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viking-writing · 11 months ago

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Hallo hallo!💕 HAPPY NEW YEARS/GODT NYTTÅR!🎉

I'm planning on getting the first fic in my Rammstein AU fic series done in 2024! Hopefully before the end of January as that is Rammsteins 30th anniversary-month (Or so I've been told?) but 2024 is their anniversary year anyway so I'll be done long before the end of this year with the first fic in the series! 😁

@marimayscarlett you need to help me with some of the german so you get to read all the chapters before everyone else! ^^

Here is a sneak peak on some of my OC's.

I've actually found at least one of them on "thispersondoesnotexist.com" and it was surreal how the looks matched so perfectly with how I visioned him in my head. Especially considering how the page just makes random AI persons every single time you refresh. I even ended up finding TWO pictures of him (the two fake men look nearly identical and it was beyond perfect for how I visioned him!)

I'll save the "realistic pictures" for some other time. Instead enjoy some piccrew avatars I made of some of my OC's (with some added facts. Warning; this is a long read so if you don't bother you can just look at the avatars instead)

Name: Cornelia Francesca (II/the 2nd.). However she prefers to only go by "Cornelia" or "Nelia" for short.

Gender: Cis woman

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Nationality: That depends on what you lay in the meaning "nationality" (She is mostly German by blood but she was born and grew up in France.)

Facial features: Very pale skin (her veins are mostly visible) and her face is heartshaped. She considers her chin to be "too long and sharp-pointed" and with her big dark- blue, doll-like eyes and blonde curly locks she is often underrestimated or "sweet-talked". Her brows are Blonde/white/nearly "invisible", and her upper lip is slightly bigger than her lower lip, which sometimes could be mistaken for a "frowning pout". Furthermore her lips has no cupids bow. Lastly she "wishes she could have had freckles or beauty marks" as she "finds such to be very unique and beautiful."

Body type: She is tall and has an Hour glass figure. She is naturally heavy chested while her waist is small both by birth and "by the aid of corsets."

Piercings and tattoos: None. Trying to pierce a hole into her would "be a waste of time."

Diet: Vegetarian (mostly). She doesn't mind eating eggs or drinking milk as long as its from trusted farms.

Musical taste: Her taste in music is vast and consist of any genre, from any decade. She doesn't have any favorite band or artist in particular as she doesn't like to place any artist or band "up on a pedestal" as they are "all to be considered talented and should therefore all be equally appreciated".

Fashion sense: Anything from disorted jeans to long ruffled lace skirts. Her most "outraged/scandalous" fashion statement are probably the times when she likes to adjust/modify her corsets so they would fit over jeans and t-shirts. However she doesn't like bold prints or too strong colors, except deep blue or deep red. She wish she could have earrings but as already mentioned: piercing her ears would be a waste of time. She likes wearing necklaces that are simple and not too flashy: anything from simple stone pendants to single colored heavy laced chokers though as for pearls, she has "always found them too mature looking."

Name: Bas (He thinks his mother gave him way too many names, so he prefers to only use the first one.)

Gender: Cis man

Pronouns: He/Him (but he won't correct you if you say they/them.)

Sexuality: Asexual & Aromantic He thinks Romance is ok in movies and books...but "in real life he is good with having family and friends!"

Nationality: The Republic of the Congo.

Skin color: Black "and beautiful" as he would usually say.

Facial features: A rounded face. Bald head he lost his hair due to "some hair...disease?" He doesn't remember what it was called, and "he doesn't really care. Without hair it's easier for him to get ready in the morning and then he can have plenty of time to do fun things!". His nose is wide and short with wide nostrils. He really likes his nose, and the rest of his face! His facial hair is usually scruffy or cleaned shaved. He "tried to grow a moustache, once....and it turned out all patchy so he never wants to do it again!". He has black/dark brown puppy- eyes which according to him means he can "get whatever he wants? No he is probably too old for that trick!" . His eyes have dark circles and a few wrinkles under them but he knows that "in his age being tired is a cool lifestyle, so the dark circles are matching great!".

Body Type: A little on the heavier side with a little portruding tummy, which is alright! He is "exactly how he wants to be and no one can tell him otherwise!"

Piercings and tattoos: Both of his ear lobes are pierced with a metal/silvery earring. He wish he could get tattoos but thinks he "probably wouldn't tolerate that much pain over such a long period of time."

Diet: "Anything goes." He thinks "pasta is boring unless you add some mushroom, a hearty meat sauce and spinach." He thinks "seafood is alright. Shrimps are very good" but to him "nothing beats a well done burger and salty fries!" He thinks that chickens tastes good but that "the source material looks messed up when it runs around and has feathers on it." Basically he thinks all birds are scary and that they "should stay as far away from him as possible!"

Favorite type of music: Bas likes most music but claims that Opera "is the worst." He also thinks that lyrical Jazz that is "too upbeat" sounds "weird and too loud/too confusing." Slow, Classical or electronic music is wonderful if he "wants to relax." He doesn't really appreciate Reggea music too much although "Mark" (Markus) has tried his best to show him "the beauty of it." Soul music is ok, but can get a bit too "screamy/naggy" after a while...

Fashion sense: He loves to wear colorful t- shirts, matched up with a well used, black suit jacket or black, wool coat jacket. Nearly all of his shirts has mostly either vibrant colors or has a cool pattern on them. But it has to be a pattern that is "repetitive and isn't too overwelming". According to himself he "probably doesn't own a single pair of suit pants." In addition to the colorful t-shirts and hoodies; dark or standard colored jeans, comfy shorts and sweatpants is what he "prefers to live in, depending on the season." A hat, preferably a cap worn the "correct way and not backwards" is a "must to protect his head from being burned". He loves colorful hoodies and brown or red scarfs. He doesn't like to wear beanies, because he thinks it "makes him look like the stereotypical black burglar/rapper guy". As for jewelry he doesn't bother to wear any except for the wrist watch he got from his dad, and his standard black or silvery gray earrings. He thinks goldchains are "super corny and he wouldn't be caught dead or alive wearing one! Not even if someone paid him!" As for shoes; regular short laced up leather boots are "easy to wear and they go with anything". Either that or he likes to wear black sneakers, as white sneakers, according to him "would again make him look too much of a rapper guy or some kid trying to impress someone".

Name: Markus E. Weiss and "please don't ever call him "Mark" or "Markie" or any other shortened nicknames as he doesn't appreciate that".

Gender: Male. He says he "doesn't understand the meaning or the need for the word cis. " He also says he "won't understand what 'being trans' means." Hopefully he can be thought otherwise.

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Straight

Nationality: West-German (the former GDR)

Skin color: White

Facial features: He thinks his face is pretty average and oval shaped, especially for "a man in his age". He has a slightly rounded, slightly pointed chin. His blue medium big, slightly down-turned eyes is for the most part behind a pair of silvery steel, squared shaped glasses. He has been told he has very "kind but sad looking eyes". His brown hair that has "gotten lighter with age", is sually sleeked back without any shaved sides. His hair tends to get very wavy the day after he has showered. His nose is slightly downturned with a slightly narrow- rounded tip and he thinks it looks "pretty average just like most of his face". He has pretty straight teeth except for one upper tooth off to the side that is a little shorter than the rest. His ears are a little portruding. His lips are thin, and it makes him look very mischeavious whenever he is lightly smiling.

Body type: "Asymmetrical" and he is "too embarrassed to tell you how/why". Although he believes he is "quite fit for a man of his age he "knows its only a question of time before he gets thinner or gets a belly/tummy just like most men his age if they don't regularly work out".

Piercings and tattoos: None. Because he thinks that "such things doesn't look right. Except for earrings", but for him earrings "belong in the past with his long hair and big sunglasses."

Diet: What he is being served, which is mostly vegetarian food now...unless "there is a special delivery that contains meat in it". He doesn't drink alcohol. He likes a good stew or "anything that is homemade with lots of love and tradition" but all in all he "isn't really picky on trying out new types of food".

Favorite type of music: He mostly listens to classic rock, or 80's rock, although "Soul and Reggea with a meaning has the sound that makes the world go around." He thinks Patti Smith, Pat Benatar and Annie Lennox are "very underrated." Some of his favorite artists includes Patti Smith, Queen, The Doors, David Bowie, The Ramones and The Rolling Stones. He "doesn't really care that much for hip hop, but they are talented in singing fast/rapping, but it just isn't what he would listen to".

Fashion sense: He mostly wears his uniform. Sometimes he wears the black turtle neck without the gray uniform jacket, and pairs this with the gray or navy blue uniform pants or black suit pants. He "probably doesn't own more than one pair of jeans but he swears that velvet bell-bottom pants were everything when he was younger!" He likes to sleep in black or dark gray sweat pants paired with old washed out band t-shirts or single colored (dark blue, white, dark gray or black) long-sleeves. When he is at work he has a silver pocket watch attached to his suitjacket or fastened by the hip at the belt of his suit/uniform pants. He thinks its "practical that the watch can be attached to the belt if it becomes too hot to wear the uniform jacket".)

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That was some of the characters , but I'm also adding a little bonus. Richard Z Kay in a fancy halloween costume/sexy vampire bat-costume! I swear this character is always so extra. It's funny how real-life Richard Kruspe is one of my least favorite Rammstein member, but in my fic series he is actually one of my favorite characters and I am going to defend him at any cost! I honestly wish he was real and that we could hang out not just "in my head/imagination".

Name: Richard Zee Kay/ RZK/Richard Z. Kruspe/Richard Zven/Sven Kruspe Landers. (The list could be endless for a diva like him!)

Gender: male, bclaims that "sometimes he is a whole gender for himself that should NOT be messed with and always have his way or isn't "diva" considered a gender?"

Pronouns: He/him/"Katchen/Fab/Herr Fab/Frau Fab/Divalicious😘".

Sexuality: PAULsexual ❤ ("it's ok to be GAY"/fab-sexual)

Nationality: West Germany (former West-Berlin.)

Skin color: White or fake/real tan

Facial features: A very sharp jawline and a sharp chin, that he hates as it "looks way too masculine". He has ususally "neatly plucked brows". His eyes are big and blue but slightly downturned. His hair is naturally brown and thick/wavy but he used to have "awful blonde dreadlocks which wasn't his choice by the way". Nowadays (at the beginning of the story) he mostly keeps his hair short and dyes it black and "unlike your neighbour or your aunt he is a master colorist and knows EXACTLY what he is doing!" He has according to his husband Paul and his best friend Thalia a "charming, slightly boy-ish smile especially after he had his teeth properly cleaned and fixed". Another thing that Thalia and Paul has told him is that "his face is really expressive, especially when he disprooves/shows a disgust or confusion about something". He doesn't like his own nose as "it could have been a lot shorter" but his husband Paul has claimed that "that would probably make him look like Michael Jackson AFTER plastic surgery" so Richard slowly accepted the nose that "the universe gave him." He has thin lips, but according to him, his husband Paul "has never complained...if ya know what he means? 😉"

Body type: Richard "used to be a twink-teen in the 80's and early 90's (he was born in 1973 in my fic series) but has bulked up A LOT since then! 💪" He now (at the beginning of the story) has a strong v-shaped back with back-dimples something Paul seemingly "knows to take advantage of 😉" According to Paul, Richard's broad upper body is "both a turn on and an odd threat". Richard would now describe himself as "a friendly but bossy hunk with an ass that is bigger, more perfect and more plump than yours will ever be!". Further he claims that he "takes great pride in keeping his ass that way" and that "it's reserved for Paul H. Landers anygays so don't you even bother!". Richard describes his chest as "more amazing than whatever cleavage you will ever have." Further he says that "unfortunally he wasn't given a big dick that would match his big attitude", but he also tries to remind himself about how Paul always tells him that he "has a beautiful penis/Schwanz...just the way it is". In other words: Richard's below average dick size doesn't affect his self esteem "as much as it used to before he met Paul" and he claims "he owes this to his wonderful husband who loves him as him ❤".

Diet: "Anything goes as long as HE or any other professionally trained chef has prepared the food, because he used to be a chef before he became a hair stylist and master colorist". He claims that the reason for why he quit as a chef was "as much as he loved making food, it got too warm and stressful in the restaurant-kitchen and that just spiked his anxiety to the max!"). He prefers pasta or pizza and "didn't like soups at first but Paul convinced him and now he is hooked on all kinds of soups just as much as his husband!" He tries to eat as much proteins as he can "without chugging down on protein shakes, and actually if he can avoid having to drink those nasty shakes again and still get bulked up nicely, then that would be perfect!"

Piercings/tattoos: He "used to rock a belly button after he first started dating Paul but it rejected, and yes he is still upset by that." As for jewelry he first "shared one of Paul's silvery or black earrings and thought it was cute that they could wear one, each, until Paul began to nag on him to get it back for the sake of symmetry". Which "gave him the push to save money for another hole in the 2nd ear and finally buy his own earrings". Other than that he has been thinking about "getting a tongue piercing or a brow piercing" and although Paul seems to be "very supportive of the tongue piercing, he thinks Richard first needs to decide an actual SHAPE of his brow before he gets it pierced so sadly it never happened". As for tattoos, Richard doesn't have any but he claims that for a short time he "dead-seriously wanted to have 'Property of Paul L.' or 'Property of Heiko' (Paul's birth name.)" tattooed above his ass, but "Paul talked him out of it". He has also thought about getting a tattoo of a guitar on his wrist or shoulder that would "symbolize that his husband used to be a punk guitarist in a band in the 80's and early 90's". Another tattoo that Richard is still considering is "cool, diagonally aligned black stars on both of his hips."

Favorite type of music: "Paul's moans, laughter and guitar riffs🥰"... KISS. Scorpions. Firehouse "just to mention a few". He says he "loves to listen to any brutal Death Metal song, anything by Nine Inch Nails, Feeling B, Depeche Mode, The Ramones, The Sex Pistols or Danzig whenever he is jogging or lifting weights." He claims to have "always been a fan of 80's and 90's synth pop, goth, and punk and swears that his favorite punk band now is Feeling B" which was Paul's former band who disbanded sometime in the early 90's, but with a last concert in the early 00's. Some other of Richard's favorite bands/artists includes Sisters of Mercy. The Mission. London After Midnight. The Lords of The Church. Death. The Misfits. The Clash.Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Tool. Slayer. Kreator. DIO. Lamb of God. Accept. White Snake. Nazareth. Meshugga... but "the list could go on and on but it's mostly guys with deep and kinda depressive voices.. " After he started dating Paul, Richard got into David Bowie and the industrial metal band Hindenburg" (although in your universe/the real world, they are known as Rammstein) while Thalia got him into liking Eisbrecher and darker techno.

Fashion sense: "The best!💋" according to himself; no matter what Paul, Thalia or anyone else tells him.

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ramblehour · 2 years ago

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Onmw to buy all the colors🏃‍♀️

For starters I have these heartshaped glasses that turn lightsources into heartshapes yk?

some observations on color coding eyewear in ficton and their meanings

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whitesuited-arch · 5 years ago

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MUN VS. MUSE TIME !!

tagged by : @jokethur ( ty!!!! ) tagging : omg steal it have fun i love these things just @ me.

#𝒐𝒐𝒄. ` / dash memes.#feat me and my sidekick coffee #they didn't have my glasses so #heartshaped it IS #but also can we all just agree we are not Worthy #of one sharon carter's beauty

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idamariaw · 3 years ago

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A one-shot where you meet a british man, a bit clumsy for his own good sometimes but at least it brought him to you.

This is dedicated to @atlafan, Happy Birthday 🌸

The air was humid, warm and had a strong scent of your favourite jasmin bodywash as you carefully stepped out of the bathtub to continue to get ready for your date tonight. A date that you’ve been looking forward to all week and made it way easier to get through classes and exams, even though you didn’t know much about Harry yet. That was his name, Harry Styles.

You met him just over a month ago in the coffee shop near your apartment where you spend most off your afternoons to study or read, the earthy and warm environment having a calming effect and the staff always sweet. You were reading an article for your course in political science, Stevie Nicks ’Wild Heart’ playing with your notes and books neatly in a pile by your side as eveything sudden flew to the ground with a large thud. It startled you a bit and you took your headphones off to register what caused the mess while you heard a voice beneeth you along your dropped belongings,

”Shit! I-i’m so sorry. My guitar bag got stuck in the corner of your books, I really didn’t mean to.”

A mop of chocolate curls cought your eyes while speaking to you with his deep voice and keeping to apologize even though it didn’t matter, you knew it was an accident. After picking up your things he got up to his feet and you got the oppurtunity to really look at him now. Tall, broad build at the shoulders, skinny jeans with a button up in different patterns, curls to his chin and the most beautiful green eyes you’ve ever seen.

”I’m so fuckin’ clumsy, first time at this coffee shop and this happens.” Now you noticed he had an accent, a british one? Well if your cheeks weren’t burning before they sure were now.

”Oh no it’s okay! I promise. Accidents happen, i’m pretty clumsy myself so you’re not alone. I was getting zoned out on my work anyway so you helped me with that” You said with a smile to reasure you’re not irritated or anything.

”Thank you for trying to make me feel better, but your muffin got on the ground as well. Let me buy you another please?” He furrowed his eyebrows a bit and pouted his heartshaped lips and you just couldn’t say no.

”Oh and I’m Harry by the way, Harry Styles.”

After that you asked him to sit down with you and tried to give him a good impression of the shop although it’s caotic beggining. You learned that he actually was brittish, was majoring in English Literature, wrote music and sang covers with his band.

You met him every now and then the following weeks and after sharing a carrot cake with a latte a few days ago he finally got the courage to ask you what you thought about for weeks,

”Would you be willing to see me outside this coffee shop for dinner on Friday? Please?”

And here you were, freshly out the bath and in your closet looking for an outfit. It was early autumn and Harry said he’d pick you up at 6, so a leo printed long skirt and a sage green knitted sweather along with maroon converse and a bamboo knitted purse with some jewelry would work. A pretty little matching lace bralette and panties underneath just in case things would go that way. Just as you put on a layer of your strawberry flavoured lip gloss you heard the doorbell ring and your heart skipped a beat. You looked over yourself once more before getting your purse and rushed to the door.

There he stood, so good looking it almost made you angry, with his signature black skinny jeans, a black button up, brown boots, a tan coat and hair up in a bun.

”Hello darling, I’m sorry if i’m a tad early. These are for you by the way.” He came in for a hug and kissed your cheek as he handed you a bouquet of red roses and you got a chance to take in his strongly scented perfume that consumed your senses.

”No I was just ready so it’s okay! Wow thank you, i’ve never gotten flowers before. I’m just gonna put these in a vase and I’ll be right with you.” He furrowed his eyebrows a bit as he leaned against the treeshold.

”Really? Hm I’ll remember that then. I’ll just wait by the car, we’re going for a drive about 20 minutes away if that’s okay. Take your time darling.”

As said, he waited by the car and opened the door for you on the passenger side and then you were on you way.

”Can I have a guess at where we’re going? Dinner somewhere maybe?” You asked even though you didn’t really have any but you’ve always loved surprises and he didn’t even know that.

”Well you can guess darling but i’m not sure you’re gonna figure it out that easy. But yes, we will have dinner in a way.” He answered you with a crooked smirk, showcasting his dimples.

After the 20 minute drive he parked by a black steele double gate leading the way to something you were quite familiar with but haven’t visited in ages.

”The botanical garden?” You asked surprised while Harry opened the door for you to step out.

”Yeah, is that alright with you? I figured as you like the atmosphere at the coffee shop so much this could be nice.” He said a bit shyly.

”Are you kidding me? Ofcourse I love it, I used to be here as a kid with my parents a lot but haven’t been in ages!”

”Thank god, I got nervous there for a second. I’m just gonna get some things in the car but you can start walking up and I’ll meet you at the front.” He said as he started to pick some things out from the back.

You felt giddy and excited as you approach the building and started to walk up to the front like Harry told you. It was when you came to the entrance that you noticed it’s closed and locked. Did Harry know this? Then you felt a hand at the small of your back and the smell of his perfume announced his presens as you turned around and what you saw made you melt to a puddle inside. The guitarbag was secured aganist his back and in his arms he held a picnic basket with a blanket and filled with all kind of goods.

”An evening picnic at the botanical garden with some live music, can’t go wrong with that can we?” He said with a cheeky shrug even though you could sense the nerves in his eyes.

”Seriously? That’s so nice Harry, oh my god. It’s to much to be honest. But how do we get in? And is it even aloud?” You didn’t want to doubt him or his plans but you couldn’t help it as it was actually closed.

”Hm don’t need to doubt me darling. I know the owners son as I helped him with a poem analysis in our class so he owned me a favour.” He explanied as he fished up the key in his coatpocket and opened the door with ease.

The setting and environment was everything you remembered from when you were younger and visited this place, green and thriving plants and vegetation everywhere, even a little pond in the middle with a fountain. The ceiling was made of pure glass so you could clearly see the sky that began to darken and stars starting to shine through, it was breathtaking.

”I was thinking we could set up and get up these stairs close to the roof to we get the best view.” You heard Harry speak up as he lead the way up to a white spiral stair that got you to a spot near the roof to spread out everything and sit comfortably.

He really didn’t spare anything on the food or drink, a nice rosé wine, fruits and berries of all kinds and a fancy charcuterie board.

”Harry I hope you know that you didn’t really need to do so much for our date, a romcom with a burger and fries would have been just as nice. But I really appriciate this, thank you so much.” So said honestly because it was true, just being with him was more than enough.

”Thank you for being honest darling but it’s not to much. You deserve the effort and I want to show you how important this is for me, how important you are for me. Feed me a strawberry please? And do you have any song requests?” He said as he brought up the guitar from its bag.

”Maybe ’Leather and Lace’ by Stevie Nicks if you know that one?” You asked softly as you brought the strawberry to his pouty heartshaped lips and your throat got a bit dry when he hummed against the fruit as he took a bite.

”Mmh, thank you darling. And yes I know that one, a pretty big Stevie fan myself actually.”

He said as he started to play the strings on the guitar, the melody started to fill the garden and softly singing the lyrics made everything complete. It was almost like the man in front of you couldn’t be real with how perfect he looked.

”You’ve been staring at my lips quite a lot this evening.”He said taking out of your trance and making you blush down your neck.

”W-what? Oh i’m sorry Harry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” You started to explain yourself but he cut you off quickly,

”Shh, no darling it didn’t make me uncomforable at all. Come here please.” He made grabby hands at you as you sat opposite to him on the blanket so you could come up to his lap.

”I promise you it didn’t. I’ve been looking at you too you know, so beautiful today it makes my heart ache. So happy and thankful, proper cuite you are. Must have the sweetest mouth to. Would you let me have a taste?” He said as his fingers came to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and lips almost touching yours.

”Yes Harry please.” You almost whimpered against his mouth until you felt his lips softly pressing aganist yours. You shifted in his lap to wrap your fingers in the nape of his neck below the bun to deepen the kiss, Harry leaning back to take a breath.

”Tastes like strawberrys darling, gonna give me a toothache with this sweet mouth of yours.”

You continued to kiss for a while and as he moved down to your neck he felt you shift against him more and he got the courage to lay you down on the blanket and hover over you to get better acess to the rest of you.

”Can I take this off? Or will you be cold?” He asked while playing with the hem of your sweather.

”No I want it off please, I won’t be cold.” You barely finished the sentence before the sweather was off and Harry started to kiss from you neck down to the crease of your breasts.

”Smells like flowers darling, and so soft. Perfect tits you have.” His raspy voice sent a shudder down your core the same time as he carefully touched your breasts and started to kiss them through your lacy bralette.

”What’s this hm? A fuckin nipple piercing? Almost as if you’re tryin to kill me, fuck.” Oh yeah, you almost forgot about that one in your right nipple and he sucked and nipped at it as a man obsessed.

Being teased and played with for so long now made you whimper again and you tried to buck your hips into him for more friction now as you started to ache from your lower region.

Harry noticed this and made the decision to use this against his favor.

”Do you want my mouth somewhere else darling? Seems like your aching pretty bad. Or fingers maybe? Need you to talk to me.”

”Yes please, I want your mouth on me so bad. Please Harry.” If you weren’t so worked up you would feel embarassed for your neediness but you just couldn’t care right now.

”So polite, ofcourse I’ll give it to you. Anything you want, you’ll have. Can I take the skirt off?”

You nodded quickly and he got down so he was facing your core and budged up the skirt around your hips. He kissed your mound over your panties and looked up at you with a cheeky smirk.

”Matching knickers, hm? You’re flattering me darling, being so pretty for me.”

”I-i was just being hopeful…” You let out a breathy laugh at his observation feeling the blush creeping to your cheeks again.

”I was to if i’m being honest but I didn’t want to push you into anything, i’m so thankful that you let me see you like this but I really want to take these of as pretty as they may be and taste you properly. Smells so fuckin’ good I’m going insane.” He took the panties of and let out a low growl while spreading you open with his fingers and see how you were glistening from the wetness under the starlight. Going in for a long stripe with his tounge from your slit to your swollen nub, sucking and nibbling at it just the right way to make you give out a loud shaky moan. He continued playing with your clit with his tounge and lapping up all the sweetness he could get while he felt your legs starting to shake against his head and your moans only got louder.

”Making such pretty noices for me darling, keep going. Need to know that I make you feel good. Want my fingers as well while I play with your clit? Already so swollen for me.”

”Yes fuck i’m gonna cum soon, please Harry I want your fingers please…”It was all you could say before you felt two of his fingers press against your slit and tounge going back to your clit. Your hands found his hair and he let put a growl against you as you tugged on it harder than you intendent, small strais of hair coming out from the bun.

”You can cum darling, I’ve got you. Being so good for me and letting go like this. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had, so so fucking good for me. Let me have it, please.” He continued to thrust his fingers as he said his dirty words and that sent you off the edge and gave you the most intense orgasm of your life. Small tears rolled down your cheeks and Harry kissed your inner thighs to help you come down. He licked his fingers clean and covered you again with the skirt, going up to face you and kiss your lips.

”Mmh, hi pretty girl. Felt good?” He asked nuzzling against your nose and stroking your cheek.

”Oh my god, yes. You’re literally perfect Harry, thank you.” You closed your eyes and cuddled into his side as he laid beside you looking up to the stars against the glass ceiling.

”No I’m not darling but thank you. What do you say about cleaning up and head over to mine, watch a movie and I can make you a cuppa? Sounds good?” He asked you before whispering quitly to himself ”And thank god for me being a clumsy fool.”

#harry styles preferences #harry styles fluff #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles story

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pink-imagines · 4 years ago

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hand print

request: i just had an idea lmao so i read your bakugou x baker! s/o hcs and i can totally see him smacking your ass and leaving a flour handprint 😭you don't know its thwre (continuation): oops lol i sent that before i finished it lol but imagine him not telling you its there and everyone sees it and they're like 👁👄👁

click here to read the head canons i made that inspired this

a/n: i am so rusty at writing so this turned out... well weird.

warnings: ass grabbing

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You hadn’t gotten a chance to bake in a while. Work always got in the way and your free time was spent relaxing from the amount of work you had. So you had done it. You had worked day in, day out to get an entire week off. Not only that, you had planned to meet up with your old school friends in the middle of that week. Up to that day you had been making small muffins and even bread, since everyone was coming over to your place. Of course, it wasn’t only your place - you were currently living with your long time partner, Katsuki. The two of you had been a bit on and off since UA, but had finally moved in together after so long. One thing had never changed during all those years, he still loved to tease you when you baked. Baking had been your hobby since you were a kid and, instead of putting his amazing cooking skills to use and help you, he opted for standing beside you and doing everything he could to distract you. Though many would find this act annoying, you found it quite endearing. He wasn’t being mean to you, on the contrary actually. Katsuki tried to do everything he could to make you flustered, just to see how much you could take before you were bound to mess something up. This “distracting” could be anything from suddenly really wanting to dance with you to having to kiss every inch of your body for some unknown reason.

It was the day when everyone was supposed to come over and you were of course planning on making your famous macaroons. To do that you decided to get up early, since your guests would be coming over around four. This idea wasn’t something that Katsuki enjoyed. Not only did he have to spend time with a bunch of people when he could’ve just spent the day off he took with his significant other. He also had to wake up to an empty bed that morning, which according to him was entirely unacceptale. Katsuki decided what he was going to do as soon as his eyes opened to see you walk out the bedroom door what he was going to do.

“You’re wearing jeans at home?”, he questioned as soon as he walked out of the bedroom and saw you in the kitchen. “It’s just so that I don’t have to change later.”, you looked down at your black jeans, “They look okay right?” “You look great, babe... but why jeans.”, he sighed and wrapped his arms loosely around your frame. “It’s not that uncomfortable you know.”, you said and kept mixing your batter that you had prepared the night before. Katsuki’s arms stayed wrapped around you as his chest pressed up against your back. His chin later found your shoulder and placed itself there. “You didn’t have to get up now too, you took the day off.”, you smiled slightly at the memory of you having to beg him to take the day off for today. “... the bed gets too cold without you.”, he muttered. “Are you kidding me? You’re like a personal heater! How can my lack of presence make it cold?”, you chuckled, “If you mean that you missed me you could’ve just said that.” “Well, I didn’t mean that.”, he huffed and took a step away from you. “Lies.”, you teased and pointed your finger at him, “... I missed you too, either way.” You enjoyed seeing the way that his ears went slightly red at your comment. He could easily hide his facial expressions and even the blush on his cheeks, but his ears always went red when he was flustered. “It’s nice to have a week off so that I can spend all the time I can with you.”, you admitted and went back to your baking.

When you had almost finished the macaroons the guests were supposed to arrive in half an hour. Katsuki had been cleaning around the house, all whilst insisting that he really didn’t care if the guests found the apartment messy. However, when you were putting together the finishing the last few heartshaped macaroons before you could put them in the oven he had just gotten out of the shower. “Katsuki, could you help me put some powdered sugar on the cake I made yesterday?”, you asked him. “You know, you really do too much sometimes.”, he commented whilst getting the powdered sugar out of the cupboard. “I like baking, otherwise I wouldn’t do this.”, you explained. “Jeez this shit really sticks to you easily.”, he said as he opened the packet. “Yeah, be careful you won’t ever get it off that t-shirt - especially since it’s a dark color.” If you had turned around at that moment you would’ve seen the gears in Katsuki’s head turning as you said that - but alas, you were left unaware of his newly found idea. Once he had finished decorating the cake he set the plan into work. “Hey baby...”, he said sweetly and wrapped his arms around you from behind once again, “... you know they won’t be here for a while...” “No, Katsuki.”, you said sternly. “Please, baby?”, he asked and placed a few soft kisses against your neck. “... I know what you-... don’t try me, Bakugo Katsuki.”, you stammered out as your face started getting more and more red. “You’re really cute when you get so flustered over the smallest things.”, he smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. As he walked away from you he smacked your ass and you let out a yelp in surprise. “Hey! You ruined this one!”, you pointed to the now ruined macaroon. “All the other ones are perfect, honey.”, he assured you with a grin. You huffed and returned to your baking, unaware of the powdered sugar print, in the form of a hand, on your pants.

When the first guests arrived you were still finishing up putting your pastries on plates, so you asked Katsuki to welcome them. Once you were finished with the last plate you carried them out to the kitchen table where some people were already seated, talking, while a few others were walking around, looking at your decour. “That looks amazing, Y/N!”, Uraraka complimented as she sat down. “Thank you, I haven’t been out of the kitchen since my break started.”, you smiled, “It’s nice to bake stuff again.” “Do you need any help taking out the rest of the plates?”, Katsuki asked, already walking past you towards the kitchen. “Yeah sure there are a few left.”, you turned around and were about to start walking when someone gasped. “Is that a handprint?”, Mina asked and hurridely walked towards you. “Huh?”, you tried turning to her but she kept you still. “That’s way to big to be your hand...”, she commented. “I don’t see the big deal...”, Shoto said from across the room. “Clearly, Mina is insinuating that someone grabbed Y/N’s bottom.”, Iida explained. “Don’t say bottom, Iida.”, Kaminari groaned. “I’m putting my detective spectacles on!”, Mina pretended to put on glasses, as Katsuki walked back into the room. You were stood there, frozen, while looking at your boyfriend with an angry look. Of course he would do such a thing! While everyone looked at Katsuki putting down the plates, Mina had little to no patience. As soon as the plates were on the table she grabbed Katsuki’s arm. “Oi! Watch it, pinky!”, he exclaimed. “Just lemme borrow your hand real quick!”, she argued back. An annoyed sigh escaped your lips but before you could speak you felt a hand carress your ass, again. Mina had pressed Katsuki’s hand on the handprint to see if it would match. And of course it matched! It was his! As if the man you had decided to live with couldn’t annoy you more he decided to gently squeeze. “Hey!”, you yelped and turned around. “It was him!”, Mina revelled in her findings. “Yeah, who else would it even be dumbass?”, Katsuki scoffed and went to sit down when someone grabbed his arm again, “What?!” “... Katsuki...”, your grip tightened around his bicep, “You did this?” He gulped.

Let’s just say... he might be one of the best heroes in the country, but he’ll never stop being scared of you when you’re angry.

#katsuki #bakugou katsuki #Katsuki Bakugō #katsuki x reader #katsuki imagine #imagine #imagines #mha imagines #boku no hero academia imagine #bnha imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #boku no hero academia fanfic #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero academia fanfiction #bakugo #bnha bakugou #bakugou imagine

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kitkatartstuff-moved · 4 years ago

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kat kat kit kat katters i need song recs immediately >:) (also just wanted to say ily)

evie hi!! its been a hot sec since i’ve talked to you, ily2 🧡🧡🧡

ok so I have been listening to Alrighty Aphrodite by Peachpit non fucking stop because VIBES MAN. Beach Vibes. Immaculate ✨✨

Two Birds by Regina Spektor is really nice!! It’s also kind of bittersweet in a way but I like it!!

Crash and Heartshaped Box from Neovaii have like. Really Dramatic vibes to them. Also Warriors and Toxic covered by 2-Wei

Poplar Street, Helium, Space Ghost From Coast to Coast, and Hot Sugar from Glass Animals are all songs I really enjoy!

The Moon Will Sing, Tongues and Teeth, Down the River, Never Love and Anchor, Hollow Moon, Curses, and Pretty Little Thing from The Cranewives are so so so good omg. Their songs kind of have a really nice fantasy ish vibe ig.

Anchor and Halloween by Novo Amor (thank u tam for showing me them btw) are really nice, and Anchor in particular reminds me of like a tired morning and its a little chilly and numb but in a pleasant way.

This Will Be the Day and Smile from the RWBY soundtrack are really cool too!

Bad Enough For You by All Time Low, 18 by anarbor, and Vampire Money by My chemical Romance are cool af imo!!

Also literally the entire Woodland album from the paperkites.

Anyways hope you vibe with some of these and sorry if you already know most of them oops

#evie tag #asks #music

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kahliethefangirl · 5 years ago

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Beauty -Harry Styles AU

Titel: Beauty

Summary: He taught you a lesson about beauty. But what is that lesson worth when beauty is no longer around?

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader (AU) Rating: T Warnings: Angst, subtle mention of death.

Note: English is self-taught and my second language. Please be kind. My friend was super low so I promised to whip up something small for her about Harry. I guess this is what it ended up as. And don't ask me why she wants something blue when she's down, lol. I'm just her simple servant. Hope you guys will enjoy it too!

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The wind had tugged so deliciously at your hair that day. You hadn't been able not to pretend you looked as beautiful as the people in movies, as your hair whipped softly around your face. The view was breathtaking and you hand entwined with Harry's gripped harder around his fingers when you took in the majestic scenery before you. The top of that forgotten hill surrounded by the deep and evergreen forest was like an entire different world, separated from the one you knew.

"You like it?" Harry asked silently, as if not wanting to disturb the serenity enveloping you. Were you one for superstition, you'd say magic did exist in this place.

"It's marvelous." You gasp, short of breath. You'd always thought about yourself as someone pretty shallow and material; however not in a bad way. You just rarely had time to truly enjoy nature or simple things that seemingly was taken for granted. Harry just proved you wrong.

"I've been here a few times. I just like to share it." He muses and with a soft smile you look to your side; seeing the handsome young man connected to you through your hands tightly embracing. How on earth is it that such a splendid and unique human being is all yours? Unreal, to be honest.

"I'm glad you did." You sigh, feeling relaxation taking a hold of you and seemingly all of you is turning from a tensed and slightly stressed city being to something similar to a floating cloud. It's so liberating to feel the wind, to hear it and then the setting sun throwing gentle and warm gold against your bare arms and face. Fact remains though; that no matter the beauty of the scenery nothing could ever beat just looking at him. It sounds cheesy to the point you wanna snort out a laugh at yourself yet... Fact remains, as said. His green eyes mixing with blue and grey like a storming sea. The soft chestnut curls on his head, now dancing in the wind just like your own hair.

"I'd always like to think-" He licks his heartshaped lips and glance your way for just a second; the sun reflecting in his deep eyes so that their color swirl and mix like a dream. "-Things like this was made just so we could look at it. Like an old painting you know." He huffs amused at himself and your own smile grows a little. You're not the only one claiming yourself to be corny.

"It's just like a painting." You agree before stepping closer to him; not very interested in the live painting before you at the moment. Your hand breaks free from his and you snake your arm aound his waist instead. The white button up; open slightly over his collarbones scenting perfectly of him and the woods which you just had strolled through to get here.

"I know it's not why it's here." Harry finally says when his own arm holds you close and his own gaze fixes on you; he too forgetting about the reason he took you all the way up here. "But it's a lovely thought. When I feel lost or down I always try to find something beautiful to watch and then I think for myself: It's here so that I can enjoy this, it's here for my eyes to rest upon and for my being to relish in." He speaks hushed, the wind carrying his words out over the slope of the hill dissappearing into the forest below again. In the distance is the city, in a hazy blurr of decending light from the sun. You could watch it and it would be like seeing it through a dreamy veil; like staring into another dimension; a place you no longer belong to.

"That's beautiful." Your fingers trace his forehead; some of his curls caressing the back of them. His smile grows wider but calmer at your attention.

"Then I always realize what a miracle it is that we exist; in a place with such places I look upon. So I realize it's not there for me to watch, but for me to live in; for me to experience. Then I always feel a little bit better." He chuckles, tilting his head to the side with a peach blush decorating his sharp cheekbones. You laugh with him before cupping his cheek; directing his face towards yours again.

"Just like you then." You purr, biting your lip just enough to have his dramatic eyes fall to their tempting position. "I can watch you, I can live and experience you and it always makes me feel a little bit better." You whisper before leaning in; kissing his lips gently. Soft skin against skin; his taller front pressing against yours where his arms holds you as close as he possibly can. Slightly on your toes you let him hold you; let him be with you just as you want him to.

Short of breath you part and for a moment, when looking into his eyes; it feels as if you have all the answers to lifes all hard questions. And the bliss blooming to a painfull extent inside your chest is fucking infinite.

***

It's on repeat inside your head; that moment on top of the hill. It has been a mantra for you through so many years, for so many reason. Yet now it's like the record was chipped and your brain refuse you to play another track. There's a raw burning in your throat and your fingers fist the edges of the white sheet of paper in your hands. You had tried to write it down; tried to fix his words that day onto a note so that you wouldn't forget. But no matter; it seems as if the words you wrote could never pass on the meaning that rested within them, when spoken from his own lips that day; a thousand lifetimes ago.

"He once told me that whenever he felt sad; he'd find something beautiful to look at." Your lips trembles and your voice shivers. You stare at the people before you; dark like shadows and once again a wind is moving their hair around their faces like veils of something magical around you.

"He told me that he thought it was there for him to see whenever he needed; just to realize that it was there for a whole other reason." Your voice breaks and your fingers makes life short for the paper in your hand. You wouldn't need it, would you? How could a feeling ever be put down on paper so others could feel it like you did? Whatever they interpeted or whatever emotion you managed to conjure through letters on a blank space; it was just a fraction of what you wanted said. Useless.

"It was there for him to live. And that thought-" You suck down a deep breath of cool air. However the fire in your throat only bruns brighter by the fuel. "-That thought always had him feel better." A stray tear roll down your cheek and hangs dangerously from your jawline; like a sparkling drop of rain on a branch. In the people before you; you can see yourself. You are all of them and they are all you. In this, you are all alike.

"When he told me I had understood the meaning of his words and throughout life I have used what he taught me that day; whenever my day was rough or life treated me badly. But now-" Your gaze falls; flowers filling your view to the brim. Silk ribbons, a flickering little flame ontop of a white candle. It's beautiful but from now on; all beauty shall be dull.

"-I have lost my beautiful spot to watch. The beauty I looked to when needing to remind myself of that it's fabolous just to simply exist; it's gone. I fear all beauty I will ever see from this day forward will be beauty seen through a dulled and dirty glass. It will be impossible to ever fully enjoy again." Your words are merely a whisper and the audience may not have heard.

However; as your gaze are drawn from the flowers to the dark hole which he a short timespan ago was lowered into; you realize it doesn't matter. Your beauty is lost and teaching them what he once taught you doesn't matter either. Because what beauty could possibly be fair to call wonderful; when he has left?

It's a miracle that we exist... Til the day we don't. ____ Like my work? Please show your support! ^^,

#harry styles #harry styles oneshot #oneshot

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fatetrollsblog · 6 years ago

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Mutirr Ninama Introduction

Hello everyone! Mod Leo back at it again, with ((INTERESTING CONTENT)).

As I told you in my last post about Namurr, “I will talk about her dancestor next”. I may have not said exactly that but that’s what I meant. So as you could guess by now, I will be talking about Mutirr Ninama, dancestor of Namurr Ninama. Just like in my last post, I will split her introduction into three parts:

Basic informations

Personality

Miscelllaneous content and info about sburb

1.Basic informations

Mutirr is just like her descendant a teal blooded troll, slightly older though, of a few earth years. Something I didn’t mention in Namurr’s intro is that their lusus, Tigermom, isn’t the very best mom. Actually, in the two different universes, the lusii are totally different, fitting their kids’ personality. So obviously, Mutirr’s one is terrible as she is herself pretty terrible, but you’ll find about it in the personality part. Anyway onto some realy basic stuff. Mutirr comes from Mutir in arabian, (i’m not sure i can write it in occidental alphabet, it’s kinda weird), and it means awesome. As you could guess by now, Mutirr is awesome! Her look could make you think about Vriska, but she’s actually much more than that. Okay maybe she’s a bit similar but please stay :( Her ego is pretty damn huge, and a prophecy telling that she will have wealth, fame, love from a whole new universe she would create just boosts her up.

The first guardian of beforus in this timeline (aka the best person ever) told her that she would soon (a few sweeps later actually) wear some sort of light blue outfit with a long hood. The first guardian even showed her how it was, so she decided to ask her jadeblood girlfriend to sew it, and she’s just wearing a fake Thief of Breath outfit all the time, thinking she’s better than everyone else, when she clearly isn’t, as at least one person is better than her and you’ll find out later about him. She’s pansexual like a lot of trolls that aren’t fan service (lanque), but she is way more into girls, as she only wishes to be in quadrants with boys in the concilliatory part, because she doesn’t really think boys can really love her the way she loved some of them.

Mutirr isn’t living in a forest like her descendant but downtown, in a large building with basically everything she has ever wanted. But teal bloods are related to justice, you may be thinking behind your screen. Well indeed, as I made Namurr neutral about justice (I actually didn’t think it was important), I needed to make Mutirr some sort of related to justice. But tell me, what justice hobby/job would fit a strong girl, craving for fame and adoration, and that has a badass costume? A super-hero of course! Mutirr is called the Blue Tornado (hey i’m mod leo and i am not original). Okay she doesn’t have any powers, and some villain may have some, but she’s strong and agile so she can easily deal with the worst of situations. But like a lot of super heroes, she’s masked, or at least she pretends she is, as she is constantly wearing heartshaped glasses, as if it was hiding her identity, but she just loves them too much to take them off, even when she isn’t working. The city is actually paying her to beat some asses, since the beforian society tries its best to be pacific, yet so many injustices are still commited, and yet beforian are still trolls, who are violent by nature.

2. Personality

Mutirr is a very open minded person that is always ready to lend a hand to anyone who needs it for love/admiration in return. As I said earlier, she is craving for fame and love of the people, and she just wouldn’t be able to live without it.

As the years (or sweeps actually) passed, she became more and more full of herself, since people kept on finding her interesting and special thanks to her wonderful talking skills and manipulating skills. But when she became a hero, her ego skydropped to the size of the universe, as not only people she barely knew would love her, but also every citizen she would save or that would see then talk about her to their friends. Quickly she became so popular that she just didn’t give any attention to people who genuinly loved her as a friend or as a lover, which led her straight to the depth of loneliness, which made her hate the people. But one day, she met a great man, after she had given up on everything, and that man made her go right back to the top, and she managed to stay a nice, yet still fame craving person.

From all of this, we can point out a few things. She’s quite selfish, as she grew more and more full of herself as people gave her more and more credit, that her attitude can easily get rid of her friends/lovers, and that most of all, she found a place to be around where she won’t be considered as a super hero but as an asshole and as equals with her friends, and that’s our group of beforian trolls.

During her period of decay, Mutirr could switch girlfriend (mostly girls i already said it) like socks, and it got her to think that love wasn’t actually that important, but thankfully she got her eyes opened by some badass jadeblood, not the one that sewed the outfit, she got dumped because it had a few defects. Anyway, even if she depends on her fans, Mutirr can be pretty independant for a while, she can do basically anything by herself, and if she put her mind to do something, no one should dare suggest their help as they’d get destroyed from head to toes. I think I don’t have much else to say about her personality, and you can always ask for stuff you want to know through asks!

3. Miscelllaneous content and info about sburb

When she got into the game for the first time, she was brought in by her girlfriend you’ll see last, since she’s my latest oc :P Unlike Namurr, she was a great asset to the team, and she was actually one of the people that moved her to do something of her life as a saviour of the world. She kind of despises her, but she thinks her matesprite is even worse, and she got in a kismesissitude with her soon after meeting the couple.

As for when she got to GODHOOD, no one killed her, sacrificed her or anything, she decided to kill herself. Having anotherself being way too mainstream for her, she killed herself on her questbed and turned into godtier with her derse self. Surprisingly enough, she didn’t get a brand new outfit for the new level of awesomeness she got, but just her old outfit with that magical enchantement to kep it clean as an extra. Maybe some sort of karma for dumping the girl that made it, we’ll never know, most probably.

Just like Namurr, her planet is the Land of Spirit and Skies (just switched from namurr’s one) and her quest is exactly the same.

That’s all I had to tell you about Mutirr, and now she is available for asks, so if you feel like it send her a question! I’d be glad to draw an answer as I am not busy for the next 10 days, right before school! See you very soon!

#homestuck #oc #teal blood #mutirr ninama #troll session #intro #first pic by enlightening insomniac #second pic by uuvps #third pic by me

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anawkwardlady · 3 years ago

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I could be bold and have my actual everyday glasses be heartshaped but my rule of thumb with things I have to got out with everyday all the time is : how would i look if I was angry or sad ? And hm. Well how would I look getting all mad with big heart eyes.

The curse of my life is needing prescription lenses bc I also need sunglasses to be adapted to my sight (which i usually do not do, its like umbrellas who needs it really). But i want HEART SHAPED SUNGLASSES apparently it almost doesn't exist in actual prescription sunglasses. Which. Girl. I don't want "joke glasses" you buy at some shop okay I want THESE glasses to be the actual glasses i walk outside with the entire summer. Is that SO HARD to understand ?

#what if i had to go to live a super sad moment and be subtle and all this time i just have heart eyes #and yes i think about being sad in advance bc its more likely to be my mood #OBVIOUSLY dont take this the wrong way I just think heart shaped stuff are cute okay ?

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ravenempress101 · 7 years ago

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“Bodied” Mikey Pearce Smut imagine *Requested*Sexual parts! 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Anonymous: Hello, can i request a smut for mikey pierce where the reader is feeling really insecure about her body and mikey tries to like show her how wonderful she is, if that makes sense.

thank you for requesting!

request and ask me anything!

y/n and mikey planned to see mikey’s parents before thanksgiving. it was the morning to wake up and go see them. mikey was in the living room packing while you were up stairs getting out the shower. once you got out the shower you grabbed your towel and placed it around your slender body. when you placed it around your body you looked down at your body and you felt down to your slightly love handles just looking at them made you cringe. she was so stressed. thoughts running through your mind beating you up.

“do i really look that disgusting?”

“i think i need to lose weight”

y/n walked out the bathroom and walked into the master bedroom and went toward her walk in closet. she started looking for her luxury dress that mikey brought her to wear to her parents house. when she scanned through the 20th dress she finally found the black dress with gold buckles on the side. y/n unzipped the dress and placed it over her slender body dropping the towel. Then she looked for her glass high heels to go with the dress.

once she scanned through her shoes draws, y/n finally found her gucci glass high heels. she put them on but when putting them on, her thoughts were feeding on her.

“your feet are so big”

“why is the big toe so big”

your feet are not porpotioned right"

y/n sighed into disbelif and placed the other high heel on the her foot and then she got up and went over to the makeup station and sat down on her luxury chair and grabbed for a makeup wipe to cleanse her face and then she grabbed for her foundation, placing a generous amount of foundation on her foundation sponge and started smoothing the substance on her face.

Thinking in her mind “maybe makeup would help me to feel atleast pretty”

she tried to trick her troubled mind and then the voices started getting louder.

“MAKEUP WONT FIX THAT FACE”

“YOU ARE SO UGLY”

“YOU ARE A JOKE”

then the voices started getting louder and louder by the minute

“MIKEY DOESNT EVEN LIKE YOU”

“HE ONLY WENT OUT WITH YOU JUST TO HAVE SOMEONE BY THERE SIDE TO HAVE SEX WITH”

y/n dropped her foundation product and threw her sponge at the mirror and cruled up in to a ball in her makeup seat and screamed

“STOP!”

mikey heard the glass of the foundation bottle and your scream he dropped the clothes he was folding and he ran up stairs to the master bedroom and started looking for you.

He called out your name.

“Y/N are you okay love?”

mikey sounding worried he kept looking for you then he saw your walk in closet door open and ran in going straight to you. He couldnt believe what he saw before him. He saw you in a state of anxiety. mikey wrapped his arms around you and rubbed little cirlces in your back trying to calm you down.

Then mikey lifted up and waited for you to talk. when you lifted up your head mikey saw your teared stain face. mikey didnt know why you were crying but he was sure gonna get a answer out of you. when you lifted your head your body was shaking and mikey could feel the hurt that was radiating off of you.

mikey put his slender fingers on your cheek and softly with his thumb rubbed your cheek looking into your warm broken eyes finding any clues to what is wrong and began to asked

“why are you crying babygirl? whats wrong?”

y/n sniffed before talking and tears started coming again.

“mikey why are you with me?”

y/n violenty pulling away her face from mikeys hand and getting up from her makeup chair wipping her tears and backing away from mikey.

mikey looked hurt by the action you did and asked a question

“why would you ask me that y/n? i love everything about you and the things that i find out about you”

y/n laughs a little knowing she is playing herself when mikey said this

“no, you dont mikey.”

mikey looking at you hurt as ever saying what you stated.

“how can you love a girl that looks in the mirror every single freaking day and say i’m ugly my boyfriend doesnt even….“

mikey stood up and charged over to you and stopped y/n from saying what she was about to say by giving her a big kiss on her lips. mikey slipping his tounge in y/n mouth kissing her words away. he pulled back and looked in her eyes started speaking.

“don’t you ever say that your ugly or i dont love you. i will always love you no matter what goes on and your the most beautiful woman ever that i laid my eyes on.”

“i love your body”

mikey touching your love handles and admiring them then taking your spaghetti strap off your shoulder and then the other one letting your dress fall to your feet exposing your naked body to him. then mikey leaning in to kiss your lips passionatley. you can feel his hard on growing by the passionate kiss hes giving you. once he was done he pulled back and began to speak.

“i love your thighs”

mikey trails his hands down to your booty and puts both his hands on each side of your booty cheeks and starts rubbing your cheeks softly and then pulling you close to him by your cheeks and then his hands trail on to the front of you then he finds your thighs and he rubs passionatly on your thighs. then mikey whispers in your ear.

“i love everything”

mikey hugging your bare body and rubbing you all over your body adoring every inch of you, his touches sends shock waves through your body when you feel with his touch you let out a breathless moan from his rubbing and big hard on he has.

mikey hears you breathlessly and smiles at you under his pleasure.

“never forget that”

mikey whispering in your ear soflty.

“your made out of beauty and adorableness”

mikey kissing your cheek and pinching her cheek in a cute way.

y/n came back to herself and looked at mikey and smiled a little at his silly antic

mikey began to speak again

“makeup or not your still beautiful and sweet nothing less your amazing perfect and will always be those things so dont listen to those insecure comments that feel that troubled mind listen to the truth and the truth is your beautiful baby”

mikey smiled and placed his lips on her forehead and punckering them up and placing a lingering peck on her forehead y/n closing her eyes feeling his warmth of kiss on her feeling like the most luckiest girl in the world.

then he pulled back and then y/n grabbing mikey’s face and placing a passionate but steamy kiss on his lips slipping her tounge in his mouth and mikey melting in her kiss and then y/n head going to one side deeping the kiss and then y/n pulled back leaving mikey still in the kissing positon and y/n laughing at his face.

then mikey take off his white t-shirt and then he unzips his black skinny pants but realizing hes kissing air he opens his eyes looking around feeling embrassed.

mikey complety naked asking a question

“what was that for?”

“it was for making me feel like the most luckiest girl in the world, thank you baby”

mikey smiled and blushed

“well with that kiss i think we should stay home and schedule another day to see my parents.”

y/n laughed at mikey cause mikey was serious.

mikey captured y/n’s naked body in his and picked her up bridal stlye and placed kisses all over while y/n laugh and joy filled the room. mikey carrying her to the bed kissing her and tickling her with his tounge while kissing.

“omg mikey we have to see your parents”

mikey throwing you on the bed and laughing.

“will see them just some other time i want to treat my baby cause she so beautiful.”

mikey jumping on top of you and mikey capturing your heartshapped lips in his passionatly kissing you and you melting in the kiss forgetting about what you guys had to do.

then mikey slips his tounge in your mouth and explores your mouth. y/n smiles in the kiss and slips her tounge in his mouth. both of your tounges waltzing each other. y/n moans from the warmth of his intense kissing then mikey hearing you he takes his tounge back in and puckers his lips and pecks yours and then he stops kissing you and pecks your cheek and then trails down your neck pecking your neck but finding your sweet spot on your neck he kisses and bites.

y/n moans from the biting mikey is doing.

mikey keeps kissing and biting a little making a blue and purple mark. when mikey gets done he licks the newly made mark he done and trails down to your chest. he adds a mark to your chest.

once he gets done with your chest he trails down to your left breast and kisses the breast.

y/n feels his lips working on her she groans and moans lowly. mikey smiles hearing his babygirl whimper under him. then he captures her boob in his mouth and starts sucking on them and then he wiggles his tounge on her nipple playing with her nipple in his mouth. then he slightly bite her nipple and y/n moans loudly and then mikey graps her right boob with his hands and start massaging it giving y/n the attention she needs.

mikey stops and says

“you know i love these”

him biting his lip and then going to the right one and sucking on it and wiggling his tounge.

y/n moans out and says

“shut up mikey you so funny”

y/n couldnt say everything but whimpered

mikey bitting at the nipple making a blue mark appear and then trailing down her stomach with kisses and then getting to the vagina.

He slowly kisses on her vagina. y/n whimper knowing mikey is teasing her. but then mikey kisses pasionalty at her vagina and then slips his tounge in the clit wiggling and licking.

y/n grabs on to his brown locks of hair enjoying his movements on her. mikey licking inside her walls. y/n guiding mikey’s face deeper in her. mikey going deeper and eating her out. Then y/n moans loudly her legs are shaking from the euphoria hitting her body. Then she screams to Mikey

“Mikey I’m about to cum”

Mikey grins at you and stops eating you out then he goes right back up to your lips and starts french kissing you you French kissed him back tasting you on his mouth both of you continued French kissing and he rubbed his Pre cummed dick and lined up at your entrance and then he slowly went inside you.

Y/n groaned feeling Mikey feel her up and then mikey began to move in and out slowly showing her love the love she need then Mikey picked up pace and started going faster y/n moaned and groan then grabbing on his back and clawing at it then Mikey speeding up and slamming in to you

y/n screaming Mikey’s name and clawing at his back

Mikey kissing your neck and your mouth you moaning in the kiss while he pounds in you.

Mikey pounds in and out of you an then you feel your high come. “Mikey I’m about to cum"

Mikey pounding

Mikey begans to say "cum for me beautiful” you hear his deep british accent and cum for Mikey

when Mikey feels your warm cum he pounds harder and deeper and cums himself you both riding out your oragasms and then he pulls out and then kisses you.

Then Mikey whispered to you “remember your always beautiful”

mikey jumping on you in a playful way and you giggled while he kissed all over you

y/n bursting out laughing at mikey playfully tickling you and messing with you

inbetween laughs y/n said

“i love you mikey”

Then continued on with you two bringing joy into each others lives.

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Pilot: Part one

Summary

Orphaned since the age of 4, Blaire Remington is raised and trained by none other than Bobby Singer, who is a long time family friend of the Winchesters.

Meanwhile, Two brothers witness their mother's paranormal death and are trained to fight by their father, who aims to hunt down the thing that killed his wife.

Blaire’s outfits 1 | 2

Warning(s): Angst, Typical Supernatural Violence, Mild Profanity

A/N: There is an error some where. It should say ‘of three years’ Not six years. My math was off by so much. It’s somewhere in there so ya.

Word Count: 5,821

22 YEARS AGO

NOV 10TH, 1983

"Two homes erupted into flames this month, in Lawrence, Kansas. It is still undetermined what caused these fires, but the Police are suspecting arson. Stay tuned for more information coming after these messages."

A caucasian male, Jaxon Remington, stood perched against the 1967 Red Plymouth Fury, She-Devil. He clutched a crying child in his arms, trying his best to soothe the 6-month-old. It was hard for him, his wife just died, pinned to the ceiling, and he had no idea how to take care of a baby on his own. He had no idea what murdered his wife, but he knew that whatever it was, wasn't a human.

"Bumble Bee..." Jax whispered, "I will never let anything bad happen to you, even if it kills me."

What Jax didn't know is that he would only live to see Blaire grow to the age of 4, and then he was suddenly ripped from her life.

This left baby Remington all alone with nothing but She-Devil. While Bobby was finishing up a hunt for a dearly departed friend, he found Blaire. Being a kind man, he took her into his home and raised her like his own.

There, she met the Winchesters and learned of their story, which was very similar to hers.

Their mothers died pinned to the ceiling, 1983, Lawrence, Kansas.

PRESENT DAY

OCT 31ST, 2005

"Bobby, I'll be at the garage soon- Yes, I have the keys- I know you're not home!" A female hummed into her pink Motorola Razr as she drove down the highway. The cherry-red paint shimmered in the afternoon sun, bits and pieces of the scenery reflected in the gloss finish.

At the wheel sat a mahogany-skin colored woman, with brown curly hair down to her back. She donned silver rimmed-heartshaped sunglasses with glossy lips.

She leaned over the steering wheel as she talked on the phone with her surrogate father, Bobby Singer. She tapped her fingers on the rim of the red fur-covered steering wheel, to the beat of Queen's 'Don't Stop Me Now.'

"Look, Dean needs help, and I'll be damned if I just sit here while Johnny's missin'." The beauty snapped into the phone just as it started chiming. "See, Look, that's Dean now. Bye, Dad." She cooed and ended the call to answer Dean's.

"Yes, Big boy." The woman laughed into the phone. "Hey, I'll stop callin' you Big boy when you start callin' me Blaire- Yes, I am 5 minutes away, Dear- Yes- Well, I don't know if Sam is gonna be up for huntin'... The last time we spoke, he made it pretty clear he did not want to hunt with me." Blaire huffed into the phone.

It wasn't like she was helping Dean just to talk to Sam. It had been two years since they broke up, and it was Blaire that did the breaking. She wanted to hunt and continue her dad's legacy, and Sam wanted to go to college. Regardless if she scored 1750 on her SAT, she felt like she had a duty and that the world wasn't going to save itself.

"I'm pulling up." She murmured.

Blaire snapped her phone closed and settled both hands on the wheel. It had been a few months since she had been home, and when she was home, it was the usual: cooking and cleaning and checking up on the old hunter. As she reached Singer's Auto, she turned up her music louder and put down the top. Her kinky locks whipped around in the wind as she pressed her foot to the gas pedal.

"I'm a shooting star, leaping through the sky.

Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity!

I'm a racing car, passing by like the Lady Godiva!

I'm gonna go, go, go.

There's no stopping me!"

The African woman belted out the tune as she turned down the rocky pathway leading to the garage.

"Hey, Deano! Baby's lookin' a little dusty." Blaire laughed and gave She-Devil two light taps as she pulled up next to Baby, the 1967 Chevy Impala.

The pseudo-rockstar turned down Queen and tilted her glasses down. "Hey, big boy."

Dean sat perched on the side of Baby with his arms crossed. "Yeah, Yeah. She-Devil's looking good, but we both know that Baby'll beat her any day." The hunter drawled while thrusting himself off the car and strolling to the trunk of his car. He loved hanging with Blaire; She was his best friend, and she was sharp on her toes. Nothing passed by her.

"Whatever. You talk, but we both know you can't back it up." Blaire teased and removed her glasses. "So-" She grunted as she leaped out of the car. "Tell me what happened and, why weren't you with John?"

"I was working my own hunt- in New Orleans. Dad went to go check out this case three weeks ago, and this is the first I've heard from him- he left me this cryptic message today." Dean rambled while he opened the trunk and motioned to She-Devil.

"Load up." He added.

Blaire just gave him a slight nod, yanking her keys out of the ignition, and slipping it into the lock on her trunk. "So, what's your plan to convince dear Schoolboy?" The dark-skinned woman let out a soft grunt as she lifted the secret compartment, exposing her hunter weapons. She wasn't sure what to take except her few weapons, lore books, and clothes. There was no telling how long they'd be searching for John, and he knew how to cover his tracks well; They all did.

"I dunno, just ask him to come. If he doesn't, it'd just be us." Dean muttered as he played with the keys to the impala.

It was apparent he didn't have a plan, and that summed up 90% of his personality. Dean goes in guns blazing and will go out in a blaze of glory. Sometimes no plan was better than having a plan at all.

"Great plan." Blaire quipped and tucked her pistol into the back of her jeans, and covered it with her blue flannel and denim jacket. "You're going in alone and convincin' him, right?" She queried with a bit of sass in her voice.

"Uh...I was kinda hopin' you'd go in with me and blink your eyes a few times. You can work your sparkly gloss magic." Dean chuckled.

The 22-year-old just rolled her eyes at that. She knew it was too good to be true. She gave Dean a sarcastic tone of voice, "Wow, and here I thought you almost wanted me to come on your road trip with you because I'm fun."

Eventually, she would have to get over the fact that Sam desired to be more than a hunter. But it was hard; he left her alone for two years.

"D'aw, Y'know I love you, Bee" Dean cooed and enveloped the small woman within his arms. He knew this trip would be so much more bearable now that he had his best friend by his side.

"You smell really nice, like pie-" He hummed.

"Bee is a brace-faced 14-year-old. It's Blaire. And it's my new shampoo, you like it?" The huntress asked while collecting the rest of her garments from the trunk and then slammed it shut. Blaire bumped him out of the way and strolled over to Baby's trunk. She reached into her duffle and began sliding her armaments into the slots that were carved in for her.

Once she finished with her tools and fake IDs, she closed the compartment and tossed in her backpack full of lore books, then her duffles full of her clothes and shoes.

"You'll always be brace-face Bee to me." Dean mumbled under his breath. It was loud enough for Blaire to hear but still low that if she weren't paying attention, she would've missed it.

Dean stood next to his best friend. "Ready?" He inquired as he raised his hands as she did hers.

They both closed the trunk and started their journey to pick up Sam from Stanford.

STANFORD

NIGHT

The impala hissed as Dean pressed his foot against the breaks. Baby's soft rumbles filled the night air. When the rumble quieted, Blaire stirred in the passenger seat with her novelty sock-clad feet in Dean's lap.

"Bee, we're here." Dean hurriedly pushed Bee's feet off of him and opened his door. This rude gesture earned a grumble from the sleeping beauty, who swung herself around to face front. She wasn't ready to face Sam or possibly be in the car with him.

"Fine~" Blaire whined as she slipped her feet into her heeled boots and tied up her hair in a ponytail. She hunched over and strained her eyes to look into the side mirror; she looked good for someone who slept the whole ride and had a hunt the day before.

After getting herself situated, the duo climbed up the fire escape. Blaire kneeled and picked at the locked window. The huntress carefully opened the window wide and slipped inside. Her heels made a thud sound once they came in contact with the wood floor. FUCK.

Dean soon followed after her, being louder than he wanted to be. The point of sneaking in was not to alert Sam, but she guessed Dean had other plans. She quickly shuffled into the living room just as she heard the floorboard creak and light breathing. It was from Sam; he was always such a light sleeper. Blaire motioned two fingers to Dean and glanced over her shoulder in time to see Sam hide behind a wall. Dean briskly walked past a beaded curtain heading to where his partner told him to go.

Sam lunged forward and grabbed the man's shoulder, which prompted the man to knock away Sam's hand. The stranger went to strike at Sam, who ducked and went to jab his elbow, but the man caught his arm and swung him around. Sam went to kick the man, but it was blocked as the intruder shoved him back into the living room.

Dean metaphorically tapped in Blaire and stepped off to the side, which only confused Sam until he saw a womanly figure emerge from the shadows. Bee caught a glimpse of Sam's baby face with the little light that shone through the apartment windows.

Sam also caught an overview of the woman's face. 'Blaire?' He thought. No way- it couldn't be. She was in South Dakota the last time he talked to her; two years ago.

Blaire smirked once she saw a glimpse of confusion, which earned him a hard elbow to the face. Sam turned with force but showed no signs of giving up. He raised his leg to the woman's head, but she only ducked and swung her fist, which Sam blocked. Blaire jabbed him in the side twice, then palmed his face and swung him down over her shoulder.

The huntress now had Sam pinned to the floor, one hand at his throat and her leg stretched out, digging her heel into his wrist and keeping it pressed to the floor. Her other hand held his right hand to her chest while his left leg was awkwardly hanging over her shoulder.

"Whoa, easy, tiger." Blaire whispered in a sultry voice. She missed training like this with Sam. The look in his eyes when he went into battle mode made Blaire's blood rush. The Nubian beauty dipped her head down into the natural light so Sam could adequately see all her features.

Sam and Blaire's hard pants filled the room.

"Blaire?" Sam queried while tilting his head to the side.

Blaire only let out a haughty laugh and flashed him her pearly whites. Her canine teeth were sharper than the rest, which complemented her smile.

"You scared the crap out of me!" Sam huffed as he was still processing the fact that his ex-girlfriend was now in his apartment, straddling him. He almost forgot Jessica was in the next room.

"That's 'cause you're out of practice." Bee drawled as she dug her heel deeper into his wrist, a groan erupting from his throat.

The retired hunter stared into Blaire's big brown eyes and then grasped at her wrist while bringing his heel down into her back. Sam's leg wrapped around Blaire's neck in the process as they rolled over with Sam on top, having the woman bound to the floor. The male kept a sturdy grip on her wrist until he noticed she still wore the friendship bracelet he made her.

"Or not. Sammy- Let go." Blaire moaned, wriggling her wrists away from Sam's hold.

Dean entered the scene with a beer in his hand, watching the whole debacle. It was amusing to see Sam staring at Blaire like he had seen a ghost, as well as it was fun seeing Blaire ogle at Sam's dominance. "Alright, break it up, you two. I leave for a minute and someone's on top of the other." Dean teased with a chuckle.

Sam peered over his shoulder at Dean, who he presumed to be the first person he attacked.

"Get off me." The huntress growled. Her mood quickly changed once Dean entered the room. No way in hell was he going to hold this over her. She swung the weight in her legs over to Sam's head and wrapped them around his neck. Once she was free from his armlock, she pushed herself to her feet and glanced over to Dean, who just had a smug grin on his face.

"What the hell are y'all doing here?" Sam breathed as he rubbed the back of his neck and also rose to his feet. He knew Blaire was smaller, but she sure did pack a punch, and he could remember clearly all the times he pissed her off and earned a punch to the face; one time she broke his nose.

"Well," Dean started and gestured to the beer in his hand. "I was looking for a beer." Leave it to Dean to avoid serious topics and coat it in humor. Blaire knew deep down that it bothered Dean that John was missing, and Sam was at Stanford, living his best life.

"Actually, we gotta talk-" Blaire interjected. She wanted to cut to the chase and get down to the nitty-gritty, which reflected her personality and how she hunted. Bee was about to explain why they were there, but suddenly the lights turned on. She didn't bother to look over her shoulder once she put together what could've turned the lights on- and it wasn't her.

"Sam?" A feminine voice rang out behind Blaire, who remained still. Bee tentatively watched as Sam and Dean concurrently turned their heads to look at the woman, then Blaire's face for a reaction.

"Jess, Hey." Samuel paused as he struggled to form words. He looked from Dean to Bee, who just had a look of utter betrayal. "Dean, Bee, this is my girlfriend, Jessica." Sam gestured to the blonde woman.

By the look on Dean's face, she must've been attractive, and Blaire wasn't ready to face the thought that Sam might have moved on. The concept was not grasping. The huntress slowly turned around to face her replacement.

"Wait, your brother Dean?"Jess asked with a small smile and a pointed finger.

It was like Blaire wasn't ever there, and she never noticed Sam's eyes constantly darting over to her and analyzing her face, which just held a small smile. The retired hunter could tell that Blaire was hurt, though she was queen at holding it in, years and years of being around her made it almost impossible for her to hide anything from him- or so he thought.

A dorky, shit-eating grin danced across Dean's face as he approached Jessica. "Oh, I love the smurfs. You know, I just gotta tell you- You are completely out of my brother's league." Dean shamelessly flirted with his brother's girlfriend in front of the ex-girlfriend.

Jess nodded over to Sam, "Just let me put something on."

Finally, it felt like the circuits in her brain stopped shorting. It wasn't her turn to speak, but who the hell cares, she surely didn't. "No, no. It's okay, seriously." Blaire forced out a small giggle, just to show Jess that she was 'friendly.'

Dean and Sam were just as surprised as Jessica was to hear Blaire finally speak. The boys saw her friendly demeanor as shark-infested waters and knew not to fall into that trap. This prompted Dean to return to his brother's side as Blaire held eye contact with Jess.

"We just gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. That's s'all." The dark-skinned woman uttered. Her southern belle charm added to the pseudo sweetness that could, for sure, give everyone a cavity. "But, uh, pleasure meetin' you, ma'am" She finished.

"No." Sam asserted. He stepped toward Jess and tossed his arm around her."No, Whatever you want you to say, you can say it in front of her." Sam declared and squeezed his girlfriend. He knew it would only make Blaire mad; Sam felt like he had the right to be a dick since she was the one who broke up with him. So, if she was jealous, so be it.

Blaire's stoic expression never wavered as Sam hugged her replacement. Yes, of course, it hurt her, but there were more pressing matters to attend to.

"Okay. John hasn't been home in a few days, Dean's worried." She stared blankly.

Sam remained next to Jess with the most asshole-ish attitude, "So he's working overtime on a Miller Timeshift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later."

This reaction made Dean sigh. He dipped his head down and then looked up to his brother, "Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days." Dean clarified.

Jess looked to Sam in confusion, Blaire had just said the same thing, what was different?

Sam's stony expression held, but there was a small twinge of alarm in his eyes. He gulped, "Jess, excuse us."

Blaire was the first to exit the apartment, her heels clacking against the steps. She finally began expressing an emotion other than fake happiness, which only meant bad news for Dean in the car ride later if Sam doesn't agree to come. How dare he move on, and not even care to mention that she used to be his girlfriend of five years.

Three minutes later, Sam and Dean emerged from the apartment.

STAIRWELL & OUTSIDE

"I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you." Sam complained as he trotted down the stairs with Dean.

Dean sighed and nudged Sam's arm. "You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. We need you to help us find him."

"We. You have Blaire to help you, and she's just as smart as I am, even smarter." As they rounded the corner, Sam could see the back of Blaire's head. "You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine." By the time he concluded that statement, they were at the bottom of the stairs, and Sam stood behind Bee.

"Y'know, you're full of shit. Just say you aren't coming, so Dean and I can get to saving people." Blaire sneered at the tall man. She disliked the fact that she had been replaced and also how in denial Sam was being. It's not hard to piece together the clues. John's missing, and he could possibly be the D-word.

Sam glared daggers into Bee's chocolate eyes. They held disdain and betrayal, which made him quickly look away. He wasn't ready to open those can of worms. "I'm not coming." He uttered.

Dean just looked up to his younger brother with a pang of sadness in his stoic expression. "Why not?"

The retired hunter shook his head as he answered, "I swore I was done hunting for good."

"It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad. You're just runnin' away cause you're scared." The African woman snapped and started for the exit. She didn't mean to call him a coward or let her problems seep its way into the conversation, but she needed Sam to know precisely how she felt.

"Scared?" Sam queried as he followed after Bee, brushing past Dean, who was hot on their trail.

"Yes, Samuel. Scared." Blaire spat while stopping at the door and turning around to look at her ex-boyfriend.

"When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45." Sam inched closer to Blaire, whose death stare never staggered; her glare could cut cleanly through chunks of ice. The brunette male shifted on his feet.

"Well, what was he supposed to do?" Dean asked with his hands in the air.

Sam scoffed and said the next line with care. "I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark."

Blaire let out a loud snort. "Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me?" She turned her body and gazed out the window. "You should be afraid of the dark...You know what's out there. What it did-" A small crack in her voice caught the brothers' attention, they hated when Blaire cried, it was like the weather agreed with her and it always rained.

"Yeah...I know, but still. Bee, The way we grew up after our moms were killed, and our dads' obsession to find the thing that killed them. You were four you should have been playing with dolls, not guns!" As Sam spoke, he gradually closed the space between him and the sorrow-stricken woman.

For them, it was like an instant replay of their break up, and it only made the exchange more emotional. Sam recommenced, "And we still haven't found the thing. So we kill everything we can find."

Dean decided to butt in before they ended up in another fistfight. "We save a lot of people doing it, too."

There was a small pause where Sam processed his brother's response while also still searching Blaire's face. Before he could even think of what he said, it already came tumbling out his mouth. "You think Mom would have wanted this for us?"

This inane question earned him two angry looks from Dean and Blaire. The curly-haired woman didn't know her mother, but she had pictures, and it helped because she looked just like her mother, except for her eyes; she had her father's eyes.

At least she remembered her father. Blaire just whirled around and slammed into the door, opening it. Dean, who felt the same, followed close in her footsteps. Sam had no choice but to chase after them.

The retired hunter felt the need to explain himself and justify why he said what he said. "The- The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean- Bee, we were raised like warriors."

Blaire climbed the short flight of steps that led into the parking lot. Her rubber heels thudded against the concrete. About halfway to the car, she turned around and gestured to the apartment building. "So what are you gonna do, Sammy? Huh? You just gonna live some normal, 9 to 5, apple-pie life? Is that it? Cause I think you're full of shit."

"No. Not normal. Safe." Sam muttered.

"And that's why you ran away." Dean added with a scoff. He peeped at Bee, who looked like she was teetering on the edge of punching Sam in the face or crying.

Sam shifted on his feet and held his arms open. "I was just going to college. It was Blaire and Dad who said If I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing." He could remember that night clearly, and it hurt him deeply to hear those words twice from two people he loved dearly.

"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already, I can feel it." Dean pressed out. All that went through his mind was the voicemail he was left. He didn't want to assume the worst, but in this life- you didn't live to die from old age. "I can't do this alone." Dean asserted.

Sam furrowed his brows and nodded over to Bee. "Yes, you can."

"Yeah, well, I don't want to." Dean huffed and looked anywhere, but Sam's eyes.

Sam let out a heavy sigh and looked down at the ground. Should he help them? What about Jessica? He felt obligated to help them; he glanced at the two and pulled his lips into a tight line. "What was he hunting?"

Blaire's expression lightened as she heard that question. It meant they were making progress. The small woman just looked over to Dean, who opened the trunk of the impala, then the spare-tire compartment. He propped the compartment open with his sawed-off shotgun and rummaged through Bee's various witchy paraphernalia.

"Bee- you have too much stuff. Why do you even have-what even is this?" Dean paused and picked up a jar filled with a dark red substance. The boys looked to Blaire expectantly.

Blaire glanced between the two brothers with a nervous expression. She always made sure to keep her car packed with things just in case she needed it. She acquired this trait from Bobby. "It's Dead-Man's blood- for vampires- look- just hurry up, would ya? It's gettin' pretty cold, and I gotta pee."

"Okay, okay, Hold your horses- and your pee. Let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean resumed searching through the clutter.

Sam leaned against the side of the car, having a full view of the arsenal. "So, when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?"

"Oh! He said he was working his own gig- in New Orleans." Blaire blurted out with a small giggle. She really didn't believe he was working a case there, but he sounded so serious about it, maybe he did.

Dean caught on quickly to her ridiculing him. He waved his hand, dismissively to the dark-skinned woman. "Look- It was a voodoo thing. I'm serious." The male hunter just kept combing through the files.

"Wait." Sam started. "Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?"

Dean halted his movements and peered over his shoulder at his little brother. "I'm 26, dude." He shook his head and examined the last Manila folder and found the case. "All right, here we go." Dean inhaled sharply.

"So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy-" He paused for a moment while handing the paper over to Sam, who took the paper and shared it with Blaire.

Dean smiled at the gesture. "They uh- found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."

The paper is a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th, 2005; it has a man's picture, captioned "Andrew Carey MISSING."

The former couple scanned the article in record timing and looked up to Dean simultaneously.

Sam spoke first. "So, maybe he was kidnapped."

The eldest tossed down an article for each date mentioned. "Yeah. Well, here's another one in April- Another one in December, '04, '03, '98, '92, ten of them over the past twenty years." Dean drawled as he snatched the article from Sam's hand and neatly put them back in the folder.

"All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road." He added.

There was a beat.

"It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough." Dean stated while he reached into another part of the arsenal for a tape recorder.

"Then, I get this voicemail yesterday." He pushed play on the recorder.

The audio started with static but clear enough for the trio to understand what was said.

JOHN: Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger.

Dean pressed the stop button and looked to Blaire and Sam.

Concurrently, the former couple spoke while gazing at Dean. "You know there's EVP on that?" It surprised them both that they said they spoke at the same time. Blaire kept her gaze on Dean, feeling Sam's on her.

"Aw, You two are adorable. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Dean cooed as Sam shook his head disapprovingly. "All right, I slowed the message down, I ran it through a Goldwave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got." The short-haired male pressed play on the recorder, and a woman's voice came through.

WOMAN: I can never go home...

"Never go home." The tall hunter repeated. Sam pushed himself off the car and peeped at the Nubian woman who had her fingers to her full lips in deep thought. She must have been going over the possibilities of what could have caused it.

Sam admired this about her, the smarts, and the brawn; It was something about watching the way kicked ass and did research. He was pulled out of his daydream when Dean shut the trunk and leaned against it.

"You know, in almost two years, I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing." Dean pleaded.

Samuel brought a hand to his face, wiped his mouth, and let out a heavy sigh. "All right, I'll go. I'll help you find him- But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here."

The Stanford student began moving back toward his apartment but stopped when he heard Blaire's soft voice.

"What's first thing Monday?' Blaire breathed.

On the outside, Blaire seemed calm and collected, but on the inside, she felt like she was falling apart. Her heart thumped 2 miles a minute, and it only pumped faster when Sam didn't turn around to face her when he spoke.

"I have this...I have an interview." Sam mumbled.

Dean remained perched against the vehicle, "What, a job interview? Skip it." He asserted.

Sam finally turned to face the two, "It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate." He affirmed.

"Law school?" Dean chuckled with a smirk.

"So, we got a deal or not?" Sam queried.

"Deal." Bee spoke for Dean. She was genuinely happy for Sam. All the times he told her about college and going into law, it was his calling but not his true calling; at least that's what she thought. She felt as though Samuel was made for hunting even if he pushed the thought away, and she partially believed he only ran away because of John.

Sam just pivoted on his heel and hurriedly made his way back to his apartment.

It was going to be a long trip, not only with him and Bee being awkward but also with Dean possibly badgering him about coming back into 'the family business.'

Blaire turned to Dean and gave him a playful nudge. "We'll find John, don't worry. I'll be there every step of the way." She pulled her lips into a tight line and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Y'know I love you, Big boy." Bee mocked and ruffled his hair right before she took off sprinting around the other side of the car.

"Hey! Not the hair Blaire, come on!" Dean carded his fingers through his short, spiked hair and grumbled as he was sure it looked wilder then he intended. "I'm gonna kill you, Blare!" He shouted and ran after her.

The two spent the next few minutes running around the car and fooling around until Dean caught up with the woman and wrapped his arms around her middle, and lifted her from the ground.

"I got you, you little bug!" Dean jeered in a jovial tone while holding her back to his chest. He gave her head a hard noogie, earning a giddish side of Blaire to surface.

Their little play session ended when they heard the creaking sound of the apartment building's side door. Blaire suddenly stamped her foot down on Dean's, which caused him to let go. It wasn't as if she was afraid of being vulnerable in front of Sam, she just didn't want him to assume that she was with his brother. Don't get her wrong- Dean was handsome and by his bragging, well endowed, but She just couldn't see Dean settling down. Maybe if he found the right one?

"Ready?" Dean groaned as his brother approached the two with a questionable expression.

Sam parted his lips to speak but just decided not to. All he saw was Blaire's roughed up hair, and Dean panting right behind her. It wasn't like he was jealous, right? The thought of his older brother messing around with one of his ex-girlfriends or potential girlfriends ate at him, especially him potentially sleeping with Blaire.

At the beginning of their relationship in 1999, Sam specifically told Dean that Blaire was off-limits. Maybe, because he ran away to Stanford is what made Dean feel different, but the rule still applied.

Yes, Sam was jealous.

Sam kept silent as he threw his bag into the trunk and climbed into the passenger seat. He couldn't hear the words that were exchanged between his brother and ex, but he just assumed they were fussing about what he just saw. That changed when he saw Blaire playfully pressed her fist against Dean's chin.

"Don't forget that it's your turn to drive." Dean murmured as he peered over his shoulder at the driver's seat. He turned back with a small smile. "Maybe I can finally get some shut-eye."

"I'll drive her later." The African beauty raised her fist to her best friend's face and lightly pushed his chin. "But for now, Big boy, I'll be in the back countin' sheep. I had a long hunt- chasing a wendigo." She laughed and went to claim her spot in the backseat.

Once she got in, she kicked off her boots and stretched her limbs across the black leather bench seat. Dean followed behind her, getting into the driver's seat.

"Wake me when hit out first stop." Blaire moaned as she nuzzled into her makeshift jacket pillow and closed her eyes. Not too long after she hit the seat, she was out like a light.

"All right, Jericho, here we come." Dean affirmed and started Baby. A giddish smile danced across Dean's face as he started the car and pulled off onto the road.

This was the start of their never-ending story.

PART TWO

SERIES REWRITE MASTERLIST

#Dean x OFC #dean winchester fanfiction #dean fanfiction #dean winchester #masterlist #series rewrite #spn s1 #sam x ofc

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mayamatiln · 7 years ago

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can u please talk about your love for Johnny DiMarco? gush about it bc me too

sorry it took me so long to answer this. I’ve tried to come up with a coherent way to describe my love for him but I’m not sure this will do it justice but I’ll try.

Long story short: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. Not only that but it was subtle character development shown through his interactions as a supporting character. It’s what skyrocketed him to becoming my favorite character because if you didn’t watch him closely you would never pick up on how much he was changing with every new episode he was in. Let me analyze a bit:

Season 6 - He is introduced as just another bully from Lakehurst and honestly I didn’t really notice him until Rock This Town when he was there and watched Drake stab JT. Obviously my initial reaction was to hate both of them so much, just like the other characters on the show did. Especially after he watched it happen then immediately ran away. BUT after watching the episode for the billionth time a crazy thought popped into my head: “Imagine what Johnny is going through in his head.” I mean it was clear by the look on his face that what Drake did was completely not okay with him and he was clearly traumatized by watching it. I realized that he ran away (which was the wrong thing to do) because he panicked and got scared like any 16/17 year old kid would. The show completely skipped over the fact that he was probably heavily interrogated by the cops for possibly being an accessory to murder but I was immediately intrigued by what is possibly going on in this boys head.

Season 7 - When first see Johnny this season he is up to his old bullying ways and in my head I was like “really this kid goes through watching a guy he was bullying die and he just keeps on picking on people like it didnt affect him at all?” But then we get that scene where Toby confronts Johnny about how he watched Drake kill JT and you can clearly see Johnny deflecting and trying to shut it out and forget that it ever happened. To me it was so clear that Johnny was going through some really dark things and the only way he knew how to cope with it was by doing what he usually does and taking it out on other people. He keeps doing this until we get to Bust A Move where we see that Johnny is attending the Red Pines camp along with Darcy. If you weren’t really looking for it you would completely miss him being there but at the beginning of one scene we hear him talking to the group about exactly what I had suspected that he had been going through. He talks about how since JT died he has sorta been off the rails and he keeps asking himself why does he have to be such a jerk. This moment confirmed to me what a complex and layered and extremely human character Johnny was even though he was only a background character. It was the pivotal moment that cemented him as one of my favorite characters.

Season 8 - These were the seasons where we finally began to chip away at the tough guy exterior and see the real Johnny that he was hiding underneath all because of Alli. Although we only ever saw that relationship from her point of view as a way to tell the stereotypical “young girl gets with older guy and realizes she isn’t as mature as she thinks plot” it was still very clear that the relationship meant a lot to the both of them which wasn’t stereotypical at all. From Alli’s point of view we see her chasing after him but it’s also made very clear that he really does like her just as much (if not more) than she liked him but he was initially too much of a coward to admit it. What was so important about this relationship though is that Alli was the first person, other than Bruce (which doesn’t count), who ever sought him out and genuinely liked him and wanted to get to know him. She was never afraid of him like everyone else was and she was persistent which is exactly what he needed. Like he says in Heart of Glass, she wasn’t just some hook up for him, he genuinely liked her as a person because she took the time to pay attention to him and notice that he is actually kind of a nerd. He likes books and literature and he cares about making sure she gets home on time and buys her a flower when he hopes that she never finds out that he’s the one who sent it and he buys her a heartshaped necklace because he’s never been in a relationship before and he doesnt know what he’s doing. She brought him out of his shell and taught him that he is so much more than a bully and that people outside of his small friend group can genuinely like him. I also want to note how when he lies about her being his first time too, like yes it was bad to lie, but from his point of view he finally found someone who genuinely likes him for who he is and he is terrified of hurting her and her leaving him. Yet again we see Johnny making a big mistake but still it is understandable and realistic because he is in fact a teenage boy.

Season 9 - We start off the season with Johnny making possibly one of the biggest mistakes he has ever made (well at least to me). Him sending Alli’s nudes to Bruce because he was mad that she posted a silly picture of him being HIMSELF was so childish and immature and disgusting. That being said it was completely in character and necessary for his character to hit this low point when things were finally looking up for him. When thing’s don’t go Johnny’s way he has always been known to act out cruelly to those around him and sink deeper into his tight friendship with Bruce who he knows would never leave him. He gets upset and reverts into his old habits and thus loses Alli in the process which is probably the biggest reality check he has ever gotten. Then to top it all off he finds out he has genital warts which seals the deal that he has lost the one person who genuinely liked him and cared about him as a person. He initially reacts just like he always has and returns to picking on others as a way to cope. Then as we get to the episode Why Can’t This Be Love we have another turning point. First I must point out that the part 1 of this episode is one of my favorites because it is the only episode where Johnny has an entire plot from his point of view. In it we see him asking Alli to prom because he clearly still has feelings for her and she immediately turns him down. He tried to rebound and fails miserably because when it comes to talking to girls let’s just say he is a total goof who has clearly lost his touch over the past year with Alli. At prom he sees Alli flirting with Dave at prom and he picks on them out of jealousy, by the end of the episode Johnny watches Alli move on with her life and knows that it is over for good. BUT this is the moment that Johnny also decides to turn his life around. From this moment on we never see him bully or threaten anyone else. He took what Alli taught him and he used it to become a better person and really believe in himself. And to top it all off we get a glimpse that he graduated with honors. I’m so proud of my smart boy!!

Season 10 - We only see Johnny in one episode this season but BOY IS IT A GOOD ONE. I remember when the first promo for Hide and Seek Part 1 came out and you have that moment where we see Sav knocking on the door and then Johnny answered. Let me tell you that I completely lost it. I had come to terms that I’d never seen Johnny or another Bhandarco scene again and it was literally the best blessing ever. Anyway, we see Johnny in college and his amazing slowburn character development arc is finally complete. Seeing Johnny with his life together and being happy and involved in school activities is so important. Him giving Alli advice to get through her hardships was such a beautiful parallel to how she helped him get through his whether she knew it or not. And to top it all off he ended his journey by bringing it all back to the beginning and talking about JT. He mentioned his relationship with his parents and how much of a hard time he had after he watched his best friend kill the completely innocent and harmless JT. Seeing him express how much it truly messed him up was so important especially since he never got the solo plots to tell his side of the story. I still cry when I watch that episode just because I am so proud of the man he has become. Seeing him in this episode also taught that when you go to college you have a change to completely reinvent yourself and let go of any reputations that may proceed you. Also it was a neat way to show that even the terrible people you may have once hated can change for the better and that not everyone’s redemption arc reaches it’s peak once they graduate high school because realistically their lives are just beginning.

Johnny DiMarco managed to witness a trauma just as mind altering as Emma, Toby, and Sean did after Time Stands Still. The only difference is that Johnny never got to have his trauma told from his point of view. He is so underrated because yes on the surface he has done horrible things but in context all of it is completely reasonable and realistic based on the things he has been though. Not only that but he never had one single life changing moment where he realized “yeah I’m over my trauma now I can stop acting this way” much like many characters do when they deal with their trauma during the plot of a single episode. All of Johnny’s recovery was a slow burn over the seasons. With each season he grew more and more mature and he managed to do it all with only ONE plot that centered around him, which was basically a filler plot and nothing really happened. I get hurt when people hate on Johnny because it shows that they really haven’t been paying enough attention to him at all and they aren’t thinking and watching the show knowing that all of the characters are human and incredibly realistic. But unlike many other characters, Johnny never got the proper screen time.

I like to think that after college Johnny became an English teacher. The cool and rough around the edges kind of English teacher that literally changes the lives of all the kids he teaches. Not only is he passionate about literature, he has the life experience to deal with troubled kids and would easily be able to relate to them and help them through life. Maybe someday he reunites with Alli. Unlike the last time they saw each other they are now both mature and a lot more down to earth. But regardless, I’m so beyond pleased with how Johnny was last seen on the show. They brought his character to an excellent close and did as much justice to him as they could. So all of this is why I love Johnny DiMarco and he is my favorite character that Degrassi has ever had. He had such an underrated and under utilized arc but still he managed to steal my heart.

#degrassi #johnny dimarco #anon #bhandarco #I probably left something out because there is just so much I love to talk about when it comes to him #I'm tired and this is already really long so I'm just gonna stop there #LET IT BE KNOWN THAT JONATHAN GEORGE DIMARCO IS MY ULTIMATE FAV AND I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART #Anonymous #taylor talks

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icharchivist · 7 years ago

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Ayy saw friendos today again, we watched a bit more hxh, from ep 118 to 127 - we had to stop this one in the middle tho djkhfkhjfd

So so far, we watched more of the Attack on The Castle stuff, up to Netero’s blowing up.

So as usual, A. = Her, T. = Him

-As Brovoda shoots Ikalgo A: “NOT THE OCTOPUS” T: *to me* “If i learn you lied to us about the survival of the octopus istg I will cook you into an octopus sushi for lying to us”

-T: “I’m not even on tumblr and yet im gonna be known as the Octopus lover”

-T. kept making bad french puns about Ikalgo and the fact he’s an octopus (poulple in french, which lead to him saying Poulpe Fiction)

-T finds Knuckle’s technique as adorable as annoying. When Youpi fakes being angry against it, he said “I wouldn’t have to fake it tbh”. he also said Knuckle could copyright the cute yet annoying concept

-As Knuckle is having his life flashing in front of his eyes before hitting Youpi for Shoot: T: “That’s not the time to fall in love Knuckle”

-As Knuckle says he’ll die, A: “OH NO”

-At Killua coming to save him, A and T were speechless, A’s mouth opened wide with a smile before saying “THAT’S some good stuff!”

-A: “He’s been going through a hard time - No luck, Youpi he’ll put it all on you.”

-A: “Killua, it’s when he’s calm that you have to worry. the issue is that he’s mostly calm, also when he’s angry.”

-A, as Killua covers himself in electricity: “oH I SAW THIS GIF A LOT ON YOUR BLOG”

-They are amazed by Killua’s power, they find it cool af. but i love A’s : “And then they say Kurapika is op???”. i love my friends :’D

-they yelled “oh no” when Shoot’s technique disappeared out of Youpi, thinking he’s dead

-T. squeeed at the way Ikalgo walked ahah

-T. is threatening Brodova by telling ways to cook him, I’m concerned

-As Ikalgo is in trouble, A: “you didn’t lie to us right??? nothing will happen to the octopus?? i don’t care about the others” Me: “you yelled when Shoot and Knuckle almost died” T: “Sure but it’s okay if they die if octopus survives” A: “i mean I’ll survive people dying. just not him. please”

-T: “[Brodova] doesnt have a face so his acting must come from his antena”

-As Ikalgo cry because he’s too weak to kill someone, T: “noo he’s so pure! It’s not a weakness to not kill someone, it shows humanity. or octopusity.”

-Morel: “could Pouf be tricking me?” A:“I’m always expecting the worst of shaiapouf”

-As Knuckle discovered Shoot disappeared, A. facepalmed

-As Pouf divided himself in multiple mini-him: A: “it’s a nightmare. It must be one. that’s the creepiest power yet”

-The violin keeps playing and it’s inspired by Vivaldi. T: “it’s a shame. i liked Vivaldi. but that was before. or well it’s not really Vivaldi or else i would have destroyed that butterfly.”

-About Pouf, A: “CAN SOMEONE BREAK HIS TEETH ONCE AND FOR ALL” T: “Go crash yourself on a Car’s glass like the fucking butterfly you are”

-About Hina, T: “Aww she’s cute” A: *shakes her head*, T: “Not cute?”

-As Pouf devides himself again: A: “as if one wasn’t annoying enough.”

-Still about Pouf, A: “Kill me if you want but never play violon again”

-They were so glad Knov saved Shoot ahh

-We reached the mistranslation about Killua saying he wanted to die for Gon. when i explained it, A said “so it’s completely canon”

-A: “There’s a lot of word to describe Gon, but “under control” isn’t one of them”

-Gon at Pouf: “Shut up” T: “you’re asking a lot. next you’ll ask his violin, it’s all of his personality”

-When Knuckle released his technique to protect Morel, A. remained with her mouth wide opened in shock when T. said “the fuck”

-they are so hype about the Netero v Meruem fight.

-A: “Netero fucking fight with socks and no shoes”

-T: “We got this far for a ted talk?”

-T as Netero starts using his powers: “It’s so good so pretty! so nice to see omg”

-they yelled when Netero told the King “do you want to know your name?”

-We always skip the opening but T. started dancing on it

-Also he tried to prononce what Potclin keeps saying, adding “me, checking my bank account”

-As Ikalgo gets attacked, they’re worried aldhdk. when he said “I’m not dead!” T. said “Me after writting law essays”

-When Palm comes back in the story: A: “i don’t know who she is but i want her lipstick”

-As Palm arrives, T: “new look for a new life”

-As Killua realizes something is wrong with Palm: T: “I’m just gonna say, he thought about how it would affect Gon first. just saying. it’s sad for her because he doesn’t care for her but… ye”

-A: “you think too much Killua. I’m that close to say that it’s because you think it’s better than handling your emotions”

-As Palm and Killua start talking, A: “She seems calmer…” T: “dunno… I’m scared there’s no music”

-Palm: “No point in keeping those emotions inside or resisting them…” A: “you should listen to her Killua” Palm: “It includes killing you!” A: “...Until that point”

-A: “oh great we needed another problem”

-A: “Palm looks like she’s out of Coraline”

-As Killua broke down, they both were really quiet. A. eventually said : “let it all out Killua” with softness. they both seemed quite sad about Killua’s state

-As Pouf says he wants to rule alone with the King, A: “how many people are doing their coming out this arc?! like, Killua we knew for a while but now it’s canon, but between Knuckle and Pouf now…”

-A., seeing all of that, is curious to see where Leorio and Kurapika’s relationship could go on considering where Killua and Gon’s relationship, and probably from the fact I ship them and they know it. I had to tell them that While I ship them, they have far less content and far less obvious material and that it was up to interpretation, even if to me, they have a relationship i have more interests into. but ye, less material. to which A. replied “at the same time Killua and Gon are completely canon. the only way it would be more canon would be with a kiss and even that we got one! so less content doesnt mean much” it made me laugh, but ye, still told them this is far less obvious and up to interpretation. rip.

-As Pitou is begging for Gon to not be mad at Pouf, A: “she’s making her case worse”

-As Gon restrict Pitou’s time after the Pouf’s incident, showing he’s in controle of the condition regardless of what the enemies would try: A: “It reminds me of a certain person who puts his conditions before anything the enemy has to say. to the point of hanging off the phone.” i love my friends alhdkd

-A: “Gon lookd like Killua when Killua is about to do something that implies something bad for someone…. like killing…”

-A:“With the two kids being emotionally unstable, i feel like the others hunters are just trying to handle bombs that are about to explode…”

-A. is getting some pleasure to see The King being beaten up ahah

-They find Netero’s technique too amazing. A. wonders whats the point in putting so much nen in the earpierces

-As Netero’s theme starts playing: A: “Did they summon Chrollo for the chorus”

-Apparently this theme is inspired by the requiem of Vivaldi. My friends are amazing and i love them for noticing those stuff.

-They laughed and put hands on their faces at Netero’s heartshape

-T. says his fav characters are Ikalgo, Netero and Nobunaga.

-after the fight, the King still asks for his name. T.: “it’s Asshole. Piss of a Cow”

-They… were speechless suring the explosion. like “whaat”

-A: “I have a question. How are people still alive in this universe?”

That’s about it? About all I noted at least dkjfhdkf a few things were very french jokes rip. Also some IRL stuff were happening so dkfhkjdhf

But ye :D It was a tons of fun!

Next time we should get done with that arc.... :D Hype.

#ichablogging hxh2011 #ichatalks about hxh

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