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whatgaviiformes · 3 years ago

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Fic: Lord Gordon’s Reel

Summary: Summer, 1768. Virgil finds his best inspiration at sea. A Thunderteers Story Characters: Gordon (10), Virgil (13), Scott (16) Genre: Fluff (with an angsty end) Tags: Wee!Tracys, Privateers!AU Words: 2,800 Warnings: Alcohol, Drinking

A/N: There is, in fact, a Lord Gordon’s Reel that prompted this story, though it is a traditional tune, popularized in the 20th century with a five part version recorded by fiddler, Michael Coleman. I’ve been listening to this version by Ciaran Tourish. YT | Spotify . Enjoy!

The story in full is below, but if you enjoy, please consider checking out also at Ao3 | FF More of the Privateers!AU is available here

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Lord Gordon’s Reel

Atlantic Ocean, Summer 1768

Virgil finds his best inspiration at sea. Although he is still supposed to be shadowing the ship’s physician and writing an essay at the end of the summer about his practical learnings aboard his father’s ship, the time away from his rigorous tutoring gives him the space to think. Quite literally, as there’s nothing but sea swells in every direction.

To some that might be terrifying. But Virgil, like his brothers, and his father, and his father before him, has the sea running in his blood. Time at sea is strenuous in ways he would never have experienced as a doctor locked in by land, but it’s invigorating, and relaxing, and rewarding.

He loves it.

The ship means family. One of the deckhands, Elias, plays fife in the evenings when he’s not working on someone’s ink, or his own. The open wound concerns Virgil, but the art fascinates him, and he might include his observations in his essay. Scott, when he’s not in lessons with his tutor or their father, spends his evening playing dice with Benji, their helmsman, down in the galley. Gordon, the little spitfire of a toddler he remembers pulling at the material of their mother’s dress to let her know he wanted to be held closer to the sunshine, has grown into boyhood and follows Scott around like he’s his hero. When he’s not spending time with Scott in lessons, Gordon spends every other waking moment with the deckhands among the ship.

The memory of their mother gives Virgil pause, taken too soon from this life with the birth of little Alan. The boys all went to live with their grandmother then, and he loved her dearly, though perhaps not her hardtack. But their grandmother couldn’t pick up her grandsons after a few years, and so Gordon found a new way to chase the sun, following after his father and oldest brother to reach towards the light with sails instead.

Maybe in another life, Virgil would’ve joined their father on the ship when he reached the right age too. Maybe John would have. But John always had his head even further beyond the clouds towards the stars, and Virgil, instead of playing with dice or cards as a youth, brought the apocalypse of destruction to their household – until his family realized he was able to put whatever he destroyed back together again, better than before. Both of them had shown an early aptitude for maths and sciences, and so tutors were brought in, they started their education, and the rest, as they say, is history.

So, the sea gives him breath, moments to feel, to listen. Slowly, after a few days away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the immense pressure of his schooling, finding the right descriptive words for his letters, he finds himself able to create again.

Little doodles that lay dormant as he resisted the urge and focused his quill on writing words came bursting to life in his journals under graphite pencils and in the margins of his reports on the fauna of the places they traveled.

Music started with their structured morning chants lead by the deckhands and Virgil would follow along, until notes filled in around the chanties and the tune in his mind was something different altogether.

Classically trained, the first time he pulled a downward stroke on his violin with the bite of a fiddle it had been while at sea. Fiddling was a technique, not an instrument, so his lines of rigidity fell away the more he found the appropriate bite to enhance his sound. He lost none of his posture but learned to sway, to dance with the motion of the bow.

Like the stars flickering in to welcome the moon, grace notes started twinkling in his mind, filling the page of notes that only existed in his muscle memory. Dolphins arched through the water, chasing them as they sailed, and he heard double stops, two notes at once working in tandem. His sea songs had movement, like the roll of the waves and with an underlying pulse, beating to connect everyone to the rhythm.

And then he learned to move his fingers at a speed beyond beat.

While the melody was there, the layers changed, the swing evolved, and the song in the end was never the same song twice. And sometimes the sea gave him fresh inspiration, which the others called improvisation, but what he called magic.

That was her gift to him.

~*~

Gordon lives for summer.

It wasn’t just because the days were longer, the sway of the wind warmer and softer against his cheeks, but because his brothers joined the crew. The closer they approached the port in New York - home his father called it, but it hadn’t felt like Gordon’s home in a long time – the more Scott started to join him with the crew, would play games, and sing, and he smiled, like he hadn’t in ages.

Gordon hated when Scott stopped smiling, so Gordon lives for summer because it’s when his brother is at his happiest. All of them were happier really.

Most days, the stories he made up of the shells in his collection would cheer his oldest brother up. Other times, he’d climb into the bunk beside him and pretend he was the one that needed comfort. The worst days, Scott being Scott tried not to let Gordon see, smiling despite himself with Gordon’s attempts to cheer him up, but the light would never reach his eyes.

Gordon was quite young when their mother passed away, but not too young to forget the tragedy. He remembers that his father and oldest brother were at sea, and that Scott was only a bit above Gordon’s age, when Alan came into the world.

Gordon was smart enough to know that his brother carried their family back home on his shoulders, a never-ending worry that when they reached New York, their life would shatter again, that they would only just start to feel the ripple of anguish again over something awful, terrible, that happened while they were away and unable to be there. They’d found out via a letter.

Gordon will never tell him that at age five, he remembers most clearly his older brother, Virgil, crying out first for Momma, and then Scotty.

The loss scarred Scott, and approaching port, having his brothers near him –

It filled Scott with light again.

Gordon wished Scott could be that relaxed all the time, but what does he know? He’s still just a young midshipman, and his father tells him frequently just to “focus on your studies, little fish.” And he’s the Captain so he has to listen, but he thinks maybe if Scott hadn’t been told to focus on his studies all the time, it would bring that smile out more often.

He tells Virgil none of this. They’re “resting” in the officer’s quarters, just them two. At twilight, its John’s hour, and their brother has long left the cabin and begun pouring his head over star maps with their Dad’s hired navigator. A shrill melody drifts their way from the fo’c’sle as the day crew settles in for the evening. With this many aboard, they’ve started utilizing the bunks in the officers’ quarters, and Gordon’s moved his stuff to the top bunk, more accustomed to compensating if the ship lurches. Virgil, who sleeps like a rock, will have less distance to fall in the lower bunk below him.

He’s leaning over the bottom of his bed, so that his hands dangle over the side above Virgil’s face. The blood rushes to his head as he thinks about Scott, but instead rambles about everything else.

He hasn’t seen Virgil in months. So instead, he tells him that he lives for summer and he’s excited to have him and John aboard again, and that he thinks honorifics are stupid, because he wants to be able to just call Scotty, “Scott” and not “Master Scott.” And while they are at it, the crew still calls him “Young Master Gordon,” and he hates both the reminder of his age and the honorific.

“What would you rather be called?” Virgil asks. His sketch journal is open but facing downward over his chest, and Virgil twiddles with the graphite pencil as he looks up at Gordon with amused brown eyes. “Captain Squid?”

Gordon huffs. He’d prefer Gordon. “I don’t want Captain,” he shakes off. “Too much responsibility.”

“Lord Gordon?” Virgil offers, his eyes smiling.

“Hmm.” He’s not one for Lord and Ladies, and usually ‘lord’ indicates an ownership of land, and land is something he definitely does not need. “Gordon, Lord of the Sea.”

Virgil laughs.

Because Virgil’s hair is right there under his fingertips, Gordon twists at one of the dark strands.

“Stop that!” Virgil says. But he’s still laughing, so Gordon giggles too and doesn’t stop. The journal falls to Virgil’s right as he turns to swat at Gordon’s hands.

He swats back a few times, but eventually his head starts to feel light from his position, so Gordon flings himself back over the side of the bunk. Once he’s upright, he curls to his side, and his face hurts from smiling so hard. Below him Virgil’s laugh fades, but he can hear the remaining grin through the wood.

“Lord of annoyance, more like,” Virgil protests.

And Gordon beams. He loves that.

~*~

In the morning, Scott makes coffee.

He makes coffee because Virgil likes coffee. The process is involved because he’s required to roast the beans, then grind them using the mortar and pestle, and then finally boil the water and let the powder infuse before he can even get a cup. There’s got to be a better way to filter out the grounds, though, because the spout of their coffee pot just doesn’t do enough.

That’s the part of the coffee he could do without, and why, on most days, Scott prefers tea.

As the aroma of the beans wafts up, sound drifts down, muted and woody through the floorboards above. There’s no stifling it; the galley is right below their quarters.

Virgil doesn’t know, but there’s a special part of his heart Scott keeps locked and protected with his brother’s music.

Scott doesn’t have the quick ingenuity to fiddle the way Virgil does. His cello, which sits between his legs, is just a bit on the large side for such music too. Though the image is a funny one, and he can’t help but wryly smirk while watching the pot do nothing.

Music is supposed to help with math, he’s told. That’s why his father encouraged him to start playing, but he kept at it because somewhere in the notes he feels his brother with him. And rarely, in the summer weeks, everything clicks into place, and they can play together.

The sound stops, and Scott, with his knowledge of the ship, can follow his brother’s footsteps as he makes his way down to the galley, no doubt drawn by the promise of the dark bean water he liked so much.

He’s already laid out some jam and toast for him, and he sets the coffee in a cup on the table as Virgil joins him. Virgil is taller than he remembers, his shoulders filled out and still not finished growing.

“I’m to shadow you today,” he grumbles, low and distracted. He doesn’t seem thrilled, but Virgil is pre-coffee, Scott acknowledges. And clearly still lost in creation, judging by the quick, successive tapping on the wooden table.

“Don’t seem so glum,” Scott smiles. “I’m working on my studies today. Dad is giving you a break this morning. I do have the afternoon checks later so you’ll want to join the Doctor.”

Virgil nods, letting the coffee do its work to wake him up. “Sorry. Thanks for the brew, Scotty. Master Scott,” he corrects, and he laughs into his coffee like there’s a joke there.

Scott raises an eyebrow.

“Just thinking about something Gordon said last night.”

“Oh? Want to share? Gordon says a lot of things.” Ten going on fifteen, their Squid.

Scott is rewarded with a gleam of brown eyes and a mischievous grin, and Virgil looks all too much like their younger brother in that moment.

Later, Scott joins Gordon on deck with a hushed, “as you were, Lord Gordon.”

~*~

“Master Scotty” takes off in retaliation. Virgil, with no responsibility aboard the ship is called Master by the crew for his ties to their father, but his brothers are not required to toss titles around him. That makes him a prime target for the wilder of Gordon and Scott’s names. He doesn’t mind when “Count Coffee” sticks. John rolls his eyes at “Dipper Duke” which Virgil thinks is a bit of a stretch when they can just sing any of the “Johnny” seas songs at him to get a reaction.

And he does, frequently.

Their father puts a stop to it once he overhears Gordon whispering to Scott, “Sovereign Serious.”

It’s a bit too late for Gordon though. As private as they tried to be with their joke, the crew had already started to pick up on Master Gordon, Lord of the Sea and Irritation, and though they would never actually call him by that name, the title was thrown around between the brothers with a laugh joined by others.

But just because their father said no, doesn’t exactly mean any of them stop right away.

They are on the main deck and Scott has Gordon upside down when Virgil names the song he’s been gifted by the waves of the sea. His eldest brother is holding on to the boy’s squirming legs, and golden hair falls like it’s being pulled straight towards the deck. Scott cackles, his eyes crinkling with mirth, and Gordon, his face turning red, strains against the hold, laughing through the breathlessness.

“Sco-ott,” he hoots, “Put – me – down!”

In that moment, as if she wanted to be part of it, the sea sends them a wave that tosses the ship on the landing and rocks Scott off balance. He lands on his rear, Gordon lands on top of him, and Virgil holds his hand up to his mouth to keep from laughing in front of their father, who just shakes his head. But he’s smiling too, biting at his lip, and, when they both realize that they were trying to keep composure, all semblance of it is lost.

That. That right there is the brightness he’s had flitting about his mind the past few days. The laughter fills in the grace notes.

~*~

The first time Virgil plays “Lord Gordon’s Reel” outside the ship is in a coffee house and tavern in New York, deep in the bleakness of winter when he’s just finished a paper that’s absorbed most of his energy for the past few months. He’s missing his family, and the notes don’t carry right over saltless air, his fingers don’t move as quickly without the waves at his feet, but the folks in the tavern politely clap along well enough at the violin prodigy quaintly playing fiddle tunes behind their political discussions.

~*~

It’s years later and they are in Charleston the first time he hears “Lord Gordon’s Reel” played by someone else, passed along via attuned ears from port to port.

Parts have evolved over musicians, and the grace notes aren’t made from his family’s laughter anymore, but the core is the same. They sit in the tavern of the inn Scott booked for them for a few weeks, wide eyed because that’s his tune.

“Is that—” Scott growls beside him, deep and low in his throat. He throws back a little too much scotch and coughs because he already knows the answer.

It’s the first time Virgil has stepped away from Gordon’s bedside since they landed in town, with the once bright-eyed sailor barely clinging to life in the practice down the street belonging to one of Virgil associates. Brains is eccentric, but brilliant, and Virgil trusts him with his life. He trusts him with his brother’s.

But the song carries the ghost of his brother’s laughter. Virgil rubs his hand over his watery eyes. He doesn’t answer Scott, he can’t with how hard his heart is pounding for Gordon. It’s Scott that gets up first, with a wooden screech as he pushes his chair back, cutting through the song with the tumult of a tortured soul.

The sea and her tricks, Virgil thinks, wearily. He throws his whiskey back, then knocks the bottom of the glass against the table with a dull clink, feeling utterly spent and as empty as the glass by the time the song comes to a close. The End

#Gavii Scribit #Thunderteers Verse #Thunderteers #Privateers!AU #Thunderbirds fanfiction #Gordon Tracy #Virgil Tracy #For the love of FishTank #Scott Tracy #Scott's not Captain yet #Wee!Tracys #Thunderbirds are go

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happyselves · 3 years ago

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Wine { Daniel Ricciardo x reader one shot }

You were invited to a garden party, one of your neighbours was throwing one for the launch of his wine or something, you heard of it before receiving the invite in your mailbox. Weird cause you didn't really known anyone here since you just got here and that neighbour, he was never here but you know from his house that he was rich as fuck.

Anyways you weren't planning on going but free food convinced you, but what to wear now ... to a garden party ? At 7pm ... who does that ? He must be an arrogant prick. You were torn between a sexy dress or a chill outfit ... and you end up with a combination of both, a sexy top and a chill pants . You didn't forget your purse and took your keys, do you really want to drive there ? Well no you were living next door but you did make the walk barefoot cause you didn't want to have sore feet already.

You arrived at your destination and entered the huge house and gave your invitation to a security guy, he did look at you with questioning eyes cause first you still weren't wearing your shoes and secondly you weren't really the type of guest this reception was expecting. What the fuck were you doing here plus more you were actually looking more you didn't see any other neighbour that you recognize.( you didn't know them personal but you always greet them when you see them )

Your shoes back on you start to look around, pretty decoration, very aesthetic and very chic but simple, a bit like yours but you could see some helmets and paintings of cars ? Super cars like the one being driven on circuit ... Formula 1 it was called ... ohhh that would explain a lot about your neighbour ... he must be a F1 driver then. The curiosity was growing inside of you, you knew Lewis Hamilton from this sport, you mean ... knowing is a big word, you've heard his name and saw a picture of him from one of your friends somewhere. If all the drivers were as handsome as Hamilton then your neighbour was getting interesting. What was his name again dammit.

You found the food and took some, not too much to not sound like a bizarre person, you were already underdressed and you were alone, that does look suspect. Socializing wasn't really your forte but some of the guests came to talk to you, they were wearing chill outfits like yours, you felt relief in your heart, like a big weight lifting up, those you will stick to them all evening that was decided. They were his friend to that mysterious guy that you only remember the first letter D. So the friends of D were making you feel at home and asking you random stuff not pressuring you but making you feel so comfortable, so maybe D will not be a prick after all if his friends are this nice. One of his friends, Scott, directed you towards the true star of the party .... THE WINE !!

As soon as you tested it your taste buds went into paradise, the sweet texture, the raspberry taste that was prominent, you liked it right away and wanted to have more. During the whole evening you end up maybe drinking more than you should have and food wasn't making it better. You weren't drunk like a crazy drunk. You just felt more relaxed and laughed with D' friends until you excused yourself because you wanted some water and there was none in the living room. Scott points at you in the direction of the kitchen and tells him you will be back in a sec. His friends were so nice and it felt like you've always known them, they have the same vibe as you and you were already planning on seeing them again this week.

What was strange is that after all this time you still haven't seen the host of the evening, you thought he was speaking with everyone but you would have met by now, you were with his friend after all.

In your thought, the glass of wine in your hand you didn't see the tall person in front of you as you entered the kitchen and kinda crashed into him, the glass of wine ruining his cream pullover. Fuck ... you watch the red spot trying to clean it but you made it worse.

You : Oh I'm so sorry I was in my thoughts, my lord come down here.

You close your fist on his pull and bring him towards the sink without even looking at him or asking him if it was okay. The dude just follows you without complaining, you turn the water, get the closest thing you could get to help and clean it. You were so focused on the spot that you didn't notice he had put his hands on your arms, very warm hands and his chest was firm.

You : Nah take it off I won't be able to take the wine off on you.

Stranger : It's okay really

You hear his voice for the first time and what a voice, sweet like honey but deep as well, from what you could pick from it, he feels amused. You finally look up to see your interlocutor's face and you stay shocked at his, you couldn't react, you froze literally and your cheek went red ... he was handsome and you had way too many glasses of alcohol to behave like a normal being without being embarrassing. Trying your best to put some composure on you but of course he noticed it.

Stranger : We should introduce each other before you take off my clothes, don't you think ? He joked

You throw your name so quickly which made him giggle.

Stranger : Hi nice to meet I'm Daniel

He tried to shake your hand and that's where it hit you, Daniel !! Your neighbour Daniel, the host, the one with the wine !!! You were freaking out in your head but shook his hand

You : Oh I see, I was wondering where the host of the evening was, but I see hiding in the kitchen.

Dan : And I was wondering where the neighbour that my friend kept talking about was and invited me.

You were feeling the alcohol in you taking the place and you knew that the next phrase coming out of you will be out of character.

You : Well if I knew that you were this handsome and hiding here I would have come get water much sooner.

It was his turn to feel shy and scratch his hand, looking away from you he cleared his throat.

Dan : Well I know that's kinda impolite of me to not be with my guest but I've been on the phone all evening, it wasn't planned at all. I'm sorry, am I a bad neighbour ?

You : Don't apologize and you don't have to explain yourself, you are a busy man after all from what I saw. But not to sound too neat freak, your pull over might be ruined. I should be the one apologizing for that.

Dan : Oh it's okay it's not like it was my only clothes.

And with that he took it off, finally you whispered in your head, or by the face he just made you think it was in your head. Damnit ... again not in your head freaking wine

Dan : Ah I see you liked the wine ? I will give you some bottles then, free of charge in the house cause I'm a terrible host.

You both went silent, it wasn't awkward but he was curious about you and why you were looking at his chest like that ... he was wearing a white tee shirt underneath, not like he was naked.

For you it was the layered gold necklaces that threw you off, you loved men wearing jeweled jewelry especially because you had a thing for neck, large neck and god damn that an F1 driver had to have a large neck. You snapped out of it, almost feeling dizzy.

You : Wooo I'm sorry I zoned out ... I think it's the wine, I'm not a bad drinker but the raspberry touch in was my favorite.

You didn't notice you were getting closer to him, like night butterflies attracted to light, your hands were moving on their own, putting the wet tissue you had in one of your hands since you started cleaning his shirt, on the counter and bringing it to his necklaces playing with it. Daniel didn't move, he couldn't. It was like a flash of lightning was striking him down on his feet. He was looking at you helplessly, catching the counter with his hand to keep you both balanced cause he felt like his legs were about to give him up at this instant. That were he takes the time to admire you, how beautiful you were with that sunset lightning hitting you

from the window. His secondhand automatically pushed away the hair that was stopping him to look at your pretty face.

You : I don't know what's happening, you breath out

He heard you thought

Dan : I don't know either but it's not like I want to stop.

You lock eyes with each other and in a last movement you close your fingers against his necklaces, bringing him closer to you, collapsing your lips together, the taste of wine was intoxicating. He responds to your kiss instantly, slowly catching your lips and making you forget every kiss you had before him. You both were in sync, kissing slowly but deeply that it was sloppy. His hands were now on your hip, not letting you go and you were glad anyway cause you just couldn't have enough of this man. The romantic kiss turns to a more ferocious one, bringing teeth and tongue to the party. He was making you moan at every chance he gets cause it was already obsessed with the sound that was leaving your body. You were soon out of breath and had to make your lungs full of oxygens again so you were the first to break the kiss not without having him complaining with a groan.

Your eyes still close, you take a huge amount of air.

You : That was ...

You didn't had the time to finish

Dan : Unexpected

You both : but so good

You both opened your eyes at the same time, they were different from earlier, dark and full of lust for each other.

After a little while catching your breath you were both fighting the urge to kiss again but control yourself.

Dan : Well I'm so glad my friend invited you, they said I needed to know my neighbours, I thought they would invite everyone but I guess they only saw you.

You : Well I'm glad to have forced myself to come even if I didn't want to.

You both laughed and his hands joined yours on the counter, first caressing your skin before intertwining your fingers.

Dan : So do you think it would be impolite of me to just tell everyone to leave ?

That picked the curiosity in you

You : Perhaps yes, since you didn't even show up but I might have an idea.

Dan : I'm listening ...

You : You could simply eclipse yourself by the back door with a couple of wine bottles and I join you outside so we can go to my place and finish whatever is going on between us right now.

Dan : Ouuhhh I dig that plan a lot.

He quickly catch oyu lips before leaving them again

Dan : Meet you outside at 5 ?

You : Yes

You find your best lie to excuse yourself from Daniel's friends, telling them that the wine was getting into your head and that you needed to go home, it wasn't technically a lie though. Of course they ask you if you needed someone to come with you until you're home safe but you reassure them that it was only 200meters away and they let you go.

You felt like a teenager again, meeting Daniel outside of his own house, ruining as quick as you could to go back to your house and spend the most scandalous night you ever experienced with a man.

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sincerelyasomebody · 4 years ago

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Happy Go Lucky || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

(GIF: @merakiaes)

A/N: Shoutout to @multiyfandomgirl40 and @firebenderwolf for making me do a taglist. I'm still in awe that people enjoy the fics I write. Be sure to check out their fics (or re-read them), you won't regret it! Grammatical errors are to be expected. Spanish Translations below, let me know if there are any errors.

Characters/Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Reader ☆ OCs (readers best friends)

Summary: Wine just brings out a different side of (Y/N). Not that her boyfriend is complaining.

Warnings: fluff, language, references to smut, tipsy reader

Word Count: 1638

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The Mean Girls credits rolled onto the screen, so (Y/N) tossed the remote to Kyra as she got up and walked into the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, she looked through the selection Maelyse had brought with her. Unsure of what to get, Joy popped up beside her and grabbed the Merlot. (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders and decided to grab the rest of the snacks instead.

Tomorrow, the tight knit group of friends would officially have a wife among them. They were all excited for the big day, especially the bride to be Maelyse. The past few months had all of them busy. However, through it all, they all remained level-headed and it solidified Mae's choice in choosing them to be her bridesmaids. Instead of going to celebrate her last night of being a fiancé out in the city, Mae decided on having a quiet night in.

Each of them had their own rooms within the suite, but chose to all camp out in the living room for the night.

"How are you feeling?" (Y/N) asked Mae as she placed the snacks on the coffee table that had been pushed to the side.

She smiled, "great."

Joy shook her head, "and to think you getting married is because Scott sent a text to the wrong number.

"I wouldn't say it was wrong," Mae flashed her engagement ring, "after all he ended up with the right woman."

(Y/N) and Joy both awed, while Kyra scoffed.

"Okay, enough of the cheesiness, y'all know I'm lactose intolerant," everyone laughed at her, "let's give a toast for wrong numbers."

"To wrong numbers!"

They all raised their wine glasses, clinked them together and took a drink. When (Y/N) placed her glass down, she noticed a notification pop up on her screen. With the quick flash she smiled down at her screensaver. A photo of her and Jose sitting on a mat with a picnic basket and a bouquet of daffodils beside them. (Y/N) leaning back into his embrace and Jose wrapping his arms around her.

He had set his phone up to "capture the moment", he had told her. (Y/N) didn't really suspect anything of it considering she loved a good photo op. She remembered that day so clearly, as it was when Jose officially asked her to be his girlfriend. Bringing the bouquet of daffodils to symbolise the new beginning for both of them.

Kyra noticed (Y/N) staring at her phone and nudged her shoulder playfully, "is somebody missing their novio?"

"Shut up," she replied.

Mae laughed, "he's coming tomorrow, right?"

(Y/N) nodded, "yeah, he'll be there."

She was happy that Jose would join her. It would be the first event they'd be attending as a couple – Santos parties and dinners with her family didn't really count. Plus she was extremely excited to see him dressed up.

Joy smiled and grabbed some Doritos to munch on, "Nana Julie is gonna be disappointed when she finds out you're in a relationship. She's been trying to set you up with Carlos for years."

"Accepting the ring pop in front of her was the beginning of her attempts of getting the two of you together," Mae piped up.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, "we were seven."

Kyra smirked, "my favourite part was when you found out he gave Vivian a ring pop the day before and told him you weren't a homewrecker," she laughed.

"That just showed how committed I was, even back then," she replied, "I kinda felt bad after I stuck the ring pop in his hair. He had to shave it all off 'cause Nana Julie ended up giving him a bald spot when she ripped it out."

They continued to drink, eat and talk. Laughing at the memories they created with each other and cringing when they talked about their awkward teenage years. All of which they agreed they were happy they were no longer living through it.

On the other side of town, Jose was chilling in his apartment. He wasn't really doing anything, other than making sure his outfit for Mae's wedding was put away nicely. He had just come back from his mother's house 'cause he needed help ironing it. While she was ironing, she kept talking about how proud she was of him for finding (Y/N). He laughed when she began to hint at grandchildren. His response was if it happened, it happened. Although, he already knew that (Y/N) was the only woman he ever pictured having kids with.

Closing his closet door, he moved from his bedroom into the hallway. His mind on (Y/N) and hoping she was having a blast with her girls. When he began dating her, her friends were a bit apprehensive due to his association with the Santos. However, when they realised he actually cared for (Y/N) they eased up. Now, whenever he saw them there wasn't any awkwardness.

Before he reached the kitchen, he felt a vibration against his thigh. Confused, he pulled out his phone and saw (Y/N)'s contact name pop up. With a smile, he quickly answered, "Hola, querida."

"Ooooh did you hear that girls? Did. You. Fucking. Hear. My. Man? I don't think you did. He spoke Spanish! Fuck he sounds so sexy –" was all Jose heard before a bunch of giggles muffled his girlfriend's voice. He couldn't help but chuckle, quickly figuring out that he was on speaker and (Y/N) was tipsy (if her slightly slurred rambling was anything to go by). A loud shushing noise was followed by more rambling, "– like… he's just so ‐‐ urg! He's a snack… no h-he's more than that he's breakfast… and lunch… and dinner. Yeah! Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Wait, no… uh, what's that place – buffet! He's. A. Fucking. Buffet! Yes, he is. And I'll gladly eat all day long."

Jose smirked, "you're everything and more bebe."

"Oh shit, I forgot I was on the phone," she giggled, "hey, baby! I love you!" She let out a heavy sigh, "I miss you! Can I see you? I wanna see you."

Never being able to deny her of anything, he quickly ended their call and switched to FaceTime. He only waited for a few seconds before (Y/N)'s face popped up, practically covering the screen. Jose laughed as she grinned widely, before shuffling back allowing him to see her surrounded by her best friends. All of whom were wearing matching pink pajama sets, except for Maelyse whose set was white. They all waved, Jose nodding back at them.

"Isn't he handsome?" (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder, "and he's mine." She sighed happily focusing back on the screen. "I love you!"

He smiled, "I love you too, bebe." His eyes spotted some wine glasses in the background with snacks. "You seem to be having a great time."

"The bestest time ever!" She cheered, the girls cheering alongside her. "We're getting wine drunk and eating all the snacks. But, I wanna see you," she pouted.

"Don't make that face," he sighed, "you're seeing me now, bebe."

"It's not the same… I want you here!" She huffed.

He raised an eyebrow, "(Y/N)."

"Ooooh, you called me (Y/N)." Her eyes widened, "you must mean business," she giggled. "I like it when you say my name… especially when you're –"

"Baby," this time his eyes widened.

The girls in the background fell over each other laughing, while (Y/N) looked at them confused. This made Joy laugh harder. Maelyse leaned over and whispered in her ear. (Y/N) bit her lip, causing Kyra to wrap her arms around her shoulders and scream about 'the baby not being as innocent as everyone thought'. Shaking her head, she turned back to the screen and shrugged her shoulders.

"I meant when you're sleepy 'cause your voice gets even sexier," she explained, "but… yeah, when we're doing stuff too. I really like that part."

The way she said it so nonchalantly made Jose snort and shake his head. His girl was something else. The camera shifted to show off a pile of blankets and pillows, before revealing her nude painted toenails. He patiently waited until (Y/N)'s face came back on the screen and once it did, she was laying on a bed.

"I can't wait to see you all dressed up," she commented, "like – fuck, you're already the sexiest man. But… imagining you in a suit and tie is doing things to me."

He smirked, "is that right?"

Biting her lip, she nodded, "yeah… a whole lot of things," she glanced over her phone before back at the screen, "after the wedding is when the real fun starts."

"I look forward to it."

"You should 'cause I brought your favourite set with me, so I can wear it underneath my dress."

"Baby, don't do that to me," he groaned.

"Sorry not sorry," she giggled.

They chatted a bit more until Mae called out for (Y/N) that it was time to say goodbye and get back to celebrating. At the same time Oso gestured towards Jose that he was needed. With a reluctant sigh from both of them, they smiled at each other.

"Looks like we've both gotta go, querida," he told her, "but I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Do you need me to bring anything to the hotel?"

"Can I have some (fast food) for breakfast?"

He laughed, "of course baby, anything else?"

She shook her head, "no that's it," she blew him a kiss, "I really gotta go now 'cause I can hear Mae calling my full name," she huffed, "I love you!"

"I love you too, baby."

Once they hung up, they both had the same thought; morning couldn't come soon enough.

-♤ - ♡ - ◇ - ♧ -

Spanish Translation(s):

Novio - boyfriend

Hola, querida - hello, honey

Bebe - baby

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high-functioning-lokipath · 3 years ago

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Midnight In Paris - Scott x Reader (Surprise Character x Reader) - Words: 2418

You sat down at your computer with a sigh. You really needed to edit your post for today and reply to a few asks that had backed up on your Tumblr page. But instead you decided to work on a new project. You looked at your desk and nodded approvingly. "Ok! Coffee, music, blank document, photos from when I was 7, and photos from last summer. Ready!"

And that's why birds do it, bees do it

Even educated fleas do it

Let's do it, let's fall in love

Y/N took a deep breath as she stepped off the plane in Paris. She'd been here once before as a little girl but those memories had faded and the magic of Paris had been lost. "This I do remember," She muttered, crinkling her nose as the pungent smell of jet fuel filled her nostrils. She rushed through the airport wanting to get to her sightseeing plans as soon as possible. The hotel she'd made reservations at was small but quant. After checking out the room, dropping off her luggage, and freshening up a bit, she headed out into the city just in time to catch the golden sunset reflecting across the elegant architecture.

As she walked up and down cafe lined streets and avenues dotted with interesting shops, she couldn't help but wish she could have seen Paris in what's been called its heyday. Y/N laughed at her own line of thought, remembering the lesson of the movie she'd watched not 3 nights before. Midnight In Paris was one of her favorite movies. And it had one of her favorite actors too. Even if his screen time in it totalled only about 5 minutes and 34 seconds. https://youtu.be/yIcTbQj4bZw

Eventually, dinner time came so she stopped in a small cafe/bar to order a meal. "Mercí," She told the waiter after being seated. She decided to order some wine too, of course.

"Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle," Someone called out to her as she left the restaurant hours later. The wine had left Y/N substantially more tipsy than she expected after only a few glasses.

As she made her way back to the hotel, she giggled, thinking of the movie once again as a nearby clock struck twelve and marked a new day. Shaking her head, she told herself, "It's just a movie. Things like that don't happen in real life."

"Pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle," A gentleman exclaimed, stumbling out of what seemed to be a small nightclub and bumping into her, knocking her to the ground.

"No problem," She replied, dusting herself off and standing. Glancing inside the bar, she saw it had an oddly warm and inviting atmosphere for such a loud place. Deciding that the night was still young, she walked in.

"Hello!" A young lady with a heavy southern American accent exclaimed, walking up to her. The air was smokey and there was an old song playing that Y/N knew she recognized but couldn't quite place. "Well don't you look different! Wearin' pants to a party like this! Don't worry, darlin'! You look just fine!" Y/N nodded silently, shocked at the woman's reaction.

"Women have been wearing pants for decades now!" Y/N thought to herself.

"Are you alright, darlin'?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Y/N replied quickly. She suddenly realized who the young woman was. Or at least looked like. "Pardon my confusion, but I'm afraid I had a bit more wine with my dinner than I had planned." She chuckled lightly and shook her head, trying to clear her mind.

"Nothing to apologize for," a man spoke up from behind her. "Zelda has a way about her that does that to people regardless of their sobriety." Y/N turned around and fought the urge to gasp in surprise. "Scott Fitzgerald," He said, holding out his hand. "A pleasure to meet you!" She reached out and shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you too," She replied with a grin, seemingly unable to look away. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was just like the movie! "I'm Y/N," she finally said, still smiling at Scott.

"Well, I'll be off then. I've spotted quite a few interesting pursuits for the night, so," Zelda said with a smirk. "I'll be off!"

"Just be home at a reasonable-and she's gone," Scott sighed. He chuckled awkwardly and took a slow drag from his already lit cigarette. "My sister is bound to drive me to insanity one day!"

"Your sister?" Y/N exclaimed. Scott nodded, eyes lit up with amusement. They both laughed loudly and Y/N shook her head. "You do know most everyone else thinks you're married!"

"I have noticed people tend to assume that," He chuckled, leading her towards another group of people. "I'd like you to meet some friends of mine," He said. As Y/N followed him around the room, she found herself mostly stunned into silence at seeing each face that she'd come to know from rewatching Midnight In Paris a million times. She took a sip from the drink that had somehow found its way into her hands and glanced around the room as Scott was busy talking with someone she couldn't remember the name of.

"There's no way this is happening," She muttered to herself hours later. Laughing quietly, she shook her head. "I probably hit my head on the pavement and am having a concussion-induced/Paris-induced dream. And the wine probably didn't help. That's got to be it! Well, perhaps I should wake myself up now," She reasoned. Squinting at a clock, she figured the sun should be rising soon so she started making her way to the door.

"Leaving so soon?" Scott asked, grabbing her arm before she walked out.

"Yes," She sighed. "It was wonderful meeting you, Scott. Thank you for a lovely evening."

"Will you be around tomorrow? There's another party."

"I'll try to make it," Y/N replied, not wanting to disappoint him even if it was a dream. "Goodbye, Scott," She smiled. Gathering her courage, she stood on her tip-toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She turned away quickly and ran out the door. In her rush, she stumbled on an uneven part of the sidewalk and fell down.

"Are you ok?" A young lady asked a few moments later. Y/N looked up at the stranger and nodded embarrassedly.

"Yes, I just," she stopped mid-sentence when she turned and saw the bar she'd just walked out of was completely empty. "I just tripped," she said slowly. "Um, thank you."

"No problem," The girl smiled. "Au revoir!" She called out, continuing on her way.

Y/N went back to her hotel and took a brief nap to refresh herself for the day. Eventually, she put the night's events aside mentally and moved on with her plans. That is until she found 'the dress'. She was passing a line of boutiques and in the window of the last one was a Y/F/C 1920's style drop waist dress. It even had a matching hat and purse. Half an hour later, Y/N found herself back in the hotel room trying to get her makeup just right to match the outfit.

"I don't know what I'm doing," She told herself as she walked back to where she'd been the night before. Sitting on a bench across the street, she waited. For what exactly, she was not sure, but she knew she had to wait. Soon enough, the clock struck 12 midnight and, just like in the movie, an old car made its way down the street. Y/N was so distracted trying to look inside the vehicle that she didn't notice the change across the street.

"Y/N! Y/N, you came back!" Scott yelled as he and a few others came out of the bar. She ran across the street now that the car had passed to meet up with him, grinning like mad.

"Scott! I didn't-" she paused, chuckling lightly. "I didn't think I would see you again."

"Didn't I tell you there was another party tonight?" He asked, slightly confused. Y/N nodded, still grinning, and decided not to explain for now.

"Where are we off to?" She asked, linking arms with him. He smiled and they headed to one of the cars parked nearby. The night went by in a flash. Near morning, the group found themselves at a small cafe/bar. A few had already gone home and the rest were preparing to leave. Soon it was just Y/N and Scott left. She stared at him for a moment before shaking her head and laughing lightly.

"What's so funny?" He asked. "You know, you get the oddest look on your face sometimes. Like you've gone somewhere else," He commented.

"I have," she replied, taking a sip of her drink. "You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to be here," she said, gesturing around her. "Or even somewhere else, another time. And it's been wonderful! But you were right! A person really can't live in the past. It's just not possible."

"I'm not sure what I said to help you," He chuckled. "But it's funny, I have a character that should learn that lesson," Scott commented. "I'm working on the book right now but I think I've just gotten an idea from you. Thank you," He smiled.

"Oh! That's right!" Y/N said, realizing her favorite F. Scott Fitzgerald writing wasn't even released, and apparently not even finished yet.

"Perhaps we should be making our way home," He said, glancing outside at the rising sun. He stood and held his arm out for Y/N to hold. "Let me walk you?" She nodded and they headed outside into the crisp morning air. She pointed in the general direction of her hotel, wondering somewhat what would happen when they arrived. "Are you cold?" He asked her.

"No, I'm fi-" But before she could finish, he had already draped his jacket over her shoulders. "Thank you," Y/N replied, blushing brightly. She pulled the charcoal suit jacket around her, genuinely glad for it's warmth. When they were about a block away, she stopped, turning to look at him. "Scott," She sighed. "I can't come back. I'm afraid if I do-" she paused again, looking around at the beautiful city just starting to wake up. "I guess I should thank you. You've been so kind to me and I appreciate it. It made my visit to Paris so much better."

"I'm glad to hear that, Y/N," He replied. "I will miss you. But I am, at the very least, happy to have had the pleasure of meeting you." He leaned forward and kissed her gently, surprising Y/N. She closed her eyes and sighed into the kiss, trying to commit every feeling to memory. "Goodbye," She heard him say, one they separated. She didn't have the courage to open her eyes and watch him go however.

"Goodbye," Y/N finally whispered to herself when she opened her eyes and saw the city, modern and bustling all around her. Y/N wiped away the few stray tears and broke out into a run, wanting to get back to her hotel as fast as possible. As she rounded the last corner before the building, though, she collided with someone walking around the same corner. Y/N lost her balance, the person she ran into being much taller, and fell down. "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed. She was rushing to pick up the items she dropped when she saw a hand held out to her.

"It's alright," The man said. "No harm done. Now can I help you up?" He asked, smiling sweetly.

"I-uh, well, yes. Thank you," She stuttered. He helped her gather her things and handed them to her.

"Were you heading to the hotel?" He asked. Silently, she nodded, not trusting her own voice at this point. "Well, then, let me walk you back. I was heading there myself." He smiled at her as they started walking down the sidewalk. "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Tom."

"Done!" You exclaimed. Letting out a sigh of relief. You had been needing to write that for a long time but you never quite felt up to it. "Holy crap!" You yelled, looking at the clock. It had taken much longer than you expected to write it. You knew your husband would be home shortly so you rushed out to start dinner.

"Honey! I'm home!" He called out, walking through the door. He was grinning like mad, obviously in a good mood if he was using such a cliche line on you.

"Hello, Tom," You smiled, as he came up behind you, giving you a hug. He peppered your neck with small kisses, making you giggle loudly. "Tom! Stop that!" You exclaimed, wriggling out of his arms. "I need to finish dinner."

"Alright, darling. I'll change then," He relented. A while later, once dinner was safely cooking in the oven, you heard him call out to you from the bedroom.

"What's wrong?" You asked, walking to the doorway. Then it hit you. You'd left the document open on your laptop which was on your desk in the bedroom.

"What's this?" He asked, pointing to your new writing.

"It's for the blog," You said honestly. He knew you had a Tumblr page, although he still refused to see what was posted about him on there. Just one mention of the site could still get him embarrassed.

"Yes but," He glanced at it again, brows furrowed. "That's not how it actually happened, is it?" He asked, quite confused. You chuckled and shook your head.

"Well now, I can't very well ask Scott to verify my story, can I?" You smirked.

"Of course not," He chuckled. "Although I must say you did an excellent job of adapting the story of how we first met!"

"Thank you, dear," You smirked, walking away to the walk-in closet you shared.

"What are you not telling me?" He asked suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing," You replied innocently. When you walked out of the closet you completely ignored Tom, whistling as you headed back to the kitchen.

"What is that you're wearing?" He called out, running after you. You laughed as he caught up with you in the living room. "Is that a new charcoal suit jacket?"

"It's not new, Tom, not new at all."

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justcallmefox89 · 4 years ago

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Truth or Dare Part 4

The birthday sleep over has completely fallen apart, Mammon and Levi are at each other’s throats, Arianthi backslides into old thoughts and dangerous habits, and Diavolo offers her comfort.

Some good old fashioned angst and NSFW content: Language, blowjob, penetrative sex, face riding, unprotected sex.

Remember everyone, consent is key. Being open and honest with your partner and making sure you’re both on the same page is the sexiest thing you can do for one another. Also - practice safe sex mmmkay? :)

TW: body image and self esteem issues, eating disorders.

Written from the perspective of my female character Arianthi.

I’m adding a different mood playlist to each installment of this series, just songs that I listened to while writing and feel embody each part of the story.

Foxy Shazam - Count Me Out

Callum Scott - Dancing on My Own

Meg Myers - Desire

Hozier - Movement

Jess Benko - A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant to Be

“Arianthi! Arianthi! Open the damn door!” Mammon pounds on the door to Arianthi’s room, unable to open it.

“Screaming at her to open the door after you’ve just insulted her on her birthday probably isn’t the best way to get her to let you in Mammon,” Lucifer says coldly.

“I doubt she’d let you in anyway, scumbag,” Satan adds, an angry growl in his voice.

Mammon opens his mouth to snap back, then closes it, unable to come up with a retort.

“Stupid Mammon can’t even defend himself this time,” Asmo mocks. “You just blew whatever shot you had with Arianthi straight to hell.”

Mammon looks at the floor, ashamed. “I didn’t mean it. She’s got to know I didn’t mean it, I was just so.....”

“Jealous? Stupid? Idiotic? Pick a description because they all fit. Newsflash, even a shut in otaku like me knows like you can’t treat the girl you supposedly care about like shit and then expect her to still like you.” Levi glares at Mammon and then tries the doorknob again, agitated.

The door still doesn’t open and he can’t hear any movement inside her room.

Beel looks around worriedly. “She never locks her door. Ever. She always leaves it open so I can go in and get the snacks she keeps for me. And Luke said she might be sick.”

Belphie shares his concern. “Do you think we should have Beel break the door in? In case she’s too sick to answer and needs help?”

For the first time since Lilith, Lucifer looks to be at a loss. Concern for Arianthi and the urge to comfort her battles with his desire to protect her privacy.

Diavolo steps forward to pass a hand over the door and sighs. “It wouldn’t matter if he did. She’s warded the door against us.”

The brothers share a look of surprise.

Mammon is the first to recover his voice. “Where would she even learn ward magic? And why would she start using it now?”

“I taught her.” The demons turn to look at Solomon, who has walked up behind them. “And as to why she’s using it, I’d venture to guess that Mammon’s little attempt to shatter her self-confidence worked, and she doesn’t want to see any of you right now.”

Mammon flushes with shame. “I didn’t mean any of it,” he mutters.

“Then you shouldn’t have said it.” For the first time a sharp tone enters Solomon’s voice.

“Take down the ward,” Lucifer orders him.

Solomon moves to stand in front of Arianthi’s door. “No.”

Lucifer’s eyes gleam red, anger rising. “You may be a powerful sorcerer Solomon, but I am one of the seven lords of the Devildom and I will rip your heart out of your chest without hesitation. Open. The. Door.”

“No.”

Lucifer lunges forward, already shifting to his demon form.

Diavolo stops him with a strong hand on his shoulder. “I know you’re all worried, but maybe Solomon is right. Maybe we should respect her privacy. She’s put up the wards for a reason.”

Levi pushes forward and knocks softly on the door. “Arianthi? It’s me. Can I come in?”

Silence.

“Please Arianthi?”

The demons and Solomon all hear movement behind the closed door and Arianthi’s voice whispering. There’s a soft click and the door opens. Arianthi’s hair has been pulled back into a messy ponytail, her make up removed. A t-shirt that is clearly Beel’s hangs to her knees, over it she wears one of Levi’s hoodies, and a pair of Belphie’s sweats peek out beneath the over sized shirts. She’s obviously been crying.

Something sharp and painful twists in Mammon’s chest. I did this. I made my human cry. I was stupid and jealous and I fucked up. I need to make this right. He moves quickly towards the open door, attempting to push past Levi.

“Arianthi, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean -”

Arianthi holds up a hand to cut him off. “Just Levi.” Her voice is soft and hoarse.

Levi slips past Mammon and into the room. Arianthi shuts the door behind him and whispers the incantation to once again ward the door.

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Levi follows me and we both take a seat on my bed, leaning up against the headboard, shoulders touching.

“Luke said he heard you being sick.”

I sigh heavily.

I don’t want to talk about this now. Never talking about it would be ideal. Forgetting this whole shit show of a night would be fantastic.

“I was sick. Then I took a shower and brushed my teeth. I’m fine now.

“Did you make yourself sick on purpose?” Levi asks softly.

I turn to face him, getting my first proper look at his face and his emerging black eye.

“Levi! What happened to your face?” I reach out to touch his cheek, worried.

He gently grabs my hand and pulls it down, folding it between his two large ones. “Don’t change the subject.”

The urge to cry comes on again, hard and fast. “I’m sorry Levi,” I whisper.

He sighs. “I’m not mad at you. I just........I wish you wouldn’t feel like that’s something you have to start doing again.”

“I’m sorry,” I say again. “It just....it’s hard. I haven’t felt that way in a long time but then......... I just felt this panic and I thought if I could get rid of the food then I would feel better. And if I start doing it again then I can be more like what he wants.......I could be pretty. I could be so much more than this. I could be good enough for him.” I gesture at my body, the tears flowing freely now.

Levi thunks his head back against the headboard of the bed in frustration. He turns me to face him, his thumbs brushing my tears from my cheeks.

“Hey we’ve talked about this. Remember what you told me when Mammon was selling that picture of me? And I was so embarrassed because I didn’t want anyone seeing that much of my body? You told me I was perfect how I was. I didn’t have to look like Beel or Mammon to be attractive. Fuck everyone who thought differently. You loved me. My brothers loved me in their own weirdly deranged ways. You said I didn’t have to change to be like anyone else to be worthy of love and the things that made me different from my brothers were what made me sexy. And then you got Mammon to delete the picture and give me all the Grimm he made from it.”

Levi grins at me. “I think you’re the only person who has ever been able to get Mammon to willingly hand over Grimm.”

I choke back a sob. “I remember.”

“Ok, well I’m telling you the same thing now. Don’t go back to that. Don’t hate yourself, don’t make yourself sick to try to control things, to change things about yourself to make someone else care about you.” Levi gives me a little shake.

“That’s easy for you to say. I’m just a human. Is there some stupid rule here that all demons must be skinny and mind blowingly attractive?”

Levi looks at me for a moment then laughs. I join in, giggling through my tears.

“I mean what I’m saying,” Levi says as he wipes away the rest of my tears. “We all care about you, exactly how you are. If you start to feel like you can’t handle this and need help we can talk to Diavolo. He can send you back to the human realm to get help from the doctors there. I’m sure he’d let you come back after.”

I bite my lip anxiously then nod. “I’ll tell you if I can’t get a handle on it. If I can’t, or you think I’m slipping you can tell Diavolo.”

“Pinky promise?”

I smile, linking my pinky with his. “Pinky promise.”

Levi sighs in relief. “Good. Feel a little better?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so,” I answer, leaning my shoulder against his. “Hey Levi?”

“Mmm?”

"Thank you.”

He smiles at me. “Anything for my Henry.”

“Could you do me a favor? Could you tell Diavolo I want to talk to him real quick? I want to apologize for everything that happened tonight.”

“Yeah, sure.”

I stand up and reach over to my nightstand. I hand Levi a jumble of things; a toothbrush, a D.D.D. charger, some t-shirts, a pair of sunglasses, a white dress shirt.

“Can you give these back to Mammon when you go back out there? Please?”

Levi nods and we walk to the door together. I take down the ward and he slips through the open door.

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“She wants to talk to Diavolo,” Levi tells the crowd assembled outside Arianthi’s door. “She’s upset but she’s not sick anymore.”

A wave of shock ripples through the rest of the brothers. Diavolo nods and quickly enters the bedroom.

“She really doesn’t want to see any of us?” Asmo asks, hurt.

Levi looks at the ground, trying to avoid the upset gazes of his brothers. “It’s nothing personal Asmo. She’s just got some stuff going on right now. Really personal stuff. She can’t talk about it with anyone else. She might though. Soon. Just don’t be mad at her for it, please?”

Asmo nods, still obviously distressed.

“Well, now that I know she’s not sick I’m going to gather up Luke and Simeon and we’ll take our leave,” Solomon says, shooting Mammon one last dirty look before he turns and walks down the hall.

The demons all give him a half-hearted wave goodbye.

Levi remembers the things that Arianthi gave him and quickly shoves them into Mammon’s arms. “Here’s all your stuff that was in Arianthi’s room. She doesn’t want it in there anymore.”

Mammon looks down at this things in horror. There’s a stinging sensation in his eyes, and he suddenly can’t breathe. He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, and quickly walks to his room without a word to his brothers.

“This is really bad.” Beel looks around at the remaining brothers. “We have to fix this.”

Satan sighs softly. “This might be something we can’t fix Beel.”

“Satan’s right. Ultimately this is going to be between Arianthi and Mammon,” Lucifer says. “The best thing we can do is to let Arianthi know we still care about her and want her in the House of Lamentation.”

He sighs. “Let’s all go to bed. There’s nothing else to do here tonight. I’m sure if Diavolo thinks anything is wrong he’ll let us know before he leaves.”

The brothers all exchange worried glances before they disperse to their bedrooms.

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“Hey.” Diavolo gives me a small smile as he enters my room.

“Hey.” I return the smile and pat my bed. “You can come sit with me if you want.”

“Do you want to put the wards back up?”

I shake my head. “No, just close the door please.”

“Are you feeling better?” The mattress dips under Diavolo’s weight, causing me to slide closer to him.

“Yeah, just a bad moment.”

“I’m sorry Mammon said those things about you.” Diavolo reaches out to take my hand. I involuntarily flinch at the touch of his fingers and he jerks his hand back. “I’m sorry, I overstepped.”

I quickly grab his hand, lacing my fingers with his. “It’s ok Diavolo. I’m just feeling a little off right now.”

“Are you sure?” He looks at me with concern. “I don’t want to make your night worse with my attention if you don’t want it.”

I press a soft kiss to his knuckles. “I’m sure.”

A faint blush stains Diavolo’s cheeks. “And you promise you’re feeling better?”

I grin. He’s absolutely adorable.

“Promise. I have some things I need to work on, but right now I am feeling better.”

He squeezes my hand. “Good.” He pauses for a moment, looking as if he’s trying to gather his thoughts, before he turns and looks earnestly into my eyes.

“Arianthi....... I want you to know that I don’t agree with any of the things Mammon said. And I hope that you don’t let his outburst taint your opinions of other demons...... or of me. I meant what I said earlier tonight, about wanting to get to know you more. I don’t want to push you, because I know that you have feelings for Mammon, but I do hope you’re still open to giving me a chance. And I think our encounter earlier this evening proved that I’m more than slightly attracted to you, just as you are.”

His last sentence comes out in a rushed whisper, and he’s blushing heavily.

“I wouldn’t let something like that change my opinion of you Diavolo,” I respond truthfully. “There are some feelings regarding Mammon that I need to sort through. I really don’t know how all those are going to shake out. I do like you, I enjoy our time together, and I think I made it obvious earlier that I’m attracted to you too. I meant what I said earlier about getting to know you. I’m open to see what could happen between us.”

He smiles and places a soft kiss on the inside of my wrist. “I’m a very patient demon. I’ll follow your lead. Whatever you want, no pressure at all.”

He pushes himself up from my bed. “I should be going. You need your rest.” He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Good night Arianthi.”

I reach up and stroke his cheek. “Diavolo?’

“Hmmm?”

“Stay with me tonight?” This might be a bad idea, but I really just want him close to me right now. Someone who’s open about how he feels me. Someone strong and handsome who can distract me from this fucked up night.

I just want some comfort. Some cuddles. There’s nothing wrong with that. Right?

He hesitates a moment, shock and pleasure warring across his face. “Are you sure?”

I bite my lip, hesitating a moment before holding my arms out to him. “Cuddle me?”

“Your wish is my command, birthday girl.” He grins at me, bending down to give a tight hug.

I stand up to feel more of him, nuzzling my head against his chest. “Thank you.”

He rests his chin on my head. “Anything for you,” he whispers.

We stand that way for a minute, swaying slightly. I feel safe in Diavolo’s arms, like nothing can ever hurt me.

A demon, the Prince of the Devildom no less, is the one who makes me feel safer than I ever have before. I internally roll my eyes and huff a small laugh against Diavolo’s chest.

“Diavolo?”

“Mmm?”

“This is really nice, but can we get into bed? I’m exhausted.” I playfully slump against him to prove my point.

He effortlessly holds me up and chuckles. “Yeah, we can do that. Let me send a message to Barbatos really quickly to let him know he’s free to go home.”

He reaches for his D.D.D. to tap out a quick message.

I pull away to shuck off my hoodie and sweats. I look up to find Diavolo staring at me, eyes wide. I look down at myself, wondering what the problem is.

Beel’s t-shirt is all the way down to my knees, I’m wearing underwear. I’m all covered up. What’s wrong? Panic starts all over again. He hates what he sees. This is a mistake. He knows he made a mistake.

“Everything ok?” I ask anxiously.

“Uh huh. Yep. All good here,” Diavolo says, swallowing nervously.

“Ok.” I smile at him, and slide between the sheets, sinking into my mattress. Diavolo moves to lay beside me, still fully clothed.

I look up at him, confused. “You’re not sleeping in your clothes are you?”

Diavolo’s ears turn red. “I was considering it.”

I stare at him. “Diavolo, we’re both adults here. You can sleep in your boxers. We’ll be ok. If anything happens beyond cuddles it will only be because we both want it. But neither one of us are going to sleep comfortably if you’re still wearing all your clothes.”

He lets out a nervous breath then grins down at me. “You’re right, you’re right.”

He peels off his jacket and shirt, and I stare as his hands move to his belt buckle and he pushes down his pants.

Holy. Fucking. Fuck. Temptation has entered the chat.

I thought Beel was a gorgeous specimen, but Diavolo surpasses even him. Every inch is heavily muscled, perfectly defined. Smooth skin that I want to run my hands over.

I want to climb this man like a tree and never come down. Bad Arianthi. Bad. Quench your thirst.

Diavolo slides under the sheets next to me and we roll onto our sides to face each other.

He reaches out to hold one of my hands. “I really am sorry your birthday ended on such a sour note.”

I squeeze his hand. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry you had to see all that. Besides, it’s not all bad. We’re here, getting to spend time together.”

He gives me a soft smile, and his hand moves up to gently stroke my arm. “That’s true.”

I tense in automatic response to his touch. He’s going to feel how fat my arms are. He’s going to hate what he feels.

Diavolo’s hand stills immediately. “Is this ok?”

I suck in a deep breath and nod, relaxing a little, waiting for the rational part of my brain to take over.

He’s seen my arms before. He already know what they look like. He wouldn’t be here, touching me, spending time with me, if he didn’t want to.

He resumes his gentle stroking, but remains silent. He seems to be considering what he wants to say.

I place a hand on his bare chest and he shivers under my touch. “Diavolo I can hear your wheels turning from here. What’s on your mind?”

He smirks at me. “I always forget how perceptive you are.” He pauses for a minute, choosing his words carefully. “I know that you have some issues with your body.”

I tense up again.

His hand moves away from my arm, stroking the curve of my waist down to my hip. Up and down. His soft touch gradually helps me relax.

“I’m not going to push you to talk about it now. But I hope someday you feel comfortable enough to talk to me about what you’re feeling. Until then I have no problem telling you how gorgeous I find you. How perfect your body is to me. I’ll tell you every day. Every hour. Every minute, if that’s what it takes.”

I lay my head on his chest trying to hide my tears. Happy tears this time. After a couple minutes I regain my composure and look back up at him. Warm golden eyes meet mine, and he smiles down at me.

I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back more tears and give him a small smile. “Thanks. You know, you’re going against every single demon stereotype right now.”

He pulls me to him, holding me tight. He chuckles, and it rumbles deep in his chest. “Maybe so. But as long as I’m making you happy that’s all that matters.”

He pulls back to stare down at me intently. “I just ask that when you do struggle with things like that you talk to me. I might not always be able to make things better, or even understand, but I want you to always be honest about your feelings with me.”

“I can do that. But only if you promise to do the same thing.” I press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I promise.” He moves to kiss my cheek in return, but I turn my head at the last minute, catching his lips with my own.

This kiss is soft, chaste, but he still gives a pleased gasp and tightens his grip on me.

He pulls away suddenly and looks down at me with concern. “I want to kiss you. Really kiss you.”

“Then kiss me.” I tilt my head up, ready for more.

Diavolo frowns and bites his lip. “You’ve had a rough night, and you’re upset. I don’t want to take things further, if you’re not......” He exhales sharply. “I don’t want to take advantage of you if you’re not in a good head space right now.”

Mind. Blown.

Once again, a demon is being more considerate than the majority of humans I’ve dated. He deserves to have the same consideration from me.

“I promise you Diavolo, you won’t be taking advantage of me. I want this. I want you. But if you don’t feel comfortable then I won’t push it and we’ll just cuddle and talk. Or you can leave if you don’t feel ok about that anymore. I won’t be mad. I want you to be comfortable too.”

“I am more than comfortable with this as long as you are.” Diavolo moves in to kiss me again but I press a finger to his lips, stopping him.

“I just want to make sure that I’m being totally transparent with you. I like you, and I do want you. I still want to keep getting to know you. But whatever happens between us tonight I can’t make you any promises that it will lead to anything permanent. If you don’t feel ok doing anything more physical than kissing without a being in a relationship, then I totally understand.” I hold my breath, waiting for his response.

He stays silent for a bit, mulling over what I’ve told him. “I appreciate your honesty. We’ve already decided that we want to keep learning about each other and spending more time together. Sex won’t change what I want, and I won’t ever push you for more than you’re comfortable with. Physically or emotionally.”

Whew. “Same page then?”

“Same page. Can I please kiss you now?”

I giggle and nod, and he surges forward, pressing his lips against mine. I sigh into the kiss, pleasure lighting up every nerve ending. Diavolo licks along my lower lip.

“Open your mouth,” he growls.

I instantly obey and brush my tongue against his. He pulls me tight against him, his tongue soft against mine, expertly teasing me, gentle and exploring. I wriggle against him, desperate for more contact. He grips my hips and rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him, his mouth never breaking contact with mine.

His hands tug at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I move up to my knees and pull it over my head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

“Fuck.”

Diavolo pulls me further up his body and turns his attention to my breasts. He draws one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and flicking it with his tongue. His hand moves up to cup my other breast, gently stroking and squeezing, before his large fingers start pinching and tugging my nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak. He cups me again, his large palm overstimulating my already sensitive breast.

I card my hands through his hair, tugging slightly and giving a small moan. Diavolo releases my nipple from his mouth with a small pop! and gives me a wicked grin. His hands stroke down my back and move to squeeze my ass. He mouths my neck, teeth nipping against the tender skin.

“Mmmmm. So quiet. Clearly I need to do better. I need you moaning my name. Telling me how good I make you feel. Don’t hold back beautiful. Let me hear you,” he murmurs.

He sucks hard on a particularly sensitive spot on my neck, then soothes it with a soft swipe of his tongue.

“Diavolo!” I shudder against him and he takes the opportunity to lavish more attention on my breasts, kissing and licking, making me squirm above him.

“Mmmm, that’s more like it.” His deep voice sends pleasant vibrations against my skin as he continues to use his mouth on me.

I pull back and look down at him. He’s flushed, breathing quickly, his eyes heavy lidded with desire. “My turn.”

I lightly kiss his lips, moving down his neck slowly. I press sensuous kisses to his chest, licking one of his nipples while I gently scrape the other with my fingernail.

“Yes,” he hisses between clenched teeth, arching beneath me.

I grin against his chest, slowly moving down his body. I scrape my teeth along his abs and give him a soft bite. One large hand moves down to softly tangle in my hair. I stop my kisses at the waistband of his boxers. His erection strains against the fabric, but I’m not going any further without his express permission.

I look up at him through my lashes and give a small tug on his boxers. “Are you ok with this?”

His hand tightens in my hair. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

“Perfect.”

I give his stomach one last kiss and palm him through thin fabric. His hips arch up and he ruts against my hand, the front of his boxers already wet with pre-cum.

I pull his boxers down, slowly freeing his erection. He lifts his hips, speeding the process along. I quickly toss away his discarded boxers, and reach out to stroke him.

He’s huge.

I suddenly have doubts about how he’s going to fit in my.......well anything really. Then Diavolo moans my name and everything else disappears.

I continue to stroke him, relishing the velvet feel of his skin against my hand. I lower my head to give him kitten licks, slowly swiping my tongue against the head of his cock and his slit, lapping up his pre-cum.

“Fuck.” Diavolo fists his hands into my hair. “More. Please.”

It’s a heady feeling, having the prince of the Devildom beneath me and begging for my mouth. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and begin sucking, continuing to stroke his shaft, my hand moving in rhythm with my mouth.

Diavolo tries to keep his hips still, but he can’t help thrusting up into my mouth, greedy for more contact. I gag, my eyes tearing up, but I continue on, his pleasure the only thing on my mind. I eventually remove my hand, my mouth bobbing up and down on his cock. It’s a messy, sloppy blow job, but from his groans of pleasure I don’t think he minds.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Diavolo breathes, those words somewhere between a plea and a prayer.

I reach between his legs to cup his balls, my mouth still wrapped around his thick cock. His hips buck, his back arching off the bed, and I can feel the muscles in his thighs tighten. He tugs on my hair, pulling me off of him, and I release his cock reluctantly.

“Something wrong?” I ask with a grin, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to cum.” Diavolo’s chest is heaving and he grips my wrists tightly.

I arch an eyebrow at him. “And that’s bad because.......?”

He growls and yanks me up his body. “Because I need to taste you. Now. And when I cum I’m going to cum inside you. I want to see your face when I mark you as mine for the first time.”

He keeps pulling me up until my thighs are resting on either side of his head. He presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “Hold on to the headboard.”

“Wha-? Oh god!” I lose my train of thought as Diavolo gives a sharp bite to the inside of my thigh. He turns his head and brushes kisses along the other.

He brings a finger up and slowly circles my clit.

“So pretty,” he mumbles. “And so wet. Just for me.”

He lazily swipes his finger through my folds, up and down, before returning to press on my clit.

I grip the headboard, panting. “Diavolo..... no teasing.”

He presses one finger into me, stretching me. He strokes slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.

I whimper and attempt to move my hips. One large hand grabs my thigh, holding me still. Diavolo adds a second finger, stroking in and out, working me into a frenzy.

My grip on the headboard tightens. “Your mouth, use your mouth. Please,” I beg.

Diavolo continues his maddeningly slow pace, pressing his thumb against my clit for further stimulation.

“I can’t hear you princess. Be a little louder for me. Use your words.” He blows a breath of cool air against my heated core and I shiver, tightening around his fingers.

“Diavolo please! I need your mouth on me. Please!” I’m no longer worried about keeping quiet. The whole House of Lamentation could hear me for all I care. My one need is to feel Diavolo’s mouth on my pussy. NOW.

He laughs and gives my thigh one last kiss. “Good girl.” He slowly and deliberately swipes his tongue against my clit.

“Fuck!”

He removes his fingers and presses an open mouth kiss against me, his tongue stroking through my folds. “You taste even better than I imagined you would.

My hips buck. “More,” I mewl helplessly.

Diavolo’s hands grab my hips roughly and he plunges his tongue inside me. I scream, overwhelmed by the sensation. He keeps a firm grip on me, never allowing me to move away. He begins using his hands to guide my hips in an up and down rhythm, his tongue thrusting in and out.

He’s making me fuck his face.

Everything begins to fade around me. Nothing matters but the sensation of Diavolo’s tongue between my thighs.

“Diavolo..........Diavolo I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum.” I’m a whimpering mess, unable to do anything but hold tight to the headboard and let pleasure sweep me away.

He removes his mouth from me long enough to say, “Then cum for me Arianthi. I need you on my tongue.”

His presses a finger against my clit, circling it roughly while he resumes fucking me with his tongue. Tension gathers in my core, tighter and tighter until it finally snaps.

“Diavolo!” I scream, shuddering against him. My vision flashes white as my orgasm takes over. He continues to stroke and lick me through my release, lapping up everything I give him.

I’m trembling when he eases me off of him and lays me back on the mattress. He rolls over on top of me, grinning and looking pleased with himself.

He brings his mouth to mine and gives me a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I moan into the kiss, greedy for more of whatever he wants to give me.

“Good?” he whispers against my lips.

“Try amazing,” I whisper back, lacing my hands behind his neck and bringing him down for another kiss.

He breaks the kiss and laughs, moving to settle his hips between my thighs. He reaches between us to stroke his cock a few times, using the head to tease my already overstimulated clit.

He looks up and meets my eyes. “Is this ok? Do you still want this?”

I nod and tilt my hips up to meet his. “I want this.”

He slowly pushes the head of his cock into my pussy. I tense slightly and he stops.

He’s so big. How is he this big? Are all demons this big? Goddamn Diavolo you could split a girl in half.

Diavolo presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Relax baby. I won’t hurt you. I’ll be so gentle with you.”

My body melts into his, soothed by his sweet words. He continues pressing into me, inch by excruciatingly pleasurable inch.

“You’re so beautiful Arianthi. And so wet for me. Such a tight fit baby. Like you were made just for me. Fuuuuuuuuck...... I love the way you feel.” Diavolo murmurs against my neck, kissing and nuzzling me between endearments.

He lets out a beautifully obscene moan once he’s fully sheathed, and gives me time to adjust to his size. I’m panting, already overwhelmed by the feel of him.

“Are you ok if I move?”

“Fuck yes,” I whisper, rocking my hips against his.

He pulls out, only to thrust back in slowly, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he can. I throw my head back against my pillows and close my eyes, reveling in sensations. His cock inside me, his lips on my neck, the feel of his hair between my fingers, the weight of his body pressing me down into the mattress.

Diavolo continues to slowly thrust, building our mutual ecstasy. I feel his mouth against my ear.

“Look at me,” he orders, nipping at my earlobe.

I gasp and focus my eyes on his face.

“I want your eyes on me princess.” He snaps his hips against mine, increasing his pace. “I want you looking at me when you cum, knowing it’s me that made you feel this way. I don’t want you thinking about Mammon. I want all your attention on me and how good I make you feel.”

“Yes,” I whimper, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“What’s that baby?” Diavolo thrusts into me hard, leaving me gasping for breath.

“Only you Diavolo. Only you,” I cry out.

He gives me a feral grin. “Good girl.”

He deepens his thrusts, grinding against me every time our hips meet. He holds himself up on one forearm, bringing his other hand between us, fingers sliding down my stomach to rub against my clit.

I scream his name, fingertips digging into his shoulders. I’m coming undone, quickly. Diavolo feels me tensing beneath him and kisses me, tongue entering my mouth and mimicking the movements of his cock.

I break away, gasping for air. “Diavolo I’m going to -”

“Me too.” He’s breathless, chasing his own orgasm. He rests his forehead against mine. “Please look at me. I need to see you.”

I open my eyes and he looks down at me, eyes glazed with lust. His hips stutter and his thrusts become sloppy. He pushes into me one last time, and I feel the warmth of his release as he cums, moaning my name. The sensation of his cock twitching inside me sends me over the edge, and I bury my face into his neck as my pussy clenches around his cock.

We’re both breathing hard when I pull back to look at him, and he leans down to repeatedly press soft kisses to my lips. He stays inside me as we kiss and hold each other for a few minutes, reluctant to separate.

“Are you ok?” Diavolo whispers, nose nuzzling my cheek.

“That was ........ I can’t....wow....you’re amazing,” I answer, giggling as his nose tickles me. “Are you ok?”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this happy.” He smiles down at me, giving me one last kiss before he pulls out and stretches out beside me. He curls into the position of big spoon and pulls me tight against his chest, one arm wrapping around me protectively.

He kisses the back of my neck, and pulls the blankets over us. “I think we’ve earned a little rest.”

I nestle back into the warmth of his chest and relax, listening as Diavolo’s breathing becomes slow and even. I close my eyes, settling into the comfort of his body against mine when a sudden noise makes my eyes fly open.

I scan my bedroom before my gaze settles on my door, cracked open, light from the hallway spilling into my room. My eyes fly up and land on the pale face staring at me from the doorway.

Oh, fuck.

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Mammon wanders the hallways of the House of Lamentation, miserable over the way things had happened at Arianthi’s party. He can’t sleep, sick to his stomach that he had let his jealousy and pride hurt the person that he cared about the most.

I gotta find a way to make this up to her, to show her I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. It was so stupid. All I need is a chance to apologize and I’ll promise to never do it again. I just need to get her to listen to me for five minutes so I can give her the birthday present I got her and tell her how I really feel.

A cry catches his attention and he follows the sound to investigate. He ends up in front of Arianthi’s door. It’s barely cracked open and he can hear whimpers coming from inside her room. Worried that she may be sick again he softly pushes the door open a little wider. What he sees makes vomit rise in his throat and tears spill down his cheeks.

Diavolo is on top of Arianthi, thrusting his cock into her slowly and whispering things Mammon can’t hear. What he can hear is Arianthi moaning in pleasure as she writhes beneath Diavolo, bucking her hips up to meet his every thrust. He watches in horror as they cry out in pleasure together, then gently kiss and whisper to each other as they come down from their shared high.

What did I do? Did I fuck up this badly? Or has this been going on right under my nose the whole time? No, no, Arianthi’s not like that. I did this. I pushed her away every time she started to get close. This happened because I fucked up. I didn’t treat her right, I didn’t let her know I cared. This is on me.

Mammon roughly wipes the tears from his cheeks as he watches Diavolo wrap himself around Arianthi and they settle in to sleep. He can hear Arianthi’s sigh of contentment as she cuddles back into Diavolo.

He stares at them a moment longer, something deep and ugly taking root in his chest. Rage, jealousy, pain, love, and regret war inside him, each begging to be released.

That should be me. She’s MY human. MY girl. I’m her FIRST man. That should be ME.

Mammon’s breath catches as Arianthi’s eyes snap open and focus on him. He looks at the person he loves above all others, tears falling openly down his face, as she gazes back at him in shock from the comfort of another demon’s arms.

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Name: Alison O’Brien

Writing Blog URL(s): @httpangelicjimin

What fandom(s) do you write for?: BTS, although I wouldn’t mind writing for other groups. Often, I have other idols that make cameos in my stories.

Age: 21

Nationality: Portuguese + French

Languages: Portuguese + French + English + Spanish

Star Sign: Leo

MBTI: ENFJ

Favorite color: pastel blue

Favorite food: pizza no doubt

Favorite movie: I’m gonna have to be a sucker and say monster’s inc. bc who doesn’t love Pixar

Favorite ice cream flavor: I’d say coffee, tho I love a good ol’ chocolate ice cream

Favorite animal: wolf, it’s my spirit animal

Coffee or tea? What are you ordering?: Coffee, for sure. Iced coffee or mocha

Dream job (whether you have a job or not): Ever since I was little I always wanted to be a singer but I guess I’m too shy for that ahah so I’d either say writing or advertising.

Go-to karaoke song: Break My Heart by Dua Lipa

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose?: The ability to change shape at will.

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose?: The Victorian Era sounds brilliant to me. I would be a sucker for the dresses. Although, I also would’ve loved to be able to live in the ’20s. Great Gatsby made me dream countless times of all the amazing parties, with jazz playing in the background. The fashion was impeccable, and of course, to be alive at the same time as F. Scott Fitzgerald. I could even run into him at one of those glamorous parties.

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you?: I don’t think I would. Life has taught me some valuable lessons along the way but I was happy. Even when surrounded by those who didn’t have the best intentions in mind. If I had known all that I know now, I wouldn’t have lived as freely and carelessly as I did. I cherish those memories, even if they weren’t the best for me.

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken?: Alright so… that’s a weird one. And what makes it weirder is that people have made that same question with me; it was either one horse-sized me, or 100 me-sized horses. Huh… I do have some background with chickens chasing after me, so I’d go with the 100 chicken-sized horses.

If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been?: I would 100% be the sucker that falls for the bad boy… ah… how I miss the high school bad boys.

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures?: I don’t. Although I have no problem getting lost in those amazing universes where such creatures exist.

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know?: I absolutely love mango-flavored things but I cannot eat mango. Just the texture of the fruit…. Yuck.

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why?: I write everything. So far, in the 2 years, I’ve been writing, I have experienced a little bit of everything. I think writing all those genres are important to complement the story.

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc?: I never wrote anything that was mxm but I am ok with that. Besides, I have two stories out with an OC and the others are mostly with female readers, mostly because I write thinking about me with a member or one of my friends.

Why did you decide to write for Tumblr?: I was already using Tumblr to read other people’s work. When the thought of starting my own writing blog came to mind, it seemed the most logical option to use. I have only recently learned about AO3 so… yeah, Tumblr seemed the most “at reach” app.

When did you post your first piece?: The first thing I wrote was called Wonder and was posted on a private blog. I started writing it a couple of days after Euphoria by Jungkook BTS came out.

What inspires you to write?: Everyday situations are always a good base for me. I like to write moments that I have gone through. Besides that, I find inspiration on movies and tv shows and some Pinterest albums. Sometimes it’s just a random thought that comes to mind ehe

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most?: I’d say college/high school aus. I did a collab with another writer from a college au and it was a lot of fun. Additionally, I have some wips I am meaning to work on and will soon be presented on my blog!

What do you hope your readers take away from your work?: I think that I wanted them to feel okay. Life can get pretty hard and reading, for me, has always been like a getaway. So, whenever I write, I hope that I can distract my readers from whatever is happening in the real world.

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively?: Whenever I’m struggling in life, it’s almost as if I lose my ability to write. I get really stressed, especially when I set deadlines. I try my hardest to push through. I believe that writing, even if it’s not to our liking, is better than doing nothing. I try to read more, to sleep better, and to seek inspiration.

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful?: I don’t think I have a “most successful” work. I am pretty recent to Tumblr and am still growing bit by bit. As for my favorite, I’d probably say Dr. Love. It started out as a fun Valentine’s Day fanfic and I have some good stuff outlined.

Who is your favorite person to write about?: As I said, I love to find inspiration in my friends. Getting the feedback and how much they enjoyed reading what I wrote really is a heartwarming feeling.

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose?: I don’t think they are so different. Because when writing fanfiction, you’re not obliged to go 100% with the idol’s personality you’re writing. You have the freedom to marvel around in the worlds you create and make them do whatever you feel like would work best. So sometimes, it can be just like creating a whole new character from scratch.

What do you think makes a good story?: There’s a lot of things that are needed to make a good story. I mostly value the storyline. I don’t like it when things are rushed and prefer to read something others may find unnecessary but get more context. I love the small little details about characters that make me relate and emphasize with them. Also, a plot twist. I love to read stories that completely blow my mind and catch me off guard. Creativity is everything.

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story?: Why not? I don’t have a problem with giving different names to my characters as long as the story stays the same.

What is your writing process like?: I prefer to write at night. But, as I said before, sometimes there’s just an urge to write and I have to grab my laptop, or even the pull out the notes on my phone and type out some words for the story I’m currently working on. I try to create a coherent storyline as well. Plus, I have an amazing beta reader that always helps me with the plot and hears my ideas and complements them.

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand?: I love the typical “good girl falls for bad guy” trope. I don’t care if it’s cliché, I just love it. Although, I hate those where the girl is portraited as weak and as if she would ever be completely happy and fulfilled if the guy is by her side; as if she’s helpless without him. Girl power you know? Aha

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you?: It means A LOT. I think there’s no better feeling than receiving a piece of feedback, despite how small it might be. There’s always room for improvement and just the simple fact to know that someone took the time to read my work and found it interesting enough to send me their thoughts, I really cherish it.

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)?: I believe that my growth for the past months I’ve been on Tumblr could be due to how active I am. I always try to engage with the people I follow and even when I’m not posting my works, I try to be around. I have big dreams for my blog and hope to one day have a large audience to read my stories, but for now, I am happy with the ones by my side already.

Do you think fanfic writers get unfairly judged?: Yes. A lot of people think that fanfic writers are mostly horny/crazy teens that are obsessed with some famous wannabe that couldn’t even care less for their existence. I think that’s one of the biggest issues with how society sees us. But I consider those to be amongst older people (perhaps 40+yo).

Do you think art can be a medium for change?: Of course. Art is one of the most personal ways of showing emotions, I believe. Being brave enough to show with the world your creations takes courage and I admire those who do it proudly. Art can be interpreted in so many ways; it overcomes all the barriers that there might be.

Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself?: The feeling can get to me sometimes but I immediately shut that down. There was a time when I was forcing myself to write things I didn’t appreciate or that didn’t follow my storyline just to make others happy and I had to give up on those projects quickly because it was driving me insane. I strongly believe that if we don’t write what we are passionate about, it will either come out sloppy or we will hate it. Writing what we like, even if some might consider it bad, is what we should do.

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times?: I don’t think so. Although, I don’t receive as much feedback as I’d like to, so I’m not certain.

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr?: Only my boyfriend does and he’s totally cool with it ehe

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers?: A big big thank you! I am so happy to have you here and I hope you can take some time to read over my works ehe I am always open to talk if anyone needs~

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there?: Just do it!!! I know there are so many great writers out there and you might feel like you would bring nothing to the game but that’s not true. You don’t need to be scared ok? It will be alright. Just give it a chance. There was a time where I was scared too and now I have made so many great friends and meet so many great people through my writing. You can make it too!

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr?: No.

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey?: Yess!! I have made so many friends thanks to Tumblr! I mostly have to thank the amazing people of @bangtan-headquarters for accepting me into their network and making me part of their discord server. I’m not going to be @/ing everyone but I know I have made friends whom I will forever keep in my heart uwu

Pick a quote to end your interview with: “Life has no limitations, except the ones you make.” - Les Brown

#httpangelicjimin #episode 27 #thesunnyshow #featured author #bts #bangtan

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midnightcalibration · 5 years ago

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Merry Bobunk Christmas!

What: Short Fanfiction

Fandom: Avengers

Characters: Read the tags for the list.

Why: ‘Cos me and a friend of mine came up with the idea of giving a Christmas role to each avenger, and I decided to write this.

Words: Almost 1800 according to my text editor.

Quality: Probably with a lot of typos and awful grammar.

Stupidity level: High (I hope).

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Tony is coming back to his workshop to continue one of his most important projects of the year. He hadn't slept since whenever the last time was, but who needs sleep when you've got coffee? He pities those who can't drink the miraculous brew.

As he enters the room the first thing he notices is DUM-E fighting against the cables of some Christmas lights. The lights are winning... Oh! Now U is trying to help his brother, that's nice. Aaaand now he's stuck too. Tony can't believe he won a prize for one of those things.

"Dum-E, U, stop destroying my delicate work, if you please."

Sparks jump out of the lights.

"You know those lights are supposed to last, not turn into fireworks. Sto- Ah- great! The workshop is on fire. Congratulations! Now it would be a good time to use your skills with the fire extinguisher, Dum-E," Tony says as he grabs said object himself, "Though I'm not sure you would still point it at me, instead of the fire..."

After putting the fire out and helping his not so intelligent bots, he gets back to work. He is just a little bit tired, but he has to finish it in time.

Last years had been chaotic. He never had time to properly put on a good Christmas decoration show for everybody. It's not like he is a traditionalist, or even believes in Christmas. For him, it is a time where people start to compete to see who has the best circus in town. And he, as the Stark he is, cannot just let it pass. He is the greatest showman there is. Sorry, Hugh Jackman, not sorry.

Has he hears the "bing" of the elevator sound he looks in its direction and sees the best two presents he is lucky to have in his life. Pepper is holding Morgan's hand while the little pea giggles as she skips and pulls her mother with her. Only when they got closer he notices something is odd. They are wearing costumes.

"What do we have here?" Tony asks. "An elf munchkin coming straight from Santa's workshop? And she's bringing with her a..." what is Pep supposed to be? "Gingerbread woman? Seriously?" He snorts. "Is it because of your hair?"

"Well, this Santa's little helper here thought you might need a sweet cookie to help you work," Pepper replies.

"Ok," he snorts again, "that sounds like something you would never say."

"Well, I didn't say it, Miss M. did."

Another "bing" echoes in the air and Peter comes out rushing and talking non-stop, "Oh, So sorry I am late Mr. Stark, I had to help like half of the people I saw when coming here as well as save like seven cats from trees and woah I even found a goat on one, Did you know goats climb trees? It's amazing, I mean I knew that already but I never thought I would see one in New York, And-"

"Calm down, Speedy Gonzalez! Have you ever heard about punctuation? And, I don't know, breathing?" Tony sasses before noticing Peter is also wearing an elf costume. "Did you go around saving old ladies from crosswalks in that?"

"Oh this?" Peter looks at himself, "I wasn't sure what to dress as but then Morgan told me she needed an elf brother and I was happy to be hers!"

Okay. That makes sense, Tony guesses.

"Has the party already started?"

Tony jerks his head and sees Rhodey, in a ridiculous candy cane suit. Like, seriously, what is going on? Why is platypus wearing that colorful, er-, thing, where only his face is visible?

"What's up, honey bear? Did you get abducted by aliens, where they did all these terrible things to you, and now you have a nineteen year old college student clown soul trapped in your body? Come on, Rho-rho, you can do it! You can win the fight for the right of control. Now really, what party?"

"Ha-ha. Very funny, Tones," Rhodey says with a fake laugh. "I hope you haven't forgot that today is Bobunk day."

The fu-?

"Bobunk is my favorite!" Morgan almost squeals. "It's what makes Christmas magical."

"It sure is, honey," Pepper agrees and Peter nods. OK, maybe he drank too much coffee. Or not enough!

He turns to his desk to get his mug so he can wash down the brown liquid. It is then he notices two big present boxes near the wall, that were not there before.

"Who the hell put that there?"

"Boss, you should mind your language! Morgan has ears." FRIDAY spoke.

"Sorry honey bee," Tony says trying to ignore that the sentence "has ears" was a bit odd, in the context. Like, it is true, but perhaps not the best way to put it. Maybe he needs to check FRIDAYS NL program, and see if she's not trying to learn her vocabulary from websites where people forget the difference between "they're", "their" and "there". Anyway, the presents! What are they doing there?

As he approaches the packages, they "explode" with a loud pop revealing Nat and Clint smiling from ear to ear, with present bows in their heads, dressed in wrapping paper, and shouting "SURPRISE! MERRY BOBUNK CHRISTMAS!!!"

Okay, now he is sure they are trying to troll him. He gets it, he deserves it for all the times he did the same. It was never at this level of crazy, though. He would keep it to wit and sarcasm.

*knock, knock, knock*

The sound came from the balcony glass doors. It is dark outside and Tony can't see anyone. And who would enter through the balcony? Except for him, of course? He purposefully ignored it.

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*

He looks again. Nothing. He resists the urge to ignore it again, but then whoever is outside is probably freezing. And they are just pranking him in a weird way, they don't deserve to turn into ice cubes, right?

When he opens the door, he sees a snowman. Dressed. As. Captain. America.

"Ahah, joke is on you! This is more of a jab to Capsicle, not me."

"What are you talking about, Tony?" The voice sounds so much like Steve's. Where the- "Holy shit!"

"Language!"

The effing snowman is speaking. IT. IS. SPEAKING! Like, it is not Rogers dressed as a snowman. It is a effing snowman, like a real one.

"How are you doing it?" Tony is still perplexed. And not even sure he can believe Olaf here actually had enough humor in him to be passing as a snowman.

"Doing what, Tony?" the freaking snowman actually frowned.

"Make it so realistic?"

"Tony, do you always need to be so rude?"

"Wha-" *CLASH*

Tony rushes inside to see what has been broken. He hopes it wasn't anything related with his Christmas project.

He stops. Thor is there, blinking. Not with his eyes, no. He is lighting on and off in several spots. You know.... like Christmas lights!!! And he is fighting is bots!

"I challengeth thee to fight me with honor, arms of metall. Thee shalt learn the warth of the mightie lightning!"

"Pepper! Pepper Ann!" Tony calls.

"What is it, Tony?"

"What is happening? Please tell me you are seeing how weird this is. I'm not going crazy, right? I don't do crazy."

"What are you talking about?" she smiles, "You are always crazy. Come! Let's see the nativity scene."

"We don't have a nativity scene, Pepsy Pep."

Pepper chuckles as she points to two new figures. Yep! He gives up. Yep, yep. For the good of his sanity, he's going to pretend everything is normal.

Wanda is dressed as Virgin Mary, and is hugging(?) Vision who seems to be wrapped in a big blanket, and very naked under it.

"Hey there, Mary, baby Jesus." Tony acknowledges. "Where is Joseph?"

Vision replied with baby cries. Totally normal.

"I'm a single mother."

"Oh yes, of course you are. Sorry for the assumption."

"I am Groot!"

"You're right, you a-" Did the tree just talked?

"Meow!" T'Challa says, his cat tail wagging as he "paws" at panicking Bucky and Scott, who are hanging from the tree - which has grown, just a note - like Christmas tree decorations. From above, Sam and Hope are laughing. They have wings so they can fly away from the sharp claws of the King of Wakanda.

Of course this is normal. He just probably traveled to an alternate universe. He just needs to know how to go back to his sane plane of reality.

The tree is gigantic, now. It's breaking the glass doors and cracking the walls. It is threatening to destroy the whole tower. This can't be. No matter how everyone is ignoring what is happening, this is dangerous and he can't let anyone get hurt. Specially Pepper and Morgan.

He makes a gesture to call his suit, and flies outside to assess the damage. Curiously enough, nothing seems to be in danger.

"Boss!"

"Yes FRIDAY?"

"We have an UFO incoming, and fast."

"Say what now?"

He looks and sees something is coming his way. His GUI zooms on the object.

"This is normal, this is normal, this is normal."

"SANTA SMAAAAAASH!" Green Hulk Santa yells, as he flies through Tony in a sled pushed by a black reindeer with a helmet that looked the exact same as Loki's.

They smash into the tower, because why wouldn't they, right? The 'K' of the STARK lettering of the tower falls.

Then he sees it! It all makes sense, now! This is Bobunk Christmas in its perfection! This is his destiny.

Letting himself accept the Christmas spirit burning inside him, he flies to the top of the tower, that now was more tree than anything else, opens his arms and legs and turns on the repulsors, casting a magnificent light, turning into a blinding shining star.

He feels magnificent!

Everyone on the street below start to cheer and applauding the exhibition. He did it! He got the best Christmas decoration of the world!

"Stark!" Everyone shouts.

"Stark!"

"Please! This is not about me," he says.

"STARK, WAKE UP!"

Tony jerks as he wakes up.

Fury is towering over him with a disapproving frown. Everything is back to normal, since it had all been a dream.

"Stark, why are you looking at me like that?" Fury asks, with actual confusion painted in his face.

"I makes total sense!"

"What does?"

"You!"

"Me?"

"You are my Bobunk Christmas Grinch!"

THE END!

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nobody2212 · 5 years ago

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Original Character A.N.O x Elliot Alderson

chapter [I] A strange encounter

Loud buzzing was ringing in my ears as I suddenly opened my eyes. I got up from the bed, still feeling shaken by the nightmare I just had. 'Shit, it's Monday' I think, staring at the little black alarm clock on my nightstand. It read 7 AM in bold green characters. I ruffle my hair with my right hand. My body was pleading for some more rest but I knew I couldn't afford to waste more time. I simply took my phone to check for new messages I might've received last night. I notice 2 messages from Tyrell wellick, Annoyance clear on my face as I read the text about how if he made me his personal manager, my payment would get boosted aka bullshit. I just responded with a 'no thank you' at his 'generous' offer. Plus, I don't want my cousin's wife to think something dirty is going on.

Yes, you heard me, I'm the cousin of this dipshit. You would assume that I'm the same as him since we're related and all, but guess what, I actually deny and don't go straight up killing like him. I've worked at E-Corp for like what? 3 months now? And everyone sees me as an enemy, well more like the fans and the F-society clan. Most people don't even know what F-society means, That name's true meaning is 'fuck society' in my opinion. My inner monolog was abruptly stopped as the realization struck me,

'who am I even talking to?'

I shook my head and check the time, now it was 7:15 AM, 'wow I spent 15 minutes staring at the wall' I get up and stretch before deciding to take a bath. While preparing the tub, of course, I put a bath bomb in there. I usually like to entertain myself with those. I put my headphones on and I let the warm water and music relax my aching muscles. I lay there for 30 minutes. After I got myself out I then dry my hair and body. I jump into my suit and put my hair in a nice bun. I go to get my glasses with screen protection because I want to actually see when I'm old. I laugh at my little joke then give food to my bunny, Scott, and leave some water for him before I leave for work, feeling both bored and sick of this hell of a day named 'Monday'.

I pass both men and women, all somehow looking scared yet confident, I see teenagers with masks on their faces as they run past me, one of them colliding shoulders with me, making me lose my balance a little. As I regain my balance I hear the kiddos screaming "F-SOCIETY BITCH!" from behind me. I smirked, seeing how these revolutionary people who created 'F-Society' Just gave these rebels the reason to burst out like bombs. I chuckle, unimpressed by this world. I enter the subway and immediately notice an overdressed dark figure sitting down, waiting for their ride. I tried not to seem too obvious, my introvert self got curious but I just brushed it off, losing my interest as soon as it came. I sit across them, opening my termux and tried to connect with this person's phone.

yeah yeah, I can already hear you say: 'what the hell? you work at e-corp but you're a hacker, but you are not in F-Society?' well let me let you on a little secret, whoever made this, they never wanted that to end like this, they had a good and reasonable cause for it. Maybe people from the company? maybe the corruption and the nasty things women have to do to be someone?

Yeah, sorry but no, I'm not into that shit. I always had the urge to meet them, though. This site they used to make posts, it was so well encrypted, it made my heart skip a beat at how good they were. You may be asking why I said what I said about them. That's just how I feel about it, no one can do this shit ALONE

My attention got caught by the dark dressed guy. He was staring at me deeply, he must have noticed the black text, I quickly turned off my phone and just got up. Luckily, my train was there so I had a good excuse to leave. To my surprise, they also got up and started to follow me. I felt my body tense but I quickly recovered and tried to act as nothing happened. He probably knows I'm onto him. but I'm relaxed because I know I'm going to work and they cannot pass the guard. But this is most likely a common ride and I'm worrying too much, haha. I smile to myself when I notice they were looking at me again. The train stops and I get off, this being the station I was supposed to be at. Then I just leave, still feeling their eyes on my leave form. I give them a smirk over my shoulder.

'well, that was interesting' I laugh to myself as I walk out of the subway to my building (e-corp). It only takes a short while for me to get to my office. I put my purse down before I start the computer, ready to

start this somehow not so bad on monday.....

TIME SKIP TO 4 PM

wow, I'm very surprised Tyrell didn't visit me at all, he must have been REALLY busy today' i think as I get my stuff and put the papers that need to be finished in my purse. I say goodbye to everyone before I start walking to Ron's coffee shop. I heard what happened to the owner. Very unfortunate for him. I get my coffee and waste no time to walk out. I get to the old' sweet subway quite fast. While I wait for the train to arrive I can't help but notice someone with a black hoodie sitting next to me. I ignore the fact that our shoulders were almost touching. After a few moments, I hear a deep male voice say:

"you tried to hack me...why?"

His voice seemed lifeless and cold and that made a shiver run up my spine. "Well you caught my attention with your way of dressing, You looked like you were hiding something, but I didn't seem to get anything out of Termux" I answered, trying not to sound as interested in the topic as I actually was "So did you follow me back there or was it just pure coincidence?" he was silent for 5 seconds then spoke "Well e-corp and Allsafe are pretty close" I turn my head to look at him, only to catch his beautiful eyes already staring at me. "I thought the boss of Allsafe died and that the company died with him," I say a bit thrown off by his eyes

"one of my colleagues discovered that the company has a very nice compromise with e-corp," he said then got up, I followed suit after I noticed our train was here. I entered a different door, only to stare at him from across the corner of the cabin we were in. I huffed under my breath then averted my gaze from him to text my friend, Ollie, who has been single for a while now, not that I'm interested or anything. Ew, no. I just wanted to note that, who knows maybe I'll need it for later. I decided not to tell him about this guy and just get this man out of my head.

I go back to my hacking for a while before I notice someone in here had a stolen phone in their possession. I shortly made a report about it to the police. 15 minutes pass before the train stops and I walk out. In no time I'm back to my apartment's building. I turn on my phone to check the time, the screen read 6 PM. Jesus, I must've talked to that guy a lot. I chuckle as I enter the building then shortly after, my small-sized apartment. Seeing Scott jump and make cute rabbit sounds made me smile. I picked him up, giving him a few pets. After I set him down in his cage I changed my clothes. now more comfortable, I plopped down in my bed with my laptop.

I soon notice my Kali is open, but those were not my commands. I quickly cancel every process it had, then quickly backfire the other hacker's camera. I smirk, seeing that it was the guy from the subway again "What? Already got obsessed with me?" I chuckle, knowing I won't get an answer, "Next time you underestimate me, use the //blockcamera_01." I shut down the laptop, knowing its clean from any social media. After I set it on my nightstand I decide to go to sleep but first I made sure to delete every message and log out from every account on my phone.

That night I fell asleep with a cocky smile resting on my face

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abunchofbadchoices · 6 years ago

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Michael's Song

HSS Michael x MC (Jordan) in Midnight Sun AU

*Disclaimer: Most of the lines and scenes I got from the movie the Midnight Sun and all rights belongs to the creators and writers, as well as the characters from PB. This is merely a converted fan fiction*

Part One | Part Two

Part Three

He found himself walking to the direction of the station, his neck craning in curiosity as the girl's voice starts getting louder for him. His feet seems to have their own mind and before he knew it, he is weaving through the crowd of passengers till they cleared.

There he goes, standing a few feet away from the girl, who has been singing her heart out with her eyes closed, voice soft yet deep emotions resounding from every words that comes out of her lips. Even the gentle glint of the flourescents from her blonde hair seems to add something to the song.

"I know if I reach too far,

I may not ever recover.

But I know the stars,

Ain't all I'm meant to discover

So I'll keep rea--"

The girl's eyes open and sees him standing there, the lyrics cut off suddenly and her bright green eyes now wide and utterly surprised.

"Hey." Michael let out a sheepish smile.

Panic spreads all over her beautiful features, her mouth gapes, and her breathing seemed to have getting problems. "Uh..." The girl looks like she suddenly had the urge to throw up. Then she stands, scrambling to pick up her guitar case and fumbled to put the instrument inside.

The case fell from her grasp and the coins spilled on the pavement, along with a pack of... M&M's?

"Whoaa!" He rushed to her side, confused. He wasn't even drunk, does he look messed up? They face each other nervously. "I didn't mean to freak you out." He holds out the pack of M&M's to the girl. "Here."

She grabs it in haste then holds it to her chest protectively. The girl lets out a breath and made a face. "Me? I'm not freaked out. Don't worry about it."

With that, she crouches to frantically try and fix her stuffs again.

Michael reached to give her a hand. "Here, I'll help you--"

"I'm not a freak."

"Why are you packing up?" He asks. "Where are you going?"

"Um, home." She answered briefly. "I gotta go home."

"Home?" Michael knits his eyebrows. "Wait, you live here? And wait, you didn't go to Oliver Berry High." He would have recognized her... Maybe Hearst?

"No." She shakes her head firmly. "It's a very different school. And, um-- you know-- I graduated today and my dad's a super big worrier-- So, I really gotta..." Finally, the girl managed to fix the case and stands, almost dropping it again if Michael hadn't seen it coming and catches it, their hands touched. "OhmyGod!"

Michael couldn't help but chuckle, their close proximity made him stop though. "Um..."

"I have to go." She pulled away quickly, as if the touch electricuted her.

"Wait! Wait! What-- I'm sorry!" He goes after her. "Why are you... What's the rush? What..."

"Um, I have to get home to my hamster." She says, face red.

"Your hamster?" Michael smirks.

"Yeah...it died."

He narrows his eyes at her, not buying any of it. Michael knows what bull crap is when he hears it, but he decided to at least play along. "So, you're not in a rush then, right?"

"No, no, I am!" The girl shakes her head quickly. "I have to plan the... funeral. For my, um, dead hamster that died. Yeah, it's super dead."

Michael nods slowly. He had been fighting the urge to burst out laughing but managed to maintain a straight face.

The weird girl took that as her cue and she darts to the opposite direction, clutching her guitar for dear life then disappeared.

"Wait! Wait--WAIT!" He yelled. "I didn't even get your name!"

Michael huffs in annoyance, not to her, but more to himself. He used to be so smooth at this kind of thing. Sometimes, he doesn't even need to speak to get a girl's number. Now he found a cute weird one and she dashed off as if she couldn't wait to get the hell away from him.

He turns around, finding the station quiet without the sound of her voice. On a bench where he found her sitting minutes ago was a thin hardbound notebook. Michael picks it up, studying it closely. The corner of his lips lifted once more, somehow, he has this reason to find her again.

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At Cedar Cove Medical Center.

"You haven't noticed any changes in her? Motor functions still seem strong?" Dr. Maddox questions one after the other.

"Yeah." Scott responds instantly, his index finger tapping agitatedly on his pants as he sits on the leather couch. He nods his head quickly as well. "Yeah! No loss of intellectual function, no difficulty swallowing or talking." He breathes out a laugh. "Believe me on that... And, uh, no corneal ulcerations-- really, there's nothing to suggest any neurodegeneration."

The woman smiles, then nods her head once. "Any exposure to sunlight?"

"No, of course not."

Sitting there in the private office, Scott couldn't help but feel very nervous as if he was the one being diagnosed. It was Jordan's regular medical update that day, not only for her maintenance but also to help gather more data to help the funded research at Northbridge University regarding the possible treatments of XP.

Supposedly, Jordan will be asked a series of questions regarding her medical status or changes that she noticed to herself every week but today, it was only Scott since he let Jordan stay home and out of the sunlight.

Dr. Maddox stands from her armchair across his then headed to her deak. "I'm gonna refill her prescription for you this time but she really should be coming to these appointments with you."

"Yeah, well..." Scott thinks of an alibi, following the doctor as he fixes his coat. "You know teenagers. They get embarrassed by their dads."

"She has XP, Scott." His friend reminded him as if he forgotten about that. Maddox had been his friends since Jordan was diagnosed with XP and the woman doesn't hold back on reminding him how grave the disease can be.

Scott musters a tight-lipped smile. "I know exactly what she has."

"It's not gonna fall into remission and every year, the risk becomes more serious for her. So, if she's exposed to even the slightest bit of sunlight--"

"She won't be."

The woman eyed him skeptically. "She's reached that age we talked about."

"She won't be." Scott repeated firmly, but he was pretty sure it himself he was trying to convince more. The odds for his only daughter are getting tougher. He won't be taking any more risk. He can't lose another important person in his life, not after his wife left so early. He looked down and pretends to read something on her desk. "Any word on the Northbridge University Study?"

"I've submitted Jordan's name for their Phase Two trials, if it even gets that far." Dr. Maddox sighs. "I wouldn't get your hopes up. Research funding being what it is, we're talking about a disease that affects only one in a million people."

His heart sinks, but he refused to lose hope just yet as he knows to himself that he is going to do whatever it takes for his girl to live the life she deserves. The doctor handed him over the prescription listing a bunch of medicine Jordan has to keep on taking.

He let out a deep breath and look at the doctor with a confident smile. "We're in luck, 'cause she is one in a million."

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"A hamster funeral?" Maria put down the book she was reading on and turns the swivel chair she was sitting on in a cross-legged way like her personal throne to face her, one sharp eyebrow raised.

Jordan groaned, diving face first into her bed and mumbled. "Please don't make me say it out loud."

Maria doesn't know whether to laugh at how ridiculous that was or giggle at how cute her best friend look when embarrassed. After twelve years of being best friends, she already knows every quirks the girl has. Right now, Jordan's usually pale face was tinged in deep pinkish glow from the amount of blushing she was doing.

Tilting her head to the side, Maria smiled fondly at the girl. "No, I mean, I've heard that dead pets can actually be an aphrodisiac--"

"Maria, what should I have said?" Jordan demanded, unburying her red face to sit on top of the bed and look at her.

"Any other combination of words in the English language."

"Like, 'Hey, I'm Jordan Lee. I've watched you outside my window for the past ten years, and I've been in love with you, stalking you every minute of the day!'." The blonde said every word fiercely.

"Okay, don't start with that..." Maria sighs, summoning a bit more patience in dealing with this annoyingly adorable creature that was her beloved friend.

Behind all that, she wished Jordan won't be so careless into throwing away the word love around like it meant so simple and to think it was directed to a guy like Michael...it just doesn't sit well for her.

She went to the same school with Michael Harrison for many years and despite having a decently good-looking face and a standing athletic recognition, Maria just doesn't see why Jordan got so hang up on him. It had taken a lot from her not to tell Jordan how hurt she gets when they see each other after school and all the girl could ask was if she ever saw Michael at school, or how is he, or what the hell he had for lunch.

Okay, to be fair, Maria has every right to be annoyed. For years, she tried showing what she really feels towards her best friend. There was a time when she was a freshman and she brings Jordan her favorite brownies and a single rose everyday as gifts and apparently, the blonde saw it as a gesture of sisterhood. Yay!

And Junior Prom Night... That was the same night Maria thought Jordan might have felt something for her too. She invited her as a date and oh God how beautiful she was on that dress but you see, they found it hard to dance well if one of them is mooning over another person across the room.

She wonders if Jordan got so blinded by her eternal crush for Michael freaking Harrison that she won't see if Maria ever had the words I love you, Jordan Lee tattooed right across her forehead.

Probably not.

That would have ruined her chance on her college applications. That will be a terrible decision.

Her raging thoughts were soon cut off when the book on her lap fell to the carpet in a muffled thud. Maria picked it up and looks at her best friend once more.

"Or how about 'Hey, you may remember me from kindergarten, when everyone called me a vampire'." Jordan continuously rants.

Maria frowned. "No one remembers that."

The girl gets up and stomps her feet like a grumpy little kid, dragging herself across the room and to the window where she plopped back on the soft couch. "What did I do?"

"It's bad, but we'll fix it."

"I feel so stupid and lame."

Maria follows her to the couch with her glass of juice and sits on the other side of it facing her. She grabbed a bowl on the coffee table. "At least you have some M&M's. So..."

Jordan grabbed a few colorful pieces and shoved them into her mouth. Then after chewing them to oblivion, the blonde picked up her guitar and starts playing.

She loves it when Jordan plays. Whether it was some silly tune they picked up on the radio or a song Jordan learned from YouTube. What Maria loves the most is when Jordan sings and plays a song that she had written by herself.

It makes Maria feel special somehow, because only her gets to hear the song (sometimes Uncle Scott too, but that was beside the point). It was something she has that Michael couldn't get.

But of course, she remains the best friend on Earth for Jordy and of course, she still helps her in this pointless dilemma. Ugh, my life suck.

Maria watched her play, thinking. "You've just gotta make up for it next time."

"There's not gonna be a next time." Jordan drawled.

"You don't know that."

"I do!"

The girl was pouting so bad Maria couldn't help but put her hand over Jordan's and stop her from playing. "This is good. This is what Taylor Swift does. She has awkward interactions with boys, and then she just writes amazing songs about it--"

Jordan's green eyes widen, her blonde head turning to face her quickly. "No, no..."

"What?" Maria asked, eyebrows knitted.

"Come on..." Her best friend rushed to the study table and rummages through her stuffs, then does the same to the coffee table littered with magazines.

"What's happening?"

"Did you see my notebook when you came in?"

"Your notebook notebook?" She shakes her head. "Not that I remember."

Jordan fell back to the couch, biting her lip nervously. "I think I left it at the train station."

"My God, Jordan..."

To be continued...

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Second Choice//Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Reader.

*REQUESTED*

You had been with Lydia and Kira when Tracy attacked. You and Lydia were both pretty beat up, so when Stiles came running in and went straight to Lydia, it broke your heart. You watched as he stared at her, your heart twisting up in your chest.

You laid on the ground, paralyzed. No one seemed to pay attention to you, you had a wound on your thigh, a pretty sizable one too.

“Stiles.” Scott said, standing in the doorway of the basement. “Stiles.” He repeats. Your boyfriend stares on at the girl you could never compete with.

“Stiles, come on.” Scott says for the third time. You whimper as you see tears threaten to leave his eyes.

“Stiles, I’m fine.” Lydia nods. “Help Tracy. Find Tracy. Go.”

“It’s okay. She’s all right.” Theo reassures him.

“Come on, Stiles.” Scott urges.

Stiles turns to go with his best friend when his eyes meet yours. You feel tears roll down your face as he looks at you. He doesn’t look at you as long as he looked at her. He merely glances, before running to his best friend.

No one helped you up, no one came to your side. You helped yourself up after regaining feeling and you left. You went home and went straight for the shower. He picked Lydia over you. He couldn’t even give you the time of day.

“Hey, babe.” Stiles pecked your lips as he walked up to your locker.

“Baby!” You smiled as he kissed you.

“Look, I know I told you that we’d hang out tonight but I’m supposed to go help Lydia with something.” Stiles leaned against a locker.

“Stiles, you did this last time. And the time before.”

“I’m sorry…I’m just trying to help.”

You sighed. “You’re not trying to help me.”

You stepped into the shower, tears streaming down your face. This was the final straw. You aren’t healing like you should be and you were paralyzed, yet your boyfriend picked her over you. You let the water wash away your tears. When you got out you texted him.

Sorry to do this over text. I just don’t think I can do this anymore. Getting picked over Lydia was a given when we started dating even though it shouldn’t have been. I’ve put up with this for three years. Three years, Stiles. I’m done. I’ll pack the things you have here and give them to Scott, but I don’t want to see you anymore. Please don’t come over.

You dry your hair and get dressed before climbing onto your bed. You examine your leg. The cut was deep, maybe three or four inches and it was wide open. You should’ve healed by now and you were terrified. You let yourself give up, your ugly sobs probably disturbing the whole neighborhood. The knock at your door stopped you. You wipe your eyes and slowly creep downstairs. You open the door and roll your eyes before trying to shut the door.

Stiles sticks his foot in before you can shut it all the way. “Y/N…”

You look at him, his tear stained face and his puffy eyes tell you he cares about you more than you thought.

“Please?”

“Stiles, I’ve had enough. I really have. I can’t keep coming second to her. This is senior year for God’s sake. If I need a fresh start I deserve one.”

“Hear me out. Please.” He wipes his eye as a tear falls.

You sigh and open the door. “Fine.”

You watch as he enters, the tears falling down his face makes your stomach hurt.

“I’m sorry. I know that a simple sorry doesn’t make up for this, but I am. I didn’t know you were going to be there. Scott said it was only Lydia and Kira. When I saw you there…I thought I was going to explode. I hated myself for not thinking you could be there. I hated myself for not looking for you first.”

“You didn’t even try to help me. I’m not healing, Stiles.”

You see his gaze fall on your thigh. “Oh my God..”

“I always fall second. Always. I’m tired of it. If I’m going to have a boyfriend I should be his first priority. I should be the one he thinks of first, not some silly elementary crush.” You sigh.

“I know. I know that. You have to let me convince you to change your mind. Please. Let me change.”

“People don’t change, Stiles. They grow. It’s been three years and you haven’t grown at all.”

“Please. I promise you it’ll be different.” More tears fall and you shake your head.

“It hurts. It hurts to be chosen second everyday by someone that you love with all of your heart.”

“Y/N. I mean this. Please.”

You swallow as you meet his gaze. You feel tears slip.

“You get one month. If I still feel like I’m not important I’m done.”

He lets out a sigh of relief. “Fair enough. I love you…more than words could ever say. I don’t mean to choose Lydia over you.”

“Just please consider how I feel.”

He hugs you tight and kisses your forehead. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Stiles.”

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ramajmedia · 5 years ago

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Friday The 13th: 10 Hidden Details About The Horror Movie Costumes You Didn’t Notice

We will never look at a hockey mask the same way again because of Jason Voorhees. Seeing it instantly reminds us of the first time we ever watched a Friday the 13th movie, and we will always think of Jason when we see that same mask outside the films.

Yet, there's more to the wardrobe of Friday the 13th than that infamous mask. In fact, there's a treasure trove of trivia regarding the attire of Jason Voorhees and other Crystal Lake residents. So, take a seat by the campfire as we explore the costumes in the Friday the 13th franchise.

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10 A Moral Dilemma

Assigning fates to characters based on their life choices is an enduring trope in slashers. It's right up there with saying, "I'll be right back." The writers stuck to a dichotomy of morality and immorality when writing female characters. Jason killed women who had sex, used drugs, and dressed alluringly, whereas the virgins and prudishly-dressed were spared.

Final girl Rennie was overdressed in a shirt, a vest, and baggy pants in Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan. Meanwhile, resident bad girl Tamara offers her half-naked body to their English teacher. Can you guess what happens to her?

9 The Case of the Reappearing Sweater

In Friday the 13th V: A New Beginning, survivor Tommy Jarvis from The Final Chapter checks into Pinehurst Halfway House. The facility's director is Pam Roberts, who was played by Melanie Kinnaman. Although she isn't the main character, Pam is the movie's "final girl."

By the end, she and another of Jason's potential victims fend for themselves in the woods near Pinehurst. As they run, the pink sweater wrapped around Pam's shoulders disappears and then returns throughout the sequence. According to the Crystal Lake Memories documentary, this goof is the "bane of [Kinnaman's] existence." She didn't even like the sweater.

8 Going 3-D

The eighties had a notable resurgence in 3-D-shot films. Jaws 3-D and Amityville 3-D were popular examples, but Friday the 13th Part III was at the forefront of this short-lived revival. It was a daring choice at the time, seeing as shooting in 3-D wouldn't be easy for director Steve Miner—especially with his film being the first to use the Marks 3-D system.

It wound up being a learning experience for everyone involved. Something Miner and costume supervisor Sandi Love had to keep in mind was the color of the characters' clothes; certain colors interfered with the 3-D process.

RELATED: Every Single Friday The 13th Movie (In Chronological Order)

7 Über Jason

Jason received his most radical costume change in Jason X. Set in the far future, a space station discovers the corpse of famed killer Jason Voorhees. He's then revived as a cyborg after coming in contact with nano-bots aboard the ship. Thus, Über Jason was born.

Kane Hodder's costume for the role was a cumbersome one-suit with limited motion in the limbs and knees. He wore red contacts, too, that unnerved the crew. In addition, an android named Em-14 starred opposite Über Jason. Her actress (Lisa Ryder) was restricted in a corseted, full PVC outfit during the film's action-packed conclusion.

6 Daddy Dearest

If there's one moment in Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood that confuses fans, it's how Tina Shepard's father looks at the end. Originally, actor John Otrin was going to be portrayed as equally decayed as Jason. He was in full costume and makeup, ready to shoot. However, associate producer Barbara Sachs, who did not care for horror movies, was not happy with Mr. Shepard's rotten appearance.

Director John Carl Buechler had no time to go over Sachs' head and get permission from producer Frank Mancuso, Jr. Hence why Tina's father looks so bland in the finished cut.

5 Remake

Ten years after its debut, fans have come around to the remake, and Jason's stunt actor Derek Mears is one reason why. The film's effects artist, Scott Stoddard, wanted to use physical maladies—such as hair loss and skin rashes—to convey Jason's humanity in a way other films didn't.

On top of body makeup and fake skin, Mears wore a chest plate beneath his costume that adjusted to his muscles' movements. To give the appearance of scoliosis, Mears put on a prosthetic hump. Something else unique to this movie was how Jason used both the burlap sack and hockey mask.

RELATED: 10 Horror Movie Remakes That Missed The Mark

4 A Tale of Two Jasons

The fandom is divisive over the fifth entry A New Beginning. After sending Jason off in The Final Chapter, the producers had to come up with a new way to bring him back—and that they did.

At the end of the fourth sequel, "Jason" is actually a deranged paramedic incognito. To this day, this decision doesn't sit well with fans. Tommy Jarvis imagines seeing Jason from time to time. So, director Danny Steinmann used different masks to distinguish between the real and fake Jasons. To tell them apart, the impostor's mask had blue marks as opposed to red ones.

3 A Seminal Setup

The low return for Jason Takes Manhattan urged Paramount Pictures to sell the character rights of Jason to New Line Cinema. Director/writer Adam Marcus' first film Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday generated polarized opinions.

For most of the movie, Jason does not even appear in person. Instead, his spirit possesses people. Viewers agree the story would have been okay for a non-Friday horror flick. In the last scene, Jason's mask is snatched by a familiar arm—wearing Freddy Krueger's glove was no other than Jason's stuntman Kane Hodder. And, ten years later, we got Freddy vs. Jason.

RELATED: Friday The 13th: 10 Most Brutal Jason Voorhees Kills, Ranked

2 The Sack

There was contention behind the scenes about the movie using Jason Voorhees as the killer in Friday the 13th Part 2. The timeline just didn't make any sense.

Now, it isn't a slasher movie unless the villain has a gimmick or wears a disguise. So, costume designer Ellen Lutter covered Jason's face with a burlap sack. It's rather plain-looking, but what the audience imagined was underneath the sack was scarier than what was possibly there. Lutter was also the first person to play adult Jason in the series. She appeared as him—legs only— at the beginning of Part 2.

1 The Mask's Origin

Jason Voorhees did not appear in the present-day storyline until the second film. And, in that sequel, he's not even wearing his signature mask.

The iconic Jason mask we all know and fear nowadays was first owned by the character Shelly Finkelstein in Friday the 13th III. Later in the same film, Jason dons the mask before continuing his hunt for more teenage victims.

The mask—the originator remains a source of dispute after all these years—was based on a vintage Jacques Plante Fibrosport Elite model. The one Shelly owned was modeled after a Detroit Red Wings goalie mask.

NEXT: Fashion Friday The 13th: All Of Jason Voorhees' Looks, Ranked

source https://screenrant.com/friday-thirteenth-horror-movie-costume-details/

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Main Challenge #1 - The Queens Who Mopped Concepts

This week, the girls were tasked with interpreting and producing their cycle 9 sister’s mini challenge concepts! Let’s see how they did!

Analyse Thropic - Judah Kiss’ Flame Concept

I chose Judah’s fire dress design because I saw in it the opportunity to take a great concept and develop it into something that matches my aesthetic. The character I created for this design is a witch who was burned at the stake and has come back hundreds of years later to exact her revenge. I loved the print of Judah’s original sketch that reminded me of fallen ash, and so when I was unable to find a fabric close to that print, I bought a white stretch knit and used fabric paint and a drinking straw to create the scattered “ash” pattern on the fabric. I also wanted to maintain the juxtaposition of beauty and destruction that comes across in Judah’s design, and so I chose to create faux burn holes in the dress as well as carrying the idea of burn over to the makeup. The red collar in Judah’s sketch inspired the cape and the cuffs in my design.

Lila: I just refuse to believe that you come from Charm School, at the beginning of it, not knowing how to sew, to making a full dress with this burning look, UGH. It’s just to die for. Your SFX skills are so good, like texture artists can’t do that molten lava shit, and ugh, I could go on, and on, but you know this is TDR, and I have to be a little bit of a nitpicker here. I wanted your velour-cape to hit the ground, and that could’ve helped with pairing the shoe with your concept a lot better. It’s a solid look in my opinion, Great job here, Analyse!

Gluttoni: Ms. Anal If You Nasty, you clearly are out for blood in this competition! That definitely shows through your dedication to the execution of Judah's original concept. Overall I think your adaptability and vigor for drag itself will not only get you far in this competition but also in the real big bad draggy world out there. As someone who get a boner over conceptual makeup styles, I have to say you really raised the stakes (as well as got burned on one) with this extreme third degree burn makeup application. Especially with it being your first attempt. I can definitely see the progression in your overall makeup skills with your new and improved cleaner lines but I will urge you in the future to push it even more so don't get complacent. Enough of the praise though because everything below that beautiful crystal necklace and oxblood cape is a mess in my eyes. Not because of the the evident burns or hole but the entire fit is off and completely uninspired. I remember giving you a direct reference to one of Jeremy Scott's recent collections and expected a cool silhouette from you but I must say that's where my disappointment starts. Just be more aware of your body shape and try to make somethings that comes off as more flattering to your figure. This is a solid first submission and your talents are evident. I'm eager to see more.

Letha: Goodness gracious, great balls of fire! I love this look, Analyse! You executed Judah’s concept while adding your own flair to it, which I think really embodies the challenge parameters. There’s a wonderful campiness to the look, while still reading as fierce. I like the hair and hood a lot, they go amazingly with everything. The burns on the dress are awesome, but I think the fit leaves something to be desired. If it nipped in closer to the body at the waist it would be better, as it is a touch loose there at the moment. I also don’t love the final length of the dress. You were talking with us about a high/low hemline, which would have been great if it were lowered more to the ground and you had added some trim or fringe as an accent. The makeup is verrrry good, especially the burn side. The virgin side (as virgin as you can be, anyway) could use some more blending on the eyes, and sharpening of the “leading” edges of the contour (the bottom of the cheek, for instance), but I love the brow and the lip is cool. Nice accessories, and I love the nails, they’re quite fun. All in all, STUNNING work, Analyse, I’m glad to see you kept the momentum form your mini challenge win up, I can’t wait to see what you do next!

Toni: Honesty???? Your pussy is on fire this week bitch! to win the mini and then come right back to the main with this level of concept, quality and thought has me shook. I love that you spoke with the judges every step of the way to make sure your look was right. I love LOVE LOVE THE MAKEUP. The burn is everything to me and is well done for your first time. The drag side was very well done and probably the best you have looked. I would love to see a bit cleaner lines as well as raising your contours a bit more. I think the gown was stunning really, but I was it was longer to really hold a high level of beauty. It also could have done with a bit more of the burn or fire put into it. You are using your corset as a fancy belt right now because its not being pulled as tight as it can be, you shouldn't be able to breathe. Over all amazing work, keep it up!

Gii: I wish the other girls would take note of how much you worked with the judges on discussing your look from start to finish, asking them for help when you had technical problems, and got our advice at various stages of your creative process. That alone gave you a huge advantage because now the judges and I have a better understanding of your look. That said, I can appreciate all the work that went into this dress, but I think I want to see more cinching from you! I know you have a corset so get a friend to really PULL on those corset strings, I find that it’s impossible to get that typical corseted waist without someone’s help. Even without cinching though, I think it would have helped if the hem of the dress was higher, like on the narrow part of your waist rather than your hips. On your makeup, I think you’ve worked really hard to make the lines on the drag side crisp and bold and it’s a huge improvement from what I saw in Charm School! The eyes are nice, but I think the lips could be a little neater with the blending. I think you could make your lower lip even bigger since you have a lot of space around your chin too. Still, great job. I think you’ve come a long way since Charm School (which is great -- I was rooting for you during that stint) and I can’t wait to see where else you’ll go in this competition!

Avana Noir - Ebony Boss’ Paint Concept

Hello Judges and TDR community ! For my look I got Ebonys Paint inspired look. I was mainly inspired by Avant Garde Unconventional Materials as well as watercolors. What I did differently was that I used Paper and Watercolor to make the top part of the dress and set it up to make it look more structural. For the lower part I made a high waisted skirt and then dyed the shit out of it haha. As well as using splatter paint. I also made a headpiece out of a canvas. The watercolor done it was also done by me. Thank you so much! and I hope you enjoy my look!

Lila: Hi Avana! I’ll start out by saying that I love the colour palette you’ve chosen, very similar to the one that Ebony picked but the pastel nature of it really fits your aesthetic. I thank you for doing an unconventional look, I love it when people experiment with different materials, and I’m in love, LOVE with your headpiece. Very alternative and I’m in love! I wish your heels were a different colour, I wish it was a white, green or blue, just so that it ties in with your look, and as much as I LOVE LOVE LOVE your nails, the other hand doesn’t have any on either. Overall, great job!

Gluttoni: Avana! I'm in love with these colors you've chose to highlight with this beautiful look. I can see the inspiration very clearly from the drawing you were assigned but I love that you still took it and made it your own. The water color motif on your chest is beautifully placed and I love the resourcefulness of it all but I'd urge you with making details like that please try and make them neater otherwise they come off as cheap and rushed. I've noticed how much you work doing your day job and I'm completely emphatic about that kind of stuff but no need to look overworked henny. I think my love for the color palette of this look is detracting me from some technical difficulties I'm having with the overall look. Such as your "breast" are showing due to fitting issues and if you are going to do a long length make sure it hits the floor. I love the canvas headpiece because it gives the look an overall finished look along with the calming aqua hair color but on the same token I'd love to see more refinement with both aspects. I think the only major downfall I have from this look is the makeup. Out of drag you are youthful and cute but I'm think just through a lack of experience you are painting yourself to look much older with almost like a dead fish type of gaze. Be wary of the shapes you are trying to convey while making sure all your lines are crisp. I'm confident in your ability to do so and you should honestly be proud of this.

Letha: In case the literal canvas on your head wasn’t enough of a tip off, I immediately got watercolor from your pictures without reading your description, which is a great sign that your interpretation and execution of Ebony’s concept was strong. I personally love the color palette, and it carries throughout the look. I quite enjoy the paper bodice you made, but I do wish the dress had either a bit more structure or a bit more shape to it, as it is sort of straight up/down at the moment. The wig and head piece go well together and match the rest of the look, and the makeup is also cohesive, but I feel the lip shape reads more “sloppy” than water color, perhaps doing more of a light pink ombre with some paint splatters around/over the lips would have been more effective? The nails are massive and fun, but I wish you had more of them on! Still, this is a good look and you should be proud of your work on it!

Toni: Hello dear! This looks absolutely nothing like ebonys but I can see the same influences and I really like that! I think making it water color really made it pop a bit more in my eyes. I also have to give you props for using unconventional materials. I do wish the dress was more fitting because girl both ya titties were out and the dress was a bit too short. I love your head piece. Onto your makeup I wish you were a bit more blended on the cheeks and in the eyes. I would also love if you took a brush and teased out that wig a bit more for more volume. Good luck next week love!

Gii: Your final look was definitely far from Ebony’s original design, but somehow I can still see the inspiration in there. I think it’s the color scheme (although much paler) and the fact that you did attempt the paint blobs in the original design. While the colors aren’t exact, I do like the pastel version more than the original. The easel was a pretty funny and fitting touch as well. The biggest thing I notice, however, is that this dress doesn’t seem flattering on you. It’s a little hard to tell that the dress is high-waisted because the paper bodice is like...right at that level where I wish it was either a bit higher or lower haha. I think you could have actually gone for a corset + dress silhouette as opposed to the high-waisted silhouette, because that would probably flatter your body much more. With the high-waisted silhouette you went for though, I think the skirt could have been floor length so it would look much more elegant. You can probably keep that in mind for future looks! Makeup-wise, when doing looks with colorful eyeshadows you still want to define the edges with blacks or very dark colors, as it is very easy for the bright colors to appear washed out otherwise. Overall, I didn’t hate this look and for a first challenge you did pretty well, but there’re definitely things that could be tweaked or improved. I’m hoping to see you grow a lot by the end of the competition!

Daddie Dearest - Phoebe St. Jefferson’s Blacklight UV Concept

My gown is inspired by Phoebe's concept. It keeps the asymmetrical silhouette, the structured shoulders, and the blacklight transformation. I also tried to incorporate some of the judges critiques of Phoebe's design by including a matching head piece and gloves. I made the skirt out of fabric, hot glue, and satantic rituals. The textural element of the gown is made of paint chips spray painted with fluorescent yellow and splattered with green acrylic paint. I decided to make the pieces diamond shaped to harken back to Alexis Michelle's promo dress which inspired Phoebe's original concept. I'm looking forward to hearing the judge's feedback. Thanks!

Lila: Hey hey hey! Okay, immediately drawn to this because of the colour scheme and the fact that you did the UV aspect too because I wasn’t expecting that for this concept, rather one or the other. I just love your face, you’re another one of those porcelain dolls, its just the way you incorporate your bearded drag into your look and how you carve out your face. Things I wish that were a little bit improved, I feel like the grey wig doesn’t match your concept here, and while I’ll give it to you that you styled it similarly to Phoebe’s character, it just blends in with the background in both photos. If you used a black or stark yellow/green, it could’ve been so much more impactful? Anyways, besides that, great submission here, Daddie!

Gluttoni: Daddie! Daddie! DADDIE! Not only can I say your name all day but I'm also extremely floored by the grandness and the boss ass bitch vibes I'm getting from this look. Honestly there is nothing more appealing than a boss bitch in my eyes and I think you really take the cake in that category in my eyes. TENS ACROSS THE BOARD. You're fucking glowing and mean that quite literally which just skyrockets this look to the level of other worldly. The asymmetrical silhouette is making my nipples hard along with that hair that's teased to perfection. You're one I think has a grasp on what shapes highlight your body in the best way possible. Not a lot of people have that same understanding even later in their careers so it's refreshing you understand your body so early on. I'm in love with your makeup because you definitely have the precision down-packed and the proportions are soooo on. The most outstanding part is that your beard is one of the last things I notice cause I'm focused on how much detail you put into your eye makeup and when I finally analyze your facial hair only to realize it's completely coordinated with the look has me absolutely gagged. I can tell you perform live with your nude fishnet tights and I definitely appreciate that added detail. I honestly can't really find any flaws in this look so please, please keep steering in this direction of greatness because at this rate I think these other ladies need to watch out for you because you are serious competition.

Letha: “Get that black light away from MY sheets!” This is such a cool look, Daddie! At first I didn’t see the silhouette from Phoebe’s design, but I’m with you on it now. I love that you incorporated our critiques as well, as I love the gloves and the fascinator! The hair isn’t my favorite, I think something darker would have more impact, given the lightness of the paint chips. The black-light photos are awesome, you made that part of the original concept very special. Your makeup is stunning, as always, and the echoing of the colors/shapes of the design is a nice touch (including the glow in the dark nose contour, though it makes your nose look a tad bare when it’s just the regular lights). Fantastic submission, Daddie, color me impressed!

Toni:BITCH OKAY I SEE YOU. theres so much i love about this and some things im not super feeling. I adore the acessories and they were so cleverly done and I do love these tones. I was also pleased that you chose to make yours glow as that was the main point for the orgional design. the only thing that really threw to phoebes was the glow and the asymmetry. i really love this i see all your influences, i do wish the dress was a bit more put together like construction wise thought. As always i lvoe your makeup, from the shoulders up this look is giving me Opulence Black vibes and I live. Good luck this next week <3

Gii: Wow! I have to admit I wasn’t sure how the WIPs you sent me were gonna turn out, but you really knocked it out of the park with the final project! You did really well carrying out all the original intentions of Phoebe’s design, with the asymmetry and especially the glow in the dark part. I do find myself loving the non-glowing version more than the glowing version (though this may be attributed to the pose), and the top half more than the bottom. I think we lose a bit of your shape in the dress, though I understand that you were trying to stay true to the design. I wonder if an updo would have worked better since it’s already so busy in the neck area. But I think more importantly a better photography angle would have flattered you more, perhaps one that is further away and not so top-down. You could try out different poses as well. However, I will give you kudos for creating this dress purely with hot glue! What a great example for queens who can’t sew!

Dotte Com -Marcella Fox’s Aquamarine Latex Concept

The outfit I was assigned was created by the talents of Marcella Fox. Based off of Katya’s “Pokestop Realness” blue latex look, she altered the design to be something that the 16 year old drag queen, Ms. Fox would wear. I decided to interpret HER source material and also transform Katyas outfit and Marcellas outfit into something Dotte would wear.

The shape of the arm capes were inspired from Marcellas design, however red hair was substituted for yellow as Dotte is all about that CMYK lyfe. The basic placement of the floral arrangements were kept the same, excluding the two flowers in the hair vs a flower crown. Materials utilized were spandex to increase dancey-ness, leather belts, flowers, and a bit of hand-sewn pixel perfection.

Lila: Dotte! I see a lot of elements from Marcella’s original concept in here, and its really giving me like grass-water gym leader extravaganza. You know I love the colour scheme of blue-magenta-yellow and that’s what’s captivating me the most in this concept. I wish that the pastel green was more suited to your hair colour, i think there’s such a balance of blue and pink in here but not enough yellow, and if you swapped the marshy green tone out with a yellow tone it would’ve tied the look together a lot better. Overall, this is a good submission!

Gluttoni: WWW. SICKINGINGBITCH (Miss) Dotte Com! I must admit as a fellow POC kween I'm doing nothing but rooting for your success in this competition. With that bias aside though I think this is a very middle of the pack kind of look due to the outright simplistic design you choose to present to us. That isn't to say this look is not adorable and aesthetically pleasing because I'd be lying if I said it wasn't but there are just a few elements here that fall a tad flat to me. The hair gives me more Halloween Express than it does drag for me, I'm not upset at the fact that it's straight and I love the color but it could use a fabric softener wash and a good brush out to rid it of that Halloween clearance bin type of look to it. You are going to have a long journey with your makeup with me around because I need the refinement there for you want to stay afloat in this competition. Keep pushing those shapes and blending skills because that will help you in the long run. That aside I love the duality of your cape-like arm attachments and I'm glad you kept that aspect of Marcella's design and the color palette of the Katya reference really complements your skin tone. All in all I'm happy with your submission as should you be but just know I'm expecting more from you. Also TUCK, I mean this sincerely because I know the detriments of having a fat pussy first hand.

Letha: Yay, Dotte! This look is very cute and fun. I think you kept a lot of the same elements of Marcella’s design while making it your own. I think the Katya influence is still very strong because I do get a “synchronized swimmer” vibe, like the original. The color scheme is okay, though I think I would have liked a green/teal more with the pink, but the yellow is cute. I find myself craving more texture/visual interest on the outfit, as it is a little simple, maybe with some pleating or more flowers? The makeup, I must admit, is not my favorite. The lip color makes sense with the look, but I think doing a bit more pink in that eye would have brought more unity to the face, as the purple seems out of place. I think the overdrawing the under eye is cute, but some bottom lashes could also really help to sell that illusion as well. Some stronger highlight/contour could also help you define your face more, as right now I don’t really read a lot of makeup, however much might be there ( a stronger hand with the blush couldn’t hurt either, a doll pink would have been so cute here!). All in all, strong work, Dotte!

Toni: This is giving me girly its giving me frilly its giving em life. This is barbie at the pool living her life. Lets start with the bad and then go into the good. I think you need to start tucking bitch, i can see it all. I also want you to start carving your face with contour and highlight because I think you’ve gotten great with your eyes but need to focus on the face. Now onto the good, even great. I love this on you, it looks like marcellas but you made it into your own look! And these colors are everything on you. Its so fun and flowing and over all i adore it and this submission as a whole is amazing! <3 good job this week

Gii: These colors look so good on you holy fuck! What a gorgeous interpretation of Marcella’s already gorgeous design. I really love the color scheme here, and I think that bright yellow wig is the PERFECT accent. You know how to pose well too. That “purse first”-esque pose is a little awkward and I’d recommend practicing a little more to perfect it, but the other one is really cute! However, I really wish the makeup was a bit cleaner. You have this perfect look that is very neat and smooth and clean but then the makeup doesn’t match it as well as it could. It’s actually not the eyebrow coverage part, everything upper lid + above is fine by me actually. I think where the white ends along the nose could be made smoother if you take concealer to define the edges, but I’d honestly bring it in even more a la Kim Chi. The bottom black + pink eyeshadows look a bit cakey as well, and could have been more nicely blended. I would recommend using an angled brush to draw your black lines, and when blending use small patting motions so you can be more precise since it probably won’t be as blended as the upper lid. So yeah, great job this week, just work on polishing your makeup! Don’t be afraid to wipe it all off and start over if you need to, as long as the end product is flawless it’s totally worth it.

Ebony Boss - Lexi Lamour’s Unconventional Paperclip Concept

SOOOOOOOO... For my interpretation of Lexi's look I really wanted to focus on the silhouette more than the materials. I used a black mesh body suit with a white tulle skirt to get the ballgown vibe. I also chose a wig I had that fit her hair descriptions

Lila: Ebony Boss! First off, we need to see your top to your bottom of the concept, which means your shoes as well. Please remember to do this next time! Okay, for positives, I love this look from the waist up, it’s really cute and I love the bodysuit’s shape. Your face is a lot better than when you first started out as well! I just don’t see Lexi’s concept being fully realised here. When you said you would use a large tulle skirt, I was expecting a floor length tulle skirt, and with the paper clips from Lexi’s original concpet, you could’ve had so many different motifs with that, black tubing, felt tubes, cardboard cutouts, etc. I wish the wig had a little more volume too, just with a little hairspray and a rat tail comb you could really have a bouffant bob with your look. I wish I could see the shoes too, because it might’ve helped add an element to this concept that feels a little empty in execution. This is a decent look, however. Good job.

Gluttoni: I realize we said "interpretations" but this interpretation is looser than the skin hanging from Donald Trump's neck. I was quite excited to see what someone would bring to Lexi's imaginative design and I must say it seems like you scraped the whole concept as a whole and pieced together an outfit together from Forever21 and The Children's Place. What I enjoy about you most is your passion to learn about the art of drag as a whole but if you really want this title I really want to urge you to go for it full force because I know you have it in you. Otherwise "YOU'S IN DANGER GIRL" (ten points to the queens who get that reference) and I don't want to see you not doing well. If you are to make it to next week I want to see a clean makeup job from you because again I don't think this is the best you are capable of and I want to properly assess what could make you get even better at that what you want to do. Bring us the fire Ebony.

Letha: Hey there, Ebony! While I do think you have the sort of “bare bones” of the original concept’s silhouette, there isn’t much going on beyond that. It reads as pretty basic, which when the look is a black and white color scheme, something in the look should really jump out and make it special. I think you could have kept the skirt if you wanted, and overlaid materials such as pipe cleaners to give it the same effect as the paperclips. The top is okay (the runs in the mesh don’t look great though, covering them up with jewelry or some other piece could help draw attention away from them). The wig also goes very well with the overall look, some volume could help it along though. The makeup is cute as well, but the lips read as very nude to the point of being almost gone, and don’t have a lot of impact. There’s also something on the right corner of your mouth, so be sure to always double check before taking face pics! All in all, it’s an okay look, but I know you have the talent and creativity to do better.

Toni: Ebony dear im so glad you’ve finally make it! Now when we talked I loved your first design and was disappointed when you couldn’t do it, but you said you were gonna do this you assured me that it was going to have the elegance and ball like theme that Lexis design had. When I saw this I was so disappointed. Theres nothing here that even nods to Lexis design. it looks like a top and skirt and not much out, its underwhelming. I think had you incorporated some head piece of giant paper clips or a more exciting skirt with a bit more shape it would have been a real stunner but this is jsut a miss for me this week. Makeup wise ive been seeing you improve so much lately, I would say i’d like to see more dramatic contour/highlight as well as I would like to see your foundation match your skin tone. Points for effort this week <3

Gii: I know it’s hard to create a paper clip dress in real life, but I’m a little disappointed! The judges told me you were thinking about going with recycled materials as the dress and I would have been totally okay with that interpretation, but I’m hoping you didn’t mean recycling clothes. It is very hard to compare this to the other looks when other queens are customizing their dresses and accessories specifically for the challenge while this look gives me the impression that you already had the top and the skirt lying around and just put them together. Even some accessories made out of recycled materials would have helped. Your makeup unfortunately doesn’t read as very draggy to me either, if you can get your hands on a darker contour powder that will transform you from fish to drag. I think if you are doing a cut crease (I can’t tell sorry), you will want to draw it way higher, even if it is far above your natural crease -- drag is all about exaggeration. You’ve wanted to be cast for a while, so I want to see that fighting spirit in you! It’s as easy as just adding a few details, so I know you can do it.

Giraffez Doris Buckel - Paprika’s Wedding Gown Concept

So I was given Paprika's design and I was really excited where most people saw a very simple and basic outfit I saw a blank canvas. I figured by making my dream wedding. I started by wearing my mom's old wedding dress since she wasn't able to wear it do to contractions from me, I then put a belt from a new coat on to help keep everything in place as well as add a bit of color. I then borrowed some flowers from an old funeral arrangement that was left over from the last funeral which was my grandmother who raised me and since she couldn't be there the next best thing is some of the last flowers that were given to her. I then had a nod to my Scottish roots and wore a blue knotted bracelet since in Scottish tradition of tying of the hands of the couple signify unity and a strong bond. I went with a very subtle beat face just to show how I have grown in my makeup skills. But sadly the rat bastard ran and I ruined my mascara and everything just saying. #fml

Lila: It might be a bit grating to hear me nag at you for another cycle, but we needed to see your top to your bottom of the concept, which means your shoes as well. Your concept matches Paprika’s quite nicely, which I commend you for, and I can see a vast improvement in your makeup game since Charm School - you might want to contour some areas like your forehead and nose, just to add a bit of definition. I’m glad you’ve gave this a left at the altar kind of character too, since we feared that the concept was a little basic, you might’ve had problems constructing something from it. When using a headband to give the illusion of your wig like it’s growing out of your head, you’ve got to make sure that your boy hair doesn’t expose through if you wear the headband like you have. Glue down those side burns and apply foundation like you would on your brows and that will help eliminate that exposure. You did an alright job, none the less!

Gluttoni: Giraffez Doris Buckel along with your name, your sunny prospective on life is what I love most about you. I was so happy when you individually messaged me about the direction you should take in this look because this look you had to reference was by far the most simplistic. Regardless of that I think your interpretation was informed and spot on and I'm glad you took my pointers with the running graphic liner, the expression of sorrow (very campy which I loved) and the roses. But through inexperience I feel this look has fallen short especially when compared to the other racers you're competing with. I'm making it a personally goal of mine to help you all can to make you the best queen you can be. That means making your makeup more definitive and visible and really focusing in on the styling that will really make yourself a brand. This week you just didn't quite hit the mark.

Letha: Hello, Giraffez! When I compare this design to Paprika’s the concept is there and you did stay true to that. With that said, because of the simplicity of the original concept, it should have been your task to really nail the fine details. That dress does not fit, which you could have worked around by having some fabric in the back to help hide it. The black belt does help the look go for that “grunge” vibe which makes sense. The quality of your pics is also a problem, as they are either blurry or low quality (one of the face pics is stable enough though). The hair could be better/bigger, and your boy hair is coming through the front which doesn’t really match. The makeup is subtle, and you have improved since Charm School, but there are still points to work on. More blush could certainly help, and because the lip is shiny your real lips show more obviously where you overdrew. The eyes are grungy/smoky, so I do understand where you went with that, but the blend could be better up top, and the “tears” below, should flow more organically on the bottom (they look just like “streaks” at the moment). I will also repeat what Lila said about taking full body shots- it has to be EVERYTHING. For all we know you aren’t wearing shoes, which you need if you’re going to perform/go out. But I see improvement, so keep it up!

Toni: Hello Giraffez! This gown is absolutely stunning and I think its very appropriate for this design. I do wish that it had a better fit or a bit more to it though so it wasn't just being held up by a belt or your hands. I know that you’re still working on improving your makeup but I would have love to see something much more dramatic, you were left at the alter girl i wanna see dramatic smeared lips, eye liner smeared down to your titties. You did have a bit of performance aspect in your pictures which i did enjoy! Step it up next week!!

Gii:I burst out laughing when I saw your expression in the fullbody pics so you made my day. I was pleasantly surprised by this look -- it was smart of you to use a headband to hide your wig line, the flowers are pretty, and the belt cinches you nicely. However, you were given a rather simple design, and while your look is not bad, you can do better. “Not bad” is fine for Charm School, but for the actual competition, I feel like you need to get a better handle on some drag essentials. I understand that money could be an issue, so I’m going to narrow it down to two very cheap things you need to buy: a better webcam, and a darker contour product. Firstly, this competition is heavily photo and video based, and it’s unfair to both you and every other competitor for me to compare these blurry photos to the others. This one (https://www.wish.com/c/562dc1605b47960fcb64c40d?hide_login_modal=true&from_ad=pla4&_display_country_code=US&gclid=CJPb8KXVmNICFZeFswodX1kKqw) is $5 with $3 shipping. Secondly, if you can buy just one makeup item, get a foundation stick in a darker color for your contour. I actually like the makeup you have on this week, but it’s not draggy enough for me. I think dark contours are what set drag makeup apart from regular makeup. NYX’s Stick Foundation in the color Cocoa (http://www.nyxcosmetics.com/mineral-stick-foundation/NYX_130.html) is $10. There are probably cheaper sticks at the drugstore or Target. These two combined should be around $20 at most, but that one-time spending will be worth it in the long run. I apologize if I’m being harsh. Maybe you’re only doing drag for yourself and you don’t really care about getting your name out there, which is great! But by auditioning for and being cast on TDR, you ARE getting your name out there, and you’re competing against many other queens who want to get their name out there, and it’s only fair that you give them a fair fight.

Judah Kiss - Daddie’s Avant Garde Concept

Hey judges! So this week was a bit of trainwreck and a half for me. This is the first outfit I have ever made myself, but I am SOOO happy with it. I used a stretchy, dancewear fabric for the pants, and a satin for the blue shirt. The backpiece/spikes are made of a large picture frame I broke into uneven pieces and hot glued/velcroed to the look. The pants were my greatest focus in the look, and I could not be happier with them. The headpiece is a Styrofoam circle cut in half, and hot glued together with sheer fabric embellishments and a bow on top. It was held to the wig cap/stocking with an immeasurable amount of pins and a little bit of prayer. I was inspired by Daddie's design because it's extremely avant garde and club-kid, two things I always strive for my drag to be. I had to make some changes on the basis of available fabrics, and also changed the color scheme to match my tastes more. I interpreted the original concept by keeping most elements the same, and rearranging shapes to give the design flow, while maintaining a very striking, intimidating figure and look overall. I feel gorgeous, I feel scary, I feel mysterious, and I'm so happy that after three auditions, I have FINALLY conquered my first challenge in TDR!

Lila: It’s honestly hard to believe this is the first outfit that you made yourself in its entirety! The harem pants are soooooo good, and you’ve tailored the look to match your aesthetic while still holding some of the elements of design from Daddie’s concept. Really enjoy this colour scheming, while I wouldn’t have mind you using the original colours, I love this as I see the silhouette that Daddie designed rather than something utterly different. I am trying really hard to nitpick at this at the moment because it’s so good, maybe if you created more of an illusion with your makeup that your body is of that green colour, or if you painted the rest of your body black like you did your arms as gloves (nice touch,) it could really tie in the elements a lot better? Either way, great submission this week!

Gluttoni: Judah, you are betraying my best judgement by me pumping your already big head up but gurl.....you really slayed me this week. This level of work is phenomenal and you deserve nothing but praise for bringing my personal favorite design of them all to life. This being the first outfit you've ever made in full entirety is astonishing. You really took this challenge by the balls and then force fed it to us. My only overwhelming critique is the top half is a tad messy with the drawn on baby hairs and kind of juxtaposed headpiece. I think with looks that have so much going on it's better to have one aspect of the look be as simple as possible. Otherwise this perfection and I'm happy you're here showing your drag to us because the community has been waiting quite a while to see your amazing potential. Keep up the good work.

Letha: Wow Judah, this is awesome! I see so much of Daddie’s concept in there. I am in love with the pants, they might be my favorite part of the whole outfit! I’m not as in love with the top, as it’s a bit big and you kind of get lost in it. Were it a little smaller and showed more midriff it would be more flattering to the figure, but the volume elements/spikes stay true to the concept. The head piece is sort of a jumble, but it’s very structured and sculptural so I appreciate that a lot. The makeup is verrry cool, I love some good swamp green, and the glitter on the new lid is stunning. I will say this for the overall color scheme. When compared to Daddie’s design, I feel that some of the vibrancy is lost by not having any “poppy” colors such as a yellow or a red, and while your final product is totally cohesive in its own right, it’s more of a “chill” color palette.

Toni:Bitch! As the only bitch who did pants this week, and with so much structure. I was impressed to stay the least. I love so much about this. ima start with your makeup because I’m glad you took the chance to show your signature Judah style, and it worked really well with this look, but don’t rely on it! I love how the outfit is shaped really because it gives me this street fashion club kid feel which is very you. I would work on stability because you did seem to ahve issue with that this week and it shows a bit in the picture but over all amazing!

Gii: Not gonna lie, I was really worried for you at first because Daddie’s design was definitely not the easiest to execute well. So honestly? I am really pleased with how you interpreted the look. If anyone could turn this design out it would be you. Admittedly it’s not a look I would wear personally, and without knowing the inspiration I might have clocked you for some details, but as I know the inspiration I think you did a pretty damn good job. The cutout harem pants were really the most fashionable way to execute the original, and I think sticking to this green and blue palette was smart. It made your look more cohesive while still being really bright and out there, staying true to the design. I’d probably want the shawl to drape a little better, and the sticks in the back to be a little more symmetrical, but I can see what you’re going for and I know you put the effort into constructing it, so it doesn’t bother me as much. I do have to admit I am not the biggest fan of the headpiece since it doesn’t really seem to relate to the rest of the outfit, but your makeup more than makes up for it! I’m so glad to see some glitter in this competition. I do wish your drawn bangs were a little more precise and sharp, though! Still, what a different queen from the girl in the Cycle 7 Fan Favorite poll! I’m so excited to see what you can do this cycle.

Klinker - Dotte Com’s Starry Concept

I got her concept and changed the idea of "Galaxy" for "Hell" since that's my signature. I kept the body suit with the boots and a belt. Did the skirt matching the devil look and the head red as the skirt. My make is very inspired but the matching lips in the drawing and, instead of wearing glasses matching, I decided to paint it all. I'm serving Slut from Hell realness.

Lila: Hi Klinks! Let’s start off with the positives of this look; I love that you had the vision of interpreting it in a way that was way different. The colour swork well with eachother and it’s very you. Now, I’ve got to say that I’m a little let down, because we didn’t expect it to be interpreted in a way that changed the overall theme, rather in a way that stuck close to the original design, just altered in a way that makes the concept your own, with similar colour schemes. Your makeup is looking a little shiny with the black on your forehead to your eyes, make sure to use some translucent powder or black eyeshadow to set it. Overall, this was an okay submission.

Gluttoni: I think you're klinky and I like you a lot. My fellow devilish sista, I'm obsessed with this look but for all the wrong reasons. I like the concept you were grasping at but the execution leaves something to be desired. Dotte's design was brighter and a lot more grand while I think you making it darker way more streamline was probably not the best direction to go since the design itself was overly simplistic. I'm hoping we will see you in a wig at least a few times in the competition along with more dynamic makeup styling. The body is sickening and you definitely know that but please don't rest on that the entire time you are in this race because I can already tell you're passionate and forced to be reckoned with.

Letha: Heya Klinker! I do enjoy the look/design you came up with, and the colors/silhouette go with the theme you picked. But, sadly, that theme is not the concept you were given. TDR is about finding yourself, but there are also assignments that you should follow. If you had wanted to use the red you could have gone for some sort of nebula or galaxy design (like the Hubble telescope images, perhaps) but adding some sort of pattern or design, but “Hell” is just too different for me. The makeup makes a statement, but if it’s going to be so simple then it should be totally precise in execution (meaning no wobbly lines on the face paint). I do really enjoy the lips though, they’re quite good! Overall, I’m not mad at the submission, it’s a decent look, it doesn’t fit the challenge super well.

Toni: Hey babe! This is such an amazing! but the issue seems to be that other than a cape it doesn't look like dottes at all. I would have loved for you to have gone all out and really shot this one out of the park because dottes design could have been interpreted so many different ways but I don’t see “hell” as one of them. I think you have great makeup for this, i love the high fashion feel but I think it needed to be cleaned up a bit before taking picture. over all it was a great look but not what we were looking for.

Gii: I think this is a cute look, but I don’t see much resemblance to Dotte’s drawing :( The only thing I see that remotely calls to the design is the cape, which gives off superhero/villain vibes like the design. I was so looking forward to seeing you strut in white and gold, too! So unfortunately there isn’t much I can critique about this look, because it is really cute and well constructed, but I just don’t see how this was inspired by Dotte’s drawing. If you could have even incorporated some small details, such as the headband and the stars, while still sticking to the red and black color scheme, and I would have been fine with that. The makeup is decent as well, although a bit simple. It could be a bit more polished, as the lines seem a bit messy. If you’re going to do minimal makeup you want to spend a lot of time making it look clean and precise. Again, the makeup would have been a nice place to incorporate stars. So I don’t know if you decided to completely change the concept because you couldn’t find the materials or what, but in the future if you’re going to change concepts like this, I STRONGLY recommend messaging the judges privately and getting their advice first. This isn’t your regular Instagram drag race with minimal interaction between the cast. The judges are here to help you grow and they love helping people out, so please make the most of that! I’m still rooting for you, so do your best to get the judges’ advice so you make it to the top!

Lexi Lamour - Avana Noir’s Lolita Pink Concept

Next on Toonami: The new original anime, Cloud 9! In the galaxy of Cloud 9 there are 9 Nimbus Planets each consisting of nimbus of different colors. The inhabitants are called Nimbees. These alien creatures are born in their own personal Nimbus Cloud that become their familiars and their forms of transportation that grow as they grow, but once they reach the age of assention they grow wings so that they can be away from their Nimbus if needed. On the planet Pink Nimbus we meet our protagonist Princess Pinkasuki. Her father is not only the king of Pink Nimbus but the High King of the entire Cloud 9 galaxy! When the antagonists, the evil color snatchers, capture him it is up to Princess Pinkasuki to gather the princes and princesses from the other 8 planets in the Cloud 9 Galaxy and ban together to save him.....before the entire galaxy is left colorless. Hello, judges! I was assigned Avana's outfit and it's exactly what I wanted. I knew immediately what I was going to do. I stayed as true as I could to her original design while still making a concept of mine own and a character that would fit her look. I kept the pink color throughout and tried to incorporate various different Pink colors as to not be entirely monochromatic. Where the hair was concerned it felt pretty open to interpretation, so I styled a pink wig in an updo. The headpiece I kept to her original design and made out of paper, but added an extra little fabric bow to it. The upper body is made of a metallic pink material decorated with stones and the bow as she had in her picture. The wings are made out of paper, but I covered them in an ombré of pink feathers to give it something extra. The sleeves I kept and remained true to her design. Now the bottom is where I really took off and had fun. I did make her cotton skirt and spray painted it a light pink(the dark pink was too heavy and didn't make it feel Cloud like or fluffy). However.....I used it as the cloud for my character. I took a pair of pink tights, rhinestoned them, stuffed them to look like legs, and put hem in a pair of dark pink boots and tied them around my waist so that it looked like I was sitting on the cloud. The little skirt I made out of metallic pink fabric and decorated with rhinestones so that it looked like I was a dainty cute princess riding atop of her own personal Nimbus Cloud.

Lila: Who are you? This is I N C R E D I B L E. This is so damn impressive, and when Toni told me that you were going to do something of a cloud illusion I was expecting what you delivered. This matches the concept almost perfectly which I don’t mind, but for a first challenge? Incredible. Your makeup skills are impeccable and the pink is such a great choice with this concept, I’m just in awe of your contouring and highlight, because from first hand experience, its not easy to find the right colours of a colour-makeup. My nitpick would be that the wig isn’t doing it for me personally, it’s way too bright for this concept I think and if you used a more rosey pink than a neon, it could’ve worked a lot better? Besides that, great submission, mama!

Gluttoni: Lexi! This is super kawaii and everything I expected this design to bring and more. My favorite part is all the elements that go hand and hand with the mahou shoju (magical girls) aesthetic. I'm getting references of decora & lolita street fashions and I'm living for it. To be honest the fact that you got this accomplished this in less than four days blew me away. You told me before the competition that you were hungry for this title and without a doubt see that. Some slight changes I'd lack with this look are some of your blending techniques and shading. Your contour comes across as manly something a drag king would do per say. Round out your shapes on your face to really bring the female illusion. Besides that I have to give your props on a magnificent look. This look was definitely the most awe-inspiring look of the week.

Letha: Lexi, I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m shook. This look is so thoroughly realized and executed that I have very little to critique. The cloud with the shoes is adorable, with a touch a whimsy and the wings are very impressive. The sleeves are so cute and the dress itself is also well crafted. And those nails are EVERYTHING, whew! My main notes of critique would be that the pink makeup looks a touch severe with some harsh lines along the cheek bones, and that the silver brows get a touch lost in the shuffle of the face and could use more definition. The wig is also cute, but does look a touch Party City. But those are literally drops in the bucket when compared the the LOOK that you have created. Stunning work, Lexi, keep it up!

Toni: BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my gay ass i cannot with this. This is everything to me, the pink, the cloud the way its so fun and campy as well as being so cute. I think its such a smart look to make and it reads so well. Theres a clear connection between this and the original design. I do wish there was a bit more of coordination between the colors where it was 3 colors instead of 5 just to tie it all together. Your makeup looks so cute and I think it would be a bit better to darken those contours and really vamp it up an extra notch. I am so proud of you for turning this out so keep up the good work <3

Gii: LEXI. You’ve hit my weakness: metallic pink fluffy magical girl realness. There are a few things I’m going to nitpick but I can tell you put a ton of effort into this and the overall first impression is good! I legit thought you were sitting, I had no clue you were standing underneath that pedestal. However, I think there are a looooot of different things going on here...you have so many variants of pink metallic fabric, then the bow is one pattern and the wings are a totally different pattern. While I love each of those details individually, I can’t help but wish there was a little more cohesiveness to the look? Like, stick to one pattern (I’d say the fluffy wing one since it matches your pedestal), and if you’re going to use a different colored fabric on the sleeve, maybe include it somewhere on the dress as well so that they match. For the makeup, I am generally not a huge fan of coloring your skin, mainly because you put a lot of work into highlighting and contouring your face but then it contrasts a lot against the rest of your body which is not similarly contoured. I think the eyebrows didn’t show up very well either, though I love a glitter eyebrow! I think maybe if you outlined them faintly it would have improved the look a lot. Still, like I said, you worked hard this week and you really did a stellar job! Just work on outfit cohesiveness in future weeks!

Marcella Fox - Analyse Thropic’s Snake Concept

Firstly, I just want to point out that, as a Ravenclaw, I felt extremely disloyal making this outfit :p I didn’t think Ana’s design really fitted with my style, so I wanted to change it significantly. Similar to what I did with Katya’s latex, I wanted to simplify this and take it out of costume territory. I decided to use an existing green dress, with scale-like sequins, and complimented it with snakey accessories made from cardboard that I meticulously decoupaged with snakeskin-printed giftwrap. I opted for silver instead of gold, to give a sleeker look that would match my simpler style. I refined the busy headpiece into something more abstract but still very serpentine, with the yellow eye to pop out and turned the original collar idea into an actual snake that wraps around my arm and peers over my shoulder. To compensate deviating so much from the drawing, I decided to add extra accessories, making matching earrings, a belt and shoe embellishments. The overall effect is less theatrical than the original design - it still reads mysterious snake lady, but it’s much fresher and a lot more Marcella!

Lila: Ugh, you make me so jealous with how beautiful your face is. You look like a little porcelain doll and it just makes me so envious of you. I love this, it fits what Analyse did, but you’ve got that little charm of Marcella on it, and it’s such a different look as we’re used to seeing you in, like you’re giving me antagonist at Epsom ready to sabotage some horse racing to win the bets you’ve placed, honestly! I wish there was a little bit more to it, however, like I do wish there was a hooded aspect or a cloak of some sort, even like whipping up a piece of fabric or a bedsheet as a cape could’ve turned you from evil henchwoman from Epsom into the woman who owns the evil corporation? Anyways, I loved this concept, good job Marcie!

Gluttoni: Miss Fox. I must say I'm quite the fan of your body of work beyond this competition. You have a clear vision of your character and above all else I sense a sincerity in everything you do. Those traits are what's going to skyrocket you in this competition as well as your attention to in-depth details. Your makeup is so soft and clean which I think personally takes more skills than something very overt. Although I can't find anything "wrong" with your paint there are still things that can be done to take you to the very next level. You are beautiful canvas but dare I say a tad blank canvas with plenty of room to branch out and try something more. You have the fresh face female illusion down but I'd personally love stronger contours on you and I think you have the bone structure/skill to carry it well. Try more shading along your jawline, cheeks and temples just to bring a tad more DRAMA to your face. The outfit was where I was underwhelmed because the dress was too simple for this challenge. The scale connection was great but I was left wishing the silhouette lended more the slickness of a snake. The metallic accents were fab and I'm placing my order for some as we speak. If you had brought that same creativity to the rest of the look I think this challenge could have been yours for the taking.

Letha: What’sssssssssss up, Marcella? I really enjoy this look, it echoes a lot of Analyse’s concept, which was the assignment, while still staying true to your own aesthetic. The reptilian elements are there and they make sense. I wish the fascinator was a bit larger though. The makeup is signature Marcella, and you look beautiful, but I do kind of want more in terms of color? While the red lip makes sense with the green of the dress (while still not seeming Christmas), I think some green and gold/silver on the eyes might have pushed the envelope a little further. Also, I was not exactly known for wearing nails on TDR, but I have since learned they can both make an impact and tie a look together, so I would recommend even a small set (perhaps painted gold for this look)? They even sell double sided adhesives if you don’t want to use glue. But besides those little things, you did a GREAT job this week, strong work!

Toni: Taylor swift its a joy! I really enjoy this, you took a super elegant and high fashion design and made it into a wearable real cocktail look. It’s giving me “super villain at a art gallery ball ready to steal all the art and be thanked for it. “ its very that. i love the head piece and the shoe pieces. All of your accessorizing was very smart and fun, i do wish they were a bit bigger though. Makeup wise you paint beautifully and quiet feminine I might add, but I do wish there was a bit more color in the eyes for this look because it really could have tied it all together. I know you were struggling on what to do with your hair and I think this was a really good choice because it adds a level of elegance to the look. Good luck this week!

Gii: I know you said you adjusted Analyse’s design to match your style, but I still found myself wishing for more resemblance between your look and her design. I feel like I’m looking at two separate snake-themed looks, rather than one inspired by the other. The simplest way to close the gap would be to incorporate more yellow and gold, ideally by replacing all the silver accessories with gold. I don’t remember seeing much silver in the original design, and since the main color scheme was green and yellow I was really looking forward to seeing you rock that palette. Aside from that, the look is very well made for sure. It fits you well and the accessorizing is flawless, I really love the texture of the belts and the shape of the fascinator. I think your hairline could be a tad lower but it’s not a huge deal to me and I like it as is. Your makeup is the perfect example of “fishy but still drag” to me, although I would have liked to see green, gold, or even silver eyeshadow as a pop of color. On its own I would say this is a flawless look, but for this challenge I just don’t know if I can say this fulfilled the assignment as well as I’d like it to! Even though you say your style is very simplistic, I feel like this was the best opportunity to show a more intricate side (versatility amirite) and make a really impressive first impression. I think you’re one of the stronger queens in the cast, so I know you can step your game up and I want to see that!

Paprika - Sugar Monroe’s Flower Concept

So I got assigned Sugar’s sketch, which was exciting because I thought hers was really cute. I tried to blend elements of the original sketch with my personal style, so I went with a slightly different dress shape. I bought dollar tree out of purple and blue flowers and did the skirt in a similar pattern to the sketch, and went for a different sort of neckline with the petals and leaves. The flowers on the eye were my own personal touch, because I’m extra and I like to stick shit to my face. I was taping and gluing and all that jazz pretty much all day and I honestly loved it, I haven’t made anything like this before and I think the final product is really cute and really me, while still close to the original design.

Lila: You are literally so adorable! Your makeup is extremely stunning and the blue is such a great pop with your white dress and flowers! I love the dress, although a little simple, your interpretation meets what Sugar originally created quite well. I wish that you had some gloves or accessories, because it seems a little bear in the legs and arm area. If you made the capelet, that could’ve helped eliminate that empty feeling perhaps. You could’ve used white socks and overlapped the shoes, because the red is really throwing the concept off! Overall, I do like this however, good job!

Gluttoni: Beside being my favorite pointless seasoning, you are honestly one of my biggest obsessions within this race. Something about your persona just pulls me in and makes me fall in love with the things that you do. You are so soft and innocent with this look literally a breath of fresh air. I think this look is just very safe as a whole. I worry you don't have the resources or courage to take the proper risk that will get you wins in this competition and I hope you prove me wrong in that statement because the potential is there without a doubt. The eye work is simple and clean with I'm totally into and the eye flower arrangement added some much needed flare to this overall look. I'm beyond eager to get to know you more and help you along the way.

Letha: Awwww Pappy, this is such a cute look! I definitely see Sugar’s original concept here, which is great! It’s toned down a bit, and I don’t mind the dress at all, but I do wish there was a bit more. Had you made a small cape (going to maybe just the waist) and trimmed the edges of that with flowers, it would have kicked it up a little bit. Some jewelry (even flower bracelets or maybe a crown) also would have been cute (nails don’t hurt either!). The red shoes add a pop of color that ends up being out of place with the rest of the look (I understand being limited on shoes, but even doing a cover on them made of flowers could have worked). The hair is okay, but could use some more styling/volume. The flower eye is also a nice touch, but on the eye you did paint, I wish the crease was a little darker/more defined toward the new line you made. A bigger lash could also help it along! The lips are cute, I enjoy the shape you did with them. I would like perhaps a bit more blush, as the cheeks read a little flat. But overall, I think you did a good job adapting the look and you should be proud of it!

Toni: Okay so if sugars was the wedding gown yours is the matching flwoer girl outfit. i really like this, its a bit simple but for your first outfit this is verry nice and well done> i lovev the trimming you could have dotted a few flowers above it to add a bit more. I want you to start trying to shape your body a bit more as well as carve your face more because right now you look very 10 year old girl which is cute but if you shaped your body and contoured it could be sicking 16 year old diva bitch. Good luck next week dear <3

Gii: GOD flower eyepatches are my weakness. I have to admit I was a little worried for you because I didn’t know what resources you had, but this turned out really nicely! Your choice of flowers was perfect, and the dress fits you really well. The little design on your chest with the flowers and leaves was artfully done and I think that was a perfect touch. I think the wig could have been brushed out a tad so it looked a little less narrow, and I would have liked to see a bit more pink just because I’m a sucker for pink/blue/purple florals. I do think this was a bit of a safe look (but like, good safe) and there were some details you could have added to make this into more of a high look. The easy road would have been to find some matching jewelry and maybe something as a headpiece -- accessorizing is really what makes a look polished! The more challenging road would have been to add even more flowers, so instead of lining the hem maybe they’re sort of all over the bottom of the dress similar to Sugar’s design. Ideally you could do both haha but given that most queens only have the weekend to work on their looks, good job!

Phoebe St. Jefferson - Giraffez Doris Buckel’s Rainbow Concept

Hey Judges :* This week I got my inspiration from the one the only icon legend herself Giraffez! The drawing I got featured a cute mermaid cut pride dress, and so I decided to take the inspiration of rainbows to create a look fit for my TDR debut! I have a girly white dress, where I attatched felt strips to make a rainbow going all the way around. Then I took a jacket and hot glued cotton balls on it to make clouds. For my head, I fabricated a rainbow headpiece, and I wore my white wig to make it look like the rainbow was shooting out of a cloud. Giraffez also gave me a cute picture of what she wanted her make up to look like on the drawing, so I decided it would make a fun mask to wear on the runway. Woooooooooo

Lila: Girl, you and your poses always have me cracking up, it’s like you’re in The Office doing somehting mischevious and then the camera just pans to you, I love it! Your outfit is so damn cute, it works well with what Giraffez gave you and that coat, jesus that coat, I can’t believe you had the perseverance to sit and hot glue all those cotton balls to a coat. For me, I wish your hair was a little bigger, if you rat tailed and hair spray that beautiful white lace front into a cloud shape, it could’ve added an amazing element to your concept. Overall, this is a good submission, Phoebs!

Gluttoni: Phoebe! PHOEBE! I'm so delighted the community gets to see your gorgeous smile and bambi eyes again in the tag. Not making it on cycles past has suited you well because look how far you've grown as a queen! Giraffez gave you a hard ball assignment this week because you were in danger of either being to simple or too tacky and I have to give it to you and say you attacked this like a fucking pro. This is definitely one of my favorites just because of your keen eye for detail. The cloud coat is EVERYTHING (a little crafty looking) but everything nonetheless . My favorite part is a choice on your part the understand fashion and proportions to make the rainbow more tangible and provide the proper negative space to make it figuratively and literally shine. This is something I would totally imagine you wearing to a show of your own someday because above all else it shows your personality. I will warn you though I need to see some more advanced makeup skills but I only say that because I trust that you can do so. Good job my love. P.S The mask murdered me!

Letha: This look is as adorable as you are, Phoebe! You look like you should be doing the weather for a really gay news station, and I love that. The clouds and the rainbow translated well to your creation, but I do feel like the headpiece is a touch lackluster. I like the white wig, but would have preferred you to inject it with some volume by doing some backcombing. The makeup is okay, but I would have liked to have see more color. The red lip pops a lot, but the rainbow you tried to do on the eye comes across as a little muddy/muted. I would suggest a white base like Nyx Jumbo Eye Pencil in Milk to help those colors pop more. Some white brows, or even rainbow ones, would also have been really cool! All in all, this is a solid submission Phoebe, good job!

Toni: Hey bitch!! I love this, i think it its very you and I like this a lot more than the original design. I think the jacket makes it cute and summery and fun and the head pieces turns it into a look rather than just a dress. I want to see your lips lined a bit more next time and your eyes a bit more blended. I also want to start seeing more conceptual things form you.I love a good white wig I just wish you had brushed this one out a bit more so it has more volume and looks a bit less stringy and more cloud like. Over all I really enjoyed this.

Gii: I’m a sucker for rainbow-themed looks, so I knew I was immediately going to like anything you did! I love the dress but I especially love the cloud-themed jacket as your main accessory, it is really what sold this look for me. I do wish it was a bit puffier -- you could pull apart those cotton balls to make them really fluffy and poofy and I bet that would have looked super cute. Without doing that though, I think I would have preferred a bolero-style jacket -- basically a jacket that doesn’t end at the waist, but a little below the bust. It’s usually a little hard to find those types of jackets though, so I understand. The wig definitely needs some styling -- a side part, at the very least. A center hair part is usually not flattering unless you’re styling it into an updo! And while I appreciate that you wanted the headpiece to match the rainbows on the dress, I think you could have utilized the rainbow theme in a more fashionable headpiece. I’m also not sure how to feel about the makeup too much. I think the bottom lashes age you a little bit, though I commend you on the effort of even putting in big draggy lashes. But since you are going for big draggy lashes, you gotta remember to draw your liner and crease even higher so they don’t get hidden! The eyeshadows are a little faint as well, I would recommend patting them on. It takes longer than just sweeping with a brush, but it’s the best way to guarantee maximum pigmentation. Overall I think this may be somewhat safe for my taste, but it is still a very good safe!

Sugar Monroe - Klinker’s CD Concept

Hey judges! Today I have for you a cascade of broken CD realness. In the original design, the CDs were purple, but I couldn’t find any so I just used the silver iridescent ones and paired it with a black mesh top because black and silver go really good together. The materials I used were: broken CDs, some thick gauge clear vinyl for the skirt, and a black mesh body suit. Oh! And superglue. Lots of superglue. Haha anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this look as much as I enjoyed making it. Stay Sweet!

Lila: Sugar Monroe, I am in love with this design. Your colour scheme works well with Klinker’s CD concept and you’ve made it work for you. I’m in love with this sheer bodysuit and solid bra combination, and your acrylic CD skirt is amazing. Now girl, I hope the next challenge you do I see some nails! and my wish is that I wanted a little headpiece or CD necklace or earrings, just something to tighten the look around your head area I think would’ve helped a lot. Overall, good submission this week, Shugs!

Gluttoni: Sugar, my sweet! I'm so happy to be in your presence again. You were a fierce competitor then as you are now. I'm glad you are back with a new and improved attitude and what seems to be a revamped style. It's something both I expect from you as well as just enough of something new to make me want to see more of what you can do. I have a personal problem with the brow shape. The front is too messy for my liking and the shape I think doesn't suit you well but I have to say you've stepped up you brow coverage tenfold. The outfit was just a little under designed for my taste but it's so simple and flattering that it works but please do rest on your habit of top and circle skirt this time around. I'm seeing you grow before my eyes just be sure your progression is steady and key word for you is consistent.

Letha: I love the colors here, Sugar! It differs somewhat from Klinker’s design but still reads with the CDs. I love what you did with the skirt, I just wish there was more to the look! Compared to the bottom half, the top is a little meh, even though it is cute. Using more CDs in other areas would have helped it along, either as accessories or as appliqués on the top, but the necklace is quite pretty. The hair is cute, and honestly could have been left as is if there was a cute little headpiece on top (it’s a little plain by itself though). The makeup is getting better all the time, and I love the lip combo you made, just work on cleaning up your lip lines (use lip brush your lipstick for sharp lines or clean up the edges with a concealer/foundation, or both). Also, how u gonna take a face pic with a hand on your chest and not have a nail on???? I know from experience that it can be a bitch to do things like filming with nails on, but they really do complete a look. Still, the look is a cute one, good job!

Toni:Hey sugar, you’ve been through this, you;re back, you’re my sister so ima keep it 100 with you. You’ve grown so much since c8 and ive loved watching ti and every time you perform I can tell you’re getting better and better so i really want to see you PUSH YOURSELF on c9, and this my dear isn’t doing that for me. It’s a bit simple and a step down from kilnkers design I think you could have added more cd’s to the time as well as made some cool designs that would have really made this a stunner. You’re makeup is really nice and I love this wig but it is your standard shape so i would like to see something new from you. Over all though I’m glad to see you’re improving.

Gii: Welcome back! I get to judge you again. To be honest, I thought you were undeservedly in the bottom too many times last cycle, so I’m really glad you get this second chance to redeem yourself. The look is a bit pedestrian, but I can still see so much growth from last cycle. It fits you decently, your paint is flawless, and you hold yourself with a little more confidence. I do wish the skirt was just a bit higher since right now it’s not at the most flattering level -- check out high-waisted skirts for relevance, when worn correctly they are so good looking on body types like yours! I really love the CD shards too, so much that part of me wishes there was even more -- a headpiece or jewelry or something on the top half to match the bottom half! Your makeup has gotten so much nicer as well. I think you could stand to make your lips larger and rounder, and I probably would make your eyebrows a little more square and less droopy near the inner corners. The hair is a bit flat on you as well and I think you could have fluffed it up to give it some volume! Voluminous hair will help a lot with exaggerating your proportions for drag. But amid all this nitpicking, seriously, I’m looking forward to seeing much more from you this cycle! Though the look could be touched up a tad, I don’t think you’ll be in the bottom this week.

#tdr #tdrc9 #main challenge #Analyse Thropic #Avana Noire #Daddie Dearest #Dotte Com #Ebony Boss #Giraffez Doris Buckel #Klinker #Judah Kiss #Marcella Fox #Lexi Lamour #Paprika #Phoebe St. Jefferson #Sugar Monroe

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Title: We Danced Characters: Malia Tate + Theo Raeken (mentions of others) Brief Synopsis: Malia feels some sort of way after seeing her ex-pack members at the Stilinski/McCall wedding. Writer’s Notes: Took about forever, but it’s finally done. Still not completely happy with it.

Theo watched as Melissa McCall and Sheriff Stiliniski danced in the middle of the reception area. He admired how happy they were as they were wrapped up in each other. Everything about the newly wedded couple exuded happiness. Their shared gazes, laughter, and smiles - it struck a bit of jealousy into the young doctor’s heart. He knew that there wasn’t a chance that he would get to experience that kind of joy, nor did he deserve to. Oddly enough, he was okay with it.

He was brought out of his thoughts by an overwhelming sense of sadness. Theo looked up to see Malia’s eyes begin to glisten with tears. His eyes darkened and nose flared wondering what had pushed the sadness to such a peak. They then followed her stare onto the dance floor where Stiles, Lydia, Scott, and Kira had joined the older couple. Each male paired off with their girlfriends and at that moment, it was as if they were witnessing a triple wedding. All three seemed so sickeningly in love that it actually made him nauseous.

“I’ll be right back,” Malia said as she got off his lap. Within seconds, she had filtered her way through the crowd and into the woods. Theo pushed himself out of his chair, but not without a strong grip enveloping his elbow. A low growl spilled from the chimera as his attention snapped back to see who in their right mind would stop him. His gaze was met with Derek’s, who had a smirk of amusement rested smugly on his features. “Easy Sparky, just gotta give her a head start,” the older male instructed. Braeden, who was occupied the werewolf’s lap, simply nodded in agreement. A few seconds droned by and Theo was free. “Have fun,” Derek called towards Theo’s retreating figure. The were-coyote had walked in the general direction his date took off in, concerned for her wellbeing although he knew that Malia was more than equipped to care for herself. He continued the trek, a few paces behind the brunette. His eyes looked down at the dress shoes he wore and chuckled - they were not all that accommodating for the impromptu hike his date brought on him. Deciding he didn’t care too much about them, he jogged up to the brunette. “Malia,” he said, his hand slipped into hers. “Theo, just leave me alone. Please,” she pleaded as continued her brisk walk further into the woods. “You know, I would but you made me promise not to leave your side, so…” Theo shrugged as he managed to match her speed. “Lia, where are you going? The hotel is the other way,” he informed as he took a quick scan of the area; they hadn’t really walk too far off from the party. “You know if you wanted to go hiking, you could have just said so? Probably would have been better if it were in the daytime, y’know? Before… or after the wedding. Preferably in different clothes,” he rambled.

Malia stopped dead in her tracks, yanked her hand from Theo’s, and snapped, “Just leave me alone! I want to be by myself.” Theo’s brows quirked as a smirk spilled onto his features. Her eyes narrowed at him and a small rumblings of a growl could be heard. The usual growl of annoyance which was caused by the smirk she claimed to ‘hate.’ Granted, Theo reasoned with himself, that he did smirk at times when he shouldn’t. It fell into an easy grin. “Is that what you really want, Lia? To be alone? Because if so, I’ll turn around and let you do whatever and go wherever you want. But you can’t say that I went back on the promise or tell me that I have to pay you back because I didn’t do what you said the way you wanted me to. I’m not about playing games,” he stated with a rise and fall of his shoulders.

Theo stood patiently, waiting for an answer. His blue eyes took her in. How she crossed her arms, almost as if she were trying to hold herself. He could see the softness of her features that showed a frailness within her. Her eyes were sad and downcast. A sigh was pushed out of him and he walked closer to Malia. When he was within reach of her, his hands went to hers and uncrossed her arms. It was a risky move as he knew that she didn’t completely trust him, but he had to take the situation into his own hands since her stubbornness was unrelenting. Someone had to. Theo wrapped his arm around her lithe figure and held her close.

“How about this: one dance then I’ll leave you alone,” he said, his voice soothing and low. “That’s what you wanted, right? One dance to make them jealous. So come on,” Theo urged. His hand grazed down her side and attempted to guide her back with a bit of pressure. Malia didn’t budge, she simply put his arms back around her and buried her face into his neck - all without a word. Theo chuckled at how simple, yet complex his roommate was, and how well he knew her. He reached into his pocket for his phone and with a few taps of his thumb, he played a shuffle on his Pandora radio app. Brad Paisley’s “We Danced” started to play.

Theo took off his jacket and tossed it next to a large rock next to them. He then threw his phone, which landed softly on the jacket. Once again, Theo decided to take the lead and swayed them both gently to the music.

And we danced Out there on that empty hardwood floor The chairs up and the lights turned way down low The music played, we held each other close And we danced

His ears picked up the quiet whimpers of his date. Soon after, he felt his shirt start to stick to his shoulder. Theo held in a sigh. After a few months of living together, he had quickly come to dislike when Malia would cry, especially when it came to her ex-pack members. They had caused her so much heartache as it was, he wondered why she did not just cut the group out of her life. He didn’t spend too much time thinking about it, because he could care less about them and their weird Full House-like tendencies. Of course common sense came into play and he understood how much nostalgia and the art of letting go could be a difficult thing to master. To him, not so much, but he was never one to get too attached. At least not until recently. As Malia hugged him closer, Theo released his sigh and began to rub her back.

And from that moment There was never any doubt I had found the one That I had always dreamed about And then one evenin’ When she stopped by after work I pulled a diamond ring out of the pocket of my shirt And as her eyes filled up with tears She said, “This is the last thing I expected” And then she took me by the hand And said, “I’ll only marry you on one condition”

They swayed in unison with Theo humming softly along to the song. He could feel the tension in his date’s body and her sadness slowly melt away. Malia sniffled and wiped her face on Theo’s shirt. A chuckle interrupted his hums. The chimera couldn’t help but think that his roommate still lacked a certain elegance by her actions, which he found to be both rude and amusing. She smiled and he continued to croon. He felt her sigh and relax even more into him. There were quiet taps from the hardwood floor of the wedding reception. Theo deduced that the newlyweds’ song had wrapped up and everyone had dispersed.

And we danced Out there on that empty hardwood floor The chairs up and the lights turned way down low The music played, we held each other close And we danced

Not long after, he heard the familiar bickering of Scott, Stiles, and Lydia. He gathered that Kira had to be close by, as always. He picked up Liam and Mason goofing off a little behind their Alpha. Theo attempted to sing a notch louder and as soon as he did, the bickering stopped and was replaced by shushing sounds. His eyes rolled at the thought of the perfect pack nearing them. He could already sense the annoying, intrusive questions being thrown about in each of their minds - all except for Mason and Liam who knew more than the others.

Like no one else had ever danced before I can’t explain what happened on that floor But the music played We held each other close And we danced Yeah, we danced

As the song rounded out to an end, Theo gave Malia a tiny nudge. The brunette lifted her head and looked up at her date. For a short instance, a breath caught in Theo’s throat at the softness and vulnerability that splayed across the woman’s features knocked the air out of his lungs. It like a swift punch to the gut, one that he had literally experienced many times from the woman in his arms. The temporary and rareness of it brought upon a sensation that the young doctor to be had never experienced before. He pushed aside those foreign feelings and framed her face with his hands. Gently, the pads of his thumbs wiped away the tracks that her tears had left behind. His eyes bore into hers, searching for… something. All he could find was what he tried to avoid, not because she didn’t deserve it, but he didn’t. He wasn��t the one that can give it to her. Theo pleaded to himself to stay strong and remember that this weekend, he was there for her. “A promise is a promise,” he whispered before leaning in and pressing a soft, lingering kiss on his date’s lips.

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dr0wning-in-hell · 8 years ago

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Hybrids - Teen Wolf pt 2

Summary : A pack of supernatural beings let you into their pack but you can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched. One night after a high school party, your dreams are invaded and you and your new found friends are threatened by the one who turned you into what you are today

Word Count : 2k+

Warnings : slight smut, threats, slight blood, dead bodies, The Vampire Diaries / The Originals, fluff? I believe that’s all.

Prompt : Another idea from my head, that’s all.

Pairing : hybrid!reader x teen wolf characters (Scott McCall)

A/N : okay, so a lot of you liked the first part which made me so happy, so here’s the second part! I’m bringing in The vampire Diaries / The Originals because it all goes with my on going plot line.

part one

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You had just walked out of your first period class, the words Scott said to you right before you walked in still ringing in your ears. You couldn’t tell if he was starting to grow feelings for you or not, he was to good at keeping his chemosignals under control. As you all parted ways to go to your other classes the feeling of being watched was sending a tingle up your spine. Walking a bit faster to your class, you still couldn’t shake off the feeling. You ran into class, nearly pushing a few students into the wall or each other, the feeling disappeared. which sort of calmed your nerves but not by much.

“Alright class, today we will be in groups of two.” The teacher said as soon as he stood up from his desk. The class cheered, but then feel silent at the next words the teacher spoke. “And I will be assigning your partners.” The class groaned but the teacher just ignored it, quickly pairing the students together.

“Miss. Y/L/N, you will be with Mr. McCall.” You looked back not even noticing the Scott was two rows back from you. He smiled, giving a small wave before gathering his things and sitting next to you. You smiled back, moving your books aside so that he had room for his. The teacher explained to the class what the assignment was and the instructions to get it done. You and Scott started out in silence, reading over the packet one more time just to make sure you understood everything. When you two started on the task it was still pretty quiet, Scott would ask for a few materials and you’d hand them to him, then your mind would drift off.

A hand waving in front of your face snapped you out of the thoughts of being watched. “Hey, Y/N are you okay? You seem a bit out of it today.” Scott said as he continued on with the assignment. You nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just feel like I’m being watched…” You mumbled. Scott quirked an eyebrow. Sighing you explain more. “I’ve been in Beacon Hills for almost a month, the first week I was fine, but at the beginning of the second week I felt like someone was watching me, like they were studying me. I don’t know if it’s just nerves, or moving again, or what, but I just feel like someone is waiting to pounce on me.” Scott’s eyebrows furrowed, making creases in his forehead. You held back the urge to smile, instead deciding to look down.

Scott’s hand landed on your knee, making you look up at him. “You’ll be okay, you’ve got us, you’ve got the pack to look after you- I’ll look after you.” Laughing softly you take the materials from Scott and finish the project within seconds.

“No offense Scott, but I’m not entirely sure that your pack likes me. Especially that one girl…what’s her name, Mia?” Scott chuckles.

“Malia.” He corrects you. “And she’ll come around, it just takes time with her.” You nodded. The class went on pretty fast from then on, you and Scott working on other class work since the two of you were the first ones to finish.

Lunch had rolled around and in all honesty you didn’t feel like sticking around in the school for much longer. As you gathered your things you couldn’t help but feel the stares from multiple different people behind you. Slamming your locker shut, you adjust the grip on your bag and turn around. Scott’s pack stood there, smiles on their baby like faces. Raising an eyebrow, you look over all of them.

“What?” You asked. Lydia grinned, a grin that obviously meant something good or bad.

“We’re taking you to a party tonight.” She said. You laughed.

“No you’re not.”

“Yes we are. Scott told us that you think we don’t like you, and this will be the perfect time for us to get to know you, so you’re going.” Lydia says again. You could already tell that there was no point in arguing with them so you huffed, agreeing with her. She clapped her hands together, far to excited about this.

“Great! Well, since I don’t have any classes left and you’re obviously about to leave you and I are going out shopping.” She grabbed your hand, dragging you away with you groaning behind her. Scott had walked up to the group right as you and Lydia left. Even though you were outside the school by now you could still hear him ask,

“Where are those two going?”

Stiles was the one who answered his question. “Lydia is taking Y/N out dress shopping for the party that we’re dragging her to tonight.”

Lydia had dragged you to just about every single store in the mall, and there you were with nothing- not a single bag yet. Lydia huffed as you two continued to walk around the mall. She stopped, her head twisting to the left. Her pink tinted lips tuned upwards, her hand reaching out and grabbing yours and dragging you into another store. She walked around, going through all the racks until she pulled out a dress. It was a short, mauve colored dress with a large opening in the back and zipper right down the middle. Lydia smirks, throwing you the dress and ushering you over to the dressing rooms.

“Alright, come on out!” She called from the other side of the dressing room. You opened the door, Lydia’s jaw hanging low as she looked at you. “Damn, you look gorgeous Y/N, you’ll be knocking out anyone who sees you in this dress.” She smiled. “You’re getting that one.”

You shake your head. “I don’t have the money for this dress, Lydia, I can’t even afford a motel room.” You huffed. Lydia shrugged.

“I’ll pay for it, and don’t worry about paying me back, I got this.” She shoved you back into the dressing room and you changed while Lydia went to go find a dress for herself. As you were putting your clothes back on the feeling of someone watching you came back. Your claws extended, mind racing. When you lifted your head up yo couldn’t see anyone, no one else was in the room with you. You changed quickly after that, rushing out of the dressing room and looking for Lydia.

You found her at the front counters, paying for the dresses. After she was finished the two of you walked out to her car, making small talk as you made your way outside. Lydia unlocked the car doors and you both got in, going to her house because she was so very desperate to do your hair and makeup for this party. It took her about two hours to get you ready and then she got herself ready afterwards. When she was done she picked up her phone and dialed one of her friends.

Hanging up, she turned around and looked at you. “Kira and Malia are on their way to pick us up, and from there we’ll go to the party.” She informed you. You nodded and waited for the other girls to show up. It took roughly 15 to 20 minutes for them to get to Lydia’s house, but you didn’t mind the wait. When the two girls got there you and Lydia walked out to Kira’s car, both the coyote and fox whistling at the two of you. You chuckled, scooting into the back seat along with Lydia. As soon as you were strapped in Kira sped down to wherever this party was being held. You weren’t even close to the house and you could already smell the alcohol and hear the blaring music. The four of you stepped out of the car and walked to the front door, opening it and not at all surprised to see drunk teenagers from Beacon High.

“Let’s go find the others!” Malia yelled over the music. You nodded and the group padded their way through the large, sweaty crowd to find Liam, Scott, Stiles, and a three other kids in the backyard. Liam twisted his head, smiling and waving your group of four over to him and the others.

“There you are! We’ve been waiting for you!” Stiles said, obviously a bit tipsy. Malia stood by his side, his arm wrapped around her waist. You looked at the other three kids awkwardly, not knowing who they were. Stiles caught your gaze. “Right! Y/N, this is Mason, Hayden, and Corey!” He introduced you to the three. You narrowed your eyes at Corey, his small body tensing at your intense stare.

“Chimera.” You grumbled then looked at Hayden. “Werewolf.” Mason. “Human?” You tilted your head. His eyes widened.

“How could you tell what we were?” He asks, amazed.

“I’m part vampire part werewolf, my sense of smell is stronger, and you three.” You point to the three younger kids. “Give off a strong smell.” They don’t say anything, instead they walk into the house along with Liam, Malia, Stiles, Lydia, and Kira. You stayed out in yard, Scott for some reason staying behind as well. You leaned against one of the wood pillars, gazing up as the stars as you tuned out everything around you- except for the surprising comforting feeling of Scott. He stood next to you, his back pressed to the pillar your arms were resting on. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you could tell that he was staring at you.

Eventually he started to break the silence. “You look beautiful, Y/N. I forgot to say that when you walked in.” He said. You turned your head, smiling a bit as you looked at him. He was wearing a dark colored shirt, black jeans, a leather jacket, and what looked to be Converse. He looked great too you couldn’t help but admit that to yourself.

“Thanks, you look good too.” He smiles, a smile that would have made your heart flutter if you had a heartbeat. It was silent again, a nice silence that made you feel comfortable.

“Why’d you decide to come to Beacon? I mean, yeah your parents were some of the founders, but there has to be more than family ties to bring you back.” Scott says, grabbing your attention once more. You shrugged, eyes still locked on the night sky.

“I don’t know honestly, I guess I just wanted to come home. I haven’t been here in decades, and since there haven’t been any hunters after me lately, I thought that now would be the time to come home.” Scott nodded. His hand fell on yours, making your eyes drift down from the sky. He smiled and dragged you inside, automatically dancing when you two entered the room. Several people stared at you in awe, most of them drunk and horny teenage boys. You and Scott danced to the loud music, only a few feet apart until he got sudden burst of confidence. His arms were wrapped around you in a second, pulling you closer to his body. You arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, closing off the little space that was left between you two. Without either of you thinking you both started to grind on each other, each movement matching the beat of the music. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, eyes gazing up into Scott’s chocolate brown ones through your eyelashes. You were lost in the music, not having felt like this in forever.

A few hours later the party had ended, everyone going home. Malia drove a very drunk Stiles back home, Kira giving Lydia a lift, and everyone else finding their own ways home. Since you were staying at Scott’s house he drove the two of you home in his car. The ride back was almost and awkward silence, but it hadn’t yet reached that level.

Scott pulled up into his driveway, giving you a small smile before the two of you got out of the vehicle. You walked up to his bedroom while he got something to drink, pulling out one of your t-shirts before slipping out of your dress. You hadn’t realized that Scott had walked in on you slipping off your shirt. You didn’t mind that he was standing there watching you, plenty of people had seen you countless times over the centuries. He coughed awkwardly as he walked into the room. You walked to the bathroom, washing your face and taking your hair down from its place, your eyes looking into the mirror- watching Scott.

When you walked back out Scott was under his covers, only in sweats. This didn’t bother you either, so you got yourself nice and cozy under the comforter, you and Scott just staring at one another.

“I know you want to say something.” You said, adjusted your head on your arm as you looked at Scott’s face, his eyes tired.

“I do, I just don’t know how to say it? I don’t know, I mean I’ve only known you for two days and I think I already have feelings for you.” He mumbled. Your senses were right, like always. You smiled softly at him, reaching out and stroking his cheek softly.

“I haven’t had feelings for anyone in nearly a century, and I can tell you that I feel the same way.” He smiled. “I think I have feelings for you too.” After your last words his lips were pressed firmly to yours, his hand on the side of your head and pulling you closer to him. He pulled away, needing air to fill his lungs. You smiled at him, your hand falling from his cheek and going down his arm until your hand was resting on his back. Your bodies were pressed together, no room left between them.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Scott mumbled, closing his eyes. You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Goodnight, Scott.”

Blood. It was everywhere. You couldn’t tell if you were dreaming or if you were actually awake.

Bodies laid everywhere, the moonlight casting a white, ghosting light over the deceased. Your eyes were looking over everything, trying to figure out if you were dreaming or not.

“Y/N..” A voice whispered.

No. No, it couldn’t be him, he was dead. He is dead.

Your head snapped back, eyes landing on the person you had hoped you would never see again.

His eyes bored into yours, making you shiver. He stepped closer, closing off the foot long gap. His hand brushed your cheek and you flinched back.

“Still so beautiful…to bad you’re going to be dead soon.” Your eyes widened. “I’m coming back for you and everyone you care about. You left me for dead, now I’m going to kill you.” His hands clasped your head, twisting your head and snapping your neck.

You gasped, your body bolting upright. Your body was shaking violently, and you were wheezing, even though you weren’t able to breathe. You involuntarily woke Scott up with your loud wheezing. In seconds he had gripped your arms, trying to get you to look at him. You eyes were glossy, full of tears. Scott’s thumbs went under your eyes, brushing away the falling tears.

“Hey, hey calm down. You’re okay, it was just a bad dream.” He said. He sounded tired and you felt bad for having woke him up. You shook your head, your own hands holding onto Scott’s.

“It wasn’t a dream. It was a threat. He’s coming for me. For us.” You whispered in a shaky breathe. Scott’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Who?” Your E/C eyes looked directly into Scott’s brown ones.

“Klaus Mikaelson.”

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