#what would my hair even look like dyed black i feel like id look even more stupid then i normally ro

[redspacegirl]

MY SEASON 1 PD DESIGNS!!

I feel like theyd have little to no swag in s1 sorry 😞

rambling under the cut

ok ok so i was really proud of these designs. it took like,,, 7 and a half hours???? i was genuinely surprised but trying to figure put height differences and all that was probably what did it.

for vyncents design, i gave him a tail and little slits as pupils. partially because i thought it looked cool, but also because hes not from here!!! he should look like it a bit more! his jeans dont fit fully correctly either. i honestly dont have a ton to say.

dakota is in a pretty similar outfit to canon. i gave him the ms g tattoo on his leg. i also put a chip in his tooth. i thought it was cool. his hair is definitely dyed (imo) so in the beginning of s2 his roots will have probably grown out. ill expand a bit more on that when i get there. also did you know his eyes were amber??? i googled the wiki to see eye colors and???

for wiwi, i hc he gets a lot of hand-me-downs from david, but is a good bit shorter. Most stuff doesnt fully fit right. ofc i think wiwi would like the baggy jean look anyways. i think he gets a white streak in his hair per death, so hed have a small bit now (ill elaborate more in a future post, dont wanna fully spoil anything lol)

ashe was kinda easy cuz ive drawn her design before. i do regret making the shirt magenta. technically it was a dark magenta in canon, but i do feel like black wouldve made more sense. also couldnt decide on the eyecolor. looked at the official design and its purple tho so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

id love to do some of the other designs, like hero costumes (even though they were only there for five minutes :C) and some of the s2 ones. anyways, hope you like these guys :3

[luciftixs]

the yi sangela post

I’m having autistic zoomies right now

I want to talk about Yi Sang and Angela because I like them both A Lot and I just think it’s fun to do comparisons. My partner made this lovely checklist with a few similarities I jotted down in a notesapp on my phone before I passed out and I will be cooking a meal thats geared solely to me but ur welcome to try and eat it if u want

Let’s get into it. There is no structure here but maybe we will find it as we go along!

I wanna start w a disclaimer that this is FOR FUN its not actually that serious and ALSO its obviously not a 1-to-1 comparison because these two are also so starkly different in not only their circumstances but also their overall personality when it comes to having deal with said Issues. I feel like tumblr users are more chill these days but after some shit ive seen on projmoon twitter I am covering my bases this is just a Post by a Stranger Online LOL

Let’s take a look at our first point on this silly little chart. That point is:

Bird

Angela’s black dress heavily resembles the feathers of a bird; specifically that of a corvid like a raven or even crow.

Even her head librarian outfit has some bird motifs to it. I’m going to get into corvid symbolism in a second but first

Yi Sang also leans heavily into the bird motifs. His base EGO is named Crow’s Eye View after a poem by the RL Yi Sang, and the narrative draws some inspo from the short story The Wings by the same author.

Wings show up often in some of his EGOS and CGs

Now, it’s not simply generic birds either of them are inspired by; Angela’s black feathers, Yi Sang’s EGO title, they are specifically invoking corvids. Corvidae include many different species of birds, such as magpies and jays, but the most commonly thought of corvids would be the ones with black feathers; ravens and crows. Corvids are incredibly intelligent birds, and they are rich in symbolism and meaning.

Specifically, crows have a heavy association with death and the afterlife. Both Angela and Yi Sang are impacted by heavy losses; Angela is made from a woman who took her own life and is forced to oversee countless loops of people suffering and dying; Yi Sang witnessed his friends being driven apart in a violent manner. His two childhood friends die before him, he wishes he could kill himself and die, and is trapped in a purgatory state with his current coworkers where bloodshed is as common as breathing. Death has marked both of them.

But! That is not the only thing corvids symbolize! In more modern times the birds are said to also symbolize transformation. In a way, that ties into death, as what is death if not the final transformation in life? But neither of their final growths end in their deaths; rather, both learn to find a way to free themselves from the shackles of their past, and to push forward.

THEN WE HAVE

Book as weapon

This one is just silly.

*beats you to death with a book beats you to death with a book beats you to death with a book*

Next point

Narrative haunted by a female figure

This one is in that “not a one-to-one comparison” territory, but it’s still just fun to poke at imo. In Angela’s case, she can never truly escape Carmen’s influence over her. For Yi Sang, Dongbaek is a ghost from his past. Both these women are integral to the overall narrative at hand.

Not only do these women haunt the narrative, but they also mirror the person they haunt. Angela’s desire for life is so strong because, in the end, Carmen wished to live. Dongbaek admired Yi Sang and his dream of flying. She yearned to bloom in a way not dissimilar to a bird spreading it’s wings for the first time. Angela’s Lobcorp design invokes Carmen- her hair color is Carmen’s inverted. She wears the hair time Carmen wore. Dongbaek’s hair has become white from the trauma- the inverse of Yi Sang’s black hair. Yi Sang takes up a Dongbaek identity in a mirror world to further drive home the similarities. These women play a major role in the overall identity of these two characters.

And this is just my brain going “hehe neat” but Carmen’s whole like. Brain stem mimicking a tree and its roots. Dongbaek becoming flowers. Visually very similar vibes.

Onto the next point

Loomed over and controlled by a male figure

This one probably seems second most self explanatory. Ayin meet Gubo Gubo meet Ayin ect.

The deal is simple: you do what we want you to do, and we have employed dubious methods to ensure that you do what we want you to do! Both Ayin and Gubo are self serving when it comes to the end goals. The levels of agency at play here are different; Angela truly had no choice, but Yi Sang’s mental state is not Great and that is being capitalized on him to help perpetuate his isolation and dependency.

Another thing: Ayin and Gubo are just really fucking mean to Angela and Yi Sang. Ayin actively dehumanizes her and neglects her; Gubo verbally and mentally abuses Yi Sang. Fun stuff.

Now, the penultimate point:

Yearning for freedom

This naturally comes with the territory of being a bird. Angela longs to not be confined to a place (Lobcorp or the Library). She wants to experience the world and be free. Yi Sang is similar; that desire to spread his wings and fly. For both to accomplish this, they have a talk with the ‘self’. It’s only by confronting their pasts, and themselves, that they can finally get that push to live life on their own terms.

MY FINAL TALKING POINT

SEXY

Like wow hot a what? And yes I chose fourth match flame because it ties into the whole post like they’re sharing an EGO that’s basically having your hopes burnt to a cinder and also an intense longing for a better life whoa thats crazy

Concluding thoughts

I just like them both a lot. My little caged birds getting out of the cage and mending their broken wings in order to take flight. Very kino. I love them.

If u actually read this thanks ur pog

[crguang]

Hi. I hope you don't mind if I send both a FMK some thirst?

For FMK:

Fuck Black Swan: I think she'd be a fanastic lay and, like, look at her splash art and tell me she wouldn't look gorgous with her hair spread out beneath her while you ate her out or pinned her down.

Marry Himeko: She's got those dommy mommy vibes (Though to be fair so does Kafka.) and I think she'd be a very patient, very kind lover. Domestic life with Himeko would be a pleasure. Easily the best lover of the women on this list.

Kill Jingliu: She's kind of awful. Sure the same could be said about Kafka but Kafka at least is implied to be trying to do some good and the game at least has given me reasons to like and care for her. The same can't be said of Jingliu. Easily the least likable of the women on the character list in my opinion. Killing her wouldn't be easily and I'd probably die trying/shortly after but still.

As far prompts/thirst goes imagine Himeko and Black Swan working to give reader a blowjob together. They'd get you so worked up and, well, it's not surprising if one or both of them end up deepthroating you in the end.

me reading this while jingliu’s in my top 3 favourite characters in the game……… if you think kafka generally has good intentions i have some news for you you’re not gonna like🙁 that woman destroyed entire civilizations (two planets. TWO.) and is solely working for her own benefit, what has jingliu done but be a victim?! ‘awful’ is too harsh for my baby i could argue for days about her but i wont… i wont! you don’t have to like her, more for me😋

that said if its between the 3 of them id have the same answers you gave LMFAOOO though with hesitation on the jingliu part because her voice makes me insane and i need her to talk me through it. it’s not a single person in this game who could stop me from having sex with black swan. like she’s the best of both worlds to me cause she’s a switch and im a service top, we would not leave that room until Fuli themself appeared and told her to go back to work. marry hime, my princess, i put her on such a high pedestal if she was real id have the unhealthiest attachment to her. literally the sweetest, most reliable, romantic woman ever. i write about her like im in love with her and i AM. if i kill jingliu it’s in the context of her dying at the hands of someone she loves and not the abundance, with a clear mind and no hatred in her eyes. she deserves peace😞

black swan and himeko… together… i gasped like a nun seeing a girl’s bare shoulders at church. they’d be so teasing about it, especially swan; she makes sure to run her hands all over your body before one of them even dips between your legs and since she’s not human, her palms are the softest you’ll ever experience. she’s not shy about it either, she’s very forward and will playfully brush down the hollow of throat with her fingertips, move across your collarbones and over your bare chest. himeko’s hand rests on your stomach, tracing imaginary shapes into your skin while her lips attach to your neck in nice, gentle kisses. their pace is deliberately slow, torturous, to have you breathing heavier and desperate enough to beg a little.

“Mmm? How impatient…” swan’s words are husky and carefully enunciated with a teasing lilt to them. she teases, but seeing how worked up you are, that hard bulge in your underwear begging to be freed, she gives you what you want.

like i said, the skin of her hands is the smoothest ever. it’s heaven against you and she strokes you like she wants to feel the entirety of your shaft in her palm. himeko joins her almost immediately and swallows your moans with her mouth. i think black swan does some things for the aesthetic so her nails are longer and perfectly manicured, a lavender-pink color to match her accessories. they graze your length in feather-like touches and you can’t help bucking further into her hand. himeko can easily match the pace of whoever she’s with. she’ll tease you just as much though she’ll soothe you with languid kisses and murmurs near your ear.

“Just let us take care of you, okay?”

with both of their hands stroking you, pumping you to oblivion, with himeko’s at the base and swan’s circling your tip, you come in minutes. like who wouldn’t… swan is closer, so she’s the first to take you into her mouth after spurts of your release coats their skin. she’s teasing there too, swirls her tongue around your tip and slides it down the underside of your cock, but she’s mostly enjoying herself rather than looking to make a mess of you. himeko strokes your inner thigh, watches swan’s movements with parted lips, before taking initiative and tangling her fingers in her lilac hair to pull her off of you so she can taste you through a messy, sloppy kiss. you’re throbbing just watching their tongues exchange cum and saliva and hearing their low hums and breathless moans. they take turns sucking you off, you’re definitely drenched once they finally decide to give you some reprieve <3

[griffin-wood]

loml || lya x bobby. (twc)

a/n: totally inspired by loml by tswift, iykyk. and been weirdly rusty, but i hope one does enjoy the sadness. <3 (playlist)

"We are still young. We got the world at our fingertips angel." Bobby's voice filled the quietness, as they lay side by side underneath the sheets of the room. He intertwined their fingers together as she turned her gaze his way.

"Well, 3 am is still early then?" A chuckle escapes her lips at his admission, it's motivating and truly him. They returned to his place for the night after a busy week filled with exams and assignments. It feels like forever since they had this moment. His journalism course took a larger toll, while her literature course had another different direction entirely. Sometimes it's easier to communicate through the existence of technology but, one would rather have the skin-to-skin affection to make up for the lost time, and that's how they ended up in each other's arms.

"It's an early time for mysterious beings to occured, angel. The boogeyman, perhaps?" He grins at the mention before Lya decides to elbow him gently. She never liked the horror stuff and the mysterious topics he's always fond of, but she's fond of him as a person. And that's enough for her to endure it, and him with love in her eyes.

"I think the philosophers would disagree, bobby." Her hand played with his hair slowly, her mouth formed into a smile. And that's how it is, whenever Bobby's around.

And that small moment was happiness to her, but she never thought it was momentary. Every kiss, every dream shared in the dark, every secret, every past scar that's been traced with kisses was suddenly gone so quickly, that she couldn't grasp the loss of it. Every single memory played when they come back together again, every argument that ends with a kiss, every fight that follows a rekindling.

"You're the love of my life." He whispers in the dark, vulnerable and open as she gazes into his eyes. His hand played with the strand of her hair, longer at the time than it is today. He pulls her close with a small smile. And she whispers back his response, thinking, 'All is well.'

"I'm yours" her whispers is quiet, but the words are absorbed within the moment letting it marinate, as this is supposed to be the moment where one does understand that this is how love is supposed to feel. Everything about this feeling was a legendary feeling. It's something you've seen in the Louvre, the paintings of heaven.

Yet.

-

"This is not fair! You can't just keep blowing me off, Bobby!" Her voice raises suddenly, her papers are scattered. Everything goes insane, adding with the finals week pressure. Maybe its her co-dependency that makes it worst or the fact, he didnt care as much anymore.

That was the argument that start it all, and time shows her the reality of when the impressionist paintings she painted in her mind turns into fake.

Everything from heaven turns into hell, they drift away and slowly lose the time they once had. Their heaven breaks apart into something worse, maybe hell is even kinder. Distance, timing, breakdown and fighting filled their once holy space.

And in the end, it's all dying into ashes. She stares at her quiet apartment, the old t-shirt he wore before is over her body, and the feeling of sadness and grief that came from all the love fills her lungs. At night, it gets difficult to breathe.

She never felt this, the existing black hole that replaces all the light and love that once existed. Never before, and she wouldn't want to feel it ever again in the future.

-

And years later, their paths crossed again. She never understands once why it's difficult to let go of the past, and yet she's experiencing it herself.

His blonde hair looks less messy than it once was, his glasses tucked perfectly where she remembered. The sling bag over his body, the ID attached. It's her Bobby. Was.

At that moment, she felt a surge of emotions. Every what-if that could become if they didn't break apart, she wishes she could stop recalling. How they almost reach heaven again. And she wonders if he felt it too, how much it was for her to leave the bed because something counterfeit was dead.

"Hey Ang - I meant..Lya." Bobby immediately corrected himself, which earned her a new expression of pain.

"Bobby." She smiled at him, but it didn't reach the eyes. And he knows it all too well, those years together, they're sewn together. Peas in a pod, each other's PB and J, and it was perfect.

"You look great" he compliments her way, she chopped off her hair as soon as they graduated. The short look was a reminder, of a new beginning. In her mind, perhaps she believed that he would remember how she'd look like before.

She stood by her principles strongly, but she's just a coward who claims herself to be a lion. Because he will always be her weakness, making it easier for her, and that's enough for her to tremble back into his arms. Just like old times, yet it feels different now. Every touch doesn't resemble the love again, yet it feels too good to let go. A momentary type of euphoria that she should have kept buried.

She sat up against the bed, the room was his, and there he was. Sleeping soundly within her arms again, they both know they'll never be the same people they once were again.

"I'll never leave." She remembers the promise years ago with a smile.

-

"Never mind." She murmurs as she takes a quiet step away, telling herself that this is wrong. She shouldn't be doing this, slipping back into her clothes..before she steps out of his place. The way he smells brings a known familiarity, but in the back of her mind, she had to go.

The snow glistens as she steps out of the door, and the familiar black hole that exists once upon a time begins to resurface, the memories, talking rings, and cradles in her dreams. A lifelong dream that they had years back burned into ashes.

The field of dreams that was once created, the picture-perfect imagination she had for them both shatters when she takes the first train to leave. And when the city is out of the picture, a relief sigh fills her lungs, muttering the truth.

She'll always see him as her first love, and at some point, until she is six feet under, he'll be the same person who made his first move during a lecture. Robert Marks, but, this time; she knows it all too well.

"You're the loss of my life."

[diorgirl444]

hiiii, i just stumbled upon your blog and i would LOVE a matchup (i tried doing them once on my page and i realised i suck at it lmao, so i admire that u can write them so nicely )

as for who - id love to be paired with someone from hp universe, any era<3

anywayyyy, im really bad at talking about myself but ill try my best

im an intj, my sun sign is aquarius, 5’6”, im a girl and i go by she/her, im bisexual but id rather be paired with a guy (if you choose a girl its fine as well)

i have blue eyes, short wavy/curly hair, currently dyed red, im pale as fuck (im literally allergic to the sun), curvy and i have lots of tattoos. my style is very inconsistent, i dress comfy but at the same time kinda goth-ish, alternative? i wear black 99% of the time, lots of silver jewellery, i have my nose pierced too:p i also wear glasses

i am very creative, i paint and draw most of the time. occasionally i write fanfics but then i have long breaks because i get burned out really easily. im lazy, which is not so good, but at the same time i mostly get things done. i am a huge animal lover, i have 2 cats and 3 dogs. im an introvert but when im with my closest friends my extravert side comes out. im a huge people pleaser, sometimes its not good for me but i cant help it. my love language is physical touch and acts of service.

i love art, art galleries, old cemeteries, greek mythology, the sky and sunflowers. i also adore the forest and just nature in general. im obsessed with pretty little shiny rocks.

i hate people who have a problem with minorities and are just nasty beings towards others and animals. i also hate spiders and insects of any kind, thats why i will never set my foot in australia.

oh and i also dont like kids. i dont have this “gift” or whatever. i dont know how to talk to them, how to act around them and how to play with them.

as for my aesthetic? i have no idea, but id go for dark academia/gothic vibes.

if you need to know anything else just dm me! xx and thank you in advance, have a lovely night/day! <33

your perfect matchup is 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 💌

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 <3

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 <3

the first time james sees you he’s completely speechless. you’re chatting with marlene about something in class, absentmindedly playing with your hair and he’s just gulping like a fish. because where have you been all his life? truly the universe has been so cruel in keeping you from him!

but he’s suddenly shy. james has had plenty of luck with girls. he’s a flirt by nature. he knows all the right things to say, the ways to sweep them off their feet. that is before he saw you… he’s now well and truly tongue tied. he’s literally like lying in bed at night planning what he wants to say to you next time he sees you. spoiler alert he just gets scared and watches you from across the great hall like this 🧍

but finally he pulls himself together and approaches you the next time he sees you. you’re sat in the back of the library on a window seat reading through a book you found which explains how the greek gods were actually early forms of wizards and witches, very interesting stuff you know? you don’t even notice him lingering over you till he sort of awkwardly coughs and asks “would you recommend it? the - the book i mean would you recommend it?” he asks and he can feel heat creeping up his neck as you nod and smile up at him. “tell me about it!” he practically spits out in the next second. he’s so embarrassing i love him

you agree because he’s cute and everyone’s always talking about what a nice boy james potter is to you. of course you don’t know that they only do that you because they see the way james looks at you but hey what you don’t know can’t hurt you? so you move along on your seat and james shuffles in beside you. the first thing you notice is how he smells like cinnamon, oranges and something slightly earthy that is just so james. the next thing you notice is the way his knee and his shoulder press against yours on the small window seat. it’s warm and intimate and you feel flustered as you start to explain the greek myths to him. he watches you as you speak, watches the way your lashes brush your cheek, watches the way your lips move as you talk.

it’s nice to just be listened to for a change so this becomes your pattern. you see a side to james in these afternoon reading sessions that very few people are privy too. the normally loud and cocky potter is gentle and polite. happy to just sit and watch you devotedly. he makes it so natural too so you forget that you’re introverted, you tell him what your favourite things, things that make you angry, your hopes, your dreams everything. and in that time you start to fall for him. you can’t help it he’s so easy to love. you try to hide this new discovery but its hard to go from telling james everything to keeping such a huge secret from him and so he notices the absence. he doesn’t know what it is but he knows you’re keeping something and so he’s hurt if he’s honest.

so you avoid him. you can’t face the sad puppy look on his face it cuts you up and so you pretend you don’t see him waiting for you in the library, pretend you don’t hear the tapping on your door, or the notes stuffed in your pocket. because hopefully he’ll get bored move on and you’ll get over him. but james potter is determined and so enamoured by you that he’ll try one last time. and so he hides a book in your room. the book is his diary with the pages from all his time with you bookmarked. in it are lists of your favourite things, tiny sketches of you, details on how he feels about you and he ends it with “vicky darling i don’t know what i did but please know i’m eternally sorry. you’ve made a mess of me, i’d do anything to just see you again. don’t you know i love you? if you feel the same meet me at our window seat. if i don’t see you there i will accept that you truly don’t feel the same and i will leave you be. yours forever, james” you find yourself wiping tears as you read it realising how silly you’ve been.

and so with haste you race to the window seat in the library and when you see him there all anxious and shy your heart aches. “ you’ve made a mess of me too james” you say softly as you sit beside him and his face lights up. “can i make it better?” he asks huskily and you nod. his hands cup your face as he leans in and kisses you. he tastes like maple syrup, he smells like spices and he feels like home. it’s perfect and as he walks you back to your dorm with a promise of a date in hogsmede and a soft kiss to your forehead you feel giddy as you lay down under the covers that night because james potter loves you and you love him.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 <3

golden retriever bf! + black cat gf! golden retriever bf! + black cat gf! golden retriever bf! + black cat gf! okay but seriously you two are the epitome of this trope. not because you’re mean but because james is so extroverted and you’re not so much i think it matches the two do you perfectly.

he makes you go watch his quidditch games. 😭 im sorry they’re probably so boring so like you sit with marlene and dorcas to try and make it more palatable but it is probably still so dull. if it makes it any better he does loads of fancy tricks on his broom so that you think he’s cool though it does come off a bit pathetic. don’t worry though because at the end he’ll ride his broom over to you and kiss you while standing on it.

your reading thing doesn’t stop it’s just that now when you read to him he’ll have his arm around your waist and his free hand will trace hearts on the small sliver of skin that peaks out there between your uniform skirt and shirt. he doesn’t actually disturb you though because he finds it so relaxing to hear your voice. if you want to stop him and kiss him though he’s not gonna complain.

he loves visiting cemeteries with you. you offhandedly mentioned once how you were gonna visit one, you didn’t invite him though because you were worried he’d think it was weird. but then he sort of shyly asks “can i come too?” and you laugh and nod. the two of you pack a picnic and spend the whole day exploring the graveyard with each other in quite intimacy. your hands constantly intertwined as you walk, pausing to pay your respect and the long-forgotten names of the people who laid there and occasionally saying hello to the few ghosts that lingered there. you came across one pair which were an old couple who said you reminded them of theirselves when they were your age which makes the tips of james’s ear turn red.

he brings you any nice rocks he finds. sirius gives him the weirdest look when the marauders are sneaking around at night and james bends down to pick a stone up that he thinks you’d like but james just grins and shrugs his shoulders saying “my girl likes them. what can you do?” the marauders smile at that. they’ve never seen james look so lovesick - it’s very sweet.

you two have matching necklaces. i don’t know why but i just feel this in my core. you found them at an antique shop and yours is a silver moon james is gold sun. because of it when the two of you are together everyone calls the pair of you “solar eclipse” 😭 even did it once when she was telling your friend group off. she was like “where’s solar eclipse?” sirius absolutely pissed himself laughing about that.

james gets rid of spiders for you but not before teasing you a bit. that’s just the kinda of guy he is i’m sorry. he’ll get them gone though for you don’t you worry but only if you promise to kiss him as a thank you after.

he writes you love letters weekly. you smile on mondays when his owl flies and drops a cream coloured envelope down on your desk written in james’s scrawling hand. in the letter he incloses what his favourite memories of you he has of the past week be that an outfit he thought was really pretty, a song he heard that made him think of you, or a leaf that he pressed from a forest walk that the two of you went on. he adores you so much it’s unbelievable.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 <3

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

[undercover-monsterlover]

omg hi mootie! (mutual) so as one does i was stalking your page and saw that matchups were open, and i was wondering if i could get a match up for the Marvel Cinematic Universe? :3

i’m female presenting and i use she/her or either they/them pronouns and id like to be matched with a male presenting character.

personality wise im pretty shy around new people at first and when i get to know them i get pretty silly around them. but when in public im pretty reserved and quiet no matter who i’m around. i’m also like super awkward as well 😭 but i’d like to think that im helpful, trustworthy, but also forgetful at sometimes, and maybe a tad bit sassy. also i get tired/sleepy and overstimulated and shut down easily sometimes so-

for hobbies i love drawing even if im not too good at it. and i like occasionally writing stories sometimes and making up my own characters. i love reading comics, cooking, and playing the guitar. i really really love music, music is in my ear almost all hours of the day, i’ll give almost anything a listen (except county) but i especially love the goth, j-rock/v-kei, rock, and a little bit of the indie genres. pastimes include, music obviously, putting on a random movie or tv show, and playing with my cat :3

i don’t think i have too high expectations in a partners personality, just pretty much someone who’s kind, understanding of my habits and personality, someone who’s funny and calm, someone who doesn’t push my boundaries in private or in public. that would be a deal breaker along with my partner judging my interests and the way i look and dress.

appearance wise im 5’7, i have clear glasses and black hair with red dyed tips and a strip of black and rest striped hair (a raccoon tail) i love wearing gothic/ and gothic lolita clothing, black dresses with lace and sometimes with red accents and silver accessories. sometimes i wear a white base of make up and just with simple looking goth makeup, and my hair is slightly teased. and half of the other time i just wear a baggy graphic/band shirt (most of the time it’s a black shirt) and just baggy black pants to go with it.

sorry that this is a bit long- but thank you in advance! i know my requests say that they’re closed but i don’t mind if you sent in a match up request yourself! :3 it would be one of the first requests that i’ll work on if you do so :D if you have any questions for me feel free to message me! have a lovely day, get some rest, thank youuuu

Yay, matchup number 2! No need to apologize for the long ask, that's actually perfect for me to work with. Alright, I'd match you with...

Steve Rogers

Alright, so right off the bat people may be thinking, hmm, odd couple, but wait, let me explain. The dyed hair, goth makeup, gothic clothes, they're definitely not anything like what he knew back before he was frozen. He'll be casting glances out the side of his eyes at you like 👀. And when you make eye-contact briefly, he immediately looks away, embarrassed. He's almost a little intimidated, he doesn't know how to approach you, but when he finally does, and realizes how shy you seem to be, he feels almost guilty for thinking you'd be scary. And when you actually start to become comfortable around him, he really realizes you aren't scary. You're kinda exactly his type.

At first he notices you drawing, and mentally celebrates, because he likes to draw, and isn't that just a perfect way to start up a conversation with a pretty girl! He's definitely not at all subtle when he brings it up, but who cares! He'll let you look through his sketchbook, and ask to see some of your drawings. When he does, he's pleased to see that they are all imbued with that unique...something that drew him to you in the first place.

He seems to make excuses to hang around you all the time now, awkwardly just sort of showing up when you're alone. But hey, at least he's handsome, so you let him. Your music is yet another thing he finds strange and intriguing. J-rock definitely isn't swing, but the more he listens, the more he likes it. (Maybe he just associates with you now, but who knows🤭). And he loves how passionately you just love what you love, making no excuses and accepting no criticism. He was a bit of a shy kid as well, and bullied all through his youth, so it's admirable to him how you don't seem to hide anything from him. You're just so unashamedly yourself, and lucky for you, that's exactly who he likes.

Everything you like is so new and modern to him, but he loves learning about it. He makes a point to remember everything you mention, filing it away to check out later by himself. He doesn't know what an anime is, but he'd love to find out! He soon surprises the rest of his team by conspicuously wearing a goth band tee in place of his usual button down shirts one day. But, taking a note from your book, he makes no attempt to try to validate it to anyone. Not that he needed to anyways, Tony is actually very pleased and amused.

Comics though, that's one thing he can understand. He loved to read them when he was a kid, and even had a few made about him during the war. Unfortunately it's hard to find copies of the comics he used to read, and he downright refuses to let you read any of the comics written about him. Either way, Steve is steadily becoming more and more knowledgeable about the modern world through your influence, which is an incredible disappointment to his teammates who can no longer tease him about it as much.

When you do eventually become an official couple, (he wanted to take things slow with you, he doesn't want to scare you off), he's an absolute gentleman. You'll certainly never have to worry about him pushing your boundaries or limits, he'd hate to make you uncomfortable. In public unfortunately, due to your odd couple appearence, you do get quite a few looks. A goth lolita next to what looks like a very large choir boy tends to turn heads. But he'd rather die than let other people bully you into "normalcy". So any glance that looks more like a judging scowl than surprise is met with a glare, and coming from him, it's pretty effective. He's also a major factor in your style now, he loves to buy you whatever you want, he's got that avengers paycheck to cover it all easily anyways. He may have a tendency to just buy anything with skulls on it, but he's learning, and it's the thought that counts.

In private he's just as much of a gentleman, though perhaps a little more cozy. After a long day or rough fight, he loves nothing more than to plop down on your bed and watch whatever show or movie you have on. If you ever become frustrated or overwhelmed, no worries. Steve will be your rock, and do his best to help you calm down. His tactics include: dropping your cat in your lap, bringing you water or food, or acting as a human weighted blanket. This man was made for comforting someone, just look at those baby blues.

Unfortunately you'll never manage to convince him to dye even a small lock of his blonde hair.

(Hoped you liked this, I'm still trying to figure this matchup thing out! And I will definitely take you up on your offer of a matchup if you'd be so kind 😈)

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Edge of Seventeen - Chapter Four.

Even though I’m a Brit and don’t celebrate it, since it’s Thanksgiving, and I’m thankful for my beautiful audience, I thought I’d surprise update WITH THE SEX CHAPTER! Thanks to all of you who are leaving comments, reviews and reblogging. To those who are just clicking like, can I tempt you into speaking? I don’t bite... ;) 

Previous chapters - One  Two  Three

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,340

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Woah,” Angel exclaimed, walking into Bella’s house behind her at 1am, after she’d played the gig and they’d stayed to hang out and party for a while. “That’s a whole lot of plants.”  

Bella nodded vigorously. “Standard for a botanist hippie!”  

Practically every shelf and surface of the La Jolla beach house was covered in greenery, or things that flowered, creeper vines twisting around lamps, the smell from the many potted specimens perfuming the air, Angel liking how eclectic and cosy it was. “You and your mom have got a real nice place.”

“isn’t it cute?” Bella agreed, opening the fridge and pulling out a couple of beers. “I took the liberty of getting you these earlier. Apparently, my fake ID works just fine at most grocery stores, too!” There were some places that refused it, such as the bar he’d first met her in, but mostly, she got away with it. It was a very convincing one, after all. Looking at least twenty-one did help, though. “You go take a seat; I’m going to jump in the shower. I bet I’ve got disco minge, and that’s the last thing you’ll want to come anywhere near.”

He was so glad he hadn’t yet lifted the bottle of beer to his lips, absolutely cracking up. He understood the colloquialism, of course getting used to her different terms for things now, the phrase disco minge meaning that Bella thought she had a sweaty crotch. He hadn’t been able to breathe for a good ten minutes after he’d first heard her use it. While get got settled on the couch, checking messages on his phone, Bella was up in the shower, panicking.  

“Okay, hair was washed this morning, did the big shave then, too,” she spoke to herself, running a sudsy sponge all over herself, her heart racing. “What if he thinks I’m too skinny? I’ve got knobbly knees, and cellulite on the back of my thighs, although the tan helps with that. Ugh, is that a spot I can feel on my arse? Oh no, it is! I’ve got a spot on my arse!”  

Stomping her foot in the shower cubicle, she rinsed and dried off, wrapping herself in the big, fluffy, grey towel, turning to look at her rear in the full-length mirror, assessing the damage. “Hmm, it’s not that big. I just have to hope he doesn’t notice it. Still, though. Fuck!” Drying off, she smothered herself in lotion, spritzed on some perfume and applied her face moisturiser and a little twist of her cream blush. It was in the shade Orgasm, by NARS. She knew she’d likely be having lots of them that night, should she be able to get over her body hang ups for long enough to enjoy the inevitable.  

Lining her eyes and smearing a little lip balm on, she unfastened her hair from the long side braid she’d worn all evening, ruffling it before putting on a simple black playsuit, forgoing underwear. It was just something else to take off. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was pleased with her appearance, body confidence issues aside. She then stopped, staring at herself for a moment. Angel was crazy about her, this she knew, and absolutely dying to have sex with her. Would a spot on her bum, knobbly knees or a little dimpled flesh really put him off? When everything else between them was so effortless, why shouldn’t sex be, too?  

“I was beginning to think I’d lost you to the plughole,” he commented, standing in the doorway where the French windows opened onto the decking at the rear of the house, enjoying the sound of the sea. “Here, you want some?” Bella thought she’d recognised the slight smell lingering, lighting the candles dotted around the lounge and throwing a fire log on the fireplace, igniting that also. When you were right by the sea, the nights did get chilly.  

“You don’t have to smoke that outside, although I appreciate you for having the manners to do so,” she began, walking over to him and taking the joint. “Mum smokes it, so she wouldn’t mind.” Bella didn’t partake often, on account of the fact she found it affected her voice, but at that moment she did feel like she needed the lowered inhibitions a tad, something to take the lingering edge off her nerves.  

A few little puffs and she felt much calmer, passing it back, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting herself against him, her cheek finding the thick muscle of his chest. Just that alone began to act as a bit of an aphrodisiac to her, Bella suddenly remembering something; in taking off her clothes, she got to see him without his on, too. Naked Angel. That was a sight she’d been quietly anticipating with excitement for the last three weeks.  

“Whatcha thinking about?” he asked, his hand stroking the curve of her waist, glancing up to see the sky looking as if glitter had been tipped out over it. The stars seemed much brighter and more plentiful in La Jolla.  

“Honestly?”  

He laughed softly through his nose. “Wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”

“You, topless.” He laughed throatily, handing her the joint before taking his hoodie off, throwing it onto the nearby armchair, his black vest following shortly after.  

“There, you don’t get to think about it any longer, because it’s right here.” At the sight of his chest and abs in the flesh for the first time, Bella felt something roll through her stomach, a very pleasant flutter.

“Ohhh, blimey.” She took a drag on the joint, and then another, her eyes wide. And then a third. “Bloody hell!” Her continued exclamations made Angel laugh quietly, “So, that’s what two hours a day at the gym looks like, then?” she then commented, handing him the joint back, moving to resume her previous position. Oh, his skin was fucking gorgeous, as well. And he smelled even better with her nose right against him.  

“It is, yeah, that and not eating much bread or sugar, unless very occasionally. No bad carbs, it fucking sucks, but the reaction you just gave me is worth it. I’m sure I’ll have one of my own when you let me take this little thing off of you,” he murmured, kissing her hair, his fingers tugging at the ruched waist of her playsuit. A little bit of worry formed in her tummy again, but she quickly made it subside by looking up at him, stroking his face and pulling him down to her level for a kiss.  

While she enjoyed the sumptuous feeling of his tongue rolling against hers, her fingers delighting in taking a tour of his chiselled muscles, she remembered back to a conversation she and the girls at the salon she had her Saturday job at a few weeks ago, where a regular had been discussing her apprehension over taking the next step in her own relationship. Colourist Gloria had been quick to offer some sage advice. ‘If you’re nervous, take the lead. Believe me, mami, there is nothing that’ll boost your confidence more than turning your man to putty in your hands!’  

And so, she did.  

With their kisses heating up, Bella could feel his cock beginning to stir at the front of his jeans, her nails grazing down over his abs, smoothing her palm over it, Angel grunting softly into her mouth. Her lips left his, kissing his neck, her senses swirling as she began to unfasten his belt and fly, her lips leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the centre of his chest, her hands tugging down his jeans and boxers as she crouched... and then came face to face with...

“Shitting hell!” she exclaimed. “How am I supposed to fit all of that in my mouth?” she then squeaked, Angel humming a chuckle. God, it was big.  

He stroked her hair, his chest quivering when she wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving it a few gentle tugs. “I’m sure you’ll manage.”

And, oh, how she did.  

His mouth dropped open a little as he watched himself vanish between her lips, a rumbled groan echoing from his chest, Bella feeling her jaw muscles at full stretch as she took him back, slithering her tongue along the underside of his shaft before pulling back once more. The warm hug of her mouth had him feeling a coil tighten within, sparking softly, his eyes closing as his head thudded back against the glass panes behind him.  

“Shit, baby,” he croaked, fingers stroking swirls over her scalp as they tangled in her mass of blonde waves. “You give such good head.”  

That kind of compliment did wonders for her confidence, Bella looking up at him, releasing his cock with a little pop, licking the head with a softly indulgent flicker of her tongue, her eyes finding his, watching him intently as she took him back again, sucking with eager gentleness, one hand trailing her fingernails over his abs, the other tickling his balls until he shivered. Feeling him becoming firmer within her mouth gave her the most delicious little shocks of excitement, becoming dewy at her apex, imagining how it would soon feel to have him inside her, her arousal glowing like the moonbeams from above that bathed them in pale silvery blue light out there on the deck.  

That gathered excitement spurred her mouth quicker upon him, her tongue teases becoming more potent, Angel’s hands beginning to tug in her hair as his chest started to rise and fall quicker, his gravelly groans becoming more frequent, her lips tightening, oh, so tight around him. The embers began to crackle, glowing, ever nearing bursting into flame, Bella sensing it, speeding her mouth up until she felt him pulsing between her lips, shooting his load onto her tongue with a guttural grunt as his hips swayed forward, swallowing back every last hot spurt, and looking very proud of herself as she licked her lip and grinned, picking up his bottle of beer from beside him and taking a big swig.  

He pulled her to standing, kissing her madly, stripping himself naked, his hands lowering the straps of her playsuit, pushing it down, pulling back to look at her as she stepped from the puddle of fabric gathered at her ankles. “Wow.” He kissed her again, arms tightening around her, walking her back into the house. They made it as far as the big, comfortable couch, entwining with one another, Bella feeling herself truly blooming beneath him.  

Suddenly, her slenderness, the spot on her bum, or her knobbly knees and cellulite didn’t matter. He thought she was stunning, and his kisses conveyed that, and so much more. The naked press of his skin to hers was more exhilarating than she could either imagine or describe, his weight upon her exquisite, Angel shifting down, teasing her nipples with soft sucks and hungry nibbles as he stroked her sides, blindingly aroused by her. She shivered beneath each kiss, his tongue trailing over the tattoos below her left breast, the rose upon her hip, her little strip of pubic hair, before she felt those licks part her folds, gasping, her thighs widening on instinct.  

Overcome by lust, he ate at her sloppily to begin with, greedy indulgence overtaking him as he sucked and licked at her, before finding a little focus, parting the petals of her cunt with his fingers and introducing his tongue to her clit in long, sweeping strokes, her sighs of bliss beautiful to him. Bella lay there absolutely staggered, never experiencing anything like that before in her life with a man. Well, she guessed that was because he was exactly that, a man, not a boy with zero clue over how to truly arouse a woman. She had the sense too, that Angel wasn’t just doing this for her, because he felt he had to. He was doing it for him, too, because he wanted to.

The difference between the two couldn’t have been further apart, and oh, how it showed, each lick advancing the charge of glimmers sweeping below her skin, her nerves tingling, her clit bathed in the wet heat of each swirling lick ceaselessly, until she was crying out unashamedly.  

“You enjoying yourself up there?” he asked, pausing to kiss her inner thigh, his lips then wrapping around her clit and sucking until his cheeks hollowed.

“Fuck yes! Oh my god, Angel! Mmmmm, you’re gonna ruin my pussy with your mouth,” she purred, her hands fisted tight in his hair, panting with the kind of soft little cries that had his cock bobbing almost aggressively with the need to be inside of her. 

“Yeah, you like that, baby? Like having this pretty little bud sucked on hard, like it when I fucking eat you alive?”  

At that point, she was so pleasure shocked, she could barely form thought, let alone words. “Yes, ohhhh! Please don’t stop!”

He looked up at her, letting go of his hard suck upon her slick, sweet holds. “I ain’t stopping until you cum all over my tongue, querida.” Those words added to the little pricks of pleasure pattering down her spine, his tongue flickering rapidly at her swollen clit, dark eyes glinting at her, the firelight catching the chocolate brown of his irises, making him look impossibly gorgeous to her.  

The rolling pleasure began to tumble faster, gathering momentum, like an avalanche rushing through her body, nerve endings bathed in the chilling heat of frost and fire as she clutched his head, her shaking legs tightening, crying out over and over as it hit her strongly. Not even she had made herself cum that hard before, nor her toys, nor anybody else. She felt as if she’d been pulled headlong into whirlpool, the force of it claiming her, spinning her in its rotations, Bella incoherent as she mumbled her demands.

“Fuck me, Angel. I need you inside me, please.” Her voice, her eyes, they were full of need, the spearing of his cock as he kissed his way back up her returning her from her catatonic state, kissing him with blinding need as he stroked her neck, burying himself within her to the hilt again and again. “Oh god,” she mewled, bowled over, her mouth falling open. “Fuck! Your dick is so... fucking big!”  

He grinned, scattering kisses over her chest. “Damn, baby. You should see how hot you look split around it, too. Fuck me, you feel amazing.” Leaning to her, they shared kisses of pure syrupy sin, the thick of him trawling the hot, tight clutch of her walls, Bella reaching between them, stroking his cock as it cut through her effortlessly. “You like that, pretty girl? Like feeling how wet I’ve gotten you?”

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking them. “I like tasting how much, too.” Fire. Pure fucking fire ran through him. Damn, she was dirty, and he loved it. Reaching beneath her, he lifted her body, sitting back on his heels, bouncing her on his cock, hands grasping her shoulders before smoothing down her back sensually, sharing kisses gilded in embers and sugar, feeling drunk on her.  

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Bella moaned, her head tipping back, his lips gliding torridly over her throat. “I love you.”  

Fuck. The words had just tumbled out before she’d had chance to process them. Before she could truly spiral into panic, though...

“I love you too, my baby. So much.” He loved her. He loved her! She could have squealed with joy, but instead, chose fluttered gasps as the head of his cock scraped deliciously against her sweet spots, rutting her deep.

The rise and fall of their bodies was akin the cresting of the waves in the nearby sea, Bella absolutely blown away by the intimacy, the divinity of it. This was the kind of sex she thought only existed in stories, too perfectly passionate to extend to reality, her reality too, no less.  

How could he be this perfect?

The all-encompassing heat of him and the moment they shared rocked her to her very foundations, her bones sizzling in utter ecstasy as she rocked against him, Angel’s hands stroking paths of sweeping tingles over her soft skin.

Her walls throbbed with the sweetest flush of pleasure, his cock evoking swells of molten bliss, Bella grinding down on him faster, her nerves in symphony, the sounds of her ass pounding off his thighs filling the room.

He groaned deep, a barbarous rumble that made her insides fizz. “Fuck, Bella. You ride dick so goddamned well,” he began in praise, kissing her. “Mmm, gotta slow it down, though. Don’t wanna cum yet.” Tightening his arms around her, he stood up, eyes scanning the room for some bare, un-embellished wall, carrying her over to the patch just where the kitchen opened up, winding his arms beneath her thighs, grasping her ass and keeping her spread as he began to roll his hips against her, every last inch of his cock slipping into the sumptuous, saturated hug of her cunt, but slow. So slow.

Each thrust had ecstasy sizzling through her veins, her cries feral, the physical of what she felt demonstrated by her nails imbedding in his back, tearing down, leaving raspberry swellings across his tattooed flesh, Angel thriving on her reaction to the sublimity of his fuck.

“Damn, I’ve never heard a woman wail like that before, shit,” he muttered, teeth leaving little pink crescents on her neck.

Her eyes widened. “Sorry, am I too loud?”

He laughed softly, tongue swiping up her delicate throat. “Hell no, you get as loud as you want to, baby girl. Fucking turns me on so damned much.” And so she did, as she was continually railed against the wall with devastating finesse, the slow, deep and hard trawl of Angel’s cock sending pleasure skittering throughout her entire body. It rolled over her like a fog, her lips returned to his, those indulgent kisses all fire and honey, his hands gripping as he held her spread, adding a little more speed. God, he was too good.  

It was the kind of sex she knew she’d quickly come to crave, his praise over how amazing she felt around him, how much he loved her, the exalting of her beauty making her heart skip beats, shaken by his words, grasping at his shoulders as he gave in to the wild desire to pound her senseless. It felt sharp-edged as it gathered within her, the coil tightening before it snapped, consuming bliss throbbing through her entire body as he spilled into her deeply, grunting with exertion, the culmination a sweep of liquid velvet pouring through them, ebbing away slowly, leaving them shattered, yet dreamy with satisfaction.  

Well...

“Please don’t tell me I’ve possibly just knocked you up.”  

Her laugh boomed through the house. “So eloquent, Angel.”  

“But have I, though?”

His sudden worry over something that he hadn’t really given a shit about prior to blowing his load was hugely entertaining to her, Bella knowing already that such was very much a part of Angel. Act first, panic later. “No, you haven’t. I’m on the pill, but I swear to Christ, if you’ve given me anything that’s going to make my fanny drop out, I’ll chase you with a bloody hammer.”  

It was his turn to laugh then, once again humoured by her language so different to his. Fanny meant someone’s ass in America, but Bella’s usage of the word referred to what was still twitching gently around his cock. “Nah, I’m all good. Surprising, really, given my former status as an utter man whore.”  

“Former?” she asked as he let her down, her nails stroking over his chest.  

He rested his forehead to hers, kissing her tenderly. “Of course, former. There’s only one woman for me now.”  

Hearing that was perhaps more thrilling than him giving her the best sex of her life.  

[zoroara]

March Squalo Redraw 31 of 31!   

The final shark of my challenge!! It’s been a fucking ride guys and I’m so proud of being able to do all of these. If you’re wondering what’s goin on with his eyes I just like making characters eyes match their flame colour when they’re feeling real intense. Sorta like what Tsuna’s eyes do in Hyper dying will mode. This is another one of those times though where I think again about the fact, that Squalo didn’t have to cross any ocean given the whole mission he was in was in italy. But instead he decided to cross 2 oceans and an entire continent JUST to go to Japan. sir. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING. I can’t even say “oh it was probably that little bit between. No no it fucking SPECIFIED IT WAS IN THE PACIFIC OCEAN.(A little more on that under the cut too) See you guys next month with Lussuria~

Also if you’re interested in Submitting for other Varia members for me to redraw in their months you can check what I still need (here~)  

The Image I redrew is under the cut, just to keep the post small.

[ID: 1: A full colored digital fanart of Superbi Squalo from ten years later, from the manga and anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

He bursts a door happen, using his hand with his sword, drawn out of his prosthetic hand. He looks to the side, frowning deeply and shouting, looking furious. He wears his hood, water on his face, his hair fluttering to the side as if under a strong wind.

2: The reference panel from the manga.

3: A black and white image of a stormy sea with waves crashing. There is text that says “The pacific Ocean”.  /End ID] IDs are courtesy of @hopeswriting​!

Bitch you got lost on the way here, there’s no reason you would have to cross an ocean. Also the very panel that it specified.

NOT ONLY THAT HE HAD TO MAKE SURE THAT IT WAS GOING TO JAPAN. SQUALO WHAT IS YOUR DAMN GAME PLAN.

[sheneedsrocknroll92]

I have been thinking of that scene from the movie Detroit Rock City (one of my favorites), where Hawk goes to a strip club, “for women”, and he’s going to enter a contest to win 100 bucks or something like that, cause he NEEDS the money to buy a Kiss concert ticket. 

BUT MAKE IT EDDIE MUNSON.

It could go something like this:

Eddie is dying to see his favorite band (Metallica, Wasp, Dio, Slayer, pick whichever you want), but he doesn’t have enough money, he still needs a few dollars to buy it, and he gets to a scalper and this one offers him a front row ticket for 90 bucks, Eddie only has 40, they’re standing right in front of the strip club, and the scalper tells him that if he can “shake his wee wee” he could get 100 bucks, and then he could buy the ticket. Eddie is like “Man, I don’t like to dance or I don’t how to do that” you know, all shy, but the scalper is like “Dude, just do it, don’t you wanna be in front of one of the best bands in the world, passing a joint with the other people, having beautiful women around you, feeling that happiness?”, and Eddie is like “Dude, you’re right?! I need to go to that concert! Please, save that ticket for me, man.” and he goes to the strip club, in this he doesn’t need a fake ID cause he already has his real one.  

So he enters the strip club, he goes directly to the bar, and the barman is this really nice muscular blonde guy, with no shirt. Eddie tells him that he wants to enter the contest, the barman is like “You’re too skinny, but it can work. What kind of music do you want for your dance?”, Eddie just tells him that he wants something from a Heavy Metal band. Eddie asks for a beer, Ricky (the barman) gives him a strange drink that Eddie has never seen, at least not like that, Ricky tells him that “The lady at the end of the bar sends him his love”, Eddie turns around and he sees this amazing (older than him) blonde gorgeous woman who just smiles at him, he says “Jesus H. Christ! Cheers” to her, she says it back, then we see Eddie spitting the whole drink on the bar while he says “What is that?! It’s disgusting!” and the gorgeous blonde woman just laughs at him in a really sweet way, thinking how cute he is.

Then we see the host of the club announcing the next contester, “The next contester has a name that could only hint of what he has under his pants. Please, welcome, The Munster!” And Eddie, even though is already drunk and dizzy, immediatly knows it’s him, he starts to get all nervous, he tells Ricky that he can’t do it, but Ricky says to him “Come on, I know you can do it, think of why you really wanted to do this in the first place!”, and Eddie just smiles and tells him “Yeah man, this is for Metallica, Wasp, etc!”, so he just puts his arms on the air, everybody in the club starts to cheer for him, and he goes to the stage.

----- Now, the next scene is where Hawk, being all drunk, gets to the stage and cause he gets all dizzy, he pukes all over the stage while everybody sees him in a disgusting way lmaoooo, Idk if I would like to see Eddie like that, but it could be so fun lol. ----

Eddie is already on the stage, waiting for them to play some Heavy Metal, thinking it could be Black Sabbath, Wasp, Iron Maiden, but then “Strutter” by Kiss starts to play, Eddie looks so confused but decides that it would work (I have this headcanon that the first –Heavy Metal- band that Eddie loved was Kiss when he was a kid/tennager, but then he moved on to heavier bands, specially after their album Dynasty lol). So we see Eddie putting his hair up on a messy bun and starts to dance in a messier way, but he starts to feel sexy cause all the women in there starts to cheer for him. He takes off his jacket, and starts to makes sexy movements with it between his legs then he throws it to the audience, he takes off his shirt and tries to make movements to show as if he had “muscles”. He starts to undo his belt, and shows the front of his boxers, and we see that right in front of them there’s a drawing of the face of a dragon showing a very long tongue and sharp teeth while all the women goes crazy. He takes his pants off, well tries cause he realises that he’s still wearing his reeboks, so he tries to take them off, while he’s still trying to dance and look sexy, but then he trips and falls from the stage, everything goes silence while everybody is just looking at him on the floor.

Then, we see him and the rest of the contesters waiting for the host to announce the winner. The winner is announced and it’s obviously not Eddie. He leaves the stage really bumped out, cause he didn’t got the money for the ticket. He’s about to leave the club when that gorgeous blonde woman goes to him and tells him “Hey, don’t be sad! The night’s still young and full of posibilities. And I’ll be glad to spend some money on you if you’re able to spend some time on me”, she smiles at Eddie, he looks confused, but leaves the club with the beautiful woman.

  I need a fanfic with this or fanart, something!!!! Lol If anyone wants reference look for the scenes on Youtube or send me a dm. Anyway, I’m not a writer AT ALL, so this is the best I can do, and it's pretty much all how the whole scene actually is, I just changed a few things lol :P

*(BTW yeah, I know my english sucks, I know lol)

[purplesurveys]

1688

Any recent purchases? I got sooooooooo much pasalubong from my Thailand trip that I’ve barely spent anything on my current Malaysia trip, lol. But besides vacation expenses, the last big purchase I did was my new sneakers.

Have you ever thought about giving up on life completely? Well yes, many times. I wasn’t exactly the healthiest person mentally not too long ago.

Have you seen the entire Harry Potter series? Nope. I haven’t finished any of the movies, then book-wise I stopped at around the fifth book.

Do you still have both of your parents? I do.

Do you live very far away from Kansas? VERY far.

Do you enjoy cuddling? Sure, it’s cute. I haven’t done it in a while though.

Do you play video games? Just basic, family-friendly ones. I can never finish those that actually have a storyline, aka a good 90% of video games haha; I leave that skill to my sister and dad.

How many colors are in your hair right now? I just had it dyed earlier this month so the purple is still extremely dominant and vibrant and I don’t see much black growing back just yet.

Do you have your full license yet? As opposed to an...incomplete(?) license? Hahaha in any case yes I have my driver’s license. Kinda need it on me at all times as I drive a lot and you never know what establishments would ask an ID from me.

Do you have the same color eyes as your mother? Yes. Well all Filipinos have dark brown eyes anyway, so it’s not like we have a lot of wiggle room as far as physical features.

Does your significant other boss you around a lot? I’m not seeing anyone.

Do you prefer winter or summer? I wanna pick out winter even though I’ve never experienced it, just because I like feeling cold and I know what summer feels like (aka not pleasant).

Do you know anyone who has overdosed? Hmm. I don’t think so. Maybe just from gossip that goes around but I’ve never been invested to care or to stalk deep enough to figure out if it’s true.

Are you a fan of PDA (public displays of affection)? It’s whatever. I have the choice to look away if I think the couple looks gross. Otherwise, you do you. Love away!

Have you ever been put to sleep for surgery? I have not, and the thought terrifies me. What do you mean they’ll slice me open and I won’t even feel it? 😭

Where are your siblings as of now? They’re in their respective rooms in our Airbnb, most likely sleeping as it is currently 1:40 AM.

What color shirt are you wearing as of now? It’s white.

What is your favorite class? I’m not in school anymore but I always looked forward to history. Back in college I had a bit of freedom in terms of electives I could choose, and I made it a point to make most of them history majors classes, hehe.

Are you in love with someone right now? Nopes.

Can you speak any other languages than the one you’re fluent in? I’m fluent in both English and Filipino. I can understand extremely basic spoken Spanish and Korean, but I’d be a lot better reading either language.

Do you take a lot of photos? Nah. The only time I whip out my phone camera is if I’m going through an extremely new experience, which doesn’t happen a lot anyway. Topline examples: my Yoongi concert and ongoing vacations in Thailand + Malaysia.

When you were little, did you think band-aids healed everything? Yes. And the Asian way of healing wounds and bruises – blowing on them, lol.

Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? Not at all.

Where do you download music from? I use Spotify; I haven’t downloaded music in more than a decade.

Have you ever cheated on someone before? Never.

Have you ever attempted suicide? Yes more times than I can count.

Do you know what ‘irony’ means? Yes, but I will say the word sometimes still confuses me...it’s the reason I just opt to never use it in sentences hahahaha.

How many pillows do you normally sleep with? Two is more than enough.

Do you lose your remote often? I don’t really use remotes anymore. I can control stuff using my phone anyway.

Have you ever skipped class before? Yeah, mostly in college. If the class felt like a chore more than anything, I usually didn’t hesitate to cut if I felt lazy.

Are you a regular school skipper? I wouldn’t say I was a regular skipper, though I did have my fair share of cuts. In my school you had a max number of cuts before the prof failed you, and in most cases it was like 6 cuts per class – and for each class, I just budgeted those cuts across the semester. Like I never went over, but I didn’t waste those free absences either hahaha.

Do you have any Pay-per-View channels? No, we haven’t even had cable since the pandemic. We canceled our subscription and ever since then we’ve just been using YouTube, Netflix, and Disney+ to watch stuff on the TV.

Who, in your life, makes you feel discouraged? Nobody.

When was the last time you went bowling? Years ago.

Do you ever suspect your significant other of lying to you? Don’t have one.

Are you expected to help fix Thanksgiving dinner? I don’t celebrate that.

Is there anything bothering you right now? It’s our last day in Malaysia and everything goes back to normal for me tomorrow...eugh. The feeling is gross. My overall trip (including my stay in Bangkok) the last two weeks taught me a couple of things about how to live my life though...here’s hoping that feeling will be sustained even well after I’ve returned to Manila.

Would you like to talk to someone about it? No, I would rather process it by myself.

Do you live by any major bodies of water? Yeah, the Pacific Ocean + West Philippine Sea.

Do you tend to make the first move in a relationship? Historically, yes. I am not opposed to doing so again.

Do you spend a lot of time with family? As much as I can, especially when my dad is home.

How many times have you been to Disney World, if any? None.

Have you ever lost anyone close to cancer? Yes.

Have you ever been accused of being on drugs when you weren’t? Never.

Do you have a more quiet or loud voice? I use my louder voice more often, but I definitely know how to whisper. I point this out because I know so many people who only know how to speak loudly and seem to not know how to modulate their voice lol.

Do you personally know anyone who is transgender? Yes.

When was the last time you got a shot? Last April when I was getting followup shots after Cooper bit me in the face.

Can you play any instruments? If so, what are those instruments? Nope.

Do you have any diseases? No.

Have you ever been into a car accident? Yeah but they’ve all been relatively minor. I have never gotten hurt, fortunately.

[imraespace]

HIIHIHI daily chekcin but iam sick

my throat is killingme and i will porbbaly get a feever in a few hours BUUUTT TITSOKAY. HOW ARE YOU POOKEIEIE

i actuallt woke up at 8 am but ive been in bed bc everytbing hurts

i would love to just stay in bed the entire time but i have to lock in on chem and whatever else i have bc monday comes and its over

im hoping i feel better by tuesday bc picture day for our id (??? IDK WHAT ITS CALLED ITS KINDA ALSO LIKE A LIBRARY CARD HELP) is on thursday and friday 💔 i hope i dont look sick bc i need to dye my hair again

MY HAIR COLOR IS LIKE SAES RN BC MY PINK FADED AND I NEED A HAIRCUT SO BAD UGHHH WHATEVER ITS OKAY GUYS

i will now get up and out of bed but dailt question time 😈😈

which bllk character would get sick easily 💔

- 🐙

HII NOO I hope you get better I'll ship chicken soup to you bc.. idk sick ppl drink chicken soup! I'll ship my mints as well!!

IM HUNGRY actually I haven't eaten for the day bc idk I'll probably go eat later

AW I hope you get the strength to do your studies battle the sickness egoist!!

APPARENTLY MY SCHOOL WANNA DO AN ID AS WELL so we have picture day coming soon idk when.

OMG deezer talks abt dying her hair and I'm so salty BC I CANT HAVE COLORED HAIR FOR SCHOOOLUHH🤬🤬🤬 have to be black but my hair is literally brown so IF I PUT BLACK BRAIDS IN MY HAIR IT WILL LOOK STUPID but someone got in trouble for having brown braids so.. stupid ass school😒 what the fack the colored hair gonna do? ruin the schools reputation🙄🙄🤨😒 they always say it's bc of the uniform and we wear the achool logo BUT YOY HAVE A TEACHER WALKING AROUND WITH GREEN BROCCOLI HAIR? I don't even understand their thinking.

but your hair sounds yummy (whag) sae kinda reminds me of cotton candy so!

nagi will probably get sick easily!

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS Fall - Chapter 24 - Part 2

BOOK TWO: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Noah Wright

Why would Sam keep something like that from me?

We both promised to be real with each other and never lie to each other.

Yet, he lies and keeps a huge secret from me?

About my mom?

Meeting up with my friends for my birthday didn't even cross my mind and I ended up in a bar after my long walk.

Either my fake ID looked legit or the bouncer didn't care.

I'm almost positive it was the latter.

When I sat down on a stool at the bar, I ordered a shot of 'Spiritus Vodka' before glancing around, taking in the scene.

The bar was packed with guys and girls dancing to techno music with rainbow lights flying around.

Then I noticed a rainbow flag and that the guys were grinding on guys and the girls were grinding on girls 'This was a gay bar? Convenient' and that's when I spotted a guy eyeing me from five seats over.

I sighed and pulled my cell-phone out of my pocket when I felt it vibrating nonstop.

A picture of Sam shone through the screen with a green icon telling me to answer his phone call.

Tilting my head back, I downed my drink, letting the liquor burn down my throat.

I declined Sam's call.

I looked back over and noticed the guy, who was eyeing me earlier, was still sitting alone.

I checked him out.

He's good looking.

Not stunning like Sam but definitely easy on the eyes.

He's wearing ripped jeans with a tight black shirt that hugged him in all the right places and a jean jacket.

His hair was dark brown, basically black, with dyed highlights streaking through it.

He was sporting a nose ring and had three piercings total, in his ears.

One stud in his left ear and two in his right.

I ordered two more shots and slid five stools over until I was sitting next to him.

"Take a shot with me?" I asked and I glided a drink towards him.

He smirked.

"Do I get to know the name of the attractive guy I'm about to take a shot with?" he pondered.

"Noah," I said as I held out my hand to shake.

"Wesley," he told me, shaking my hand then gave the drink a questioning look.

"You didn't roofie it, did you?" but his tone was teasing.

"You've been watching me since I sat down, I think you would've seen me put something into the glass."

"Touche. In my defense, it's hard not to look at you."

I smirked.

"If you're gonna continue flirting with me, the least you could do is take a shot with me."

Grinning, Wesley picked up the glass I offered him and raised it.

I lifted my glass up.

"Cheers," I said then clanked his shot glass to mine.

We both downed our drinks.

Wesley cringed at the burning taste.

When the bartender walked by, I ordered a vodka cranberry for me then looked over at Wesley as if asking what he wanted.

"Ah, the same thanks," he said, so I ordered a second one.

We received our drinks rather quickly and started talking and drinking.

Talking with Westley was so effortless, I forgot why I was upset in the first place but maybe that was because the effects of the drinks were hitting me especially after my second Vodka cranberry.

I grabbed his hand and brought us to the dance floor, which wasn't crowded yet considering it was only past seven.

Wesley told me they do a drag show at nine, so I was sure more people would start piling in soon.

Nonetheless, I grabbed his waist and let him press his ass against my crotch as we danced to the music.

I was much taller than him at my 6'3" height.

I don't know how long we danced but eventually, Wesley grabbed my hand and pulled me to the side, a little ways from the incoming crowd.

"So what are you doing at a bar all alone?" Westley asked me, his hands tugging at the front of my shirt.

"I thought I'd clear my head a little," I explained vaguely.

"Really?"

He moved closer and moved his hand lower to the waistband of my pants.

I didn't stop him.

"I can help you with that," he whispered in my ear.

I smirked.

"That's very tempting but I have a feeling you'd mess my head up even more," I shouted over the music.

"There's only one way to find out," Wesley murmured as he leaned in to kiss me but I turned my face so he ended up kissing my cheek.

"Sorry," I whispered but I wasn't sure that he heard me over the base of the music.

Westley sighed in disappointment.

"It's okay. Who is he?" he asked.

I groaned and covered my face with my hands feeling embarrassed for leading this guy on while I'm in a committed relationship with someone.

Not just someone, Sam.

"His name is Sam. We've been dating for just over a year and a half and I found out he was keeping a secret, a big secret, from me. So that's why I'm at this bar, drinking and falsely leading on a very attractive guy," I looked back up at him.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Hey," he placed his hand on mine briefly, this time in a non-sexual way.

"It's okay. I mean, it sucks, cause I was really hoping I could bring you home tonight but it's okay," he reassured me which made me feel like more of an ass because of how nice he was being about this.

"Plus, I have a feeling this 'Sam' guy wouldn't appreciate me bringing you home."

Then Westley held out his hand.

"Give me your phone," he demanded.

"Uh? What for?"

"Trust me?"

I sighed, unlocked my phone then gave it to him.

I didn't know why, I had only just met him but I still felt like I could trust him.

Or at least my intoxicated self felt like Westley was trustworthy.

He typed something in, took a picture of himself and after a minute or two, handed me back my phone.

"I added my number but also texted your boyfriend to come pick your sexy drunk ass up. I assumed it was 'My Sam' that's cute."

I looked at my messages and sure enough, a message sent from my phone to Sam's, texted him my location and asked to pick me up.

I looked back up at him.

"Thanks," I said.

Westley gave me a small smile.

"I don't know what secret he kept from you but if you love him, don't let this ruin an almost two year relationship," and with that, Westley left, disappearing in the mix of people.

[lesbian-batman]

[ID: Photographs of pages from the source text.

Alice Y. Hom

In the Mind of An/Other

I often wonder what white lesbians think when I walk into a lesbian nightclub. Am I the first Asian Pacific lesbian they have seen? Do I exist in their minds? Do they see me as an exotic sex kitten or as a submissive/passive plaything as perpetuated and manipulated by the media? Do the stereotypes of Suzy Wong, of prostitutes, and of geisha girls in the mainstream heterosexual world become transposed and translated into the dyke world? Do the images of an obedient domestic or meek, unassertive girl come to mind? Am I a tasty treat - dim sum to be sampled and an hour later they are hungry again? Do they see me as butch, femme, or androgynous? As a woman of color does that mean I am a better lover than my white counterpart? Will my exoticism make her come better? Maybe they are surprised to see me because Asian Pacific women stereotypes are so ingrained in the heterosexual context that Asian Pacific lesbians do not even come to mind. Considering the power of social conditioning it would not surprise me if the stereotypes about Asian Pacific women are internalized and believed by lesbians.

What do they think?

Once my Korean dyke friend and I were accosted by a white lesbian at Crystal Images, a Connecticut lesbian bar. We are minding our own business, watching the women dance and my vision is temporarily blocked by a woman with her hands in a prayer position, bowing and murmuring, "An-yo." We stare blankly at her and she asks if we understand Korean. "All Asians look alike," was the thought that raced through my mind. "No, I've been colonized and led to believe that English is the only acceptable language. So much so that I cannot hold a decent conversation with my parents in Chinese." She went on to say that she had some Asian friends and that they were "just the cutest things, small and dainty like China Dolls." "Fuck you!" flashed through my mind. I went to this bar to be empowered with other lesbians and I was disappointed. I did not have that validating experience I sought. I was not in the mood to educate (I'm tired of educating white women). I did not want to waste my breath on unhearing ears.

What did she think?

When I am in a lesbian club or bar I am always scoping. If I am not dancing, I like to watch. I take it all in with a sweeping glance, the sweaty, undulating clothed and black lace bra clad bodies on the stage and dance floor swaying to the backbeat of house music. It is another world, far away from the dry, sterile, mainly heterosexual academic environment that I live and breathe during the day. I feel good to be in this atmosphere of women prancing, pressing and thrusting at each other, arms and legs touching everywhere. My face is flushed with energy and streaked with sweat as two women sandwich me, laughing and losing balance as they freak with me. We fall to the floor like dominoes, my back leaning against one and the other on top. A new position. My eyes wander to a short-haired woman, skimming over the torn jeans cuffed above big black shoes and white T-shirt neatly tucked in by the big black belt and covered by the ubiquitous black leather jacket. She looks like me. I notice all the short-haired women - black, brown, red, grey, and blonde and dyed. My fetish for short hair is well-known amongst my friends. They tease me about it because they say that I want to go out with myself. An element of narcissism always pops up in same sex couplings.

What do I think?

I ventured into Girl Bar, a Los Angeles lesbian club, for the first time and saw around twelve lesbians of color out of 100, which made me sort of happy. At least there was a representation of color. Creamy-white clubs make me feel uncomfortable and different. I saw another Asian Pacific lesbian and we looked at each other but that was it. Did she see me as competition? Did she turn away for fear of being identified with another Asian Pacific lesbian? Did she think she was the only Asian Pacific lesbian, as I sometimes have felt when I go to new places? Was she happy to see me, as another sister in the sometimes white, alienating dykedom? I am always excited when I see another Asian Pacific lesbian because it makes me feel less lonely. I realize that there are others like me who face similar experiences. Yet, I was afraid to approach her because of my own insecurity. Many of us are caught in the process of de-colonizing our minds that have been fucked up by dominant society and culture. Internalized self-hate causes some Asian Pacific lesbians to turn away or run when they encounter other Asian Pacific lesbians.

What does she think?

The majority of lesbian literature and culture portrays only white lesbians. Sappho is nice but she does not represent me. Images of lesbians of colour are minimal. Even when we are represented (see the November/December 1990 issue of On Our Backs with Kitty Tsui) there is a distinct reification of her exotica in that erotica. The caption highlighted her great popularity with the readers. I read it as proof that Kitty is seen as an exotic "other." A double invisibility shrouds the Asian Pacific lesbian. Although snow queens and rice queens are more visible in gay clubs, I would argue that there are snow dykes and rice dykes out there in lesbianland. My Asian dyke friend does not go out with other Asians. She does not find them attractive because she grew up in a white neighborhood believing that she was not attractive. Self-contempt is "natural" for the lesbian of color given the dominant culture's overpowering influence in all aspects of our lives. Media, books, magazines, schools, and people interact to create a system where dominant culture (read white) remains in power. It is a common sight to see Asian Pacific lesbians at clubs and rallies, where we notice each other but we actively and consciously remain distant. We mirror each other, but we are afraid to look in. We are magnets that should be attracted to each other, but we are polarized.

What do we think?

I go home and my mom comments on my short hair. She says in Chinese that I look like a boy. In the same breath, she presses the same old line that I should only go out with Chinese boys. My oldest sister echoes her sentiments. "I bet you have a lot of white boyfriends," says she. "No way!" I answer honestly, smirking and throwing a knowing glance to my other sisters that know. Will they accept a nice Chinese girl? My family knows that I am different, especially from my appearance. I get insinuating remarks about my genderfuck look but my sexuality is never questioned. I walk in greeting my mother's friends and they exclaim in unison Chinese, "Oh, so this is the daughter that has been away to college. She is so pretty and smart." But I catch their eyes scrutinizing my butch/androgynous attire and I see their surprise as I am introduced as a daughter and not a son.

What do they think?

An Asian Pacific lesbian faces an alienating lesbian community and a hostile Asian Pacific community. The Asian Pacific community denies her existence and the lesbian community does not validate her existence. I am homeless. I want acceptance from both communities. I want both communities to understand my experience. I cannot separate the various identities that I possess in order for approval. Both communities must realize and acknowledge that Asian Pacific lesbians have played an active role in shaping and implementing their agendas. And tokenism will not be accepted. While I am waiting for both communities to get their respective acts together, I am finding empowerment and validation in Asian Pacific lesbian groups and with other lesbians of color. We look to each other for support and guidance.

What do you think?

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Source: The Very Inside; An Anthology of Writing by Asian and Pacific Islander Lesbians and Bisexual Women - Edited by Sharon Lim-Hing

[puppypawprince]

I need more reasons to dress up as characters other then Halloween

[scarlettriot]

Along for the Ride PT 6

Pairing: KirishimaxF!Reader

Summary: A fun day on the town ends with a stressful visit from a member of your family.

Contains: Kirishima and Reader both come from very well-off families. Plus-Sized Reader with dyed hair. NB OC. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort. Angst. Anxiety Break. Both Kiri and Reader get a little defensive over each other in their own ways.

Warnings: TW: Manipulative Family Relationships. TW: Body Image Issues. TW: Anxiety Problems & Self-Doubt. 18+ ONLY, minors, leave.

A/N: Finally getting back in the swing of things! Thanks for being here for part six! I don't know why but I feel like making it to six is a big milestone for some reason! NOT ME ALSO REALIZING THIS IS MY LAST FIC OF 2021 AND NOW I'M EMOTIONAL TOO! WTF!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Tags: @lastroseofspring @black-bhabie-2000 @meadow-arts @sarahschance @otomesunshine @mistyfoxsong @lil-pine-mha-drabbles @georgettesand @sleepynaya @requi-escence@silverhairsimp @swirrley - Thank you so very much for sticking with me through this!

W/C: 4,450

“What next?” Eijiro asked. He had two brown paper bags held in his right hand, filled to the brim with gifts for your friends. He always loved bringing back little surprises whenever he had to go away for missions and apparently, this mission was no different.

In his left hand though, he held a steaming mug of apple cider that the two of you had been sharing. Burning your tongues for the last ten minutes wondering what magic had been cast on it to still make it scalding hot.

After a filling breakfast, you decided to come to the picturesque town looking for a way to pass the day away. You had many a childhood memory from the place but enjoying it with Eijiro, showing him the shops and little historic town facts, that made for a whole new experience. You were on your third lap around now, each time finding a shop you’d missed, or a new activity to try.

“I wanted to stop in the sweets shop before heading back, that okay?”

“Do you really think I’m going to say no to a place that sells chocolate by the pound?” He looked down at the cup in his hand, “You go ahead of me though, I’m gonna see if I can get some ice to cool this off faster.”

He walked back off in the direction of the cart while you ducked into the shop. A middle-aged woman greeted you with a grin on her face that was as inviting as everyone else in the town had been.

There were plenty of treats you could have bought but the confections weren’t the reason you wanted to go in.

The truth was, the sweets shop had been here for as long as you could remember. Even the woman who greeted you, she might not have recognized you but you remembered her when she was twenty years younger, grey had yet to touch her copper hair. She was the owner's daughter, you couldn’t exactly recall her name but you knew who she was.

And just as she was a staple of this place, so was the huge board along the back wall. Full of smiling faces in different decades of dress. People of all ages were scattered about perfectly preserved within the polaroids.

You scanned over each of them until you found the one you’d come in for. The photograph was held in place by a golden pushpin. Easy enough for you to remove. You looked down at your younger self with a bag filled with goodies clutched tightly in your hands and on either side of you stood your grandparents. Their faces squished close to yours.

“Excuse me,” The woman was hurrying towards you, “Please don’t touch those. Some of them are very old!”

“I know,” You told her, “This one’s mine.” You pulled out your ID and showed her it matched the name scrawled on the back.

She offered up quick apologies, “It’s not often we get people taking the photos down...”

“I don’t have many family photos. And my grandmother is no longer with us. Would you mind if I took this one?”

“I’m sorry for your loss, darling. Of course, you may take it! And, I’ll tell you what, a pound of whatever strikes your fancy, on the house.”

You told her that was unnecessary but she insisted.

By the time Eijiro got back you had already picked out the treats you planned on taking back with you. Some for you, a couple for Eijiro, and a whole lot more for Avery.

“Did you get lost?” You chuckled when he offered you the now consumable beverage.

“Not exactly. Avery isn’t the only one to notice me here.” His cheeks were still rosy with blush, “A group of girls asked me for autographs and,”

“And you hate turning away fans. I know, Ei, I know.”

He leaned against the counter with you, and you just knew he’d be shelling out a decent amount of cash. By the time you two were ready to leave, Eijiro had bought nearly ten pounds of goodies. Now, most of those were for Taishiro. But, he planned to horde a few for himself at least.

“You know,” The woman mused as she slid the bag over to Eijiro while her eyes looked towards you, “Since you took that photo from the wall there’s this empty space now,” She reached below the counter and pulled out the old camera. “Would you and your boyfriend mind if I took one of you two to fill it?”

Neither you nor Eijiro corrected her but picked out a confection each and posed. Eijiro picked a cupcake out of the box with buttercream frosting and pulled you to his side as she counted down to one and when it arrived, you shrieked when the flash went off.

Eijiro cackled a laugh while you touched the trail of icing now down the side of your face, “I’m, I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist!”

Despite you threatening his very existence, Eijiro took hold of your chin and kissed your icing coated cheek, his tongue even darted out to get a taste when another flash happened.

“Now that is some good icing!”

“Just wait. Payback’s a bitch, Eiji.” You hissed.

“Is that a threat?”

“You bet your fine ass it is.”

The sun was already kissing the horizon when you walked back to the jeep, casting long shadows of the trees that started glowing from the white stringed lights coiled around them. Eijiro made some comment about how you guys could stay longer, see the place all lit up at night. He wasn’t even looking at you when he spoke, too busy taking everything in as if you hadn’t spent nearly four hours here already!

With both arms free, souvenirs tucked away in the car, you set off for one more lap around the town. It was nearing six in the evening and with any luck, you could show Eijiro the main event of the night, what made this place really come to life.

“So, what’s it look like here the rest of the year? Is it Christmas town all the time?”

“No, not all the time. In the spring they have a flower festival that goes on for like the entire month of April and do a hot air balloon race the final weekend, the summer is for Independence Day, firework shows, and all that stuff. Fall though, that's really a sight to see, they put up this huge pumpkin at the center of town and kids can climb inside.” You nudged him down a sidewalk that would lead to the giant tree, “The rest of the time though, it’s just a quiet little town.”

“Sounds peaceful.”

“It is. Definitely different from our day-to-day. I don’t even think they’d have a need for heroes here.”

Lower and lower the sun dipped until it had vanished leaving only its glow behind and took the warmth of the day with it. Kids in hats and mittens clutching candy canes went running by and you knew they were eager to get to the tree.

“What’s everyone gathered for?”

Snow crunched underfoot and you tugged him along through the grass just barely poking through to get a good view of the tree. Not that anywhere was a particularly bad view when you were staring at something 80ft tall.

You linked your arm to him and when the bell above the town hall rang out to cry the hour, you pointed to the tree, “Ready?”

Starting from the bottom, thousands upon thousands of lights twinkled to life. They illuminated not only the vast assortment of ornaments but also each and every face in the crowd. Eijiro’s eyes shown brighter than you’ve ever seen them, shimmering with awe and wonder.

They had festivals in Japan, beautiful ones with bright lights that could ignite an evening sky and yet Eijiro still murmured about how beautiful this all was, how he’d never seen anything quite like it.

You stayed for a long while looking at the marvel. After families had gone, you and Eijiro walked closer allowing him a better look at all the decorations and you stood back while he seemed to admire every one of them individually. Elderly couples left their benches, shops closed their doors for the evening until finally, you were some of the only people still around.

“We have the festivals, the little shopping towns, we even have Christmas back home but this,” It was like he couldn’t find the word, “It feels different.”

“There’s nothing quite like Christmas in a small town.”

“Would you come back here with me? Like, we still have a few more weeks until actual Christmas, right? If this is how people act weeks before, I can only imagine how it’ll be on the day.”

“Sure, Eijiro. I’d like that.”

You didn’t clarify if he meant in a few weeks or years down the road because that didn’t even occur to you. He reached out his hand, finally ready to head back to the car, and it didn’t really matter when he meant. You’d go. You’d go anywhere with him whenever he wanted.

The sound of Eijiro’s stomach complaining filled the jeep after just a few minutes of driving.

“What are you feeling like? Someplace we can sit down? Grab something and take it back to the resort. Or, room service is also always an option.”

“I’m not really hungry.”

He shot you a quick look of annoyance from the driver's side. “That’s bullshit. You’ve barely eaten anything all day. C’mon. You’re favorite place! Name it and we’ll go.”

But, just the thought of eating had your stomach doing backflips, you hadn't even had any of the treats you bought.

Your mother had already sent you a plethora of texts throughout the day. Wondering where you were, what time your flight was getting in, why you hadn’t checked in at the resort yet, and a few particularly pointed ones about how you better not make her look bad. It was only a matter of time before she called you.

You were staring at the messages again, thinking you should have just told her you were already here, it was stupid of you to want a little personal time. You should just answer them to get her to quit but Eijiro had made a good point after her first cross message; you were an adult. Capable of making your own choices.

Doesn’t matter when you respond. You’re already here, you have your dress and everything else. She doesn’t need to know every second of your day.

Just as you were about to pick up the phone and type your response to her, Eijiro’s hand swiped it and put it into his pocket. “What the hell!”

“Dinner. Then you can have your phone back.”

“I’m not a child.”

“Oh, believe me, I know that. But, you're having trouble focusing on what’s important. You need to eat, and none of this, I’m not hungry, crap because I know that’s not true. So, please, tell me what you’d like for dinner.”

“Make a left at the next intersection.” You gave him directions without further argument to a restaurant you knew by heart. “If you give me my phone, I can pull up the menu and we can order it so it’s ready when we get there.”

Eijiro happily handed you a phone but it wasn’t yours. “Don’t give me that look.” He told you, “If you just wanna order food then you can do that from my phone.”

You punched in his passcode and pulled up the online menu while telling him the dishes the restaurant was known for, the ones that you preferred, but you’d already added the ribeye with mashed potatoes and asparagus to the check out before he’d told you.

Before you could dig out your credit card, Eijiro was already handing you his and you didn’t feel like arguing with him about who was going to pay. You’d simply get the next meal.

There was a short wait once you’d arrived before the to-go boxes were all packed up. And you heard it while you were waiting, your ringtone. Eijiro pulled your phone from his pocket and answered it with a smile. “Hey Mina- No, no, everything’s fine. Oh, I know that! It’s 1047- Sure thing. Call if you need anything else.”

“My computer pin?”

“She needed to resubmit your report from when you were injured last week.” And with that, the phone vanished into his pocket again.

It was work talk for the rest of the wait time and for a majority of the drive back. Silly things Denki and Mina had done or how Eijiro had to physically cover Katuski’s mouth during an interview recently. Before you knew it, your phone and the text messages on it were far from your mind.

To the point that you were almost confused when Eijiro handed it back to you the very moment you finished your last bite of dinner, you’d forgotten he even had it. You'd gotten back, changed clothes, set up dinner, and made it through the whole meal without worry.

He left the room with nothing more than a lopsided smile, going up the stairs in search of sweatpants, you’d assumed.

You blinked down at your lock screen. The photo of you and all your friends surrounding a large campfire over the summer was obscured by five text message notifications, three missed calls, and two voicemails. Luckily, two of the texts were from Mina. One to confirm that the report was accepted, the other to remind you that tomorrow would be fine, and to call if you needed emotional support.

The rest, however, were all from your mother. She’d call again soon enough, you were sure of it, and this time you’d answer.

“Hey,” Eijiro was leaning over the banister above you, “Movie or hot tub?”

“Movie first, then hot tub?”

“I like the way you think.”

“I’ll get drinks, you pick the movie this time.”

You’d settled into the sofa, a blanket covering both your laps as John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd took to the screen. With the way Eijiro’s fingers were lightly rubbing at your scalp though, you were starting to think you’d been a little too ambitious. There was a good chance you weren’t you’d even make it to the end of the movie let alone the hot tub afterward!

“Ei, ya gotta stop that.” Even though you were snuggling into his chest. “‘M gonna fall asleep.”

“That’s not a bad thing. If you fall asleep I’ll just take you to bed,” He kissed your temple, shifting and laying down, “‘S no big deal.”

He pulled you down on top of him, lulling you further and further into relaxation, soothed by his hands and the rhythmic rise and fall of your head on his chest until you couldn’t even be bothered to keep your eyes open. It was astounding how one person could make a task such as sleeping so much easier to do. Their warm presence offering the peace of mind you didn’t know you needed.

And that was why when your ringtone shattered that peace you considered crushing it into a million pieces. You sucked in a deep breath, Eijiro kissing your forehead while he reached to hand it to you, “I’m right here.”

“Well, it’s about time you answered. You don’t call your mother back now? You’re not even at the resort! I told you how important it was that you be here, I cannot believe you’re so selfish to not even-”

Eijiro could hear the entire thing, you saw it with how his eyes widened and nostrils flared.

“Hey, mom. Sorry about not getting back to you but I am here.”

“Do you think I’m some kind of imbecile? Your reservation is still unclaimed, I’ve been checking with the front desk every hour since this afternoon and they’ve assured me that you have not checked in yet.”

“That’s because I got in last night or very early this morning, technically.” You explained how they had nothing else available besides the penthouse.

There was a pause and then a laugh bubbled over. “If you're going to lie to me at least make it believable! You’re barely in the top 50 over there and you expect me to believe they pay you well enough that you could afford the penthouse here?”

She hadn’t checked the rankings in almost a year? That really wasn’t a surprise but it still stung. “I’m in the top 25 now. I’m ranked 21 at the moment.”

“Oh! Well, that makes SUCH a difference!”

“Right, it really doesn’t, I know. But, anyway, I am here and I will be there for the wedding tomorrow. Is there anything else?”

“Of course there is!” You rested your head against Eijiro’s knee while she went on, “I need you to let me up to your room so I can bring you your dress for tomorrow and make sure this date of yours has something acceptable as well.”

“Kirishima’s suit is fine, mother. It’s designer, for crying out loud! And, and, I have a dress!”

“Designer? Right, dear, like you’d know designer. I’m sure you have a dress but your cousin has a very specific vision in mind for her very special day and your style isn’t it.”

You were up now, pacing around the coffee table, “You haven’t even seen my dress to know! It’s not black, like you asked!”

“Fine. Come let me up and I will see if it’s suitable. If it isn’t, I expect you to wear what I’ve brought.”

Eijiro tried to grab your hand but you were already storming towards the elevator. Snapping that you were on your way and ending the call. Angry tears were brimming in your eyes but you held them back, there was no way in hell you were giving her the satisfaction of letting her know just how far under your skin she was.

She was waiting in the lobby. The black garment bag that held some unknown atrocity was draped delicately over an arm while a tan-toed foot tapped with impatience.

Your mother walked over to the elevator door the moment she saw you. “You were supposed to be back to your natural color. Damn it. I don’t have any dye to fix this now and all the salons are closed now.”

“It’s good to see you too, mother.”

"I'm serious, Y/N. You're going to have to get up early and go to the resort salon. It's probably going to take hours to strip this..."

"I am not stripping my color for one day."

"But this is her wedding!"

You swallowed and remembered what Eijiro had said on the plane. "It's her wedding, not mine. I like my hair and I'm keeping it. And I'm not fighting with you about it. Would you prefer me not go at all, because I'd be happy-"

"Just stop talking. Keep your hair then."

By the tenth floor, everyone else had exited leaving the two of you alone for the remaining floors. “How did you afford the penthouse? I get notifications when you access your account and I wasn’t alerted. Do I need to call my advisor?”

“How I afford it is my business. I did not use my trust.”

“Is it this date you brought? God, child, are you in some kind of arrangement with this man? Are you doing that poorly in the hero field?”

There were only two floors left until you arrived but it was enough for your words to get out.

“Say what you will about me, I don’t give a damn, but you will not say a fucking word about Kirishima, am I clear, mother?” Your voice was ice cold, kept so low even if there was no one else around to hear you. “He’s my best friend and a wonderful man, and I will not have you running your mouth about him.”

If it wasn’t for the slight flick of her brows, you would have assumed she was completely unphased by your words because she certainly didn’t give you any verbal indication she’d heard you. Shit would be said behind both your backs, there was nothing you could do to prevent that but, you’d be damned if you let her disrespect Eijiro in front of either of you after all he’d done for you throughout the years. Everything you two had been through together.

The elevator chimed and the doors swished open revealing the man himself.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, ma’am.” He helped her off the elevator, “My name is Eijiro Kirishima.” You had to hide a chuckle at the ‘finally’ he added.

Your mother never came to the hospital when you were injured in high school, not to your graduation either, she wasn’t there to see you accept any of the awards or other accolades you’d received over the course of your hero career. The two never had a chance to meet. Unlike you and Eijiro’s parents. Those two women were both so damn busy and yet always made the time for their son. Made time for you even once Eijiro let it slip how absent your mother had been.

She seemed to heed your warning though, you saw her judgemental eyes glance over his clearly dyed locks but she merely introduced herself when her mouth opened.

“Well, it’s clear you two were getting cozy so, show me this dress and I’ll be on my way.”

You walked her through to the bedroom off the living room, ignoring her small chirp of surprise at the look of the place. Unzipping the bag but merely showing her the dress was not enough though, in fact, she wouldn’t even look at it on the hanger, she insisted she had to see you in it.

Eijiro excused himself and let the door softly shut behind him leaving you to shimmy out of your clothes and into the velvet gown with only your mother left in the room.

You caught only a glimpse of yourself in the floor-length mirror but you were still in awe of it. Smoothing down the fabric, how soft it was to the touch. “See?” You spun to show the full thing to her, “I have heels so the hem doesn’t drag-”

“Absolutely not.”

Well, that wasn’t shocking but it still stung. “That neckline with your chest? You can’t be serious! And your arms, this is so tight on them! No, no, no, what would you do without me…”

Wear what I’m comfortable wearing.

Just like that, the confidence you had in the gown mere seconds ago slipped away.

She opened the bag she bought and you nearly broke out laughing. Now she was the one who had to be insane.

“This? This is what you want me to wear?”

“Yes! The high neck will make you look more modest and the puffy sleeves will obscure your arms. This belt, look how shiny it is, it’ll help distract from your stomach. This dress is going to look so much more flattering on you. And your cousin is hoping everyone will be in natural tones anyways.”

More flattering. That always been her way of saying you needed to cover up, you needed to stay hidden.

“Mother, I just think-”

“It’s clear that you weren’t thinking at all if that’s what you were going to wear.” She dismissed you with a wave of her hand. “Now then, in the bag is also a tie for your date-”

“His name is Kirishima.”

“Yes, whatever, it’s in the bag, as I said. The ceremony begins at eleven sharp so arrive by 10:30 at least. I assume you’ll be doing your own hair and makeup?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. You will be expected to be in family photos so don’t do anything too embarrassing.” Her hand was on the door handle and she shook her head at you with another cruel chuckle before turning it to leave. “I cannot believe you, ha, you in that dress. Ridiculous.”

You stood still in the room, not moving a muscle when she said good evening to Eijiro and not when the elevator doors closed. You stood alone in the room for ten minutes and only lifted your head when you heard Eijiro from the doorway. “Holy shit…”

“Yeah. Yeah, I get it. It’s bad. I dunno what I was thinking. I even brought the one from Tetsu-”

“Fuck no! That’s not what I meant! Are you kidding me, Y/N? You actually believe what she said?”

It was easy to believe her, you heard similar words all through your youth. Eijiro lifted your head in his hands so you had to look at him. “It took you years to feel comfortable in your own skin, to be proud of who you are, and now you have people who look up to you! You have fans, sweetie! You have Avery! You’ve got me! Do not let her destroy what you’ve built.”

You smiled through the tears he brushed away, kissing his palm and thanking him for the reminder.

“I still can’t wear it though. It’ll be a huge scene and she’ll probably yell at me to go change like a toddler.”

“Well, you’re wearing it now.” A hand slid around your waist and the other held your hand as Eijiro began to dance. “If you’re gonna insist on wearing the other one, then I think you should at least get some use outta this one!”

He spun you around in grand gestures, making up moves as he went and hollering for his phone to play something to dance to. He took you around the bed, out into the living room, and pulled you up onto the coffee table where you both kicked your feet out laughing along to the song.

Your dress flowed like a red wave around the kitchen and blew in the breeze when Eijiro pulled you through the patio door, out onto the balcony.

With you balanced atop his slipper clad feet, Eijiro swayed back and forth holding you close, your head against his chest.

“I think you should wear this tomorrow.” He mumbled to the top of your head.

“Unless my mother’s dress has a tragic accident, that’s not gonna happen. But, I’m glad you like this one.”

He snickered, “I’m pretty sure you could wear a potato sack and as long as it’s on you I’d love it.” But really, Eijiro took your words to heart… a tragic accident for the dress… yeah, yeah he might be able to manage that.

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heeey, asking to get an arcane match up.

maybe a mix of sfw and nsfw😎

well for starters I am a female, she/they pronouns, and I go both ways<3

I am a mix between estp and an entp and I seriously can’t tell in between on which I classify to so I just consider myself both, im a april aries, I have Virgin black hair, but dyed the front streaks of my hair blonde because I seriously thought it would look good, I intended it to be white but bleaching hair is hard 💀 my hair is a mid length and I have black eyes.

id be the baddest bitch in the room, I’m mostly an intimidating person, I take everything seriously, and if I ask for answers and I don’t get direct ones i always flip off, I’m extremely impulsive and arrogant, maybe a tad manipulative, but I have a soft side <3 and im also quite a loud person and I consider myself humorous and full of life, well most specifically to a few people only. I’m not really an achiever, Im just there to lead people and sometimes observe.

I like to read, books on fantasy and sci fi, watch movies because I literally have nothing else better to do, mostly marvel films, I do archery and writing if im feeling good. I’m not big on inclusion when it comes to hobbies.

as I said I go both ways, but if I’d ended up dating someone they would usually be men. I’m into smart people, people who know what they are doing, people who devote their time into contributing something for the better good of all people, I’m not big on looks but if someone would have asked me if I would prefer brains or brawn’s I would always go with brains, brainy people are sexy, and if the question would be six pack or dad bod, I would go with skinny and scrawny 🤕

i hate those who don’t put efforts or appreciate anything. honestly. i also despise those who drink black coffee and dark chocolate, I just don’t like those people.

id shower you with praises and physical touch, attention maybe because i would also ask the same thing from my partner, and maybe gifts? But I’m a broke ass bitch so I either get you an expensive ring or a ringpop, it’s like I’m going big or I’m going home, and I just went home

you guys can do whatever you want with the nsfw part, go big or go home

thank you for the request!!

your arcane match up is.....SILCO!!

- Silco is a smart and capable man. He is also clearly PRETTY dedicated to his cause. So he suits your type.

- He would be super glad that you prefer brainy people since he is insecure about his looks :( please feed him compliments and help him stop using that concealer

- Silco for sure would be into your bad bitch energy. He needs an s/o who matches his intimidating vibe. You both would legit be so cool together. But i could see you both also getting into arguments if you try to lead too much. As long as you’re both leading different things it’ll be chill

- Your impulsive actions would be something silco can handle. If he can handle jinx who is batshit crazy he can handle you! even if you mess up your hair color he’ll still call you beautiful

- Silco would be into reading but probably not the same genres as you. You could convince him to watch scifi with you if you really wanted to.

your not brainy & not brawny girl,

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