#who’d you cosplay?

[muffinsin]

I need to tell you me and my friends cosplayed the dimitrescu family today and it was the most amazing thing ever

Awhh! That sounds hella awesome, hon!!🙌👀

[tryingtofindava]

OMG , OMG, Are you an expert in creepypasta, I want to give you my request If you don't mind ... May i've a request for Jeff the killer,ticcy toby , Laughing Jack ( if you write for him ) and eyeless Jack please?!

With sweet fem s/o who don't know they are serial killers and only give them affection (like kisses every day) NSFW

Preatty please, love you baby

── 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭! 𝐒/𝐎

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

INCLUDES: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, and Eyeless Jack.

srry pookie bear not touching the nsfw today :c might come back to this idea later with just NSFW tho >:)

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

You definitely got his eye when he first saw you, immediately taking in your sweet bubbly aura. (You were definitely on his bucket list of victims after he stalked you for a bit)

But one day, he got a little too cocky and you caught him. And to his surprise you didn’t seem to mind at all when you found this questionable looking stranger stalking around outside your bedroom window.

You’re guys difference in aesthetic in personality is what made you guys hit it off. YOU GUYS ARE THE DEFINITION OF SUNSHINE X MOON.

He thinks you’re too sweet to actually be sweet tbh, but you never fail to prove him wrong.

He’s cocky and arrogant, and the god complex on this man is UNBELIEVABLE… The only reason you’re alive in his head is because he was gracious enough to let you continue with your life. Not that he’d tell you that ofc!!

“Do you think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course, you’re so handsome!!”

He likes that you agree he’s beautiful for sure. (He fishes for compliments all the time, anything to stroke his ego.)

He’s possessive, and borderline obsessive. You’re his. And that’s that.

He takes you where he wants, when he wants. The woods? Yep. The shitty convenience store toilets? Double yep yep. Anywhere you guys could get caught in general? YUP.

Double life points because you don’t even know he’s a literal serial killer, like, even though all the signs and red flags are there.

When you guys started to date, he did soften up a bit, not as cruel and mean. But only a little bit. He LIVES for the surprise kisses.

Typa guy who’d ask ‘where’s my hug at?’

╰┈➤𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲

This boy THRIVES off how sweet you are, it all works in his favour really. Your house is like his hide out spot, away from his… ‘work’ and honestly just everything.

You’re his safe space. His home.

He does think you’re a bitty dull though, and he often wonders how long his ‘I’m a hunter’ excuse will work.

He’d try his very hardest to keep you a secret from the others, but his Tourette’s to make him tic and stutter put your name and nicknames. Which definitely raises some questions on who this ‘Y/n’ and ‘Schatz’ is.

“A-a-and then he- Y/n- fuh-fuck…”

Please, please, please help him through his episodes and tic attacks. He’ll cherish you forever and ever. (He already did but it’s set in stone now.)

He likes that you’re nice to him, he feels so super duper special that he’s getting love and affection, him! Of all ppl!! (poor boy just needs some loving yall)

He’s ECSTATIC when you guys start to date, he’s not very experienced since he’s only dated Clockwork (my beloved) BUT HE’S A FAST LEARNER AND PICKS UP ON EVERYTHING QUICKLY!! ^^

He was so super shocked when you started giving him little kisses here and there, and it soon becomes a game of who can get the most surprise kisses in a day. (He’s proper pouncing on you to get to ur neck)

╰┈➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤

When you guys first met, it was around 9pm. It was dark outside, the street lamps Turing on one by one. We’re carrying home some grocery bags, and when you bumped into a tall, dark and mysterious man with an eerie mask… you immediately compliment his cosplay.

“Ohhh, cool cosplay!!”

“What…?”

Okiii, so anyways you guys are dating now<3

He’s a sneaky one for sure, out of him, Toby and Jeff, he’s the best at keeping what he does a secret. Not that’d you’d notice either way but… yh.

He’s a possessive bastard like Jeff though, he worries about how sweet you are to everyone, he’d hate if someone were to upset you or even worse, hurt you… (And if they do he’d take care of them for you)

He likes that you don’t question his grey skin, empty eye sockets, the sharp teeth, 3 tongues, and ESPECIALLY the tar dripping from where his eyes should be. Less work for him to make up excuses.

But, that doesn’t stop you from questioning his eating habits…

Always questioning him and lecturing him of he shouldn’t feast on raw ‘animals’. Yeah… you bet your ass he’s not telling you about the cannibal or demon thing. And it’s gonna stay like that.

You’re too sweet and pure to him to be revealed to the horrors that is himself. How he longs to be in a universe with you were he can be normal so you guys could live the white picket fence life style.

But, he doesn’t get that. But at least he gets you all to himself, demon or not.

He’s more stunned by your surprise kisses against his mask, but he does find it adorable, how couldn’t he? The way you lean up on your tippy toes with puckered lips. He can’t help himself but slide his mask up and take you right then and there.

wowee was this long, can u tell I had to get this out of my system:3

[thehmn]

We often say children aren’t born hateful, they’re taught hate, and this is one of the best examples of that.

A public library in Denmark put on a drag show for kids. The performers made these wonderful princess dresses for the occasion.

And of course hateful people protested outside. But when I saw the protestors I could tell they were about the same age as me which meant they’ve been watching a “drag show for kids” their whole fucking childhood. May I present Vera.

She’s a cleaning lady played by a male actor. Her makeup looks like that because that was the stereotypical look for lower class women at the time. She started out as a background character who’d claim to know all sorts of famous people because she cleaned their house and people loved her so much she eventually got her own show.

And like, she looks like a drag queen character. I’ve seen drag queens with personas very close to this. Vera’s style of comedy was even very close to that sort of funny drag. A low class woman who acts feminine and then randomly does something like fix a wedgie.

And that’s definitely not lost on the younger generation. Just check out Ivan’s cosplay of her (LINK)

And most countries have their own version of this and you just want to ask them “Remember this character from your childhood? The man in drag, yes. Please share the horrible trauma you apparently got from watching them on tv”

[wonderjanga]

Marvel’s Halloween Costumes

So, it’s almost October, which also means Halloween is coming up. Who or what do you think Billy would go as? I personally think he would go as Starlight, from The Boys. I think he would pull up in full cosplay, skirt and everything. Let’s say something wacky happens in Fawcett during Halloween too and the Ghost of Halloween pops out of nowhere and stars wreaking havoc and all of a sudden a superhero dressed as a fictional superhero raises their hands and electrocutes the ghost. I can also see Billy either knowing nothing about the show or actually having watched the show. Because if he hasn’t watched it would be funny, but if he has it would be hilarious, because I think Billy would fully go along with the ‘pretending to be in The Boys universe’ thing. (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, go to YouTube and go to the Vought International channel, click any of the vids, then go to the comments and you’ll see what I mean)

Like honestly, I can see an interview like this happening after he defeated the Ghost of Halloween:

Reporter: “Hello, fellow citizens of Fawcett, after our hero’s battle with the Ghost of Halloween, I’ve managed to snag an interview with him! So, Captain Marvel, it appears you’re dressed up for the holiday. Who are you?”

Marvel: “Oh, I’m Starlight, from The Boys.” *Gives a little smile and wave.*

Reporter: “May I ask why you picked her?” *Holds up microphone for Marvel.*

Marvel: “I picked her cause she’s my favorite character from the show, and she has lightning powers like me.” *holds a hand up and let a couple sparks dance around his fingers before putting his hand down* “i actually almost went as Stormfront, not show Stormfront though, comic Stormfront. And if you’ve read the comics or at least seen what he looks like, you’d notice that me and him look pretty alike.” (I’ll show a pic of him at the end) “He actually has a lot a my powers, of course on a smaller scale. But you see, sure, he has most of my powers, his suit also looks a lot like mine but of course, he’s a nazi. He’s literally weaker me if I wore more purple and had Captain Nazi’s personality. So… it was obviously an automatic no.”

(Bro doesn’t know this could get him canceled maybe)

And so yeah. I could see this happening. Also, he found out that he and Stargirl were twinning when he went up to the Watchtower to steal an entire box of Halloween themed cupcakes brought in by Canary. (he’s broke and doesn’t want to get an actual Halloween bucket because he knows the rats in his little hideaway will eat it all. The box holding the cupcakes might slow them down enough so that he can wake up before the rodents get to them)(Starlight is a parody of Stargirl apparently too)

Also, also, I think Freddy would dress up as Brightburn, and I think that every time someone would ask about it, Billy would say something along the lines of, “kids will be kids,” or “he’s being edgy,” or “he’s going through that phase.” As for Mary, I actually have no idea who’d she dress up as but for some reason my mind keeps going to Glitter Lucky or Glitter Peace from Glitter Force so let’s go with one of those. (I think it’d be more likely Glitter Peace cause she has lightning powers)

Also the photo:

[starsetven]

What would it be like to be roommates with the boys? I imagine it would be easier for Link to give MC healthy food skdjsjs

If you were roommates:

Vic

Once vic was comfortable enough, he’d stop cleaning his personal space. His room would be cluttered with piles upon piles of a combination of clean and dirty laundry. He’d do his best to keep his messes in the communal spaces tidy, but he’s a pretty big offender for leaving dirty dishes in the sink and plastic wrapper trash for his protein shakes on the countertops. He would be a very messy roommate.

More under the cut:

Aside from his messy habits, he’d be pretty helpful in other aspects of your life- like setting up your internet connection to never have advertisements!

He’d arrange your setup to provide you high speed internet access too! You’d have access to whatever you wanted to watch completely ad free. You’d be free to browse the web ad free too!

If you were ever having any trouble with your tech, he’ll fix it in a cinch! :^)

Vic may pop into your room at night and ask if you’re open to hanging out. He doesn’t sleep well by himself, so vic would probably spend a lot more time in your room, rather than his own. Even if that meant crashing on your floor. He’s desperate to be around you.

He just finds your presence soothing.

Vic pays your rent in full. It’s as if you’re a couple! So everyone thinks anyways on account of how close Vic behaves with you.

Everyone in the neighborhood is seen as a threat, so vic makes it absolutely obvious to anyone in the surrounding area that he’s yours. And you’re his.

Avery

Your apartment is now a craft store.

Avery keeps yards of fabric on a rack in the apartment, along with dozens of plastic drawers filled to the brim with sewing supplies.

Since Avery does cosplay commissions, he has to bring his workspace to your apartment.

They’re very tidy, so they make sure to never leave their supplies lying about the apartment when they’re not in use!

Peppa is the messiest contribution to the apartment.

Avery would host weekly movie nights, catering for the little event with their finest snacks and treats!they’d put that baking course to use just for you. They’d wanna binge watch all their favorite anime’s with you, or bad reality shows that were horribly produced. Anything would be good, because ultimately he’s just happy to spend time with you.

Miku decorations. Everywhere he can get away with. Miku shower curtains, Miku posters, Miku figures- they would play a lot of her music while working on the latest commission.

Grimes oblivion Miku cover on loop x10

Considering their gourmet snacks, you’d be eating very well. Whatever your heart desires, Avery would whip it up in the kitchen. They’d share whatever they made, always ensuring there were extras for you to eat. The apartment would always smell of hints of cinnamon and sugar.

Sometimes Avery’s behind on their rent, but only because of poor tipping nights. :(

He bounces back pretty quickly whenever they open new commissions slots.



Tyler

You wouldn’t see him much, rather he wouldn’t be home most days.

Tyler is an incredibly independent person, so getting him to agree to be your roommate would be very difficult in the first place.

Once living together, it’s as if you never had a roommate. His room would be so barren anyone who’d visit would mistake his room for a guest room. You could even use it at such, since he’s hardly home. Tyler isn’t a materialistic person, so he hardly has many clothes. What he does possess is a basic outfit to change in and out of, and a spare set for when it needs to be washed.

On the rare chance he is spending the night, not a sound omits from his bedroom. Tyler holds up in his room until he’s sure you’re asleep, and only then will he feel comfortable enough doing basic survival tasks such as eating and showering.

Tyler is extremely tidy, leaving no trace behind. He ensures to keep his room clean despite never really using it. The only space he actually would utilize would be the air vents.

He pays rent on time, never makes a peep, and makes himself scarce. The ideal roommate.

Link

Link would absolutely encourage you to join him for meals as your roommate, offering healthy alternatives to your favorite dishes. If you were set on eating takeout, he’d relent occasionally on the condition you ate something green with your meal.

There’d be lots of books moved into your shared apartment. Link owns a small library’s worth in books, so chances are he’d fill your shared home with hundreds of copies of various titles. He’d especially pride himself on his non fiction section.

Link does a bit of gardening, so his green thumb would be ever so present in your shared home. He’d grow all of your favorite flowers, ensuring your home was blooming annually every season.

At the end of a long day, link enjoys unwinding in your living room. He enjoys listening to records on his gramophone with a hot cup of jasmine tea.

If you leave your door unlocked at night, he can’t help himself from laying in the empty spot next to you, watching your sleeping form until sunrise. How could he sleep when you were right there? Your peaceful sleeping face was mesmerizing, the sounds of your breathing- your swirling scent that flooded his senses- your soft skin that glided underneath his fingertips. You, You, You!!

Your things would turn up missing. Mostly miscellaneous things, like forgotten jewelry, old pairs of underwear, and some of your nearly empty deodorant containers or your cologne/perfume bottles.

Good luck finding your things. He’s very organized. :)

Link never misses a payment, he always pays in full.

The neighbors are starting to complain about the overgrowth from your home.. and that smell.. it’s strong, as much as it is disorienting. Link enjoys growing various plants of different shapes and sizes. One of them must be omitting that putrid smell.

[annemarieyeretzian]

glad you had a good time at the live show!! if you feel like sharing, what was the energy from the audience like? did you meet anyone nice or see any cool cosplays?

anon I know I exaggerate on the daily but it was one of the best nights of my whole entire actual life.

the energy from the audience was wonderful!!! I was really surprised tbh bc for as wholesome as I find the cr cast and cr as a concept the fandom is definitely one of if not the most toxic I’ve ever encountered. but everyone was friendly and happy to be there, so many extremely talented people showed up in INCREDIBLE cosplay (I saw some ashtons and dorians and fearnes that blew my damn mind), and we were all reacting and responding to what was happening without being disrespectful or thoughtless – there was lots and lots of cheering and clapping and sympathetic noises when someone rolled badly or said something painful. I sat between a wonderful man named matt from san diego who’d only gotten into cr a couple years ago but knew the greek theater well and gave me all sorts of pointers for how to get around and a sweet couple who chatted and laughed with us about the characters all evening. I’ve really only ever felt that immediate camaraderie and safety at pride events. it was a really special thing and I’m so glad I went!

and also it was just an incredible show. like. top episode of c3. almost everything I hoped for happened. it was a wild ride. character work! combat! terrifying minis! sudden danger! floaty hot boi! awkward situations! new characters! good rolls! bad rolls! brennan lee mulligan was there! christian navarro was sitting two rows in front of me! matt getting a hdywtdt! the crowd singing along to the intro! travis’ comedic timing! robbie in blue blush! all the women being gorgeous! what more could I possibly want!!!

[astrhoeluvr]

Astrhoe Observations Pt.5 🫂🥰🫶🏻

(Here we go again….👀😗)

Back to 👉🏻 my materialist 👁️🫦👁️.

a lil disclaimer : these are just my personal observations, so don’t take any of them to heart🥳.Some could be applicable to you and some would differ, so take all of them with a grain of salt OKIE! enough of me blabbing let’s get on with it🫶🏻🥰

😈🔥: Aries/Capricorn/Scorpio placements what is it with y’all and wanting to experience the enemies to lovers/rivals to lovers trope??! 👀🤨 (Not me calling myself out😁🤡)!

😃😭: Pisces placements be making eye contact with random ass strangers and start journaling about how they met their soulmate at the subway 😝😝 like baby no, they ain’t your soulmate 🥰.

🎤🎧: Pisces placements could prefer listening to old school music (70s, 80s, 90s etc) 👀🎧👩🏻‍🎤 whereas Aries placements would prefer listening to the latest upbeat pop/hiphop music 🎵🔥✨.

🌋🌍: 9th house placements could be really good at geography. They’re the one’s who’d randomly pull out a map during an argument and say HA! I told you the Colorado river flows through the Grand Canyaon!! Like??😭😭( YES WE GET IT!! y’all are smart 🤪🥱🫣).

🦴😖: I’ve noticed Chiron in Capricorn peeps could have broken a bone at least once in their lifetime😭.

👩‍🎤🧚🏻‍♀️🧝🏼‍♀️🧞‍♀️: Mutable placements could really be into cosplaying yk?? Or might have a thing for people who cosplay👀😌 (maybe a turn on?🫣😳).

😏🗣️: Libra in the 3rd house (Leo risings) are such SMOOTH talkers, like nah fr. Can literally lie their way out of any situation, y’all slick frfr😈👀🤨.

🔮🧿: Scorpio in the 3rd house (Virgo risings) have such amazing intuitions. They’re literally the friends who say “I told you so” 😀😗 cause they’re always RIGHT. (Yes I love Virgo rising’s!! AND WHAT ABOUT IT!!🥰 will always compliment them at any chance I get).

👩‍👦‍👦💖: Your momma’s 4th house sign could be a prominent sign in your chart.

For instance if your mom has Sagittarius in the 4th house, you could have prominent sag placements 🤔💭😗.

🤪😛: Sagittarius placements are either : let me tell you this story which really inspired me to tap into my philosophical side of being📚📖📆🧐👩‍🔬🤔 or let’s fuck this shit up baby!!!😈💅🏻🥰🥵🥳🎉🍾👯‍♀️🎊 (or both teehee🤭) - sincerely, a sag dom here!!😘.

Okay that’s all for today luvs🥰🫶🏻

(Please do not copy or plagiarise any of my work <33)

- san✨🍵🪴📖🧘🏻‍♀️

[cosplayinamerica]

Milly from TriGun : Emma

My first con was in Baltimore for Otakon 2001. Pre 9/11! I originally wanted to attend a con either out in Colorado or Texas, but I was the only one in my circle of friends in New Mexico who had a part time job, so there was no one I could travel with. 

I cosplayed as Milly from Trigun and you can actually find photos of me from old internet archive pages because Trigun was at the high of popularity. I originally made Milly for a Halloween costume, so when I showed it to my online friend  in the Trigun mIRC chat a photo of me in cosplay, she insisted I come to Otakon the following year and join her Trigun group.

Unlike a lot of early 90’s/00’s cosplayers, I didn’t have anyone who’d taught me how to sew. So Milly was entirely bought from a trip to the Goodwill. I bought brown pants, a duster, a red tie and yellow suspenders. I remember feeling so proud to find yellow suspenders because in the anime her suspenders are yellow. I was like “wow! I’m so canon compliant. I’m a cosplay pro!”. She has a little green cap and I went to Joanns, bought some fabric and just cut it out and hand stitched it and safety pinned it to the duster. Current me would have been shocked at a lack of surging or a mockup or putting snaps in to make sure the cape stayed on, but it was the wild west back then for when it came to cosplaying. 

At Otakon I had my half-assed Goodwill costume, but everyone loved it, I got so many photos and so many hugs. It was a rush of validation I’d never felt, I was this weird 17 year old living in New Mexico where I had very few friends who liked anime, so going to a con with so many people who knew Trigun and loved my costume was incredible. It made me want to keep cosplaying, 

The Trigun fandom at the time was pretty big. There wasn’t social media the way there is now, but there was a decent community. I think the anime sensibilities mixed with a very western setting was a huge draw to the western ‘otaku’ culture at the time. Vash also had such an iconic look.

A lot of Otakon 2001 was just people being excited to see other members of the Trigun community and get to connect and talk about the show, it’s one of the things I really enjoyed about cosplay back then. It felt easy to strike up a conversation with someone about the character you or they were dressed as and make a new friend. I’m actually still friends with a Wolfwood cosplayer from back then! 

You probably hear this a lot when you talk to older cosplayers, but while I’m happy cosplay has become more popular, it makes me sad there’s less of a focus on learning to sew and learn skills and more of a focus on buying a costume online and posting a photo of it on social media for as many clicks possible. I made Milly from pieces at The Goodwill with so few photos remaining of her and she was probably the most attention I’ve gotten from a cosplay. For young people reading this, don’t be afraid to learn to sew. Don’t be afraid to not have a perfect costume, there’s skills even I’m still learning and I find the building of the costume just as rewarding as wearing it or any attention I get on it.

Over 20 years later I’m still cosplaying. I literally have half of a Genshin impact cosplay in my lap I’m working on as I type this. I’m actually waiting for the next season of Trigun Stampede because I’d love to come full circle and make Milly again with my now 20 years of skills as a cosplayer.

[bluemoonperegrine]

Ted's on First - Part I

This is the first scene (~1200 words) of the long-awaited Waffle House fic. It's taking me forever to get this thing written, but I'd rather take the time to do it right.

Although this is set in the Bittersweet Symphony universe, you don't have to have read any of it to follow this.

UPDATE: The whole fic is here on ao3.

Rating: Gen Characters: Elsa Bloodstone/Jack Russell, Ted Sallis (Man-Thing), original characters Word Count (eventually): ~3500 Warnings: Canon-typical violence (eventually)

Ava knew the pair was trouble the moment the plate glass door swung open. A gust of humid, marsh-scented air preceded two fit thirty-somethings whose dress better suited a pop culture convention than southern Florida.

“Mornin’,” Ava called over the din of her washing dishes behind the counter and the mess of eggs and hash browns Tom had sizzling on the grill. Between the late hour and their location on the outskirts of the Miami metro area, the two of them could run the Waffle House.

A swarthy, clean-shaven man of Indian descent nodded acknowledgement as his eyes swept across the nearly empty diner. Dried mud spattered his dark boots and the bottom of his black duster. The fact that his long coat was buttoned closed despite the warm night air outside suggested he was packing. All he needed was a pair of sunglasses to cosplay Neo from The Matrix.

Ava glanced at Kendra, who perched on her usual stool at the far end of the counter. The big-boned woman with natural Black hair was watching the new arrivals as well. Kendra nodded, then returned her attention to the door.

Neo stepped aside to make way for his companion: a Black woman with her hair in cornrows. Her garb was similar to Neo’s with the exception of her medium-length leather coat. She also surveyed the nearly empty dining room, skipping over Kendra to linger on the customers sitting at the table on the right side of the door. Those two, an attractive older couple who’d been playing footsie under the table, wore motorcycle safety gear.

“Sit anywhere you’d like,” Ava told Neo and Trinity.

After giving her a cursory smile, the woman headed for the table on the left side of the door. Neo followed. 

Ava dried her hands, pulled her order pad and pen from the pocket of her yellow apron, and strode around the end of the counter toward the older couple. Kendra smiled and said quietly in Creole “I’m watching” as Ava moved past her.

Despite his back being to her, the tanned, forty-something man with salt-and-pepper hair sat up straight as Ava approached. After frowning over his shoulder in Kendra’s direction, the handsome man gave Ava a friendly smile. His companion, a fair-skinned, dark-haired woman who was beautiful even with her brows knit together, continued studying the single-page menu.

Ava prompted, “Need another minute or two?”

“Mi vida?” the man asked his probable wife. Neither wore a wedding band.

The woman frowned harder at the menu. “Nearly,” she replied with a light British accent. “You go ahead.”

“Okay.” After glancing over his wife’s shoulder at Neo and Trinity sitting their table ten feet away, he turned to Ava and smiled. “The cheeseburger platter, please—”

Ava jotted it down. “Lettuce, tomato, pickle?” 

“Yes, please,” he said with a Latino accent. “And a cup of coffee. It’s late, you know?”

The man’s smile had grown bigger somehow. Ava felt herself returning it as she admired his green irises and how the corners of his eyes crinkled—

The British woman pointedly cleared her throat. “I’m ready to order.”

“Right!” Ava blurted. She felt her face heat up as she met the woman’s displeased countenance. Her husband chuckled, as did Kendra from her spot at the end of the counter. “What can…”

The Latino was looking over his shoulder again as if he’d heard Kendra. The notion was ridiculous, as was how something dark had seemed to move under the table. The couple was probably playing footsie. 

After taking a breath to compose herself, Ava addressed the British woman. “What can I get you?”

“The steak hash brown bowl,” the woman said frostily, “with jalapeños—”

 “Ahht!” the man mock scolded.

The woman heaved a sigh and leveled an impatient look on her husband. “Jack, I am not using that silly lingo.”

Jack’s face fell. “But you have to! It’s a rule.” He grinned at Ava. “Right?”

Ava gulped, wishing her customers were the usual ones who came in after the bars closed. Drunks she could handle. These two were weird and she still had to deal with Neo and Trinity. “Uh…”

The woman handed the menu to Ava as she shook her head at her husband. “You can,” she said, trying to withhold a grin. “You know what I like.”

Her husband’s smile became more of a leer, which made Ava blush and the woman chuckle. “Go on, and stop torturing the poor girl.”

Jack turned back to Ava with a polite smile. “She’ll have hers scattered, chunked, diced, peppered, and capped.” He grinned at his wife, who rolled her eyes as the corners of her mouth tugged up.

“And to drink?” Ava asked them both because she had no idea who’d reply at this point.

“Tea?” Jack asked his wife.

The woman gave Ava a skeptical look. “Is it orange pekoe?”

Ava yearned for drunk patrons who only wanted coffee. “I guess? It’s Lipton’s.”

“Coffee,” the woman sighed, “black.” She looked fondly at her husband. “Bring lots of cream for him.”

“Yes, please,” Jack said. In a stage whisper he added, “Don’t mind her. She’s hangry.”

“I am not hangry!” The woman’s mouth snapped shut. She blushed as her husband chuckled.

Ava willed herself to not react and risk provoking the not-hangry British woman. “Back in a minute with coffee,” she said and retreated, catching Kendra’s eye as she walked past. Her friend followed her behind the counter as she called the order to Tom, a ruddy white man who looked older than his fifty years.

Grateful for the clanks of metal utensils on the grill, Ava murmured to Kendra in Creole, “He can hear you.”

Kendra looked his way. “Seems that way,” she said quietly. “He doesn’t see me, though.”

Ava put two mugs on the counter and poured coffee, leaving room for cream in one of them. “Untrained?”

“Maybe,” Kendra replied. She didn’t seem concerned. “Jack seems harmless. But he is keeping an eye on the other two. His wife is too. She’s using the reflection in the window.”

Ava took longer than necessary putting coffee creamer cups in a bowl for the Latino. “This really isn’t a good night for things to get interesting.”

“It’ll be fine,” Kendra said, laying one hand on Ava’s shoulder. The touch had no weight, only a gentle coldness. “Don’t you worry.”

Ava nodded, grateful for her grandmother’s presence. 

As she picked up the mugs with one hand and the bowl of creamer in the other, she looked at Neo and Trinity at their table on the far side of the counter. With only stars and headlights from I-75 traffic lighting the night sky, the floor-to-ceiling window behind the customers acted as a mirror. Kendra, who looked about thirty, wasn’t there, of course, but Ava’s reflection was. They both were tall, but Ava lankier. Her black hair was in a multitude of thin braids, the bunch of them gathered at the nape of her neck with an elastic hair band. Her black T-shirt, pants, and yellow apron and visor were nothing to write home about. College tuition and bills had to get paid somehow.

Trinity and Neo must have felt her eyes on them. They glanced at her simultaneously.

“Coffee?” Ava asked.

“Yeah,” Neo said with a neutral American accent. “That’d be good.” Trinity nodded agreement.

Ava returned it as she headed for her other customers. “Coming right up.”

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For anyone who's read "Past Is Prologue," Kendra is the same Kendra in that fic. 😊

Also, I was lazy in the Bittersweet Symphony fics and made Elsa American. She's British here because it's more accessible for anyone who hasn't read that series, and easier to differentiate her from other female characters when writing from Ava's POV.

[envihellbender]

Prom night at Ormond high

Fandom: Dead By Daylight

Characters: The Legion (Frank, Jules, Joe, Susie.)

Content: Genderfluid!Julie/Jules, Trans!Susie, Trans!Frank, Cosplay Joey/Joe

Summary: When Legion Night and Prom Night Merge.

Legion been planning Prom Night for months. Susie had never got to go to prom as herself before - well, never gone to prom at all. She was so excited that the Legion decided to make it a night she’d never forget. Jules helped Susie style her hair, plaiting the pink locks into a side Dutch braid. She made her own dress, combining different coloured translucent netted fabric into a layered skirt, making it scrunched up and asymmetrical. The pinks, purples, and blues all merging together. The shape flowing out so dramatically and chaotically so she didn’t feel pressured to tuck. She sewed it to a sporty t-shirt her dad bought her. She didn’t support like Hockey, she didn’t have any interest in the Calgary Flames and yet every single season since she was a baby he’d bought her the latest kit. It slowly became something genuinely sweet to a cruel gesture. She cut the neckline so it was lower and cuter. She sewed the sides in so it wasn’t quite so loose, and dyed the fabric into tiedye pink before using paint and markers to turn the flaming C to an S. She completed the look with a purple hoodie with blue flames on the sleeves and hem, grey woollen leggings, and Jules’ old pink Converse sneakers. Since it was Legion night, she had an old fencing mask she stole from school spray painted blue with purple flames at the bottom.

Jules had been to prom before, but it always with long blonde hair and a dress her mom forced upon them. They had been bought a dress this year, their mom trying to pawn the sons of her friends off on Jules, becoming angrier with every insistence they made that they had a boyfriend. They ended up giving in on the dress only, or so their mom thought. Jules gave it to Susie, she was one hell of a seamstress and could turn it into a nice dress. On the Legion Prom night, like Susie Jules finally got to go to prom as themselves. They wore a white button up shirt, a black waistcoat, a black leather collar with a silver ring, pinstripe black trousers, a loose studded belt, a tighter black belt with charms hanging from each loop (varying things like bats, coffins, and daggers), and a silver wallet chain. Jules straightened their hair and cut it to be chin length at the front and Frank helped with a pair of clippers to make it a number four at the back. Their mom cried when she saw it, their dad snorted and laughed - telling them they looked like a few choice words. Their little brother who’d just started high school said boys won’t like them anymore, Jules stared at him deliberately as they said ‘good’. For their mask, they took a hockey mask and painted it silver, simple but terrifying. Like a sleeker 21st century Jason, they thought.

Joe didn’t really care much about prom itself, the social aspect made him anxious so he did what he did to deal with the way he wanted to puke about being in group settings… He became someone else. On this occasion he made a Jason Todd cosplay - Red Hood era of course. Plus, it would feel like a smug fuck you to the basketball player who said Batman wasn’t for people like Joe. The Red Hood mask worked perfectly for Legion Night, he picked the artwork from the latest Batman comic series the Hill. He spent weeks in Art class making the red face covering, he made the class black eye mask out of Kevlar, and the lower half vibrant red armour out of EVA foam. He thrifted a red hoodie, and Susie helped him cut the sleeves off nice and neat, Grey combat trousers and a utility belt he already had from his previous cosplays, a black t-shirt was easy enough. Susie’s skills with the stolen sewing machine at the ski lodge meant he good tactical style grey pockets to the hoodie, and the red hood logo to the t-shirt. He wore black combat boots and him and Frank stole him some red hand wraps from the local sports store. Joe was so happy with it, he couldn’t wait to be Jason Todd and teach the creepy 4chan weirdos at school who talked about how much they loved the Joker a lesson.

Frank had been evasive about what he’d wear, and Jules managed to drag him out with their dad’s stolen credit card. Frank had never been to a school long enough to have a prom, and prior to now it never bothered him but Jules, Joe, and Susie wanted it to be special for him too. It wasn’t anything too flashy, a black blazer with matching suit trousers, a crimson shirt, black shoes, badges and pins for the lapels and his black tie… and that was that. When Frank saw himself in the mirror, his binder ensuring it fit just how he wanted it to he ended up having to try and hide (unsuccessfully) the tears building in his eyes. He spray painted his own mask in skull paint, and there they were. All ready for the best prom night Ormond was ever going to see.

Susie snuck out, wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a hoodie with the hood covering her hair and a backpack that was straining and heavy. Joe picked her up in his car and breathed a sigh of relief that no one had questioned where she was going. Joe was ready, more or less. His story was that he was going to work the night shift security for some extra money, if he told his mom he was going to prom she’d ask way too many questions. She was too tired from her long shift to notice Joe was in a cosplay outfit. Jules delighted in wearing their androgynous get-up, smirking as their parents screamed and yelled, by the time Frank came to pick them up (they’d requested, just to piss of their folks even more) their mom was giving them the silent treatment and glaring at them both. Their dad had stormed out to go drink his weight at the local watering hole, probably where Clive was.

“You look beautiful and handsome all at once, babe,” Frank said before they kissed in front of their mom. Deliberate, of course. They went out to Joe’s car, both diving in the backseat and Jules stamping their feet trying to get out their intense hyperactive excitement. They had everything they needed, and once they were all dressed, it was down to the high school for their biggest Legion night yet.

It had been a big job that required a lot of preparation but on the night itself it was surprisingly straightforward. Barring the exits was easy, they could do it all from the outside of the high school gym and use the fire escape to get to the roof. The decorations were a fire hazard in themselves, and they’d hidden fireworks underneath the stage that morning, so when they opened the skylight and poured petrol down onto the unsuspecting students, dropping a lighter into the hall below… It was much less resistance and went a lot smoother than they could have dreamed. They ran to Joe’s car, climbing on top of it to watch the fireworks light up the nights sky, soundtracked by mundane pop music and the screaming and yelling. When they got to the ski lodge and looked down over Ormond, they could still see the fireworks, as well as the police cars, ambulances, and fire engines. The four of them had their own prom - music, booze, and Legion. It was all they needed. They made bets about how many got out alive, and joked about what the cruellest bullies looked like with their skin boiling on their bodies. It was truly a prom night they would never forget.

[florencemtrash]

The Wisp Between Worlds

CHAPTER ONE: BLACK WATERS

Acotar fanfic/rewrite. Inner Circle x OC. Eventual Azriel x OC.

Summary: Have you ever wondered what you would do (and do differently) if you found yourself trapped in the fantasy world of your dreams? For Nora, this fantasy of hers is about to play out when she finds herself portaled away to the Moral Lands south of Prythian. But all is not as it seems. Feyre Archeron is missing and the deadline to break Amarantha’s curse draws near. Who will save Prythian now?

Warnings: None for this chapter that I can think of, but expect angst, death, and sadness in the future.

Masterlist

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She needed to get outside. Callahan Barge was too tall, too sweaty, and too business casual for the kind of night she wanted to be having. Makeup swam down her skin cutting brilliant blue rivers down the tan of her cheeks. When she’d last caught a look at herself in the dusty bathroom mirror she’d been shocked and intrigued at the wide, kohl-lined eyes that stared out from beneath the glitter and paint. Lauren had decked her out in a skimpy, shimmering black dress, fish-net stockings, and the accompanying makeup to “let her live out her party fairy fantasies.” After all, she deserved to dress the part for her first Halloween as a 21-year-old. But that well-deserved fantasy took a hit when Callahan, cosplaying as an aspiring accountant (as per usual), started flirting with her at the bar.  

“Why don’t I buy you a drink?” his perfect white teeth gleamed in the UV light of the club glowing almost as brightly as the white button-down shirt he wore.

“I’ve got one already.” She stared directly in his eyes, taking a sip of the fruity mocktail the bartender had shaken up for her. He eyed the drink in her hands and she raised her eyebrow, daring him to make a comment. She was the designated driver for the night and the strongest liquid currently sloshing around in her cup was lemonade, but he didn’t need to know that.

“A second drink then?”

“No.”

He fiddled with his wrist watch, visibly flustered. “So about your thesis-” He began, desperately trying to spark a conversation.

“I have to go find my friends.”

“Oh right,” he pushed back his golden waves, “well hey, if you’re free after-”

Nora ducked behind the body of a passing security guard who’d been alerted to the sound of retching towards the right of the bar. Slipping nimbly through the crowd she tried to ignore the prodding of elbows and the occasional misplaced grinding of hips. Callahan was a nice guy, the kind that would have a position at Goldman Sachs by January and a 401k set up by May. The problem was he didn’t seem to understand why being randomly partnered with Nora for a creative writing assignment was enough grounds for a relationship. 

Fuck this. Nora thought to herself after five minutes of circling the lower and upper levels of the club. It would be impossible to find Lauren and Garett in this crowd and calling was pointless. The music raged from the speakers so loudly she could feel the bass rattling her bones.

She made her way towards the back doors, pressing against the sticky handle and sighing when the rush of cold, autumn air whisked the moisture from her skin. The wind carried the scent of the sea across the boardwalk. She breathed it in, having forgotten what air smelled like when it hadn’t been circulated through hundreds of drunken, jerking bodies. 

I’ll be outside for a bit. Let me know when you guys are ready to leave. 

With a whoosh the message was sent and she tucked the phone back into her pocket, wrapped her arms around herself, and made her way down to the pier. 

Aside from the handful of people smoking around the lamp post’s pool of light and the couple grappling at one another on a bench, the pier was empty. Nora kept her head down to give them all their privacy and walked to the edge, staring out at the inky black waters. She couldn’t see three feet past where the last lamp post feebly flickered, but she heard the licking of waves against the rocks, growling and slurping like some hungry creature.

Salt opened up her airways, leaving its distinct taste in her mouth and a faint burn in her lungs. It was in moments like this where she let herself wonder, truly wonder, about what would happen if she simply stepped over the edge and let herself get swallowed up.

You’d probably break your legs against the rocks you idiot. 

The thought of flailing about in the cold waters waiting for someone like Callahan to fish her out like a wet rat made her cringe.

I’d never actually do it. Stupid Freudian death drive.

It was just something she wondered about. What if there was something that was waiting for her? What if she was just wasting time waiting for the big thing to come along?

And what would that big thing be? 

Who knows.

And if it never comes?

Shut it.

Nora scolded her midnight thoughts. This was supposed to be a night of mindless fun and dancing and here she was standing alone in the cold being philosophical. But just as she turned away from the water a gust of wind brushed up against her back. No, not the wind… something else. A presence hovered over her shoulder, calming but unfamiliar as it traced down her spine. 

She froze, too scared to scream and too curious to move. Squinting her eyes she couldn’t make out any figures on the boardwalk or along the pier. She was alone.

Before she could make the executive decision to start sprinting back to the club, she heard it. Faint whispers curled around her ears, wrapping her in phantom arms until she could no longer feel the chill. Through the dozens of voices that called out to her in a mess of sounds and unintelligible words, one stood out. 

Low and silky and sensitive it asked, Where are you? Tell me where you are. Please.

Nora blinked.

The boardwalk faded away from her. She could still catch the faint outlines of the lamp post and railings, but more concretely she saw a room. Thick black curtains drifted along some invisible wind framing a brilliant city beyond that glowed like a thousand candles. The night sky was so crisp and clear she could make out every star.

She blinked again, readjusted her contacts, and it was gone. She was still on the pier alone and her vulnerability sent a shiver down her spine. 

The presence remained with her, breathing down her neck. She still couldn’t decide if she was afraid or not.

Wait… Run. RUN! The voice commanded her, barely a whisper in her ear despite the urgency of its words. 

Somewhere in the water far beyond where the light could reach, she felt a stirring, like the earth was rolling onto its side beneath her feet. A loud, low moan pulsed through the air and the pier’s wooden beams groaned in turn, protesting whatever force had begun to bend and snap them like toothpicks. 

Nora turned on her heels and started to run.

Fifty meters later and she was cursing her body, feeling the warmth in her legs build as she forced them to go faster. Breathe along to your favorite song, Nora. Dad had said that to her before every cross country race in high school. She was a shit runner then and she was a shit runner now. 

God I wish I kept running in college.

Another beam closer to her broke with a scream and Nora was thrown to the ground, landing awkwardly on stinging hands and knees as the water split open and began swallowing the pier. Like a beast it chomped at the wood, slurping the contents down into its throat. She dared a glance behind her and gasped as cracks formed along the surface of the ocean, blue-white light spilling outward. 

Scrambling to her feet she continued to run feeling the ground beneath her tilt further and further backward. The cracks deepened, crashing against wood. With a final sigh the last of the beams beneath her feet gave away, sinking into the mouth of the blue chasm below.

Nora screamed, lunging to the side to avoid the spear of wood that erupted by her legs. Cold water drenched her clothes, weighing her down as she was plunged into the frothy, glowing water. 

The pier had snapped in two. 

What are you doing you fucking idiot? Scream. She thought to herself. But even though she screamed, first in fear and then in frustration, no one heard her.

Nora gasped as the blue light finally reached her, wrapping around her body. She wished she had the mind to appreciate its beauty, but all she could think about was the terror that fueled her muscles to keep swimming, even as the current dragged her further down.

���HELP!” 

She begged anyone who might still be on the pier. She prayed to God, pleaded with the voice that had tried to warn her. 

No one’s coming to help. No one could help even if they wanted to.

Nora looked back, helpless as the water consumed her.

When her body had sunk beneath the depths - deeper than anyone could fathom - the portal sealed itself and there was nothing left but the ruined pier and the silent lamp posts as witnesses.

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Author’s Note: Hi! As the summary already mentions, this is going to be an acotar rewrite with an OC that’s really just a cooler, more competent version of myself that I like to insert into every book I read. It’s been over a year since I finished reading the main trilogy so apologies if I don’t get the plot/plot elements exactly right (but also I might change the plot to better suit the story). I don’t know how many chapters this will be yet, but I have a small chunk of it already written and am hoping to get some regular posting schedule worked out. Thanks for reading this little blurb and I hope you enjoy! 

[lacrymosemoon]

Moon Quartet Week account is up!

Please don’t be shy to suggest prompts if you have any trope ideas! There will even be cosplay prompts for those who’d like to participate with cosplay!

The dates are still being determined, but will be announced soon!

Stay tuned! 🌙

[pastaxandria]

The Red Thread: Chapter 148

The Library of Pastaxandria has recorded for its shelves: Chapter 147 of The Red Thread.

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Chapter Summary:

“I gotta say, man, most people wouldn’t choose a kitten scarf to try and intimidate someone,” Spider-Man said cheerfully, his voice light and airy as he rose. The motion was so unnaturally fluid that alarms started ringing in Matt’s mind almost immediately, the hairs on the back of his neck rising. Even with the noise of the A.C. unit disrupting the silhouette, there was no missing the coiled power and strength in front of him, which would make sense if this was the man who’d been throwing dumpsters. But instead of dropping into a fighting stance, Spider-Man just… shrugged casually and waved one hand towards Matt’s face. “But hey, if your thing is cosplaying a bank-robbing grandma, you know, you do you. Not what I’d go with, personally, but I was never much of a fashion guy.”

Or: in which Matt and Peter have a talk and you try not to swear.

Wordcount: 6,626

Warnings for this chapter: brief mention of blood but other than that, you’re good to go!

Read me on AO3 because that’s where penguins hang out

[indecentpause]

A Playlist For Josephine and Mai Ly

Mai Ly was sitting in the game room at the con when she walked in. Tall, willowy, with beautiful curly black hair that went all the way down to her mid-back (how long must she have had to spend on it every morning!?). Beautiful dark brown skin, lovely wide brown eyes, a flowy peasant top instead of the t-shirts or cosplay most people wore. Mai Ly’s eyes went wide, trailing the woman through the room as she walked from game to game to see what, or if, she wanted to play. She was so beautiful it hurt Mai Ly in her chest.

mary lambert - know your name // // tessa violet - crush // king princess - 1950 // corrinne bailey rae - turn your records on // lily allen - who’d have known // hayley kiyoko - pretty girl // janelle monae - make me feel // ratwyfe - why didn't i kiss her (the useless lesbian song) // betty who - somebody loves you // taylor swift - 22 // teddybears feat. sthlm - yours to keep // zolita - come home with me // the pipettes - call me // the butchies - send me you // meaghan smith - a little love // jen foster - she // icona pop - girlfriend

[listen]

Josephine tag

Mai Ly tag

Sheraton Academy tag

happy valentine's day <3

[ezrabridgerwrites]

[charlie/ripley] “you’ll always regret it if you don’t.”

“That’s so much pressure!” Ripley whined, as if she hadn’t dragged Charlie into her apartment as soon as she heard the buzzer with the sole demand that he help her come to a decision. Fortunately for Ripley, Charlie was patient with her. While he might have thought that their night would end up with her sweat-slick and writhing against him, he’d instead been condemned to an evening of Ripley pacing back and forth across her apartment and occasionally propping her chin on her arms to stare at Jonesy through his tank as if her axolotl held all the answers she needed.

The invitation had come yesterday morning, throwing Ripley into nearly forty-eight hours of turmoil. As a child, horror conventions had been fun and exciting and another excuse for her to ransack the kitchen for all the corn syrup she needed to perfect her Carrie White cosplay. She’d wander around the booths, hand enveloped by her father’s much larger one as he was stopped time and time again by yet another fan who wanted to take a photograph with him. It would give Ripley time to look at all the vintage and hand-made memorabilia on display, although sometimes a fan would recognise her and request her to be in the picture as well.

She hadn’t been to a convention in years though, and certainly not as a speaker. But Daniel Mendoza had a legacy that she was supposed to inherit and yet she couldn’t bring herself to accept that she was the right person to carry it on.

“It sounds so stupid but…” she trailed off, suddenly feeling self-conscious as she eventually sat down opposite Charlie, perching on the edge of the coffee table while he lazed on the sofa and polished off the remaining pizza she hadn’t been able to touch.

The man in front of her had stripped her bare more times than she could count by now. He’d made her feel things no other man had ever been able to and there were little boundaries that she had with him now, but this was the most naked she’d ever felt in front of him, and the closest she thought she’d ever been to presenting an uglier side of herself.

“Is it bad that I don’t want to share my dad with them?” she said eventually.

The cult of Daniel Mendoza, as that was what the internet and various Reddit rabbit holes she’d fallen down had called it, had loved her father with a ferocity that Ripley had been able to pick up on from the get-go. But sometimes she had to wonder if they loved him the way consumers loved a product. She’d seen the forum threads, knew that when the mourning period had passed, fans had swooped in and began theorising on his unfinished movie and how they could find the answers. And that’s when her name had started cropping up. Perhaps Daniel Mendoza’s daughter held the key to all their unanswered questions.

Ripley had slowly been piecing the movie together, decoding her father’s manic scribblings and letting the narrative unfold before her, but why did everyone else think that they were entitled to it as well?

But her father had wanted to share that story with the world, he’d just never had the chance to. Ripley would be selfish if she kept it to herself, all because she felt it was the only part of her dad she still got to keep.

Sighing to herself, she leaned forward and unthinkingly swiped her thumb against the corner of Charlie’s mouth, cleaning off the smudge of tomato sauce that had been left there. Slowly dropping her hand, she felt herself reach a new level of nervous that she had never felt with Charlie before. Charlie, who grinned like he knew the world had to see it to feel better. Charlie, who had sat with the cap of a highlighter clenched between his teeth as he read over her college applications. Charlie, who’d allowed her to take from him way more than she could give and still stuck around anyway. It would be miserable of her to ask for another thing from him, but she couldn’t think of anyone else she’d feel more comfortable with.

“Would you come with me? Maybe?” she asked, timidness taking over as she displayed that first-day shyness Charlie had probably assumed would be long gone by now. Pressing her palms together and sandwiching them between her knees, she blushed as she admitted, “It’d make me feel calmer if you were there.”

After all, her father was never going to get the chance to meet Charlie and acknowledging why that devastated her so much would prompt a conversation she wasn’t ready to have with herself just yet. But this? Asking Charlie to step into her dad’s world for a bit? It felt close enough.

[kittenchancorruptionarc]

Uhhh… NOT IMPORTANT!

I mean… cmon you were adorable… especially when you were younger, the feminine cosplays were nice…

Also, yes, inside sources, thats all the info your getting sir. I love you so so much so i cant say what that means exactly, because then i wouldnt have what i want from you <3

-Goldie 💛

I hated who I was back then. Some vulnerable, nerdy boy who’d do ANYTHING for attention…I’m MUCH better than that now. I’m successful, I’m the proud owner of MANY pets who grovel at my feet the moment I step into my home, I actually look masculine now…

…Should I be concerned here?!