#well anyway look out for my makeover

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why did the person who made the ultimate save do this lmao

[etheries1015]

Hi, I hope you're well and I'm sorry to randomly pop in but I finished reading this and I just have to let my sad brain that's obsessed with Lilia go off.

You had Vil and Rook help give Mc a makeover right? What if they found out Mc got stood up. Me personally (I'm biased), I feel like they'd become subtly more protective. Not intrusive, not controlling, but they'd keep a more watchful eye on Mc because they don't want to see them get hurt again.

Okay, okay, but then my brain needs an extra layer added in with angst, so Lilia notices this change in behavior from the Pomefiore beans. At first he's glad Mc has people looking out for them, glad they have a support system. But Rook figures out it was Lilia who stood Mc up and tells Vil. The two start trying to find reasons why Mc shouldn't be around Lilia without telling them that's what they're trying to do directly, just "Oh Lilia’s in there, hey let's go hang out in the courtyard instead!" Subtle diversions.

Lilia starts becoming more aware of their behavior. He tries to convince himself that it isn't a big deal and things were awkward there anyway, maybe distance was the best for him and Mc. However, Silver starts noticing Lilia is more focused on Mc, and starts voicing that he misses their company. Silver has a general understanding of what happened that rainy day, as his father let a bit of it off his chest "Oh, Don't worry, there was just an unfortunate misunderstanding that needed to be cleared up!" Silver isn't taking any shit, he confronts his dad. When Lilia explains that he's too old for romance, much less romance with a human, Silver scolds him about how he never raised him to be that way. Why did Lilia believe so differently than he tended to in this singular instance? What did race have to do with the situation? "If Mc is undeserving of a chance with you, why did you take me in and give me a chance to be in your life?"

Kinda went on a tangent...if none of that made sense I apologize, I'm very sleep-deprived and angsty rn lmao. Anyway, take care of yourself and have a good day 😊

I absolutely love this take!!! I'll give you a little more detail below, however, you outlined it very well.

Part 2 of Lilia X reader Rejection

Time had passed agonizingly slow at ramshackle dorm. Not only had you contracted a cold during your outside endeavors of rain and heartbreak from Lilias rejection, you also couldn't bring yourself to face any other students in the state of misery you were in. This, of course, had not gone unnoticed by a few. Ace and Deuce were naturally worried for you, however Rook and Vil were also left out of the loop with what happened that day raising their worries and causing them to come to you about it.

Coming by ramshackle and seeing you in such a state of misery was truly heartbreaking for the two. You opened the door with puffy eyes and a running nose, hunched over with a blanket covering the majority of your body. Immediately Vil sprung into action, pulling the blanket off of you and preparing a bath while Rook had made soup and medicine for you. Whilst chastising you for your sudden disappearance and sickly state, you had finally broken down and had given them the rundown of all that night's events. You needed support, and luckily the two were more than happy to give it to you. After learning it had been Lilia who stood you up and then humiliate you in front of the gates of the school, by the time you had indeed returned to the school, you noticed the way Vil and Rook would try and steer you away from any places that Lilia could be. They couldn't hide this very well, I mean, you knew all of Lilias's classes and the places he often visited in the school. Who wouldn't be able to notice the way your close friends had tried to distract you from this?

They noticed how standoffish you now were, how your look off in the distance was so distracted, so empty. They were, however, not the only ones to see this change in you. Lilia would steal glances from you from across the room and the halls, and simply thinking to himself you would soon forget your silly feelings and move forward with your smile per usual. He was grateful for Vil and Rook being by your side and figured this would be for the best. Being away from Lilia for the time being while you sorted out your emotions was going to be much better for you, and perhaps you'd be able to find yourself around Lilia like you used to. The time when you stayed up late with him playing video games, how you called him at the most random of times to tell him of your day, the way you would always be surrounded by so much fun. He was excited to get back to that, to the day you forgot your romantic feelings for the fae, and he could enjoy your company once more.

however...those days did not come as he had hoped.

It can be hard to imagine Lilia regretting something he believed so strongly on initially, however, he can't stop the stinging of pain that plagued his heart after seeing you in such disarray. The way you sat in the rain alone the way the rain blended in with your tears and the way your eyes were red...from him. He caused that pain. The bitterness he had felt from your confrontation hadn't gone unnoticed, those around him had begun to realize there was a shift ever so slightly around him. The air had become thicker and his smiles seemed to be far more forced, much like this instance with his son.

"Father," Silver approached the fae, "I haven't seen (y/n) around per usual. Has something happened between the two of you?" He inquired. Silver had rather missed your company, your cooking and the kindness you had shown him. He found you almost like another parental figure, Silver was incredibly fond of you and since the moment you had confided in your feelings for Lilia he was cheering you on from the sidelines in your advances to his father. When you had vanished without as much as a letter, Silver had become anxious and decided it be best to follow up with Lilia. The red eyed fae couldn't bring himself to meet the gaze of his child , avoiding it by staring at the computer screen had had been playing games on with a forced smile painted upon his lips.

"Don't worry, Silver. (Y/n) and I had a simple misunderstanding, and they are simply processing their emotions right now. Sometimes distance is the best cure for such fallouts," he said. The room became silent for a moment that felt like an eternity, before Silver took in a deep sigh and confronted his thoughts to Lilia.

"You rejected them?" He said quietly, Lilias head perking up in slight alarm at the sudden question. The turned on his chair to face the taller human, gaze far more serious than before.

"I see you knew about the prefects growing affections for me?" Lilia asked, attempting to keep his tone at a calm and collected manor. Silver flinched at the look his father was giving him, yet cringing ever so slightly at the idea of confronting his guardian in such a way. He nodded gently and fiddled with his fingers nervously.

"...why?" Silver asked, his gaze seemingly afraid to look into his fathers eyes. He knew he had kept this from him and indeed felt a little bit guilty, however what was he to do? He was certain Lilia returned the feelings, why the sudden change of behavior?

"They're a human, and I'm an aging fae. It simply was not meant to be," Lilia tried to quickly wave off his explanation to his son in hopes the subject would be dropped, yet the words he had used stung silvers heart. With his eyebrows furrowing and the increasingly frustrated feeling bursting in his chest, Silver began to question the fae far more sternly than before.

"What do you mean?" He asked, "So what if (y/n) is a human? They obviously are very important to you. Weren't you the one to tell me that fae and humans should live together in peace despite those differences?" Silver sounded almost desperate, hoping for some sort of explanation from the contrarian that sat before him. Lilia let out a deep sigh, he could tell that his patience for this conversation was running thin.

"Silver. This is...different. Perhaps you don't fully understand seeing as you're human as well, but we live...a very long time. I am a very old age, and I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to properly handle a romantic relationship, much less with a human who has time to find someone who will grow with them instead of focusing their time on a...dying fae," Lilia hesitated the final words, quickly attempting to dismiss this with a wave of his hand as he turned away from his son, however the silver-haired boy scowled with astonishment at this with a hint of sadness in his shaking voice.

"Yet you took me in as your own, father," Silver pointed out. Before Lilia could respond to his, he continued.

"I thought you raised me to see our races as equals. You gave me the chance to grow as your son, yet you won't give (y/n) the chance to grow as your lover? They care about you very much, that is plain to see as day. I think...those feelings are far more important than the way you see age. You can't throw aside how they feel because they should find another "human" to share their lives with, we both know that is not what (y/n) wants. I'm very sad you are talking like this, Father. I'm disappointed in you, I thought you were wiser than that." Leaving Lilia stunned and wide-eyed, Silver walked out of the room. Lilia let out a shaky sigh as he shook his head and scoffed at the ridiculous situation, his head burying into his hands. A moment of silence rang before his eyes closed and head lay upon his desk, muttering beneath his breath;

"I miss them..."

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super graphic ultra modern girl | On Call

summary: frankie, bug and luc go to pride.

pairing: neighbour!frankie morales x f!reader.

an: just some (a lot of) headcanons for my fav bi idiots. third person pov.

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At this point, Bug is a well-seasoned Pride fiend.

She was going before she was out to her extended family, parading with friends, waving her little flag. She’d send pics to her dad, and he’d respond with a thumbs up selfie or a beer, cheersing to her and the gang.

She went to all the shows, did all the activities, ate all the food.

She’s a messy gal on a night out anyway, but she developed a bad reputation for running at the end of the night during Pride.

Frankie’s a little more lowkey by nature. He’s been to a couple of parades, one with Benny, but he’s more interested in the colourful, fruity little drinks he can sniff out at the park.

The morning of Pride, Bug wakes up extra early. She’s buzzing with excitement, busting through Frankie and Lucia’s front door with bagels and face paint and glitter.

Frankie just gawks at her, puffy eyed, from where he’s watching the coffee pot.

But he’s soooo quickly swept up with how excited and giggly Bug is.

He watches her do her makeup in his bathroom mirror, amazed. Her sparkly eye shadow, blush, fierce eyeliner. Cute little bi flags on her cheeks. She keeps catching his eye in the glass and laughing, patiently explaining things to him as he picks up palettes and brushes and other bits and bobs. 

He leaves her to get changed when Lucia wakes up, but she protests that she’s not even hungry, somehow infected with Bug’s enthusiasm in her sleep.

She’s wide eyed and slack-jawed when she bounces through the bathroom doorway. She gasps that Bug looks like a princess, which only makes her grin harder. 

Lucia wants her own makeup, and Bug plops her on the counter as Frankie watches helplessly, biting his lip against the smile that threatens to split his face in two.

He watches as she sweeps clean brushes over Luc’s skin, only swiping a little glitter over her cheekbones before asking if she wants little flags.

Luc claps her hands, giddy, head vibrating with a nod. So Bug paints little bi flags on her cheeks in kiddie-safe face paint as she babbles about what they’re gonna do later on.

When they’re finished, Luc stares at herself in the mirror, SO pleased with her little flags - ‘for Papi and Bug!’

And when Bug turns to him, clapping her hands and announcing that it’s his turn, Frankie can hardly say no. 

Luc is twirling around the room in her cute little dress, Frankie in his jeans and t-shirt and cap as he perches on the bathroom counter.

Bug whips his cap off, all ‘you gotta let those curls fly, baby!’ 

And he cannot stop giggling at her.

He’s familiar with the touch of brushes and paints and glitter from his and Lucia’s makeover evenings, but his heart is pounding as Bug smudges a little blush on his cheeks, baby pink glitter over his eyes, and flags matching hers and Lucia’s.

He keeps his arms folded to save his hands from reaching for her waist. But he can’t fight the way his lips purse when that little frown line appears as she does the flags. He’s not thinking about kissing it away. He’s not.

‘What are you pouting for, pretty boy?’

And Lucia agrees through excited shrieks that he is pretty, and Bug is pretty, and Lucia is pretty, and she wants breakfast.

Bug ties her bi flag cape around her neck when they join the parade, the streets alive with colour and music. She takes Frankie and Lucia’s hands, pulling them into the crowd, laughing and turning to Frankie with a smile so big it makes his heart melt.

Luc eventually wants her own little cape, so Bug darts off to find one. She comes back minutes later, successful, and Frankie ties it loosely around her neck. She feels like a superhero.

As the parade gets going, Frankie hoists Luc up onto his shoulders. Her little feet swing against his chest, little hands grabbing onto his ears, his curls, his forehead. 

‘Watch the facepaint, mija.’

Luc is delighted with her view. She’s constantly pointing out her favourite outfits, floats, and costumes. She gets little high fives from folks moving around her, and Frankie cannot keep the joy from his face.

Bug can’t stop looking at the two of them. A little family.

Bug introduces Frankie and Luc to a bunch of her friends. They’ve heard so much about them, and Frankie files away Bug’s little look of shyness for later.

They give Luc tonnes of rainbow stickers. She sticks them all over her outfit, beaming at the attention.

They all swap stories and laughter, conversation coming so easily to Frankie with Bug next to him. The warm pressure of her knee, the bright burst of her laugh. Luc takes a particular liking to Camille and Lucas, who show her how to make daisy chains. They have matching necklaces by the end of lunch.

And he feels so at home. So accepted and understood, and he understands why she loves it so much. Not just the fun, the party, but people who love and treasure you.

The trio disband to explore the kids area, full of more face painting, crafts and games. Lucia makes a pride-themed bracelet with Bug’s help, which she’s thrilled with. She makes a matching one for Frankie before he’s even finished his first, thick fingers struggling with the little beads. Bug feels her knees go a little weak at the way his tongue peeks out when he’s concentrating.

Frankie gives his bracelet to Bug. She slips it straight on, thumbing the beads with a small smile before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

Frankie blushes right to the tips of his ears.

Lucia drags them to the dance party, holding both their hands as they take it in turns twirling around. She’s laughing uncontrollably, hands in the air as Frankie sweeps her up in his arms, spinning her high before swooping her low.

Bug photographs everything. The bracelets, her friends, the parade. Frankie and Lucia dancing, selfies where their faces are all smooshed together, bright and so happy.

Frankie asks her to send them to him, and he quickly makes a selfie of the three of them all grinning his lockscreen.

A few months later, he changes it to his actual favourite - one where Bug and Luc’s grins are still the same, but this time he’s pressing a kiss to Bug’s forehead. If he looks carefully, he can still see the light of surprise in her eyes.

They indulge in every food truck they want to. They get huge cones of colourful ice-cream from one, Luc’s covered in sprinkles which eventually cover Bug when she sits in her lap to eat it.

Frankie thumbs a splodge of ice-cream from Bug’s nose, licking it from his skin on instinct. He freezes when he realises he’s done it, and she’s not thinking about it. She’s not.

Luc picks out a small rainbow plush toy from a merch stall, a keepsake to remember the day by. Bug gets one too, and they nickname them the Pride Pals.

Frankie naturally has to get one too, because he has to match with his girls.

They catch a few performances, Luc clapping along on Frankie’s shoulders when her legs get too tired.

Not too tired, as it turns out, to join a dance group that invites kids on stage to boogie with them.

Later in the afternoon, they find a quiet, shaded spot where Luc takes a nap all curled up in Frankie’s arms. Frankie and Bug chat away, little bean soothed by the rumbled of her dad’s voice.

When Luc wakes up, they find a spot to watch the sunset. Bug breaks out glowsticks from her bag, and they watch the fireworks together. Luc back on her spot on Frankie’s shoulders, Frankie with his arm wrapped around Bug, Bug’s arms wrapped around Frankie.

Luc holds both their hands on the way home, squealing as she’s swung between them. She provides them with a comprehensive rundown of everything that’s happened as if they weren’t there, chattering about her favourite things. She wants to go every year, and she especially wants to see Camille and Lucas again.

‘I’ll see what I can do, bean.’

Frankie’s managed to find a different babysitter for the night, but they still make sure to tuck Luc in and read her a story. They both leave their numbers with the sitter, just in case.

When they arrive at the club, sunwarmed and refreshed, Bug takes Frankie’s hand and pulls him through the crowds. It’s electric - bright lights flashing through his eyes, bass felt deep in his belly.

They find her friends again before hitting the dancefloor. It’s easy, people moving freely amongst the clutch of bodies. Easy, even when Bug leans in close to giggle in his ear about how he dances like such a dad.

He’s not thinking about her warm, sweet breath on his cheek. Not about her palm on his chest. He’s not.

And she’s not thinking about his mess of curls, his plump lips. His arms in that t-shirt, how he moves his hips. She’s not.

They might be oblivious, but Bug’s friends aren’t. There are cheeky flashes of raised eyebrows that they miss, knowing smiles.

When Camille and Bug go to the bathroom together, she’s shaking Bug’s shoulders.

‘Are you fucking blind, baby?!’

Bug laughs it off, because she is, indeed, fucking blind.

An outrageous amount of fruity cocktails are drunk, even more toasts made to the day they’ve had. A new cheers to every new friend that joins the group of dancers, and Frankie is grinning so much it hurts.

He can’t remember the last time he felt free like this. So himself. Not a dad, not a soldier. Just Frankie.

It makes his heart swell with gratitude when he looks at her. 

Bug is the life of the party, screaming along to Chappell Roan and MUNA.

At some point, someone discovers there’s a photo booth. 

Drunk and fizzing with energy, the whole lot of them pile in, howling with laughter at the mess of faces in the images.

At some point, it’s just the two of them left. A set up, orchestrated by Camille. They don’t know that. Don’t remember how close they got, the soft feel of each others mouths, the breathless laughter. So carefree in the pictures, the forgotten kisses frozen in time. 

Bug finds the pictures the next day, at the bottom of her bag. Her cheeks burning, giddy and nervous, she hides them away and tries to decide how best to bring it up.

She doesn’t. Frankie is so hungover the next day he can barely remember there even being a photo booth.

He also cannot remember sending the drunk texts to the babysitter. Barely comprehensible check ins, answered extremely graciously by the amused friend-of-a-friend. Frankie makes sure to tip her the next morning, voice hoarse from singing and apologising.

Tired now, they find themselves tucked into a back corner, laughing and talking, wrapped in each others arms.

Camille is hollering from the dancefloor because they’re kissing. THEY’RE KISSING.

She brings it up casually a few months later, AMAZED to discover Bug has no recollection of it at all.

Because, and I quote, ‘it felt like I should have been paying to watch it’.

They get fries and nuggets on the way home, walking hand in hand through the city lights before they figure out how to summon an Uber.

When Frankie wakes the next morning, there’s purple, blue and pink all over his pillow. And he has to gently explain to Luc why she has to talk quietly around him.

And when Bug knocks with iced coffee a little later, he’s never been so sure he’s in love with her.

happy pride! <3

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You grabbed the bowl of popcorn as you plopped down on the sofa and turned on the television, the interview with Roberto and Enzo would start soon. It was a way of participating in the lives of the friends you developed while the movie was being recorded. Maintaining the bond, he would watch all the interviews that mentioned the actors.

The presenter gave a brief introduction, making sure to explain that this was the second part of the interview and that they would only be talking about Enzo and Roberto's lives on and off the set.The interview went as smoothly as possible and guaranteed a good laugh.

"This was one of the questions I left to the end, because it was just speculation..." the interviewer made a mischievous face while raising her eyebrows. "There was a rumor about a certain make-up combination on set."

"I even know who sent it." He laughs and shakes his head. "But yes, there was an agreement between Enzo and me about each day being made up by one of our make-up artists."

"oh my god." Enzo laughs, hiding his face in his hands. "Don't tell me about it."Roberto ignored him and while laughing he continued.

"But let me defend my side, she was very funny, like, she taught me words of her language all the time. And doing those makeovers took a long time, so it was much cooler with her."

"That's it?" the presenter asks, sipping her water.

"Yes, just that." Enzo says smiling. "She was wonderful as a make-up artist and very kind. We couldn't eat on set, because of the whole issue of keeping our bodies in tune with the movie, so she made sure we didn't eat on set either, and always brought us water and blankets... She's a great person."

"Enzo hid parts of his side, but anyway, so we made a deal that every day one of us would be made up by her. But at the end of the day I gave my space to Enzo." Roberto shrugged and winked at his friend. "And I bet she doesn't know that until today."

"Well, now she does." Enzo laughed, pointing at the cameras."She should know more." Roberto threw the provocation into the air, but received a disbelieving look from Enzo.

"Should she?" the presenter said smiling, "that's a good opportunity to tell her."

"He's joking." Enzo says quickly.

You let out a laugh without understanding what language these two were speaking, and finally the interviewer says goodbye and ends the program. It's at this moment that you hear your cell phone beep with the screen showing Enzo's photo.

"Hello?" His voice on the other end of the line whispers.

"Hello, I've just seen your interview, you did very well." You get up from the sofa.

"ah, well, thank you." Enzo replies briefly. "You heard everything, didn't you."

"Enough to know that I should know something else..." she jokes

"oh, yes." She laughs nervously. "Hey, uh, like, do you want to go out with me?Her gaze flutters as she stares at the window.

"Sure, I'd love to."

"Really? Great!" he exhales with relief. "Tomorrow, lunch... I'll pick you up."

"Deal."

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At long last, we get to see: this moment.

Chapter 11 of Human Bill Being The Mystery Shack's Hella Depressed Prisoner, featuring: Mabel giving Bill a ✨beautiful makeover✨—and Stan and Ford almost dying from laughter. And thus begins Bill & Mabel's inevitable befriending. Previous chapters here!

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Every time Mabel had to use the stairs, she paused to look at Bill sitting in his window.

He never seemed to move.

A few days ago, it was creepy. Now, it was just kind of sad.

Last year, after Mabel and Dipper's parents had heard the whole story about their summer, they'd immediately packed the twins off to therapy—which Mabel didn't think was necessary, but whatever, if it made their parents feel better. (It had taken them some time to find a therapist who would engage with their barely-averted-apocalypse story at face value rather than search for the root of these "delusions.") At their current therapist's office, before each appointment, Dipper and Mabel had to fill out checklists that they gathered were to measure whether they'd come down with a case of depression—Please read the following statements and circle the word that shows how often they happen to you. Never, sometimes, often, always.

She'd filled out these things so many times that she could practically recite the list of statements by memory. Nothing feels very fun anymore. I have problems with my appetite. I have trouble sleeping. I have no energy for things. I feel like I don't want to move. Far be it from her to try to diagnose an evil demon monster space triangle who'd tried to murder everybody she knew, but. Well. You know. Sitting curled up in a window seat, day after night after day, barely moving, barely talking, barely eating... Yikes. She could only guess how he'd answer statements like I feel empty and sad or I feel worthless.

In Mabel's mind, there was a piece of paper. On that piece of paper were the faces of everyone currently living in the shack. Herself, Dipper, Waddles, Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Ford, Soos, Abuelita, and Melody as an honorary part-time resident. Next to each of their faces, there was a sticker, reflecting their current overall mood. Right now, everyone had either a happy face or a flat-mouthed neutral face—not bad, but could be better.

As she looked at Bill, she mentally promoted him at last from "entity haunting the attic" to "temporary resident." She added his face to her imaginary paper. And she slapped a big blue crying sticker next to it.

She wouldn't stand for that. Not even from him. Not under her roof.

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Today, Bill wasn't even in the window. He'd elected to curl up in a corner of the attic, hiding in the shadows with his stolen blanket. The window was probably too hot. Mabel typically used acrylic yarn, and she knew from experience how quickly Sweater Town could turn into Sweaty Town.

For the first time, Mabel sauntered, quite casually, across the invisible barrier separating the rest of the attic from Bill's nest. She offered her winningest smile and her cheerfullest, "Hey, Bill!"

The Thing Beneath The Blanket gave her a look that, she suspected, could probably be described as deeply suspicious. "Shooting Star."

"Yup! Haha! That's—that's me all right! You got me." Mabel laughed. (This was going great so far. This was very natural.) "So, anyway!" She grabbed one of the couch cushions Bill had been using as a bed, dragged it a little closer to the corner, and plopped down. "This is such a weird coincidence, but one time, I got gum stuck in my hair and had to shave it off! I mean, crazy, right?"

"Uh huh." Bill didn't sound impressed. "Second grade." (And Mabel was uncomfortably reminded of the first time she'd ever seen Bill. I know lots of things.) "Hey, since you brought it up, can I ask you something about that little incident?"

"Uh..." This was what you signed up for, Mabel. You volunteered for a conversation with Bill. You've gotta converse. "Sure, I guess."

He leaned forward, triangle face looming above her. "Did getting gum in your hair change your species? Did you still look like yourself when you shaved it off?" The face bobbed as he pantomiming looking her up and down. "You still look human to me! So what's your point."

Okay, so he'd immediately recognized she was trying to establish common ground, aaand he was throwing it in her face. Great start. "Jeez, don't be so mean! I'm trying to tell you I get it. Not... the species part, but the other part. I wanna help!"

Bill scoffed. "Sure you do."

"Really!"

"Why?"

"Because you're all sad and it's making me sad."

Bill, o wise and ancient being that he was, had heard of "empathy" in a conceptual sense. He was aware that it was a thing that happened to some people. He even knew that it was common among humans. But on some level he kinda sorta felt like it only really happened to mindreaders that didn't know how to establish proper psychic boundaries. He laughed in Mabel's face. "No, seriously! What are you getting out of this."

Mabel decided she had no interest in explaining compassion to an alien mass murderer. "Okay, I want Soos's blanket back. I gave it to him, not you."

"Fine. If you want his blanket back, make me one."

"What? No! Those are our Team Zodiac-That-Defeated-You blankets, you don't get one."

"Didn't you make one for everybody else on the wheel? I'm on the wheel, aren't I?" He pointed at his face. "Bam! There I am, right in the middle! Star of the show! If everyone else deserves a blanket, so do I."

"Why do you even want one? It's a symbol to kill you."

"It's got my face on it! It's not that deep." He crossed his legs and propped his chin in his hand, getting more comfortable. "So do I get to pick the colors? I'll take yellow if that's all you got, but if you get me metallic gold I think I can swing you a favor."

"I'm not making you a blanket," Mable said. "I was thinking maybe a wig?"

Bill shuddered. "Pass."

"Aw, come on! I bet I could find you a really cute wig. Summerween's coming up, I could go to the costume store—"

"Don't even think about it." Bill leaned away from Mabel, back into his corner. She was losing him. "Listen. Kid. Do you think I did this by accident?" He pointed vaguely toward his scalp. "Being stuck in a human body? Disgusting. Being a human and secreting fifteen miles of hair out of a hundred thousand of pores? Infinitely worse."

"Wait, wait, fifteen miles?" Mabel had never considered how long a full head of hair laid out end-to-end would be. "How much hair do I have?"

"Huh." Bill tilted his head consideringly. "How dense is your hair?"

"Super dense. I've broken multiple brushes."

"Could be up to fifty miles."

Mabel's eyes widened. "Whoa."

"And you've got fifty thousand miles of blood vessels," Bill added cheerfully. "Anyway, if you want this blanket back? You won't get it with a wig. All I want is to look..." he formed his fingers into a triangle, thumb to thumb and forefinger to forefinger, and held it over the face on the blanket, "... like this. Now, if you're offering to help me get my real body back—"

"Never in a million years."

"Didn't think so!" Bill retreated fully into his corner again, knees pulled back up under the blanket, like an eel hiding in a hole to await its next prey. "But hey, if you've got an offer that's a step up from the blanket, I'm willing to negotiate."

"Huh." Mabel frowned thoughtfully. Something triangly. Something triangly that was better than a blanket, without helping Bill return to full power.

She got to her feet. "Let's put a pin in this conversation and circle back to it later. I'll come back with some proposals for you to review."

Bill laughed. "Okay, business girl! Have your people call my people. You know where to find me."

Mabel leaped down the stairs three at a time, ideas already forming in her head.

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"Hey, Grunkle Ford!"

Ford was sitting at the former controls of the interdimensional portal, studying some radar readings; but he glanced up with a smile when Mabel ran out of the elevator. "Mabel. What brings you down here?"

She dragged an office chair up beside Ford, plopped down in it, and spun a couple of times. "I need to ask some questions about Bill!"

Ford's smile faltered. "Ah."

"Last summer, when we were burning all your art of him—"

(Ford winced in embarrassment.)

"—you said he could do some kind of magic with pictures of his face? What's all that about?" She stopped spinning. "Do they give him more power? Can he fire lasers out of them, or...?"

"No, nothing like that, thank goodness. Depictions of his face granted him a different kind of power: the power of knowledge. When he was trapped in the Nightmare Realm, he could tap into our world's collective mindscape and see through drawings of himself as if they were cameras. Ironically, plastering images of his face everywhere to symbolically represent an 'all-seeing eye' is what made him so all-seeing in the first place."

Mabel nodded thoughtfully. "Did you know you talk like one of those experts they hire to explain things in history documentaries?" she asked. "You should be on TV. You'd be good at it."

Ford gave her a confused smile. "Er—thank you."

"So, if Bill's already here, making new pictures of his face doesn't do anything?"

He supposed she was wondering about the zodiac blankets she'd spread around town. "Probably not. At a minimum, he'd have to be in the mindscape to be at the right 'angle' to see through the eyes. As he is now, trapped in a human form?" Ford let out a slow, thoughtful sigh. "It's hard to say for sure, without knowing how he got to be this way or what kinds of powers he's still hiding... but based on everything I've seen so far, I doubt they do anything for him."

"And if somebody put a picture of him on his face, it wouldn't do anything at all! Because that's like, his face. He already has eyes there."

Ford chuckled. "I suppose that's true. It would be like he'd grown a third eyeball, that's all." He paused. Put a picture of him on his face? "Why do you ask?"

Too late; she was halfway to the elevator. "Thanks, Grunkle Ford! I'll see you at dinner!" And she was gone.

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"What's all this?" Bartholomew asked.

Mabel was dumping a bag of costume makeup and cheap convenience store makeup palettes onto her bed. They sparkled in varying hues of tacky gold glitter. "Art project!" She scooped Bartholomew out of his cradle by Dipper's bed, climbed the rickety ladder to the storage loft over their bedroom, and set him down leaning against a box. "You're on guard duty. Stay quiet and if anything goes wrong, get Dipper."

"How do you expect me to get Dipper? I'm a doll. I can't move."

"Come on, Mew-Mew. You think we haven't noticed that you teleport when nobody's looking?"

Bartholomew paused. "Touché."

Mabel rummaged through her art supplies; put tape, glue, and a couple of flattened cardboard boxes on the bed; added all the yellow crayons, markers, and paints she could find; and finally, satisfied, she ran out of the room. "Bill!"

"Still here."

"I've got the perfect solution. I'm giving you..." Mabel posed, hands on her hips. "A makeover!"

Bill waited for the follow up. There was no follow up. "Heh."

"Laugh now, but before I'm finished, I'm gonna make you more beautiful than your wildest dreams!"

"Kid, with all due respect, your idea of 'wild' taps out where my dreams are just getting started."

"Then I'll just have to up my game, won't I?" Mabel held out her hand. "Just give me that blanket, show me that weird bald head of yours, and let me make it into a canvas for high art! Trust me!"

Bill contemplated her extended hand. Did he trust her? In most situations, he considered trust irrelevant. He expected most people to do whatever they thought would benefit themselves the most; sometimes that meant keeping their word, and sometimes it didn't.

On the other hand. Was he really curious to find out where she was going with this? Yes. And the worst thing she could possibly do to him was make him very slightly more ugly than he already was. And playing along would fill his empty afternoon.

"Okay, kid." He reluctantly handed the blanket over. "You haven't given me a bad makeover so far." (He hadn't actually seen her marker mask, but it never hurt to flatter the person about to paint all over you.) He stood and stretched. "Show me what you've got. But if I don't like it, you owe me a blanket."

"Yes!" She grabbed his hand—his whole arm immediately went stiff—and dragged him toward the bedroom. "Welcome to my salon!"

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Sure enough, just like Ford had said—when Stan checked Bill's attic nest, there was no sign of him.

Stan didn't like that one bit. Where the hell had their prisoner gotten off to?

As Stan approached the attic bedroom, he could hear Mabel talking: "More glitter?! That's crazay! Okay, here goes! I bet you could pull off such a glam rock look." (That explained where the kids were. He'd been starting to wonder.) "Hold still, I'm gonna try something I saw on a Russian supermodel—"

"Kids," Stan called, "do you know where the demon went?" He opened the door. "Poindexter says he can't find him anywhere, and—"

Mabel was kneeling on the floor, surrounded by the widest variety of makeup brushes and palettes Stan had ever seen. Her fingers and sleeve cuffs were coated in gold glitter and paint.

Kneeling in front of her, with his legs splayed awkwardly and his hands on the floor like he wasn't sure how to lower this body down to Mabel's height, was Bill. His face was liberally coated in acrylic gold paint and amateurishly contoured with a mix of craft glitter and golden eyeshadow. One eye was shut—the eyelashes delicately dusted with more gold eyeshadow to help it blend in—while the other was coated in a layer of mascara so thick it was a miracle his lashes didn't glue shut when he blinked.

And to cap off the gilded absurdity, his face was sticking through a hole in the middle of a cardboard triangle helmet, painted sunflower yellow with bricks shakily traced on in marker. Bill looked like the poor kid assigned the part of "the pyramid" in a fourth grade class play about ancient Egypt.

Mabel and Bill stared at Stan.

Stan stared back.

He covered a snort with a cough. "I'll—I'll tell Ford you've got it handled." He slammed the door.

He let out a bellow of laughter.

Mabel put a hand on Bill's shoulder. "He doesn't understand avant-garde fashion. You look like a million dollars."

"I know," Bill said. "All the same—maybe a hat would class things up a little?"

Mabel reached for a sheet of black construction paper. "You're so right."

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"Well?" Mabel leaned around Bill, trying to see what he looked like in the full-length mirror. "What do you think?"

Bill stared in the mirror. A horrific abomination of flaking paint, cakey makeup, and taped-up cardboard stared back.

He grinned so wide it cracked his face paint. "I think that's the hottest human being in history."

"Yes!" Mabel pumped a fist into the air.

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Ford said, "Stanley, what is it?"

Stan wheezed until his lungs ran out of air.

Concerned, Ford leaned across the kitchen table, lacing his hands together. "Did you find Bill?"

"M—Mhmm."

"He hasn't hurt Mabel, has he?" Ford asked, flashing back to their conversation earlier. "Or—or Dipper? Anyone?"

Stan bit his lip and shook his head. Tears of laughter pricked the corners of his eyes.

"Did he... put some kind of laughing curse on you?"

Stan shook his head more emphatically. "H—" He couldn't get one syllable out before he had to choke back his laughter again. He pounded on the table.

Grasping at straws and defaulting to the first worst case scenario he could think of, Ford said, "He hasn't found a way back to his true form, has he?"

Stan let out a noise like a balloon that had been untied and unleashed to fly around the room. "I MEAN—"

"Gooood afternoon, gentlemen!" Beaming brightly enough to rival the sun, twirling an umbrella like a cane, Bill strutted in.

Ford clapped one hand on Stan's shoulder, clapped the other over his mouth, and turned away, shoulders shaking. Stan smacked Ford's arm in sympathetic hysteria.

"I see we're all in high spirits today!" With the brazen confidence of an illegitimate prince marching into a throne room to demand his crown, Bill strolled through the kitchen, barely sparing the Stan twins a glance. Mabel followed behind him, grinning from ear to ear. "I wouldn't mind some spirits, myself." He paused in front of the fridge. "Could someone—?"

As the closest person to the fridge, Ford pulled it open, then turned to watch so he could make sure Bill didn't do anything he shouldn't with the food. This required him to look in Bill's direction. He curled his lips into his mouth and bit down. His eyes watered.

"Finally." Bill hungrily surveyed the inner contents of the fridge, grabbed an armload of condiments, a jar of pickles, and a tub of leftover chicken nuggets, and dumped them on the nearest counter. He tried to reach for a bottle of spoiled corn syrup toward the back of the fridge, banged the sides of his cardboard helmet on the fridge's doorframe, and quickly backed off and felt the corners to make sure they weren't too damaged. He had to turn sideways to reach the bottle without hitting the edges of the fridge. One corner of his mask tipped over a bottle of apple juice. Watching this performance very nearly killed the Stans.

"There." Bill triumphantly set the bottle on the counter, grabbed a can of alphabet spaghetti off an open shelf, and asked, "Where do you have the bowls hidden?" He rapped on one of the cabinet doors with his umbrella.

The sight of the umbrella knocked Ford out of some of his hysteria. "Where did you—?" He snatched the umbrella out of Bill's hands. "No weapons."

Bill gave Ford a withering one-eyed look (Ford suspected his other eye was glued shut with paint), then elected to ignore him. "Shooting Star?"

"They're down here!" Mabel opened one of the base cabinets. Bill retrieved a bowl and started filled it with his condiment haul.

"Okay," Stan said, voice strained with suppressed laughter. "Okay, what—what are we looking at?"

"A masterpiece of cosmetic art," Bill said. Mabel's grin widened.

Ford elbowed Stan across the table. "Do you remember the 'living statue' performers on the Glass Shard Beach boardwalk?" he asked. "The ones who'd paint all their skin and clothes gold—?"

"Oh yeah!" Stan let out a bark of laughter. "That's exactly what he looks like!"

In his bowl, Bill had layered mayonnaise, Tabasco sauce, mustard, sour cream, and maple syrup, and carefully stuck in as many chicken nuggets as he could without the mix slopping over the edges. He got Mabel's help to stick it in the microwave, then turned toward the Stans with a smug grin. "So you agree that I look like a work of art."

"No," Stan said, "they looked like idiots, and so do you."

Bill scoffed. "You don't know anything! You look at a human body, and all you see is a human with things stuck on it. I can look at a human body and see a canvas. I've stripped this vessel of its association with humanity and transformed it into an idol of myself."

Mabel loudly cleared her throat.

"Okay, she did most of the work."

Ford seriously considered the artistic merit of Bill's proposed "human body sans humanity as art material" paradigm. After a moment of deliberation, he said, "You have cardboard taped to your face."

Stan slapped the table. "HA!"

Bill opened a can of alphabet spaghetti, slopped half into a glass, filled the rest with incredibly spoiled corn syrup, and then filled the can with corn syrup as well. The mixes bubbled threateningly. The absolute picture of good cheer, Bill announced, "I'm the most beautiful thing any of you have ever seen. It's just too bad your closed little minds can't enjoy the marvel in front of you." He stirred his toxic alphabet spaghetti concoction with a pickle spear.

Stan watched Bill mix his drink in mild alarm. "What in the world are you making?"

Bill held his wrist over the glass and a knife to his wrist. "A Bloody Mary."

Stan's alarm increased. "No you aren't."

"That's your opinion." 

"Where did you get—!" Ford leaned over to snatch the knife out of Bill's hand.

"It was in the fridge, it was sticking out of the leftover casserole!" Bill rolled his eye. "Re-lax! I wasn't pointing it at you." He lifted his drink, nearly poured it into his eye, caught himself at Mabel's shout of alarm, took a sip through the correct hole, then inspected the thick gold lip stain left on the rim. "Huh." He looked at Mabel.

She shrugged. "I could have set the makeup with baby powder, but I thought it might dim some of the sparkle."

"You chose form over function. I respect that." He sipped his drink more carefully.

The microwave went off, Mabel opened the door, and Bill scooped up his condiment-and-nugget stew and both alleged Bloody Marys. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go be handsome somewhere else—"

The corner of his cardboard helmet banged into the kitchen doorway. He dropped one of his drinks, stumbled against the wall, and looked in dismay at his syrup-and-spaghetti-sauce-soaked skirt. He turned to Mabel. "How's my head?"

She grimaced. "We... can fix that with tape."

Bill sighed. "Come on, let's do it before my nuggets get cold."

"Now hold on!" Ford stood up. "Are you going to clean this mess up?"

"No!" Bill was out of the room. Ford could already hear him tripping on the stairs. "You don't trust me with a mop!"

Well. It was true, they didn't trust him with a mop. Sighing, Ford trudged across the room. "I'll get it."

Stan said, "You know, I think I'm glad he looks like an idiot. He's been so mopey the last couple of days, I was almost starting to feel bad for him."

"Thank goodness, you too," Ford muttered. "I was afraid I was going soft."

"Nah, he really was that pathetic," Stan said. "Like a sad show poodle that doesn't understand why it's been shaved in weird shapes."

Ford barked a laugh.

Once the floor was clean, Ford confessed, "I've—actually really worried about that. Going soft, I mean. I'm... afraid that Bill could find a way back into my head."

"Literally or emotionally?"

"Emotionally." Ford paused. "Both, actually—but this time I mean emotionally. The night he burned his hair off, I..." He winced at himself; but he needed to tell Stan. There was no one else he trusted to give him a reality check. Maybe Fiddleford, but... Ford hadn't figured out how to approach him about all this yet.

He put back the mop, to have an excuse to pause and gather his words. "I... brought him something to eat," Ford mumbled. "And, told him I knew what it was like to be trapped in an alien universe, and—that he should take better care of himself, for his own sake—and I don't know why I said that, anything good he does for himself just makes things harder for us, it's not as though I forgot that, but—What? Stanley, why is this funny."

Stan had started laughing; but he cut it off a cough. "Sorry. It's just—do you remember how Mom would go 'Well, I can tell you two are related' any time we did something particularly—you know—twinnish?"

"Don't tell me you've been making sandwiches for Bill."

"Ha! No, but I've given my arch nemesis a pep talk when he was having a mental breakdown. I felt bad for him!"

Ford chuckled. "Really?" He dropped back into his seat. "I didn't know you have an arch nemesis, who's that?"

Stan considered Ford's reaction if he admitted that his nemesis was that ten-year-old with a crush on Mabel, and said, "Ah, he's been out of my hair for ages. So what, is that all you talked about?"

"Somehow it turned into him trying to convince me he'd been planning a welcome party when I fell through the portal."

"Ha! And did you believe him?"

"Absolutely not." Ford paused thoughtfully. "But—part of me wonders whether he believes it himself."

"He seems like the kind of guy to buy his own bull." Stan shrugged. "I don't think you have to worry about him getting in your head. Just don't let him fast-talk you into any decisions and don't buy anything he's selling without telling him you'll think it over for twenty-four hours. And the more he says decide now, the harder you say no. That's how the pros get you, they don't give you room to breathe, let alone think."

Ford was pretty sure Stan was just describing the Mystery Shack's souvenir sales strategy; but he nodded slowly. "I know exactly what you're talking about. When I gave him permission to pilot my body, between the first time he mentioned it was an option and the moment I agreed to it... well, I was asleep at the time, so I can't be sure how long it took—but I'd guess it was less than fifteen minutes. In retrospect, I couldn't believe that I'd agreed so thoughtlessly. But I suppose that's exactly what he wanted." No room to breathe was a good way to describe it. Never mind being nose-to-nose with somebody trying to pressure you into a sale—how do you take a step back to get a little space from somebody who's already inside your head?

"Did he make it sound like a limited-time-only deal? You know—'buy now while the price is low, you'll regret missing this offer'? But with more mystical woo-woo phrasing, I mean."

"Not exactly, but..." Ford tried to remember back that far, grasping for the details of the conversation—the real conversation, not the heady, excited version he'd summarized in his journal. "At the time, I'd been worried about falling behind schedule on the portal's construction. He wouldn't have had to introduce an element of tension—it was already there. All he had to do was exploit it." He shook his head. Falling behind schedule. What schedule—the one he, himself had made? He was sure Bill had encouraged him to finish as fast as possible, too.

"There, you see? You got swindled by a professional swindler," Stan said. "What's important is that you know what he is now, and you know his tricks. He won't get you the same way twice. I'm not worried about you."

There were a couple of odd thuds from upstairs, accompanied by a yelp from Bill. That wasn't odd; he'd proven to be remarkably clumsy in a human body. At any given time it was possible to tell where he was by the random bangs, and if he hadn't made a noise in the last five minutes it meant he was curled up safely in his window seat.

What was odd was hearing Mabel's voice: "Careful, careful—! Augh. ... I'll get another sheet of cardboard, we'll replace that!"

Stan and Ford looked warily toward the stairs. Stan muttered, "Mabel, on the other hand..."

Ford nodded. "I'll keep an eye on her."

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(If you've read this far, I'd really appreciate hearing from you! Things you liked, things you're looking forward to, jokes, thoughts, even typo corrections. Thanks!)

[technofantasia]

One of my absolute favorite parts of golden wind is the singularly horrible outfits that the main characters wear, but not just the fact that they're terrible, no no. Sure, they all look like they got dressed with their eyes closed in a boutique for clowns, but the REAL kicker is that they did not always dress in this way??

We see the characters' backstories. We see how they used to look. And almost ALL of them USED TO WEAR NORMAL PEOPLE CLOTHES!!! Why? Why the sudden shift to kitchen sink fashion?? And, of course, there are layers to this, too.

Like. Giorno is his own whole can of worms, concerning exactly what happened between middle and high school. Sure, there's the whole hair color change thing which I refuse to acknowledge the canonical reason behind, but whatever, I can ignore that. Why suddenly decide on that hairstyle? That wardrobe? Especially considering that in every other way he's not exactly the flamboyant, attention-grabbing type... The only explanation I can think of would be, I don't know, he just happens to have a surprisingly eclectic fashion sense and high school was the first time he was able to be on his own away from home to indulge it. First opportunity to show off his individuality and he went whole hog with it, I could see that. Yeah sure you go giogio!! have as many heart shaped boob windows and ladybug brooches as you like

Abbacchio, too. It looks like he mostly dressed normal for his job, but the second he left, he transitioned to his current look? Either that’s just his usual taste or his emotional crisis led him to an emo makeover. Or both. In either case, I suppose that’s valid and I support him. His weird eggshell hat is the only part of his outfit that’s really that out there anyway

But the others??

Narancia. Mista. Fucking Fugo. They all dressed at least mostly normally right up until they joined Passione, at which point they switched on a dime to looking Like That. Sure, some aesthetic preferences seemed to carry over, like Narancia’s boyish style, Fugo’s suit pattern, and Mista’s navel window + crisscross pattern + hat. But they still used to wear, yknow. People clothes. So... Why??? What on EARTH happened???

Well...

Strangely enough, Bucciarati looks like he’s ALWAYS dressed Like That. Same hair style, same colors, same patterns... Given how much everyone else’s backstory outfits clashed with their eventual outfit choices, it’s almost weirder to see that Bucciarati clearly has clothing and style preferences that match up from past to present.

So. I can’t help but wonder.

Did... did the others just assume that, since Bucciarati (and maybe also Abbacchio) dressed Like That, that was just The Mafia Style??? The Style Of Clothing That Mafia People Wear???? So, in order to integrate themselves into Passione, they’d have to start dressing Like That too??????

Actually. Given that all the members of La Squadra and Polpo and the boss’s personal guard and the boss himself ALSO dress Like That... fuck, i don’t know, maybe they were right and that IS just The Mafia Style!! The fact it also happens to align with Bucciarati’s/Abbacchio’s/Giorno’s personal fashion sense might just be a coincidence!!! Who knows!!! Who cares!!!

Where do you even go to BUY clothing like that??? Are there special, under-the-counter sections of clothing stores that specially cater to Badcore fashion for mafia members??? Do the designers earn a special commission for designing clothes no sane person would wear that fit as uncomfortably as humanly possible??? Didn't they say at some point that mafia members try to dress inconspicuously to blend in???? RISOTTO IS LITERALLY JUST WEARING A JESTER HAT WHAT KIND OF CIRCUS IS THIS

But yeah so the logistics of part 5′s character designs drive me insane and I love it

[sadie-bug345]

I love your headcanons! They’re so goofy but character accurate. Anyway I was wondering if you’d maybe do all the greasers + Cherry with a trad goth/alt s/o hcs? Thank you so much!!! 🖤🖤🖤

omg hiiii and your wish is my command‼️🥰

the greasers (+cherry baby) w trad goth / alt s/o!!

ponyboy: - the second you moved into town he was like obsessed - just cause your vibe wasn’t like anyone else’s he’d really met - so he worked up the nerve to talk to you thinking you’d like shun him (bro was fr going thru ALL the possible rejection that could happen😭) - he was like “…hi🖐️😀” and just stood there sweatin up a storm LMAO - and you’re just like “hello?🧍‍♀️” - LOVE CONNECTION INSTANT - yall are the sweetest together and pony’s wardrobe changes a little so it’s more like yours - just cause he loves the way it looks on you sm.

johnny: - your vibe fits his (and dally’s but that’s later🤫) really well - so when he first saw you his exact thoughts were like “man. she’s cool” - so my guy went thru all of ponyboys yearbooks like just trying to find out anything and everything abt you - clubs, sports, music, voted most likely to’s…you name it johnny found it cause he was too scared to approach you at first - pony walked in on him scavenging last years yearbook and was like 😐 this has gotta end my boy - so after some aggressive encouragement from dally, johnny approached you and you guys really hit it off - you guys are like the gangs power couple FOR SURE - everyone loves your style and vibe but johnny especially, duh!

sodapop: - this is definitely an opposites attract sitch - like johnny he saw you and was like “i gotta find out more” cause he had never dated anyone like you before - he probably went up to talk to you and accidentally spilled about how he knew you were in middle school band and played the clarinet but switched to the flute halfway thru seventh grade or smth😭😭🫶 - yall definitely turn heads when you guys are hanging out together - no one can deny the cuteness😔🖐️

darry: -my guy is a little more conservative when it comes to style - we know he be dressing like a divorced dad out here - BUT he noticed you around town and was def intrigued - totally starts listening to the music you like just to have a conversation starter - this boy PLANS - after a while of you guys dating you give him a lil makeover and it’s very sweet (especially cause he needed the wardrobe refresh🫢)

dally: - your vibe and his is super similar, or at least he thinks he’s as effortlessly cool as you🙄 - anyways he was fr like “now this is the kinda person i wanna know” - didn’t need any encouragement to go talk to you *cough* johnny *cough* - either way he tried to start up a convo all “smooth” or whatever and you’re just like “😳uhm anyways…” - kinda gave him the humbling he needs but you thought his unrealized awkwardness was cute - you guys are birds of a feather but he definitely loves showing you off to his friends - just cause he thinks you’re like, actually the coolest - he won’t tell you how he feels but it’s obvious.

two-bit: - this guy is so goofy - sees you from across the room and starts cracking the LOUDEST and DUMBEST jokes just to see you hopefully smile - and he’s funny so you’re like halfway cringing but also halfway dying laughing - you’re probably like “who even is this kid💀” LMAO - anyways after he saw you laugh my dude just talks your ear off - after you get a few words in about your interests and general style bro was so obsessed - he didn’t really think he’d like a girl with your style but he was wronggg - you guys have probably the most fun together out of the group ngl.

steve: - probably heard abt you from soda - LIVES for your outfits like he’s so obsessed he’s like “hmm i wonder what they’re gonna wear today” - just cause he thinks you’re so cool and unique - definitely frequents the places you usually hang out just in the hopes of “casually” running into you LMAO - you guys are super cute though like no one really expected it - which makes it so much better.

cherry: - being a cheerleader she doesn’t usually date people with your style - her exes just are kinda basic - BUT she saw you and was like “oh. so i’m like in love” - HOPELESS ROMANTIC CHERRY🫶😭 - it was like a rom com she like did an actual double take - after you guys start dating you two do everything together - you give her makeovers like all the time - it’s so sweeeeet - plus you kinda revamp her wardrobe - dw she still has THE cherry valance vibe - but she matches your outfits in the little details - matching rings, necklaces, skirts, shoes, anything.

thanks so much to the wonderful person who requested this!! my requests are always open!🧌🥰🫶

[sir-fluffbutts]

sup homie, big fan!

1: was there any old OC that you got rid of or found to cringy?

like those edgy OC's every-13yo made that *totally* wasn't a self-incert. /// MarySue that is always pretty and perfect and everyone loved, yet has as much character depth as a puddle. /// a story you really liked at first but later on thought otherwise.

2: when making a new character design, what do you mostly like to add/take inspo from?

do you like to make it lovecrafty? put a bunch of eyes, mouths, flesh, ect. /// keep it cute. /// put a bunch of patterns on. /// focus on unique eye shapes. /// making fun cool fashion on them.

((3: are there gonna be more plushies, or is it just gonna be Muffin? if you do have plans for more, im first in line.))

TY!!!! AND OH BOY A LIST OF QUESTIONS //pos im rubbing my hands in a evil way

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1. i usually do not get rid of my past ocs as i feel like ALL of my past characters are close at heart and tend to hold onto them forever BEHABEHWA

however i DO give them a makeover (aka new design/lore ect)

amy / kitty is a good example of this, she's my 2010 creepypasta phaze oc and sona back in the time

i find her lore/story to be....a bit too much, so compleatly overhauld it while keeping the design basicaly the same 😂

there was also a male kitty as well for her counteroart, but he's banished into the void due to me picking to keep the female kitty (they were basicaly the same character anyways so one had to go behshehw)

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2. i honestly don't keep a specific element while designing characters, but i do look out to

- use more diverse shapes (so they won't feel all the same while im drawing them)

- if they can exist in my univserse and its lore

the others depends on which character i am making

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3. perhaps. maybe 🤫 i might make more makeship ones and is still activly looking into making my own plush production along with making the site itself aha

[deafknell]

my (belated) entry to day one of the rezero fanweek! enjoy this quick felt doodle and drabble below for the prompt “—Shut up and put on your war face.”

A cold hand presses against Felt’s cheek. Each finger sculpts around the curve of her face, something a touch too familial for her liking. She doesn’t try to push them away, however, not even as a stray thumb rubs away what must be a patch of dirt she hadn’t noticed earlier. While the gesture rings as far too coddling, putting up a fight with the women who’d saved her would only leave a bad taste in her mouth.

It’s not often Felt comes by the red-light district these days. The leery gazes of shopkeepers always set her off, dreading the idea of speaking to the likes of them. If they tried anything, she’d take them down in no time, but she knows well enough to steer clear of the seedier venues round the Royal Capital. With all the big names focusing on looking good, the things brothel owners could potentially get away with outweigh the few good reasons for coming down to the district on most days.

This day, though? Call it sentimentality, or some other gross word for nostalgia.

The moment Felt walks by one of the rundown massage parlors, a masseuse comes running up to her, alerting everybody and their lover to her presence in the area. Several other ladies swarm her too, prostitutes and escorts to cleaners she used to say hello to when Old Man Rom was away. Their fussing is a headache to deal with, as expected, but she’s almost glad for it. Years of distance had left a lot of the names of people who helped feed and protect her with fuzzy faces, yet all it took was a stench of perfume for her to remember most of the cool big sisters she grew up with.

Eguchi, who always took care of any of her scrapes with bow-shaped bandages around her legs. Aoyagi, filling up a container with food two times Felt’s usual portion size for her to share with Old Man Rom. Each and every one of them spoiled her where they could afford to, and that habit had not changed in the time it’s taken for her to return.

Once everybody had stopped fawning over Felt, she’d been dragged over to a private room and shown off to any of the ladies that had missed the masseuse’s announcements. To most of them, she’s the closest they’d gotten to motherhood, taking in a stray for a couple hours of company. It’s the closest she’s gotten to a mother, too, though she’d never admit that to their faces.

Kazuragi’s the one to pitch a makeover, once the initial excitement had settled.Before Felt could say anything, she had left, searching for her palettes and brushes in another room. From what Felt remembers, she’d been the lady who helped train newcomers in etiquette and appearances, something that kept her valuable even as she hit an age where most prostitutes would have been retired or culled. Pushing back on her request isn’t really an option, despite how little Felt cares about sitting still while someone pokes at her face all day.

Looking at the neat arrangement of products Kazuragi had returned with, Felt let out a sigh. “Is all this really necessary…?”

“Yep,” Kazuragi says, popping the ‘p’ sound. “We never got a chance to doll you up before, what with how flighty you were. Now, though…”

Another prostitute dabs some setting powder on Felt’s cheeks. “Indulge us, will you? You already look so pretty. With a little contouring and some blush, nobody will be able to take your eyes off you.”

“That ain’t exactly my kinda thing,” Felt says, sneezing as a brush is pressed to her nose. “Why’d ya even do all this stuff, anyway?”

“Hm?”

Felt crosses her arms. “Like, makeup and stuff. Ain’t it gonna be a pain to clean off after you’re done with—”

“Nope! You’re too young to talk like that,” Kazuragi is quick to smother Felt’s mouth with a hand. “Honestly, now. What happened to that little girl who used to help me with preparing clean clothing for our girls?”

“Nothin’” Felt says, muffled. “Jus’ older now. Not a lil girl.”

“Sure, sure.”

Seconds pass before Kazuragi drops her hand. None of Felt’s makeup is smudged, thankfully. Neither of them say anything as both Kazuragi and the other prostitute get back to work, steady hands tracing the outline of her eyes. More powder is pressed to her eyelids, and she blinks, unused to pressure being put against her eyes.

Kazuragi leans back, assessing her work, and lets out an appreciative hum. Handing Felt a small hand mirror, she pushes a lock of Felt’s hair behind her ear. “Not bad. You’d be a great canvas if you didn’t keep twitching all the time.”

She’s telling the truth, from what Felt can tell. Feels weird to see herself look so put together, but the results aren’t something to complain about. A lot of ladies would pay a fortune for this kind of treatment. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“About why we wear makeup?” the other prostitute asks. Felt gives her a nod. “It’s nice to separate yourself from clients. They’ll see what you want them to see, while you get to keep your regular appearance to those you care about.”

“It’s a confidence thing, too.” Eguchi adds, having finally decided to join the Felt reunion party again. She ruffles Felt’s hair, leaving her hand on her head for a few seconds longer than needed.

“Facing clients can be unnerving. You never know how they’ll react to you, or what they’ll say about you. Wearing makeup, looking good, dressing well—they’re like spells designed to keep your head high, no matter what others say. We may not be knights or noblemen, but it’s our own form of war paint,” Kazuragi says.

That…makes a lot of sense. Back when that Reinhard bastard was getting torn down by his dad, she’d said something similar to him. Putting on a war face and challenging others is far better than letting those people walk all over you. Fancy appearances may be important for things like stuffy noble events or candidate speeches, but there’s more reason than just sucking up to nobles that people tend to dress up. That’s the battlefield they choose to fight on, just as knights wear their uniform with pride, and prostitutes adorn themselves with silk clothes and makeup.

Maybe that’s what Old Man Rom’s ribbon has been to her, all this time. Her own form of strength from the guy who saved her, war paint that didn’t take ages to apply.

[raythekiller]

YOU NEED TRANSMASC REQUESTS???? I CAN GIVE YOU TRANSMASC REQUESTS!!!!!! :D

begging on my hands and knees for some headcanons for Jeff, toby and hoodie with the transmasc!s/o, where reader is on his period and like SUPER dysphoric, I’m talking like doesn’t want to look at himself, get touched or speak to anyone cause the dysphoria is so bad and he’s lowkey miserable 😭

I NEED COMFORT OK 💔💔💔

🗒 ❛ Dysphoric Reader On His Period ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Jeff The Killer, Ticci Toby, Hoodie

#Notes: big mood

pronouns used: none, but male! reader

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jeff The Killer

He'll try to let his teenage boy-like disgust over the fact there's blood coming out of your intimates aside cause he knows this is already taking a toll on you. He'll just kind of awkwardly pat on on the back while going "There, there, little guy" as if that'd make you feel any better. When you squirm away from his touch, he'll realize this is probably a little worse than he thought it was and get even more awkward. Look, Jeff doesn't do feelings well, so he might not be the best at comforting, but he'll listen if you want to vent, not really adding any input himself. A friendly ear is all you'll get from him.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby

He's best friends with Cody, who I headcanon to be transmasc as well, so he definitely has a better starting point than Jeff. Won't let you isolate in your room and be miserable - he won't stand for that. He'll literally drag you outside if he has to, has a very aggressive way of showing that he cares. Absolutely suggests a makeover, he'll dress you up super nicely and convince you to look in the mirror, all the while saying how handsome you look. Makes sure you shower and eat properly as well, no buts, your well being is important to him. Brings you any supplies you need for your period as well as snacks. Overall super caring and considerate.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Hoodie

Honestly I feel like he has a very loose idea on gender, by which I mean he doesn't care for it, so he might not totally understand your struggle. Hold on, let me try to explain it better - he honestly and genuinely doesn't care for labels or how people perceive him as or what pronouns others use for him or anything like that. Gender is a social construct anyway, why should he give a shit? But you care, and he doesn't completely understand why. Still, he knows you're struggling and he's not about to ignore it. Will make sure your period is well taken care of with tampons and chocolate and pain killers while also trying to make you feel better about yourself. If you feel like a guy, then you are one, and that's it. Who cares what others think - it's you that matters, and he'll tell you that every day if he has to.

[hospwitaldoll]

How i fast for days!

Longest fast: 6 days

1) Dont start ur fast out of nowhere! If u were eating a lot for days and ate 2600 calories the day before, ur body wont like u fasting at all. You have to take it slow and prepare urself for a couple of days, slowly eat less calories, make urself more used to it. I promise this helps A LOT. You are less hungry day by day, u dont give that shock to ur body. (tip! eating ,,a lot" but very low cal foods. Cucumbers, small fruits, zero sugar jelly! My personal savior. It fills u and basically has no cals.)

2) Water. Smth so obvious that we always forget about anyways. Put two bottles of water in ur fridge before u sleep, then chug the cold water through out the day. It doesnt count if u keep ur mouth dry all day and chug 2L at 10pm. You really have to take small sips all day long.

3) Zero drinks. It might not be the best if u want to do a water fast, but if u dont, it helps a ton. At least u feel like u had some taste, as this is what we crave while fasting, kept ur mouth busy for a moment. Coke zero, other zero sodas, zero energy drinks (id recommend these only if ur tired and not with high caffeine, it makes u shaky and might just lead u to eating). Tea and black coffee counts aswell. Dont put sugar in it and ur all good. Green tea and black coffee have many benefits in weightloss, read about it.

4) Switching up ur exercise. If ur exercising a lot, like i do, its tempting to exercise a lot while fasting too, to do even better. But getting so tired and shaky can demotivate u. Id say if u want to move, take a long slow walk, do a short yt exercise set. Fasting is already enough.

5) Sleeping. If u can, u might aswell just kind of sleep through it. While u sleep time is passing, ur resting, not obsessing over the fact that ur getting hungry. I take melatonin, get under a blanket and just take a long nap.

6) Stop thinking that food is going anywhere. Important. Ur fasting, ur mom just bought 3 bags of grocceries. You look at the food and feel like u need to eat it now, just bc its here. You know well that it isnt going anywhere, u can always go and buy it when ur done fasting. Its not gonna disappear, it will all be there when ur done.

7) Remembering ur goals. Being patient. This is something very important. You are aware that ur not gonna loose 20lbs overnight. But if u wait, if u stay patient and consistent, u WILL see ur weight drop. Dont throw it all away bc u weighed urself and the number is not moving. Also try to think about all the events u wanted to be skinny for. U wanted to be skinny for christmas, for ur bday, for the party u were going to. How about u do it this time? Do it as if ur getting ready for something already. Remind urself why ur doing this.

8) Distractions. Everyone talks about this, always. But it is actually helpful. Choose smth that is time consuming. Make a movie watchlist, watch them. Play a game. Do a room makeover. Read a whole book. Clear ur phone, organise it, delete old convos and photos. Go on clothing sites and look at all the xxs clothes u could wear. Organise ur make up and other products. Do facemasks or do ur haircare. Try on the clothes in ur wardrobe and think about how better they will fit u if u do this. Make lists! of ur goals, of benefits this will give u. Compare the situations, think about what will happen if u stop and when u continue.

9) Making excuses is easier than u think. It all depends on u. Of course some of us has families that make us eat at the table. DO EVERYTHING U CAN. Refuse, say u have eaten already, leave ur house and tell people ur going out to eat, say ur feeling nauseous. Stay strong and dont think u have to eat just bc someone is offering u. Talking about the sitting down to eat dinner at table situation, it might be hard. My tip, if u have to really, then eat the dinner. But dont let it make u think that u have to binge after it, cause its ,,ruined". And restart ur fast.

10) Mints, gum, brushing teeth. You would be suprised. Chewing ming gum (sugar free), flavored mints helps a lot. Buy urself a couple of packs and just chew on them when u feel like ur craving smth. Brushing ur teeth and having that fresh feeling in ur mouth really makes u less hungry, u kind of dont want to ruin it. I used to brush my teeth, drink a lot of water then chew a gum, take another one if it looses flavor.

Good luck! My messages are open if u want to talk about any of these points i've made, if u have questions about ur specific situation.

[drivelikeiido]

a welcome distraction

matty can't help but get distracted while you give him a makeover

matty healy x f! reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: it gets a lil smutty up in here so no minors pls and thanks !

notes: this was supposed to be cute and fluffy what happened? the smut ghost possesed me while i was writing at 1am. that said i'm not yet comfortable in my ability to write full blown smut so accept this offering for now. i also hope this is okay you were all so lovely about my first fic and it means SO SO much to me, sending so much love to everyone who interacted. ANYWAYS matty in eyeliner >>>>>

Makeup palettes and eyeliner sit messily behind you on the coffee table, your hands slow and delicate as you add some finishing touches to the makeup look that you persuaded your boyfriend to let you give him. You told him it was to open his mind and cross boundaries in his looks once again but in reality it was just a poor excuse to see him in eyeliner, his brown smokey eyes being your weakness and you missed out on his eyeliner phase from before you started dating.

His hands grip your hips gently, keeping you steady as your knees straddle either side of his thighs and rest on the sofa, his fingers rubbing back and forth in a soothing pattern on your sides while you work. 

“I know you’re in a new era babe but I really think you should bring back the eyeliner”

He hums thoughtfully, “I don’t think it matches the new vibes though darlin”.

“Maybe not but you look hot wearing it and that's enough justification for me” He huffs out a laugh at this and looks into your eyes, his gaze bright and full of admiration,

“You’re telling me I should make changes to our extensively planned out tour just for you?”

“Yes, that's exactly what I’m saying” your tone playful but resolute. 

“Oh well then of course! Anything for you my love, what else do you suggest we do?” he voice light and teasing as he plays into your fantasies. He moves to place soft kisses against your collar where his head now rests, now that you've put down the eyeliner pencil.

You continue to play into the joke, “I think you should dedicate every song to me”. He hums in acknowledgement against your neck, his hot breath fanning against the skin and working to make you feel restless. His experienced lips begin to suck dark bruises into the supple skin exposed to him there, you lean your head back farther, granting him more access to praise and mark up your skin.

“And what else?” he mumbles, his voice dark and low before returning his attention back to your neglected skin, pressing even more kisses and bites along your throat and collarbones, ensuring they’re on perfect display for him and anyone else to see, you sigh in pleasure and your grip on his shoulders tightens, the makeup behind you long forgotten.

“I asked you a question love” he prods, momentarily looking up at you with his blown out eyes, feigning innocence and smirking at your flustered state.

You take a moment to remember his question and force out another joking answer, “I think you should take a break between each song to kiss me, you know to show your appreciation and devotion”

“Just kiss you? Is that really all you want?” he teases, his voice so hypnotic you're convinced it makes your head spin. Your pulse quickens at his flirtatious suggestion and despite your longing you decide to play along, to try and drag this out and see where it goes, not wanting him to cease the attention he's giving you. “Well I wouldn't want to be too much of a distraction, you do have a job to do after all”

“Oh it’s far too late for that darlin” he sighs, his voice low and addicting, “You distract me even when I’m not with you, my mind swims with thoughts of every. single. thing. about you”. He punctuates the end of this sentence with kisses along your throat, revelling in the sighs you make for him and how you begin to subconsciously wriggle impatiently on his lap. “Doesn’t matter if you’re miles away or even if you’re metres away and eyefucking me from the sides of the stage, I’m always thinking about you my love, you have no idea what control you have over me; it’d frighten me if I wasn't so obsessed with you”.

You blush at his acknowledgment of your habit to admire him when you watch him perform onstage, it’s not your fault your boyfriend is incredibly attractive at all times but especially when he’s passionately performing onstage in front of you. 

“Didn’t know you knew I did that” you mumble, a little embarrassed, dropping your eyes from his. His hands move to cup your ass, lifting you further into him and groping at the skin there, “Oh darling, I’ve always known. It gives me even more motivation to perform at my best knowing how I affect you so much that you can't even stand still, and how you wring your hands together in an attempt to relieve even a fraction of the tension you feel. Knowing your blown out eyes are watching me from the side of the stage gives me the motivation to give my best fucking performance just to see how worked up I can make you without even touching you”

By now your skin feels red hot, not only with embarrassment but also with the impatient neediness Matty makes you feel, his admission beating the breath from your lungs and going straight to your core. You internally beg for him to just shut up and fuck you already, but you know not to voice this as to avoid him punishing you for being impatient and then making you wait even longer for what you need.

“Moral of the story, you’re the only distraction I could ever want or ever need, you make me so much better and I mean look at what you do to me” he practically purrs, his voice like honey as takes your hand from his shoulder and guides it down to the growing bulge in his trousers, sighing in pleasure at the contact, his reaction making you involuntarily grind onto his lap in an attempt to alleviate some of the need. Matty takes notice of this and tsks “Let me take care of you then sweetheart. My gorgeous, gorgeous distraction”

The slender fingers of his hands, still littered with rings from your little makeover, make quick work of lifting your shirt and throwing it far behind him, truly too distracted to care where it lands. His hands instinctively move to unclasp your bra, quickly throwing it behind him as well, breathlessly whispering “beautiful” to himself once your top half was fully bare; Matty always making you feel incredible no matter how many times he’s seen you by now.

His hands quickly rid the both of you of your clothes, and he moves to rest your back onto the sofa, effectively towering over you, the makeup bags and array of rings and necklaces on the coffee table long forgotten. His dark eyeliner covered eyes bore into yours, amusement and lust evident in them, 

“Now let’s see what other ways you can distract me my love”

[that-starry-freak]

uhm

So

More children for @sunny-sourzii !!!! (Also tagging @melodi-jackson cause I feel like you like seeing the kids too)

uhhh- first off!!! The twins! Yes, another set, I like making twins, sue me

(Also its raining SO hard rn and I'm so happy)

anyway, Morning glory and Moonflower!! Or Glory and Datura, as they're usually called. They're the 2nd youngest set of siblings in the third generation! Only older then Venus, Mars, and uh- listen i read the names once im.not very good at retaining knowledge

Glory is defiently the more extroverted of the two. She looks up to her siblings, and loves to play with them. Eccpecially giving them little makeovers (which usually ar exist her putting stickers on their face and scribbling red marker like blush, but yknow, shes got the spirit) he eccpecially loves when Lune does his makeup. He likes feeling pretty. Sbe also really enjoys bright colors, and her favorite color is rainbow! Though he's a bit impartial to pink! She's also very energetic, probaly one of the most energetic out of her siblings, but she always knows how to calm herself down for her twin brother. Her favorite stuffed animal is also because it reminded her of Datura!!

(Also nvm im not happy anymore the storm is giving me a headache)

Oh- wait- let's go it may be going away)

Datura however is the much more shy and introverted of the two. He is very reserved, calm, and quiet. He loves to read, and started reading full on chapter books at a pretty young age. He has social anxeity, and really opens up around Glory and a few others of his siblings. He also really admires Chica, but is too scared to talk to her. He also realized he was a boy pretty young, as he really didn't like when people would call him a girl and treat him like one, and he always felt quite a bit different from his sister. He takes after sun, ftm <3. Though he takes after moon in most other regards.

Aaannndd- yeah!! I love these two tbh. I love their designs, eccpecialy Glory's, and I think they're really sweet. Also I like their names.

And now to the other child i made! Thats right! I made a third one! I did all of this yesterday btw I was on the roll-

This is Luna Moth!! Or Luma, for short. (Also im changing their pronouns maybe to she/they) they're only a few years older then Datura and Glory

They're the family theatre kid, and likes putting on plays and puppet shows and just generally preforming for the kids in the daycare, as well as for the triplets. They like older musicals and theatre rather than new ones, but im not gonna name any cause I havnt watched any!!!! (Not Broadway ones at least) but idk they probaly like Shakespeare phantom of the opera and stuff

The drawing to the left is more of what they wear casually, outside of the daycare. Also I havnt decided if the antennas are part of them or the hats, though I'm probaly gonna do it wear its part of them.

And uhh- yeah! Luma!

I also have these little headshot draawings of all my children so far- (6 of them!) 2 vers

Shaded

And unshadwd

(From left to right. Top row: Solar, Lune, Nebula. Bottom row: Glory, Datura, Luma)

And uhhh- yeah!!!!

[ellies-little-thing]

Life goes on (e.w.) part 1

*not my images, but i edited it

My masterlist <3

pairing: young!ellie/young!reader

Warnings: fluf; reader is referred to as she/her; mentions of trauma; mentions of death and killing; just cute best friend stuff really; Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: Hi! This was a request but im having a blast writing it! I hope you like it, I really liked writing it! Feedback is always welcome and likes and reblogs are always encouraged! Thank you! Enjoy!  More parts to come!

word count 1.5k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

14 years old - Part 1

Ellie and you became instantly friends when she arrived at Jackson with Joel. Like 2 peas in a pod, you were inseparable, you were her sun and she was your moon, she always liked you a little more than friends but  she could never really explain it. Nothing could separate you, not even the apocalypse. Not even the end of the world.

You had met when she got to town, you were both 14. She was a shy girl and she seemed like she'd seen a lot of stuff. One day she was in the park alone on the swings and you saw her while you were walking home from school. The school was an old building that used to be a nursery before the outbreak , but they had made a makeover so it felt more appropriate for all ages. There weren't a lot of kids in Jackson so a new face was always welcome. There were four groups of classes at school. One for the babies, one for the toddlers, one for the kids, and one for the teens. Next year you were going  to move on up to the oldest class. You didn't really have friends at school. You talked to the other kids but they never liked you very much. When you saw Ellie, you hoped this would be an opportunity to finally make a real friend.

“Hey! I've never seen you around, you new here?” You asked her, smiling as you sat next to her and started to swing a bit.

“Hi! Yes, I'm new. Name’s Ellie.” She said shyly. “Well, nice to meet you Ellie, I'm Y/N.” You look back at her with a smile on your face.. She had very beautiful green eyes, that was the first thing you noticed about her. But they were sad ones too. You felt a bit bad for her, she must have been through a lot to get here. She had her auburn hair in a low ponytail with some hair framing her round face and freckles all over it and she also had a scar on her left eyebrow. She was pale which only made her freckles look more angelic. When she looked at you she gave you a shy smile, she wasn't used to people being nice to her.

“So, are you okay? You're all alone out here?” You ask her, trying to be as nice as possible. It was a sunny October day and the leaves were starting to fall from the trees. There was a slight breeze and the day was beautiful. The light hit her eyes perfectly, making them look even more gorgeous than they already were.

“Hum, yeah, I'm fine. Just not used to so many people.” She said fidgeting with her hands. She was wearing a purple, pink and white striped jacket with some worn out jeans and some old red converse.

“Oh, I get it. I can leave if I'm making you uncomfortable.” You say with empathy in your voice. She looked back at you with a small smile. “No, it's okay. It's nice actually, no one else has had the courage to come talk to me yet.” She smiles shyly at you. She felt a bit alone only knowing Joel, Tommy and Maria, so you were a nice change of pace. You two continued to talk and get to know each other more. 

“So where are you from?” You asked, looking forward as you swung. 

“Hum… Boston actually…” She said quietly. You made a shocked face. “That's really far away from here. The journey must have been really hard.” You say to her in a bit of a worried tone.

“It was okay. Joel was with me the whole way. He’s Tommy’s older brother actually.” She said with a slight smirk. “He wasn't the greatest company through all of it but we got along eventually. He was coming here anyway to be with his brother and brought me along.” She said this with a slight nostalgic tone and a bit sadder at the end. She didn't want to tell you she was immune and that they were actually going to meet the Fireflies down in Colorado. 

She was very sad when she woke up in the car with Joel and he told her that they had other immune people, so they didn't actually need her. She thought that maybe she was special. That she was going to save the world, but it turned out to not be the case. She didn't know what Joel had actually done. Ellie had gotten bit when she was hanging out with her friend Riley one day. They both got infected and Riley turned quickly but Ellie didn't. She saw her first love, slowly turning into a monster, it never left her thoughts. Weeks went by and she never turned. The Fireflies found her and wanted to travel her across the country to the only surgeon they knew that could maybe be able to make a cure. Joel took her there, but after that, they came to live here. She had just gotten here a few days ago.

“Really? Tommy’s brother? Didn't know he had one. But I'm glad he does and that he brought you here too.” You smile warmly at her.

She felt a bit of joy after hearing your words. Her only friend was dead and she was somewhere she didn't know but at least it seemed like you were actually being nice to her. She had gone through a lot. They took almost a year to get here. She was happy to be somewhere where people were actually nice for once.

After that day you never went another without seeing each other. You enjoyed being in each other's presence and became best friends very quickly. You had a lot in common. You both liked drawing, you liked singing while she was learning how to play guitar, You both loved comics, and as much as she was obsessed with dinosaurs and space, you were with music and books. Your bond only grew bigger every time you were together. Ellie finally felt like she wasn't alone.

You walked to school everyday together, you did your homework together, played together, felt like you could actually be kids together. It was a cruel and scary world, but now you had each other.

You got to know each other better and she told you she didn't have parents. Her mother had died giving birth to her and her father never really was in the picture so she grew up in the Boston Q.Z. as an orphan, until she came here with Joel. They started to form a father-daughter relationship and she was happy to finally have a family, even if it was a small one. Before the outbreak, Joel used to have a daughter named Sarah, but she had died and he didn't like to talk about her. He taught her how to shoot a gun, how to hunt and how to protect herself from threats.

You spent that Christmas together and Ellie loved to finally have a real Christmas with people she cared about and that loved her. You gave her an old dino plushie you had and she almost cried, no one really ever gave her a present. The only thing she had from her real family was her mother's switchblade, she went nowhere without it. She had never been so happy. Your mother didn't like Ellie very much though. She thought she was a bad influence on you but you didn't care. You hung out with her anyway. You finally had a real friend, and no one would take her away from you.

Tommy and Maria were the unofficial leaders of town, they were the ones who had founded it. It was a beautiful community where everyone contributed in some way. You were able to have electricity by using the dam in the river nearby. You considered yourself really lucky for where you lived. Older people were always telling stories about before the outbreak and right  after and how they lost so many people. How they had to survive, hide, use violence even, until they found Jackson. 

You were born here and this was normal to you, but some of the stories about before were actually cool. Like people had phones and could call eachother even across the country, shopping malls, supermarkets, museums, cars that actually worked. You had a dvd player and a cassette one too, you had found some old movies that you used to watch with your family on the weekends on an old gray TV. You liked when the teacher talked about how the world worked before, you used to dream about it almost every night.

Ellie was still haunted by the idea that her immunity meant nothing. She used to have a lot of nightmares from all the stuff that she had gone through to get here. All the people that hurt her and that she had to hurt herself. She hated herself for killing people, but they were all in self defense. But still, those ghosts followed her everywhere she went. Except for when she was with you. You made everything better. She was able to be herself with you.

[idontplaytrack]

I want some thing silly just absolutely goofy dorky fluff please it can be super short I just need a little giggle and to go “awwww”

Go to bed, seriously

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: some coarse language, fluff. Just reader being a tad silly from lack of sleep

In which Capri comes home from a midnight shift to whatever the hell reader was up to instead of being asleep.

Capri checks her phone as she leaves the supermarket, heading towards her car. It was summer, so she got a job in the meantime to help time go by faster and earn some money to feel good about herself. Anyway, as expected, you didn’t text her or anything. So she assumed you were asleep. Especially since you were still dealing with the tail end of a cold.

Boy was she wrong.

“Babe, what the heck are you doing?”

You froze like a child who’d just gotten caught for eating ice cream right out of the tub, turning your head to look at her over the shoulder. “Rearranging my room.”

“You’re sick.”

“I’m fine.” You replied, obviously still congested.

“It’s almost two a.m., y/n.” She sighs, arms crossed but fighting a smile.

“I’m boredddd.” You sulked.

“Because it’s the middle of the night. You should be asleep by now.”

“You’re not asleep.” You continued, shoving one of your teddy bears into a cubby, followed by another.

She huffs, rolling her eyes, “Because I had to work. And I’m not sick. Please get into bed.”

“Nope.”

“Go to bed, seriously.” She insisted. “y/n, please get some sleep.”

You flat out ignored her, carrying on with your task of arranging all your plushies and collectibles onto the shelves.

“Is there anything I can do to make you go to sleep?” She asks, walking closer to you. Capri knew, she just wanted to tease you a little. “You want cuddles?”

To her surprise, you ignore her again. But she was no stranger to this little bit of playfulness from you. “I’m gonna go get changed then we can cuddle, okay? Leave the rest of it for the morning.”

While she changed, you finished off your arrangement of the items then when she got into bed, you did the same. “Come here, love.” She opened up her arms, gesturing for you to get closer to her, and you did. “Do you want to lay on me?” Capri asks.

“Yeah.” You nodded, shifting yourself so you were now comfortably laid on her chest. Well, as comfortably as you could with your still-achy body anyway. Capri wraps her arms around you, rubbing your back in an attempt to lull you to sleep. “What made you rearrange the room at this hour?” She asks.

“I told you.” You giggled, “I couldn’t fall asleep, and I was bored.”

“Eh, to be fair you only told me you were bored.” She grins, planting a kiss to the top of your head.

“Isn’t that a reason, though?”

She hums, “Yeah, it is. I just wanted you to be getting more rest, you know?”

“I’ve been having a lot of trouble with falling asleep.” You sniffed, “Sorry.”

“Did you take the cough syrup?” Asked Capri, her hand continuously rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“I did, guess it’s helping a little.” You told her.

“Pity it doesn’t make you drowsy.”

“Hey!” You gasped.

“It’s supposed to.” She points out.

“Didn’t go that way, did it?” You couldn’t help it but chuckle.

“Okay, close your eyes, you silly goose.” Her grip around you tightens, giving your arm a squeeze, “Go to sleep.”

You sulked but complied. “Just close your eyes and try not to think about anything.” She tells you quietly.

“Will you be home tomorrow?” You ask in a mumble.

“I’m all yours tomorrow, baby girl.” She nods, “So I’ll help you with your little makeover project for our room.”

“Okay.” You smiled, content. With your eyes fluttering shut, you stopped fighting the sleepiness, allowing the comfort of Capri’s presence to lull you to sleep. “I’ve missed you today.”

With one final kiss on the crown of your head, she says, “We can do whatever you want tomorrow. I promise. Sleep tight, sweet girl.”

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💭A/N: I miss Capri😩 so I finished this fic a little early lol😭

[leoruby-draws]

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i just want to say i love your little drawings so much they're adorable and so full of life and everything feels exciting in them and i love how you draw and make really fun stuff for many of the minor characters, you're doing such a good job with them and it gives me so much joyy

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Thanks for liking my stuff! Happy to bring you joy, drawing these brings me joy!

Also its fun to get into and draw minor characters because their reading lists are super short lol! But I like to give a little love to characters that most people might not know about, in fact here's some random drawings that I had in the back-burner for the past year! Never could find a chance to just post them:

Here's a cute drawing of Cyclone, Maxine Hunkle! Wanted to give her a cute costume makeover. Kinda has a magical girl look to it huh? Took a bit of inspiration from Ojamajo Doremi, but also she's meant to resemble Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz! Both the princess and the witch. I have a bit of idea of what I'm going do with her, but that's for later.

Got a drawing of Gan, Jason's friend from the Knight White books. Not sure if she exist in my Training Wheels au, but I like her a lot. Her rapport with Jason was fun to read.

Here it looks like the Outlaws are trying to recruit new members, from the Relative Heroes group, Damara Sinclaire (Allure) and Tyson Gilford (Blindside). They're not likely to join, preferring to stick with their own group. Just as well since Damara's powers might make things a rather chaotic, she doesn't need that drama in her life lol. Tho I like the thought of Tyson helping out now and then, his invisibility would be pretty useful.

Here's some random assortment of heroes, Ray Terrill the...Ray. Amethyst, tho top pic is uncolored (im lazy) but theres a Sailor Amethyst to make up for that.

There's the first Green Lantern (Alan Scott) with his kids,Jade (Jennifer Lynn Hayden) and Obsidian (Todd James Rice). Wonder why their babies here, de-aging mishap?

Jason and Toni gossip about their fellow teammates, and down below Jason decides to annoy a young Kyle Rayner. A universal constant!

Todd can't help but join in!

Also some cute father-son bonding! I sent this to someone else earlier, so imma just stick here too.

For a really minor character, here's Jay, Eddie and Rose meeting up with a very strange new friend!

And lastly here are the Metal Men, or should I say the mini-Metal Men. Read some comics about them, including a bit of silver age as well (they get destroyed pretty often, kinda funny ngl). I thought about what kinda sidekicks they could have, but I didn't want to look up metals or learn about metallurgy or chemistry or whatever. So I just made them smaller, its just temporary though, aren't they cute? Look at poor Copper, she just wants to join in!

Anyways, hope that wasn't too much, tagging all of this is gonna suck.

Sorry I haven't been posting, due to Tumblr being a pile of shit and trying give our stuff to ai websites. So I thought I would download nightshade and glaze, but that didn't work out at all (I got a new laptop but it still wont render for me at all). So I'm just gonna hope my opt-out in the settings will be enough for now. Sigh!

Hope you like all this anon, might be a while til I post again. Later!