#these gifs are. not great. the colouring is not great. but you gotta understand i was in the seventh circle of hell with em

[sillyabtmusic]

hi bully - touched

[whyse7vn]

BOOK CLUB -

[ ot7 x reader ]

MILLIONAIRE CLUB + tae

8 participants - 8 online

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tae: my girl tell me to shut up and i do

hobi: do you have schizophrenia

jk: ong

my girl tell me to shut up i kill myself

yoongi: it’s 6 in the morning

tae: so…

i’ve been seeing someone…

jimin: as in dating??

namjoon: therapy?

hobi: hallucinations?????

y/n: gm 😚

jk: omg my girl online what do i do >.<

jin: send nudes

jk: u first

jin: ?

jk: ??

jin: send it to HER

jk: ohhhhh

yoongi: ur girl?

namjoon: our book is out btw

tae: we wrote a book?

jk: did my story about the aggressive zebra in my room make it in

jimin: what

tae: i don’t remember writing a book

namjoon: no

jk: wtf :/

hobi: he needs to leave those drugs ALONE i’m telling you

jin: awoman

tae: did you write it without me??

y/n: if exo and superjunior are at our doors with ak47’s and bombs in the next 48 hours don’t act surprised

jimin: i could take them all tbh 🥱

jk: in bed?

jimin: stop talking to me

tae: do i still get paid for the book?

namjoon: ur overreacting

jimin: ????

DID YOU NOT SEE WHAT THAT NASTY MANCHILD SAID??????

namjoon: not you

y/n: I AM NOT

they’re gonna come get us i’m not joking

hobi: what if they bring all of nct with them

yk for back up

y/n: the end of bts for realzies

yoongi: dramatic

jk: let’s bomb the sm building

tae: is it like a colouring book?

namjoon: tae stop talking

tae: ur not my girl i don’t answer to you

hobi: where do we get a bomb?

jimin: bet namjoon knows

namjoon: ??

why would i know

jin: but i like shinee

y/n: REAL

we have to think about this

yoongi: still 6 in the morning btw

jimin: okay big ben like???

jin: yoongi can you not be a hater rn

yoongi: get a job

jin: i just wrote a book actually

namjoon: technically

jin: shut the FUCK up

tae: SO YOU DID DO IT WITHOUT ME

hobi: what if we bombed it while shinee wasn’t there

jk: what about nct??

i think they’re cool

jimin: idc what you think tbh

y/n: i agree

jimin: great minds think alike

y/n: make sure shinee and nct are out

ALL of nct

jimin: nvm

jin: isn’t there like 400 of them

lowkey impossible

namjoon: 400 is a major exaggeration

there like 20 of them??

something like that

y/n: gotta make sure marks safe >.<

yoongi: ?

jk: what

tae: is the book only in korean?

jin: someone put a muzzle on him omg

hobi: isn’t he into that?

jin: ur right the only option is to kill myself

jimin: this bomb plan is getting long i’m out

hobi: yikes

same

y/n: hobi :C

hobi: sorry :c

jk: i’m also out i have a new mission

jimin: to shower??

sorry couldn’t help myself

i’m actually not sorry

i could help myself

i like to lie sometimes

jin: kim seokjin is also out

y/n: fine me it’s gonna be me yoongi and joon to save us all then

namjoon: i never said i was in?

y/n: you never said you were out?

namjoon: out

yoongi: i’m not involved

y/n: FINE

you all SUCK

poor lonely y/n will save the day then

assholes

we have to get them first

like are you guys suicidal??

hobi: a bit

y/n: i’m just gonna save myself then

hobi: saving you saving me

i really love nct

y/n: hope they get you first

hobi: i’ll literally become an nct member

i’ll be in wayV

jk: ur not chinese

unless…

jin: wayV isnt nct that’s two different groups??

namjoon: isn’t the group just called nct 127?

jin: like they are all under 127?

yoongi: so what’s nct dream then?

jimin: isn’t there an nct u??

jk: me?

jin: so the people that sung the perfume song are 127 not wayv???

y/n: no dojaejung are a separate unit

but they are also in nct 127

namjoon: what

yoongi: superm is also 127?

jimin: i’m having a stroke

this is so jin core

jin: excuse me??

jimin: ??

hobi: fake fans

you would never understand this nct life i live

namjoon: ur right

yoongi: what is going on

jk: have fun with nct i’ll miss you

jin: i’m back on the plan of bombing sm cuz wtf was that

unnecessary as HELL

down with sm

and all their fucking units

tae: can i get my money from the book now or…

yoongi: why are you still talking about the book

jimin: the broke era is really getting bad

y/n: begging for money is insane

tae: i’m NOT begging

y/n: so what are you doing?

tae: humbly asking for my cut?

i’m a businessman

i’m a millionaire for a reason

namjoon: act like it

tae: um?

rude but i’ll let it slide

pay up

now

someone

anyone

preferably now would be nice

JIMIN DID YOU JUST REQUEST 4K FROM ME WHAT THE HELL??

jimin: don’t have it millionaire?

tae: ofc i do!!!!!

but why in my right mind would i give YOU out off all people any of MY money

y/n: if you are in ur right mind i must be fucking insane oh my god

jin: about to cut some watermelon

hobi: yummy

jk: what if nct are all robots made by russia to spy on all of us

tae: what

jk: i’ll kill mark first

to test the theory

tae: ur not talking about my money and it’s making me itch stfu pls

yoongi: itch?

hobi: are you a crack addict?

jimin: namjoon would know a lot about that

namjoon: no i wouldn’t

stop saying that

jin: this watermelon just squirted on me

feeling violated

y/n: wtf?

hobi: i don’t think that’s normal

jimin: how tf a watermelon squirt

jk: pics

yoongi: what is wrong with you

namjoon: let’s do a phone detox

let’s all turn our phones off

for a month

tae: IM ITCHINGGGGG

jimin: namjoon 1 hour off the drugs

hobi: highkey gross get some cream or something??

jin: right i’m trying to eat here

namjoon: i don’t do drugs

jin: what if i sent a watermelon with a bomb in it to sm

namjoon: leave sm alone

jin: never

i’ll send a bomb for every unit they confused the poor world with

jk: 82

jimin: something about that number seems wrong

jk: 127

yoongi: didn’t laugh

y/n: think you did

tae: itched so hard i’m bleeding

hobi: we’re gonna let them kill tae before the bombs are sent right?

tae: ??

jin: that’s stupid

tae: right like 😭😭

jin: ofc lmao

tae: what

y/n: now we have a book out can we start a book club

namjoon: that would be cute

yoongi: idk if tae knows how to read like that

jk: i love boobs

*books

i SWEAR I MEANT TO SAY BOOKS

PLS BELIEVE ME

jimin: i don’t believe you

jk: PLS

tae: i love the sound of “book club”

hobi: ???

y/n: “book club”??

tae: what?

jin: he’s gonna say something dumb

tae: book club is code for sex?

jin: told you

y/n: what

hobi: bro

jk: it is?

yoongi: no

tae: guys i think ur getting old

all the kids know that

jk: i would like to try book club

did i say it right?

like the kids would

tae: no it’s gotta be more like

wanna join my book club 😉

jk: wanna join my book club 😉

tae: perfect

jk: i don’t have a book club tho

tae: that doesn’t matter

jk: i don’t like lying

i don’t think i can do this

yoongi: same

yoongi left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

tae: he’s mad he’s old

doesn’t know the slang of todays children

jin left left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

tae: lame

@y/n wanna join my book club 😉

y/n left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

jk: DON’T TALK TO HER LIKE THAT YOU NASTY LITTLE LIAR

jk left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

tae: lol wtf he mad as hell

hobi left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

jimin left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

namjoon: i really hope the person that you’re seeing is actually a therapist

namjoon left “MILLIONAIRES CLUB + tae”

[runawayonryo]

In the Beast's Den

Karl heisenberg x reader

Chapter 13: build me up buttercup

Yay I'm back!

You sit on your shared bed, Karl stomping across the old wooden floor angrily.

"That bitch! Damn it if she finds you it's over! Don't you get it?"

He shouts and slams his fist against the wall, causing a loud thud to echo through your chambers. You had reassured him that everything will be fine, but this only fueled his anger more; now here you are. His hat, gloves and glasses have been discarded long ago; laying on the floor somewhere.

His body shakes with rage as he tears down papers from a shelf in front of him.

"I swear she gets me sick sometimes!"

He growls angrily at no one in particular. Your breath catches in your throat when his eyes fall upon you, their hazel colour as beautiful as ever, but now filled with rage.

"sometimes?"

Karl rolls his eyes, his heavy huffing slowly calming down as he finds humour in your question. His grunting turns into a subtle yet throaty laugh, his check rumbling as he laughs. He grins proudly before walking towards you, a glint of something that could possibly be affection dancing in his eyes. Karl pulls you up by the shoulder, his face full of glee as he chuckles happily yet sinisterly.

"Yes, that bitch makes me sick. I'd put a bullet in her head if she wasn't near immortal."

You feel him nuzzle into your hair gently, breathing heavily as you shiver in response to his cold touch. The older man pauses for a moment before leaning back and taking a seat next to you, making you blush furiously. It's almost as if he finds comfort in your touch, your warmth, in you. He pulls back and his hands move down to grip your wrists tightly, his daze suddenly serious again. 

“We need you prepared for what we could face, she is not to be underestimated.”

Karl grumbles as his eyes bore into yours, a sudden pain growing in the pit of your stomach at the mention of his words. He smirks knowingly and brings his nose up to nuzzle at your hair, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end when he moves to kiss your forehead. 

“Mmm I’d tell you not to worry, but you should. That bitch is more powerful that you can even comprehend. Alone I stand no chance, but with you… The odds could be in our favour. We’ll make a real killing machine outta you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and hold onto Karl tighter, his strong arms enveloping you in a cocoon of safety. You can't bring yourself to look at him as your hands slip down to his chest, fingering the soft fabric of his clothes and sighing at the warmth radiating from him.

“But I’m not you, I’m just… a random person you scooped up”

He laughs.

"Bullshit, you're mine now. No one else's. And I’ll teach you what you need to know"

You flinch when Karl's eyes light up in a strange kind of excitement and he moves away from you, his hand slipping away from your back to cup your chin. Karl as a teacher, now that is a mental image that makes you chuckle silently. Karl of course notices and raises an eyebrow.

“What? I’d make a great teacher wouldn’t i?”

You nod, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing at the image of Karl in a formal black suit with an accent in an old British university, in front of an antique blackboard with chalk and his usual cocky smile. Karl watches you, his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he looks between your face and the floor, his mouth opening slowly as he tries to find a way to understand the inner workings of your mind.

“Bitch” 

He mutters and moves his large hand to ruffle your hair playfully.

“Oh but you love me”

You retort, pouting slightly as heat rises in your cheeks. 

“Whatever, from here on out we gotta be careful. That bitch has eyes everywhere. I can’t afford for you to be seen again, or else that big vampire whore might spoil the fun again.”

You snicker at the use of the term 'whore', you can imagine how upset and angry Karl would have been if the blood-bitch got her hands on you, of course he wasn’t going to let that happen. Though one thing that does worry you is his future plans. He had already trained you somewhat before, but this was supposedly different? What did this evil genius have in mind? Likely something over the top or absurd, but that was just his thing. 

Strong, chaotic, absurd and yet oh so fun.

[chickenwaffles17]

the MINTerview (an interview with Leena the Fox [@ana-the-light-fury])

Q: Hi Leena, how are you?

A: Hey, Mint, yeah, I'm good.

Q: You know why you're here, right?

A: Uh, yeah, you were going to interview me.

Q: I've got some questions here that are fairly generic and some that require more details, feel free to not answer anything you're not comfortable with answering. That okay?

A: Yeah, thanks.

Q: Okay! Wanna introduce yourself?

A: I'm Leena! --the Fox, always forget that part, hehe.

Q: Great! What's your favourite colour and why?

A: Um, probably purple, because it sorta represents loyalty to me.

Q: Ooh. What's your favourite food and why?

A: Favorite food? Um...I don't think I...have one? I mean, I'm not...picky.

Beat.

A: ...But I do like...um...wet...cat food...?

Q: ...Who do you consider your friends?

A: Well, you, since we're kind of in the middle of becoming friends, right? And then Silver. --Er, not *and then* Silver, but...yeah.

Q: Where were you born? If you can remember, of course.

A: I was born in Crisis City. But it's not really...around yet? And I hope it never will be.

Q: Hm. How did you obtain your abilities?

A: By training and surviving, I guess.

Q: A classic for a reason. What was your first impression of me?

A: That you were a cute little girl--like Cream. But you're actually pretty cool. And you seem really loyal.

Q: Aw, thanks! Uh, what do you regard as your nicest memory?

A: Nicest memory? Um, is it okay to have two? Because, like, meeting Silver is definitely up there, but then coming *here*, Green Hill, was *amazing*. Is amazing.

Q: This place is lovely, you gotta admit. Would you describe yourself as introverted or extroverted?

A: Oh...long answer or short answer? Short answer is introverted. Long answer is I don't really open up too well with many people upon first meeting, like I did with Silver. Or Sonic, but they're both really easy people to talk to. But when I do open up, I'm definitely not an introvert. ...Although I guess that's how most introverts are.

Q: What's the best thing someone could compliment you on?

A: Stuff about me. But like, not what I'm wearing. I like it when people tell me they appreciate something I've done or said. Or some aspect of my personality that they particularly like.

Q: Perfectly understandable. Um, one more question and then you can leave.

A: What?

Q: Is a hot dog a sandwich?

A: Is a hotdog...a sandwich? Um. No? Because it's not--...actually, maybe it is? Or...not? Wait, if a hotdog was a sandwich, does that make a soft-shelled taco a sandwich? Wait, wait--if the definition of a sandwich is stuff between two pieces of bread...does that mean that *pies* are sandwiches??

Q: Oh my god... Leena, you've just torn some sort of veil from my face, Jesus it's like- like my vision's been blurry and now I'm viewing it in HD for the first time... Well, thanks. Can't wait to meet you again!

A: Of course! I'd love to meet again!

[baekhvuns]

NO BCZ LOOK!!! AHHH- 😭😭

I don't think she's understanding 😭 ykw I've totally given up ATP whatever happens happens. This adult life is hard bro 😭 i can't believe I'm gonna turn 19 someday 20 DOESN'T SEEM FAR AWAY IM- 😭

I'm scared to work honestly, first of all its gonna take a lot of time to actually find one and when I do find one how TF am I gnna socialize, what if I mess up and stuff YK i overthink beyond my own good 😭 but I've still got it together.

Oh damn those are some good ass certificate options but I was thinking of something related to creative things, like..graphic designing or maybe makeup skills. Girl,everyone has been telling me to do that bcz they say "you have great makeup skills" bcz one time I put on amazing eyeliner 😭 it literally took me like 15 min to do both eyes but I think I might try tht too, imma do everything i cn. EVERYTHING!!! NO FCUK MY RELATIVES DISRESPECTFULLY 🙄 my dad is always cool with whtv descision I take but then mum is always like "maybe u shouldn't.." MOM!! 😭

OMG YES I WEAR MY MOM'S JEWELLERY TOO!! 😭 YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME!! I rmr, i wore my mum's choodha gurl it was so beautiful them red bangles Ohhhh 😭

See my grandmother was like the it girl of our family I'm not even kidding, her style choice, was elite and she gv me those b&w movie actresses vibes, and she was literally the queen. I was her favourite. Ahem, and yeah, so she was also a little petite and skinny so many of my relatives say tht I look like her which is like the biggest compliment ever bcz imo she's the most gorgeous person ever.

And so my mom made me wear her saree and...😭 God, I felt amazing!!

OMG YES PLS DO SEND ME EM I AM HAVING THE URGE TO SEND YOU SO MANY PICTURES OF MY PINTEREST BOARD IVE SPECIFICALLY DEDICATED TO CLOTHES 😭

Yes I think I might be turning into a woman 😭 (OBV I AM!) if you look into my closet I only hv dresses and hoodies and tops and pants, you won't believe i wore a fucking dress to my cousin's engagement 😭 and i was the only one wearing a dress. Which i honestly don't resent but, sometimes I do wish, that I dressed up beautifully and traditionally.

Bro seonghwa is 6 yrs older thn me which is fine for me 😭 considering, my parents hv the same age gap [I'm just stating this I promise I'm not a delulu, (or am i?]

hello 😭😭😭 as i was answering this i saw the one u just sent dvabdh

DO NOT. EVEN. BEGIN.

LMFAOOOO no cause yeah whatever happens happens, what can we even do 😭😭STOP bc when u hit 20, i shed actual tears bc in a few years i gotta marry someone found leave MY ROOM?????? The whole “aged 20 years, but my parents aged too” hit me also, pls be prepared for it <3

I'm scared to work honestly, first of all its gonna take a lot of time to actually find one and when I do find one how TF am I gnna socialize, what if I mess up and stuff YK i overthink beyond my own good 😭 but I've still got it together.

GIRL use the brown parents connections? your dads friends office job? ur moms neighbours store, anywhere literally somehow someone knows someone?? nepotism, give kjo a fight,,,wait no those are also good courses to do! omg u could be a make up artist and teach me 🥰,, SEE IF UR GOOD AT WHY NOT??? the market is huge, weddings happen every day, u can absolutely do and get the $$$ the graphic design one omg pls also do that, u can start ur own lil Etsy shop and sell ur designs?

“OMG YES I WEAR MY MOM'S JEWELLERY TOO!! 😭 YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME!! I rmr, i wore my mum's choodha gurl it was so beautiful them red bangles Ohhhh 😭”

STOPPP THEY GOT THOSE VINTAGE GOLD AND PEARL CHOKERS AND EARRINGS AND THOSE HUGE NECKLACES FAAAMM THIS IS THE BEST THING TO EXPERIENCE!!! omg???? those must the so pretty 😭😭😭 did ur mo wear a pink, red or a rusty orange wedding outfit?? i always see those colours and its always moms who wore those colours who were baddies,,, WHY DO ALL GRANDMAS HAVE THE BEST SAREES????? those banarasi ones >>>>>>>> ur grandma it girl rightfully so, got ur grandpa wrapped around her finger,, u need to tell me ur style icon omg any actress

girl u better mf gatekeep these acc OKAY PLS FBDNBV heres a rly good suits store, super pretty lehenga’s from here (i have the first one and it’s GODLY) some jewelry stores,, (they’re all based in india so it should be easy to ship unlike me who hotta spend 100$ for shippings 😭) LET ME SEE UR PINTEREST BOARD PHOTOS I WILL EXPOSE MINE NFGBDBFQJ it is a process, ur growing, this is so fun jvjvjvk

6?

[hvrtbroken]

" you training to become a bodyguard , star ? " he can't help but tease , seeing that light blush on her cheeks , colour her just so . " i . . " nico can't help but laugh now and really feel the DIFFERENCE between him and star . she sees jobs as opportunities and places to grow . he sees it as the way to get his next meal . " jobs just a job to me . " nico says , with a shrug . his eyebrows prickle together , wondering where this sudden THIRST for knowledge seems to have bloomed out of her from . his eyes wash over her , trying to understand . he's missing something , but he doesn't know what . NICO FEELS BAD for essentially closing down the conversation , but he doesn't know what else to say or how to amend it . he racks his brain for a few long seconds . " i liked doing security at the schools in my neighbourhood . " he offers , finally . that wasn't much of a job , per se , as they didn't have the money to PAY HIM properly . " it was cool seeing kids i knew from 'round the block . " nico hopes they can leave it at that , rather than dive deeper into the POORNESS of it all .

" too modest ? " nico repeats , in terms of her brother , and finds himself shaking his head in amusement . he can't help but agree with her brother , and maybe . . maybe that's what these feelings and thoughts have been . maybe nico thinks of star as a sister . but . . he also knows he doesn't , not really . there's something more - yet he refuses to pull that thread and instead mindlessly shuffles his brain until he can affirm what he wants to : star needs protection . star is modest . SHE'S LITTLE SISTERLY . he feels relief flood into him , temporarily , at that very thought . " i gotta agree with your brother . " he points out , still refusing to let up any notions of introducing her to anything remotely bad . " pout and plead all you want , girl . my mouths sealed . " he leans back , satisfied, and crosses his arms over his chest .

at her admission , nico feels that little sister part of his brain slip slightly , as if jostled . he appreciates her honesty , and feels himself sit up slightly . he wants to know more , but knows he shouldn't pry . maybe this is how star feels talking to him . " oh . " nico lets out instead . it's a HEAVY ' oh ' though . his face lines with sympathy and a silent understanding ( as much as he could have - which might not be much ) . " that musta been really hard . " ANOTHER UNDERSTATEMENT . " sorry . i shouldn't have digged . " it's clear it still hurts for her to talk about - like an old bruise .

NICO LOOKS DOWN AT HER HAND ON HIS ARM . his heart pounds FAST . both at how quickly she reacted , and at the SOFT WARMTH that her hand entails . his eyebrows shoot up as he looks at the hand , then slowly raises his gaze to her . THEY'RE BOTH A LOT CLOSER NOW , SUDDENLY . if he reached another arm over , they'd be less than a hair apart . his eyes are on her eyes . then , without meaning to , his fall to her lips . not sisterly a voice condemns him . nico yanks his gaze back up , his cheeks almost flushing red . " ice cream ? " he repeats . they're so close . how can she be talking about ice cream when they're this close to each other ? he begs himself not to look at her lips again - the soft pinkness of them , the way they look KISSABLE . nico. he scolds himself again , then takes a step back - alarm bells going off in his head at everything that's going on right now . IT'S A LOT . he can't think properly . this is bad . " i'm sure the ice creams great but i . . . should get outta your hair . you needa sleep . "

"i-" star blushes, glances down at her empty bowl. feels greedy, asking so much. but it doesn't stop her. at least he doesn't seem to mind . . . right? "woah." is impressed when he explains. can't imagine protecting someone she'd voraciously be against. starts to wonder who it is, even if she probably wouldn't know. "i imagine it was pretty dangerous? i'm glad you didn't get hurt or nothing awful happened." ( happy that somehow, he ended up with her after all that. ) the next question comes out quickly after that, feels a bit childish in nature. "do you have a favourite job you've done?"

genuinely, when he mentions bringing over some tamales, excitement comes over her. is far too enthusiastic to eat something he enjoyed when he was younger. makes her feel closer to him. "i'd love that actually, thank you!" nico talks about moon and she thinks of him, of his rebelliousness that was infamous in their school. the way he'd skirt by just enough to never be in any real trouble. he's like a rambunctious puppy everyone loved. "he wouldn't want to teach me anything either — he thinks i'm too modest or something." byeol pouts ( pouts! doesn't remember the last time she pouted! ) when he still refuses. "oh c'mon, it wouldn't have to be something that bad. there's gotta be something that you can help me do to be bad . . ." listens attentively when he recounts his own adventures. "you have to be more specific, i need ideas here!" is far too cheeky in how she replies, but can't help it anymore.

her heart's beginning to pound, eyes trained on his. ( notes how deep and warm they are, how much she wants to keep staring at them. ) the only thing keeping her from completely spinning is their conversation. though even that's doubtful, because she almost misses what he says at first. "i mean you're right," she replies with a brief laugh. of course, she knows this now, but as a child actor, it was the biggest accomplishment to be there. feels like she can be a bit blunter with nico — for the clarity that he needs if not that she trusts him. "i was their first asian lead and they had no idea what to do with me half the time." her words are tinted with a slight bitterness she doesn't realize is there. "and i took that bullshit for way too long."

star's stomach drops when he mentions leaving. "wait!" it's instinctive, the way she stands up with him, immediately reaches out. her hands lightly grab his arm, careful even in her sudden desperation. doesn't want this night to end so abruptly, wants him here longer. "we- we haven't even had dessert yet." a flimsy excuse, she knows, but what else does she have to make him stay? dark eyes widen up at him, and she can feel the words sparkle with a neediness that's reflected in her gaze. "i have ice cream . . ."

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Im sorry im sot sure how to word this right but, how do you manage to change the characters race while still making them look like well, them? I've tried but it never comes out right.... they allways look like a new character when i try.... again im sorry to ask....

Tis not a problem at all dear comrade! I'm always happy to try and answer art questions, but just a heads up i might get a lil bit rambly in some spots so i do apologize beforehand.

First off, change that negative tone!

I understand how you feel and its easy to feel down when the piece isnt turning out how you picture it but that's ok. You're setting foot into new artistic territory, something you havent tried before thats still a fairly big unknown. Instead of seeing it as a failure see it instead as a step in your artistic growth. No one starts off god tier right? Changing your framing of how you see your 'bad' drawings can really help you see em in a more positive light (and help with motivation when you attempt something new another time!)

Ok but onto what you actually asked about. How do you change a character but still keep them the same? Well in my eyes to do this, you have to

Break down thedesign

Let's take in the character we wanna redesign. We gotta really look at their original design and identify all their relevant features and shapes that make them easily recognizable as them.

Lemme grab my assistant Gajeel to illustrate my point.

So we have our Gajeel, yea we know what he looks like but! What exactly are we looking for here? Well we're looking for the key features to his design, features important enough where if he had a completely different hairstyle and colour palette ( and perhaps even body type) would make you go 'yea that's gajeel'.

So in breaking it down we note that he has:

Triangular shaped eyes with a bit of a dark outline

Small eyes with slit pupils

Prominent cheekbones

Jacked up hairline

And of course the most noticable feature, the multiple piercings

These- to me- are the most important parts of his design so i leave them generally unchanged when i go about drawing him. Which means everything else is on the table to change!

Though for me when I got about my redesigns i focus on changing 3 things mostly- nose, lips and hair. These really push a race change design, specifically in this case, makin em black

Now of course with this you are going to change skin tone that's obvious but relying solely on colour palette change makes for a somewhat weak redesign. If you turn off the colour and you can't tell if the character is nonwhite then it needs some work.

Noses and Lips

Now there are a great many ways to draw wider noses and it can be a bit difficult figuring out to interpret em without em lookin janky but i find that less is more!

I only ever really show the base of the nose where the tip part is and the nostrils, the bridge of the nose is only ever shown in my style when the head is a bit turned.

The same goes with lips, you only really need about 2 or 3 lines at minimum to emphasizs thick lips- one for the actual lip line, one for the top lip and one for the lower lip. Some people choose to leave out the line for the bottom lip and thats fine. Just don't do this-

If you do that im putting you in the ground myself.

Hair

Hair is a bit of a 50/50 for me to change most times because i really enjoy drawing that spiky anime hair lol. But I think that the important thing to keep note of changing the hairstyle to a more natural one is to keep the overall silhouette of the hair recognizable.

The silhouette being y'know, the shape and all that. If you're a pokemon fan then you already know how much a silhouette builds recognition. So as an example, Juvia's first hairstyle was that straightened looke with the tight curls at the end. The shape of that hairstyle was mimicked by using braids with puffs at the ends to help with maintaining that silhouette.

Gajeel has very big, spiky and wild hair so I tried to mimick that with dreads

(Also to note with the Gajeel redesign is that his face is slightly wider with the features a bit lower but thats more of a liberty I took than anything hard and fast so dont even worry about that)

Again, if i am changing the hair then i try to follow the shape of the original design as closely as possible. Even with a design such as my Black Gray design with a vastly different hairstyle i still sketched out the shape of his og hair to maintain the overall spiky shape (with a few liberties lol)

So uh, yea! I think that's the most basic breakdown of how to go about doing a black redesign. Identifying the key design traits i think really is the most important step to do as it really helps to cement what's necessary to keep and what can or cant be changed.

But some other stuff to be mindful of when redesigning:

Refs naturally are your friend. If you have difficulty with interpreting irl refs then theres no shame in using someone elses art as a reference to help you to learn and understand (just no tracing!)

Please for the love of god use saturated browns for the skin tone. I cannot tell you how often i see designs with a gray-brown skin tone. It makes the character look ashy. Please don't make them ashy.

Also speaking of skin tones, be mindful of being accidentally colourist, where all your darker skinned characters villains or angry, loud, violent, sexual, etc. Not saying you can't redesign characters who have those traits to be dark skinned. But if all the characters you redesign to be dark skinned have those traits while others with more positive traits are lighter shades you may want to step back and do some reflection.

Don't be let down if you don't get a redesign on the first try! You don't see behind the scenes for other artists, it definitely takes a few tries to get it right so dont get hung up on it!

These are not hard and fast rules, just really what works for me and how I do things. If you need anything clarified better or wanna ask anything else feel free to! Happy redesigning comrade!

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Idk if youve ever gotten this request before? bayverse Turtle finds out their S/O is pregnant with their little baby X3. Add as much fluff as Raph has muscle PLEASE and thank you.

I gotta go to sleep, Hope you feel better though friend.

thank you, I hope I feel better soon too <3

Leo

This is not part of the plan

omg slight internal freak out

and by slight I mean major

he kinda pushes past it when you tell him

this boy was not prepared for that news

but!

he goes and meditates on it a little while

and when he comes back, he's planning with you

"you were always the one I was going to spend my life with and start a family with, why not now?"

oh lord he's talking about school districts and car pooling

he's on some real dad shit and you're only in the early days of pregnancy

he buys like tiny outfits online and surprises you with them

he also looks into the support you're going to need

always asking if your feet are hurting/swollen yet in case you need him to rub them for you

just the sweetest about it

Raph

ok so

he's so ready for this

he tries to keep his cool but as he walks away after being like "that's great, how far along are you?" you see him fist pump the air and do a little dance

he's overjoyed, truly.

he wants it to be a little girl so bad

like he has this thing about "daughters, it just sounds better, right?"

you catch him doing exercises while holding a weighted bundle of blankets

when you ask why he says "So I can do my part when I still need to work out, obviously"

he's so ready to be a father

no idea how but he's ready to work that out with you

sometimes you wake up to him stroking your belly and whispering to it

"Y'know, they can hear you when they're in there. I want her to know the sound of my voice so she knows she's always safe right from the start"

Mikey

excited from the get go!

omg he;s literally jumping for joy

"I got you pregnant, I got you pregnant"

this is also how his brothers find out, and Splinter

it takes 2 hours to calm him down from that high

baby names are the first thing on his mind

"I'm thinking like maybe if it's a girl then we call her Nokia, you know, like the phone? It's retro and cool"

that one was vito'd instantly

he also doesn't fully understand how this whole thing works

like he's so impatient that he just wants the baby now!

doesn't get why you're not showing yet either

begins to learn how to diaper everything

including Raph while he was sleeping one time

that earned him a slap round the head for sure

but he wants the be there and a part of every step, sometimes a little too much

Donnie

also very much not what he had planned

"I thought we'd have more time, you know just the two of us?"

but he comes around quickly

wants to name the baby after famous physicists

you do not

makes everything the baby will need from scratch

you have to talk him out of designing the crib with heated cup holders tho

because why the fuck would a baby need that

stays up super late looking into everything he can about pregnancy

"What if your mucus plug has fallen out?"

"Don, I'm 4 months pregnant, it hasn't, ok?"

super concerned dad, like every pain or cramp must be a bad sign

no chance he'll relax until the baby is safely in his arms

knits a baby blanket with all his and his brother's colour on it (but mainly purple) so the baby will feel like part of the team

once he gets over his initial fear, he can't imagine anything better than being a father.

[lunarastrobabe]

Leon Kennedy x F!Reader: The Missing Piece (Pt 2)

“Leon, come on, let’s go out. We haven’t spent time together in so long.” You groaned, holding his hand and trying to pull him from the couch where he was sitting, working on some reports from the previous outbreak you both had survived. Yet again. 

“I have to get this report finished [Y/N], you know that.” He rubbed his eyes, feeling tired and drained, he had been cooped up in the apartment all week and he needed to get some sun. 

“Come on baby, you gotta get out sometime.” You slumped into the spot next to him on the couch, slinging an arm around him. You planted a kiss to his soft scratchy cheek, which made a smile appear on his face. He closed his laptop and slid it off his lap and onto the oak coffee table, moving into a comfortable position. 

“Okay, okay, fine,” He let out a chuckle and looked at you through his bangs that covered his beautiful eyes. You moved his hair out of his sight and they sparkled at you, feeling a wave of love hit you every time he looked at you. “Where is it you want to go?” He asked, sinking into your touch and leaving a kiss on the palm of your hand. 

“I was thinking we could go get some coffee and then go for a walk on the beach. Considering how sunny and warm it is today.” You said, smiling at him as he pulled you closer, breathing in his natural scent and his minty breath. 

“Sounds like a great idea, love,” He planted a kiss to your lips before tapping your legs to get up. “Let’s get going.” He got out of the crease that he left in the couch and grabbed his wallet and his keys, sliding on his shoes. He always looked so handsome even if he did look exhausted from not getting much sleep. Nevertheless, he always made time for you. 

The car ride to the coffee shop was full of laughs, smiles and sneaky kisses at the red lights. Pulling up to the cafe getting a huge whiff of coffee, sweet pastries and the flowers that surrounded the building. Pushing the door open, letting the little bell go off at the top of the door, you went to go figure out your order, Leon definitely needed some serious caffeine.  

“I’m just going to use the bathroom,” He said, kissing your cheek and giving you his wallet. “Order whatever you want, I’m paying.” He left with a smile on his face, flicking the hair from his eyes. 

Just as you were about to order yours and Leon’s drinks, you noticed someone or something tap your shoulder. It wasn’t Leon, you shook off the thought that it could’ve been a zombie or a licker, remembering your past with Leon in Raccoon City. ‘You’re being stupid [Y/N]. Zombie’s don’t tap your shoulder like humans do. They eat you instead.’ You thought to yourself, giggling at the little comment in your head. Turning around you see a guy, he had dark hair that was spiked up with a ridiculous amount of wax, he was tall, handsome, very tanned from the sunshine and had hazel coloured eyes. 

“Can I help you?” You asked kindly, wondering why a random stranger wanted to talk to you, but you thought, ‘maybe he’s just being polite’. 

“Sorry, you’re [Y/N], right?” He said pointing to you, a smile on his face. You nodded in response, “Yes, that’s me. But, who are you?” You giggled nervously, noticing the awkward tension between you two was unbearable. 

“It’s me, Derek, from high school remember? We used to cause chaos together with the professors.” Your mind had that light bulb moment, because of the suppressed memories from Raccoon City and the events leading after that that you had went through, you completely forgot about your crazy teen years and your old friends. This guy. Oh man, this guy was the ultimate popular jock, all the girls fell for him, honestly, you can’t even imagine how many girls he has slept with. He always seemed to love the attention he got from women, because of his good looks, his tanned skin from being in California for so long, the swimmers body. He was never your type, too predictable. Instead you were just close friends. Ish. 

“Oh my god, hi! How are you?” You asked surprised and giving him a hug, a hug that lingered for too long, then pulling back to look at you. 

“I’m-I’m great! It’s been a long time! You want to go sit down and catch up?” He gestured to an empty booth near the window. 

“Sure! I just gotta wait for Leon to come back.” You said pointing over to the bathroom not realising Leon was standing behind you, watching you and your friend talk. From a distance he raised an eyebrow wondering who was chatting up his girl. Shoving his hand in his jean pockets walking over and snaking an arm around your waist pulling you close, a little tighter than usual, but you thought nothing of it. His eyes narrowed at the tanned man, a couple years older than you. Jealousy was already filling his body, burning sensation in his chest. 

“Oh hey you,” You smiled looking up at Leon. “This is Derek, an old friend from high school.” You said introducing them to each other. You could tell they didn’t like each other already, the tension could be cut with a knife through butter. Leon wasn’t known for competing for a woman, but when it came to you, he gets protective, he gets jealous and it’s sometimes infuriating because when you get jealous about him and Ada’s past, he just brushes it under the rug. 

“Hi sweetheart,” Leon planted a kiss on your lips then turned to your friend who was watching, trying not to laugh. “Hello. Derek.” He said gritting through his teeth in a fake smile. Derek just smiled, giving you his new phone number. “Call me sometime, it’ll be fun.” He winked and said goodbye to you, ignoring Leon as if he wasn’t there. You took the piece of paper sliding it into your back pocket. Leon looked pissed off, his shoulders raised. The waitress calling you over for your coffee’s, you noticed Leon looked uncomfortable, something was bothering him and you didn’t have a clue what the problem was. You just assumed it was his exhaustion catching up with him. Sighing you passed him his drink and took a sip of your own, the toffee flavour hitting your tongue giving you a sweet sensational feeling. 

“Is everything ok Leon?” You asked, taking his hand in yours, his hand was clenched into a fist but relaxed it when you touched his skin, his shoulders lowering. Pulling him to an empty booth you sat down, crossing your legs over you turned your body to face his. He wasn’t good at expressing his feelings, especially when it was something so petty. 

“Mmhm.” He mumbled, his leg bouncing up and down, sipping his coffee but not looking at you. 

“Leon, baby, what is it?” You leaned forward to see if he’d look at you. He exhaled slowly, letting out a deep breath. 

“It’s him.” He said hoping you’d realise who he was talking about. Your brows furrowed in confusion. He rarely showed jealousy unless it was someone who he really had a huge problem with. 

“Derek?” You leaned back in the booth, taking another sip of coffee with a surprise look on your face, peering at him over the coffee cup. 

He shrugged, “Maybe ..” in a quiet tone, scratching the back of his neck, hoping you wouldn’t get mad. You cleared your throat, a little irritated, only because a year ago, you and Leon had split up for a while because Ada was still in the picture. 

“Oh Leon, I-, seriously?” You groaned. “He’s just an old friend, nothing happened in the past with me and Derek, and even if it did, it’s old news.” Hoping to reassure him and calm him down. It didn’t work. Luckily no one could hear you two speaking due to the loud, but fun music from the speakers in the shop. 

“I saw the way he looked at you,” He spoke quietly, swirling the coffee around with a little wooden stick. “I mean, that wink he gave you too?” He rolled his eyes. Now he knew how you felt with Ada and his history with her. You felt bad for him, you felt sympathy for him, he just wants to be loved, truly loved. 

“Alright,” you sighed, you wanted to cut him some slack, he has been under a lot of stress and it’s not his fault he’s a little worried. “I can understand how it makes you feel, remember when I felt that way with you and Ada?” You reached your hand up to his face and softly stroked his stubbly cheek. Your touch always make him weak at the knees. His heart skipping a beat every time you touched him. “But I can promise you, I wasn’t even going to call him. Why would I want to regain a friendship with somebody who only wants to get into my panties?” You laughed a little. 

“That’s how you met me isn’t it?” Letting out a small laugh with a smirk forming on his face. 

“Mmkay, I see your point. But I fell in love with you, there’s a difference. And you’re always my number one.” Pushing his bangs out of his eyes. A pink, rosy, colour appeared on his cheeks. 

“I love you too.” He put his large hand on your thigh and caressed the fabric of your jeans with his thumb, pulling you closer to his body and put his left arm around your shoulders. 

“So, what kind of panties are you wearing today?” He whispered in your ear. 

You were very lucky to have him. 

[fishnets-fingers]

Make some space, it's my time to shiiiine [surpirseeeee]

[“Consent,” her mother laughs. “Layla, your grandparents didn’t ask me for my consent..."] So? You could've ended it now? I understand we always think we'll never become like our parents, but we ultimately do. But still, you could put an end to it mama.

[She had sat down to start blocking off colours for her biggest commission yet, when her phone buzzed rhythmically with her mother’s picture taking up the screen] naurrrr, not her mum being a creative flow block.

[“Layla, watch your mouth. I’ll have you back home on the next flight. I blame Vasanth and Abi, they always let you do and say whatever and never control you.”] no she did not just say that

[“Do you remember that night? When we were living alone? When you found me in the kitchen with a kn-“ her mother stops, and Layla hears her shuffling and a door closing. “Do you remember how much you cried?”] ...oh no..oh no no no

[“No,” she says softly, slumping onto the swing. Feeling herself being pulled into a familiar feeling. ] my baby i've honestly never this seething rage for anyone but her mum.

[“I sacrificed so much for you. To make sure you had a better life. Do you think I wanted to do that? No. But I did to give you a ‘better life.’ Getting you married is my final duty and once that’s done I will be free. Have I ever discouraged you from your studies?”

“No.”] I know exactly where this is going and I'm not excited for it.

[“So listen to me when I tell you this. You will be getting married whenever and to whoever I say so. You will drop everything that the boy’s family does not like; that includes your studies. If they encourage your PhD pursuit, that’s great for you. If they want you to stay at home and take care of your children that is what you will do. Because your husband will be in control of you and then I will finally relax because you will have a better life.” She finishes. 

“But what if I don’t want to get married.”

Her mother laughs mockingly from the other end. “Why would you not want to get married? You know better than to have a boyfrie-“

Fuck me in the ass! She thinks. 

”Do you?” Her mother growls. 

“No.” She answers quickly. “Of course not. Where would I even find one? It’s not like you let me go out alone back home,” she forces a chuckle, hoping the joke is enough to distract her. 

“Good. You know better. I will not hesitate to poison your food if you bring shame to me.”

Layla remains quiet, eyes scanning the eggshell carpet as she draws patterns with her feet. 

“I’ve gotta go. I’m feeling sleepy. It’s almost ten at night here.”

“Okay. Goodnight.”]

[Her mother laughs. “Only you’d go to temples for food!”] nah, her better lover does too *wink wink*

////

[It was one of her favourite places to come and watch the people on the street. She would then turn off her PlayStation when her eyes felt like they were going to melt and she’d find herself here.] omg I've a line vv similar to this one in my wip!! the vibes, the feels these lines give>>

[Usually the egg shaped swing would sway to and fro from the window. The swing room sat at the centre of the top floor and had a window that opened right up to the street. It was one of her favourite places to come and watch the people on the street. She would then turn off her PlayStation when her eyes felt like they were going to melt and she’d find herself here. She’d watched countless things from that spot of hers, sketchbook wide open - abandoned - on her lap as she clamps her teeth around the end of the pencil. Nandhini Aunty going on her evening walks for her blood pressure chattering away into the white wire of her headphones that would disappear into the brown crossbody purse of hers. Chandru Uncle biting into a sugary concoction and stuffing his box of sweets into the dashboard of the car before heading into the house. A couple of the neighbour kids rollerblading with hockey sticks, trying to get the small ball into their opponents nets. And sometimes, Harry tripping over air when he goes for his morning runs; it always made her giggle at his two left feet. ] I read this para like 5 times, it's just so beautiful. I absolutely adore this feeling irl too.

[But right now, the fluorescent white street light doesn’t seem to draw her attention to what’s happening on the streets. She can hear her neighbour’s dog bark but it seems distant and muted. All she could do right now was clutch the plush dolphin to her chest as she stared at the carpet. The scent of turpentine permeates through the room from her unattended art project. Any sensible person who knows their way around oil paints and knows that they should open up the window but she doesn’t seem to care. A giant boulder weighed heavily on her chest - anchoring her to her feelings. 

She feels funny. Funny bad. Funny anxious. She hadn’t felt anxious for weeks now. Layla maintained a regimen: walks with Harry by the lake, low intensity workouts and her hour long yoga, oiling her hair, cooking, taking a hot shower, helping Earl with his flower arrangements, and drawing in her sketchbook. All these helped; they still do. But every time she feels like she’s finally gotten past her anxiety, an ivy wraps around the boulder, making it impossible to touch. Layla chuckles weakly as she closes her eyes and tries to picture the boulder, or her boulder. She wound up reading Payne’s book introducing Narrative Therapy in the library during her final semester and she figured it was worth a shot to try and externalise her anxiety. Was it not the smartest move to not do it with a professional? Probably but she did it anyway. She created this persona of the boulder for her anxiety. Was it the most creative  one out there? Definitely not. But that is what her anxiety felt like, a massive boulder that was sitting right on her chest - sinking her. Every time she has great days and on the days where she can manage her experiences of anxiety she can’t help but think of cracks appearing on the boulder. Her time in America gave rise to a lot of these cracks. But after every setback, all she can picture are dense thorn filled ivys slithering it’s way around the boulder, making it impossible for Layla to get close. ] no one touch me. I beg, do not touch me. please, just don't.

[Layla closes her eyes and exhales loudly through her mouth. I’m not gonna sit here and worry about something that might happen in the future, she affirms herself, pushing herself off the swing.---She splashes her face with some cold water, and pats it dry with a towel. She quickly runs a brush through her hair to get rid of the knots, before bunching it up into a high ponytail. She sniffles, as she pushes her bangs in place, to look remotely put together] slay my baby *sniffles*

[“A sweater vest. My sister-in-law sent me the pattern. Been working on it for two days now.”] we love crocheting and people who crochet <3

[“Just thought you could use some relaxation before your first day of classes tomorrow, Professor Sathish,” he smiles.] ...if he doesn't do this, i don't want him.

[“So what if the rosé is?” He replies, hosting her up onto the sink counter, so he didn’t have to bend down.] you do know what you're doing to us readers, don't you?

[“But,” she continues quietly, “I buy things that are inexpensive.” And the last word is all it took from Layla for Harry to understand. She has chastised him for spending money on her in passing before but he thought it was out of politeness. He didn’t pick up on the fact that it was making her feel bad and he should have listened to her better.] nawwww

[“So? Baby, I don’t know why you continue to do this to yourself. My intent is to not make you feel like you are less than just because the things you buy cost less,” he explains. “Whenever you buy me things, I don’t think to look at the price tag. The books, scarves, that ugly snail mug,” he pinches the soft skin near her bellybutton making her smile up at him, “and even the holiday you paid for, all of it only makes my heart skip a beat because it tells me you care. So why can’t I do the same for you? I understand you need to be financially independent but is it so wrong that I want to treat my girlfriend now and then? I know you save up and make money from your paintings. I do. When I picked up the bottle all that was running in my mind was ‘will this bottle finally convince her to ditch the beer train and hop onto wine.’”] Soft music is playing in the background and we're absolutely loving it.

[Harry doesn’t press, he knows she needs to think things through before she tells him. It frustrated him initially, he was someone that needed to talk things out at the very moment but not her. He couldn’t help but take it personally when she would shut him out when she had had panic and anxiety surges but it’s easier for him now - it’s how she communicates. She needs to take some time to think things through but she always talks to him eventually. Knowing that she is willing to open up to him does alleviate the stress he undergoes during the wait. ] love that for both of them

[“Shit,” he grunts, as his shin comes in contact with the ceramic edge, and it only makes her sputter in a giggle. “Don’t have to be so mean,” he pouts, poking the crescent of her dimple. 

“You don’t have to be so clumsy,” she retorts, sinking back into his chest,] lmaooo

[he cradles her head in the valley of his neck as he hums contently. His arms come to nestle her chest, pulling her into him, as much as the universe would allow him.] melts into a puddle on the floor

[“I’m anxious,” she says quietly. “Have been feeling anxious for a while now.”] same same

[“No. You are actually helping me calm down.” She kisses his neck. “Just keep holding me, yeah.”

He hums a promise, his hand comes to softly caress her cheek - fingers feathering over the apples. He can’t help but bend down to press a kiss to her temple, making her smile when the blue of his mask smears over her, and he’s quick to wipe off the remnants] I'm literally crying sweet tera by now, Maya

[“I did! She talked about her work and presented data on how rapidly the high albedo areas are shrinking and how it has already affected the ecosystem in the Arctic. She even invited me to talk to the class about my experience but I declined.”

“Why?”

“You know I can’t talk in front of an audience. Especially when I’m not prepared. Plus, what would they have benefited from a lowly intern’s experience?”] Yoooooo please tell me he isn't saying that!!

[“Exactly! It’s not like it was easy to get the internships in the first place. Don’t put yourself down like that, Harry,” she says firmly. 

“Thanks,” he bends to kiss her soft lips. “I love you, you know that.”

“I do, my favourite idiot in the world.” Layla tangles her fingers in his locks and guides him back for another one. “Now tell me what albedo means.”] i love them so much :((

[“Touché,” he agrees, conversations like these made him burst at the seams, he had never had this with anyone before. Having someone ask him questions about things he was passionate about, and actively engaging with it rather than dismissing it as a possible career opportunity, was something he had come to realise had the same effect on him as foreplay. He loved that he could pick her brain, he loved it when she would pick his, and most importantly he was absolutely besotted over the fact that she was sharp as a tack.] Mayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa stopppp!!!!

[“Oh get this, Dr. Bailey knows the head of the earth science department at UCSD. Said she’d be more than happy to send over a recommendation email.”] holy shit

[She picks up on the grape, lots of fruits - berries, pears - but there’s also a whisper of something floral, like the smoke fading out of a candle that was blown out. But there’s also the sizzle of citrus with a hint of something woody. The effervescent liquid has a velvety softness to it as she gulps it down. ] okay now that's a ...description

[Harry laughs. “I’m gonna take full credit for your taste buds maturing. Honestly your choice of alcohol is one of a fifteen year old sneaking the cheapest one they could find at a gas station.”

“Don’t be an asshole. I’m a simple girl, what can I say?” She shrugs, pouring another glass for the two of them. ] 😂😂😂

[But one mystery he experiences is the way every sinew, every cell in his body seem to sizzle and go lax in her presence. It was confounding how she - a person who he did not know existed until a couple months ago - was able to elicit such contradictory responses from his body without so much as sparing a glance in his direction. And that is one mystery he thinks he does not want to decipher, but he would happily be an ignorant fool and ride along the waves for as long as he can.] 'as long as he can' Okay. Okay. thank you. mhm.

[“I’m sorry for giving you a hard time when you buy me things. I know you never do it to make me feel less than. It’s just- it’s just that I don’t want to think you have to get me these expensive things, take me to fancy restaurants to show me you care. Every second you spend with me is enough. You always make me feel loved. Like this bath today. It’s helped me so much. It’s just that I feel like I have to match you sometimes. It feels like you’re always taking care of me and you seem to do everything right. Sometimes I can’t help but think I don’t do the same for you and I don’t want to be a burden. I’ve been made to feel like that a lot,” she tells him quietly, voice as delicate as the wing of a butterfly. 

“Oh sweet girl,” he coos, cupping her face. “Baby, you always take care of me too. You take care of me when I’m sick, you make me food, you’re always the one who tells me I’m going too far when I’m working out too much, and best of all you scratch my back to help me fall asleep.” He takes a deep shuddering breath in. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You are not a burden to me. Never will be one. That’s not how love works. How can someone I love so fucking deeply be a burden, hmm?” A tear, beads at his waterline, and she reaches forward and wipes it away.] tears up fr

[tugging their joint hands towards his lips as he seals their deal with a kiss.] I don't know what I'm done with you for. The fluffiness, or the angst.

[“That so?” He questions, a content smile stretches across his face, making the butterflies erupt from deep within his chest. 

“Yeah. Don’t tell Dolphin this but I think you are very close to replacing him,” she confesses, feeling the heat rush to the tips of her ears.

“Poor guy. That stuffie never had a chance.” He smirks. “Best to keep it a secret from him then.”

“Yeah, would want him murdering you in the middle of the night for stealing his favourite girl away,” she giggles.

“I better be on the lookout for him when I come over to yours then,” he laughs.] ahhhhhHHHHHHH MAYAAAAAAAAAAA

[“Yeah.” He answers quickly, feeling his heart pick up speed, blushing because he knows she could feel it too. “When the right person comes along.” Mossy eyes dilate as they flick to her raven irises. “I won’t probably jump into it like my parents did. But yeah, I’d love to have my own family to come back to after a long day.”

“Family like kids or animal babies?”

“It’ll be nice to have one of each. A boy and a girl. Pups too. And Maybe if I’m lucky the missus will let me have a turtle like I’ve always wanted.] my oh my Maya, you're SO not getting away with this.

[Harry sighs, he hates that her mother constantly has the ability to do this to her and he hates that no matter how hard Layla tries, she keeps getting bulldozed.] I FREAKING KNOW RIGHT

[“You know,” Layla says, “I never thought of talking to her. She could have been in the same position as me years ago. Thanks Harry.”

“Happy to be of service,” he salutes, making the two laugh. “I love you, Layla.” He pinches her cheek fondly.

“I know.” She smiles, pressing a kiss to the inked antenna of the butterfly inked to his chest. “Thank you for tonight. I can’t begin to tell you how much you mean to me.”] thank you very much Maya. Thank you.

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[“Just thought we’d drop off lunch for you. Aloo Paratha,” Ashwin replies, shaking the box of Tupperware in his hand.] immediately starts drooling

[“I didn’t want that ஓட்டைவாய் (blabbermouth) to hear,” he informs her, turning around to make sure Pooja isn’t eavesdropping.] there's something about the word 'blabbermouth' that makes me laught out loud every time

[“I was wondering if you’d been to the Museum of Art. I thought it would be a fun trip,” Ashwin suggests......You've been to a lot of places with Harry huh?”] I have a feeling someone has a crush.... eh

[“You don’t have to accompany him everywhere,” he laughs. ] ...stfu

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[She unscrews the lid of the honey jar, and drizzles a generous amount on the slices of Brie and peaches.] me and ms. honey aren't very good friends

peach and cheese???? ahhhhhhhhHHH sometimes the things this girl eats get to me man

[“I’d rather my honey be somewhere else,” he mumbles huskily against her ear. ] *cringes for a second*

[“So bloody sweet for me,” he tells her, as his fingertips smear some honey, from the plate, on her cheek. She squeals in response, when he licks the sweet concoction. ] I get why you put honey in the warnings now

[“We don’t have to do it if-“ He gasps when she spreads it across his lips. She laughs, raising her chin up with pride, a naughty smile spreads across her face. 

“My turn then,” she declares, scooting forward so her bum is at the edge of the table. Her sticky hand finds its place, caressing the faint five o’clock shadow, as she smiles into the kiss. ] if only had I been a fan of honey... but that doesn't put much effect cause you see i freaked out just as much if not more.

[He reaches for the small bottle beside her, unceremoniously unscrewing the lid, then drizzling a string of the golden liquid across her full breasts. A shiver runs down her spine, as a cold breeze trails in through the French doors. His fingers dance across her skin, smearing the sugary syrup across her clavicles, down her sternum, making their way down to the small pudge below her bellybutton. 

“There,” he muses, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “Now you truly are my sweet girl.”] I swear if mum were to turn around and see me right now, she would call the mental hospital cause i'm going FERAL

[“No no. Want you now. Wanna feel all of you,” she says. ] do not make decisions while horny Layla

[ “And I- shit.” She gasps, as he nudges at her g spot. ] DON'T TELL ME SHE WAS ABOUT TO SAY WHAT I THINK SHE WAS

[“And I love everything I get to do with you,” she mumbles. ] ...oh well

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[“Alright see you tomorrow. Tell me how it goes. Can’t believe you’re old enough to be teaching at a collegiate level,” he points, pinching her dimpled cheek and pulling it from side to side making her swat him away. ] smiles

[Showtime.] SLAYYY

I seriously wish I had a teacher like her during online classes sigh

[The rest of the class goes smoothly. The students became extremely enthusiastic when she pulled up the PowerPoint and played a game - making the class do the Stroop test, wanting to show that learning behavioural neuroscience was not as boring as they think. It was quite rewarding to see all twenty three students very easily theorise what the experiment measures, and how it can be useful in their practice as future clinicians. They took a thirty minute break and Layla was so grateful for the bowl of nuts her uncle put on the desk. They all went through the syllabus in detail and to finish off the class, she made everyone introduce themselves and name rate the last movie they watched with a noise. Needless to say, the icebreaker was a hoot and if the other two undergrad classes were like this - it was a job well done.] I'm so proud literally love her so much

[With a soft afghan draped over his torso, Harry reads. Or rereads. The copy of Bukowski’s Love Is a Dog From Hell] ahhhHHHHH BUKOWSKIIIIII

[After the Alzheimer’s diagnosis, the roles had reversed - Harry was now the one reading to his grandad, relishing the taste of their moments of spirited discourse - knowing that in the near future he will be longing for them, as his granddad’s faculties decline.] awh

[telling him it was the perfect set up for a wham bam thank you ma’am] lmaooo

[Now, he can’t think of not ever having her in his life. Is it all fate? Were their atoms battered into the very cosmos that created them, intermingling, destined to cross paths? These were some of the questions he’d penned into his journal, the night he’d told her that he loved her. The night he stayed awake just staring at the creature passed out next to him, in the makeshift hobbit hole. ] I only selected 6 lines but this whole paragraph was very much loved by me

[“Don’t laugh. I’ve owned this matching golf outfit since middle school and it’s the only one I have.] I'm guilty that I did laugh

[His mouth twists in disdain as he sees Layla climb into Ashwin’s car with a laugh, handing him her bag of clubs, rolling his eyes at the way Ashwin shuts the trunk of the car. The green eyed monster - is certainly going to make an appearance in his journal today with derision aimed at Ashwin.] what an ending

She's baaaack after crushing her exams! It's honestly so adorable that you feel very protective of Layla. It's endearing to me.

[“You don’t have to accompany him everywhere,” he laughs. ] ...stfu

This made me laugh so hard, not gonna cry. What are we gonna do with Ashwin, huh?

Sorry about honey not agreeing with you. Maybe replace honey with maple syrup of some sort??

[ “And I- shit.” She gasps, as he nudges at her g spot. ] DON'T TELL ME SHE WAS ABOUT TO SAY WHAT I THINK SHE WAS [“And I love everything I get to do with you,” she mumbles. ] ...oh well

Patience, young grasshopper... if it happens, you'll be the first one to know.

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happily ending catastrophies ~ Fred Weasley

summary: Fred is accidentally (and fortunately) at the right place in the right time, and is able to save a muggle girl's life.

pairing: Fred Weasley x muggle (female) reader

words: 5K

meaning of: (y/h/c) means 'your hair colour'

(kinda) warnings: (1) this plays after the war and Fred lives, because i refuse to accept anything else; (2) i'm not from the UK so excuse the possible mistakes i made about the underground; (3) also there are a couple time jumps, i didn't want to drag it for too long and had quite a few ideas i wanted to write

a/n: this was an idea born whilst i was studying for this year's most difficult exam at uni lol but i thought it was worth giving a shot so here it goes xx

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(y/n) wakes up to the sweet scent of some kind of flower filling up her nose and lungs. Despite the panging in her head she cracks her eyes open to find the source, though as soon as she takes in the totally unfamiliar room around her, the flower immediately gets forgotten.

What the hell?

She frowns, pushing her upper body up on her elbows to get a better look around. She has never seen this room ever before. Or has she? Suddenly she's not so sure as a foggy memory appears in her mind. Her glance travels across the cardboard boxes beside the wall on the floor, piled high on top of each other, then a desk, a wardrobe, arriving to the bedside table that has a lamp and several strange things - looking like some foreign country's small candies in colourful wrapping - on the wooden surface.

Sitting up fully she tries to move her legs to place them on the floor, but finds that it's much harder than it usually is - than it should be. All her attention turn to her legs now and the weird feeling that surrounds her left leg she hasn't noticed before. Carefully she lifts the covers that wrapped her body in a warm embrace to see what's wrong with her leg. A gasp leaves her lungs right away as her eyes fall on the cast wrapped around it from her knees straight to her toes.

In that exact moment the door slowly opens and her eyes snap towards the entering figure - a flaming red haired young man - whilst her fingers scramble to get the blanket back on her lower body, hiding the lack of clothing she's wearing as she's in nothing else but her underwear.

"Ah, you're awake! How are you?" He asks when his eyes connect with hers and slightly widen.

And his voice brings back everything. Literally everything to her mind about how she got here, all the memories flashing by in front of her inner eyes.

- - - - - - - flashback - - - - - - -

Friday the 13th. The day of misfortune and disasters. (y/n) huffs as she makes her way down the street towards the underground station to go back to her apartment. Now she knows this fact from experience.

She woke up a bit late that morning and didn't have time to drink her usual morning coffee in the comfort of her home, so she had to wait until her first break at work to drink one. When she just finished brewing a cup for herself in the small kitchen at her work, the handle of her favourite mug she kept in there broke and the now handle-less mug full of the brown beverage fell to the ground and shattered to a thousand tiny pieces, and if it wasn't already bad enough, the coffee splashed on her white shirt, colouring it light brown and leaving a wet stain behind all across her chest.

After that she managed to get through the day quite normally, right until 3pm, when her boss called her in to his office.

"The company is facing a hard time," his voice still echoes inside her head, making her shiver in sadness and anger. "I'm sorry, (y/n), the performance you showed us in the past two years was truly great, but you gotta understand that I have to decrease the number of employees. And that unfortunately includes you. I'm sorry."

If the way she worked was actually 'truly great', then why do they fire her and not someone else?

Well, probably her boss told the exact same thing to everyone he kicked out today, she thinks, but it doesn't help at all - it doesn't get her her job back.

So half an hour ago she packed everything in a box and set off to go back home, mentally raging about the cursed day. She has never believed in any superstition like this, but today she's changed her mind. Maybe all these things are true.

And that's when the next string of catastrophies starts.

As she's moving along the pavement next to the tracks at the station, the heel of her shoe breaks and she stumbles, her box flying away from her grip, all the contents of it scattering all over the ground. (y/n) tries gaining her balance back, taking a couple steps back, but the pavement disappears from under her feet as she reaches the edge, completely unaware of it.

She falls back, down to the tracks, and an impossible pain shoots up from her left leg as she lands, the air totally knocked out from her lungs. As she tries catching her breath, her hands move to lay flat on the ground so she can push herself up, but the world around her seems like it's spinning and she feels too weak to move a single muscle in her body.

Everything decelerates into slow motion and she glances around to see what she could do when something bright catch her eyes. A shiny warm yellow circle in the distance, getting slightly bigger and bigger with every second. She observes it carefully, thinking about how pretty it looks as she wonders what it might be. It only takes a second or two for her mind to catch up and suddenly she's more than aware that a train comes towards her and she's not capable to do anything to stop the collision from happening.

Friday the 13th.

Out of nowhere she feels a presence next to her, and just as she turns her head that way to see what's going on and her eyes fall on locks of bright red hair and a freckled face, the man has already grabbed her arm and with a fierce pull hoisted her up to a standing position. It feels like her arm is ripped out from her body, for a moment even the unstoppable hurting from her leg fades out to give space for the one in her upper body and she gasps before everything goes black.

- - - - - - - end of flashback - - - - - - -

The following events go by as a dozen of blurry pictures (y/n) can't make out in her mind and she blinks a couple times to get back to the present, to reality. She focuses on the redhead again, the last person she clearly remembers seeing.

"Where am I?" Her voice comes out hoarse and quiet and she clears her throat, waiting for his answer, knowing how she behaves quite rude completely ignoring his question, but she just can't help it.

She hasn't a clue where they could be, she's never seen a place like this in her entire life. It's obvious it's not a hospital. And after what happened it's just as obvious that she needs hospital treatment.

"The Burrow," he replies with a small smile playing on his lips.

And though she thought his answer would help clear some of the fog inside her head, it only confuses her more. Fred bites back the chuckle that threatens to burst from him seeing her cute frowning expression and waits for her to ask again, knowing it'll soon happen.

"The what?" The girl speaks up again, her voice now much clearer.

"My family home."

The confusion still stays on her face, and Fred truly can't blame her for it - who wouldn't be distraught after waking up in a stranger's home? Still, seeing the same expression he first ever saw on her face brings him back to the Tube station in London.

- - - - - - - Fred's flashback - - - - - - -

He's rushing down the stairs to catch the apparently soon arriving underground train, cursing his twin brother under his breath for winning the bet that resulted in the usage of any and every magical thing being forbidden for Fred for this whole week. Now he has to run errands adjusting to the timetables of muggle public transport and he's running out of time. Everything takes so much more time in the muggle world, and in the past few days he's grown to appreciate being born into the world of magic more than ever.

Arriving next to the tracks he catches sight of a dozen or so people there and relief fills his body. So the train hasn't left yet. He slows down to a walking pace and tries to catch his breath, and that's when he notices something weird about the people, something he has never seen in the past days when he used the Tube. They're all moving closer to each other, slowly making a tight circle, all of them looking in the same direction, as if something was on the tracks.

Curiosity rises in Fred and he makes his way to the edge of the crowd, standing on his toes to tower over it and glance down. His eyes immediately fall on a young woman lying there, one of her legs twisted in an abnormal way. She's looking to the side, towards the tunnel from where the train should arrive any minute now. Her expression displays confusion and slight fear, but her breathtaking beauty is still obvious, and it makes his heart skip a beat. His eyes slowly turn to where she's looking and he can see the light that swiftly grows brighter and brighter inside the usually dark tunnel, but his mind can't comprehend what he sees as all his thoughts are still only about the gorgeous woman lying there.

"The train's coming!" Somebody in the crowd shouts and that's what wakes Fred from his daze. His head snaps back and forth from the tunnel to the girl a couple times, so fast it's a miracle his neck doesn't break.

His body moves before he can fully think about his actions and suddenly he's pushing people away to make a path for himself in the crowd and he jumps down to the tracks. He hears a couple gasps from behind him, even a couple voices trying to inform him again and again that the train is actually soon there, but he doesn't care. All he focuses on is the task in front of him.

Squatting down he grabs one of the woman's arms and drapes it around his shoulder, standing up again as fast as he can, pulling her with him a bit harsher than he intended. She lets out a gasp in obvious pain, but he knows there's no time to be more gentle. Both of his arms move around her, one around her shoulder blades and one around the backs of her thighs to lift her up bridal style as he knows one of her legs is broken and she can't stand on it. And he's thankful for his own speed and thoughtful actions as he feels her body go limp as she faints.

The head-splittingly loud sound of a horn fills the air just as he turns around, signalling that they were noticed by the people on the train. As he takes the first few steps back towards the pavement he glances up, seeing two or three men already there bending down with their arms stretching in his direction. Fred quickens his pace as much as he's able to and practically throws the woman in the waiting hands, helping them pull her up by pushing her body from under, the screeching of brakes, iron on iron being the only sound that can be heard.

He stays on the tracks until he's completely sure that she's safe, than he grabs the edge of the pavement and swiftly pushes himself up, crawling on the cold surface until his legs are lying there as well. He feels a breeze moving against his back as the train arrives to the station, but he doesn't care about it, neither the cheering that erupts from the people around him, celebrating his heroic act, not even the burning feeling in his muscles from being strained. He just pushes himself up and stumbles to the woman, falling back down on his knees to be able to get a better look of her.

From up close he can see how she's even younger than he has thought, probably close to his age. She's obviously falling in and out of unconsciousness every other second. The word 'ambulance' enters his ears from the people around them, and he finds himself with a new task ahead of him. Somehow he has to get the girl away from this place and back to the shop so he can take her to the Burrow. Muggle hospital treatment isn't enough now, the wizarding world offered much better methods of healing. His mother will know what to do.

- - - - - - - end of Fred's flashback - - - - - - -

"And why am I here?" (y/n) continues asking.

"You broke your leg."

"Yeah, I figured, but shouldn't I be in a hospital then?" She tilts her head, raising an eyebrow.

"This is better than a muggle hospital," the young man shrugs.

"Mu... a what?"

"Ah, sorry. Slipped out," he let out a small chuckle, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.

Here comes the moment he dreaded. When he has to explain the existence of magic and the wizarding world to a completely clueless person and trying to do that without making a complete fool out of himself in front of the angel-like girl when she won't believe him - which he's sure she'll do.

"Wait, who are you? I don't even know your name," she speaks up again. "And how could I truly thank you for saving my life if I don't know even that?"

"There's no need to thank me," Fred protests.

"Of course there is!" (y/n) squeals as loudly as her weakened state allows. "Not everyone would jump down to the tracks when there's a train coming to save a complete stranger."

"Yeah, well, true," he mumbles, thinking back to how nobody did anything for her, anger filling his veins. Then he clears his throat, shaking his head to get rid of the negative thoughts and to focus on the girl again. "I'm Fred. Fred Weasley."

"Thank you for all you did, Fred. I'm (y/n) (y/l/n)," she sticks her hand out and a smile makes it's way to Fred face, matching the one on hers as he steps closer to shake her hand.

- - - - - - - 2 months later - - - - - - -

"I'm absolutely fine, Freddie, stop acting like I'm made of porcelain. I'm totally able to walk down the stairs on my own two feet," (y/n)'s giggling voice fills the air on the second floor of the Burrow when the redhead gently pulled her arm around his neck as he's done so many times in the past weeks.

"Alright, alright, I get it," Fred puts his hands up in surrender, backing away as laughter erupts from his throat and he turns his head away to hide the blush forming on his cheeks from the nickname she used.

Unfortunately he only gets completely face to face with his smirking twin brother who winks his way before pushing past him, a knowing chuckle sounding from him as he rushes downstairs, past (y/n), who follows him right away, only a bit slower, with Fred's careful, watching eyes trained on her back.

"See? I told you," the girl glances back at him over her shoulder after arriving downstairs, not stopping on her way to the dining table, only to stumble in a shoe someone left in the way. Fred immediately reaches out to grab her elbow and stop her from falling. From the strength of his attentive pull on her arm, instead of flying to the ground she crashes into his chest.

"I don't know, I'm not so sure," he teases, looking down with a smirk playing on his lips.

(y/n) moves her head up to connect her eyes with his, and Fred glances around her face, taking in the pink colour of her skin on her cheeks caused by the embarrassment of almost falling, then as his eyes reach the sight of her lips, he suddenly becomes almost too aware of how close the two of them actually are, and the breath hitches in his throat.

"Come on, kids, dinner's gonna get cold!" Molly's voice breaks the moment they shared and (y/n) regains balance, then gently pushing the boy away she turns around and limps the rest of the way to the dining table.

All of the Weasleys are already sitting there, watching the two of them appear in sight, and (y/n) has to bite back a giggle, still not used to the seemingly infinite number of redheads, all smiling wide and sweet at her. George pulls the chair she has always sat on ever since she was able to get downstairs out for her, offering a helping hand knowing that it's harder to sit down with only one properly working leg. Fred reaches out for her other arm just as she makes contact with George's hand, and the two of them don't let go until she's stopped moving.

She glances back and forth between the two boys sitting on either side of her, rolling her eyes at how overly protective both of them behave, when she's already told them hundreds of times that she's able to get by on her own.

The meal is delicious and the company is entertaining, just like it has always been since (y/n) stepped foot into the Burrow. Conversation flows without a hitch, only the occasional laughter breaking it for a second or two, and the (y/h/c) girl finds it hard to think about the inevitable - the moment that's coming fast, the moment when she has to leave these people and go back to her normal life. The Weasleys has become like a second family for her, and she fears that if she walks out that door, she'll never see them again. They're living a different life, in a completely different world. Their paths most likely will never cross again. She tries to brush off the sad thoughts, knowing that she'll have all the time to mope and grieve when she's back in her (ordinary and plain) flat on her own.

As she's helping Molly clean the dishes after the family finishes dinner, (y/n) pauses for a moment to glance at the redhaired woman. "Thank you for letting me stay here and for taking such good care of me."

"Oh, sweetie, you're more than welcome. It's our pleasure to have you here."

"That's true," Ginny chimes in with a joyful grin on her face as she places another dirty plate in front of her mother. "Your presence brightened up our boring lives."

"Boring?" (y/n) lets a loud laugh escape her throat. "Your lives are nothing even close to boring. Everything around here is breathtaking and spectacular."

"Is it though?"

"Try living my life for a week or so, and you'll know what boring really means," she shakes her head, the different memories and thoughts swiftly filling her mind as she turns around to lean the small of her back against the counter top, her eyes instantly connecting with Fred's, who's still sitting at the table, shamelessly watching her with searching eyes.

"I still can't believe there's a whole world of wizards and witches that we have absolutely no clue about. It makes me wonder how many things are there that's hidden from us. And it makes me scared how clueless we all are in the muggle world."

(y/n)'s only able to stand the intensity of his gaze for a couple seconds before she has to turn her head away, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks and heat them up. She swallows, only hoping that it stays unnoticed by the boy, but when she finally dares to glance back for the shortest of moments, she catches sight of a small smirk playing on his lips and she knows that nothing has gone unnoticed by him. Clearing her throat she tries to find something else to say, speaking the first words that come to her mind.

The newly learned word still rolls uncertainly from her tongue, not sure if she says it correctly, but when her restlessly moving eyes accidentally catch Fred's again, she sees a new kind of glint sparkling in his eyes, and it's enough to let her know that she used it correctly.

"It's not your fault," Ginny places a hand probably destined to be reassuring on the older girl's shoulder. "We're just too good at hiding it."

The two of them share a laugh, and unbeknownst to (y/n), it turns the shape of Fred's eyes into something that very much resembles a heart. His own heart flutters at the sound, the temperature of the room suddenly feeling too hot for him to bear, and he abruptly kicks his chair back, standing up and swiftly moving out of the house to get some fresh air and somehow try to cool the fire that's burning inside of his chest.

(y/n)'s eyes follow him, an eyebrow raised in question, deep in her thoughts right until the door closes shut again behind the boy. The sudden noise brings her back to the present and she shakes her head to get rid of the things running around in her head.

"Anyway, I gotta go upstairs and pack. I really have to go back home now," she sighs, pushing her body away from the counter.

"I'll come help you," Ginny immediately offers, hurrying after her.

Two and a half hours and a heart wrenching goodbye later (y/n) and Fred come to a stop outside her apartment's door, both of them feeling a previously never felt sadness fill their hearts.

All (y/n) can think of is flashing images of the flaming red haired boy. The way he sat at the edge of the bed she was lying in, telling her everything about the wizarding world. The way he lifted her up so effortlessly as if she weighed nothing to bring her downstairs when she was unable to walk in the first weeks. The way he walked her around the house and the garden, showing her everything and explaining things to her, adjusting to her extremely slow pace without a word. The way he showed her multiple of the products he and his twin brother sell in their shop, sometimes only speaking of their effects, other times even showing her, not caring with the fact it caused something inconvenient for himself as long as he made her laugh - which she did so many times and so hard that it made her sides hurt. The clothes he let her have when winter set in and her own became too thin to keep her warm, and the way the material smelled like him. The lingering touches of his calloused fingertips against the skin of her cheeks when he thought she was fast asleep - when in fact she was completely awake, fighting back the urge to press her face further into his touch.

In the meantime all Fred can think of is flashing images of the gorgeous muggle girl. The genuine curiosity that sparkled in her eyes whenever he told her about the world he's living in, the endless amount of questions she's asked him about anything and everything, the pure interest she showed from the first time he told her about the existence of magic. The way she bonded with each and every member of the Weasley family, finding a common thing with all of them and eventually making them all grow fond of her. The way she told him all about the muggle world and her own life, sharing all the details with him without hesitation - trusting him right away. The way his name rolled from her tongue - even more when she called him Freddie. The bubbling, loud laughter that erupted from her throat when he told her about the shop and all the pranks George and him did back in Hogwarts or when he showed her the products they now sell in the shop, the laugh that always made his heart skip a beat, the laugh he couldn't help but adore along with the fact that she seemingly didn't care the slightest bit how loud she is or how funny her laughter might sound. The way she looked in his clothes, always taking his breath away, making him wish nothing more in the rest of his life than to see that very sight every day as long as he lived - and possibly even after that.

"Well, thanks for getting me home," (y/n) points at the door behind her back as she looks up into his mesmerizing eyes. "And for jumping down in front of a train for me. And for letting me into your family home. And for taking care of me."

"It was the least I could do," Fred smiles sheepishly, his mind spinning, trying to come up with something to say that would keep the girl in his life.

"Bye, Freddie," she hesitates for a moment, then decides it doesn't matter anymore and leans in, pressing a soft kiss on his left cheek.

Fred's eyes flutter closed, heart bursting with the sudden feeling of love from both her lips touching his skin and the oh so loved nickname. He freezes, unable to think anything else than eight very important letters.

The girl moves back, fiddling with her keys to find the correct one, pushing it in the slot and turning it, gently shoving the door until it's wide open. She steps in, her eyes taking in the furniture and decoration she once loved but now finds unbelievably plain and mundane. A sigh escapes her lungs and she turns around to close the door - and wave once more the boy.

Fred still stands in the exact same spot, obviously not moving even the slightest bit since she backed away from him. (y/n) raises her hand to wiggle goodbye with her fingers at him whilst moving to close the door with the other hand, already feeling the tears blur her vision as she tries to take in the sight of him as best as she can to be able to remember him forever.

"Wait!" Fred exclaims, placing a palm flat against the wooden material to stop it before it fully closes.

This time (y/n)'s the one to freeze, hand pausing high in the air and she even holds back the breath in her lungs as she waits for him to continue.

"Can we meet again?"

Her eyes widen in surprise. She always thought that he'd never want to see her again. That he'd be happy to finally get rid of her and be able to continue his life as before. He wants to meet with her again?

"I... y-yes, of course," she stutters, heart stammering inside her ribcage so wild and loud, she's almost sure he can hear it.

The extremely wide smile that splits his face in two hearing her answer makes it impossible for her not to mirror it, her own lips curving on their own accord. Fred, feeling the previous nervous shyness evaporate from his body and the always present confidence fill his vein up again, takes a step closer to her, then another until he's right beside the door, gently pushing it wider open again. (y/n)'s hand on the door handle inside goes limp, and she lets it fall down to hang loose beside her body as Fred steps inside.

When he's so close that she can feel the breath coming from his nose reach the skin of her face, his lips open again to let out a whisper. "Can I kiss you?"

The already abnormal rhythm her heart beats in gets even more uneven, and her head moves in a nod as she breathes out the word 'yes'. Fred's eyes sparkle up even more, and his hands slowly start moving up, one reaching out to gently caress her cheek whilst the other wraps around the small of her back. Slowly, extremely slowly he leans down, pausing for a second just before their lips could touch, and as a wave of impatience rushes through the girl, she raises her head and presses her lips against his.

Fred lets out a muffled chuckle at her eagerness before tilting his head and snaking his arm further around her torso to pull her flush against his own body, his hand that's resting on her cheeks moving slightly further back until his fingers completely disappear in her (y/h/c) locks, his lips moving passionately against hers.

She completely melts into his touch, feeling like she's floating in the air, as if she's only dreaming. But when they both run out of oxygen and pull away to fill their lungs again, their foreheads pressing against each other in search of support and their eyes connecting without problem, looking deep into his beautiful brown orbs (y/n) grows sure right away that it's truly reality, not just a dream.

"I love you," he breathes in-between his quiet pants, but it's enough to make (y/n) totally dizzy as a love-struck grin spreads across her face.

And in that very moment they both know that their story is just starting.

.::the end::.

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LwD 2.1: Strange Energies

WE’RE BACK, BABEYYYYY

Are my thoughts organized? Nope! Are they articulate? Not even a little bit! Am I going to dump them on Tumblr anyway?

Spoilers below, obvs.

Ughhhh, this show is so pretty. I never hated the character designs, but I don't really love them, either—they're cute and expressive enough, they get the job done—they're fine. I'm neutral.

The backgrounds, though? The special effects? The colour palettes in general? Stunning. Exquisite. I want to lick them. (I was a little kid in the late 80’s, so I feel the same way about eye-searingly vivid neon colours as 70’s kids do about oranges and browns, and 90’s kids feel about colourful translucent plastic.)

Anyway, ummmm... Mariner sexy 😳

(And—just when I thought I'd reached Peak Lesbian watching Mariner grapple around with Cardassian interrogator Missi Pyle 🥵—my #1 background bae Jennifer the Andorian stopped by! Captain, I'm picking up an enemies-to-frenemies-to-lovers 'ship on long-range sensors...)

That whole cold open was genius, though. Our lead character fights her way through a Cardassian prison, steals a (Miranda-class 😍) starship, and blasts her way to freedom—primarily as a backdrop for the obligatory season-premiere exposition bringing the audience up to speed—while also making some excellent goofs about Star Trek tropes. (I got my first big belly laugh from poor holo-Boimler: "Oh my god, Mariner, you gotta get me out of here! They keep showing me lights!")

Not to be a huge screenwriting nerd, but it was just so efficient 😙👌

Second big belly laugh: "Look, I know we're not supposed to have interpersonal conflict..."

I ended up really empathizing with Monstrous Rainbow God Ransom towards the end of the episode: the teeth-grinding fake-niceness between Mariner and "cool mom" Captain Freeman was deeply uncomfortable for me right from the start.

We finally got the last name of the captain's husband/Mariner's dad... and it's "Freeman" too? Then where the hell did "Mariner" come from? Was her birth name "Beckett Mariner Freeman"? Anyway, he's voiced by the great Phil LaMarr, so I hope this storyline they seem to be kicking off about Captain Freeman's ambition means he's going to be around more.

Speaking of actors, I already miss Shaxs, but I'm thrilled they're keeping Fred Tatasciore around—he voiced the Cardassian guards in the opening sequence! And this was beyond a doubt Dawnn Lewis's best episode to date, what a legend.

Ransom turning Dr. T'Ana's hypospray into an ice cream cone, and her frustrated "dammit!" instantly followed by a lick of the ice cream—because why waste it?—was another perfectly understated moment of hilarity.

The best dialogue of the episode might have been "Tendi, please! I just want to go swimming with girls!" / "Then give me your brain!!!" (Tendi in full Chaotic Neutral mad-scientist mode is terrifying, btw—and does she have a crush on Rutherford or not? I'm genuinely invested.)

As soon as I saw Ransom's giant head float up into space, I started hoping he'd bite the ship's saucer section like a cookie—and he totally did. 🏆

I wouldn't say I need an uncensored version of this show, but boy would I ever love to hear Eugene Cardero's unbleeped delivery of "Fuck pears!"

And finally, I feel like Jonathan Frakes didn't have to do much acting for this line:

That was a VERY good premiere. I don’t know if we needed the immediate renegotiation of Freeman and Mariner's arrangement, but it seems like it's going to be a big part of the season story, so I don't blame them for wanting to get it firmly established—and most of their audience probably hasn't been joyfully re- and re-watching Season 1 over the hiatus like I have, either.

Look, I freely admit that my sense of humour hasn't evolved since I was 13, and I understand that slapstick comedy isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I also think "what if Gary Mitchell got kicked in the balls repeatedly and then got a boulder dropped on him?" is an objectively fucking hilarious premise for a joke, and you can't change my mind about that.

I love this show. I woke up in a pretty shitty mood this morning, but now I can't stop grinning. Let the Star Trek renaissance begin!

Next week: I've got no clue. Crave (the Canadian streaming service that owns the distribution rights to Star Trek here—which means that Paramount+ in Canada has no Star Trek TV content whatsoever, lmao) didn't have a preview for 2.02, and neither did the uhhhhh extremely legal copy I downloaded to make screenshots from—so I guess we'll find out!

[nbenvs3000w22]

Nature is Pretty Cool, ngl.

So for obvious reasons, I'm pretty biased on this topic; I am in ecology, and I am taking a course on nature interpretation. But I think nature is one of those things that everyone has a connection to, whether they know it or not. Now you don't need to be a "tree-hugger" or intertwined with mother nature to feel a connection (even though those are cool); you can just have a cherished memory within nature. Whether it's driving through a forest or camping with your friends - a connection to nature is always there. Sometimes, you just gotta look for it.

Now, I'll be honest with you - I didn't have a strong connection with nature for some time. Whenever my parents would go for a drive to see the changing colours in the fall or go on a hike, I was never the biggest fan. I loved seeing all the different animals (feeding chickadees and seeing all the farm animals), but I would always question why my parents would freak out about the scenery. I would ask them, "what's so special about the mountains?" or "this is so boring for me, why isn't it for you?". They would always respond, "just wait till you're older; you'll understand," which always annoyed me. They barely answered my question! Plus, they pulled the "wait till you're older" speech which didn't help their argument at all! But as they always say, your parents are always right. My appreciation for nature came gradually with age and maturity as I realized nature's role in my life. Not only did it give my family, friends and I great memories we share till this day; nature gave me curiosity and wonder. Even though it surrounds us in our everyday lives, there is always so much more to see and discover. As I began to learn about the different things nature had to offer (cute animals and pretty blue grottos), I wanted to explore and learn as much as possible. And that's the joy of it - there's always something for someone. Whether you like a relaxing beach to tan on or discovering all the different bugs under a trunk of a tree, nature has it all.

A fun boat trip to Honey Harbour for my Grade 12 Graduation (2020). My friends and I were at the water 24/7.

Now, of course, I gotta share with you guys the most amazing thing I know about nature - animals can have altruistic (selfless; benefiting others without any benefit for themselves) behaviours. I know it sounds pretty strange, but it's not only humans that display these characteristics. For example, with worker bees, all of their actions are devoted to the queen and their colony's longevity (National Aquarium, 2020). Rather than focusing on their own survival, they place all of their attention towards a greater cause - even at the expense of their life. Another example of this is in a study done by Désirée Brucks and Auguste M.P. von Bayern, where they tested the altruistic behaviours of African grey parrots. When given a token to exchange for food, the parrot would voluntarily provide the token to a parrot who did not receive a token. These are some of the many examples of altruistic behaviours displayed within animals. I find this portion of nature to be so interesting - sometimes it is hard to remember that animals are living creatures with feelings and emotions. Diving deep into their psychology shows that they aren't too far away from us humans.

Do you guys have any fond memories of nature? Or any cool facts about it? Let me know!

~Nicole

[cosmic-navel-gazin]

This is something a bit different from me, but in light of the recent announcement from Ubisoft that there’s going to be a remake of Prince of Persia: Sands of Time coming out in January 2021, I thought I’d share some thoughts.

(This started out small but got outta hand so super long post incoming, no spoilers for the games)

So first off, a bit of my history with the original game.

 I’m a big fan of the Prince of Persia (PoP) franchise, and I’ll fully admit that nostalgia plays a big part in it. You see, in many ways this 2003 classic was my real entryway drug into the world of videogames.

It wasn’t the first videogame I had ever played. My friends had consoles, there were some games on the school computers, but I didn’t own games as a kid. As far as my parents were concerned, these were all the spoils and soul damning devices of Lucifer himself. You know how it is, every generation goes through this thing of blaming all the world’s problems on a new artform: rock and roll, comic books and then videogames.

So yeah, a gaming console or buying games for the home computer was a BIG NO-NO! 

But of course, the more an authority figure says you can’t have something, the more you want and crave it. It was only a matter of time until the opportunity presented itself to me.

And then the day finally came.

It was just me and a couple of friends, going to this new magazine store near the school. And there it was: the dvd case that came with a gaming mag for like 5 euros if I remember correctly, stupid cheap for such a great game. 

There was doubt, there was fear, there was anxiety. I didn’t know much about the game, only the old 1989 DOS Prince of Persia:

This had the same name but looked different. I was seduced immediately.

The case stared longingly at me:

 It’s not my fault, I was bewitched and I bought it.

My symbol of rebellion, my first big transgression, and my first real treasured posession that I bought with hard earned money.

PoP:The Sands of Time was my original sin so to say:

Accurate representation of what happened that day

I furiously installed the game as soon as my parents left the house. Played it for a couple of hours and stood in awe at the thing - the cinematics, the cool parkour moves, the arabian nights setting, the time manipulation to undo mistakes when platforming or in combat, the Prince breaking the fourth wall saying:”no no no, that’s not what happened, let me start over” whenever I died and got a game over…

You have not experienced true fear if at some point in your life you didn’t feel the cold sweat running down your back as you hear the very distinct sound of your parents’ car arriving when you’re doing something “prohibited”.

 As soon as I heard that sound, I quickly quit the game, uninstaled it (I could not run the risk of them finding out I had tainted their machine with a videogame *gasp!*), and ran to my room to hide the game before opening the door for them. 

Neetheless to say, I never made much progress since I had to start over every time after quitting and uninstalling the thing. I would just play those first couple of hours over and over, never knowing how the story progressed, but I was happy all the same. At one point I knew every line of dialogue, every music cue, every sound effect of that beginning part. It would be some years before I got my first laptop and finally managed to complete it. 

All of this to say that the game means a lot to me. Not just as a product or piece of entertainment. This wasn’t casually playing on someone’s gameboy advance or PS2 to have a bit of fun and pass the time.

 This was more intimate.

 It was just me; the game; a dark room and a blanket; and a sincere and charming, simple but compelling story told seamlessly through mechanics that only enhanced it. This was me witnessing gameplay and storytelling going hand in hand in a way that even many of my other favourite games don’t do, or don’t do as well (there’s usually some disconnect where a game only manages to really excel at one but not the other).

Ok, so on the announcement and trailer:

As a big fan you might think I was super hyped for this. 

But I gotta say…no, not really.

I’m not super angry, but I’m not really excited either honestly. And I don’t think it’s just the rough and uncanny character models and animation that people are pointing out all over (although that doesn’t help).

I guess to talk a bit on that, I should stress out that my problem isn’t that it doesn’t look realistic enough. To be honest, and this is going to sound rich from a big Witcher 3 fan, I think that the gaming industry overall, moreso big tripple A titles, seem to have this unhealthy obsession with photorealism. Like, I don’t need to see the characters’s pores to care about these polygon people. Strong art direction is what I feel is more valuable. I just don’t think this arms race to photorealism is sustainable. Games are taking longer to make and fund, and I’d rather have dev teams spend more time polishing and refining the games’ mechanics and/or story if the trade-off is less “realistic” graphics.  

It might just be personal preference, but I wish we were getting more stylized character and world design. Go look at some screenshots for Pathologic 2, a game that came out last year that hits that sweet spot between full-blown cartoony/caricature and realistic by today’s standards:

And I think that is somewhat what they were going for with this remake’s character models (or I hope it was). But it’s still not quite there, hopefully they’ll work on improving those so they can hit that sweet spot also.

(in defense of my hipocrisy and love of The Witcher 3, I think the more realistic look was appropriate for the world they were portraying, it benefits from it. However I don’t think I would love it any less if it had less detailed models and environments)

One last thing on the graphics.

I will say this though, at least from the footage we see in the new trailer the team seems to be capitalizing on colour. Big vibrant reds, blues, whites and yellows in the environment look great, and really captures the 1.001 nights/arabian nights feel that I absolutely love. I appreciate that since there’s always this tendency for remakes to suck all the colour and life from the original (in both games and movies), regardless if it fits the setting and tone or not.

Anyway, I think the reason I’m very much without a big reaction is that I believe the 2003 original is a true classic, a masterpiece even - I guess I should stress out that when I say masterpiece, I don’t mean it’s perfect. Just that the whole is bigger and better than the sum of its parts, that the things it does right, it does so right, that it completely overshadows the flaws. 

The story, the art direction, the gameplay (the holy trinity of platforming, combat and puzzle solving), the brilliant introduction of the dagger of time as a gameplay and story mechanic (one of my favourite mechanics in all of gaming), the music, the charming duo that is the Prince and Farah, the tight pacing with the game being just the right length and not overstaying its welcome, the outstanding level design where you’re never stuck doing one thing for too long (the game is always juggling between combat, story, platforming and puzzles, mixing and matching)… 

Looking at all these things, I just really don’t think we need a remake because I don’t think there’s that many glaring terrible flaws that could justify it. 

Adding more scenes and content could be good, or it might backfire: bloat and ruin the game’s already excelent pacing and fluidity (which I think is the main keyword that better describes the original, everything flows superbly). The original was only 6-8 hours long and it is better for it. I’m not confident that adding dozens of hours of gameplay like the big tittles today would help at all.

The only real improvements I can see are: 

tweeking and perfecting the combat (I’ve seen it mentioned that they’re implementing a targeting system which sounds good); 

perhaps also better Farah’s A.I during combat when you have to help protect her from swarms of enemies;

Maybe throw in a couple more enemy types? The cut sand tigers for example? 

usual things like adding the option of subtitles, add the ability to skip cutescenes;

But other than that…

I don’t even think the graphics of the original look bad. They’ve aged of course, with the game being 17 years old, but still. I installed it last night and played through the first hour to take some screenshots and I think they’re still good:

I can understand the MediEvil remaster, the Spyro remaster or the more recent FFVII remake in terms of wanting to update the graphics. I can understand that not everyone can easily go back to these low poly lads:

 But this game? I know I’m influenced by nostalgia and all, but I don’t think it needs that makeover that badly, especially when compared to these other remakes and remasters. Funnily enough, I just noticed that these examples I just listed were all PS1 games. PoP: SoT was a PS2 , PC and Xbox game. PS2 era games have aged far better visually and don’t need that big a makeover in my most humble opinion.

It would be one thing if the original was out of print like a Rule of Rose scenario ,where you can’t find the game unless you go to ebay or something and it’s stupid expensive. Or if it was a pain to get running on modern systems like it was with Grim Fandango, until it got a remaster. 

But no, you can find the Sands of Time trilogy and the PoP (2008) reboot on GOG and Steam (on Steam only there’s also the PoP:The Forgotten Sands midquel). So there isn’t the usual problem of the game no longer being accessible to people who want to play it, which helps justify the need for a remake.

The original still plays nice, sounds nice and looks nice, so I guess this all goes to show that at the end of the day, this remake just feels a bit unnecessary to me, at least from what little the trailer showed (I would love to have my bitter cynical ass proved wrong though!). 

 Maybe I just have a superhuman tolerance for older games and how they look, I really don’t have that big a problem if the game itself is good or interesting, so I don’t always think older games need remakes.

Maybe my falling out of love with Ubisoft in this last decade has curbed forever any hype I might have for their announcements, even when they pull out my  son, my baby boy Prince of Persia out again.

 Maybe I’m just burnt out and too pessimistic about remakes, remasters and adaptations (although game remakes usually do better than film ones).

And this makes me a bit sad because I don’t want to sh*t all over the first piece of “new”  Prince of Persia content we’ve had since 2010??? Oof, it’s been a while.

Especially knowing that Yuri Lowenthal is coming back and excited to voice the Prince again. And I also don’t want to be too harsh since we’re looking at an alpha of the game. But so far I’m just very numb to this, I do seriously hope it turns out good and that they don’t rush it out the door. But I’m not convinced we need a remake in the first place. The original is a milestone, a game changer. I’d rather see a game that had great ideas and poor execution being remade than something people already love and consider a masterpiece.

 Guess we’ll see how I feel once more news and footage come out.

Oh and feel free to share your own thoughts on this remake. I’m curious to know what both fans and newcomers alike think.

small edit: I can’t believe I was just watching this Sands of Time playthrough on youtube and at one point it is said: “Another game that is designed similarly to this is Soul Reaver actually.” 

Of course! I didn’t even see it! All of my favourite things are connected!!! Maybe that detail was another thing that helped me getting really into Soul Reaver as I was first playing it.

[leejeongz]

Ateez Ideal Types

this is totally my opinion!! please don’t take anything i said here seriously because it’s probably all wrong hehe���

hongjoong:

i’d imagine hongjoong would be most comfortable with someone who was in the quiet side, perhaps not introverted but quiet for sure. he would fall for someone who was mysterious and had a lot to explore would since they would intrigue him the most. of course he’d want someone understanding and not clingy since he won’t be with them all the time, but he’d still want them to miss him and be loyal (that’s a given but oh well.) i think he would enjoy being with someone who likes travelling with him and enjoys going on adventures but also someone who’s down to chill in the studio with him and give him honest opinions on any new music. honesty would be important to him in an s/o i think as well as trust. since hongjoong is how should i say this... vertically challenged, i’d imagine he’d want someone who is also rather short. i always imagined hongjoong going for someone a lil edgy in how they dress and how they cut their hair (and how they do their make up, but he’d rather no make up at all) but still keeping with the quiet vibe somehow. rather than cute, i think he’d prefer a sexy person, someone who is quite flirty with him, almost dominating in fact.

seonghwa:

i think seonghwa would go for someone who was stereotypically good looking. someone who everyone thinks is good looking. someone who KNOWS they are good looking, but he doesn’t want someone who is rude or has a superiority complex bc he’s a really nice person okay 🥺pls don’t put him through that. i think he’s a fan of long straight black hair and a light make up look, perhaps with a bold red lip and a winged eye liner on date nights just to spice it up a bit. i believe seonghwa would like someone who is keen on fashion and maybe even works in the industry. like him, i think his significant other would be someone with a kind heart, even if they do look cold on the outside. honestly, i think he’d really like someone who is quite innocent despite not looking it. they gotta have some table manners, manners in general in fact. being rude,especially when it’s uncalled for, is something i’d imagine he can’t stand!!!

yunho:

i think yunho would like someone small. like real small so he can tease them. i think he would like someone with “feminine feature” such as long hair and a cute lil button nose that he could boop every once in a while. i also think he would like pale skin that matches his. honestly, i don’t see him with someone who isn’t korean because of the language barrier but if he does fall for someone who doesn’t speak korean he’d probably learn english for u because he’s a big cutie like that. personality wise i think he would match well with someone quite loud and care free like him so they can mess around together and be wild (not in that way u cheeky chappy.) i think he would want someone who is a lil clingy and someone who always wants to be around him because secretly he always wants to be around them too. he would want someone who ate a lot i feel, chubby or thin, that doesn’t matter just be able to pack away a lot of delicious food. the main thing he would want is for you to be genuinely kind and happy. i feel like he’s someone who cannot stand “fakeness” so being genuinely happy and kind to him and to others would be one of his favourite things about you.

yeosang:

as he is an innocent lil bunny himself, i think he would want someone who is also quite innocent. someone who looks innocent and actually is innocent. the person must make Yeosang feel comfortable tho, since he’s quite a quiet guy, being all up in his face 25/8 would be a fat no no for him. he strikes me as someone who doesn’t exactly have a type, but more of “if we vibe, we vibe” kind of person so it really just depends on them. although he may not have an exact type, i think he would rather be with someone who could speak korean, he is wayyy too busy to learn english fluently rn so i don’t think that would be the best for him. for some reason, i get the vibe that he would like someone who stereotypically dresses like they go to Oxford. like those round metal glasses, a pleated skirt with tights and a nice shirt and he’s on the floor passed out from ur beauty. of course since he’s a visual GOD, i can see him with someone who also has beautiful facial features and silky soft hair. i don’t think body type matters that much to him tbh.

san:

fuck me san would loveee someone sexy, i don’t take constructive criticism. like typically sexy: curvaceous, tanned, long legs, defined jaw line and an intimidating stare (did i just describe Hwasa i think i did) but at the same time, like the duality king of ateez himself, i think he would like someone who is a b i g cutie pie, especially when they’re in public bc he’d probs get jealous should anyone else see ur sexy side. i think he would like someone with an interest in their appearance, someone who likes to stay fit and healthy and goes to the gym regularly. i see him as someone who wants an s/o that he can share the spotlight with and so confidence is the key to winning his heart. i see him with someone who also likes music. someone who writes music would be so fkn hot to him and he’d love to show off your talents on ur behalf. honestly at the end of the day i think he wants someone who is proud of him. someone who can show him that they’re proud of him and are actually being serious, not just saying it because they know he likes it.

mingi:

this cutie would want someone who is also vvvv cute. someone who dresses and acts cutely would be perfect for him. i see him going for someone who is perhaps considered quite tall, but is still short to him. idk why but i get the vibe that he would like gingers, dyed or natural. i think he would like someone with doll-like eyes and an infectious, gummy smile that lights up the whole room. omg someone who is constantly laughing and smiling would be perfect for mingi, a bright personality would make him super happy and comfortable. i kinda think he would like to be babied, but he’d also want to baby his s/o so it would need to be someone who is a bit of a switch (in a non sexual way ofc.) he would perhaps want someone who was quite loud and playful, especially when the two of them were alone. he’s not really a fan of PDA i don’t think, especially in front of the members, so he wouldn’t want anyone who liked to constantly kiss him or hold onto him when out and about. behind closed doors however, pls be all over him bc he’d love that i’d imagine ahah. idk maybe it’s just me but i think he needs some validation so someone who could give him that regularly would be perfect for him, without being condescending or not understanding.

wooyoung:

oh my gosh i KNOW wooyoung loves affection so his ideal type is definitely someone who is affectionate. as sexy as he claims to be, he’s still a big cutie and i think he would want a cute s/o. i believe he would like someone sensitive that he could look out for to make him feel “manly.” i think he would thrive best in a relationship with someone who isn’t afraid of telling him to calm down when he needs to or to rest occasionally, even if he doesn’t admit to wanting that. an s/o with a great sense of humour would be perfect for him, someone who can adapt their humour to the situation would be especially cool. like him, i think he would want to date a dancer or an idol of some sort. in terms of appearance i don’t think he would be that fussy. i think he’d be a big fan someone who had nice eyebrows tho, like idk maybe he has an eyebrow kink? i think he’d love blue eyes or features that aren’t typically “korean.” i think too, he would go for someone who wasn’t too skinny but was still healthy.

jongho:

literally be his baby and his mother and you are his forever. i think jongho would LOVE to be babied just as much as he loved being the strong masculine boyfriend in the relationship. he isn’t really a fan of PDA but i think he’d make an exception for the love of his life, and he would find it cute to see someone who was touchy with their friends (but he’d also get jealous,,, a sticky one). he would like someone who is cute and their “reputation” if you will is positive and all things about them are nice. if you could sing, he would REALLY like that. like he’d be super into doing things when he knew you had a shared passion for them. appearance wise i think he would like someone kinda chubby with cute cheeks he could pinch hehe. i think he would like someone who looked natural: no make up, natural hair colour, no fillers or plastic surgery. maybe this goes without saying but i think he would want someone short, shorter or just a lil taller than him though he doesn’t mind about that, just not so tall that it looks odd ya feel?

gifs aren’t mine

[ladyadalicialove]

Akumanettes ~ Part 1

So I’ve decided as a reward for finishing my exams to indulge in Akumatied Marinettes!! I love seeing people’s takes on what her form would be and so I decided to do a small series on some of those interpretations. 

This first part will be my own versions, one of which I’ve shown before. The next few parts will be a mix of my own and fanart of other akumanettes. 

These posts will show a song that I think fits with the akuma, the actual design with a quote, small explanation of the design/outfit, the story behind akumatisation and powers.

so go ahead read these first two and tell me what you think!!

.: Marionette :.

Song: The Puppet Song - SailorUrLove

The design/outfit is inspired by the puppet from the FNAF series. Personally I love the fact that many puppets have no expression or just a single expression. They are also symbolic of manipulation/control. Because of this I think that its a perfect base for an akumatised Marinette. 

I wanted to have a look that departed from everything that is her. Mainly the lack of colour with the obvious duo-chromatic palette. 

The long white hair is very ghostly, and so is the floating black coat. Along with her single expression, it makes her appear vacant. Which is what I want, because of my head canon that follows the story.

Story:

This is set in their last year of High-school, both of our favourite super heroes have been doing it for 4 years. Marinette has especially become good at stopping akumas reaching victims. She has thwarted Hawkmoth’s akumas from reaching their victims several times, enough that it has caused a severe decrease in his super villains. Since she actively seeks his victims and talks to them about their problems, thus preventing akumas it angers him. 

Hawkmoth has been waiting for the opportunity to akumatise Marinette for some time. He wants this girl to suffer, he wants his revenge against her. And he finally gets his chance when she graduates. 

The akumatised object is the red button on her coat. The button was Adrien’s. he gave it to her during their graduation. Why? Well Kagami told Adrien about how during graduation in Japan, certain buttons of a guys shirt mean things. She told him that the first button represents oneself, the second represents one’s most beloved person, the third one’s best friends and so on. She told him this in hopes that he give his second button to her, the one meant for a love confession.

Adrien however mixes the meanings of the buttons up and decides to give the second button to Marinette thinking it’s him telling her about them being best friends forever. 

He gives her his second button, the one meant for a love confession and he tells her all about how he wants to stay in touch after graduations. Marinette aware of the Japanese button tradition, thinks he confessing to her and she proceeds to confess her feelings. Marinette wants no regrets after graduation!!

Adrien however, realises his mistake and corrects himself, and rejects her.  Marinette of course says it okay and that she obviously got too excited. Adrien naively understands, but before he can get the button back she runs.

She takes her earrings off and instructs Tikki to go to Master Fu, believing she won’t have the will to fight Hawkmoth. Tikki tries to convince her otherwise but a purple butterfly entering the button interrupts them. Hawkmoth uses to opportunity to attempt to akumatise her, convincing her that Adrien manipulated her into her confession. He tells her she can control everyone she wants and never has to be manipulated by those she trust again (the irony lol). Thus Marionette is born.

Throughout the akumatisation, Marinette remains inside herself, aware of what is happening. Watching her akuma form create a web of white strings over Paris. Hawkmoth wants her to suffer from the damage and pain she will inflict onto Paris, since she has caused his mission to be extended and he is a bit salty.

I will leave the story there. 

Powers:

Marionette can control millions of the strings from her web that is strung across  Paris. Like a spider she can feel where her victims are and can snatch them. She cocoons them in her strings and they transform into horrifying little puppets that follow her command aka they just transform others into puppets. The puppet army is coming~

Marionette however remains in a giant ball of strings at the top of the Eiffel tower. Just imagine a giant white yarn ball on the tower. She sits there, limp and lifeless in the ball fighting Hawkmoth in her mind. 

The strings she makes are uncuttable but can be destroyed by Chat Noir’s Cataclysm. But he would have to Cataclysm a lot of her strings to untangle Paris, and I don’t Plagg is up for that. 

.: Ring Mistress :.

Song: Scooby doo! Big top - When the Circus Comes to Town 

So I have actually discussed this akumatised form in another post. But there was still loads of stuff I didn’t finalise til now. 

Her design is meant to be reminiscent of Circus Ring Leaders, with the red coat, top hat and cane. Her eyes are green because they look great in green and it implies her powers aka ability to change. They were purple before but I change it :p

I wanted her to look mature but not too sexy, hence why I changed her from the original concept. I had to scrap the whip it was too much lol. But the more simple design is more appropriate for her and she certainly looks evil now.

Story:

Another day, another lie from Lila. Marinette’s reputation had been crumbling since Lila had stepped into their classroom claiming she had Tinnitus in her left ear. Or was it the right ear? 

The final straw was not Lila cornering her in the bathroom for the third time that week. But Lila had told all her classmates that she had found a diary written by Marinette, it apparently detailed all the things she hated about her classmates.

Lila had ever so graciously read it out to her class, and they were furious. Alya wanted revenge and since Marinette had left to go to the bathroom. Alya grabbed Marinette’s school bag and proceeded to shred its contents with the help of the class. They laughed as they ripped apart her sketchbook and assignments. They cackled when they destroy her stuff.  

Marinette came back to see it unfold before her. Her heart sunk as she stood frozen in the doorway, fat streams of tears had come. Her sniffle caused the class to look at her. Alya thought when Marinette discovered their doings she would have yelled out them, pull a Chloe or something. Not a confused, scared and hurt pig-tailed girl. 

Marinette ran to the bathrooms. Passing Adrien who had finally arrived from a photoshoot. (sunshine boy has no clue)

Bursting through the doors, she crashed into the tiled wall. Marinette choked a sob.

Within a few minutes Tikki had taken the earrings, she couldn’t calm Marinette down.

- intermission~ I have written a good chunk of a fanficition based on this so I won’t give the whole story away I guess -

The akumatised object is a photo of her friends, it’s placed in her hat alongside a random card. Being a hero meant she knew how to prepare against Chat. By having a decoys such as fake earrings and the car, she has possibly increased her akuma longetivity especially if Chat grabs the wrong one to cataclysm. 

sis aint playing games

Powers

Ring Mistress of course has increased speed and agility, and that cane can do some damage. However her main ability is to turn people into circus performers based on that person’s sin. She transforms the whole class excluding Adrien (he gotta be a leather boi) into circus acts. So far this is list I’ve created based on the class:

Nino + Alya - Knife Throwing = How can these two trust each other not to hurt each other when they hurt Marinete? Ring Mistress would love to know.

Lila - Corntortionist = Lying means to twist words, might as well bend along with them, eh Lila? 

Sabrina + Chloe - Lion Tamer = Abusive and an exploitative relationship. I kinda want Chloe to be the Lion? I drew it up and its funny as. Uno reverse card biotch!

Kim - Strong Man = My dude is pretty vain when it comes to his athleticism, so gotta make him a strong man!! I imagine he is the only one having a good time during this akuma attack. 

Alix - Human Comet = A risk-taker or over confident? This cocky daredevil will give you an explosive time at this circus!

Rose + Juleka - Trapeze Act = This absolutely cute duo is terrified of losing each other! Ring Mistress hopes they don’t slip, after all there isn't a net to catch them~

Max - Juggler = So many projects, so little time! How does a human calculator calculate that? Juggle those robots Max! 

Nathaniel, Mylene and Ivan, are the ones I don’t know about. Maybe background clowns?? I need help to decide what is best for them.

Ring Mistress is desperately looking for Adrien to turn him into a clown though. After all only a clown would rather maintain complacency than help a friend in need. 

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That’s it for this akumanette post! I would love to hear your thoughts on these head canons of mine!! I hope to write stories on them and add some illustrations of the puppets and the class as a circus over the next couple of days. 

Anyway I hope you enjoyed reading it!

Next part might be La Justice fanart >o<