled Criminal Minds Hotch/OC. And yes, it was inspired by the TV show, Castle.

Takes place in season 2 between ‘The Boogeyman’ and ‘North Mammon’.

Also, this is a rough draft so forgive me if some stuff seems off! And, yes, I AM working on ‘Pros and Cons’. This is just to get Delaney’s voice out of my head for a little while. :)

The sound of a door opening jarred Delaney out of her flashback. Her eyes darted to Agent Hotchner, now holding a small stack of files. She eyed him as he took the seat across from her.

For his part, Hotch was also eyeing her. He suspected, going off her physical appearance alone, that most people did. Delaney Tyler was unquestionably an attractive woman. She had dirty blonde hair that hung several inches past her shoulders. Her face was heart-shaped and nearly dominated by her big brown eyes. ‘Doe eyes’, Hotch thought they were called.

As evidenced by where he’d found her, Delaney was dressed for a party. She wore a long-sleeved royal blue dress with a laced-up front. The revealing front dipped down to just above Delaney’s belly-button, perfectly showing off her cleavage and a nice glimpse of her breasts. Her shoes were five-inch snakeskin patterned stilettos. Her only jewelry consisted of a pair of dangly black crown earrings. Her other accessory, a pair of oversized black Gucci sunglasses, rested on the table beside her.

Her face had been made up but not extravagantly so. Her eyeshadow was neutral, serving only to accent her large eyes and her lips were painted a vivid, but not overly bright, shade of red. It had been presumably chosen so as not to look too harsh against her pale, porcelain skin. Overall, her appearance, while extremely daring, was also remarkably classy. An interesting contradiction, in Hotch’s opinion.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Ms. Tyler,” he said as he opened a file. “You know most bestselling authors don’t have a rap sheet.” Keeping one eye on Delaney, he perused the contents Garcia had dug up. “Public intoxication in October 1996.” He looked up. “You’d have been what? Fifteen? Sixteen?”

Delaney’s lips were pinched. “Fifteen,” she said coolly. “I was at a friend’s Halloween party. Neighbors complained about the noise, cops showed up.”

“Yes, it says here the neighbors were complaining specifically about you standing on the sidewalk singing ‘Neon Moon’ at the top of your lungs.” Hotch raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Never heard that song before, Agent Hotchner? That’s a shame. It’s one of Brooks & Dunn’s best. I’d be happy to sing it for you, if you like.” Delaney gave him her mega-watt grin. She highly doubted this man, whose countenance was as cool as a cucumber, would take her up on her admittedly ridiculous offer, but she couldn’t help herself. The guy was hot.

Not to mention, but she didn’t really want to dwell on that particular memory. It wasn’t one of her favorites. The circumstances behind her arrest that night were occasionally too much to bear thinking about.

“I’ll pass,” was Hotch’s dry response. He went to the next arrest. “December 1996. Taken into custody at a movie theater for suspected public intoxication, no alcohol involved.”

Delaney put her hands in her lap. She didn’t want Agent Hotchner seeing them start to shake. “They let me go. Didn’t even do a drug test. I reacted badly to the movie I went to see. I shouldn’t have gone to see Scream. The events of which it was based on were still pretty fresh in my mind.”

This surprised Hotch. He remembered when that movie came out. Most people who weren’t law enforcement hadn’t dwelled on the real life murder spree that had inspired Scream’s screenwriter. “The Gainesville Ripper? That freaked you out so much?”

Delaney shrugged, though she was inwardly sighing with relief that Agent Hotchner had bought the lie – at least the no drugs in her system part. “My parents are university professors. Nowhere near Florida, but the murders did disturb me at the time. I was scared a copycat would start up where my parents worked.”

“I see.” And he did, probably much more than Delaney Tyler wanted him to. Her story about being freaked out by Scream because it had been based on real events she worried somehow impacting her parents had a ring of truth about it. But she was holding something back. He suspected it had to do with the ‘suspected public intoxication’ the police hadn’t bothered testing.

He also hadn’t failed to notice her putting her hands in her lap. That action seemed to indicate she was trying to hide something.

“Her hands are shaking, Hotch,” Morgan informed him via earpiece.

“Classic sign of anger,” Gideon remarked.

Hotch noted their observations, but continued with the arrest record. “Then quite a few truancies, and then in April 1997, arrested for heroin possession.”

Delaney clenched her hands into fists, though she knew it wouldn’t do any good. She could feel her shoulders starting to tremble as well. So much for hiding it, she thought dryly. “I was not in a good place at the time.” The words were spoken slowly but even Delaney could hear the unsteadiness in them. She had no doubt Agent Hotchner could as well.

Hotch didn’t give anything away, but Delaney’s response was telling. She was clearly annoyed about her past teenage arrests being brought up, but this arrest in particular was causing her to literally shake with rage.

“Why are you even talking about this?” Delaney demanded. She didn’t even care that she was nearly shouting. “You didn’t bring me here to read me the riot act on things I did a decade ago! You brought me here to discuss murders.” She let out a scoff. “Where did you even get those records anyway? If you’ll care to look, you’ll note I was put in rehab after that last arrest. The judge dropped the charges and expunged my record after I got clean.”

“We have a very good technical analyst.”

Delaney looked like she was about to say something scathing in response, but she surprised Hotch by closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She sat like this for a few seconds before slowly exhaling. After another moment, she opened her eyes. The big brown orbs stared right into his.

“You have not answered my question, Agent Hotchner.” Her words were slightly clipped, but spoken in a much calmer tone. “Why are we talking about an expunged arrest record from ten years ago? You said you wanted to speak to me about some murders.”

After staring at her for one long moment, Hotch grabbed the second file. He slid a photo across the table. “Jenny Kavanagh,” he said as Delaney studied the photo. It was a standard DMV photo, showing a pretty young woman in her late twenties with long, platinum blonde hair, brown eyes, and dimples on each cheek. She wore a simple green t-shirt and a necklace with the astrological symbol for Leo as the charm.

Delaney suddenly felt a sickening feeling in her stomach. “What happened to her?” she asked as she slid the photo away.

Hotch produced another photo. “She was found two weeks ago like this.” Jenny Kavanagh was now lying on her couch, eyes closed and arms crossed over her chest in the classic coffin position. Perched atop her pristine white blouse was a single white card with the words My Sincerest Condolences written on it in black cursive.

“Your Condolence Card,” Delaney gasped. Her doe eyes were huge as she stared first at the photo, then at Hotch, then back at the photo. She swallowed thickly before saying, “I’m guessing no outward cause of death except for a puncture wound on the back of her neck?

“Correct,” Hotch nodded. His eyes didn’t move from her. It was very hard to fake genuine concern for victims, especially people you’d never met. However, Delaney Tyler’s eyes were wide and unblinking. She stared at Jenny’s face, as though willing her eyes to open and show that everything was alright.

There was no way Delaney Tyler committed the murder of Jenny Kavanagh. Nor the others, if Hotch’s profiling was right.

Wordlessly, he slid another DMV photograph across the table. “Brian Tanaka.” The young man was barely out of his teens. His hair was cut in a bowl style and he wore a sweatshirt from the University of Florida. Before Delaney could really study him, she was being handed another photo. “Metro police found him like this straight out of Love to Hatred Turn’d about three hours ago.”

In terms of ways to die, Brian Tanaka had drawn the short straw. Delaney winced at the image of him lying on his back on a dark wooden floor, presumably in his apartment, limbs spread akimbo and an absolutely terrified look on his face. The reason for his terror was the gaping hole in his chest. Delaney knew without having to ask that his heart had been removed while he was alive. She glanced at his wrists. Ligature marks, presumably from the rope used to restrain him.

Just like in the book.

“Looks as though I have a fan,” she observed.

“A deranged one, yes,” Hotch confirmed.

Delaney suddenly looked up and smiled broadly. “Oh, I don’t think you’re deranged, Agent Hotchner. Far from it, actually.”

Hotch blinked, then blinked again. “Excuse me?”

Delaney’s smile grew. She knew exactly what he’d meant, but really, how could she resist? The man was hot with a capital H.

Aloud, she said, “Oh, come on, Agent Hotchner. Love to Hatred Turn’d? A Siren takes the hearts of the men she sleeps with to sustain her so she can continue living on dry land?” Delaney snorted. “I only wrote that ‘cause I needed rent money. The story sucks and I know it. Only die-hard Delaney Tyler fans read that.”

Hotch struggled to maintain his composure. Admittedly, this wasn’t a difficult thing for him to do, but damn if Delaney Tyler wasn’t making a dent in his stoic armor. Instead of rising to her bait, he asked, “Have you ever met Ms. Kavanagh or Mr. Tanaka before? Book signing? Charity event?”

Delaney studied the DMV photos again. Try as she might, there wasn’t a single flicker of recognition for either victim. “No, I’m sorry. It’s possible at a book signing, but I sign so many books during those, it’s impossible to remember everyone’s faces or names.” She gave him another grin. “But I assure you, I’d definitely remember yours.”

Ignoring the snickering in his earpiece, Hotch reached into the file again. He saw Delaney’s eyes widen and her face become paler than it already was. He could practically hear her thoughts. Dear God, another one?! “Dominic Cavalleri. High school softball coach. Do you recognize him?”

Dominic Cavalleri’s DMV photo could have come straight out of a fashion magazine. He had tousled sandy brown hair, shining blue-green eyes, and the kind of tan that came not from a salon but from spending time outdoors. There was a light sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks, giving him a kind of boyish charm. Overall, Dominic Cavalleri was one good looking man.

Delaney smiled appreciatively at the photo but it dimmed as she remembered he was now dead. Dead because some lunatic was running around killing people like she did in her books. “How did he die?” she asked quietly.

Hotch’s expression revealed none of his inner revulsion and slight nausea as he gave her the crime scene photo. “A Scythe for Schuyler. Three weeks ago.”

Delaney took one look at the photo and immediately whirled away with a gasp. Shutting her eyes, she did her best to block out the image she’d just seen. Dominic Cavalleri’s body had been lying on the floor of what was presumably his apartment. His head was several feet away, having rolled partway under a leather couch. The scythe that had sliced his head off lay right next to his body.

“Are you okay?” Hotch asked as Delaney put a hand over her mouth. “Do you need a trash-can-,”

Delaney hastily swallowed back the bourbon threatening to make a reappearance. “I’m fine,” she said, voice slightly strangled. “Just . . . just give me a minute.”

Delaney tucked her head between her knees. She wasn’t sure if there was any scientific basis on this position curbing nausea, but right now, she figured there was no harm in trying.

As she breathed in and out slowly and evenly, just like the rehab therapist had taught her, Delaney’s mind whirled over this latest information. Not only was someone killing people the way she did in her books, they’d chosen A Scythe for Schuyler as one of them. Her breathing grew a touch harsher. Her eyes narrowed. How dare they! She thought.

When she rose back up, Hotch noticed an immediate change in her demeanor. Delaney’s jaw was tightly clenched, enough to where he could see a muscle in her cheek twitching. Her eyes flashed with barely concealed anger. She clasped her hands together. Her French-tipped nails rather resembled claws.

“Interesting,” Gideon mused. “She was upset about the other murders, but this one has her really incensed.”

“Almost like it’s affected her personally,” Morgan added. “More personally than it has already.”

“Is everything alright?” Hotch asked. His tone held a touch of wariness.

“I’m fine,” Delaney said, her words curt.

Hotch inwardly snorted. Yeah, right. “You really don’t seem to be,” he said, not unkindly. “There’s a muscle in your jaw ticking. In the past minute, your heartbeat has accelerated and your hands have started shaking. I suspect that’s why you put them in your lap earlier and have them clasped together now, to keep me from noticing.”

Delaney’s mouth falling open proved he was right. She gaped at him as he went on. “It’s a clear sign of anger. Interestingly, you haven’t reacted like this to any of the other murders I’ve showed you. Upset, certainly, but not this . . . infuriated.”

Delaney tightened the grip on her hands. Not that it would do much good, but maybe it would keep Agent Hotchner from commenting on them again. How did he even notice that? She wondered. She would have noticed it in someone, but she had trained herself to notice body language and behavior. Do FBI agents study it? None of the ones she’d seen on TV had, but then again, that was television. This was real life.

“I wrote A Scythe for Schuyler at a pretty low point in my life.” She kept eye contact with Agent Hotchner, making sure that, if he did study body language, he would know she was telling the truth. “It was . . . cathartic, I guess you could say.”

“About someone important to you?” Hotch asked. There was a little itch in his brain, but for the life of him he didn’t know what it was about.

Delaney’s eyes became slightly moist. “Very important,” she said softly. She averted her eyes for a moment. When she looked back up, they were clear.

“So what exactly is it you do?” she asked.

Hotch stared at her. His brow furrowed in confusion. “I’m an FBI agent . . .?”

“Yes, I know that,” Delaney said with a roll of her eyes. “But you’re clearly not some run of the mill FBI agent since you noticed all the minute aspects of my body language and what they meant in reference to my emotions.”

“You’re right,” Hotch nodded. “I’m a profiler with the Bureau’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.”

“Never heard of it.”

“We profile criminals. Basically, by studying the particulars of a crime scene as well as the victims – also called victimology – we can tell law enforcement officials who, exactly, they should be looking for.”

Delaney was amazed. This man could actually study a crime scene and come up with an idea of who had committed it? “So . . . you’re like Sherlock Holmes,” she summarized. “You can tell if someone committed a crime in an organized fashion or a crazed one, why their particular victim was targeted the same way Holmes could tell that Dr. Watson had a clumsy, careless maid.”

Hotch couldn’t quite keep a small smile from appearing. “I’ve never heard anyone liken it in that way, but yes, if you like.”

Any other time, Delaney would have made a remark about his smile, maybe a little come-on about offering her assistance in getting him to smile by use of other, more intimate activities, but she didn’t for two very good reasons. One, there was this case to concentrate on. Finding out who the hell was copying her crime scenes and why was far more important than her getting laid.

And two, she had just noticed the gleaming gold ring on Agent Hotchner’s third index finger.

Typical, she mentally groused. All the good-looking ones are either married or gay.

“So if you can give a profile of a criminal based on the crime scene and victimology, why bring me in?”

Hotch silently thanked God for his poker face as he said, “We wanted you to see if there was anything in these photos that might tip you off on anyone who would do this.”

“I can’t think of anyone I know doing this.” Delaney studied Brian Tanaka’s crime scene photo. Unlike Dominic’s, this crime scene she had no problem scrutinizing.

There was, she thought, something off about this photo. Something to do with the crime itself? Delaney wasn’t sure. Her brain was more preoccupied in replaying Agent Hotchner’s words. For some reason, she suspected that he hadn’t been telling her the whole truth. It wasn’t anything in his body language or his expression; the man would have no difficulty in cleaning up Vegas if he ever set his mind to it.

No, it was something else. Something Delaney couldn’t name. Maybe it was the writer part of her brain, the part that said that in every scene she wrote where things were going great, there had to be some kind of catch involved.

She decided to test it.

“Of course, I highly doubt you brought me in just to act as a consultant.” She glanced up from the pictures just in time to see the startled look on Hotch’s face. She smirked. Two for two on surprising, she thought victoriously.

Again, Hotch struggled to maintain his composure. How does she keep doing that? He wondered. He pushed that thought to the backburner and forced himself to focus on the matter at hand. “That’s right,” he said simply.

He expected Delaney to react with indignation, expressing contempt and fury for them having the audacity to consider her a suspect, but was once again shocked when she merely shrugged and went back to studying Brian Tanaka’s crime scene photo. Hotch stared at her for a few moments. “You’re not upset?” he finally asked.

“No. In fact,” Delaney looked up, “I’m impressed. In cases like this, your first suspect should be the creator of what the crime is based on. Gotta check and make sure the author isn’t some Catherine Tramell wannabe.”

Hotch frowned. “Who?”

Delaney stared at him. “Catherine Tramell?” she repeated. Seeing Hotch’s blank look, she added, “Played by Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct? Crazy author who kills people, then writes the murders into her books? Has a lot of hot as hell sex with Michael Douglas? During interrogation, she infamously crosses her legs and shows off her bare vul-,”

“We’re getting off track,” Hotch cut in. Delaney noted with a bit of amusement that the tips of his ears were a little pink from the word she had been about to utter.

“Right,” Delaney nodded, but she couldn’t resist adding, “Too bad my skirt’s too long to do what Sharon Stone did.” She turned back to the photos and smirked at the sound of Hotch choking on air.

As Hotch struggled to get the provocative images Delaney had painted out of his head, he heard a bunch of snickering in his ear-piece. “I like this girl,” Gideon was chuckling.

“Me too,” Morgan agreed. “Can we keep her?”

“H-have you ever received any disturbing letters?”

“Most of my fan-mail is disturbing. I haven’t read it since a few months after Your Condolence Card came out.” Delaney grimaced. “At nineteen years old, I was understandably freaked out by how many marriage proposals I was receiving from ex-cons. And I’m guessing the reason you’re asking is because you think whoever did this might be trying to contact me?”

Rather than being surprised again, Hotch was impressed. Delaney was incredibly intuitive to the team’s thought processes. Must be the writer part of her. “It happens a lot in cases like these.”

“I’ll tell my editor to deliver all my fan mail from the last six months here in the morning,” Delaney promised. “Or do you want it from further back than that?”

“Six months should be fine. We’ll let your editor know otherwise. And speaking of your editor . . . Would he happen to be a tall man in his early fifties with a slight French accent wearing . . . um . . .”

“Wearing a bright red suit and a red and white plaid fedora? Kinda looks like a pimp?”

“I . . . I wouldn’t have said it exactly like that . . .”

Delaney chuckled. He’s so adorable when flustered. She wished she could keep being the one to do that to him, but alas, he was married. Lucky girl. “Don’t worry, Agent Hotchner, you wouldn’t be the first to think that, nor will you be the last. I’m guessing he’s outside?”

“Insisted on waiting for you.”

With a nod, Delaney stood. Hotch did the same. “Well, if that’s everything . . .” Delaney trailed off as she watched him place the crime scene and DMV photos back in the file.

“Yes, I believe so.” His voice was a bit curt, in full-on ‘official’ mode. “Thank you for your help, Ms. Tyler.”

“I only wish I could’ve done more.”

[cassi-eats-cockroaches]

THE UNDESIRABLES •/ BASICS: APPEARANCES

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JAILBREAK •/ 5'6" and lean. Light brown skin and dark brown eyes. Short black hair with an undercut. Wears predominantly dark clothing. A serious yet stunningly kind face. Smiles gently and freely. Hands that are calloused but made for holding. Open body language but watchful eyes. Always keeps at least one hand free (usually near the pocket he keeps his knife in).

GODSEND •/ 5'8". Fair white skin and brown eyes. Long curly dark brown hair. Either matches her outfit too much or wears completely random things. Too-bright eyes and a face that hurts when she forces it to smile. Often makes the "wrong" expression when she emotes; resting expression usually seems either blank or concerned. Wears a crucifix necklace that she fiddles with almost constantly.

CARRION •/ 5'5" and way too skinny. White skin and big light brown eyes. Long, choppy, and matted black hair only brushed or cut by those she trusts. Will wear anything, but everything is oversized on her. Slight knock knees. Walks in short strides like a bird. Various faint scars across her body. Very exaggerated arm movements. Frequently flexes and curls her fingers. Almost always holding the crow plushie that her group made for her.

FREEFALL •/ 5'10". White skin and green eyes. Shaggy darker brown hair that stops at the nape of his neck and often falls in his face. Wears big, square glasses with black rims. Loves sweaters and oversized shirts. Always has the ghost of a smile on his face (and when it comes to life it brightens the whole room). Keeps a notebook and a pen somewhere on his person at all times. Chews on his thumb or nail when he's thinking.

FORTIS VITALIS •/ 6'4", muscled, and hulking. White skin and mismatched eyes; one blue, one dark brown. Black hair shaved against his skull. Frequently wears tank tops or clothes that show off his strength and/or make him look more threatening than he actually is. One long scar on his left bicep and several scars across his torso. Arms are always crossed. Hunched in on himself at all times, though it doesn't make him look less imposing. Large and very strong hands with a careful and gentle touch.

GLORY HOUND •/ 5'8" and lean. Dark brown skin and brown eyes. Black hair in tight coils. When in her hunting attire, she wears a wolf's head. Still wears long and dark clothing even in casual settings. Stands tall and confident, with a stern and powerful face. Even when you're taller you still feel small compared to her. Lots of strength hidden beneath her skin. Smiles lazily when she's comfortable. Keeps a wolf's tooth on a necklace; her father's name is burned into it.

COLD BLUE •/ 6'2" with a strong and somewhat muscled body. White skin and dark brown eyes often ringed with eyeliner. Long, pale blue hair (naturally dark brown) that nearly reaches his waist, with streaks of black near the ends. Wardrobe varies, but he often goes sleeveless and wears black and chains almost always. Bouncy and full of life and movement. A too-big, almost unsettling grin. His face always betrays his emotions (and he really wishes it wouldn't).

SHOCKING •/ 5'7". White skin and blue eyes. Somewhat ragged ginger hair that reaches just past her shoulders, frequently adorned with messily-cut strips of fabric. Wears lots of tie-dye, loose pants, and tank tops. Wears exclusively sandals or flip-flops. A playful smirk and eyes that narrow when she gets an idea. Skin is rarely ever free of marks; she likes to doodle on herself. Frequently puts pens and pencils behind her ears (occasionally joints, and, in one instance, chewed gum).

NECROMANTIC •/ 5'6" and chubby. White skin and long, wavy black hair. Lost her eyes to disease as a toddler and keeps prosthetics in their place (white, with no irises). Usually pins her bangs back. Wardrobe tends to consist of dresses and skirts - often red and/or black, sometimes with lace. Wears sunglasses often. Moves slowly, but carefully and deliberately. Controlled body language and minimal gestures. Fingers adorned with rings that she likes the feeling of. Usually always seen in public with her cane.

BRUISER •/ 6'3" and muscled. Tanned white skin and hazel eyes. Light brown hair just past her shoulders; almost always braided. Simple wardrobe; tank tops, t-shirts, and shorts or jeans. Likes light purple a lot. Has what many would call a mean face; strong and angular and constantly scowling. Walks in long, confident strides. Arms often crossed, or hands on her hips. A harsh smirk but a bashful smile. Her brother's dog tags are her only accessory.

SUNSHOWER •/ 5'10" and lean. Light brown skin and grey eyes. Long brown hair that reaches his mid-back, with a single streak of turquoise in the front; hair is almost always kept in elaborate braids. Wardrobe is on the "feminine" side, frequently featuring shorter shorts, flowing/loose clothing, lace, etc. Labret piercing. A big, beaming smile and a face that tells you you're in trouble when it goes blank. Graceful and walks lightly. Wears a knife pendant with a blue jewel dangling from it.

REQUIEM •/ 5'11". Light brown skin and brown eyes. Short, messy black hair that stops just above his eyes. Wardrobe is almost exclusively hoodies and jeans. He either has his hood pulled over his head or a hat worn backwards. Septum piercing and piercings in both ears. A sullen face and a serious mouth. Avoids any eye contact that lasts for more than ten seconds, unless he's angry. Any time he smiles, it's soft and sincere. Wears a knife pendant with a black jewel dangling from it.

SPINET •/ 6'0" and spindly. Brown skin and shoulder-length, straight black hair. The only one to be visibly modified; has a turntable in place of his face, fully capable of playing records. Has a hole in his neck that he feeds nutrients in through + a display in his throat that allows him to still speak. Will wear just about anything; no specific wardrobe. Extremely long and sharp natural nails painted black. Seems to droop even when he stands still. Moves awkwardly.

BLOOD RAGE •/ 4'11". White skin and big brown eyes. Deep purple, black, and pink (naturally mousy brown) hair just past her shoulders, often loosely curled. Wardrobe varies wildly but often consists of skirts, tights, and sometimes corsets. Wears dark makeup frequently. Septum piercing and a piercing in each nostril. A scowling face and teeth she's not afraid to bare. When she's happy, her face is light and almost childlike, with a loose smile and bright eyes.

KILLNOISE •/ 5'7". White skin and greyish-blue eyes. Wavy hair just past his shoulders, black on the top half before turning abruptly to blond on the bottom half (naturally a reddish-brown). A thinner face with faint stubble. Wardrobe consists mostly of black and white clothing; owns a studded jacket that he adores. Often wears ripped jeans. Frequently adorned with scraped knees from skating.

HYSTERIA •/ 6'1". White skin and blue eyes. Short, light brown hair. Wardrobe is typically just t-shirts and jeans. Broad shoulders and a thicker body. A face that would be firm were it not so nervous. Brows frequently knitted together. Bitten lips that he worries at far too much. His shoulders tense up and he ducks his head to hide his face when he laughs or smiles. Big but soft hands. Always fidgeting and shifting nervously. Has been labeled as plain-looking.

HONEYBEE •/ 5'6". Light brown skin and brown doe eyes. Fluffy black hair that reaches just past her shoulders, shaved almost down to the skin on the left side. Almost always wears dark clothing. An unemotional but gentle face; round and soft. Lots of freckles. Left ear has one piercing. Scars all across her arms and thighs, turned faint and white with age. Stands straight but without confidence. Frequently wears a bracelet with various colored beads; black for herself, red for her husband, orange for her stepdaughter, and white for her stepson.

ACIDMOUTH •/ 5'9". Brown skin with white patches of vitiligo. Brown eyes and long, curly bright green hair with black roots growing in. Wardrobe varies, but frequently wears vests and pants that she decorates herself. An hourglass figure with wide hips. Likes to wear chains and padlocks round her neck, and often wears fingerless gloves. Has scars in the shape of a smiley face on her left thigh (it's a long story).

[alexandralyman]

escape (the pina colada song)

Just a little S7, CS drabble that’s vaguely spoilery for Regina and Killian’s new Seattle identities and jobs but nothing beyond that, and assumes Killian is cursed with no memory of Emma.

Monday is Pina Colada Night at Roni’s, when the bartenders wear plastic flower leis and serve $3 drink specials to help drum up business on the slowest night of the week.

John Rogers hates rum, hates bars, but he gets dragged along with the 8 p.m shift change that is as predictable as the tide. Clock out, change from uniform to civilian clothes, and go get shitfaced. Wednesdays at the Irish pub for Guinness and darts, Fridays at that place with a DJ and dancefloor and girls who liked cops (in that way that just makes him vaguely ill), and Mondays at Roni’s.

She’s got the heat on even though they’re in the middle of an Indian summer, to add to the “tropical” atmosphere (and, he suspects, to sell even more of the ice-cold drinks) but he leaves his black cotton jacket on while the rest of his co-workers are knocking back vast quantities of rum and pineapple juice in T-shirts and shorts. He’s never quite fit in with the rest of them, his accent marking him as an outsider every time he opens his mouth (which isn’t often, when he’s not on duty) and he nurses his single drink and counts down the minutes until he can make his exit without anyone noticing. He just needs to wait until his partner, Chalmers, finds the girl he’s going to hit on and probably go home with at the end of the night. Chalmers was everything John was not, a smooth-talker with the ladies who’d been nicknamed “Prince Charming” back at the precinct for his ability to charm his way into the beds of the fairer sex. Roni was a rare holdout, rolling her eyes at Chalmers’s pick up lines and telling him just where he could shove his so-called charm.

“I’ve met a real prince charming or two back in my day, and believe me, you don’t even come close.”

Roni’s not his friend, not exactly, but anyone who tells off his arrogant prick of a partner is fine by him.

“Hey, Rogers, check out the blonde who just walked in. Never seen her in here before.”

John looks up from his phone and the fishing game he was playing to pass the time (one of these days he was going to buy his own boat, he even has a picture of a tall ship set as his wallpaper) and squints in the direction Chalmers was pointing. She was facing away from to them, and all he could see was long blonde hair hanging down a slim back and a fantastic arse in a pair of tight jeans. Perfect, she was just his partner’s type and once Chalmers was distracted enough by her, John would leave a healthy tip for Roni and head back to his own small flat a few blocks away.

Alone.

The way he likes it.

Roni brings a fresh round to their table and accepts the bills Chalmers hands her to send a pina colada to the mystery blonde. His fishing game beeped in his hand, but John finds himself watching as she makes her way through the crowd with the gift and taps the woman on her shoulder. Chalmers sits up straighter beside him, pasting on a toothy grin when Roni gestures towards him, her lips moving as she obviously explains that he had sent over the drink. It was an opening gambit that didn’t always work, some women were reluctant to accept drinks from strange men in bars, but Chalmers elbows him painfully in the ribs when she takes the glass and slips the red straw between her lips. John feels the breath catch in his throat, even from across the room he can see that she's a stunningly beautiful woman. He suddenly wishes that he had sent her the drink, even though he never hits on women in bars. His utter lack of any kind of love or sex life was near daily cannon fodder to both his partner and fellow cops, barbed jabs lobbed back and forth in the bullpen that he ignores for the most part. 

“Wish me luck, not that I’ll need it.”

“Good luck mate,” he says automatically, lying though his teeth. He wishes for Chalmers to get eaten by the inflatable crocodile that always hangs above the bar on Pina Colada Night, a grinning pool toy that sports oversized novelty sunglasses and a straw hat instead. The blonde has been swallowed up by the crowd and Chalmers leaves the table to find her, John eyes the path to the door, it’s hot, he hates rum, and bars, and he longs for the cool quiet of his flat, with the ship in the bottle that he bought at the flea market sitting on his nightstand and the new swan-feather pillow that is supposed to help him sleep.

“Hey.”

John looks up at the voice and blinks in surprise to see the blonde standing by his table, drink in hand. She’s wearing a white T-shirt that is slightly transparent under the lights (he’s a man, he notices) and a strange necklace, a silver chain with two little charms hanging just above her breasts. One is a skull and the other is a dagger, it looks like something a pirate would wear on the high seas, not a gorgeous (and single? maybe? was he that lucky?) blonde in the middle of Seattle. She holds the glass in her right hand and the left is behind her back, jammed in the pocket of her jeans. John can’t see if she’s wearing a wedding ring and he suddenly, desperately hopes that she’s not.

“Thanks for the drink.”

He feels his eyes widen and a flush in his cheeks, she thought he had sent her the pina colada? A quick glance over her shoulder shows him that Roni has detained Chalmers, he’s got his back to them and Roni’s dark gaze meets John’s for a moment before she goes back to whatever it is she’s saying. The bar owner is not his friend, but she hates his partner and he realizes that she’s keeping Chalmers occupied so that he can talk to the blonde instead. Panic wells up in him, he’s not good at this, he’s never been good at this, and he has no bloody clue what to do or say.

“You’re very welcome, love.”

The endearment slips out before he can stop it and a smile lifts her lips that makes his heart miss a beat.

“Come here often?” she asks, with a hint of something he can’t quite decipher behind the question.

“Not nearly often enough, since this is the first time I’ve ever seen you.”

He’s no Prince Charming, but he surprises himself with the words that make her lovely face blush behind her curtain of hair that reminds him of the yellow buttercups in his neighbour’s windowbox, the ones that he always stops and looks at for a moment on his way to work in the morning.

She leaves with him, stepping out into the perpetual Seattle drizzle that has her white T-shirt going even more see-through in moments, but John Rogers is an officer and a gentleman and he gives her his black cotton jacket to wear, after she pulls him to her by the lapels and kisses him soundly in the shadows of the alley next to Roni’s.

He hates rum, but he loves the taste of it from her mouth, all sugar and spice and pineapple juice. It’s sweet and tart and he just might start drinking it more often, especially if she drinks it with him. 

He doesn’t make it to darts at the pub on Wednesday, as soon as he clocks out he goes against the tide and buys both a bottle of Bacardi and a bunch of buttercups for his date with the woman who hasn’t left his thoughts since Pina Colada Night. There’s freshly washed sheets on his bed and an unopened pack of condoms tucked in the nightstand drawer under his ship in a bottle.

A man can dream, after all, and John thinks that Emma Jones moving to Seattle from some little town in Maine he can’t remember the name of is a dream come true.

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Weekend Date Outfits – 20 Ways To Dress Up For Weekend Date

Weekend Date Outfits. The weekend rolls around, you and your special someone are ready to hit the town together. But what do you wear?! Maybe you have run out of inspiration or maybe you are looking for a new look to spice up your regular ol’ blouse and jeans combo. If that is the case, then here at Outfit Trends we have you covered.

Whether you are looking for a cute date night outfit for this Friday, a look for a summer lunch date, or even just fun ways to dress up your jeans for the perfect Saturday date night ensemble, look no further because we will be covering all that and more in this post for weekend date outfits!

What To Wear For Your Weekend Date

Whether you have something formal planned, or even if you just plan on going for a walk and eating some tacos, we’re sure you’ll find some inspiration from the amazing date night outfits we share today.

↓25. Stylish Friday Date Night Outfit

In our earlier post, we already talked about 20 Best Outfits to wear on a Date, but today, its all about the weekend shenanigans. For a gorgeous and stylish outfit, check out this ensemble. Featuring a show-stopping pair of mulberry red pants, this look is perfect for an evening out with your love. Start with a black spaghetti strapped top and tuck into high-waist pants. These hit right above the ankle and feature a wide belt that perfectly cinches the waist. Some translucent “glass” heels help to elongate the leg and really highlight those gorgeous pants. For accessories, opt for a delicate drop necklace and a glitzy, glamorous purse. Loose curls and matching red nails further complete the look.

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↓24. Casual But Cute For Outdoors Date

For the fun and warm-hearted gal, this sweet look is perfect for a date night with your hubby! This yellow button down top features detailed sleeves and a lovely v-neck, perfectly showcasing an eye-catching necklace. Perfect for a shorter torso-ed girl, this top’s hemline hits right at the belly button. But there’s no bare midriff here. Instead, these white mid-rise skinny jeans take center stage along with a thin, brand name belt. It’s all about the accessories with this look, but don’t forget that bold and beautiful hairdo! Last but not least, a statement pair of earrings – white to match the jeans – and some trendy heels complete the look.

Here are some more cute outfits for a casual outdoors date:

↓23. Fabulous In All-Black

There are few things sexier than an all-black ensemble. Add a leather jacket to it and you have just taken it to a whole new level. This black one-piece jumper is flattering in all the right ways and is such a great piece to either dress up or dress down depending on the occasion. In this case, it’s all about the style. Let your hair down and throw on a pair of glitzy earrings. A black handbag and heels offer the finishing touches to this stylish look.

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If you feel like making it more fun, add on a denim jacket over your black slip dress and don’t forget your sexy heels.

↓22. Date Outfit with Jeans

For a classic and easily styled look, check out this weekend date night look featuring ripped skinny jeans. When styled correctly, even this deceptively casual clothing item can look chic. This crepe navy blue top features bell sleeves and an embroidered neckline. Loose curls pair well with the statement sunglasses and trend-setting earrings. Beige open-toed heels match perfectly with this pale handbag, providing the perfect finish to this cute weekend date look.

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↓21. How To Dress For a Saturday Lunch Date

This look is perfect for a breezy fall Saturday lunch out. Pair a black off-the-shoulder sweater with a patterned shin-length skirt of your choice. Soft brown booties match this cross-body purse so well, and is further complemented by this chic hat worn over loose curls. You’ll be warm but best of all, you will look gorgeous! If you’re planning on watching a movie, then we highly recommend this post on Movie Date Outfits.

↓20. The Perfect Weekend Beach Date Outfit

For an endlessly chic and stylish beach look, check out this gorgeous ensemble. This boldly printed dress is so feminine and fashionable. Throw on an oversized pair of statement earrings and a cute beach hat. Opt for chic flip-hlops and a standout purse.

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↓19. Sweet & Simple For Your First Date

For the gal that loves a girly but understated style, this is the look for you! This pink, high-necked peasant-style blouse has long sleeves and is covered in a smattering of darling red and pink flowers. It’s paired with an oversized pair of gold statement earrings and dark blue skinny jeans. Last but not least, opt for a comfy pair of clunky wedge heels – these match perfectly with the earrings! Don’t forget your best accessory – a gorgeous smile!

↓18. What to Wear for a Glam Weekend Dinner Date

Wouldn’t we all just love to be whisked away for a dinner date overlooking this gorgeous view?! For a night where you want to look especially glam, check out this look. This stunning cocktail dress features short bell sleeves and a v-neck. It’s satiny, silky emerald green and is sure to catch the eye of that special date of yours. Loose hair, diamond earrings, and a brand name purse of your choice fully complete this look. But don’t forget those strappy silver heels – pairing perfectly with that beautiful purse!

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↓17. Leather & Jeans

For the woman who loves a little edge, this is the look for you. A lacy top (or bodysuit) is worn under a pair of ankle-length skinny jeans with distressed hem. Opt for accessories like this delicate necklace and small hoop earrings. The leather jacket pairs well with this statement handbag bedecked in tiny studs and silver finishes. Last but not least, go for some white, pointy-toed heels and a silver belt to top it off.

↓16. Gorgeously Sleek

Not all of us can pull off shiny vinyl leggings but if you can rock it, then why not! This look is fun, sexy, and glam. And you can get away with minimal accessories – a win in our book! Opt for an off-the-shoulder blouse with bell sleeves and loose, spiraling curls. Knee-high boots and red lipstick complete this simple but fabulous ensemble.

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↓15. Vinyl Pants For The Win

For the brave gals: these vinyl pants may seem risky but they’re also crazy fun and eye-catching. Paired with this white cashmere one-sleeved top, these pants are the standout piece of this ensemble. Opt for a simple necklace and various jewelry pieces, like a ring and a couple of bracelets. Loose hair and manicured nails really bring the finishing touches to this look. Here are 20 Cute First Date Outfit Ideas for Girls He will Love.

↓14. Uber Chic Coffee Date Look

These trend-setting sunglasses are too gorgeous not to revisit! This navy blue tiered top features a fun eyelet style that is great for dates outdoors as you’ll feel cool without sacrificing style. Skinny jeans and a taupe colored handbag round off this lovely Saturday look.

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↓13. Midwestern Style

For the girl that loves a Midwestern look, this is the ensemble for you. Thigh-high boots and funky-patterned skirt really bring a western vibe, and this off-the-shoulder long-sleeved top is perfect for rounding off the look. Long, loose curls and minimal jewelry finish off the outfit.

↓12. Casual Weekend Date Outfit

This is a natural, all-girl look perfect for those coffee dates or lunches out at your favorite spot in town. Casual but pretty and stylish, opt for a high-necked white blouse and ripped jeans. A watch and boots are pretty much the only finishing touches you’ll need, so play up your makeup and hair and let them do the talking.

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↓11. Stylish Sunday Brunch Date Outfit

For an LA-inspired look, why not try this super cute outfit? An olive green chambray shirt is worn over a black camisole top, tucked into a pair of ripped white skinny jeans. Wear your hair in long, loose curls and accessorize with an oversize black purse, sunglasses, a velvety soft brown hat, and dangling earrings. Make sure to play up your makeup and have fun with your choice of footwear. A great option would be a pair of booties or even some strapped heels. Don’t forget your favorite bracelet and necklace!

↓10. Comfy & Cute

A simple look for the girl that loves a low-key look that’s both comfortable and stylish, check this ensemble out. It’s all about the jacket with this outfit. Feel free to go a little bold with the statement jacket of your choice. This one is denim-inspired and features an array of decorative buttons. Wear over the little black dress of your choice and pair with some white slip-on shoes. Long loose curls and a purse are the only accessories needed! For more ideas, here are 20 Awesome Ways To Style The Little Black Dress in 2019.

↓9. Fun Daytime Date Outfit

This look is perfect for a day out with your love when you want to look cute and put-together but still comfortable enough to run errands afterward 😉 (Because real-life love stories include trips to Home Depot as well as the dinners out at the Ritz!) Simply opt for a sweater featuring some kind of standout feature. This one has large horizontal stripes. Tuck the front bit into the top of your jeans and grab your favorite oversize purse. For a chic hairdo, tease out your hair and pull back into a low pony, making sure to tug a few strands lose to frame your neck and face. Last but not least, choose your favorite array of jewelry. Opt for statement earrings, an understated clavicle necklace, and a bracelet or two.

↓8. Pretty in Pink

For a darling look, opt for a blush-colored and pair with similar colored heels. Don’t forget your clutch and loose, romantic curls!

↓7. Fall Outfit

This stylish look is perfect for a date at your local vineyard. Opt for a well-fitting, thick cashmere sweater. Beige is sophisticated and works great when paired with jeans. Go bold with your choice of footwear, like these cheetah-printed booties. Last but not least, bring along your favorite oversize purse and pop your favorite sunglasses up on your head for the perfect finishing touch.

↓6. What to Wear for a Weekend Dinner Date at Home

This look is perfect for those nights in on the back porch or sitting at the dining room table with your favorite candles. This dress is bright yellow with trumpet sleeves, a v-neck, and a wraparound style skirt. It falls just below the knee and is paired with some slip-on flats and an oversize pair of earrings. It’s a minimalist-like look that is perfectly feminine, simple, yet beautiful.

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↓5. Chilly Autumn Daytime Outfit

This look is perfect for a warmer winter day or a chilly autumn day where you want to be warm but still look cute! With this ensemble, you’ll wear a charcoal gray turtleneck sweater under a fitted black leather jacket. Tuck your turtleneck into a pair of high-waist light-wash jeans and pop a snow-white beanie on your head! For footwear, go for a pair of black booties or even knee-high boots. Go for a light and fresh makeup look and a necklace to accessorize.

↓ 4. Sweet & Feminine

If you want to look sweet and feminine, you really can’t go wrong with a dress. This dress modestly falls almost to the ankle, and it has a lace hem, a v-neck, and a darling row of buttons down the front. Slip on your favorite pair of nude heels and let your hair down. This look is effortless but so pretty.

↓3. Dressy, Beautiful & Cocktail Party Ready

This satiny slip style dress is so perfect for a dinner out with your love! It’s an effortless look and works beautifully with a handful of black accessories: namely, black heels, a black clutch, and diamond earrings. And that’s all! Let your hair down and opt for a smokey eye makeup look. You’re ready for a night out on the town!

↓2. Black & White Weekend Date Outfit

This is a daring and bold look for the gal that loves showing off her figure! A strappy black top with back cutouts is tucked into a white high-waist pencil skirt. Pair with black stilettos and loose, wavy hair. Voila! Date night ready.

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↓1. Fun & Sweet Date Night Ensemble

For a cute summer date outfit, pair a white crop-top with the midi skirt of your choice! This skirt is boldly patterned and looks great with these glitzy heels. Pull your hair back in a half-up, half-down updo, and pop in some hoop earrings.

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How to dress Bohemian Cloth and Accessories

If are manufactured from some materials or textures and catchy You should not include more than just four shades in the combos.

You may utilize tones like black, gray, beige, or brown as crucial possibilities, spicing them up with shades that are red,

purple, golden or bordeaux. Among the most spectacular and feminine styles that exist as trends in the realm of style is your boho

or bohemian one, which forms an significant part the trend lines of many brands. Originally, the etymology of this term goes to

the land of Bohemia, having been located on the territory of today's Czech Republic. Longing for freedom and yearning to break

stereotypes of earth surrounding them and the principles, the carriers of these ideology created a personality that was very

specific and, really, unique , serving as an irreplaceable source of inspiration today. If you also to be a bohemian goddess, then

be sure to understand the rules and style suggestions on the best way best to wear the boho-chic fashion fad!  Shop Bohemian accessories from online Manipura Shop.

Being a Bohemian Goddess: The Way to Wear The Boho-Chic Fashion

• Multi-layered textures. • Natural tones and colors. This immediately implies the lack of neon shades. Apart from these three

basic instructions, we could talk about the style interference like folk, even gypsy, and army style garments. There are also

certain principles underlying the design of the boho appears, according to which it is significant: • The existence of diverse

hints, checks, ethnic inspired prints, patterns and avant-garde style accents.

• For some looks that are romantic, the use of weightless and soft fabrics such as lace and chiffon is very descriptive. Ribbons,

floral decorations, and bows are also a method of producing the images that are vibrant and romantic. The inclination towards

classic appearances is noticeable in this regard.

How to Employ The Bohemian Fashion Like A Queen?

The Principal Elements of the Boho Style

The Choice of Garments • the usage of natural fabrics such as linen, velvet, chiffon, silk, fur, suede, leather, lace, cotton,

etc.. • The next option is that the boho hippie style encompassing the characteristic details of this hippie style and combining

them with the boho ideology. The outcome of this can be colors, matched with the intimate and smoky vibes' use. Boho Accessories

• High waisted layouts, flare finishes, fringes, big accessories, lace, maxi skirts, variously textured pieces, knitted details,

etc.. Tunics knitted sweaters, ripped denim bits, such as shorts, jeans or rompers, loosely hanging dresses, denim crochet or fur

stripes are additional typical style clothes. In addition you can also use garments like ripped jeans, velour or velvet trousers,

cardigans and coats particularly when they are made out of flowery prints, trench coats, fur outerwear clothes, etc.. • As for the

layouts, one primary feature is that the use of various layers of fabrics, over sized knitted sweaters topping dresses, a variety

of accessories, and bright and tricky handbags, all put in a charming harmony.

• The lavish number of accessories, including bracelets, sunglasses, necklaces, straps, silver earrings, pearls or jewels, bands,

headbands etc.. • Materials utilized for the mixtures are just as significant, thus coming with similar choices as we noted in

case of boho looks in general, placing a special emphasis on the natural cloths used. As for boho style shoes, the specific types

of footwear which you want are ballet flats, ethnic inspired sandals having the influence of Greek, Roman, or African styles,

cowboy boots, etc., but the most significant is that they should be matching the color of the garments and more rather come in

neutral tones such as brown or beige. For more options, think neutral ankle boots or gladiator sandals carrying fringe details or

buckles.

How to Wear The Boho-Chic Fashion

The simplest way of going boho is integrating a few normal bohemian style clothing in your wardrobe, including maxi gowns or maxi

skirts (learn: How to Wear Maxi Skirts), which can be matched with crochet tops, oversize shirts, picture t-shirts or simple

chambray tops.

• The color palette is the distinguishing aspect of the boho-chic design, coming with print and pattern solutions also shaping the

tone combinations that are unexpected and bright. So as to produce the softness of their looks and the effect this style allows

using neutral and pastel colors like pink, blue, and gray. In this section we can speak about a number of aspects that are feature

that are strange that the bohemian style is especially noted for, one of which the keys are: • Not to replicate others' styles and

designs, but to come up with something creative and individual, and also to make certain to include accessories at the mixtures,

using them as accents.

When speaking about the boho-chic design, we can not but additionally note the similarities that exist between it and the hippie

style, as well as that of looks. Still, the trend of boho looks can be broken up into three groups. Footwear The Main

Characteristics of Boho-Chic Design

Basic Kinds of The Boho-Chic Style Coming to bohemian accessories, we could first speak about pieces such as fedora hats, turbans,

head wraps and headbands, colorful scarves and vintage-style sunglasses, bracelets and other jewelry pieces which may become

finishing touches to your boho-chic looks! Additionally, you can even go for silver Mexican necklaces, Arabic finger rings,

African necklaces, big pendants, etc..

• Comfort in everything, especially regarding shoes, that are traditionally made with not substantial heels, on wedges or

platform. Historically, boho is quite a style that is young, having originated as such in the 60′s. So it is the style of the

manner of attractive and free people, artists and the style of those, who would like to be totally free! When we were to define

the boho disposition as likely we'd use details like joyfulness and openness to the world. The continuous search of new inventions

and discoveries, the longing towards the world that is harmonious that is free and at precisely the exact same time and every

thing that is beautiful and artistic are exactly what the boho style is really shaped with. • For the classy boho style,

particulars like mohair, velvet, and knitwear, frequently paired with deign prints are all normal.

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How to Wear The Boho-Chic Fashion Trend

One of the most spectacular and feminine styles that exist as trends in the world of fashion is the boho or bohemian one, which forms an important part of the fashion lines of many brands. Originally, the etymology of the word goes to the land of Bohemia, having been located on the territory of the present day Czech Republic. Longing for freedom and yearning to break all the accepted rules and dogmatic stereotypes of the world surrounding them, the carriers of these ideology created a very specific and, indeed, unique style, serving as an irreplaceable source of inspiration even nowadays. If you also long to be a bohemian goddess, make sure you know all the rules and style tips on how to wear the boho-chic fashion trend!

Historically, boho is quite a young style, having originated as such in the ‘60s. So it’s the style of artists, the style of free and beautiful people and just the style of those, who want to be free! If we were to define the boho mood as such, probably we would use descriptive details like joyfulness and openness to the world. The constant search of new inventions and discoveries, the longing towards everything that’s artistic and beautiful and the absolutely free and at the same time harmonious inner world are what the boho style is actually shaped with.

The Main Elements of the Boho Style

In this section we can speak about a number of peculiar characteristic aspects that the bohemian style is especially noted for, among which the keys are:

• The use of natural fabrics like linen, velvet, chiffon, silk, fur, suede, leather, denim, cotton, etc.

• Multi-layered textures.

• Comfort in everything, especially regarding shoes, which are traditionally made with not too high heels, on platform or wedges.

• The lavish amount of accessories, including bracelets, sunglasses, necklaces, belts, earrings, pearls or jewels, bands, headbands etc.

• Natural tones and colors. This immediately implies the absence of neon shades.

• The existence of floral patterns, checks, ethnic inspired prints, eclectic hints and avant-garde style accents.

• High waisted designs, flare finishes, fringes, big accessories, lace, maxi skirts, variously textured pieces, knitted details, etc.

• You shouldn’t include more than four shades in the combos if the garments you pick are already catchy and made of some attention-grabbing materials or textures. You may thus use tones like black, gray, beige, or brown as key options, spicing them up with golden, purple, red or bordeaux shades.

Basic Types of The Boho-Chic Style

When talking about the boho-chic style, we can’t but also note the similarities that exist between it and the hippie style, as well as that of vintage looks. Still, the main trend of boho looks may be divided into three main groups.

• For the classy boho style, details like mohair, velvet, and knitwear, often complemented with jacquard deign prints are typical.

• For some more romantic looks, the application of soft and weightless fabrics like chiffon and lace is descriptive. Floral decorations, ribbons, and bows are also a good way of creating the romantic and dreamy images. The inclination towards vintage looks is noticeable in this respect.

• The following option is the boho hippie style encompassing the characteristic details of the hippie style and merging them with the boho ideology. The outcome of this is the usage of lavish and bright colors, matched with the girly and romantic vibes.

However, apart from these three basic directions, we can also speak about the style interferences like folk, military, and even gipsy style garments. There are also certain principles underlying the design of the boho looks, according to which it’s important:

• Not to copy others’ styles and designs, but to come up with something individual and creative, and also to be sure to include accessories in the combinations, using them as primary accents.

• As for the designs, one primary characteristic feature is the use of multiple layers of fabrics, oversized knitted sweaters topping dresses, a variety of accessories, and catchy and bright handbags, all put in a charming harmony with each other.

• The color palette is the following distinguishing aspect of the boho-chic style, coming with unusual print and pattern solutions, thus also shaping the bright and unexpected tone combinations. This style also allows the use of pastel and neutral shades like gray, blue, and pink in order to create the weightless effect and the softness of the looks.

• Materials used for the combinations are just as important, thus coming with similar options as we noted in case of boho looks in general, placing a special emphasis on the natural fabrics used.

The Main Characteristics of Boho-Chic Style

The Choice of Garments

The easiest way of going boho is incorporating some typical bohemian style clothing into your wardrobe, including maxi dresses or maxi skirts (learn: How to Wear Maxi Skirts), which can be matched with crochet tops, oversized shirts, graphic t-shirts or simple chambray tops.

Tunics, slouchy knitted sweaters, ripped denim pieces, like short shorts, jeans or rompers, loosely hanging mini dresses, crochet, denim or fur vests are other typical bohemian style garments. In addition you can also use garments like ripped jeans, velour or velvet pants, cardigans and jackets especially when they are designed with floral prints, trench coats, fur outerwear garments, etc.

Footwear

As for boho style shoes, the exact types of footwear that you need are ballet flats, ethnic inspired sandals having the influence of Greek, Roman, or African styles, cowboy boots, etc., but the most important is that they should be matching the shade of the garments and more preferably come in neutral tones like beige or brown. For more options, think gladiator sandals or neutral ankle boots, often carrying buckles or fringe details.

Boho Accessories

Coming to bohemian accessories, we can first of all speak about pieces like fedora hats, turbans, headwraps and headbands, colorful scarves and vintage-style sunglasses, bracelets and other jewelry pieces that can become ideal finishing touches for your boho-chic looks! In addition, you can also opt for silver Mexican bracelets, Arabic finger rings, African necklaces, big pendants, etc.

Comfort, neutral colors and an easy feel are the main descriptive elements of the boho-chic style. Although the clothing pieces and the accessories take the center stage in such looks, it’s no less important to pay attention to your hair and makeup. Boho-chic style requires a minimal makeup look and easy out-of-bed hairstyles or ones featuring braids and relaxed top knots.

How to Go Boho In The Cold Weather

An idea persists among many ladies that boho is exclusively for the warm weather and when it gets colder, going boho is useless. Still, this is quite erroneous, because in case of being styled correctly, boho style can, indeed, form some very comfy and cool looks for the fall/winter seasons too.

For instance, you can pick cotton, denim, or linen skirts in bright and saturated shades. Big prints and patterns and options like florals and ethic inspired variants are especially recommended.

Finally, you just need to combine this with the dark shade of the leggings and a monochrome jacket. In addition, you may use a minimalistically designed white shirt for the absolute perfection.

However, if you don’t feel like wearing skirts, you can go for skinny pants, adorned with some thematic design patterns or other types of accents matching them with voluminous and relaxed tops or some warm jackets taken with minimalistic forms.

Where to Wear Boho

There are a number of occasions, which are especially suitable for opting for boho. They go as follows!

Walks

Boho is simply perfect for walks with your family or friends, since it’s comfy and cute at the same time, that is, the garments do not limit your movements and don’t act as factors for you to get tired quicker.

Workplace

Boho can easily be interpreted into classic looks as well, that’s why it is also recommended wearing boho to work, of course, taking into account the fact that the quantities of shiny details and the use of more muted shades are preferable.

Shopping

Another great idea is going boho for shopping. This is again explained with the fact of comfort prevailing in the boho style.

Home

Finally, you can also wear the boho trend at home, since this will become a universal and extremely suitable way of having chic looks everywhere including home!

Talking about the exclusions, we may first of all note leather, synthetic fabrics, polyester, and natural fur elements. Fans of this style value boho not only as a style of dressing but also take it as a lifestyle. They often happen to be vegetarians and act for the protection of animal rights.

Among the celebrities that love bohemian looks we can note Kate Moss, who is considered to be the founder of this style, but also Siena Miller, the Olsen sisters, Kirsten Dunst, Nicole Richie, Mischa Barton, and Neve Campbell.

So look like a bohemian goddess, a child of flowers, following the principles of the creation of these romantic and uber-charming looks!

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT

Because of a combination of a weak body and her already existing scoliosis, this Myth spent most of her childhood bedridden and isolated from the world. With her frail body, Myth turned to reading and studying as her only two modes of entertainment. Myth was practically homeschooled, and from there Myth found her talent in writing. Although she is an expert in writing short stories, her true expertise lies in her essays that span a bunch of topics, ranging from science to history to even pop culture. Once her family raised enough money to get her scoliosis surgery, Myth was ready to attend Hope’s Peak and won’t let back pain stop her. When she graduated, Myth then was given the option to chaperone the Ultimates and Jr. Ultimates, and that is how our story begins!

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RELATIONSHIPS

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Romantic

A high-school celebrity thanks to their boyish charm and their lovable rogue personality, Wyre is well-known for being able to charm anyone, male or female, and Myth is most definitely is no exception to this rule. In fact, Myth has been Wyre‘s favorite flirting and teasing target ever since they first met in Hope‘s Peak, and Wyre has been Myth’s first-ever friend since. This hopeless bisexual just couldn’t handle the rugged muscles or the bad boy attitude of her  tomboyish charmer of a BFF. Myth is currently working on an essay to confess her feelings for Wyre. 

Outfit: Neatly-combed pixie cut, black blazer over a messily buttoned white shirt, tan pants, black loafers, glasses, necklace, and bracelet from original design.

Anon Scar, Ultimate Voice Actress

Famous for her wide range of voices and her typecasting into villainous or demonic characters, Anon Scar chose to embrace the archetype of her usual characters and put on her classic “Demon of Tounges” act that roped her tons of fans in the seiyuu fan community. When Myth first met Scar, she was scared off by the voice actress‘s deep voice and hammy performances. From there, Scar knew to tone down her theatrics around Myth and soon Myth saw Scar for who she truly is: a kindhearted and almost maternal teenager. 

Outfit: Shoulder-length hair, a black ski cap with a skull on the front, black headphones with a microphone on the right ear, a black and white striped sweater, black fingerless gloves, scarf, skirt, stockings, and boots from original design. 

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Personal Assistant

In order to support both his parents and his little brother, Fusion had to take several odd jobs, ranging from a waiter to a cashier to even a court stenographer, resulting in him gathering an entire arsenal of skills and the title of Ultimate Personal Assistant. Despite his frightening height, Fusion’s kindhearted, reliable, and paternal nature made Myth warm up to him very easily. If Myth is ever in pain and needs her medication and comfort items, Fusion always has what she needs stashed somewhere on his body. Myth is still wondering to this day, where exactly does Fusion keep those things?

Outfit: Afro tied into a long and puffy ponytail with a red hair tie, blue and yellow vest over a red dress shirt and a yellow bow tie, white gloves, glasses, pants, and shoes from original design. 

Fusion Anon II, Ultimate Procrastinator

Getting picked on at school for her bookish, nerdy personality and her natural genius, Fusion II reinvented herself with a flippant, bad-girl personality, who couldn’t care less about her studies. Despite not caring about academics, Fusion II’s grades are still the top of her school. While originally scared of Fusion II, due to her punk fashion and delinquent personality, Myth’s fear of Fusion II diminished when Myth caught her reading one of her essays in the library, proving that she is still a massive bookworm and a nerd, much to the procrastinator’s dismay.

Outfit: Blue streaks in her ruffled up hair, black spiked headband, dark blue denim jacket with golden spikes on the shoulder, black fingerless gloves, dark blue skirt with a tattered edge, tall spiky metal boots that add 4 inches onto her height, sunglasses, t-shirt and choker from original design.

Just Anon, Ultimate Poet

Despite what his adorable pastel fashion sense, innocent talent, and his calming hypnotic poetry would suggest, in reality, Janon has a foul mouth and an equally foul attitude and wants nothing more than to lie in bed all day without people bothering him. Myth can relate to that big time, alongside having a talent relating to writing, which makes Myth one of the few people who Janon is able to open up to. Sometimes, Myth and Janon organise ”nap nests“ (aka. piles and piles of blankets and pillows) and exchange what they have written together. 

Outfit: An oversized pink turtleneck sweater with a bunny on the front that covers his mouth and hands, formal wear from original design.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Speedreader

Despite Sparkle’s loud and dramatic personality being more suited towards a performance themed talent, Sparkle’s true expertise lies in reading at extremely high speeds. Sparkle and Myth’s shared interest in reading made them very close friends, despite their contrasting personalities. At some time in their friendship, Myth has been christened ”THE SPECTACULAR AND SPEEDY SPARKLE’S SIMULTANEOUSLY SPECTACULAR STOPWATCHKEEPER!”, for Myth regularly times Sparkle and gives Sparkle brand new material to read. 

Outfit: A blue vest over a white dress shirt, a red and orange tarten skirt, glasses, paldrons, cape, stockings, and boots from original design.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Conspiracy Theorist, and Wet Sock Anon, Former Ultimate Ornithologist

Two great, but cursed, scientific minds, this freakish duo have took the world by storm with their “Future Avian Overlords” conspiracy theories. No matter how improbable the theory, Egg manages to point out real life aspects about the world around us, thanks to their twin, that supports the theory. But ever since Egg spread the theory that birds were just drones to Wet Sock, their relationship hasn’t been the same since. The twins scare the ever-living stuffing out of Myth, every time one of them decides to open their mouth, and Wyre regularly has to discipline them with violence for scaring her friend. 

Outfits: Dark brown sleeveless parkas over tan t-shirts, brown pants and brown boots, Egg has an alien pin and Wet Sock has a feather pin, glasses from original design. 

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Surgeon

Hailed by the medical world as a child prodigy, Curious’s steady and disciplined attitude made him a natural at surgery, despite their age and height. Having interacted with surgeons ever since she was little, Myth always felt at ease when around Curious. As a matter of fact, Myth met Curious before just before they attended Hope’s Peak Junior High, at one of the hospitals they volunteered at. Curious’s polite and charitable nature makes them a perfect companion for the timid Myth. In their off time, Myth likes to give Curious some of her short stories to read. 

Outfit: Hair in a small ponytail, mint green surgery scrubs and facemask, black pants, blue and white loafers.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Ice Skater

Myth actually saw Nerd’s performances on TV a couple of times and he was absolutely graceful and stunning on the ice. She may have a bit of a celebrity crush on him. But when she attended the Kibo-Con along with him, Myth caught wind of Nerd’s true personality: vulgar, surly, and loud-mouthed. But ever since Nerd met this tiny and timid essayist, his protective instincts have just flared up. Wyre knows about Myth’s little celebrity crush and Nerd’s little thing for Myth and is constantly coming up with schemes to choose her over the rude ice skater. 

Outfit: Hair combed over his right eye, a black, white, red and blue hoodie, black pants and red and white sneakers.

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate VS Debater

Myth thought that she was the timidest person in the Kibo-Con roster. But ever since she met Eldritch, Myth may have some competition in the timidity category. Despite his confidence and boldness on the debate podium, when put in any other situation, Eldritch starts shaking in his boots and thinking up the worst possible scenario for every occasion. Despite Myth’s kindhearted and honest nature, Eldritch seems to think that Myth’s timidity is just a facade and that she will pull out a weapon from underneath her hoodie and assassinate him. 

Outfit: Neatly combed shoulder-length hair, red suit with a maroon tie, orange pants and black boots.

Dream Anon, Ultimate Astronomer

Despite her athletic, energetic, and childish demeanor, Dream is regarded as a veritable scientific genius in the study of the vast vacuum of space, to the point of having a star cluster named after her volleyball team. Needless to say, someone like Dream wasn’t what Myth had in mind when she heard she was going to be chaperoning the Ultimate Astronomer. At first, Myth wasn’t able to keep up with Dream’s energetic and outgoing attitude. But as time went on, Myth now looks forward to her relaxing weekly stargazing with Dream. 

Outfit: Star barettes, a galaxy-printed version of her original shirt, skirt, shorts and shoes from original design.

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Paleontologist

Despite Iris’s klutziness and almost stupidly optimistic outlook on life, Iris is a verified genius when it comes to paleontology, often being cited in academic journals and discovering a couple of new paleontologic species. Iris claims that she studies paleontology because she wants to show people that the world is just awesome, no matter the time period. Myth admires Iris’s optimistic outlook on life, and wishes to learn all about Iris’s philosophy and way of life, and Iris is happy to teach Myth the ways of the Iris. Maybe Iris’s philosophy could be just the confidence boost that she needs. 

Outfit: Cracked glasses, a green dinosaur hoodie over a brown dress with fossil designs all over, brown steel-toed boots, bandages all over her body from various freak accidents at digs. 

Purple Anon, Ultimate Puzzle Solver

Ever since Purple solved a highly-difficult puzzle as a toddler, Purple managed to dominate every single puzzle that the high-tech research lab threw at her. With an unparalleled aptitude for solving all sorts of puzzles, Purple specializes in ciphers and word puzzles. Because of their intellectual yet timid natures, Purple and Myth get along very well. Because of Myth’s talent, she has no problem at all, when it comes to understanding Purple’s cryptic speech patterns and vocabulary. They regularly exchange mental stimulation with each other in the forms of scientific essays and puzzles. 

Outfit: A white sweater with a cipher puzzle of her name on the front, a skirt colored like a Rubix cube, stockings and shoes from original design.

This series will be a bisexual harem series centering around five Anons fighting for the affections of the timid essayist who just wants them all to get along.

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PERSONALITY

Because of her socially-isolated backstory, Essayist!Myth is supremely timid and often lets Wyre do the talking for her. Her time at Hope’s Peak raised her self-esteem and made her a bit more confident, but she is still painfully shy and socially-anxious. That being said, Essayist!Myth is really intelligent thanks to her hobby of reading and studying, and often finds solace with other intellectually minded Anons. Essayist!Myth isn’t at all skilled in the prospect of romance, which makes her a disaster bi, as opposed to the confident bi-ness of Romantic!Myth.

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APPEARANCE

Essayist!Myth has long brown hair with two pink barettes that goes over her right eye and reading glasses. She wears a pink hoodie with a bisexual pride badge yellow zipper and flowers on each pocket. Myth wears the purple skirt, black stockings and pink Mary Janes from her original design. 

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Let me know what you think of this series and this talentswap! If any of you have any headcanons for this AU, feel free to let me know!

-Fusion Anon

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I have been known to write an essay or two, especially one on Strawberry Shortcake lol