#totally thrifted of course

[x-adoringvoid-x]

Very necessary questions to ask your partner…

Hadri says that ‘He’s a nice blue color’ and that ‘He looks mischievous’.

[p-seduonym]

Switched At Birth (Part Five)

A/N: So I've been a little busy. Work, school, etc. This one's a bit shorter but hopefully you guys like it. Wanted to get more into the yandere aspect of the story with Melissa's thoughts. Also sorry if my taglist is a mess, I'm still figuring out Tumblr etiquette.

Taglist (I'll add you if you ask):@luludeluluramblings, @von-jour, @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni, @kenyummy, @bunniotomia, @ch1cky-093, @toxicthotsyndrome68

Yandere!Batfam X Switched! Fem! Reader X Yandere!Wayne!OC

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

It was only after Melissa had gone home, with a bag of thrifted clothing and another solely for her new dress, that she noticed it.

You left your scrunchie with her.

It felt like satin and was a baby blue color.

You had used it to pin her hair back as you did her makeup with some drug store brands. “Totally a spring— I knew it”, you said as you gently dusted blush on her cheeks, your breath curling around the nape of her neck.

The most reasonable thing to do would be to give it back to you, the next time she saw you. 

But…when would “next time” be?

She had heard that plenty of times. “Next time”, Dick promised when she asked if he could go out with her.

“Next time,” her father had said about dinner.

Next time. Next time. Next time.

So she didn’t give it back. 

Turning it over in her hands, her thumb brushed over the faint warmth still trapped in the fabric. Just a whisper of it— but your presence was within the weave. 

It wasn’t much. Just a scrunchie.

But you’d worn it. You touched her while wearing it. You laughed while twisting her hair up like it was second nature. And that laugh was still there, somewhere in the soft folds, if she listened closely enough.

She slipped it around her wrist, let it rest there like a bracelet.

Just until she saw you again, she told herself.

Only—she didn’t take it off.

The satin was cool against her pulse, a pale ribbon of proof.

Proof that you had been real.

That you had chosen her, even if just for an afternoon.

And maybe it was stupid, maybe she was reading into everything too much—but she didn’t care.

You saw her. You picked her. When no one else even noticed she was there.

Of course you didn’t mean to leave the scrunchie. But that didn’t matter.

Because now it was hers.

A thread that tied her to you.

In the inky stillness of her room, she fell asleep with it intertwined in her fingers.

The next morning, Melissa came down for breakfast. Everyone was gone, as usual, but Alfred was already waiting  in the kitchen.

He always was.

However, today, there wasn’t just the morning paper—opened to the financial section— on the table. A laptop, it looked like Barbara’s, sat opened to the trending page on a tabloid site. A picture took up the screen: Melissa, standing awkwardly in a thrift store. You beside her, grinning like you owned the world. A blur of pink between you—the dress.

Alfred looked up when she entered the kitchen. Not judgemental or stern. Just… watchful.

He closed the laptop carefully.

“Miss Melissa” 

She paused halfway to the fridge, “...yes?”

“May I assume your outing was enjoyable?”

Not what were you thinking? Not that was inappropriate. Just a simple question. Yet she hesitated.

“...Yes,” She answered carefully, halfheartedly scanning the contents of the fridge. “It was”

She didn’t elaborate further. Didn’t ask why Alfred was interested in social media for once, or why the tabloids thought teenagers hanging out was suddenly front page news. It must have been such a slow news day for the site that they actually remembered the Forgotten Wayne. Barbara always knew when one of them was mentioned anywhere on social media, so it must have been recent, too.

But…her chest tightened. Why did they have to know about you? Why now? When she found someone who chose her? It’s not like they knew who you actually were; just the “girl with cat socks” or “a public curiosity”. 

Still, she didn’t like the way it felt. The way your name might now sit on the tongues of strangers, twisted and misinterpreted, picked apart by people who didn’t know you.

Alfred’s tone was light as he poured her tea—green with a dash of sugar, just how she liked it: “She seems like a nice young lady”

That made her think to herself as she stirred her tea aimlessly: did she know you either?

You told her the basics at the diner— you went to a public school, average grades, some friends, a house in the suburbs. Did you tell everyone else that? Did everyone know you the way she does?

The tea tasted more bitter than usual. 

You weren’t for them. You were hers.

She didn’t say anything, at first. She didn’t plan for possessiveness. She didn’t get to plan far before everything seemed to dissolve in your wake. Plans seemed to just be like that—crisp and clean until they got wet and tore. 

“She is,” She admits, finally. “Nice.”

Alfed inclined his head, accepting this answer. He pauses and waits for her to continue, but she doesn’t. His eyes soften, in a way that grates at her skin, and lets the silent question dissipate.

Poor, little Melissa, she almost heard him think. So worried about her one and only friend.

She was used to this; as used as one could be. People just saw her as someone—something— to feel bad for.

Her warped reflection stared back from the tea cup.

They never really saw the rot just below the surface— and she was glad for that. No one had to see the disgusting bitterness she kept hidden. Even Alfred just saw her as yet another tragedy within the Wayne Manor,

Still, that wasn’t entirely useless.

If there could be yet another thing to tie her to you— her hand grazed the scrunchie on her wrist — wouldn’t that be even better?

Alfred watched her, not pointing out how the hair tie clashed with her uniform, and made a passing note. 

“She does look strikingly similar— to who, I can’t quite say”

Melissa paused.

That’s right, she thought, you did look like that person.

She didn't leave her tea when she stood up, rather she took with her and walked past Alfred. In a practiced tone of submissiveness, Melissa confessed,

“I don’t know when I’ll see her again. We don’t go to the same school after all…”

And Alfred responded, his ever kind and patient self: “I will see if your invite to this month’s gala can be extended to one other person”.

Perfect.

As she retreated, she pulled out her cell phone. Typing and retyping, she sent out a message to you.

Hi-

Hello-

Hi, there’s a gala coming up– can you go with me?

She watched as the three little dots appeared and then disappeared before reappearing.

“If you want another makeover, you can just ask lol”

Melissa smiled to herself.

A/N: hehehe who's "that person"? It's probably pretty obvious if you follow @luludeluluramblings's posts but let's forget that and pretend I'm clever for now, okay? btw if you are waiting for some more Cult of the Lamb X Batfam stuff I'll be posting something soon. It's small but it's something.

[simmila]

My first set of custom content is here! I wanted to create a smaller pack to start this journey as cc creator, including mostly clutter and recolors.

This pack is intended to be used in a thrift shop or a record/music store, but of course, you can also use it for your music collector sims! This was super fun to make, and I hope you enjoy it!

Please let me know if you encounter any issues with my cc, I’ll try to fix it as soon as possible!

--- THIS PACK INCLUDES A TOTAL OF 18 OBJECTS: -* Shop Decals, Signs and Posters (21, 13 and 21 swatches) -* 2 Types of Shelves (9 and 12 swatches) -* Vinyl Display (9 swatches) -* “RECORDS” Neon sign (10 swatches) -* CD’s Clutter (12 swatches) -* Stackable CD’s (29 swatches) -* Wall-mounted Vinyl Disc and Album (25 swatches each) -* 3 Types of Vinyl Clutter – 1 Single, 2 Grouped – (25, 30 and 10 swatches) -* Vinyl Crate (EA Basement Treasures Kit Recolor) (BGC) (36 swatches) -* Vinyl Table (EA Base Game Recolor) (8 swatches) -* Spotify Inspired Posters in Simlish (EA Base Game Recolor) (43 swatches) -* Shop Sign in Simlish (EA Cottage Living Recolor) (24 swatches) --- !! -- Free on Patreon (x) || ---

You can find these items on the Build/Buy Catalogue by typing SIMMILA or RECORD STORE on the search bar.

With love, Simmila.♡

[rubiehart]

INTRODUCING BSF!READER…

bsf!reader who’s… friendship with jj is very much black cat and golden retriever, i bet you can guess who’s who. he’s always finding ways to piss her off and get her all irritated, cause he thinks she’s hot when she’s mad.

bsf!reader who… really is a sweet girl, but only really shows that side of her around people she really loves, so of course she’s fiercely protective over those people, one of the reasons her and jj are so compatible - because so is he.

bsf!reader who… has the best closet, that one girl that all her friends raid her closet for special events because she’s got absolutely everything, for every occasion. if she’s not at the chateau, or down at the break, she’s at a thrift store ransacking the racks.

bsf!reader who… is a total stoner just like jj, his favourite smoking buddy as he’s said many a time. when jj mentions to ricky that he’s smoking with her he gets a discount, so he may use that to his advantage..

bsf!reader who… is a total adrenaline junkie like jj, always up for trespassing and surfing in storms, because she’s a pogue, that’s how she was raised and she wouldn’t change it for the world.

bsf!reader who’s… parents own a tikki bar on the beach nearest to the cut, so she spends a lot of her time there, serves drinks to all her friends, makes the kooks who somehow stumble onto their side of the island show id, because why should she play fair if they don’t?

bsf!reader who… is the girl in the outer banks that everyone knows, if you don’t want to date her, you want to be her. every girl jj flirts with or gets with at a keg always gets that nagging in the back of their minds about her, because everyone knows how utterly obsessed with her he is, since kindergarten. because everyone knows…

sandbox love never dies.

FULL FICS

𓇼 LOOK AFTER YOU - mdni, hurt/comfort.

summary: set in an alternate universe, where bsf!reader’s parents aren’t accepting of her friendship-turned relationship with jj…

BLURBS

𓇼 bsf!jj realising he loves you… [18+!]

𓇼 hooking up with bsf!jj for the first time… [18+!]

𓇼 cockwarming bsf!jj… [18+!]

𓇼 bsf!jj slapping your ass too hard…

𓇼 scolding bsf!jj for using the word ‘bitch’…

𓇼 jj being completely whipped for his bestfriend… [18+!]

𓇼 giving bsf!jj a little pamper…

𓇼 bsf!jj takes ecstasy at a kegger… [18+!]

𓇼 john b and bsf!jj convincing you and sarah to come to the chateau for a little smoke n’ smush…

𓇼 bsf!jj crashing your post-surf shower…

𓇼 jj taking care of drunk bsf!reader after a kegger…

𓇼 sex in the twinkie with bsf!jj… [18+!]

𓇼 bsf!jj seeks out girls with your name so he can moan it shamelessly… [18+!]

𓇼 you accidentally let it slip to the pogues that your boyfriend can’t satisfy you in bed… [18+!]

𓇼 bsf!reader and jj after season 4’s events… [18+!]

𓇼 bsf!reader and jj in poguelandia 2.0….

𓇼 jj picks up tipsy bsf!reader from work… [18+!]

𓇼 bsf!jj fingers you under the blanket during pogue movie night… [18+!]

MINI THOUGHTS…

𓇼 a day at the funfair with bsf!jj… (feat. @weedforjj )

𓇼 sharing rings with bsf!jj… (pt. 1)

𓇼 sharing rings with bsf!jj… (pt. 2)

𓇼 giving bsf!jj a stick n’ poke…

𓇼 bsf!jj helping you out if your tampon got stuck…

MISC.

𓇼 how i imagine bsf!reader…

𓇼 bsf!reader and jj’s insta posts…

𓇼 bsf!reader and jj’s texts…

[pittsick]

mikaaaa!! you should totally write something about metal head!art reacting to polar opposite! reader wearing corpse makeup for the first time!!

(maybe something smutty idk, ily!!!)

summary: art can’t keep his hands off to himself when he sees you, his soft girlfriend, wearing typical corpse paint. do you know how many times he dreamed about this? jerked off from the thought?

pairing: metalhead art x afab girlfriend.

cw: +18. mdni. 1.3k words. dirty-talking. fingering. slight oral sex. protected penetration. aftercare.

taglist: @blastzachilles, @lvve-talks, @jordiemeow, @strfallz, @222col, @soulxinxthexsky, @diyasgarden, @jinxedbambi, @lexiiscorect, @religionlost, @bluestrd, @jclolz22, @destinedtobegigi, @imperishablereverie, @lovefaist, @shahabaqsa0310, @prismozo, @jesuistrestriste, @grimsonandclover, @nozhdyved, @artstennisracket, @yardofbrunettes, @hangels

You don’t text him what it is. Just: “Got a surprise. Don’t freak out.”

You can already picture his furrowed brow as he reads it—skeptical, suspicious, intrigued. Art doesn’t like surprises. But he likes you, so he plays along.

You stand at his apartment door wearing a thrifted leather jacket over a dress you wouldn’t normally wear in front of him. Black. Tight. Fishnets. Platform boots. And the corpse paint. That’s the crown jewel. That is just not you—but you got the idea at 2AM last night.

White base smoothed over your skin. Harsh black encircling your eyes, exaggerated like shadowed wounds. Your mouth painted like a jagged grin, like your lips were torn into a new shape. It’s smeared at the corners now from nervous licking, but it only makes it look better. Rough. Raw. Believable. Not so clean.

You hear him before you see him—low music playing inside, something lo-fi and fuzzy—and then the door swings open.

He’s shirtless. Of course he is. Sweatpants hanging low, messy hair in his face, and tired eyes that stop when they land on you. His whole body goes still. Like you slapped him just by existing.

A long beat of silence. Then: “What the fuck.”

You almost regret it, the sudden self-consciousness prickling up your arms, but then he takes a step forward. His hand lands heavy on the doorframe beside your head, gaze dragging from your boots all the way up to your eyes. He looks like he wants to lick the paint off your face. Or drop to his knees. Maybe both.

“You like it?” you ask, voice quieter than you meant.

His mouth twitches—like he’s trying not to smile, but something primal wins out. He exhales sharp through his nose, then shakes his head in disbelief. “You don’t know what you just did, do you?”

You blink.

He runs a hand through his hair, eyes flicking down to your mouth. “You, showing up like this—fuck, sweetheart. I’ve jerked off to the thought of you looking like this and you didn’t even know.” You let out a shaky breath.

That’s all it takes. One breath. He grabs your face with both hands and kisses you like he’s starved. You clutch at his shoulders as he walks you backwards into the apartment, mouth devouring yours, smearing black across his lips and chin. He closes the door with one foot, not caring about how loud the metal hitting sounds.

He breaks the kiss with a wet, filthy sound. “You’re keepin’ this on. No fuckin’ way I’m letting it go to waste.”

“Good,” you pant. “That was the plan.” Art growls. Actually growls—a low, gritty sound from his chest—and sweeps you up by the backs of your thighs, carrying you to the bedroom like you weigh nothing.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he mumbles as he lays you out on his mattress. “You’re my fuckin’ wet dream.” You smirk up at him, makeup already smeared. “I thought you liked me soft.”

“I do. I fuckin’ love how sweet you are. Makes this…” He leans down, tongue flicking over your bottom lip. “This is evil. Like you wanna eat me alive.”

“Maybe I do.”

He groans like you’ve physically hurt him. “Oh, you’re filthy tonight. Look at you.”

He kneels between your legs, pushing your dress up with rough hands before taking it off of your body, fingers snagging your fishnets until they tear. You gasp, thighs instinctively squeezing together, but he pushes them apart with a firm grip and a dark laugh.

“Not hiding from me now. You came here to be used, didn’t you?”

You nod, chest rising fast.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet already,” he mutters, running two fingers over your soaked panties. “All this just from a little face paint?” He asks, looking up at your face with a smirk that is proper to him.

“No,” you gasp, hips twitching. “It’s you. Talking like that.”

He hums low, pleased. “Then you better get used to it.”

He drags your underwear down, tosses them aside, and buries his face between your thighs like he’s starving and you’re his first meal of the day. The first swipe of his tongue has you arching up, crying out. He moans into you, lips latching around your clit and sucking like he wants to pull your soul out through it.

And you’re already close, it’s kind of embarrassing.

Maybe it’s the buildup. The nerves. The feel of his mouth on you after seeing the hunger in his eyes when he opened the door.

Your hands claw at the sheets as he fucks you with his tongue, fast and sloppy, wet noises filling the room with every filthy suck. When he slips a thick finger inside you, curling it just right, you fall apart. Clenching around his digit, back arching off of the mattress and eyebrows furrowing.

“Art—fuck—oh my God—”

He doesn’t stop until your legs are trembling and you're pushing his head back weakly.

When he pulls away, his face is smeared with your slick, glistening. His eyes are wild. Ferocious. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins, breathing hard. “You should see yourself right now,” he says. “You look like a demon just got exorcised. All fucked up and messy. You want more?”

You nod furiously, desperate.

He stands to strip, cock already leaking, flushed and heavy slapping against his lower stomach when his sweatpants disappears. Your eyes widen.

“I’m gonna ruin you,” he mutters, grabbing a condom from the drawer. “Corpse paint and all. Don’t care if we wreck the sheets.”

“Fuck the sheets,” you breathe. He lets out a low, dangerous laugh and kneels again, rolling the condom on with shaking hands.

“You’re gonna take all of me,” he growls as he lines himself up. “You wanted to play the part, didn’t you? Be my nasty little corpse girl? Gonna fuck you ‘til you’re crying off all that pretty paint.”

You gasp, thighs falling open, and he thrusts into you all at once. The stretch steals your breath. He doesn’t give you time to adjust—he can’t. He’s feral now, hips snapping into you hard and fast, grunting with each thrust like it’s physically pulling something out of him.

His hands grip your hips so tight you’ll bruise. One slides up your body, touching and caressing across your ribs, your tits, your throat. His thumb rests just under your jaw, like a silent threat.

“You hear that?” he pants, voice ragged. “That’s you. So fuckin’ wet for me. Drippin’ down my cock.” His hips slap against yours, filthy noises echoing in his room that mix with your moans and whimpers. You sound like Art’s favorite melody.

You whimper, clenching around him, and he growls again. “Yeah, that’s it. You like being fucked like this. Filthy little thing. All dressed up for me just to get wrecked.”

“Y-yeah—Art—don’t stop—”

He presses his forehead to yours, sweat slick on his brow. “Not stopping ‘til you scream and cream around my cock.”

He changes the angle, grinding deep, and your mouth falls open in a silent moan. You’re so close it’s embarrassing again. Every thrust punches a sound out of you—breathy, desperate, wrecked. You can almost see stars with every thrusts of Art’s hips against yours.

“I want you to come just like this,” he pants. “Me fucking you while you wear this pretty makeup just for me. C’mon, baby. Let it go.”

Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, loud and bright and searing. You dig your nails into his back as your body convulses, crying his name. You clench around his cock, gripping him tight; letting him buried inside your warmth. He follows fast, hips stuttering as he groans your name into your neck, coming hard with a few more brutal thrusts before collapsing on top of you, breathing ragged and loud in your ear.

For a while, the only sounds are your gasps and his heartbeat pounding against your chest.

Eventually, he lifts his head.

Your makeup is ruined. Mascara streaked. Mouth smeared. The black paint on your face is almost gone with the sweat cause by the overstimulation. And Art looks at you like you just gave him a new religion.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers. “You’re never allowed to not do this again.”

You snort softly, too boneless to reply.

He kisses your collarbone, gentle now. Presses his mouth over the warmth skin, tasting the sweat, the salt. His breath is hot. Worshipful. “You got no idea what this does to me,” he murmurs. “You—lookin’ like that. Letting me fuck you like that. I’d give up everything for you.”

You blink up at him, dazed. “Even your band?” He laughs, low and hoarse. “Don’t push it.”

You grin, wiping a streak of paint off his jaw.

There’s a pause. Then: “Wanna shower?” he asks. You nod, and he lifts you like you’re still featherlight, kissing your temple. “I’m not letting a drop of that paint go to waste,” he adds as he carries you toward the bathroom. “I’m fucking you again in the water.”

[midnightshindig]

i love your work! could i request hc’s/drabbles for mark, cecil, and rex (separately) having unrequited feelings for the reader? take care of yourself!! 😊

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

ooooooo you guys are about that angsty shit

i fw it

hcs under the cut!

Cecil

Cecil is a PROFESSIONAL

he keeps his emotions tight and on LOCK

There isn't enough psychological torture in the world that would get him to admit his feelings for you

except maybe the torture of watching you subtly flirt with him

I mean come on, the way you wear your uniform tie a little loose, the way your stockings always have runs in them, you bring him his coffee with a bright smile reserved for him and nobody else.

The two of you have a rapport, engaging in witty banter during the rare downtime at the GDA

You're intelligent and hilarious with a strong sense of conviction, what's not to love?

And he's so certain you feel the same way

So when he asks you to dinner, like a gentleman, in all the correct ways, and you politely decline?

Oh he's hurt, for sure

but he's a professional. He deals with worse all the time.

So why is he still thinking about it?

Why does it sting when you inevitably start dating Anthony from HR

Why can't he bring himself to just forget about you?

your banter becomes stifled, and Cecil thinks he's losing touch just a little

It culminates when you request to transfer branches

He approves the request, of course

He is a professional, after all.

Mark

He's a dweeeeeeb when he has a crush

Like, he thinks he's so slick

talking to Rex about you while you're only across the GotG gym with headphones in

but you totally know

Still, he doesn't care, because you like him too

I mean, c'mon, he's a total catch, right?

He's literally Invincible, and he's also invincible, what's not to love?

He follows you around like a lost puppy, chatting you up about everything and anything.

"Did you in the 2018 adaptation of Sceance Dog-" Oh my god shut upppppp he's such a dork

but he's nice, and is always down to spot your weights

so you're content to be his friend, and this works for a while

Until Mark asks you to come over for dinner

which is fine! You love having dinner with Debbie and Oliver

but you get there and Debbie is putting Oliver in the car, apparently they're going to get dinner elsewhere? She leaves with a wink and a smile

you go inside to see Mark setting up a candlelit dinner

"Oh! You weren't supposed to be here yet-!" He cries, smacking his forehead

"What... is all this?"

"I was going to ask you out, but... I mean... do you want to go out with me?"

You turn him down as politely as you can, and quickly leave the house

Training at the gym is awkward after that

Mark can take a hint, he's not a jerk or a creep or anything

but the moment can't be undone

Rex

MUCH less subtle than the other two

been flirting with you since day one

and you thought he was JOKING

I mean no way he's sincerely that much of a dick (oh but he was.)

so you'd jokingly flirt back

and Rex was like, hell yeah, pretty little thing wants me back

lets go boys.

but it developes, and he REALLY likes you

like he wants to take you on a date

So with some encouragement from Mark, Rex dusts off a suit from the thrift store, nabs a bouquet of roses from someones garden, and is outside your dorm door

"Oh, hey Rexxx....." You trail off, taking in the scene before you

"Y/n! Hey! Uhm... look... I know it, you know it, let's stop dancing around it and go out already!" he presents you the bouquet, thorny and still wet and half-eaten by caterpillars

You don't even have the words

"I'm sorry.... What gave you the impression...? What?" you're so confused, and trying so hard not to hurt his feelings

but Rex is easily triggered, and his face burns red with embarrassment

He yanks the flowers back and laughs a fake laugh "HA hahahhhh.... You- You thought I was being serious!! Bwaahhaha!!!!" He laughs, holding his stomach cheesily, before straight up running away on foot

He doesn't talk to you for three weeks

and after that it's only short responses and quippy, albeit cutting remarks.

"Heyyyy Rex...." You approached cautiously "A bunch of us are gonna watch a movie, do you want to join?"

"I would, but then you'd get confused and think I was trying to make it a date!" He snapped back, running on the treadmill even faster

It would take some time, and a number of rebounds, but eventually he gets over you and things return to some semblance of normal

[plutonicbees]

cassie sandsmark star jorts from issue #23 of yj98 you have always been famous to me

(before pic + additional photos and unnecessary ramblings under the cut)

I made these jorts in 22 hours over the course of 3 days! pure willpower via my love for cassie sandsmark because I am a total novice in sewing and i am still not very good at it. (i really just combined various tutorials and improvised on measurements and then regretted improvising measurements later on).

I thrifted these jeans last year for cassie vibes (even though I had already made her star-spangled red bellbottoms at that point) and wasn't a fan of how they fit + I couldn't figure out how to style them. I enjoyed sewing in the panels to flare them out and then everything else (cargo pockets and sewing in stars) was hell <3

the pockets are not placed well (nor are they particularly well-made), the hem is uneven, the stars are quite janky (and I think I stitched on too many), I probably stabbed my fingers a million times, and I am so in love with them

[devinwolfi]

TOHEEB JIMOH as SAM OBISANYA Ted Lasso | s02e04 "Carol of the Bells"

my final entry for @bag-bang! cutting it way too close but i would never forgive myself if i didn't get this one in

i made jollof rice! with chicken. both because it was easier to source than goat and as a nod to this scene. below the cut i share the link to the excellent recipe i worked off of, some musings about the process, and also this scene. (748w)

to start, here is the recipe i followed. it wasn’t exact by any means, but it was pretty close. if you read @theurbanspaceboi’s post, you’ve already seen this link. it’s great for anyone looking to introduce Nigerian cuisine into their meal rotation. seriously, check it out.

i, for truly no good reason, other than finding the sound of the blender too annoying at that point in time, elected to hand-mash my chopped plum tomatoes (2 tomatoes, total ~200g) in the absolute beast of a mortar and pestle i thrifted earlier this year. i don’t recommend it unless you really like to use your mortar and pestle or wasting a significant chunk of your day. which I do, so.

unlike Flo, i did not de-seed my tomatoes, i’ve never found any noticeable seeds in the finished product any time i’ve made this dish since regardless of hand-mashed or blended, so i think it might be fine. a blender is obviously perfectly fine and encouraged for those of you who are normal.

i fudged the directions a bit and added my mashed tomatoes, minced yellow onion (1/10 – ¼ y’know use your heart. it’s onion it’s good for you), and the thickest tomato paste (25g) i have ever used all at the same time. once the water had cooked off to my liking i added my oil. i didn’t measure it at the time but i poured off maybe a cup and a half to two cups (1.5-2c). i just added oil until it felt right. as for cook time, i didn’t measure that either the first time. the second time it had taken about 45min to an hour. basically, until most the acidic taste of the tomatoes was gone and tasted more like a nice tomato sauce, it mellows even further when cooked with the rice.

for parboiling white rice, you use about twice the amount of water you would normally use (4:1 instead of 2:1 water:rice) and less than half the time (5-7min). you’ll know the rice is done when the grains are still solid in the center, but break without snapping. flo has some videos about this linked on her page that are worth checking out if you’re completely at odds with whatever the hell i’m talking about. keep in mind, parboiled rice occupies about the same volume as fully cooked rice (2:1 cooked:uncooked). don’t ask me how much rice. i don’t know. every time I’ve done this i’ve never been able to guess right and always have so much leftover parboiled rice. so, some amount of rice, certainly.

anyway, combined all the things together in the pot, with a seasoning cube and water since i seasoned and baked my chicken thighs and thus had no stock. i accidentally used the full amount of curry powder (2tsp), but since my powder had no spice, i survived with my taste buds intact and have been using excess curry powder each time i’ve made it since. delicious.

when the rice was dry and done to my liking, i plated with my baked chicken thighs over top. an absolutely life altering culinary experience. delectable. comforting, hearty, rich, other adjective for a good fucking meal.

with the leftovers, i ended up cooking up some frozen stir fry vegetables i had sitting debatably frostbitten in my freezer in some chicken stock and tomato paste (to give it a similar flavor profile to the jollof) and combined. but of course you can use even an ounce of foresight unlike myself and cook your vegetables and/or alternative proteins alongside.

in the future i am especially excited to slice and velvet my chicken using the leftover oil from the tomato stew. velveting being the method used to prep that exceptionally tender chicken found in Chinese stir fries. I’ve also been toying with the idea of incorporating alternative proteins like lentils, tofu, and beans. many possibilities! all of which i expect to be fucking delicious.

now. onto this scene. it grates on me, to say the least. because i think Higgins is, at best, being a stick in the mud. at worst, well. that being said, it is entirely consistent with his character, his borderline appropriative approach to slang, humor, and “hipness.” i find it curious, when people are put off by proteins uncommon in the western world, like goat, raw fish, tofu, etc. y’know? or maybe I’m looking for something that isn’t there. i doubt it, but still. either way, i know that jollof fucking rocked.

[toxycodone]

WHAT ARE YOUR DAISUKE HCS ??? GENERAL AND DATING ??? 🥺🥺🙏🙏

ship. daisuke jaurez (mouthwashing) x reader

content. general + sfw + fluff

an. ummm like and reblog and leave comments or I’ll shave Daisuke bald. also no weird babying Daisuke 💪🏽

General

This is pretty much confirmed he’s Asian + Latino but he’s definitely Japanese/Mexican to me. He’s so SoCal coded it’s absolutely ridiculous. I’m thinking like…he lived close to the border or is from San Francisco or LA and has a lot of family in SoCal.

As far as MBTI goes I’m saying he’s an ESFP/ENFP and as far as Zodiac goes I’m saying Gemini or Cancer.

In his formative years he had a “dank memes” phase. Like, middle/high school Daisuke was a total dork. He was a kid lucky enough to be diagnosed w adhd when he was younger so he was on meds and did EXCEPTIONAL in school. Lived off the praise of teachers. He was especially good at science and math. (Which is why his parents encouraged him to get a mechanic internship).

^adding to this he has adhd + depression (the depression is more of a byproduct of the ADHD tho) and he takes meds!! he probably takes stimmies so he’s personally really concerned about his heart health.

HE HAD AN UGLY DUCKLY PHASE. Glasses + braces king. And he was awkward asf. But he slowly grew into himself and his style. He still has insecurities though and doesn’t think he’s that attractive bc of it.

I don’t think he made it past community college or gen Ed courses though. (He has HELLA test anxiety and despite being smart he sucks hard at ACT/SAT). In college he felt really isolated and it was hard for him to get out there so. He kinda shut down.

To me he’s around 23-25 years old. Old enough to where the pressure to “do something with his life” and figure shit out is hitting hard. But also like, still at an age where you’re first figuring shit out. He’s really insecure about this. Not because he’s stupid or anything he just has NO idea what to do w his life and can’t figure it out.

He had/has a part-time gig at a local art store he absolutely adores. He’s an artist and participated in a lot of local competitions/collabs/etc. he’s made a lot of connections here and wants to be a full time artist BUT this is where his parents draw the line. He’s fought w his parents a few times about this but it ultimately boiled down to “we’re just concerned it won’t pay/etc.”

He begrudgingly accepts this bc he knows it’s bc his parents care so much about him and want him to be successful bc they think he’s a smart guy.

Loves, loves, loves traditions and holidays. He dresses up and decorates for them all. Gets way too excited about seasonal drinks and food specials too LOL.

This is kinda random but. Vaquero Daisuke. Idk what to do with this HC but I think he loves Western style and tried to do horse riding as a kid but his mom enrolled him in DRESSAGE as a kid and he was like THIS IS SO CRINGE.

still enjoys the rodeo though. If he could get back on a horse again he’d do barrel racing.

Grew up having to take his shoes off before going in the House so on the Tulpar he always leaves his shoes neatly by his door to feel some sort of normalcy 💔 (at home he usually kicks them off into a corner and it always annoys his mom)

He has a good relationship with his parents. They really, really try to understand their son and are really patient with him but they don’t want him to end up complacent (he probably has a cousin or two who are too spoiled and his parents HATE that.)

Specially close to his mom though. She spoils him bc that is her BABY and he’s such a sweetheart despite it all it’s hard for her not to (his dad is kinda similar too but is like. Trying to hold back.)

Thrifting god. (Canon from the devs btw.) It doesn’t matter that he has the money for new clothes, he has a passion for scoring unique finds. He’s also a frequent enjoyer of vintage markets and pop up shops. I also personally think he loves farmers markets.

Probably a furry (doesn’t suit up though) and definitely enjoys raves (ask him about his Kandi collection)

Also buys concert tickets for local venues in bulk (like he catches them on sale and like. For a month he’s going to a new venue every weekend for a show). He’s so proud of being into niche musicians.

an avid member of fashiontok. I really think he loves this and reads theories and shit. He has a pretty good following on his fashion/life account. But he really cares the most about his meme account (brainrot enjoyer)

He gets tattoos/piercings instead of therapy (has a belly button ring he adores btw and very much cares about his ear setup. He is still planning it meticulously)

There is 100% a cringy tattoo somewhere dumb he got either drunk or on a bet. Ima headcanoning he has a tattoo of a bee on his knee (genuinely thinks this is a fire tat btw)

Y2K BADDIE. His style inspo is so “male lead and or comic relief in a 2000s romcom”. He’s so nostalgic for the 90s too (he gives me gen Z who clings so hard to being a 90s kid but was like. Born in 1999/1998 LOL)

Brown eyeliner enjoyer. He looks gorgeous.

Has a pinup poster of some girl in his room but it’s mainly just for the aesthetic (again. trying to be like dudes from the 90s/00s movies/TV shows).

Romantic

Okay. This may be against the grain idk but I don’t think he falls first. He just really really wants to be your friend and then it hits him that he has a crush and is like. Oh.

I think he’s a total dork. He’s not 100% inexperienced or whatever and he’s an attractive guy!! But like. His rizz is 0. He’s not the type to like smirk and be sexy he’s just a dork and tells jokes and is a total sweetheart.

Crushing Daisuke is like. Insane. He actually is kinda okay at hiding it but he SO easily gets embarrassed while trying to showcase how cool and confident he is. Like. He won’t try insanely hard before he’s breaking down in laughter BUT. YEAH.

He finds himself trying to learn guitar to impress you or get a new piercing or tattoo bc maybe you’ll think it’s cool then he’s like “oh I’m cooked.” (Verbatim)

Calls you dude/bro/etc regardless of your gender or relationship status. You will be married and he’s like “hey dude”. 💀

He also likes calling you bae/babe (EWWWW *twirls my hair*) and POOKIE LMFAOOOO. calls you baefy too esp if it annoys you.

It’s his earnest attitude that is the hottest thing about him though. His attraction to you is so genuine. When he says he loves you, he means it. ITS SO…YEAH. There’s no doubt about it and the LOOK IN HIS EYES…MY GOOOOOD HES IN LOOOOVE. You are the best thing to him.

It’s really important to him you have a close relationship with his parents. Like, don’t worry it’s not difficult. They may be a little ehhhh at first (I don’t think Daisuke’s judgement is 100% great w romantic partners) but once they see you two interacting it CLICKS. You become a part of the family. You’re always invited to bday parties and dinners and cookouts and everything (his mom is so cool and you guys mix drinks together and his dad has a green egg or blacktop he’s so proud of and teaches you how to use it)

Sends you tiktoks as a means of affection. Like. Your notifs are clogged and it’s because he just has so much to show you (THERES SO MANY ROMANCE ONES MAN then it’ll be like the most brainrot shit you’ve ever seen)

PHYSICAL AFFECTION IS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE OH MY GOD.

Literallt he’s to kiss you every time he sees you or he’s gonna go crazy. He’ll pepper your face in kisses. He can’t resist you’re just SOOOO cute he loves you.

He holds you like a teddy bear when you guys cuddle. If you have your head on his chest you can hear his heart just SLAMMING against his chest and he tries so hard to play it cool but he’s just too full of love.

But he also loves resting on your chest or thighs. Bro falls asleep on you a LOT.

He plays with your hands and fingers. I like to think he does this when you speak to him and then he starts wondering what your index finger would look like with a pretty engagement ring and fantasizes about proposing and a wedding and then you say something and he snaps back into reality.

Passes the orange test or whatever the fuck that is his parents always cut fruit for him so he does the same to you. Will just cut up and apple and be like “hey do you want some?”

I think what he appreciates the most in return from you is verbal praise/reaffirmation. He trusts you so much to be honest with him and values your opinions a lot SO. When you tell him you like him and that he’s handsome and stuff he can let out a sigh of relief bc he actually believes you. You help build up his self confidence. ❤️

@mochiiniko (tagging bc I answered ur ask!)

[eddieisashifter]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐆? . . . MY PERCY JACKSON REALITY

a brief tour of the bag I carry around with me in my percy jackson reality! like all my bags, she's old as hell and gone through it too (literally, mind you, i tend to frequent the underworld). I'm one of the people who has everything in their mary poppins bag, so if any campers need something, they know who to ask. (as always inspired by this post by @chaaistained and this one by @hrrtshape!!)

I got my messenger bag for a steal at a local thrift shop in montpelier and modified it with hand painted patches, pins from local pop-culture shops, and keychains.

THE DECOR

— patches that include an my chemical romance front and center, a dazey and the scouts one, and one that says "compost in training", two autism awareness patches (one that says "people not puzzles" and "flappy hands are happy hands". all these were handmade by me. the "easily distracted by shiny objects was bought from a comic shop as was the "memento mori"

— pins including "not flat, we checked" from a trip to the nasa space center, "being polite is totally punk rock", "bored teenager", and "let's talk about music" all from a small business fair

— a plushie dreadfuls autism bunny keychain from my mom, a grim reaper keychain from connor stoll, a "cringe but free" keychain from a small business fair, and an mcr keychain from my friend raven

— finally, a butterfly hairpin that was given to my sister by thanatos before I lost her. I keep it on my bag in their memory.

THE FRONT POCKETS . . . each of which has their own theme for the objects inside.

LEFT POCKET — WITCHY SHIT

— a portable altar in a mint tint for on the go spellwork

— jars of bones and teeth some human, some not. collected over the years

— animal bones I've found in the forest around my house and in the woods around camp. there's nothing more sacred than the effects of death on the world.

— a lighter for candles and bonfires

RIGHT POCKET — FOR MY CAMPERS

— sunblock because this is a summer camp after all and some of these kids don't know how to not get burned, I swear

— mints and gum in a ouija tin because I always get asked for both

— (not pictured) first aid supplies such as bandages, gauze, alcohol wipes and neosporin for wounds that don't require ambrosia or nectar to heal (i teach sparring, this is a necessity)

LEFT SIDE POCKET — PHONE SOLT

— self explainatory, really. if I don't want to keep it in my pockets while sparring or playing capture the flag, it goes in here. unfortunately, this makes it very easy for the stolls to grab and take stupid pictures of themselves on

RIGHT SIDE POCKET — DEFENSE

— a flip out butterfly knife that my mom gave me for my birthday several years ago. not celestial bronze, but I use it more for cutting things that aren't monster flesh anyway. I have my scythe for that.

— a lighter from my father that emits greek fire. very usual, so long as I don't get it mixed up with my regular lighter.

MAIN POCKET . . . where all the important shit goes. also a bit of a complete mess

— my black iPad that i use to communicate with my father in the underworld. he has a matching one he uses to categorize souls and also call me

— my sketchbook. very very important. it's a bit more of an art journal than anything. a mix of proper sketches, journal entries, lists, and actual trash I've saved because I'm a sentimental hoarder who likes to junk journal

— a vampire fang reusable tote bag for trips to the camp thrift, stoll's store of outside junk, the athena kids' greek bookstore, or the muses' record shop

— a digital camera for peak aesthetic photos of my summers at camp and of my friendgroup's shenanigans

— my tarot deck for my daily advice and also to swap reading with the hecate kids, including my friend lou ellen blackstone

— my wallet, because of course that's of vital importance

— a vintage flask I thrifted that's full of nectar, just in case

— my frankenstein's monster pencil case that's literally bulging from being overfilled and falls apart whenever I try and open it. will I take anything out? no, absolutely not

speaking of . . . THE PENCIL CASE

all of my favorite art supplies that I can easily carry with me . . .

— micron fineliners. literally the best pens ever — my tombow fudenosuke brush pens. also the best, especially for ink drawings — pentel brush pen my other favorite brush pen — white posca paint pen for correcting mistakes and adding highlights — mechanical pencils because they're the only pencils I will sketch with (also led because duh) — those multicolor pens that everyone had as kids. I adore them and they're super useful as I don't have to carry around like 10 different pens for color — bone pens . . . from lou ellen. they're pretty sick ngl — a kneaded eraser from lightening graphite — paint brushes and my winsor & newton watercolors with are just *chefs kiss*

inside the top pocket . . .

— my mcr earbuds inside their case, this way they don't get lost in my pockets (nor stolen by clarisse!!!)

—skull bandaids that got shoved in here from my first aid pocket

—hairties because someone always needs them and they will get lost in my pockets as well

—dice for impromptu vibe checks

— literally the best eraser known to man

— and random trash and notes including: psycho killer by talking heads lyrics from raven, "sorry for being a bad influence" from clarisse (given to me with a shit-eating grin on her face), minmalism is dead from some magazine which I cut out ages ago to use and never did, and a receipt from the camp coffee shop from when annabeth and I got lunch (NOT lovebirds, 'phia! don't embarrass me like that istg)

WALLET . . . where all the important shit is kept

— drachmas for interacting with the mythical word

— cash for interacting with the mundane

— a receipt from the muses' vintage record shop at camp

— a "one more chapter" and "go to bed" coin that annabeth gave me. honestly, she needs it more than I do

— photos of my friends from my digital camera!

— a picture of me and my mom from when I was a wee baby — a picture of me and my camp friendgroup (clarisse, annabeth, lou ellen, raven, dorian and I) making a star with our fingers during a camp bonfire — me and (cr bestie) with our son. he is a build-a-bear frog. his name is harold. — a picture of me, annie, and percy when we first start to become friends — another group picture of my camp friendgroup. this one has me, grover, lee, annie, and clarisse in it. — a picture of me and raven posing with the three cheers for sweet revenge cover — the last photo I have with my sister before she died

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 . . . EIRINIKÓS which means "peace bringer" in greek is my scythe. it was given to me by my father, thanatos, and is made of stygian iron. it's discreet form is a ring, in which you rotate a full 360 degrees to activate scythe mode. kept on my person at all times. if not on my finger, than in the pocket of my bag with the greek fire lighter

divider cred: saradika-graphics

. (🎪 back to the circus itinerary. . .)

[avaylee]

When you go to the thrift store for secondhand electronics and accidentally wander the craft aisle....

48oz of roving from a vendor named as "Lavender Sheep". Some braids are 100% Shetland, the others are Merino, Yak, Silk.

I feel like I just saved kittens or something.

Of course this means I will now be at that store weekly hoping to find out of this is literally the best thrift store ever, or a total fluke.

Also, I didn't even buy it all so I still have some self control, apparently.

[l1v1ngd3dgrrl]

Tulpar crew: Least to most likely to have an Alternative (Goth) Partner. [HC's]

AN: No one asked for this, this is purely my thoughts alone. (And yes when i said all I mean ALL...Minus Polle duh.) Please behave yourselves I'm BEGGING you

CW(S): Slight UNINTENTIONAL fetishization of Goth women (it's brief and no it's not Jimmy's doing. It's a reference to a meme, it'll make sense when you read it.)

MDNI banner: cafekitsune

Curly [Least]

I can hear your gasps behind the screen (I'm sorry!)

He doesn't mean it maliciously! I feel like he wouldn't like..Actively seek out a goth BUT he would date (and or marry) one if the chance presents itself.

doesn't really get the fashion aspect, but does like some bands (I can see him liking some of The Cure)

Swansea

Have zero clue when this man was born, or when Mouthwashing takes place. All I know is he's old (not like super old but old y'know)

..I don't think he's ever met a goth? Maybe like once and they were someone younger than him.

Finds the more 'traditional' goth looks annoying in a sense. Whaddya mean you did all that for some fashion?

Another person I can see liking very few goth bands..maybe a song or two. He can't tell you the name of the songs or what bands it is, but if you put on a song that he likes he'll kind of bop his head to it.

Daisuke

Honestly It's hard to pin point his type, based on in game dialogue he likes hot women (who doesn't) and since ones definition of hot varies who knows what he's into.

now me personally... I see him as a straight man BUT for the sake of this list he plays for all teams m'kay?

Similar to Curly I don't think he actively seeks out Goths, but if you two get along and you happen to be goth then yeah.

Would be the type to post "Need me a big tiddy goth gf" as a JOKE, he's joking i swear guys pLEASE. (you cannot tell me that he wouldn't have some stupid shitpost account on instagram or something.)

If it upset you he's taking it down and apologizing over and over and over.

If you think it's funny it becomes a joke between you two.

He canonically likes thrifting so he'd be down to help you find new pieces for your wardrobe (we love a supportive man)

Jimmy

Hear me out-

He does kind of view you as like an accessory, or like a trophy. if you don't dress 'goth' all the time he will view you as fake and not 'goth enough.'

HOWEVER, I do see him having some base knowledge about Alternative subcultures. (I saw a headcannon from curly-my-beloved and that's what made me think about putting him here)

During his high school years he probably considered himself Punk or something. Maybe had one Goth gf that dumped him in a really really messy breakup.

Unironically He would be the fucker to see someone wearing a band shirt and go "name 3 songs" or give you a pop quiz about the band, and call you a poser or fake fan.

I can see him liking some Type o negative, but he strikes me as a metal guy. Metallica/ Rob Zombie maybe? (Every man I've had the misfortune of crossing paths with who was obsessed with either have been the most insufferable dickheads to walk this earth. don't get me started ughh.)

Anya

Firm believer that Anya is one of those goths who doesn't dress goth at all, but her entire playlist says otherwise.

Once in a blue moon she'll get all gothed up but with how busy she is with work and med school she doesn't have time for it.

I can totally see her being the most likely to have a goth partner.

You two share music recommendations often, and sometimes you get into squabbles about what band is considered goth or not. (with love of course)

she KNOWSS her subculture history. Ask her any question about the subculture and she's gonna give you a whole presentation on it.

[happy112288]

Jschlatt x Reader- Japan Vlog <3

summary: you are a streamer, and you're filming a vlog for your japan trip with schlatt!

warnings: kissing, and prob bad writing lol

word count: 1.2k

a/n: hi! this is my first time ever writing anything schlatt related so plz go easy. I wanted to write more on this or even turn it into a smut, or like other japan vlog ideas so lmk if anyone likes it. 🙏🙏🙏🙏

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The end of May brought a temperature that was not quite blazing hot, but not cold either. It's summer time in Japan. The perfect weather to spend a day outside, breathing the mostly fresh air of Tokyo. At least it's not LA. You were visiting Japan for the second time with your dear friend Schlatt. Well, dear friend might not be the right word. You and Schlatt had met in college. He was studying computer science, and you were studying forensic science, so your paths happened to cross in the endless (miserable) calculus class you had taken. Around the time he dropped out, you took an extended break from school as well. Also deciding to start your own channel. Unlike Schlatt, your channel was more of a mix, from thrifting videos, baking videos, and of course gaming. You even spent time on SMP Live together. Now, in 2024 you stick to vlogging and gaming. It was great, having a friend to stick by you through the past years of your life. The issue was, you had a massive crush on him. Who wouldn’t?! When you first met, he was a total classic nerd, but so hot. Then the chops came, and honestly…your crush got worse. Anyways, everyone but Schlatt seemed to be aware of this predicament. Even Tucker knows you totally like him. So of course the only logical solution is going to Japan…with Schlatt…for two weeks. Just the two of you. What the fuck. You snap out of your thoughts at the announcement of the train arriving soon. You pull out your camera and begin the vlog. Snapping open the side of the camcorder, you raise the camera to your face and say with a smile, "Hey Pussycat’s! Welcome to today's Japan Vlog!" You can see Schlatt roll his eyes in the small window of the camcorder. "Today we will be going down to…Takeshita Street in Harajuku!” you pause for dramatic effect. You can see Schlatt laugh in the viewer. You laugh at his lack of enthusiasm. "You really are only coming for Lemon-sha, aren't you?" You ask him. "Well, duh," he responds with a smile. You stop recording and shut the camera tucking it safely back into your bag. "Sadly, there's a lot of fun shopping to do before the camera store," You tell him with a smile, looking up into his eyes. He glares for a moment with a sad frown, it's hard to take him seriously when his chops curve into a frown as well. "Oh, please, you'll survive," You say as the train arrives. You both boarded and thankfully found seats. As the buildings blur, the stop for kita-sando station gets closer. You look at yourself in the reflection, double checking your outfit. You had gone with a gothic lolita vibe today. A black dress with ruffles and small bows, a pair of matching knee highs and gloves, all topped off with a cute skull and crossbones bow. Of course you had your favorite (and most comfortable) platforms on for the day. You notice Schlatt stand for the stop and you rise up to stand too. Suddenly the train screeches to a halt, causing you to fall into Schlatt, who thankfully catches you. Your cheeks heat up for a moment, mumbling a thank you as the both of you leave the train. As you reach the light at the top of what feels like a million stairs, you swear you can see a light blush on Schlatt’s cheeks. You take capture a shot of the bustling station to use later. Glancing over to your left you see Schlatt looking on the map for the stores. Slowly you two find your way, the excitement grows with each step as you make your way over. Eventually reaching Takeshita Street. You smile with glee and pull back out the camera, snapping a short clip of the street. You turn to Schlatt, who is looking at you with a smile. For once, he looks out of place next to you. Around you is a sea of color and oddity. People all over are dressed in full classic Harajuku fashion, and for once, you seemingly fit in. Granted, you did spend at least an hour putting together the perfect outfit for this vlog. This could be one of your biggest videos yet. You beam up at Schlatt as he looked over the crowd.

"There's so much color", he said with a squint, "My eyes are burning". You roll my eyes at his comment. Then, gently grabbing his hand, You drag him off to the first store.

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Finally after (according to Schlatt) 10 hours of shopping (it was more like four), you two finally make it to the final store. At this point you have about five bags of clothes in all different styles, the ideas running through your head for try on hauls and styling videos. Walking into the store, you immediately go to the dress section with one goal in mind. To tease. Let’s face it, you had been friends with Schlatt for over seven years. It was time to make a move. Now or never. You were set to find the sexiest dress for dinner tonight. You two have plans to try a high end korean bbq restaurant.

You are sifting through the collection as Schlatt relaxes in the chairs, scrolling through his phone. While he was bored, part of him was excited to see what dress you'd pick. Grabbing three options you went into the dressing room. The first one was not great, while it was your favorite color, the dress design didn't fit you well, and it was a bit tight. Trying on the next dress, it fits perfectly, but something is missing. Curious you walk out into the dressing room to show Schlatt.

"What do you think?" You ask Schlatt, twirling so he can see the whole dress. He pauses for a moment, eyes crawling drown your body to edge of your dress, which falls onto your upper thighs. He swallows and glances up at you quickly.

"It's nice" he says, shifting in his seat. You smile at this reaction, but it's not perfect.

Scrunching up your nose you say, "I don't love it." Ignoring the disappointment on his face you slip back into the dressing room. A devilish smile dances on your lips. Grabbing the third dress, you check the size. It was the same dress as before, but in a deep red. Schlatt's favorite color on you. Quickly exiting the dressing room, you pay and follow Schlatt outside.

Your next stop was at the camera store, as promised. Walking into the rows of electronic filled shelves, you see Schlatt’s eyes light up with excitement. You two quickly get separated as you look for a new phone case, Schlatt is off drooling over the different camera models. Eventually deciding on your new case, you walk over to Schlatt. You open your camera and take a quick shot of Schlatt. He looks cute. You finally are able to drag him away from the camera section, with much protest. You both pay and return to your hotel to get ready for dinner.

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The time is now. You have been preparing for this day for the past few weeks. You take a nice everything shower, then start getting ready. Drying and lightly curling your hair, putting on your makeup. Then finally the dress. You slip into the dress and it looks amazing. The dark red compliments your skin and brings out the color in your eyes. To simply put it, you’ve never looked hotter. You walk out of the bathroom. Schlatt is sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone as he waits. He’s wearing a nice black button down, slightly unbuttoned at the top. Christ even looking at him makes you feel warm. You softly clear your throat.

“Are you ready?” You ask with a smile. Schlatt looks up at you and his eyes go wide. His gaze is hungry and a bit dark. He takes a long moment to look you up and down, before standing. He walks over to you and gently moves a strand of hair out of your face.

He bites his lower lip before saying, “Y/N, I was going to wait until later to talk to you.” He takes your hand before meeting your gaze again. “I have been in love with you, for years now, toots.”

You blush at his words, disbelieving what you were hearing.

“I know I should’ve told you sooner, but I was afraid.” He looks at your lips, “I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”

“Then don’t” You whisper. His lips crash into yours. You melt into his touch. He tastes like Whiskey and some chocolate you two bought at the family mart earlier. He brings his hand up to your face gently holding it. You smile more into the kiss. Your hands slowly travel up to his hair, lacing your finger into it. You two part for a moment.

Out of breathe he says, “I’m guessing you like me too, toots.” “No shit big guy.” You respond with a smile.

[hbheavensent]

Octavia/Loona

Loona and Octavia were actually the first ones I drew for this little project. I didn't think it'd go beyond them actually, which shows in how I posed Octavia because it totally ruined my height lineup. But! Regardless I wanted these two to be foils for one another and arguably I changed the least about their stories and more of their character progression.

I FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO THE KEEP READING THING 🎉

Anyway, it was important to me that while Octavia comes from a place of wealth, that she doesn't understand that fully yet. Loona dresses goth and thrifts her clothes, Octavia purely enjoys the aesthetic and acting like she has nothing while being surrounded by servants. I also wanted her to look a bit more like her mom, so I moved her pallet to be a more true purple with the slightest blue lean. Honestly I would take a second pass at her outfit but SHE thinks she looks cool so that's what matters. Octavia is also written to be younger, 16 turning 17 rather than 17 turning 18. This puts her in a younger mental state than Loona, who I changed to start at 17 turning 18. Octavia is meant to be a mirror, where Loona's fears are rectified her own are confirmed by both parents. In that sense Heaven Sent Octavia is very much like Cannon Octavia, but I want it to be clear that she's fully given up on both parents and all family. I may or may not change this with my Andrealphus but we'll jump off that bridge when we come to it. Loona I've changed to be named after a hairpin she came into the pound with, rather than her name being that and her buying a bunch of moon-themed stuff. This hairpin is also the only hint early on that something is up with her heritage. I wanted to explore how the Ars Goetia and the class system in Hell can really damage lesser demons. So I decided to make her a Goetian bastard or at least have some blood in her, which is why she'd have more magic in comparison to other Hellhounds but a more lithe stature/be a runt in the litter. In relation to Octavia, Loona is certain for the first half of the series that after her birthday, Blitzo will be done with her. I imagine there's an episode revolving around this and this is how she learns that she really does have a place here with her new family. This leads to her softening up a touch more, of course not losing her aggressive nature because I think that's what makes her fun, but she's not as defensive. Meanwhile we watch Octavia go in the direct opposite direction with her character. Loona would be, I think, a great way to pull Octavia back. Also with Loona, I plan on doing some Ars Goetia bullfuckery with Striker as well, which I will get to in his own post but.. I think she serves as a good mirror for him as well. And as a side note, Loona can have a slight crush on Vortex but that should NOT be by she dislikes Beelzebub. Bee run the pounds, the reason she was miserable until Blitzo picked her up, the reason so many people are in the pounds is due to Beelzebub getting people addicted to drugs and parties- To Loona, I want her annoyance with Vortex to come from a place of "this is the person who is making our lives as Hellhounds worse" rather than "I like this boy!!" Though I still want Bee to be a nice sort of "mean girl" type, friendly to your face to lure you in and wildly unhealthy attachment style. Though I have a LOT to say about the sins and how they can't outright avoid their nature, which will get it's own post. :P

[chososcamgirl]

SHIRTS! - megumi usually goes for a casual button when playing on stage but ideally shows up in practice/when he’s not playing with an old oversized dad tee. when he gets really excited about playing he’ll be a bit scandalous and wear a wife beater to show off his arms and trust this man is RIPPED like im talking muscle nation.

BOTTOMS! - we all know megumi isn’t! what who said that yall… megumi strictly only wears denim for some reason (totally doesn’t have to do with the fact that toge pantsed him on stage one time when he was wearing basketball shorts (don’t ask me why he was wearing basketball shorts yall i don’t control this man!!)) but he usually leans towards vintage jeans and buys them in flea markets/thrift shop/depop. this man has a keen eye for the good shit. you do NOT want to see his ass in goodwill. i know a thrifty bitch hate to seem him coming…

OUTERWEAR! - this man treasures his jackets like it’s a newborn baby fresh from the vagina. he is a carhartt FEIN and has like 5 variations of the same jacket in his wardrobe. talk about overconsumption… he’s also a whore for a good leather jacket… motorcycle megumi au when… heh..

MUST HAVES! - you will not see megumi leave the house without his holy trinity. his beautiful baby electric guitar of course; also named as bessie (do u guys get it? no? ok.) a pen specifically MUJI (yes shamelessly promoting them muji sponser this post pls) for writing any beat/lyric/sound that comes to his pretty little head. and lastly his MF DOOM ring cause he wouldn’t be a real musician without some affiliating to doom let’s be real.

ACCESSORIES! - this man is a sucker for a good belt. not only bc he buys his jeans in 3 sizes from his normal size but because it makes the outfit together. if this man ever forgets to put a belt on just know he’s going to be in a pissy mood for the rest of the day. his go to besides belts is hats! specifically baseball ones. he doesn’t feel like styling his hair? no fear! his trusty acne studios cap is here! he also sometimes just shoves the cap on the inside of his pants as well just barely sticking out. yuji clocked him one time as to why he does it and his answer was simply ‘for the aesthetic’

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[quinnynation]

well, my boyfriend's in a band ~ boynextdoor smau

chapter four "you do not send tony stark to voicemail"-- [half written !!]

shopping with taesan went much smoother than shopping with leehan had. the black-haired man didn't speak much while you two made your way through the racks of clothes available at the thrift store, only occasionally speaking to offer help on sizing and textures.

"leehan prefers cotton"

"sungho's shirts have to be wider up top, the only con of having shoulders like him."

"woonhak isn't allowed to wear cropped shirts."

that one caught you off guard, "isn't allowed?" you pried, head tilting as you placed the shirt back onto the rack, a faint sound of metal hitting metal sounding off as taesan replied.

"yeah, we banned him from it." he shrugged, moving around the clothes you'd selected in his arms. "how come?" you questioned, making your way to the check-out. taesan thought for a moment before replying, "i'm not sure." his tone was honest, "overprotectiveness, i guess....we still see him as a baby."

you smiled fondly at that, "that's sweet, you all look out for him."

taesan wrinkled up his nose and rolled his eyes, "it's not sweet."

you decided not to embarrass him any further.

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"can we stop here?" taesan asked, stopping in his tracks in front of some store you didn't recognize. you looked up at the store's sign, it was a record shop.

you quickly took your phone from your pocket, checking the time. it was only 4 pm, you both had time to spare.

"sure, why not." you said, letting him lead you in.

that's when you saw the real taesan. the unmasked, unfiltered han dongmin in his element. taesan breezed straight past all the aisles that held music you were interested in and to the back, immediately digging into the boxes of vinyls.

"what're you looking for?" you asked, fingers carefully moving around a few vinyls in an adjacent box. "motley crue." he smiled, looking up at you with a genuine smile. you nodded, letting out an interested hum-- "80s man."

taesan nodded firmly, "the peak of rock."

you thought quietly before nodding, "i'll take your word for it."

that stopped taesan in his tracks. "...what?" he asked, tucking a vinyl under his armpit. you simply shrugged, "i don't listen to rock."

taesan's mouth formed an 'o' shape as his eyes practically bugged out of his head. "what?" he stammered around his words for a moment, "but- but the concept- the-"

you wrinkled up your nose as you laughed, "i like the style, but i'm a total poser." you admitted, walking towards the aisles you were interested in. taesan followed, curiosity not killing the cat for once.

"this," you picked up a vinyl, lana del rey's lust for life. "this is my shit." you enthused, shoving the album into his face. taesan leaned back, moving the vinyl away from his face-- "local."

you squinted at him, furrowing your brows together... "fake emo."

the two of you laughed loudly. the teasing didn't lighten up, yet neither of you took it seriously. it was nice, playful banter filling any aisle the two of you explored.

~~

"can i post these on my priv?" taesan asked, leaning over to show you his phone as the two of you waited for the staff's car. you examined the photos carefully before nodding, "i'll post some on mine too."

taesan nodded, allowing a few beats of silence to fill the space between you two before-- "add me onto it, please?"

you smiled, looking up/down at the man, "of course!"

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a/n : sorry this took so long i hated it for awhile but then i realized digital footprint is made up to scare me from posting bangers /hj

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