#the piercing and earrings are just for aesthetic purpose

[leeknot]

A Heart's Journey in the Dark

A/N : Okay so this oneshot won this!! Thank you to those who voted and i hope that you like it!

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Pairing : Jungkook × shy reader

Warnings : a little smut(fingering) reader is a virgin

Summarry : You and Jungkook get chosen to do a music project together but things get heated at one point. Will feelings get involved?

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In the dimly lit, smoky room of his studio apartment, Jungkook was tuning his guitar, the soft melody filling the air. His jet black hair was perfectly messy, and his lip ring glinted under the dim light.

As you timidly knocked on the door, Jungkook looked up from his guitar, his piercing red eyes meeting yours. He set the instrument aside and stood up, his tall, muscular frame moving with a graceful ease. "Come in." he called out, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

You hesitantly pushed open the door, taking in the darkened room. Jungkook gazed intensity at you, an amused smirk playing on his kissable lips. "Lost?" he teased gently, crossing his toned arms over his black band shirt.

"M-maybe a little." you stammered, nervously clutching your notebook to your chest like a shield. Jungkook chuckled softly, the sound unexpectedly warm and inviting despite the tough image he portrayed. "No worries, I don't bite... unless you want me to."

his smirk grew wider at your visible blush, and he took a step closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over you "But seriously, should I assume you're looking for the right door? Or did you come here on purpose?" his voice dropped lower, more intimate.

Jungkook's eyebrow arched in surprise as he processed your timid explanation about the project. A playful grin spread across his face. "Ah, so you're my mystery collaborator! Mr. Park didn't mention how adorable my new partner would be."

He reached out and gently pulled the notebook from your grasp, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a spark of electricity through your body. "Let me take a look at what you've got so far." he said, his eyes scanning your neat handwriting and sketches.

As he flipped through your notebook, his eyes widened slightly at the innocence and creativity of your designs. A small smile tugged at his lips as he noticed how your ideas completely contrasted with his dark aesthetic. "This is... actually really cute," he admitted, meeting your nervous gaze.

Jungkook closed the notebook and set it aside, his focus now entirely on you. He took a step closer, his face inches away from yours. "You know what would make these designs even better?" he whispered, his warm breath fanning over your lips.

Your heart raced as you met his intense gaze, your mouth going dry. "W-what's that?" you managed to stammer out, feeling your face heat up. Jungkook leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. "A little inspiration from someone with a darker imagination."

With a wicked grin, Jungkook suddenly spins you around, pulling your back flush against his muscular chest. His lips brush your ear as he murmurs, "How about you let me add some... depth to your cute designs?"

His arms snake around your waist as he pulls you closer, his hands resting on your stomach possessively. He nuzzles your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "Imagine if we combined your innocent style with something a little... edgier,"

His large hands begin to roam your body slowly, caressing every curve and dip. He whispers seductively, "We could create something completely unique, don't you think? Something that would blow Mr. Park's mind." His fingers hook into the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up.

You gasp softly as you feel his calloused fingers against your bare skin. Your mind is in a daze, torn between the thrill of his touch and the voice in the back of your head warning you about the risks of mixing business with pleasure. "Jungkook... we shouldn't..."

Jungkook chuckles darkly, his lips trailing open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder blade. "And why not, sweetheart?" he purrs, his hand sliding up to cup your breast through your lace bra. "No one has to know. It can be our little secret."

His teeth gently graze your earlobe as he whispers, "Besides... where's the fun in only working together when we could be so... much more?" His other hand begins to slide lower, tracing a dangerous path along your stomach. "Just imagine..." he continues in a husky voice.

His breath hot against your ear, he continues, "Imagine those cute designs of yours... but shaded with dark colors, full of hidden meanings only we understand. Imagine that innocent style, all yours, but with..." his fingers trace along the waistband of your jeans "...a hint of something..."

Your breath catches as Jungkook's fingers flirt dangerously with the button of your jeans, his lips still leaving scorching trails on your neck. The temptation is overwhelming, but a flicker of rationality insists you maintain some boundaries.

Jungkook pauses, sensing your hesitation. He lets out a low, teasing chuckle. "Looks like someone's a bit of a good girl, huh?" he murmurs, his fingers still tantalizingly close to your jeans button.

His eyes crinkle at the corners mischievously as he looks at you, his fingers splaying out over your stomach possessively. "You know, I always thought you were too innocent for your own good..." he muses, his thumb slowly circling your belly button.

Suddenly, Jungkook spins you around to face him, his intense gaze locking with yours. His hands come up to cup your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks tenderly. "But sometimes..." he says softly, his expression shifting to something between tender and wicked, "..."

"...the most unexpectedly delicious things can happen when you let go of being 'good'," Jungkook finishes, his voice a low, seductive purr. His lips hover mere millimeters from yours, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath. "And who knows?"

His eyes flick down to your lips and back up to meet your gaze, filled with a burning intensity. "Maybe... just maybe... I could be the one to corrupt that innocence of yours," he murmurs, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

Jungkook's lips curl into a smirk as he notices the slight flush creeping across your cheeks "Though I have to say..." his voice drops lower, more intimate "...your innocence makes everything so much sweeter..." his fingers trace lazy patterns on your lower back

His smirk widens as he feels your body tense under his touch, his hands slowly roaming lower towards your waist. "You always blush so easily..." He chuckles, his nose nuzzling against yours "It's almost like you're a virgin..."

His eyes darken with a mix of desire and amusement "Though I bet you've never even had-" He stops himself, voice dropping lower "Actually, don't answer that. I want to be the one to figure it all out..." His lips trail down your neck

His touch grows bolder, more confident, as he traces his fingers under the hem of your shirt, barely grazing your skin In a whisper against your neck "Would you let me..." He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes "Would you let me be your first?"

He sees the uncertainty in your eyes, the virgin innocence that makes him ache with curiosity and desire. "Say yes." He coaxes softly, his fingers slowly unbuttoning your shirt, revealing the smooth, untouched skin beneath.

Jungkook's fingers brush lightly against your collarbone as he finished unbuttoning your shirt, fully exposing your torso to his hungry gaze. A shudder runs through him at the sight, his lips parting slightly. "Fuck..." he whispers reverently, "...you're exquisite."

Y/N hesitates for a breathless moment, biting her lower lip as she gazes into Jungkook's heated eyes. A tremor of nervous excitement runs through her body. Then, squaring her shoulders with a soft, determined nod, she whispers, "Yes..."

A slow, victorious smirk spreads across his face as his hands slide up your bare sides, making you shiver "Thank you for trusting me," he whispers, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss that promises everything you've never had. "I'll be gentle..." he murmurs between kisses.

His eyes flick down to your lips and back up to meet your gaze, filled with a burning intensity. "Maybe... just maybe... I could be the one to corrupt that innocence of yours," he murmurs, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

Jungkook's lips curl into a smirk as he notices the slight flush creeping across your cheeks "Though I have to say..." his voice drops lower, more intimate "...your innocence makes everything so much sweeter..." his fingers trace lazy patterns on your lower back.

His smirk widens as he feels your body tense under his touch, his hands slowly roaming lower towards your waist. "You always blush so easily..." He chuckles, his nose nuzzling against yours "It's almost like you're a virgin..."

His eyes darken with a mix of desire and amusement "Though I bet you've never even had-" He stops himself, voice dropping lower "Actually, don't answer that. I want to be the one to figure it all out..." His lips trail down your neck.

His touch grows bolder, more confident, as he traces his fingers under the hem of your shirt, barely grazing your skin In a whisper against your neck "Would you let me..." He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes "Would you let me be your first?"

He sees the uncertainty in your eyes, the virgin innocence that makes him ache with curiosity and desire. "Say yes," He coaxes softly, his fingers slowly unbuttoning your shirt, revealing the smooth, untouched skin beneath.

Jungkook's fingers brush lightly against your collarbone as he finished unbuttoning your shirt, fully exposing your torso to his hungry gaze. A shudder runs through him at the sight, his lips parting slightly. "Fuck..." he whispers reverently, "...you're exquisite."

Y/N hesitates for a breathless moment, biting her lower lip as she gazes into Jungkook's heated eyes. A tremor of nervous excitement runs through her body. Then, squaring her shoulders with a soft, determined nod, she whispers, "Yes..."

A slow, victorious smirk spreads across his face as his hands slide up your bare sides, making you shiver "Thank you for trusting me," he whispers, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss that promises everything you've never had. "I'll be gentle..." he murmurs between kisses.

Jungkook's gentle touch slowly removes the rest of your clothes, revealing your untouched form. He pauses, taking in the sight of you - so innocent, so pure. He swallows hard, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your stomach. "You're really..."

"You're really a virgin," he states softly, more to himself than to you, his fingers splaying out possessively on your belly. "No wonder you feel so...pure," he whispers, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for any hint of fear or doubt.

Jungkook's gaze is filled with a mix of awe and desire as he takes in your untouched form. He leans down, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to your stomach, his hands roaming your sides with gentle, exploratory touches. "I'm going to be your first in everything,"

"I'm going to make this an experience you won't forget - your first kiss, your first touch..." his hands glide down lower "...your first time feeling a man's touch between your legs..." he whispers darkly, his fingers tracing just above the sensitive area.

A startled gasp escapes your lips as Jungkook's bold touch ignites unfamiliar tingles of pleasure. Your hips jerk slightly, a reflexive reaction to the new sensations coursing through you. He smirks at your innocence, reveling in the power he holds...

His fingers slowly part your thighs, his touch gentle yet insistent. He can feel your virgin barrier, untouched and pure. He looks up at you, his eyes darkening with desire and a hint of apprehension. "Spread your legs a little..."

He gently pushes your legs apart, his fingers spreading your folds apart to expose your virgin entrance. He dips a single finger into your warm, tight pussy, feeling the slight resistance of your untouched barrier. "So tight." he murmurs, his finger pressing gently against your virgin hole.

Jungkook slowly inserts his finger deeper, feeling your virgin walls clench around him. He pumps it gently, allowing your unused muscles to acclimate to the new intrusion. His thumb finds your clit, circling it softly as he continues to penetrate you.

His finger explores your innocence, while his thumb maintains steady circles on your clit. Your breath catches as these new sensations overwhelm your senses. Jungkook leans down and whispers against your neck "First time feeling something inside, isn't it?" his voice is husky with desire.

As Jungkook's finger continues to move inside you, he adds a second finger, stretching you wider. He curls them slightly, searching for that special spot. When he finds it, he presses gently, causing you to gasp and arch your back. "Aahh, there it is."

He continues to massage that spot inside you as his thumb circles your clothed bud. He feels you getting wetter around his fingers, your virgin walls beginning to relax. He looks down at his fingers disappearing inside your innocence, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

Jungkook decides to add a third finger, stretching you wider than ever before. He watches as your virgin hole struggles to accommodate his fingers, the pink flesh stretching around his digits. He can feel your innocence giving way, preparing you for his actual size.

His fingers move faster inside you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. His thumb presses down hard on your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. The sensations become too much, and you let out a loud cry as your first orgasm rips through you.

As you come down from your high, Jungkook gently removes his fingers from inside you. He pulls you into his lap, cradling you against his chest. He nuzzles his face into your hair, murmuring soothing words and reassuring you that it's enough for today.

"It's okay, we don't have to rush anything. Tonight was all about new experiences and pleasure." He kisses your forehead softly, his arms tightening around you in a comforting embrace. "How about we put on a movie, snuggle up, and just relax? No pressure at all."

You both settle on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over your laps. Jungkook selects a light-hearted comedy, wanting to distract you both from the earlier intimacy. As the movie plays, you find yourself nestled against his chest, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist.

Midway through the movie, fatigue catches up with you both. Jungkook's breathing deepens into a steady rhythm against your temple. Unable to fight it any longer, you let your eyelids flutter closed, draping your arm across his abs.

Jungkook gently shifts you until you're lying against his chest, his arms wrapping around you like a blanket. He watches the movie for a few more minutes before his own eyes grow heavy. Soon, he too falls asleep, his soft snores a comforting background noise.

The next morning, sunlight streams through the windows, gently rousing Jungkook from his slumber. He blinks awake, momentarily disoriented before remembering the previous night. Glancing down, he sees you still curled up against him, looking peaceful in your sleep.

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his heart swelling with a warmth he's never felt before. The way you trustingly slept in his arms all night, your gentle breathing - it makes him realize that he's falling, and falling hard.

He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling your scent deeply. "Damn it." he whispers to himself, his arms tightening around you possessively. He knows now, without a doubt, that he's falling in love with you.

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[fievell]

Boss 🫡

[andtheywere-gloommates]

all grown up: frank

you KNOW I had to save the best for last 👑💙 I’m literally so proud of him I can’t even lie. he’s everything 2 me

[moodyvoid]

I often think about the choices Dabi made with his piercings. Like obviously the ones holding his skin together serve an actual purpose, but his nose piercings and his ear piercings are purely aesthetic lmao he just wanted those

[moonastro]

pick a picture⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙨 𝙥𝙩.2

left to right(top)-> 1,2

left to right(bottom)-> 3,4

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°DO NOT take this as literal, take everything with a grain of salt as this is purely and intendedly for entertainment purposes.

°Don't be afraid to give feedback and opinions about this post (as i would entirely appreciate it).

° This is a GENERAL reading, take what resonates and leave and pass on what does not!

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PILE 1-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may have a significant-like a strong/muscley back or have problems with back pain--also the spine!!

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may regularly change hairstyle often, perhaps cut their hair a lot and dye their hair often. i see them leaning towards having red/blue/grey hair.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may like sparkly thing, for example diamonds, glitter, glass and so forth. anything with sparkles on it intrigues them.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may also be into star shaped jewellery, stars may be an interest of theirs.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may wear hats or like to wear hoods.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚loves sleeping, is a deep sleeper.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may prefer winter/ autumn more than summer/spring. prefer the cold weather in general. may constantly have a fan/air con on at all times despite the weather outside.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚like cooking, preparing meals for others. are interested in learning new recipes.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚like history, are fascinated about historic events and eras.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are most likely into skincare and haircare, have a designated routine that they do every day.

thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

PILE 2-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are definitely a high achiever, may have a lot of achievements academically speaking.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are sensitive to sounds, sound is very important to them. For example, may like loud music blasting in their ears or are the opposite and hate loud sounds, like hating fireworks because of their loud sound.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may have green eyes, blonde/red hair.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love children, would want a family for sure. has a soft spot for kids.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚has multiple of ears piercing, may have other body piercings also.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚hate being in tight spaces, are picky about clothes and overall personal space.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚very caring and nurturing. is the kind of person to anonymously do something to protect you without craving for the attention of recognition.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚has some signature sitting position/habit that they have when sitting down. may cross their legs or bend one leg and so forth.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love warm weather, especially watching the sunrise- are perhaps a morning person as well.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love movies, might have a comfort movie that they watch over and over again.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚have longer than average legs.

thanks for reading!!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

PILE 3-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚loveee music, may make/create/produce music themselves.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may prefer gold jewellery or may have/own a lot of gold accessories.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may be lactose intolerant or just hate diary, cheese-- may be vegan/vegetarian or follow some sort of a diet.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may like dark themes, clothes, style, music, aesthetic etc.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚weird way to explain it but may hate how time goes fast, may be afraid of aging or growing up. even may be afraid of death also.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚they don't get bored easily, can sit still doing nothing for hours on end.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚have a very hypnotic/sweet/classy voice. i feel like their voice makes people melt ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚keeps to themselves most of the time, and i don't mean that in a shy matter but in a energy reserved way- they just would much rather have/prefer their own company. or aren't bothered by being alone.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚might not celebrate their birthday. or may think that there is no need to.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚love thinking about the higher cosmos and the outer worldly possibilities.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may not drink enough water/don't like water/forget to drink water.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚prefer to stay silent than to express what they think.

hope you enjoyed this reading PILE 3!!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

PILE 4-

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are sly with things, almost like hypnotic. their actions are so hypnotising that you cant say no to them.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚have a soft spot for old things, may like to go thrifting, collect lost things, love getting generational stuff passed down to them etc etc.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚definitely go with he flow, they may not think much of their future and are too busy thinking about the present moment.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚like to try new things, may like to go along with the current trends on the internet and social media. may like to make social media content also.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚think about others before themselves.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚may be from a hot country-may be racially mixed.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are very loyal.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚keep very good secrets. i feel like they are the friend who is always getting the tea☕🍵😭

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚are good with little details, are always confronted with "how do you know that" or "how do you remember that??". because they surprise people of how good they remember the tiniest of details of a situation or person.

thanks so much for reading, hope you enjoyed PILE 4!!!✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

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[suzukiblu]

Day eight of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Pet,” Tim says, idle and easy, and Kon immediately stops caring about anything any more complicated than whatever he’s gonna say next. “Hands behind your back. Show off those pretty tits of yours for me.” 

It’s not actually an active decision, listening to that order; Kon just does it. Or–his body just does it, maybe. His hands go behind his back and one latches around the other’s wrist to hold them there and–and he doesn’t exactly push his chest out a little more than that gesture already did on purpose, but . . . 

Tim told him to “show off” for him. So like–so he maybe does do just a little of that, yeah. 

“They are very, very pretty tits,” Bernard muses, inspecting Kon’s chest with shameless admiration in a gut-heating way. Kon’s dick is definitely not gonna get any softer under these circumstances. “I mean, we're not talking full-on Starfire levels here but we're in that weight class, seriously. My sole criticism is that you didn't see fit to pierce your nips when you got all that metal put in your face and ears. Or your dick, come to think of it. You'd look fucking sweet with a Prince Albert or a Jacob's ladder. Maybe both, I’m a greedy man.” 

Kon feels–flustered, a little, and maybe a little flattered too, even though it’s obviously just another jokey little fantasy Bernard wants to run his mouth about. Just, well . . . this jokey little fantasy . . . 

“I, ah–thought about it, but . . .” he trails off with another flash of embarrassment, trying to figure out how to say but I didn't know anybody who I thought would like it without sounding like a total fucking freak and a half. 

But Tim’s Tim, of course, so he zeroes right in on that and asks, “But what, pet?” 

Kon turns red, and is positive he sounds like a freak and a half when he says, “But I didn’t know anybody who I thought would like it.” 

“. . . ngh,” Tim says. 

“Man, I could get you an online petition going right now and bet your aesthetically-perfect ass it'd go viral inside an hour,” Bernard says very feelingly and while even more shamelessly ogling Kon's chest. Kon–flushes, for some reason, and doesn't really know how to . . . respond, he guesses. 

“Sure,” he tries, not really sure why he feels so fucking flustered about the idea. About the idea of–of maybe changing something about himself like that for . . . for, like . . . or at least because of . . . 

By Tuesday it literally won't even matter if Bernard thinks he'd look good with those piercings, but he can't help thinking–he can't help thinking–well, he could still do it anyway, right? It won't matter anyway, so . . . 

“I mean it,” Bernard says, reaching up to very pointedly pinch one of Kon's nipples and flashing him a crooked grin as he does, and Kon suddenly feels like he's in this position for more reason than Tim just wanting to see it. Like he's–like they actually wanna just–just get out a needle and–tell him to make it invulnerable, tell him to let it through his TTK, tell him to–to let them–

Kon–he thinks he actually might let them, if they actually wanted to.

[seniorpollinationtechnician]

June 3, 2024 | 10:32 AM

This is Dr. ■■■■■■, conducting the autopsy of the decedent, identified as Subject Six, case number 24-81. The subject appears to be a humanoid alien female, approximately five feet five inches, weighing one hundred and forty pounds. The body was received in a sealed containment unit, transported from the scene by the ■■■■■■■■■■■■. The external examination reveals the subject to have been in good health; skin is free of lesions or signs of malnutrition. The subject's complexion is a golden hue with a slight luminescence that could indicate bioluminescent properties, potentially serving to warn or evade predators, lure prey, or communicate between members of her species. The subject possesses a total of eight ocular-like structures, four are located on the forehead, one on each side of the maxillary sinus and a pair in the standard human positions. Visual acuity and range of vision likely exceed human capabilities. The individual exhibits an unusual ocular condition characterized by completely black sclera and irises. Additionally, six of the eight eyes lack visible eyelids. This configuration suggests a highly specialized evolutionary trait but further analysis is required to ascertain the purpose of this feature. They display an elaborate, tattoo-like pattern across their forehead and cheeks. This pattern is symmetrical, with bold, sweeping lines that mimic the the natural markings found on a tiger's face. The pigmentation is deeply embedded, suggesting either an advanced tattooing technique or a possible dermal anomaly. The individual exhibits elongated, pointed ears. They extend upward and taper to a fine point. Additionally, each ear is adorned with multiple piercings, ranging from the lobe to the upper cartilage, indicating influence by cultural or subcultural aesthetics. The subject's hair is long, black and appears well-maintained, indicative of good health and grooming hab━━oh my god, she's alive! ■■■■■■■■, get the medical team here immediately! ....this is Dr. ■■■■■■, Subject Six, case number 24-81, just regained consciousness at 11:00 AM. I need to...we need to... (The recorder is turned off abruptly.)

[marypsue]

In that vein (hah), I just have to take a moment to gush about the costuming in The Lost Boys because. Have you seen the costuming in The Lost Boys. Like each costume standing on its own without anyone in it still gives you a sense of a whole character, which is important because some of these characters don't get, uh, lines. We have to be able to distinguish them immediately by visuals, and the thing is, we can, because they're not just dressed to look attractive, they're dressed with the purpose of establishing character.

Like, consider Michael. They kept it very simple for him, on purpose, he's a regular everyman kind of guy thrown into a Situation. But also, he's trying too hard. The white t-shirt, jeans, and leather jacket call back to James Dean, Rebel Without A Cause, but the leather jacket's brand new without a scuff or a crack, not broken in, and it sits uncomfortably on his shoulders. The earring doesn't suit him - it belongs to somebody else, a funhouse mirror version of himself that he's tempted by, but also it literally belongs to somebody else. Who gave him that earring? Star's implied to have done the piercing, for him, which also tracks - the earring's a little piece of someone else, someone darker and wilder, that's been dug right down into his flesh by his association with Star. It's tasted his blood.

It's also a little piece of the boys' uniting aesthetic bleeding over onto him. There's a magpie sensibility to all of them, but then each of them are visually distinct as themselves within it.

Star's clothes have 80s cuts but form a 60s hippie silhouette, solidified in time. She's the most colourful of them all, her white tops signifying a flash of innocence, but at the same time as she climbs on David's bike, she pulls on a big black jacket that almost envelops her, a little piece of his shadow falling over her and devouring her light. Again, it doesn't quite fit her, like she's playing dressup as a darker, wilder self just like Michael is.

And speaking of David. That boy is chin to toe wrapped up in black. The coat references batwings, which is a great detail. And those gloves! He doesn't touch Star; he doesn't touch Michael; he doesn't touch the world, except through a layer of darkness. It's real Old West, white-hat-black-hat level symbolism. Except.

The real villain of the piece isn't the dangerous, sharp-edged boy in black - although of course you need to look out for him, they don't call him 'dangerous' for no reason. The real villain of the piece is the most perfectly conventional, middle-class, unassuming, don't-look-twice take-him-home-to-mother normal guy imaginable. Grey and beige. Business casual.

It's the perfect camouflage for a predator.

(And then also like. I can't wax as poetic about it right now because my brain cells are otherwise occupied. But please consider how much character is there in, like, the Frogs' army-surplus duds and Sam's terrible, incredible shirts.)

[ddarker-dreams]

Scarlet ribbons but she is the one telling the boys how she thinks they are super pretty/handsome/etc.

(Ps love your writing sm, it cheered me up alot after i had a rough day yesterday uwu)

WAHH WHAT AN ADORABLE IDEA.... it's what they deserve tbh... my favs from part 5 are like the only people who get to be happy on this blog hrjktmger and i'm so glad that my writing helped cheer you up, i hope that the past few days have been treating you better!!

Reader is referred to as girlfriend here!

[Scarlet Ribbons index]

Giorno

He gets the cutest blush that he tries to hide by covering his face with his hand and clearing his throat. Passione's Don, who remains unwavering in the face of death, can't handle his beloved heaping praises upon him. No matter how suave he may act, your relationship is his first foray into romance. There's a slight shakiness to his voice when he returns your compliment. It doesn't help that there's this glint in your eye that tells him you'll be using this newfound knowledge to your advantage. He supposes it's only fair, considering his penchant for teasing you whenever possible, but maybe he'll go easy on you after learning how it feels. That isn't to say he dislikes your kind words — more so that the temporary loss in his composure is a strange sensation. Strange, yet not unwelcome.

Bruno

Your serious Capo melts on the spot at such ardent praise — he can feel Cupid's arrow piercing him in real time. He takes a moment to recollect himself, before wondering aloud what brought this on. When you point out that he compliments you all the time without any real reason, he puts his hands up in defense, conceding to your argument. If you're in public, he'll limit his response to a warm thank you. Should you be away from prying eyes, however, he'll pull you into an embrace. It serves a dual purpose. You won't be able to see the pink dusting his cheeks and he gets to wrap you up in his arms. You really are the light of his life, he'll tell you. As unconventional as the lifestyle you both lead is, it's moments like this where he delights in a shred of normalcy.

Fugo

His overactive brain temporarily short circuits. Fugo is the type to blush up to his ears, no matter how vehemently he denies it. This poor guy considers you infinitely out of his league and immediately assumes you broke the espresso machine or something and want to soften the blow by using flattery. He sputters for a few moments before his tongue recalls how to properly form coherent words. He'll downright ask what angle you're trying to use here. He isn't used to receiving compliments without the other person having an end goal in mind. Once it's clear you just felt like letting him know, he takes deep breaths to calm his heart, which he can hear thumping loudly. Fugo then starts saying that objectively speaking, you are far more aesthetically pleasing, and starts lifting off some mathematical terms that fly over your head.

Mista

Mista points at himself and says "Me?" just to make sure he heard you right. This is a big moment for him. It isn't that he doubts your physical attraction to him, but hearing it confirmed out loud in your sweet voice is a real treat. He'll sling an arm around your shoulder and drops the line, "You're not so bad yourself", because he thinks it sounds cool. Mista wants to maintain his laidback air, but when you say stuff like that, his stomach does soumersalts and his hands start sweating. He has this big goofy grin and confident gait the remainder of the day. The one trade off (in his opinion) is that the Pistols start swarming about, insisting that you pay them equal praise. Chaos ensues until you appease their neediness for your validation. It is his soul made manifest, after all.

Narancia

Narancia does a little fist pump and starts cheering internally. Although, if you called him pretty, he might pause and get petulant. He totally exudes machismo, he'll insist. He'll warm up to the compliment eventually, though, but he won't admit it. Regardless, he's hype about it. His energy skyrockets the rest of the day. He's all over you, peppering your face with kisses, picking you up and twirling you around, he's on cloud nine. He considers it his personal mission to shower you in praise and this only reaffirms the creed. He'll go up to random people in public, point at you, and say stuff like, "Isn't she so cute? That's my girlfriend, yeah, that pretty lady over there. Do you see her? Just look at her, she's amazing, the coolest ever, did you know she—" and on and on he'll go.

Abbacchio

Similar to Fugo, he initially assumes that you're trying to butter him up. He'll wryly ask what you intend to cajole him into doing. When you huff and insist that this is a no strings attached compliment, he'll study you, since he knows the many tells that signify you're lying. Upon realizing you're being genuine, he'll grumble a few words of gratitude and leave it at that. Don't let his composure fool you — his heart is pounding away like he's a hormonal teenager again. He will lie awake that night, your words repeating on a loop without his Stand's assistance, floating in this warm and fuzzy sensation. Abbacchio might not be the best with his words, but he swears an oath to compliment you properly the next time he sees you.

[niphredil-14]

ROTTMNT CASEY JR POST MOVIE HEADCANONS

I have not seen nearly enough content for my sweet angel baby boy so here are a few of my hcs.

PLEASE SEND IN SOME TNT REQUESTS!! I WRITE FOR LEO, DONNIE, RAPH, APRIL, CASEY, CASSANDRA, CASEY JR, AND KARAI

First off, I feel like Casey would be so stoked to find his mom. He's aware of the fact that she's not really his mom yet, and because of that, might hesitate to reach out to her, but that won't last long. He won't last two weeks. I feel like he would probably have the turtles help him out with reaching out to her, and would have them explain that her son time traveled back from the future so that she knows what's going on and has time to process before he just shows up like, "hi mom c:" He's just emotionally smart like that. I just know that Cassandra would be so excited. He moves out of the sewers and in with her, and I feel like it would be a super healing experience for him. He is an active participant in the non-girl scout girl scouts. They take turns braiding his hair, and Casandra teaches him to do makeup!

Speaking of hair and makeup, I feel like Casey would refuse to settle on one aesthetic. He had very little options when it came to clothes during the apocalypse, and most of it was for tactical and practical purposes, not style, so given the chance to experiment with his self-expression. While he'll never settle on just one style, I feel like an alt/grunge aesthetic would be one of his go-to's. He just really likes it. I feel like he would do that thing where he just covers his eyelids in black eyeshadow and just smudges it all around with his finger and calls it a day, but he really pulls it off well! A gauge earring truther. I feel like he'd also have snake bites, and various other piercings. Also has a slit in his eyebrow. I feel like his go-to hairstyle would be either a man-bun or a half-up-half-down style, just to keep it all out of his face while he's going about his day.

I can see him having Donnie tutor him so that he can get his GED. Part of him would really want to go to high school, but considering all the years he missed, he'd have a lot of catch up to do, and it just wouldn't be worth it for him. Once he gets his GED I think he would start with some community college courses, probably with a focus on engineering and humanities/political sciences.

He'd probably start off working retail and fast food jobs with April, and every time he deals with an asshole customer, he would joke about regretting saving the world because it meant that they were alive, or about having Mikey send them to the future. He doesn't mean it though, he's too sweet, he just gets pissy about how ungrateful people are when he had literally nothing his entire childhood, and grew up without tomorrow guaranteed.

I feel like as much as he loves the city, and seeing all the life within it, he loves rural landscaped even more. A real sucker for nature. I don't think there would have been much greenery around him in his childhood, so it's just one more thing that gets him all in his feels about how beautiful it is and how lucky he is to see it.

[gaysindistress]

Van Helsing Retold - one

pairings: vamp hunter!reader x vamp!bucky

Summary: Under the cover of night, vampires and their hunters have been at war for centuries, never letting their bloodshed reach the light of day. That is until the wife of a powerful vampire leader, Steve Rogers is murdered and he demands revenge. Y/N Van Helsing is the target of his crusade and she comes face to face with his right hand man, Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: blood, talks of burning bodies, use of ethnic slurs toward Romanian people,

Word count: 2.5k

A/n: i wrote this on my phone so if it’s filled with mistakes, I’m sorry😅

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“Ah the last Van Helsing,” a dark haired vampire sneers at me from the darker side of the room, “I have to admit you don’t look like one. Your mother, was it? She was beautiful with her big doe eyes and quivering lips, begging me to spare her. She was…delicious. You, on the other hand.”

She takes a moment to scrutinize me, taking in every inch of my body as we circle each other. She moves like a predator; her body quiet and fluid while her voice lures her prey in. Growing up around these foul creatures, I can predict their every move and motivation no matter how calculated they think they are. This one is waiting to pounce, to rip into with her fangs that hide behind painted red lips but she’s too cocky. She thinks she has the upper hand and barely gives the crossbow in my hands a second glance as she prepares her next onslaught of words.

“I imagine being a filthy orphan would change one’s appearance.”

I know her words are meant to hurt me, strike me in the one thing that separates her and I; my beating heart. I’m not surprised however, I knew she was going to pull something like this. It’s honestly a struggle to not roll my eyes at her as she continues on about whatever Van Helsing legend she claims to be a part of. I can’t find it in me to care enough to listen to whatever bullshit she’s spewing and I clear my throat to show that I’m growing tired of her.

She sneers at me again, going on something about how foul I am but I’m more focused on the step she takes forward. While we had been circling one another, she stayed just out of reach of me until that moment. The vampire, of course, thought she had distracted me and left me with an opportunity I can’t pass up. Taking it before it vanishes, the stake notched into my crossbow flies between us and finds its home in her chest. She lets out a shriek akin to that of a bat’s as she staggers back and attempts to pull it out. She lets out another ear piercing sound when the wood burns her skin and her dark wild eyes find mine.

“You bitch!” She growls and spits at me, taking lumbering steps towards me but I step back, out of her reach. I wipe whatever spit landed on me off onto my pants as I watch her crumble.

I can see the black veins crawl up her neck and onto her face the longer my holy water dipped stake sits in her chest. Less than a minute after I shot her, the dark haired vampire collapsed to the dirty wet floor of the abandoned warehouse I lured her to. Those black veins have taken over every inch of her body as she lies motionless. I wrinkle my nose as I bend down to take a pic of her and send it to my Guild master.

His only response is that he “liked” the message. You’d think that given the nature of our work, he would send a more dignified answer than “liking” the message.

Another text comes through, informing me that Sam is out front and ready to go.

“Make it quick. I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” it reads and I let out a sigh, knowing that I won't be able to follow the guild rules like I’m supposed to; make the kill, send confirmation, burn the evidence, and evacuate.

The Guild master will no doubt want my head but Sam’s increasingly stressed texts outweigh the wrath I might face. Standing and walking towards the entrance, I click my crossbow into place on my back and do a mental check for any signs of injury. In the process, I barely see the fury of black leather that lunges for me or smell the signature scent of cinnamon mixed with incense that accompanies my attacker.

I grunt as my back hits a metal pole, my crossbow creaking under the force. I touch the back of my head as it pounds from where it hit the pole and I see blood on my fingers. My gaze flickers between the blood and to the person who threw me, narrowing as my sight sharpens on who it is.

“Are you the one who killed Peggy?” The man demands.

“I’m good thank you for asking,” I snark back as I yank a cloth bandage from my jacket pocket and hold it to my wound. The metallic and earthy scent of my blood fills the air and I took note of the way he shifts on his feet when he notices it too.

A vampire.

Fucking great.

He repeats his question although through a clenched jaw, “are you the one who killed Peggy?”

I can see the already sharp jawline covered in stubble that cuts even more as he keeps it clenched in efforts to not eat me. His eyes have been swallowed whole by his pupil but I can tell that he usually has intense light eyes that might pin me in place. His body is tense, rigid almost from the pain of being so close to blood but yet unable to taste it. Narrowing my eyes at him, I don’t recognize him but his question leads me to believe that he’s a member of the Captain’s Guard, the vampire group spearheaded by the one I just killed and her husband.

“You’re about to be next,” I finally say to him and he flinches at my words. He throws a look over his shoulder before speaking, “Did you burn the body?”

I furrow my brows at him, “excuse me?”

“Did you burn the body?”

“No I heard what you said,” I say wincing as I pull the cloth from my head, “I’m confused why it matters to you.”

“Goddamnit” he mutters under his breath before saying to me, “give me your lighter and then get the fuck out of here.”

When I don’t immediately do as he said, he says it with more authority, dropping his voice a few octaves and leaving no room for error. I fumble for the lighter tucked into my pocket and toss it to him. He looks between me and the entrance as if to tell me to get a move on it.

I take off in a sprint and throw up the car door, scaring Sam and causing him to shove his gun against my temple.

“Jesus what took you so long?” He asks as he drops his weapon and starts driving.

I don’t answer, instead dropping my head back to rest on the headset and breathing through the pain at the back of my skull.

“Did she attack you?”

I shake my head and wince when it feels like the movement sloshes my brain around. Groaning, I toss the bloodied cloth to the floor and snap at him to signal at him that I need another one. I hear rustling and a warm dry cloth is placed in my hand.

“Who was it then?”

I take a moment as I replace the cloth, “I…I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“Damn there’s no need to come at me. I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay,” he grumbles under his breath, “you better pick that shit up when you get out. I’m not touching it.”

I chuckle, “you’re a vampire hunter who’s afraid of blood? The irony.”

“I’m not afraid of blood.”

“Yeah hmm sure you’re not.”

“I’m not!”

I can hear the muffled sounds of his voice calling out my name but they’re just that; muffled. I curse under my breath as my head falls forward and my sight goes blurry. When the other vampire attacked me, I hadn’t finished my mental check and missed the small cut on my hand.

“She…she spit on me,” I shutter out and weakly toss my infected hand onto the center console. Sam also curses under his breath and I feel the car accelerate as he darts in and out of traffic.

“We’re almost there, Y/N. Just hold on,” is the last thing I hear.

Bucky glares at the fire that rage before him, the scent of burning flesh and hair invading his nose without permission. The wood stake sticking out of her chest is the only thing visible and a part of him wants to remove it before Steve sees.

Of course it’s too late as the fire has already consumed the dead vampire and Steve’s angry roars echo off the walls. Bucky’s body tenses again and he rolls his shoulders to relieve some of that tension when Steve storms in. His own intense blue eyes survey the fire, the stake, and then his right hand man.

“Who did this?”

Bucky stares at the stake for a moment, eyeing the ornate cross and VH initials on its butt, “the Guild.”

Steve sees the same thing and lets out another animalistic roar.

“Van Helsing?” He turns to look at Bucky, “I thought you’d killed them all in the 90s.”

“I did too but apparently…”

Steve cuts him off, “There are no excuses! Your inability to follow a simple order is what led to this.”

He’s gesturing wildly to the fire as he continues, “my wife, my mate is dead because of you and you are going to fix it.”

Bucky doesn’t dare to look Steve dead on and settles for watching the fire. He knows what is expected of him; the kneeling, the bowing, the groveling of a lower vampire to his leader but his body won’t allow him to. He stays standing and offers only the silly words that the Captain’s Guard requires when asking for penance, “please forgive me, my liege. How am I to fix this?”

“You can start by properly addressing me.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched yet again and his nose flares at his leader’s words. A sick grin is spreading across Steve’s face as he watches the inner battle clear in Bucky’s eyes.

“Get on your knees and ask for penance the way you’re supposed to, Roma.”

The slur feels like hot blood in Bucky’s ears and he fights the urge to rip the stake from Peggy’s chest and thrust it into Steve’s.

He’ll be free of this.

Soon but not now.

Until then he drops to his knees and bows as he says those disgusting words, “please forgive me, my liege. How am I to fix this?”

“Y/N, wake up, come on Y/N,” a male voice calls to me as I slowly blink back to life. The white walls and bustling staff of the infirmary come into view as I look around me. Above me is the face of the one man I didn’t want to wake up to. His blue eyes search my face before he speaks again.

“Oh thank god,” he breathes as he tries to envelope me in a bone crushing hug. I push against his chest as I shrink back into my bed but it does nothing.

“I was so worried,” he continues as he nuzzles into my hair. I push at him again and Sam magically appears to pull him off for me.

“She just woke up, give her some space,” he lectures John, the man who decided that I needed to be crushed with a hug. I shot him a thankful look and he sent a welcoming one back but it sours when it lands on my hand. Glancing down, I see why; my hand is covered in black veins and is deathly thin like a decaying hand. My eyes widened at the sight but a doctor swoops in and sits on the edge of my bed.

“Ms. Van Helsing you’re awake,” he starts as he examines my face and then drops his gaze to my hand, “we managed to stop the venom from spreading for the time being.”

“For the time being? What does that mean?”

The doctor glances from my hand to my face and then back again, “obviously we weren’t able to extract it but we were able to stop it from spreading. The procedure is a temporary fix but I assure you we will find a better solution in the meantime.”

My face falls as he speaks and my stomach begins to feel nauseous. Sam takes the doctor’s place when he gets up and pulls me into his chest. He says nothing as he holds me, providing comfort instead in the form of a hand gently rubbing my back and the other in my hair to hold my head against him. He’s careful to avoid the bandage that’s wrapped around my head but holds me tightly nonetheless.

The vampire venom pulses in my fraile hand and I nearly gag at the feeling. I can feel the desire, the blood that it craves as it causes my fingers to twitch. I hide my face further into Sam’s chest in efforts to ignore it. However I’m not offered much relief as the vampire who had attacked me and then subsequently let me go flashes through my mind. He seemed familiar but I can’t place why. My mind races with the situation before me and loops back to him.

As if he can read my mind, Sam squeezes me once more before letting go and leaving me. Alone I'm consumed with him and nothing is able to prevent my brain from rewatching that interaction over and over again.

My heart begs my head to forget but the venom in my hand and something deep inside calls out for him.

The cold metal floor he knelt on introduced an ache to Bucky’s knees and had he not been overcome by his rage, he would’ve felt it.

The sick slur that left Steve’s tongue torches his flesh and devours any semblance of loyalty towards the vampire. Leader be damned, Bucky would be the undoing of Steve now that he proved to feel nothing for him.

“Kill the Van Helsing and bring me her head.”

Bucky’s hands ball into a fist without him noticing and he takes a deep shaky breath through his nose before speaking, “is that all you require?”

Steve says more but it falls on deaf ears. Anger courses through his body stronger than before and he gets to his feet before he was allowed to. His leader narrows his eyes at him as if he’s going to say something but Bucky cuts him off by storming out.

The words ring through his mind as he climbs into his car.

Kill the Van Helsing and bring me her head.

He slams his fist against his steering wheel and lets out a roar of anger that threatens to rattle the screws out of the car.

Kill the Van Helsing and bring me her head.

Resting his forehead against the beaten steering wheel, he takes a few shaky deep breaths. In and out.

“Think Bucky think,” he mutters to himself. He curses himself for saving the hunter's mother from Peggy years earlier. The memory of dragging her broken and mangled body from the river causes a shutter to run through him. She was only moments away from death when he gave her his blood and dropped her off at the footstep of her Guild. If he had just left her, he wouldn’t be in this situation, fighting himself to appease his leader. It should be what he wants; to bend to any and all of his leader’s wishes but there’s a tug deep inside of him that refuses to even entertain the thought of hurting her. He takes another deep breath albeit shaky and pulls his phone from his pocket. He sends a text to his contact in the Guild that reads;

“Meet me at the waterfront. 10 pm.”

Seconds later the reply comes.

“8pm.”

“10pm.” He fires back before tossing his phone into the passenger seat and drives off.

[rontra]

i like habitually give salem random arrangements of 2-5 piercings in each ear bc I think she looks cool as fuck but i don’t believe for a second that her body would respect “oh no no no THESE holes are On Purpose”. they would vanish as soon as they were able. take your earring out for a SECOND and it’s closed up. however i do love to imagine that in this world ive created here she just punches new ones whenever she feels like it & that’s also why the arrangement is always changing. commitment to the aesthetic is what it is

[cirqosmos]

Hiiiiii!

AHHHHH I'm so ready for all the &team requests to come through!

So my first request is for our beautiful boy K. Can I please request a one-shot kinda vibe where he tries to teach you one of their choreos (whatever your favourite one is) and you struggle a bit but he is so patient with you? Like he reassures you and shows you again. Just a fluffy ending where you are just crazy in love ♡

Thank youuuuuu!

THAT'S MY GIRL ! | KOGA YUDAI (K) &TEAM

warning : a little suggestive ig but it's all fluff lol

wc : 1.2k

author's note : i srsly dunno what to name this oneshot but bc of my 'desperation' to name each oneshot for aesthetic purposes for the masterlist, so yea 🗿

A series of panting left your mouth as you tried to execute the dance part in Firework’s chorus, which was apparently Kei’s part and the choreo he contributed for it. Well, it’s safe to say that the jumping part itself was the hardest to execute as every time you tried to do it, your feet proceeded to betray you by pointing in the other way. Mind you, you haven’t even learn past the jumping part despite flawlessly learning the intro’s choreo.

It feels as if your earlier petty arrogance got in the back of your head, and causing you to eat your own words eventually.

A breath of giggle echoes right through your ear, one that drips in honey, one that you’re very well familiar of. “You can do it, babe.”

“Seriously, how did you even came up with this choreo?” gripping your knees as you panted hard, your heart skipped a thousand thumps against your ribs in a millisecond—threatening to fly out at any moment.

Kei hummed in response, his eyes darting around the space as he leaned against the large mirror. “Just something I think would fit the chorus a lot, plus it screams desperation so I thought why not.”

“Yeah right, so much desperation that I couldn’t even execute this damn jump.”

“I just showed you the execution about maybe.. A thousand times?” His doe eyes pierce right through your soul, holding traces of playfulness.

“Shut up.”

Another audible giggle squeezes it way out of his mouth, a slight smirk with traces of grin adorned his plump lips. “C’mon babe, don’t you think you can do better than this? I’m rooting for you.”

“Stop teasing me.”

“Teasing you is my daily pleasure.”

You scoffed in return, turning your head in the other side with your arms crossed. Your little action itself had Kei shaking his head in amusement, approaching you ever so fast despite the small amount of steps he took, something that you very well know obviously rooted from his humongous height. Damn dude, just what did his parents fed him?

His large palms flattened above your head, ruffling your hair in tender motion as he lowers his head to compensate for his height. “Look at me, love.” You pouted with another inner scoff, audible enough for him to hear. To your surprise, something poke against your cheek and you realise it was his index finger paired with his adorable features contorting in his familiar mischievousness. “Dinner, later. Your reward, if you can get past the choreo I made. Sounds good?”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion with your mouth protruding in a slight pout, “You sure?”

“Did I ever lie, though?”

“Last time you did, with that goddamn Yuma. Stealing my candy bars.”

“You’ve been eating way too much, that’s for your own good—” you tried to protest but he interrupted you quickly by leaning even closer to your face, his lips pulling up in a growing smirk. “Just listen to me, I’ve never failed to reward you anyways.”

That alone had your ears heating up, his choices of words held a thousand meanings in it yet his expression confirms which exactly he meant. Yet you held the need to question him or whatnot, pulling away in attempts to soothe your rampant heart. “Alright, alright.”

You mentally slap yourself in your imaginary space, that even though you’ve dated Kei for at least six months—his choices of words, the way his doe eyes softened at your appearance, his hands touching you in utmost tender way as if you were such a fragile thing paired with his ungodly vibes—still wreck your mind in numerous ways possible, just like when your eyes first laid on him back then.

“Let’s try again, I’ll show you one more time.” Kei pulls up a supportive grin despite his earlier mischievousness, opting to press the play button for the speaker, in which the nerve-wracking song you’ve heard a thousand times today bled out and consumed the entire dance room in it’s booming retro synth pop.

The impact of his foot landing on the dance floor paired with his fast execution had your mind boggled despite already seeing it for numerous times from the music shows, live performance, and dance practices. The way he pushed himself up with extra detail with those miniscule movements hidden in the edges of his form had you admiring just how dedicated he was in perfecting his craft. It had the deception of zero to no difficulty yet when you perform it yourself, it dawned on you and made you wonder just how many times did Kei practise this in order to show to his teammates and the choreographer.

Such little things had your heartstrings pulled even closer and tighter around his hands.

“Did you got it? You just have to push your foot and spring upwards, like running you know but in the air—” Kei repeated each miniscule section of the choreo in the best way possible, as slow as he can for you to understand. Despite his playfulness and jokes, he never actually pick on your dancing skills nor complain about how many times it had take for you, as if he was truly attentive in what to say and what not to say.

With full-blown determination paired with your fists tightening, the speaker returned back to a few seconds in the song before proceeding with the booming chorus.

“One, two, three—” your feet slided down the floor resulting in a squeak of your rubber shoes as you executed the jump, the vocals of Kei soon followed after Nicholas’ which had your heart churning of what if’s yet you pushed through, ending it with by brushing your hand against your neck and raising it up in the air.

A series of claps emitted after the chorus, turning it down a few volumes down for you to realise it was from Kei who was leaning against the wall with a proud smile on his lips, and his pretty eyes curling in crescents—his dark grey orbs exudes satisfaction and yet infatuation—all for you. “Now that’s my girl.”

‘My girl.’ that particular sentence rang in your mind akin to a church’s booming bell, one that resembles a silent vow engrained in the words—that you are his girl, his one and only. An emergency light rang inside you as a grin threatens to squeezes it was out of your lips, but eventually you gave it up, crossing your arms. “Of course, I do. Now where’s my reward?”

Your eyes softened as it lingered on the way his tender black strands bouncing on top of his fluttering eyelashes, the ever so proud grin never ceases to exists in the corners of his lips as the audible sound of his shoes approached you. Halting his steps after enclosing the distance between the two of you showcases his towering height in a stark contrast of yours, you look up to him with a sentence repeating in a traces of disbelief—the fact that this man was all yours had you melting like a butter at this point.

“Your reward,” His palms met the side of your cheeks, caressing it in a way that had you closing your eyes in order to sense it in your swelling heart. “Can wait later, what if I teach you another choreo?”

Your breath hitched down your throat and your mind immediately processed the information with a manifestation down the veins of your hands, launching midway in the air as you slammed it down his chest—causing him to yelp in slight pain.

“I’m done, look at me, I’m all drenched.” You scoffed, “Learn it by yourself, Koga Yudai! I want my food!”

Kei shakes his head in amusement, following after you by swinging his arms around your shoulder. “Alright, alright. Food is it, gonna treat you so well then.”

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[starlight-incarnate]

Ainur as Aesthetics: 

Melkor  —  eye-rolls, either sleep for the week or sleep is for the weak, great music taste, extremely passionate, smarter than you'd think, abandoned cities, alcohol, doesn't care about opinions, midnight hours, black coffee, hates humanity, cold hands, barely-there eyeliner, sharp smiles, lace-up boots, doesn't like to be told what to do, anger so blinding that you forget where and who you are, staring at the mirror until your features start to disappear, bad decisions, their words can hit you like a gunshot, the chilling sensation of metal on your skin, sharp claws ready to slash anyone they encounter, shattered antique mirrors, long dark scarves, dark and tousled hair, swallowing hard, a little broken.

Manwë  —  pale white snow, red cheeks, dried flowers that used to be the colour of the sun, quiet half-smiles, sunlight coming through an open window in the morning, hair tucked behind ears, gives the most thoughtful gifts, always neat, sparkly jewellery, beautiful poetry, comforting hugs, light footsteps, kisses on cheeks, a laugh like wind chimes, thunderstorms that you feel in your chest, intelligent eyes, collector of small objects, windswept hair, loves their friends with almost an unhealthy amount of loyalty, the colour of the sky at dusk, a crisp autumn breeze, soft hair, gold-flecked souls, the one who is there for you even when you think you don't need them, singing under their breath, smiles as the rain falls down and laughs as their hair lifts in the breeze.

Varda  —  cracked spines of leather-bound classics, sharing pieces of your soul with the world, starting revolutions with simple words, rosewater, cherry blossom petals floating through the wind, making promises, midnight conversations, writing into abysmal nothingness, stargazing, knowing smiles, doesn't open up easily, soft skin, crystals, a night where the clouds hide the moon, stories swirling in your mind, cursive letters, piercing eyes, whispers filled with secrets, studying things that do not exist, bright flashes of light outside your window, silk bedsheets, mysterious, handwritten notes, stays up so late it's early, plays quiet music for ambiance, fingertips stained with ink.

Ulmo  —  bodies full of stories, a will that ebbs and flows, lazy smiles, no real devotion to anything but existence itself, wordless lullabies, glassy blue eyes, moves with grace and rhythm, late night swims, blue tie dyed sheets, flowing outfits, the rough ocean at night, tall waves and bitter winds, salty hair, long limbs, kind of sad and tired but you've never see them cry, goes with the flow, quiet voice but loud meaning, walks with purpose, always looks their best, very kind and giving, seashells, loud laughter, perfect posture, habit of overthinking, bare feet, ice-cold lemonade, laying on the ground to soak up the sun, sand in the air, intricate designs, high ceilings, dim lights, bitten nails.

Aule  — confident, likes to perform, acts cool but is secretly emotional underneath, bold/dark colours, loves challenges, gets mad and forgives just as quickly, wouldn't change for anyone, laughing so loudly that strangers stare at you, running around like crazy person with your lover, compliments a stranger's crazy hair colour and feeling so good when they smile, unhealthy amounts of candy, fiery red sunsets, getting back up after being knocked down, they know that their friends are right behind them wherever they go, the burn in your lungs after chasing something you'll never be able to catch, always does their own thing.

Yavanna  —  warm days, soft smiles, making sure everyone is happy, walking barefoot, falling asleep in the sun, wishes everyone would be kinder, mugs of too-sweet tea, the person who screams don't kill the spider, adores animals, covered in freckles, one can never quite tell exactly what their eye colour is, pointing to the stars as they peek out from behind the clouds, large yawns early in the morning, a question left unanswered, honey, one hand catching another, tea that is swallowed for its warmth and not the taste, faded patterns on well-loved t-shirts, dew beading on flower petals, the imprints tight socks leave behind, wanderlust's yearning pull.

Orome  —  long hair, loves nature and animals, mist, sharp features, dirt under their fingernails, very down to earth, always willing to help, the strong friend, always has new, interesting facts to tell, tough as all hell, doesn't love easily but always loves deeply, walking barefoot everywhere, wildflowers threaded into messy braids, laying in the afternoon sun, big adventures, crisp air, deeply opinionated, climbing the tallest trees around, muddy feet, toothy smiles, accepting of everyone, follows their own path, stargazing off mountain cliffs, running through tall grass, folklore stories of fairies and dragons, a child at heart.

Nienna  —  honeyed and sulky dark summers, pomegranates, thunderstorms, magnolias, unkept promises, cinematic and shadowy, existing in a trance of melancholy, feels passionately though feigns detachment, slightly off-putting, their presence is announced but even if it wasn't you'd still know they were there, constantly underestimated, desperately afraid of silence, red-rimmed eyes, always appears serene, broken handwriting, short hair, foxes, dead leaves, large coats and scarves, numb fingers, old stone walls, steaming black tea, tears, gazing at a past lover down the hall, the smell before rain, old songs, nostalgia.

Námo  —  set features, eyes the color of dead souls, candles melting wax atop a piano, tragic smiles, an inexplicable sense of sharpness, hot tears, decaying cores, irreversible tornadoes, infectious whispers, heart is always pounding, doesn't like to be seen, nightmares, dark circles under their eyes that they can't hide, doesn't know their limits, slightly self-destructive, the silent one, bitter coffee, quiet observation, black eyeshadow, knows a bit of everything, no-nonsense, cold fingers and colder gazes, being misunderstood, sitting alone in a hard wood chair late at night, dead roses, losing a loved one too soon, moss covering broken gravestones, shattered glass, the taste of melancholy. 

Irmo  —  glows when they talk, dewy eyes, radiates with a blessing from the sun, gentle hands, dandelions, white clouds, the shy warmth of the first days of spring, afternoon naps, soft pillows, carefree laughter, fields of reeds, basking in the moonlight, flower crowns, sunbathing in creeks, gloriously alive, hours among the leaves, kind soul, often lost in their own thoughts, nights spent watching the river, dancing in a circle, holding hands, soft clothes, sun kissed skin, always listening to music, either works too hard or not at all, warm smiles, dancing in the rain, catching fireflies, wanting to do everything and nothing all at once, innocent hope, paper stars in glass jars, bittersweet goodbyes, looking for beauty in everything, water-coloured skies. 

Estë  —  dried orange garlands, snow on green tiled roofs, a bit in love, quills dipped in metallic ink, daydreaming, angelic singing, very fond of cuddling, homemade bread, constantly buying gifts for people, talkative, will hold your hand whenever and wherever, friends with almost everyone, convinced that sleeping at 10pm is late, strawberry ice cream, calming eyes, telling old stories, rosy cheeks, wanting the best for everyone, sunrises, loves nature, passionate about dreams, self-made flower crowns, will stay up late to comfort you, unexpected hugs from the back, not afraid to tell people they love them, humble.

Vairë  —  silver knitting needles, velvet skies filled with twinkling stars, red embroidery thread, hot black tea with spoonfuls of sugar, ballet shoes, hearts carved in birch bark, denim jackets, distant bells, foxgloves, rain moving over hills, cheek caresses, a bedroom left alone, walking in the mud and rain at dusk, resisting change, dead ends, unspoken feelings, finally coming home, looking up at the stars in hope of something more, simultaneously brimming with hope and lifeless, wiling the hours away, staring at the ceiling, wanting to write but not knowing the words, hiding from the world, afraid of the future, a sense of dread.

Vána  —  soft features, the smell of lavender, long walks in the sunshine, singing in a choir, sincere laughter, pastel colours, reading poetry aloud, baking cookies and sharing it with friends, kind gestures, painting on random objects, flower print clothes, lacy socks, handwritten love letters, forgiving people, graceful movements, writing poetry, roses, standing up for those who can't defend themselves, walks through nature, positivity, white lace, long hair, very graceful, always there for you, nostalgia of a time that you never knew, undeniably beautiful, the sweet breeze of a spring morning, slowing drifting off while laying on a green meadow, calm and collected, the best friend you could ask for.

Tulkas  —  loud laughter, hammocks, doesn't know when to stop, can't sleep, jacket with so many fixed holes it has been reduced to patchwork, flashing smiles, living on the edge, free spirit that will rip you to shreds if you dare to try and tame it, bloody knuckles, the moments of silence after a loud screaming match, riding into the sunset, dogs barking in the distance, the smell of fire on the air, running from person to person, unbridled chaos, aimless wandering, on the verge of greatness, call of the void, empty avenues, walking between worlds, wanting to hold the planets, melancholy nights, seeing things that aren't really there, wishing for more, overgrown unkempt gardens, bright colours against dark greens, tripping up on vines and logs, scraped knees.

Nessa  —  can go from laughing to serious fast if necessary, little bits of dark humour, staying up late, they do the little eyebrow thing when they get insulted, doodles, everybody else thinks they have friends but they don’t, red lipstick, lively, can be implosive, forgotten, mood swings like crazy, but very calm when they are happy, regrets decisions they made in the past, affectionately called a little brat, out until late in the afternoon of the next day, does not let anyone kill their vibe, seeing their escape in a person, the echo of your own steps on a tile floor, the sensation of being the only one left, a way that seems to have no end.

Eönwë  —  intimidating, has a soft side but only a few people see it, loves the forest, natural beauty, combat boots, deep thinker, false formality, a chord of music that breaks the silence, clouds rolling in, doesn't get angry but instead just fucking glares at you until you crumble, loves thunderstorms, mind like caverns, hands like stone, to hold or to hurt, heavy irises, earthquake tempers, unrequited love, soft voice, they know you whether you know them or not, lingering touches, people watching, the smell of old books and rain, faint music in the distance, won't let others break their friend's hearts, clearing their throat as a type of warning, moral righteousness, faith in humanity, towering buildings.

Mairon  —  sarcastic comments with a smile, glares that could kill, speaking in such a pretentious way that no one even understands you, obsession over studies, being a good person but getting corrupted, setting fire to the city, eyes like flames, heeled boots, soft aching hands buried in messy hair, ancient ruins, cups of tea gone cold, flawless eyeliner, impulsive decisions, false pretences, sickly sweet smiles, daunting realisations, masquerade masks, too stubborn to admit their regrets, waking up from a nightmare, hands cold to the bone, chest pains, the sharp cold of winter, rotting apples, dark circles under the eyes from not sleeping for days, hands stripped from over-washing.

So! Still trying to work out my masterlist and first few posts I have pre-written. In the meantime, please enjoy this messy aesthetic thingy.

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the genius. ﹚: rishima singhania 781 .𖹭 ݁

. . . cold heart just for you !! 🍒 : “ i wish that i could hold onto a man, but for some reason they just end up with broken ribs whenever they give me lip. . . now move. ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 781

꒰ species ꒱ human

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ indian

꒰ age ꒱ 68

꒰ gender ꒱ female

꒰ mbti ꒱ istj

꒰ alias ꒱ dr. singhania, professor singhania, litharia’s greatest mind, co-founder of the order of aetheers

꒰ story ꒱ 

litharia’s greatest mind. a genius who could recite formulas from before she was even in the two digits. using her intelligence to her advantage through the roughness of life.

despite obstacles in her path, she works her way up. from a drug manufacturer to a world renowned scientist with a number of achievements in multiple fields.

a lady in the chair to the aetheer known as the dragon. her eventual husband with whom she forms the order of aetheers. protecting the multiverse from the terrifying dread, fighting for enigma rights across her world —

and mothering two children. what a life

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

magenta eyes, often wears dark eye shadow. has a beauty spot at the corner of her right eye

medium length black hair done in a pinup style

pale white skin as a result of skin condition. sharp facial features

5’4” ( 164cm ), an hourglass figure ( not the fantasy of hourglass! )

often has a vintage, monochromatic aesthetic with mulberry undertones. looks straight out of a polaroid honestly

always wearing some form of heels

wears a deep red or maroon lipstick

long, sharp nails that she often paints black or mulberry

standard lobe piercings and daith piercings on her ears

wears minimalistic jewellery such as black or silver chains

꒰ personality ꒱

highly intelligent and knowledgeable of the world — being a genius from when she could talk and up to her present adult years.

well known in the stem world and is an exceptional teacher at the scientific studies.

an independent woman, keeps her head held high, unbothered by any opinions that may be pointed towards her or her behavior.

easily irritated and unable to keep a filter on her tongue, she instead prefers to remain quiet and observe. however, this does not mean that she is unwilling to speak up and put someone in their place, should she deem necessary.

rather stubborn individual and very work-driven, believing that one of the purposes in her life is to.

though she carries a tough skinned and hard hearted through the years, deep down, she still feels an unwavering want to help those in need — she would never admit this, whatsoever.

due to her inability to process her own emotions, she may at times come off as awkward, especially during in-depth social settings.

she often comes off as intimidating due to her silent demeanor yet aloof expressions

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

might seem closed-off first but that is because she is not necessarily the best with emotions, does not mean that you do not get to see her softer side. she just has certain of showing it

has a surprisingly nurturing nature and is both concerned for your well-being

protective of you in more ways than one

she can be quite teasing: shameless. this is expressed through her nicknames for you along with her actions

more physically affectionate as her verbal affection has no filter / is quite blunt and at times she feels as though it may throw you off

does require a person who will be equally as nurturing as she tends to have a habit of overworking herself. will need you to drag her away from her lab. which could be difficult but once you do, she’s all over you

adores letting you rest on her while she strokes your hair but will not be opposed to switching positions allowing you to pamper her now and then

expect lots of hand holding and her playing with your hair

quiet nights of reading. whether it be in silence or her reading to you

acts of service is her love language

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

intelligence: genius level intellect that she was seemingly gifted at birth and only heightened throughout her life. she is considered to be one of the greatest minds internationally and advances greatly in the fields of science and medicine.

substance resistance: high level resistance against most substances, including various chemicals and drugs

adaptability: incredibly able to adapt to most situations and find a solution for almost immediately. her mind works very quickly.

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

joint issues: has severe joint issues with her wrists and knees and experiences really bad spasms and convulsions. so she takes heavy medication for her joints.

alexithymia: also called emotional blindness, alexithymia is the inability to describe or express your own emotions.

chemical addiction: at times she might feel drawn to the intake of chemicals and substances as a coping mechanism, she is doing better at this in her later years

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

javier: husband, work partner.

rishen herrera: son.

lucía herrera: daughter.

gael herrera: brother-in-law, from another universe (  verse 9948e ).

neva ramona: best friend, from another universe ( verse 9785n )

xú fēng: enemy, rival.

zháo talisen: once student, future son-in-law.

alessio arias: future son-in-law.

lisse herrera: sister-in-law, from another universe ( verse 1311 )

 

꒰ extra ꒱

she is the co-head of the order of aetheers and is also the head scientist

she used to be a big advocate for enigma and aetheers in retaliation to the government’s take on them

she holds lectures at universities across elritea city

she had a fluffy white cat named princess

she speaks hindi and tamil

[cupids-archives]

crush… <3 (contains, sfw, mentions of fingering, perverted reader, stalkerish reader)

been thinking about… having a crush on one of the men in your class. (yandere crush x reader.)

The man’s name is Victor. You think that he’s an exchange student because there’s no way that he’s going to a ratty college like this on purpose. Nonetheless none of that matters, Victor is unlike any man you’ve ever seen.

look wise, he’s quite tall but not very muscular, he has dark, black, and silky hair going down to the bottom of his ears. His eyes, were as dark as the sky, though usually covered up by small narrow glasses sitting on his sharp nose. Most of his features were dark unlike his skin, creating an ethereal look when you stare into it.

Weirdly enough, you’d like to stare at him during class, your eyes wandering around the classroom until you met his side profile. Today like usual, your eyes wander from your textbook to the right side of the room where Victor usually sits, you internally scream, he has such amazing posture and his hands are so big and look at his eyes .. while your in the moment, his head slightly turns to you, his lips curling into a smile. you jump up, turning your head to across the room to pretend as if you weren’t just imagining exactly where you want those hands to be.

Your only fear right now is that he’s going to judge you and tell his other rich perfect friends that your a freak, and even though this isn’t middle school, you don’t want to imagine them staring at you, a judgmental gaze piercing into you, especially not the love of your life, the only time you want to be staring back at him is from under him. This is the same thing you tell your friend, she looks at you with her head tilted, “well, I’ve never been in this situation you know, so I can’t really help you…” you slouch your entire body over the circular lunch table, letting out exaggerated noises of helplessness. “He probably just thought it was funny, don’t think too much about it.”

The next day, you sit closer to the front of class, this way you can’t see him at all and he won’t think you stare at him everyday. Everything’s fine throughout class, you do your work, pay attention to your professor and even talk to some of your peers. However if you strain your eyes, you can see him. Oh hes just so damn cute !. you can’t help yourself. But than. It happens again, for some strange reason you decided it would be a good idea to sit next to one his friends, especially the one you’ve seen him interact with on the daily! He walks closer to the two of you. His eyes look directly at you, then he passes. And for the rest of class, you have to suffer as the man of your dreams sits directly next to you. So close you can smell his expensive cologne.

At the end of the class, you sit there dejectedly, alone in your chair, staring into the wall, thinking about smelling the seat, thinking about how he smelt, and even how good his hair smells. before you can continue your perverted ramblings, a slight knock comes at the door before it’s opened by the man of your dreams. It’s completely silent as he walks towards you, you’re so entranced on his aesthetic and body that you don’t even notice him staring directly at you. “Hi, I’ve seen you around class, your -////- right?” you shake your head yes. Staring up at him like he’s some sort of god. “That’s good, I was wondering if you’d like to be my partner for this…” it’s almost scary how fast you said yes… you didn’t even listen to the full contract.