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silassinclair · 2 years ago

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Like Looking into a Mirror

(PolyLostBoys x Fem!ArtistReader)

Summary: Being a vampire has it's ups and downs. But one of the biggest downs was that you couldn't see yourself. Whether it be in photographs or reflections. This means that neither of the boys have seen what they themselves look like since they were turned. So when a shy little artist introduces herself to the boys with a painting of all of them they realize they not only know what they look like but also have found their mate.

Santa Carla is a city of opportunity. A place flourishing with job opportunity and people buzzling about everywhere. But for yourself, a struggling artist, it was the opposite. Running away from home was supposed to be your fresh start, a way to get away from it all and live your life to the fullest. To paint to your heart's desire. But it was nothing like that.

There were no places for you to work and use your artistry to the fullest. The only place you found where you could work was the library. Reading itself was an art but not exactly your forte, but it was close enough and payed decently.

It was 8 at night. The sun set and the amusement park alive with people. By the beach wall you sat with a miniature canvas, paints, and brushes. Every night you'd come to the boardwalk and paint it's colorful passerby's. Unlike your old small town people here dressed unique. So many colors and style subcultures.

Scanning the crowd you hunted for your new inspiration. Person or people to replicate onto your canvas. Your direction was pulled to the sounds of purring engines. To your left under a streetlamp by the very wall you were sitting on, four men looking your age parked their bikes. Their fashion stood out amongst anyone you have ever seen on the boardwalk.

A bleached platinum blonde. His mullet stood sharp, almost as sharp as his eyes. A tall brunet with no shirt under his long coat. His long hair rested on his back. A natural blonde with wild hair and a just as wild personality. And finally the short one with long blonde curls and a face that could combat a cherub's.

Everything about them was perfect. You studied them for minutes and looked away when you felt their curious gazes turn to you. Having all their features down to memory you painted away. You painted all of them standing together standing in their own way. Straight and confident, collected and cool, laid back, goofy.

As you painted each of the men's features you smiled to yourself. This may have been one of your best works yet. When you finished the piece in an hour or two you would definitely give it to them as a gift. Usually you would give the paintings you made of people to them to see their reactions. Every time they were always very grateful and happy, seeing them smile is the reason why art is your passion.

You really hope they would appreciate it though, since they are your temporary muse of inspiration and these four seem pretty intimidating.

"Yeah man I'm telling you she kept looking at us. But when I would look at her she'd look away and start writing shit on her canvas or whatever." Paul said while nudging David. He didn't care when his friend told him that the girl to their right kept sneaking glances at them.

Girls stare at him and his vampiric brothers all the time. What can he say? He knows him and his brothers are hotter than hell so who wouldn't stare?

"What Paul, you wanna talk to her or something? Just go talk to the chick like what you always do." David said with an eyeroll and a freshly lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

Paul bashfully looked down and scratched his neck. "Dude I dunno.. she doesn't seem too interested. Probably looking at us because we dress weird?"

Now David was confused. Was his flirt machine of a brother.. shy? A sly grin curled onto the platinum blondes lips. He looked to Dwayne and Marko and those two seemed to catch on quick about Paul's little crush.

Putting his arm around his blonde brother David said, "Do you perhaps like this girl Pauly?"

Paul growled and shoved him off making Marko and Dwayne holler in laughter.

"Dude you're fucking whipped! Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Marko laughed and held his chest. Paul hit him upside the head with his palm.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Dwayne's laughing reduced to small chuckles. He looked over at the girl who Paul seemed so flustered over. She was wearing a long frilly black skirt and a sage green blouse. Her hair styled uniquely and anklets and bracelets adorned their respected limbs.

"Hm.." Dwayne hummed, "I get what you mean Paul."

Paul shot his taller brother a glare. "Yeah. Should have at least checked her out before makin' fun o' me."

Marko looked over to see what all the fuss was over. His eyes widened a fraction when he saw the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. And she was painting too, something he adored doing.

Sensing someone looking at her Y/n looked up and four pairs of eyes were on her. The eyes of the subjects she was painting at the moment. Feeling like she had been caught doing something wrong, she looked back down at her canvas in a flash and finished up the final finishing touches.

"She was totally checking us out." Paul said smirking, well his insecurity flew out the window.

"Dude she's cute as hell man. How'd we not see her around before? And why didn't you tell us Pauly!" Marko grabbed his terror twin by the shoulders and shook him back and forth.

David snapped his fingers and the two instantly stopped with their rough housing. "We're all going to approach her. Perhaps we will have a meal tonight boys, or more."

Deadly smiles grew on the pack's faces. Time to do what they knew best. Lure and capture.

You stood up when you finally finished the painting. The four of them painted in their signature clothing. All standing together. Two of them smiling and two not. Honestly, you were scared to give this painting to them. What if they didn't like it? Or what if they thought you were some kind of weird stalker?

Walking to the group of the four bikers they all seemed to perk up at your sudden presence.

"What a surprise, we were just about to walk over to you babydoll." The curly haired one said. Your grip on the canvas tightened. Seeming to notice the tallest and only brunet of the group asked,

"What's that you got there sweetheart?"

Ignoring the soaring feeling in your stomach you avoided eye contact with the group and quietly muttered your explanation, "U-Uhm I'm an artist and stuff... It's a hobby and stuff and I paint people on the board walk all the time. And when I saw a-all you four I couldn't help but notice how uniquely dressed you all are. So I painted all of you!"

Looking up at the group finally with a crooked smile on your face you showed them your work and flipped your canvas around revealing your work.

All four of them brought their faces close to the canvas, the two wild blondes started to push and shove and what seemed like the leader of the group punched both of their arms.

"You really did this?" The platinum blonde said. He looked into your eyes, a mixed emotion behind his. His gloved finger pointed at himself painted realistically.

"That's me?"

You nodded and handed the painting to him which he gently accepted.

"Of course that's you silly. I painted the four of y-you. Hope you all like it!"

The four boys looked up at you gratefully. It was sudden but the brunette pulled you into a hug. He didn't seem like the touchy type and it surprised you with his sudden action.

"Thank you sweetheart. My brothers and I appreciate this... a lot. A lot more than you may think." He released you from his chilling yet warm embrace.

"No need to thank me.."

"Dwayne."

"Dwayne, I do this to make people like you and your brother happy. It's what I love about art ya'know?"

He smiled and introduced each of his brothers. David, Paul, and Marko.

"I am truly grateful for this kitten. Say, you wanna ride with us? You know where Hudson's Bluff is right?"

Nodding you let him continue.

"Wanna hang out with us four for the night? Promise we won't let you be bored for even a minute." His black gloved hand twirled a lock of your h/c hair around his finger.

Shyly moving away you muster up the courage to agree and go with him. He asked who you wanted to ride with and Paul seemed to be the most eager to get you to ride with him, so you gave in and got on the back of his bike.

"Hold on doll!" He revved his engine while his brother did the same. Hooting and hollering they sped down the sandy beach taking you to their cave.

"This is just the beginning!" Paul yelled over the sound of the engines. Not understanding him well you tightened your embrace around his torso and leaned in closer.

"You're gonna love us I promise!" Now that one you heard.

this was lowkey dogpiss but my head hurts so oopsie daisy

#the lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys 1987

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inthehouseoffinwe · 1 month ago

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Aite, female character and general inclusivity rant incoming. Hate it and want to make a post? Sure. But give me the respect I gave those who inspired this and don’t tag me in it:

People immediately bringing the ‘female character’ argument into things drives me insane. Like we know she’s a female character, but trust me, that’s got very little to do with why people dislike her.

Are some people misogynistic? Absolutely!

Are most people misogynistic? No.

When we talk about Galadriel, and Luthien, and Elwing, and Aredhel, and Nimloth, and Melian, and Nerdanel, and Ahsoka, and Padme, and *insert literally any female character from any fandom here*, being female has nothing to do with it. It barely crosses our minds.

So for the love of all that is good, stop bringing ‘but she’s a female character! Anyone who sees her as anything but perfect, or thinks the male characters made better choices than her is obviously horrible and misogynistic and would never do this to a man :(‘ Into arguments.

I don’t care how few there are in the work. You can explain why you like her without blaming people for hating on the fact she’s female when 95% don’t. There are very literally hundreds of other reasons people interpret fictional events which portray the fem char negatively.

Especially in work like the Silm which is written by a canonical in-universe historian with basic backstory. We have every right to see him as unreliable and play with what that could mean. Doesn’t make it misogynistic if we want to see female characters as more shifty than they’re outwardly portrayed. Many of us often do the same with male characters, and even if we don’t, you have no right to judge someone so harshly when you barely know a thing about them outside an online persona. 99.9% of people don’t even consider male vs female when they write these things. And it’s not because of some weird subconscious misogyny either.

This is mainly aimed at those who bring this up over. And over. And over again in some weird attempt at guilt tripping people into ‘liking’ characters.

On the topic of things people do that make no sense, if characters are stated as being white, and an artist draws them all white. You have no right to say they’re being racist or whatever else you want to come up with.

Nor do you have the right to slander anyone who casually points out the character is white if others draw them as anything else. If we can call out whitewashing, we can talk about the opposite too. As long as the person isn’t being outright rude, have a conversation.

And don’t get me started on tagging pieces of fanart and fics specifically created platonic with a ship. Like the work? Great! Now respect the intentions of the person who created it.

No one in a fandom space, especially artists and writers, owes inclusivity of any kind when running off canon source material. You want to blame someone for a boring cast, blame the author! But even in general? You don’t get to force or guilt others to create content - original work included - that fits your ideal.

Yes I’m a writer and artist of original and fan content. Yes I’ve experienced all of these directly or indirectly.

Sincerely, a young brown woman tired of all the double standards.

#silmarillion #lord of the rings #tolkien #Star Wars #tcw #marvel #sorrynotsorry bout the rant #the guilt tripping is insane #fgs if you’d call out someone for whitewashing I’m sorry they have every right to ask if you make canonically white characters brown #or black or Asian or whatever #it’s not racist to say ‘this character isn’t canonically x’ ok?#I’m not talking about people who are outwardly disrespectful but wow some comments I see really make me wonder #don’t even get me started on shipping #it’s much better now but wow people gotta *chill*#should I tag characters?#sure let’s do the main ones I’m thinking of #Elwing #Ahsoka #padme #wanda maximoff #Melian #Fingon #finrod #Maedhros #silm #rant #I am once again sick and apparently that lowers my tolerance for people straight up not understanding what they’re talking about #or weaponising a sensitive topic to stop people arguing against them #omg how could I forget #luthien

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sunderwight · 11 months ago

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y'know what, I think it's kind of interesting to bring up Data from Star Trek in the context of the current debates about AI. like especially if you actually are familiar with the subplot about Data investigating art and creativity.

see, Data can definitely do what the AI programs going around these days can. better than, but that's beside the point, obviously. he's a sci-fi/fantasy android. but anyway, in the story, Data can perfectly replicate any painting or stitch a beautiful quilt or write a poem. he can write programs for himself that introduce variables that make things more "flawed", that imitate the particular style of an artist, he can choose to either perfectly replicate a particular sort of music or to try and create a more "human" sounding imitation that has irregular errors and mimics effort or strain. the latter is harder for him that just copying, the same way it's more complicated to have an algorithm that creates believable "original" art vs something that just duplicates whatever you give it.

but this is not the issue with Data. when Data imitates art, he himself knows that he's not really creating, he's just using his computer brain to copy things that humans have done. it's actually a source of deep personal introspection for the character, that he believes being able to create art would bring him closer to humanity, but he's not sure if he actually can.

of course, Data is a person. he's a person who is not biological, but he's still a person, and this is really obvious from go. there's no one thing that can be pointed to as the smoking gun for Data's personhood, but that's normal and also true of everyone else. Data's the culmination of a multitude of elements required to make a guy. Asking if this or that one thing is what makes Data a person is like asking if it's the flour or the eggs that make a cake.

the question of whether or not Data can create art is intrinsically tied to the question of whether or not Data can qualify as an artist. can he, like a human, take on inspiration and cultivate desirable influences in order to produce something that reflects his view on the world?

yes, he can. because he has a view on the world.

but that's the thing about the generative AI we are dealing with in the real world. that's not like Data. despite being referred to as "AI", these are algorithms that have been trained to recognize and imitate patterns. they have no perspective. the people who DO have a perspective, the humans inputting prompts, are trying to circumvent the whole part of the artistic process where they actually develop skills and create things themselves. they're not doing what Data did, in fact they're doing the opposite -- instead of exploring their own ability to create art despite their personal limitations, they are abandoning it. the data sets aren't like someone looking at a painting and taking inspiration from it, because the machine can't be inspired and the prompter isn't filtering inspiration through the necessary medium of their perspective.

Data would be very confused as to the motives and desires involved, especially since most people are not inhibited from developing at least SOME sort of artistic skill for the sake self-expression. he'd probably start researching the history of plagiarism and different cultural, historical, and legal standards for differentiating it from acceptable levels of artistic imitation, and how the use of various tools factored into it. he would cite examples of cultures where computer programming itself was considered a form of art, and court cases where rulings were made for or against examples of generative plagiarism, and cases of forgeries and imitations which required skill as good if not better than the artists who created the originals. then Geordi would suggest that maybe Data was a little bit annoyed that people who could make art in a way he can't would discount that ability. Data would be like "as a machine I do not experience annoyance" but he would allow that he was perplexed or struggling to gain internal consensus on the matter. so Geordi would sum it up with "sometimes people want to make things easy, and they aren't always good at recognizing when doing that defeats the whole idea" and Data would quirk his head thoughtfully and agree.

then they'd get back to modifying the warp core so they could escape some sentient space anomaly that had sucked the ship into intermediate space and was slowly destabilizing the hull, or whatever.

anyways, point is -- I don't think Data from Star Trek would be a big fan of AI art.

#star trek #star trek tng #st tng #data soong #geordi la forge

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cyberweek · 10 days ago

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CyberWeek 2025 starts January 19th!

A weeklong celebration of our favorite edutainment program with artistic prompts everyday! The show first premiered on the 21st of January so let’s celebrate!

Please check out the info below cut!!

What sort of Art is allowed?

Any and all! Traditional/Digital Art, Writing, Cosplay, Video edits, anything you can make! Anything you wanna make! Sew a doll, bake a cake, whatever! Sadly, prompts aren’t made with all types of art in mind, so feel free to interpret them however you want to fit your medium!

Rules!

Prompts are posted early this year, and I ask that you withhold from posting your entries until the day of! You may however start and finish them whenever you want!

Tag your post with #cyberweek2025! Or @cyberweek (this blog)! Or both!

Follow this blog and support your fellow Cyberchase fans!

No Lewd. No P*dophilia or inc*st.

No Tracing, Use of Bases or other assets without COMPLETE transparency. Credit your sources! Pinterest, WeHeartIt, Google etc are not sources. Find the artist, please.

Use of AI is prohibited. Whether you submit only what the AI produces or use it as reference/inspiration. This includes visual, text, and auditory generative AI.

Angst, light gore/blood and etc are allowed. Try to keep it PG13. Everything will be tagged accordingly so remember to use Tumblr’s tag filter feature to your advantage.

OCs should only show up on the OC prompt.

Prompts

Jan 19 - Redraw

Let's warm up with the prompt Redraw! You can choose whether you want to redraw a scene from the show or Cyberchase art you've made in the past!

Jan 20 - Seasons

We've had the prompts Winter and Summer! This year, you get the choice to do whatever season you want! Missed out on the Summer prompt? Just feel like doing Winter again? Have at it! Maybe your favorite season is Spring or Autumn and it's their time to shine!

Jan 21 - Chase

Today is the Anniversary of the show we all love! So let's put the CHASE in Cyberchase! There are lots of episodes that involve the good guys chasing the bad guys! Or trying to outrun them! What was your favorite? Or maybe you have a thrilling scenario in mind!

Jan 22 - Chill

What's the opposite of Chase?? Well, it's to run away. But we're going with the prompt chill!! The show involves a lot of high stakes, so let's give our favorite characters some down time. How do they relax? Alone? With others? A good book, or do they skate their troubles away?

Jan 23 - Food

Cyberchase has a lot of unique looking food! Maybe we can make a nice painting of one. Or have some characters share a nice lunch on your favorite Cybersite. This prompt has so many possibilities!

Jan 24 - Companion

We're continuing the idea of relationships with this prompt, Companion! What does the word companion mean to you? Somebody that's always glued to the other's side! A faithful pet? A comrade in arms! Or maybe just a really good buddy. :)

Jan 25 - OCs

To close out our celebration of Cyberweek, let's have some fun with the little characters we've made up for fun! 😊

Thank you so much to my friends Jolly, Dossy and Rainbow for helping me with the prompts this year! 💜

Questions/Comments -

Please send all questions about this event to the inbox. Anon will be off and questions will be posted in case others have similar inquiry. Please do not reply to posts or try to chat your inquirers.

#Cyberchase #Cyberweek #Cyberweek2025 #PBS Kids #Anniversary #Art Prompts #Art Week

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matt444nixi · 3 months ago

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billie and babydoll💋 hcs!

• their main love language is physical touch!

• they love their opposite styles (but still find ways to match such as billie wearing a blue jersey and babydoll wearing a blue corset)

• babydoll loves cooking for billie

• billie loves spoiling reader (taking her shopping n stuff, even if babydoll can afford it herself)

• billie loves watching and even helping babydoll get ready (curling her hair as babydoll does her makeup)

• since she’s inspired by mb/sc she’s also a music artist in my head!

i tried sending this before don’t know if it went through though so sorry if it’s repetitive!!

it’s like you read my mind dude.

billie ‘n babydoll💋

💋i definitely see babydoll as pop star for sure.

🤍although i love the kiss mark for her i think she’s more like mb than sc career wise

💋growing up as an influencer that likes music to now being a very successful pop star

🩵babydoll COOKING for billie. billie swears up and down her hands are blessed by GODS.

💋when it comes to comparing their music genres they look like complete opposites but personality wise i think they’d be so similar

🤍billie writes songs for babydoll that’s only for her to hear

💋you know loom bracelets? that’s the equivalent to the friendship bracelet at a t.s. concert. she’s got a bunch of them in a box that just keeps growing and growing

🩵babydoll has secret vocals in some of billie’s tracks

💋babydoll is literally a babydoll. so pretty so perfect.

🤍she hates driving so of course she’s billie’s passenger princess. she even has her name in baby blue rhinestones on the side of her seat

💋babydoll gives southern belle so bad. heavy accent, southern hospitality fs, LOTS of florals denim and cowboy boots. BUT SHE IS NOT A COUNTRY SINGER!

🩵when she was younger like 15-16 she tried so hard to hide her accent in interviews and other press.

SEND MORE ASKS/HEADCANNOS OR DRABBLES OR BLURBS WHATEVER YOU WANT!!

#billie x babydoll💋#nixi writes #billie eilish #billie elish icons #billie elish moodboard #billie ellish lyrics #billie eilish x reader #billie eyelash #madison beer #sabrina carpenter #taylor swift

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ageravena · 4 days ago

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The maggots are participating in strange evening activities

Sorry if this week’s post was a bit too freaky, something possessed me again

So, context to what’s happening: uhh Peri and Dale are ummm doing something and err they don’t want to get caught and stuff… or, well at least Dale doesn’t want to. Poor dude always has that terrified and tired look in his eyes when I draw him

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but like my vision of their relationship is the COMPLETE OPPOSITE to what I've seen most people imagine. Like I have not seen ANYBODY make them be like "I will fix him and it's actually working +it's kinda wholesome" (okay, well actually it's a bit more complicated than that, but still). Though that could probably be because I'm the only one with a lethal amount of microplastics in their body /j

Still, I hope that at least some of you can fw it (considering my follower count has risen from 30 to 50 in a matter of a few months, maybe you do care. Or then you're just here for the art/AU/something else and the ship is just something you'll have to deal with lmao, that would be hella funny)

Also here's some extra art. I absolutely love drawing in my chibi style, they look so stupid adorable

Peri really found himself a tall half-Russian bisexual bottom billionaire with internalized homophobia. Good for him

(Yeah, that’s right, Peri's a TOP!!! Probably weren’t expecting THAT!)

(The headcanon inbreeding has gone too far)

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I’m having trouble with my art style again! I mean the current style looks nice. It’s got the roughness and the edge I’m looking for, but it still lacks a certain softness. All the artists I’ve gotten inspiration from paint traditionally, so trying to recreate the same vibe is difficult when all the digital brushes feel too… digital, and fake

I’m currently in a weird transition phase where my art, especially my rendering style, isn’t consistent. Maybe I’ll figure something out. We’ll see. In the meantime, don't be surprised if my style changes a bit with each post lol

If you ever wonder why it takes me so long to post: it’s because of these long ass descriptions lol. I know most, if not all, will skip them, but I still like to add them for my sake. It’s also great English practice!

Also guess whose silly ass got sick right before Christmas. Mine did! Oh yeah, Merry Christmas or happy Holidays or whatever you’re celebrating or not celebrating btw 😍

#peridale #peri x dale #the fairy oddparents a new wish #the fairly oddparents #fop peri #fop dale #periwinkle fairywinkle cosma #dale dimmadome

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pinkhoodi · 8 months ago

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this color, no this color !

✎ᝰ — spider crew help y/n dye their hair !

♡⃕ — 1610!miles, miguel, gwen, hobie x black!reader

♡⃕ — genre + warnings: fluff + no warnings

♡⃕ — a/n: we are so back with atsv !

꒰ HOBIE BROWN ꒱

Ꮺ dying your hair with hobbie was a…mess. don’t get me wrong it was fun as both of you can make it but overall a mess

Ꮺ hobie introduced the idea of dying your hair to you actually. though when it came to the colors, he was indecisive just as much as you were so you two went to the beauty supply store and picked whatever color looks cool enough on you. I would say that you and hobie either picked polar opposite colors (you picked autumn colors meanwhile he went for a neon scheme) or picked something of similar color schemes, no in between

Ꮺ thankfully hobie knew how to deal with detangling and setting your hair up for the hair dye. he was very careful with the detangle cause he knows how tender-headed you can get. also before the putting the dye, he would consistently ask you if you really wanna go with this color and gave in when you threatened him

Ꮺ hobie would try to dye your hair in a more artistic way or something he knows suit your aesthetics. if you don’t have an aesthetic, he would def go off vibes and what kind of aura you carry around. but at the same time, he’ll ask you for some inspirations of how you want your hair to colored

Ꮺ during the process, he would have a reality show or his playlist playing in the background. sometimes he’ll hum a new song that’s in the works or tell you the progress his band is making

Ꮺ ngl, hobie can get a bit rude when dying your hair. only cause he wants this to come out exactly how you want it, not cause you can’t stay still….trust me !

Ꮺ in the end, hobie is complimenting tf out of your new result. he would smother you in compliments and think it’s one of the best pieces of work that he has done, no doubt

꒰ 1610!MILES MORALES ꒱

Ꮺ listen…he’s clueless just as much as you are. in his defense, it was your idea to do something spotaneus to your look and why not dye your hair? did he think you were crazy? …maybe ! but it ended being so much fun

Ꮺ miles have thought about dying his own hair before but having both parents be poc…yeah he knew better. not only that, but it’s already bad enough that he sneaks out for his spiderman duties, he do nawt need to make it worse with a new hair color

Ꮺ but for you, he is more than willing to help you dye hair. he just hopes that you have permission and you’re not sneaking out to do this. other than that, he is happily walking around the beauty supply store like a kid in a candy store while you’re looking for the hair dye. he’ll often come up to you and ask if you need this pomade or need this sort of gel

Ꮺ the night before miles did some research and called you to consult on what you need. he would screen share to show his pinterest board of color inspo (he’s lowkey a pinterest feen but that’s for another time), especially with your hair type. most of the phone call would be “okay but what about this?” “are you sure?” “so you’re telling me you’re not going with this?” miles just say you wanna dye YOUR hair like that…

Ꮺ but the experience was more than fun. you two’s favorite show was playing, he was telling you about his latest spiderman adventures, he’s rambling about any and everything he could think of. sometimes it would be silent when miles is fully focused or he’s asking questions to see if he’s doing it right

Ꮺ mile’s is your biggest cheerleader after it’s all over. after he takes a massive sigh and stretches his body, sometimes he forgets how tiring natural hair can take, even though he’s natural himself

꒰ GWEN STACY ꒱

Ꮺ just as bad as miles and maybe worse since she’s not familiar with your hair type. yes, she has dyed her hair before (more than likely multiple times) but she doesn’t wanna give you chemical damage or end up having you balding. which leads to her doing intensive research of what colors you should try, which box dye to buy, and how to apply the dye to your hair. listen, it was her and youtube for about five hours

Ꮺ she would be a tad bit hesitant when you asked her if she wanna helps you. she made sure that you asked her and not hobie who might be a better help than she could ever be. you reassure her that it won’t be as scary as she’s making it to be

Ꮺ now when it comes to buying the hair, please hold her hand while yall in the beauty supply store. it’s not that she’ll wander off but she is def intimidated being in there. she has a face of confusion on her as she browses on the products laid on the shelf. also asking questions on why you refuse to buy the lesser priced box dye. oh gwen baby…

Ꮺ gwen would offer to buy your stuff :). she learned how pricey it is to buy hair products from your many rants of having natural hair, so she’ll offer to pay half or at least a good amount

Ꮺ throughout the process, you guide gwen how to detangle and part your hair. she’s taking her precious time and going slow until she has enough confidence to speed herself up

Ꮺ all throughout, she would throw compliments and how she’s excited but very nervous on how the results will be. any result that would come, she know you’ll look good :)

꒰ MIGUEL O’HARA ꒱

Ꮺ now of all people you could ask…jk jk. when you asked, the man heavily side eye you and thought you were going through a phase. like no miguel, i just wanna change my look. he’ll ask if you’re sure that you wanna dye your hair or what’s wrong with the color you have now

Ꮺ but at the same time, he does accept the offer to help you cause who is he to deny some quality time? ngl, he lowkey became more excited to do this more than you were but he would never admit to it

Ꮺ miguel, as well, doing intensive research on what products works best for your hair type. he even offered paying for the more pricey dyes until you assured him that not all twenty-dollar box dyes works the best for natural hair. one day he’ll realize that for all hair care…one day

Ꮺ while shopping for the products, he keeps an eye on you so you don’t go over the budget that he made sure you set in place. when you show him a product that you both know you don’t know, he’ll go into lecture mode until you motion him to stop talking and put the product down. ofc miguel pays for everything and he doesn’t wanna hear a ‘I’ll pay for it’ from you so it’s best to just accept

Ꮺ I would say he doesn’t really need guidance on how to handle your hair cause he’s helped with your hair plenty of times. but from time to time, he would ask if he’s hurting you or if the hair is soft enough to work with before beginning the dyeing process

Ꮺ while dying your hair, he would allow you to ramble on while he listens. he would let you take control of the entertainment aspect of the pastime, but you settled for music. also, while you’re on your rant, he would plant small kisses along the back of your neck <3

Ꮺ in the end, after the washing and drying, you don’t allow him to see the end result until you’ve seen it and settled with it. even if you’re not satisfied with the result, he kisses your forehead and tells you that he’ll help you fix it. beforehand, he’ll often say that you look beautiful with your new color

♡⃕ mia back in her atsv era 🧏🏽‍♀️?? please i miss writing for these niggas

♡⃕ lemme know who was your fave :p

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: 1 thessalonians 5:16-18

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Filming Frenzy

Sebastian Stan x Reader Unhinged One Shot

Summary : Reader is an actress who just got cast to be in an action comedy movie opposite the Hollywood heartthrob Sebastian Stan. But her perception of Sebastian being a cool and broody man like the Winter Soldier was dashed as Sebastian was proven to be an ultimate dork who loves pranking his co-stars. One prank lead to another and the pranks turn into an all out war. Who will win the war and cement themselves as the king or queen of pranks in Hollywood?

A/N : This story is inspired by Sebastian's story of pranking his co-star back in the day and how it seems he loves pranking 😆 Two of the pranks actually happened, can you guess which ones? 😁

Warning : none, just an all out funny and hilarious story 😁

Read more Sebastian Stan and Bucky Barnes one shots here.

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The first day on the set of Spy Harder was a sensory overload of blockbuster proportions. The hum of power tools mixed with the clang of metal, as the crew put the finishing touches on an elaborate spy lair. Fake smoke wafted dramatically through the air, making everything look ten times more intense than necessary. Even the catering table seemed impossibly glamorous, with artisanal pastries glistening under the lights like they’d been spritzed with movie magic.

And there, in the middle of it all, was Sebastian Stan.

Y/n spotted him instantly, leaning against a stack of crates like he had been ripped directly from the pages of GQ. Leather jacket. Perfectly tousled hair. Aviator sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He exuded effortless cool - the kind of aura that could only come from playing a Marvel superhero or owning a yacht.

“Oh my God, it’s really him,” Y/n whispered to herself, her heart doing an embarrassing tap dance in her chest.

She had rehearsed for this. She’d envisioned herself walking up, shaking his hand with just the right amount of confidence, and delivering a witty yet professional introduction that would make him instantly respect her as an equal. This was her moment.

Instead, she found herself walking over like a starstruck fan. “Hi, oh wow, um, hi,” she stammered, immediately regretting every life choice that had led her to this point.

Sebastian turned, lowering his sunglasses with the kind of precision that seemed pre-programmed for dramatic effect. “You must be Y/n,” he said smoothly, his voice dripping with movie-star charm as he extended his hand to her and she shook it.

“Yep! That’s me!” she blurted, practically vibrating. “Wow, it’s so great to meet you! I’m such a huge fan. Like, huge. Like, I’ve seen everything you’ve done. The Covenant! Loved it. Totally underrated. And don’t even get me started on Monday, so artistic! And The Bronze! Incredible. I mean, hilarious. The.. flexibility thing? Genius.”

“Wow,” Sebastian said, eyebrows raised, clearly trying to keep up with her verbal avalanche. “Thanks. That’s.. really nice of you.”

She realized she was still holding his hand and let go abruptly, trying to play it off like she hadn’t just confessed to memorizing his IMDb page. “Anyway! Yeah. Excited to work together. Totally professional here. Zero weirdness.”

Sebastian nodded slowly, clearly amused. “Totally professional,” he repeated, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting back a laugh. “Looking forward to working with you,” Sebastian added, his smile somehow both humble and dazzling.

She nodded rapidly, her cheeks burning. “Same here. Totally. Looking forward to.. whatever cool, broody, mysterious stuff you bring to the table.”

For a second, she was convinced this man wasn’t even human. He was too suave, too polished, too..

“Hold that thought,” Sebastian interrupted, raising a finger. He turned toward the catering table, where a tray of muffins sat innocently. “You see that?”

Y/n followed his gaze, confused. “The muffins?”

“Not just muffins,” he said cryptically. He reached out and grabbed one, holding it up like he’d just discovered fire. “Blueberry muffins. Nature’s perfect snack. These bad boys are fuel for greatness.”

Before Y/n could say anything, he took a huge bite.. and immediately started choking.

“Hold up!” Sebastian coughed, pounding his chest as crumbs flew everywhere. “Why is it.. why is it so dry?! Who made this?!”

Y/n stared, horrified, as he frantically tried to swallow, looking less like a Hollywood heartthrob and more like a man who had been betrayed by baked goods.

Sebastian grabbed a cup of coffee off the table, downed it in one gulp, then immediately gagged. “Who the hell puts cinnamon in coffee?! Are we on a Hallmark movie set?”

Y/n clapped a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. “Are you okay?”

Sebastian finally recovered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m fine,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Totally fine. Just.. testing the limits of my taste buds. You know, for the craft.”

She raised an eyebrow. “The craft involves choking on a muffin?”

“Sometimes,” he replied solemnly. Then, without missing a beat, he grabbed another muffin and stuck it in his jacket pocket. “You know. For later.”

Y/n’s awe evaporated faster than a CGI explosion. “You just pocketed a muffin you nearly died eating.”

He shrugged. “Never give up on a second chance.”

As if that weren’t enough to shatter the image of “cool Sebastian Stan” she’d built in her mind, he turned toward the crates he’d been leaning on earlier. “By the way,” he added, “check this out.”

With zero explanation, he picked up a wooden plank and struck what she assumed was supposed to be a ninja pose. “Been practicing my moves for weeks,” he announced proudly.

Before she could stop him, he swung the plank at a nearby punching bag. The plank snapped in half instantly, and the momentum sent him spinning, arms flailing, until he tripped over his own feet and landed in a heap on the floor.

The entire set went silent.

From his position on the ground, Sebastian held up a finger. “It’s cool. I meant to do that.”

Y/n stared at him, torn between horror and hysterical laughter. “You’re.. not at all what I expected.”

He grinned up at her, completely unfazed. “Good. Expectations are overrated.”

Her first impression of Sebastian Stan - the brooding, mysterious Hollywood megastar - was gone. In its place was a muffin-hoarding, plank-wielding disaster who somehow made falling on his ass look charming.

She sensed that working with Sebastian was going to be a lot more chaotic - and a lot more fun - than she’d bargained for.

—-

First Week

The first week on set felt like summer camp for adults with a multi-million-dollar budget. Between the constant boom of test explosions and stunt doubles flipping off cars like caffeinated ninjas, it was clear this wasn’t going to be your average work environment.

Y/n was slowly settling in, though she was still grappling with the reality of working alongside Sebastian Stan. Every time she caught sight of him, she couldn’t shake the image of the broody, badass Winter Soldier. But after a few days, she realized the man behind the character wasn’t broody at all.

No, Sebastian Stan was an agent of chaos.

It started with small things: the way he couldn’t walk past the catering table without stealing a croissant and stuffing it in his pocket “for later,” or the time he accidentally knocked over a prop barrel, tried to catch it, and ended up pulling down an entire fake wall in the process.

And then there was the smoothie incident.

Y/n was sitting in her trailer, flipping through her script, when she heard a commotion outside. She peeked through the window just in time to see Sebastian holding a blender, arguing with a production assistant.

“Listen, all I’m saying is, protein powder is boring,” Sebastian insisted.

The assistant looked exasperated. “Because it’s a protein smoothie.”

“Exactly!” Sebastian said, as if this were the most logical argument in the world. “Which is why I added Pop Rocks. For texture.”

“And the gummy bears?”

Sebastian shrugged. “For morale.”

Y/n snorted and shook her head. By the time the smoothie exploded in a sticky, rainbow-colored mess, she wasn’t even surprised.

Later that day, she was on set, running lines with him between takes. It was a relatively quiet scene, involving a tense exchange over a fake briefcase.

“You know, you’re pretty serious for a comedy,” she teased, slipping into character.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “And you’re too trusting for a spy.”

She frowned, puzzled, but before she could ask what he meant, the director called for a break. Y/n plopped into her director’s chair, taking a sip of her coffee..

Ffffffrrrrttttt!

The noise echoed across the set, loud and obnoxiously wet.

Y/n froze, her coffee halfway to her lips. “What the..”

She glanced down and spotted the unmistakable shape of a whoopee cushion, its pink plastic barely visible under the cushion of her chair.

Sebastian was already doubled over, laughing so hard he had to brace himself against a table. “Oh my God, your face!” he wheezed. “I thought you were going to spill your coffee!”

“Sebastian!” she shrieked, grabbing the offending object and hurling it at him.

He dodged, still laughing. “What? It’s a classic!”

“You’re ridiculous,” she muttered, standing up to inspect her coffee. Thankfully, it hadn’t spilled.

He grinned, clearly proud of himself. “And you just got initiated. Welcome to set.”

“Oh, it’s on now,” she warned, narrowing her eyes.

Sebastian raised his hands in mock surrender, still smirking. “Hey, I’m just saying, keep your head on a swivel. You never know when I’ll strike next.”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh, despite herself. It was in that moment she realized two things:

1. Sebastian Stan wasn’t just a Hollywood heartthrob, he was a dork in disguise.

2. She was going to spend the rest of this movie trying to outwit him.

—

Second Week

The film set buzzed with energy that Monday morning - a controlled chaos that somehow fueled the creativity of everyone involved. Lights hung overhead like glowing trapeze artists, cameras rolled with practiced precision, and stunt coordinators barked commands while actors in ridiculous harnesses dangled mid-air. The smell of fresh coffee and pancake syrup wafted from the craft services table, mingling with the sharp scent of pyrotechnics and fake blood.

Sebastian Stan lounged in his director’s chair, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Across from him, his co-star Y/n was mid-rehearsal, delivering a sarcastic one-liner to a green-screen stand-in shaped vaguely like a mutant robot. Though the script was packed with high-stakes action and snappy dialogue, the atmosphere on set was relaxed. That was, until Sebastian decided to shake things up.

The opportunity presented itself at the craft services table. Y/n, bleary-eyed, was yawning as she reached for her caffeine fix.

“Man, if I don’t drink this, I’m gonna be useless by scene three,” she mumbled, tugging at the mug. It didn’t budge.

She frowned and tried again, her grip tightening. Still nothing. “What the hell? Did I suddenly lose all my upper body strength, or is this mug stuck?”

Across the table, Sebastian leaned casually against the counter, barely hiding his grin. “Weird. Maybe it’s just you? That’s a lot of gym selfies for someone who can’t lift a coffee cup.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You did this, didn’t you, you glue-gun psychopath?”

He gasped, clutching his chest in mock offense. “Who, me? I’d never!” He paused, smirking. “Okay, I would. But this one wasn’t me. Honest.”

Y/n crossed her arms, unimpressed. “Sure. And I suppose the glue still on your fingers is from.. what? Your arts and crafts class?”

Sebastian glanced at his hand, then back at her, deadpan. “No. I’m making a scrapbook of all the times I’ve outsmarted you.”

Y/n didn’t laugh. Not outwardly, at least. But as Sebastian strolled away, she was already planning her revenge.

The next day, Sebastian’s smug grin vanished when his voice suddenly blared over the set’s sound system during a quiet moment.

Y/n, determined to get him back, managed to swipe his walkie-talkie and sneakily tune it into the sound system so now his voice was blaring all around the set.

“Testing, one-two - wait, why is this so loud? Uh.. whoever is in charge of snacks today, can we get some more of those tiny sandwiches? And maybe a fresh batch of guacamole? This is Sebastian Stan, signing off.”

The crew dissolved into snickers as Sebastian emerged from behind a prop truck, eyes narrowed. Y/n stood nearby, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

“Wow, Stan,” she called out. “Demanding much? Is this the Hollywood diva arc we’ve all been waiting for?”

“Oh, real mature, Y/n!” he shot back. “You just wait.” He threatened.

By the third prank, Sebastian decided to escalate. With a bribe and some charm, he convinced the hair-and-makeup team to rig Y/n’s hair dryer with a harmless - but hilariously messy explosion of glitter.

In the privacy of her trailer, Y/n flicked on the dryer, expecting a gentle blast of warm air.

“Finally, some me time,” she muttered when a loud *POP* was followed by a glittery storm of pink and gold cascading over her.

Sebastian poked his head into the trailer, his grin wide enough to rival a Cheshire cat’s. “Wow. I didn’t know you were auditioning for My Little Pony: The Musical. Bold choice.”

She turned slowly to face him, her expression a mix of disbelief and menace. “Sebastian, this isn’t a prank. This is an act of war.”

He doubled over laughing. “Oh, come on. You look magical! Like a unicorn had a midlife crisis and exploded.”

Y/n rose to her feet, glitter cascading to the floor with every movement. “Hope you enjoy finding glitter in your socks, your cereal, and your soul for the next ten years. Because that’s what’s coming for you.”

The crew had caught on by now, whispering about the escalating prank war between the two stars. The stunts and explosions in the script were impressive, sure - but they had nothing on the chaos unfolding behind the scenes.

—-

Third Week

By the third week of filming, the prank war between Sebastian and Y/n had reached legendary status. The cast and crew were now unwitting accomplices, silently choosing sides or pretending not to notice the chaos brewing behind the scenes.

The first day of the third week began innocently enough - or so it seemed. Y/n strolled onto set, a cappuccino in hand, savoring the comforting aroma of caffeine. She took a sip and immediately froze.

Her eyes widened, and she stared into the cup as if it had personally insulted her. “What the actual hell?”

Sebastian, leaning casually against a prop table, suppressed a grin. “What’s wrong? Not a fan of artisanal flavors?”

“This tastes like someone drowned a fish in my coffee!” she spat, clutching the cup like a weapon.

“Oh, come on,” he said, barely containing his laughter. “It’s a cappuccino.. with a twist. You know, surf and turf for breakfast.”

Y/n glared at him, then turned to a nearby crew member. “You knew about this, didn’t you?”

The crew member pretended to adjust a light, whistling nervously.

“Enjoy your laughs, Stan,” she growled, narrowing her eyes. “Because I just remembered that karma works fast.”

Sebastian should have been suspicious when he found a frothy green smoothie waiting for him at the craft services table later that afternoon.

“Wow, someone really stepped up the catering game,” he mused, picking up the glass. Y/n watched from a distance, trying to suppress her grin.

He took a generous sip and immediately gagged. “Oh my God! What is this?!”

Y/n appeared at his side, feigning concern. “What’s wrong? Not a fan of umami smoothies? It’s Sprite and soy sauce. Very trendy in some circles.”

Sebastian doubled over, wiping his tongue with his sleeve. “You’re psychotic!”

“Me?” she said sweetly. “I just thought you’d appreciate a taste of your own medicine.”

Later that evening, Y/n walked to her car, exhausted from a long day on set. She climbed in, started the engine, and waited for the GPS to load.

“Turn left in zwei hundert Metern,” the robotic voice announced in crisp German.

Y/n frowned. “What?”

“Turnen links jetzt,” the voice insisted.

She groaned, smacking the steering wheel. “Sebastian! You switched my GPS to German?”

The sound of muffled laughter came from nearby. She rolled down her window to find Sebastian leaning against his own car, clearly delighted with himself.

“You’ve got this, Y/n,” he called. “Just channel all those European art films you’re always bragging about watching!”

“Enjoy being lost in Seoul, you jerk,” she snapped.

He froze. “What?”

“Your phone. I switched the language to Korean. Good luck calling your agent!”

The next morning, things got weirder. Y/n bit into what she thought was a chocolate croissant from craft services, only to discover it was made entirely of foam.

She spat it out, glaring at the culprit. “Fake food? Really? That’s so amateur, Sebastian.”

“Is it, though?” he said, unwrapping his sandwich. He took a bite - and immediately realized it was made of rubber.

They stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“This war is getting out of hand,” she admitted, still laughing.

“Never,” he replied. “We’re just getting started.”

But the real coup de grâce came during wardrobe fittings.

Sebastian emerged from his trailer, his costume pants visibly tighter than they should have been. He tugged at the waistband, trying to make them fit. “What the hell? Did they shrink my pants in the wash?”

Y/n, watching from the sidelines, smirked. “Oh no, you look great! Very.. form-fitting. It really shows off your quads.”

“I can’t even sit down without risking a wardrobe malfunction!” he protested.

“Then don’t sit,” she said innocently.

His payback didn’t take long. Later that day, Y/n was supposed to wear an elegant evening gown for a pivotal scene. She stepped out onto set, only to realize the dress had been altered to include an exaggerated train that stretched a good ten feet behind her.

She tripped on it almost immediately.

“What the.. why am I suddenly starring in Gone with the Wind?” she shouted, glaring at Sebastian.

He shrugged, biting back a laugh. “I thought you’d appreciate the drama. You know, it’s giving very red carpet moment.”

“You’re dead,” she hissed, hiking up the ridiculous train and stomping off to wardrobe.

By the end of week three, the entire cast and crew had taken sides in the escalating prank war. The director, at his wit’s end, tried to address it during a production meeting.

“I’m begging you two to call a truce,” he said, rubbing his temples. “We’re behind schedule, and..”

“I’ll call a truce,” Y/n interrupted, “when Sebastian admits he can’t fit into his own pants anymore.”

“And I’ll call a truce,” Sebastian retorted, “when Y/n stops hoarding glitter like it’s the cure for all her problems.

”The crew groaned. The director sighed. And the war raged on.

—-

Fourth Week

By week four, the prank war between Sebastian and Y/n had surpassed the realm of playful antics and entered the domain of pure chaos. The crew was now fully invested, taking bets on who would break first. The set had become a battlefield of wits, and there was no telling where the next blow would land.

The week began with a surprise for Sebastian: his car, once a sleek black beauty, was now covered in neon Post-it Notes from bumper to bumper. Each note bore a poorly drawn stick figure of him, along with captions like “World’s Okayest Actor” and “I Heart Tom Hiddleston.”

Y/n stood nearby, coffee in hand, trying to keep a straight face.

“Y/n,” he said flatly, inspecting the chaos. “Do you have any idea how long this is going to take to clean?”

“Oh, I do,” she replied, smirking. “That’s why I’m staying to watch.”

“Careful,” he warned, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You’ve awakened the dragon.”

Y/n stepped out of her trailer the next day, script tucked under one arm, getting ready to go home after a whole day of filming without Sebastian for a change.

She made her way to the parking lot, humming to herself, until her gaze landed on her car.

Her brain needed a full five seconds to process what she was seeing.

Googly eyes.

Googly eyes everywhere.

Her entire car had been transformed into some kind of cartoonish nightmare. The headlights each sported a massive pair of eyes, complete with fluttery lashes. Smaller googly eyes were stuck all over the doors, windshield, tires, and even her side mirrors. There were hundreds - no, thousands - of them, ranging in size from dime-sized dots to the kind that belonged on giant stuffed animals.

“What the..” Y/n approached the car cautiously, as though it might start talking to her in a squeaky voice. She reached out and poked one of the larger eyes on the hood. It wobbled unnervingly.

A voice from behind her broke the silence.

“I call it The Car That Sees All.”

Y/n spun around to find Sebastian leaning casually against a nearby golf cart, arms crossed, grinning like a kid who just got away with stealing the last cookie.

“Sebastian,” she said, her tone deadly calm, “what did you do to my car?”

He gestured to the googly masterpiece with a sweep of his hand, as if unveiling the Mona Lisa. “You’re welcome.”

“Welcome?!” she shouted. “It looks like a Muppet had a midlife crisis all over it!”

Sebastian gasped, feigning offense. “Muppets are a national treasure, thank you very much.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, hands on her hips. “How long did this take you?”

“Hours,” he admitted proudly. “Had to get the right mix of big and small googly eyes, you know? Balance is everything.”

“You balanced my humiliation?”

“Y/n,” he said solemnly, “you don’t humiliate art. You appreciate it.”

She snorted, trying not to laugh. “Oh, I appreciate it, all right. Just wait until you need a ride somewhere and I pull up in this thing.”

“Are you kidding? This car’s a legend now!” he said, circling it with admiration. “People are gonna turn heads when they see this rolling down the street.”

“They’re going to call animal control because they think it’s possessed,” she muttered, shaking her head.

Sebastian tilted his head, considering. “Fair. But admit it - this is the best prank yet.”

She gave him a long, hard look, then finally cracked a small smile. “Fine. I’ll admit it. This is.. annoyingly clever.”

“Thank you.” He bowed, smug as ever.

“But don’t get comfortable,” she added, stepping closer. “Because payback’s coming. And when it does? It’s going to have twice the googly eyes.”

Sebastian grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Can’t wait.”

Sebastian returned to his trailer after a long morning of rehearsals later that week only to stop dead in his tracks. Every available surface of his trailer - walls, ceiling, furniture - was covered in glossy, high-resolution pictures of Tom Hiddleston.

Tom in a suit. Tom in Loki gear. Tom smirking. Tom dramatically staring into the distance.

The pièce de résistance? A life-sized cardboard cutout of Hiddleston perched in the middle of the room, holding a sign that read, “#TeamTom.”

“Y/n!” Sebastian roared, stepping inside and ripping one of the pictures off the wall. “Really? Hiddleston?”

Y/n strolled by his trailer, sipping a coffee with the most innocent expression she could muster. “Oh, hey, Sebastian! Did you get my little.. tribute?”

“You’re a menace,” he said, holding up a photo of Hiddleston holding a Golden Globe award. “This is personal.”

She smirked. “I thought it might inspire you to aim higher.”

Sebastian, of course, wasn’t going to let that slide. The next morning, Y/n found her trailer transformed into a bubble wrap fortress. The walls, the furniture, even the floor were wrapped tightly in layers upon layers of bubbles. Her chair popped loudly as she sat down, and her makeup mirror was completely unusable under its bubbly cocoon.

“Really, Stan?” she muttered, stomping around and popping bubbles with every step.

Sebastian leaned against a nearby production van, watching her with smug satisfaction. “What can I say? Safety first.”

“Oh, I’m going to get you for this,” she called out, snapping a strip of bubble wrap in his direction.

“Take your time,” he said, walking away. “I’m sure Tom Hiddleston could help you come up with something.”

But Sebastian wasn’t ready for what came next.

During lunch break the next day, a small group of women suddenly appeared at the edge of the set, armed with signs that read things like “Justice for The Covenant!” and “Why did you do Monday?” They screamed and waved frantically whenever Sebastian walked by, calling out, “Sebastian, we still love you - despite your terrible career choices!”

Y/n leaned casually against a food truck, grinning ear to ear as she watched the chaos unfold.

Sebastian squinted at her, ignoring the fans chanting, “Fresh Start! Fresh Start!”

“You recruited my craziest fans?” he asked, incredulous.

“Yep,” she replied. “Turns out, they’re a very passionate bunch.”

“Y/n, this is insane. You can’t just weaponize fandom!”

“Oh, I absolutely can.” She sipped her smoothie, then added, “They’re staying for the whole day, by the way. Better keep your head down.”

Sebastian smirked despite himself, already plotting his retaliation.

Y/n had been bragging about a new, "fancy" perfume she’d bought, claiming it was "exquisite" and "unique." Sebastian, knowing that she’d never expect him to go after her precious fragrance, decided to make his move.

He waited until she was filming a scene, and the moment she left her trailer, he crept inside like a ninja.

Y/n’s perfume was sitting on the table, practically begging to be tampered with. Sebastian had an idea. He went into the trailer’s tiny kitchen and grabbed a bottle of garlic oil, along with a few other suspicious ingredients he could get his hands on. Then, he carefully swapped the contents of her perfume bottle with his concoction. A mix of garlic oil, a dash of motor oil, and a hint of something that could only be described as “fishy.” He carefully sealed the bottle, gave it one last glance of satisfaction, and slipped out without leaving a trace.

When Y/n returned to her trailer and reached for the perfume, she didn’t think twice. She was in the mood to smell fabulous.

Sebastian hid outside, watching through the window like the deranged mastermind he was.

Inside, Y/n spritzed herself generously with the perfume, took a deep breath, and then - her face froze. Her eyes darted to the bottle, then to the air around her.

What.. the hell?

A wave of disturbing scent engulfed her. It was like someone had bathed in expired garlic bread, motor oil, and that weird smell that comes with rotten fish. Her face contorted in disbelief as she recoiled, nearly knocking over the perfume bottle in shock.

She took a few steps back and sniffed again. "Oh, no." She looked down at the bottle with horror. "What.. did I just do?"

Sebastian could barely keep his composure. From the outside, he could hear her gagging.

Y/n rushed to the mirror and sniffed her neck in disbelief. "I smell like I just rolled in a dumpster fire mixed with a pizza that's been left out in the sun for two weeks!" She grabbed a cloth to try to wipe it off, but it was like the scent was bonded to her skin.

She stormed out of the trailer, holding the cloth to her face in a desperate attempt to neutralize the stench. "Sebastian!” she yelled, looking for him like a predator.

Sebastian, pretending to act innocent, leaned casually against her trailer. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“You,” Y/n hissed, narrowing her eyes. “You did something to my perfume!”

Sebastian grinned, fighting the urge to laugh. “What are you talking about? That perfume smells great!”

“No. No, it does NOT,” she snapped, “I don’t know what sick magic you’ve cursed me with, but I will get you back for this. I’ll make sure you never smell like roses again.”

Sebastian tried, and failed, to keep a straight face. "Hey, if you’re going for something unique, that’s a one-of-a-kind scent."

“I smell like I’ve been marinating in a vat of industrial waste,” she growled. “I hope you enjoy my revenge because it’s going to be epic.”

—-

Fifth Week

By week five, the prank war between Sebastian and Y/n had spiraled into absolute chaos. What had started as harmless fun was now a full-blown production nightmare, with the entire cast and crew living in constant fear of becoming collateral damage. Nothing on set was sacred anymore - not props, not food, and certainly not personal space.

It was as if they were in a live-action Tom and Jerry episode, except Jerry was armed with glitter bombs, and Tom had a talent for sabotage that bordered on genius.

Sebastian should have known something was up when Y/n was too quiet during lunch on the Monday of that week. Her mischievous grin - hidden behind a fake veneer of innocence - should have been the first clue. But Sebastian, ever the professional (and occasionally gullible), had shrugged it off.

The scene was a critical one: his character was supposed to leap off a skyscraper in a dramatic escape. It required a harness and rigging, and the entire crew was abuzz preparing for the perfect shot. Little did he know, Y/n had spent the previous evening plotting the most spectacular prank yet.

Sebastian stood at the edge of the set’s mock skyscraper, adjusting his gloves and glancing down. “Alright, let’s get this over with. One take, people!” he called out confidently.

“Don’t forget to make it epic, Seb!” Y/n shouted from below, barely able to keep a straight face. She was stationed with the crew at ground level, holding a walkie-talkie like she was an important part of the operation.

Sebastian gave her a playful glare. “Don’t worry, Y/n. Unlike you, I nail my stunts.”

“Bold words for someone about to become internet famous, ” Y/n muttered under her breath, smirking.

The crew members, who were in on her plan, exchanged knowing glances as they prepared the rig. Hidden within the harness was Y/n’s pièce de résistance: a full-blown unicorn costume. Complete with a rainbow mane, sparkly hooves, and a long, flowing tail that would flutter majestically in the wind.

“Ready?” the director called out.

Sebastian nodded, rolling his shoulders. “Born ready.”

As the countdown began, Y/n gripped the walkie-talkie tighter, barely containing her glee.

“Three… two… one… action!”

Sebastian leapt off the platform with a dramatic yell, his arms outstretched like an action hero. The harness engaged smoothly, suspending him in midair as the cameras rolled.

But then - whoosh!

The hidden compartments in the harness deployed, unfurling the unicorn costume in all its sparkling, pink glory. In an instant, Sebastian transformed from a rugged action star into a mythical creature, complete with a glittering horn atop his head.

“What the.. ?!” he bellowed mid-swing, realizing something was very, very wrong. He twisted to look at himself and nearly lost it when he saw the rainbow hooves dangling in front of him.

The crew burst into laughter, some doubling over while others frantically filmed the spectacle on their phones. Y/n was on the ground, practically wheezing.

“SEBASTIAN THE MAJESTIC!” she yelled through the walkie-talkie. “THE HERO WE NEVER KNEW WE NEEDED!”

“Y/n!” Sebastian roared, his voice echoing as he dangled midair. “What the hell is this?!”

“It’s called artistic flair, Seb,” she shouted back, tears streaming down her face. “You’re finally reaching your full potential!”

Sebastian tried to glare down at her, but it was hard to look intimidating with a sparkly horn bobbing on his head. “When I get down from here, you’re DEAD!”

“Oh, come on,” Y/n teased, doubling over in laughter. “You look so majestic! I bet you’ll trend on Twitter by lunchtime!”

“Cut!” the director called out, wiping away tears of his own. “Oh my God, I needed that.”

When Sebastian was finally lowered to the ground, still wrapped in his unicorn ensemble, he marched straight toward Y/n. She held up her hands in mock surrender, still giggling.

“Okay, okay, don’t kill me!” she pleaded. “It was too perfect to pass up.”

Sebastian stopped inches away from her, leaning down so they were face to face. His voice was low and dangerous, but his lips twitched with a suppressed smile.

“You’d better sleep with one eye open, Y/n,” he said. “Because I’m coming for you.”

Y/n grinned wickedly. “Bring it on, Unicorn King.”

And just like that, the Unicorn Leap Incident became legendary on set - immortalized in behind-the-scenes footage and memes that Sebastian would never live down.

But just days later another legendary prank courtesy of Sebastian happened. After the Unicorn Leap Incident, he knew he had to up his game. No glitter, no costumes - this time, it had to be bigger. So naturally, he turned to the special effects team, who were all too happy to assist in pulling off the most chaotic prank of the century.

It was late in the evening, and Y/n was wrapping up a scene in a dimly lit alley set. Exhausted, she dragged herself toward her trailer, yawning and muttering about the world’s need for longer naps. What she didn’t know was that Sebastian had been plotting for days.

Hidden in the shadows of the lot, Sebastian and a crew of conspirators were armed with remote controls, fog machines, and, most importantly, a massive inflatable alien spaceship.

As Y/n approached her trailer, she noticed an odd mist creeping around the base. She paused, narrowing her eyes. “What the hell..?

The faint hum of something mechanical started, growing louder and louder. Her head whipped around as flashing green lights illuminated the area.

“Oh, come on,” she groaned, already suspicious.

Before she could react, an enormous inflatable UFO descended from the top of the set, complete with spinning lights, glowing tentacles, and a deep voice that boomed:

“YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN, EARTHLING.”

Y/n screamed, instinctively ducking as the UFO hovered precariously close. “WHAT THE HELL?!”

From a hidden speaker, Sebastian’s voice - disguised by a hilariously bad alien accent - blared out. “WE REQUIRE YOUR *GLITTER-BASED ENERGY* FOR OUR PLANET.”

“SEBASTIAN!” Y/n shouted, spinning in circles to find him. “I SWEAR TO GOD..”

Before she could finish, the UFO shot out a giant net, which ensnared her in a ridiculous tangle of inflatable tentacles.

“HELP!” she cried out, half-laughing, half-panicking as the net tightened around her.

The fog machine intensified, surrounding her in a haze. Suddenly, a group of extras in full alien costumes emerged from the mist, their heads bobbing comically as they marched toward her.

“Oh, come on!” Y/n wheezed, struggling against the net as they began to chant in an absurd alien language that sounded suspiciously like someone reciting a Taco Bell menu.

One alien stepped forward, holding a silver scepter. In a deep, melodramatic voice, he proclaimed:

“The Glitter Queen shall ascend to our mothership!”

“GLITTER QUEEN?!” Y/n shrieked, doubling over in laughter.

From a safe distance, Sebastian was clutching his stomach, tears streaming down his face as he controlled the inflatable UFO with a remote.

“She’s losing it!” he gasped between laughs.

“SEBASTIAN STAN, YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE!” Y/n hollered, caught somewhere between hysterical laughter and actual rage. “WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS NET -”

“Bow to your alien overlords, Y/n!” Sebastian called out from behind the fog, his voice nearly cracking from laughing so hard.

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”

Eventually, the UFO slowly “ascended” back into the sky, the aliens retreated, and the net released Y/n, leaving her sitting on the ground, disheveled and gasping for air.

Sebastian emerged from the mist, still laughing as he offered her a hand. “Peace offering?”

Y/n glared up at him, though her grin betrayed her. “You’re dead to me, Unicorn King. Dead.”

Sebastian shrugged, smirking. “Admit it - you’ll never forget this abduction.”

Y/n took his hand, pulling herself up before smacking him on the arm. “Oh, I’ll remember it, alright. When I turn your trailer into a real crime scene.”

The crew, watching from the sidelines, erupted into applause. The Alien Abduction Prank became a legend on set, rivaling even the infamous Unicorn Leap - and the prank war was far from over.

Y/n had spent days orchestrating her pièce de résistance: convincing Sebastian his trailer was haunted. With the help of the effects crew and some horror-movie-level theatrics, she turned his cozy retreat into the set of Paranormal Activity: Actor’s Edition.

The speakers were rigged to emit creepy whispers, the lights wired to flicker unpredictably, and, the crowning glory - a life-sized animatronic ghost ready to scare the living daylights out of Sebastian. She even got fake blood to drip from the bathroom mirror, spelling out ominous messages. Y/n was particularly proud of the fog machine that turned the bathroom into a misty portal to another dimension.

Sebastian walked into his trailer in the evening, several days later, blissfully unaware of the chaos lying in wait. He tossed his bag on the couch, humming a tune, when suddenly - BANG! The door slammed shut behind him with the force of a WWE wrestler.

He jumped, glancing over his shoulder. “Weird,” he muttered, shrugging it off.

That’s when the whispers began.

“Seeeebaaaastian...”

He froze mid-step. His eyes darted around the room. “Y/n, if that’s you, I swear..”

The lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then plunged the trailer into darkness.

“Oh, hell no,” Sebastian muttered, pulling out his phone to turn on the flashlight. Before he could, the bathroom door creaked open, and a cloud of fog billowed out like a gothic villain’s entrance.

“Y/n?!” he called out, voice an octave higher than usual.

No response.

Instead, the whisper returned, louder and creepier: “Leeeave... NOW.”

Sebastian backed up, eyes wide, when suddenly, the animatronic ghost floated out of the fog, its glowing eyes locked onto him.

He let out a scream that could’ve shattered glass.

“OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT?!” he yelled, grabbing the nearest object - a throw pillow - and chucking it at the ghost.

The ghost advanced, arms outstretched, emitting a low, guttural moan.

“NOPE. NOPE. I AM DONE. I’M DONE!” Sebastian scrambled to the door, yanking at the handle, which had mysteriously “jammed” thanks to Y/n’s prior tinkering.

Behind him, the bathroom mirror began to drip with fake blood, spelling out: *GET OUT NOW.*

Sebastian froze. “Okay, okay, I’m leaving!” He tugged harder on the door, cursing under his breath. “Why won’t this damn thing open?!”

Meanwhile, Y/n and the crew were outside, watching the hidden camera feed and laughing so hard some of them were on the verge of collapsing.

Inside, Sebastian was still fighting for his life. The ghost let out a sudden, piercing shriek, and the fog machine blasted a fresh cloud of mist.

Sebastian panicked, grabbing his bag and flinging it at the ghost. “I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL SUE THIS TRAILER!”

Finally, Y/n burst in, flipping on the lights and yelling, “Gotcha!”

Sebastian froze, looking like he’d just run a marathon while being chased by rabid dogs.

“YOU!” he shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at her.

Y/n was doubled over, tears streaming down her face as she howled with laughter. “Oh my god, Seb, your face! I can’t breathe!”

Sebastian glared, his chest heaving. “You’re evil! Legitimately evil!”

“Worth it,” Y/n choked out, barely able to stand.

Sebastian glanced at the animatronic ghost, now harmlessly slumped in the corner. He groaned, rubbing his temples. “I’m never trusting you again. Ever.”

“Oh, come on,” Y/n teased, grinning. “You have to admit, it was a masterpiece.”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes but couldn’t suppress a reluctant smile. “Alright, Y/n. You win this round. But just wait. The king of pranks always gets the last laugh.”

“Bring it on, Unicorn King,” Y/n shot back.

And with that, the prank war escalated to a whole new level of chaos.

His payback came on a Friday - the day of Y/n’s birthday.

Y/n stepped into her trailer that morning and immediately froze.

The door creaked open, and she was met with.. chaos. Absolute chaos.

A chicken clucked and strutted across her carpet. A pair of rabbits hopped over her shoes. A duck waddled by, quacking indignantly.

And in the corner stood a llama.

“Larry,” a sign around its neck read. “Please take care of me.”

“SEBASTIAN!” she bellowed, stepping inside as a lamb tried to chew her purse strap.

From behind her, he appeared, holding his phone like a proud dad capturing her reaction. “Happy birthday, Y/n!”

“Are you INSANE?!” she yelled, dodging a goat that had somehow squeezed under her table.

“It’s a mini farm,” he said with a grin. “You’ve been talking about wanting to adopt a dog, so I thought, why not start big?”

“Big?!” she repeated, gesturing to the llama. “Sebastian, there’s a llama in my trailer!”

“Larry,” he corrected.

“And ducks! And - oh my God, is that a sheep?!”

“Technically, it’s a lamb,” he said.

She buried her face in her hands, half-laughing, half-crying. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” he said, stepping closer. “But admit it - you’re impressed.”

“Impressed?” she said, crossing her arms. “I’m..”

“Admit it,” he interrupted, smirking.

“Fine,” she said, sighing. “You got me. This is.. hilariously absurd.”

“Good,” he said softly, his tone shifting. “Because I have one more surprise.”

Y/n’s eyes narrowed. “If this involves glitter, aliens, or another llama. ”

“Nope,” he said, cutting her off. He held out a small gift bag, grinning at her.

Y/n took it, and peeked inside. It was a box of chocolates - real ones - and a handwritten note that read, “You’re the only person who could survive five weeks of this madness with me.”

When she looked up, his expression had softened.

“Listen,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “This prank war has been fun - okay, it’s been ridiculous - crazy even - but.. I was wondering if we could call a truce?”

Her brow lifted. “A truce? You mean you’re finally admitting defeat?”

“Not exactly,” he replied, grinning. “I’m proposing we redirect all this energy into something.. else. Like maybe dinner? Just the two of us?”

Y/n blinked, caught off guard. “Wait. Are you asking me out right after you brought a llama into my trailer?”

He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a man of timing.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Is that a yes?”

Y/n glanced at Larry, then back at Sebastian, her smile widening. “Fine. But only if you promise to clean up this farm.”

“Deal,” he said, grinning. “And for the record, Larry stays.”

“Absolutely not.”

As they walked out of her trailer together, the crew cheered then let out a collective sigh of relief, knowing the prank war had finally - and mercifully - come to an end.

Larry, however, was spotted lounging in Sebastian’s trailer later that afternoon, party hat still firmly in place while Sebastian and Y/n finally went off set as dates and not enemies.

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itfsbdkghnluvr · 9 days ago

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𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

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pairing: fushiguro megumi x itadori yuji

raiting: mature

summary: set in the gritty underbelly of new york city, yuji itadori, a street dancer, and megumi fushiguro, a reclusive street artist, are both part of underground movements fighting against systematic oppression and social injustice. they cross paths for the first time, and with their teams backing them, they confront the harsh realities of activism while exploring their identities and love in a city that never sleeps.

tags: street dancer!yuji, street artist!megumi, new york city au, aged up characters, activism/politics, japanese-american characters, no curses, mutual pining, slow burn, strangers to lovers, musical references, hurt/comfort, angst and feels, canon compliant, dual pov, no smut, past geto suguru x gojo satoru, minor choso x yuki, latino aoi todo

warnings: graphic depictions of violence, alcohol, marijuana, profanity, implied sexual content, referenced child abuse, illegal activities

word count: 18.5k

status: ongoing

a/n: inspired by another work tagged in the beginning notes ⠴⣤⣀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣶⢛⠛⠛⠛⠲⢦⣄⣀⣀⣀⣤⡶⠞⠛⠛⠛⠛⠶⣤⣄⣀⣀⣀⣤⣶⠞⠻⠛⠛⠓⠶⣤⣀⣀⣀⣠⣴

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

more chapters TBA

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2012

The first time Yuji interfaced with Vessel and felt his spark was after his parents died in a car accident when he was only eleven years old, giving his grandfather custody of his childhood.

The old man wasn’t an affectionate person, but still provided the boy with everything he needed and more.

“Feel free to call this your home from now on.” He said.

When the kid cried and asked if there was anything he could do to bring his parents back, his grandfather wouldn’t give him a tissue to caress his cheeks flushed with tears or warm him with the most sincere hug, instead he would take his hand and lead him to the old and yellow walled location that was the living room. The place smelt like smoke since the first day he put his foot into the house, but he supposed it was because Wasuke would lit and smoke a cigarette at least five times a day. Here, he let Yuji sit on one of the two big couches put in the opposite corners of the space and brought him a pen and a sketchbook to make him lose himself in it. Initially Yuji was really confused on what he had to do with the objects he was given and with what his grandfather had meant. The old man simply responded: “Let the ink guide you.”

And so he tried.

Eventually he stopped asking questions, despite the still present and lingering pain he felt, and started going to the couch by himself.

In the beginning the lines he drew didn’t make any logical sense. They were only strings of blue ink sprayed on a white surface, but with time passing they started to grow on whatever his mind suggested to him, which wasn’t always what you’d expect a child to represent. Sure, there were airplanes and rabbits, but Wasuke started noticing how repeatedly Yuji drew explosions.

Red, yellow or blue and green bursts would be the subjects of the boy’s art and expression.

His grandfather never gave him any type of observation or remarks on it, only intense staring.

Yuji eventually got used to that too.

Eruptions and tinted gleams stopped making an appearance when his hand ceased to follow geometrical and sharp movements to pursue a more loose and soft pace, giving another meaning to it all.

The eyes were first, then the face shape and the nose, until he was looking at his mother’s face.

She didn’t look realistic. Not enough. But Yuji had somehow felt her again, after such a long time to his perception.

Everytime the pen was in his hand, it would navigate through the paper and paint it in her image and likeness.

He gave up.

Up till dance.

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rene-hl-trashcan · 2 months ago

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OC/MC Alternate Universe Ask Game

So, I was inspired when @starry-slithers asked me what would my gremlin's role/actions if they were stuck in a zombie apocalypse AU and I thought of doing this list.

Reblog/Link this list so your followers can ask about your MC / OC's role or actions in the AUs! (Who knows if it can double as a writing prompt too?🤣)

(Part 1 for now until I get more inspiration and do another one)

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Zombie Apocalypse AU (What kind of zombie apocalypse? RE-style zombie? Train to Busan-style zombie? How do they deal with it? What is their role in the AU? How long would they survive? If they turn, will there be a miracle where they don't hurt their loved ones? How would they be put down and by who if they turned?)

80s/90s slasher AU (Are they the killer? If they are, how do they hunt their prey? Or are they the final survivor? If they are, how do they defeat the killer? Or are they the first to die? If they die, how did they die?)

Idol AU (What position do they have in the group? Or are they a solo artist? Any challenges they had to face as an idol? Do they find love in a fellow idol or a fan? If so, how does that relationship works?)

College AU (What is their major? Or are they the professor? How do they cope with college life? Do they have a scholarship? Will they enjoy crazy college life or will they stick to studying?)

Forgotten God/Deity AU (What kind of forgotten deity would they be? Why were they forgotten? How were they in their prime? Do they still have a believer, or are they vanishing because their last believer passed away?)

Mermaid/Siren AU (What kind of mermaid/siren are they? What do they look like? Do they have human-like disguises to lure their victims? How do they lure their victims? If they're not born mermaids, how were they turned into one?)

A/B/O AU - recommended guide made by my friend if you're interested (What are their A/B/O gender? How did that affect their life? How do they meet their pair/mate? How do they cope with societal challenges/life as whatever their second gender is?)

Monster/Monster Hunter AU (What kind of monsters are they? If they are the hunter, who do they work for? Weapons of choice for hunter, signature feature for monsters? Do they find love in their enemy? If so, how? And how do they deal with the opposition against their love?)

Actor/Hollywood AU (What kind of drama/movies they usually star in? What are the roles they usually get? Were they well-loved or controversial? What are they like during interviews/promotions? What kind of style do they go for while attending award shows/Met Gala?)

Influencer/Content Creator AU (What kind of influencers/content creators are they? What types of content do they make? What is their fanbase like? Does their fanbase have its own name? If so, what it is and why? What platform do they prefer?)

Medical Drama AU (What are their role in the hospital? General physician? Specialist doctor? How are their bedside manner with their patients? Do the hospital staff like them? How do they wind down after a gruelling workday? How do they cope if they lose a patient? How professional are they at work? Are they good doctors or the diabolical ones? If they're diabolical, how and why?)

Medical Supernatural AU (What supernatural shit happens in the hospital? Is the hospital for the supernatural folks, or is it a regular hospital but your MC was affected by an unexpected event like in Ghost Doctor K-drama? How do they cope with the supernatural stuff?)

Pirate AU (What kind of pirates are they? The chaotic but good ones like Jack Sparrow or the heinous ones like the historical pirates? Do they have a love interest? If so, is that love interest a rival pirate/navy officer hunting for them/others? What is their main purpose of being a pirate? How do they climb the hierarchy?)

Crime Drama AU (What are the roles of your MC in the AU? The detective/cops? If so, what kind of crimes are usually assigned to them? Or are they the criminal? If so, what kind of criminal are they? Is the police corrupt? If so, are your MCs corrupted? Why/why not?)

Harem Drama/Concubine AU - (What kind of harem they are in? Is the lord/lady they serve kind to them? Do they fight fair to be the top concubine? Or are they the types to fight dirty to gain power? If so, how do they eliminate their rival? Are rival's children off the table or will they go all out to gain power?)

Superpower/EVOL AU - (What kind of superpower do they have? Were they born with it, or were they experimented on? How do they use the power? Are there any side effects of the power? Do they like their power? Why/Why not? Were they on the side of the law or were they on the opposite side? Why/Why not?)

Soulmate AU - (What are the soulmate rules of the AU? Do they believe in/like the soulmate thing? Will they fight the determined destiny to be with the person they like? Will they resist their soulmate to prove that destiny cannot control their life?)

Coffee Shop AU - (Are they the barista, manager or the customer? If they're the customer, what kind of customer are they? Do they have preferred orders? What time do they usually come to the coffee shop? If they are the staff, what are their customer service style?)

Fairy Tales AU - (What is the fairy tale story they are set in? What is their role/archetype in the story? Do they subvert the traditional expectations of the roles or not? If so, how do they do it?)

Step-parent AU - (Why do they choose to date/marry someone with a child? Does the child like them? How do they treat the step-child? If they have their own child, will the treatment be different? How do they deal with negative reactions from the step-child?)

Spy/Undercover AU - (What is the organisation they work for? Are they good or bad? What is the purpose they go undercover? What kind of spy/undercover agent are they? How do they conduct their mission? What would they do if they were caught? What will they do if they fall in love with the enemy?)

Isekai AU - (What kind of story would they get isekai-ed into? What is the character they transmigrated as? Will they stick to the original plot, or will they change it? If they change it, how would they do so? What would be their main goal after realising they have been isekai-ed?)

Holy War AU - (What kind of religious system are they fighting for/against? Why are they supporting/fighting the religious system? What are their role and position in this AU?)

Exorcist/Ghost Whisperer AU - (How do they get their ability? Are they kind towards or are they scared of the ghosts/supernaturals? How do they exorcise the supernatural? How do they use the whisperer's ability to deal with the supernatural folks? Do they appreciate their ability or do they wish it to be gone? Why/Why not?)

Arranged Marriage AU - (What era does this set place in? Does their spouse love/like them? How do they treat the spouse that they do not love? Why are they in an arranged marriage in the first place? Will they fall in love with their spouse? If so, how will it happen? Will they cheat on their spouse with their actual lover? If so, will they feel guilty about it? Will the spouse accept it?)

Shapeshifter AU - (What kind of creature do they shapeshift into? Why? Is there any specific time they will shapeshift or will they have full control over when to shapeshift? Is it a common thing everyone does or will they have to keep it a secret? Any cute love story that comes from their shapeshifting shenanigan? If there is, how does it happen?)

NSFW/Mature AU under the cut

Serial Killer AU (What kind of serial killers are they? What are their motives behind the killings? Bonus point if it's not childhood trauma. Do they collect trophies from their victims? What are their modus operandi? Any specific murder method they favour? Do they torture their victims? Who are their target victims? Why do they choose these poor souls? How do they discard/dispose of their victims? Do they taunt the authorities? If so, how and why haven't they arrested?)

Camboy/Camgirl AU (What kind of stuff do they usually do while streaming? Are they into roleplay? If so, what kind of roles do they do for their shows? Do they like the job, or do they do it for survival? What would be their stage name for the job? Are they the people-pleaser type who do everything their viewers ask for, or are they the type of are in control and put their viewers in place? What are their target demographic?)

Stripper/Prostitute/Porn Stars AU (What kind of establishment do they work for? Is that establishment kind and fair to them? How happy are they with the job? What kind of people are on their clientele list? Do they enjoy the job? Are there any costumes/kinks they favour? Do they wish for another job? Why are they in the field in the first place?)

Organised Crime AU (What kind of organised crime do they do? What would be their position in the organisation? How do they prefer to eliminate rivals? How do they deal with traitors? Do they like leaving warnings to the authorities/rivals? If so, how do they do that? Do they have a forbidden love interest in law enforcement? If so, how do they approach that love? Would they betray their organisation or would they abduct, manipulate and gaslight their love interest?)

Power Abuse AU (What kind of situation are we talking about? Is it Sovereign/Servant, Scientist/Experiment subject, Boss/Staff, Loan shark/Debtor or other situations? What kind of power/role do they have and how do they abuse their authority? Are there any exceptions to their power abuse? If there are, why the exception? Do their victims retaliate? Was that retaliation successful? Why/why not? What are their response/reaction to the retaliation?)

Stalker AU (What is the reason they stalk the victim? How do they stalk their victim? Is their obsession fatally dangerous, or it's only traumatisingly creepy? Will they be arrested? If so, why? Will they cross the line from mentally traumatising their victims to physically harming their victims? If yes, how will they do it?)

#Hogwarts Legacy MC #Hogwarts Legacy OC #OC Ask Game #Writing Prompts #oc challenge #I got no time but if you wanna ask me about my gremlins feel free #I might take forever to answer tho cuz me is busy AF

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