#with how i dress i don't think i need to blue hair for ppl to guess i have something going on

[keymintt]

dyed my hair blue again

[withleeknow]

i think you'll do well with requests bc they seem to be popular in the fanfic side of tumblr! but even if it doesn't take off that quick, at least that'll be less overwhelming bc some ppl can be so demanding....anyways, i hope the best for you in this new journey haha 💝

me personally, i'm not very creative so i'll leave the details to the professionals (aka you) but i'd like to req something from minho's pov. i think those type of stories are SEVERELY lacking in the lee know fics department lol 🥲 it could be a childhood friends to lovers where he is pining for oc but he has a lot of self esteem issues and thinks she's not interested in him. also a big softie and just all around head over heels for her. you can add your magic! (if this is even remotely interesting enough to write lol i just want a minho pov tbh shsjjfjdjdj 😭)

light years.

summary: three times minho bites his tongue, and one time you don't let him.

pairing: minho x f!reader genre/warnings: childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst; kissing, cursing, so much pining i could hurl. could this have been more edited? oh absolutely lmao but i actually don't hate it sooo this is what we're going with :p word count: 4.2k note: to the first anon, thank you so much for your kind words! :') and i'm sorry that this took me longer than expected. i was trying to figure out what i wanted to write for your prompt but then i got the second request with the song and i thought they would go nicely together hehehehe i hope the both of you enjoy thissss

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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I'm not sure what it means to love But I blink kind of slow around you I'm not sure what it means to love But I'll grow wherever you do What that means, I don't have a clue

I'm Not Sure - Margeaux Beylier

One.

Minho is 18 years old, and he doesn't know what love is, doesn't really care for it at all.

While his friends are out there wrapped in the clutches of young love - the kind that blooms with stolen glances in classrooms and sticky notes passed in secrecy, Minho finds it simply unnecessary. He doesn't understand it whenever Hyunjin whines about not having a girlfriend because they're still young, they've got all the time in the world for romance later down the line. It's not the end of the world like Hyunjin laments it is.

Minho has his own life to prioritize. College is starting after the summer and he still needs to figure out how he's going to cope with the absence of his cats once he moves away. He's got dancing and he's got his other hobbies to keep him fulfilled and occupied.

And above all, he's got you.

You're getting ready for your sister's wedding when it happens for the first time. Or rather, when it doesn't happen.

You step back into the room where Minho is waiting for you on the sofa, his gaze resting idly on the screen of his phone, scrolling absentmindedly through his friends' group chat even though he has no interest in whatever they're talking about. You cough lightly to indicate your return after disappearing into the bathroom minutes prior to change into your dress. He looks up upon your soft announcement, and when his eyes settle on you, he swears it feels like an invisible force has collided with his chest and knocked all of the air from his lungs.

Throughout all his years of knowing you, inseparable from childhood until now, Minho has never seen you like this - all dolled up with your hair falling over your collarbones, cascading over your shoulders in soft waves that beckons him to run his fingers through. The light blue dress hugs you beautifully, the silky material catching the light from outside the window every time you shift on your feet under his steady gaze.

"So...?" you ask, moving your arms awkwardly behind your back like you're not sure what to do with them. "What do you think?"

What does he think?

Minho thinks you might just be the prettiest girl in the world. He thinks he must have been an idiot his whole life, to have spent most of his waking hours beside you and not once has he noticed how truly breathtaking you are. He thinks about the feeling that spreads in the pit of his stomach, sends warmth throughout his body and makes his heartbeat race a million miles an hours.

Your best friend blinks slowly as he savors the warmth that he's never experienced before. It's similar to the feeling you get when you're sitting under the shade of a big tree on a summer's day. It's comparable to the satisfied tranquility you get after you've just finished a hearty meal. A little hazy in your contentment.

It's not until you probe with a pointed Well? that Minho realizes he's been staring at you in silence for a few minutes now. He swallows thickly, willing away the words that he wants to say but they get lodged in his throat. He reckons it's weird to verbalize them, because it's not how the two of you function. You don't often utter that kind of sentiment out loud and he doesn't either. Never have and likely never will.

In the end, he bites his tongue. "You look presentable," is what he settles on.

You roll your eyes, then reward him with a laugh.

Minho doesn't care about love. He only cares about you.

Two.

Minho is 21 years old, and he's gotten used to his heart beating erratically whenever he's in your presence.

Three years flew by in the blink of an eye, and graduation is just around the corner. You've always done well in school, straight A student with a track record that most could only dream to have. You put in the hours, you do the work. You deserve everything that you've achieved.

But it's been a challenging few months for you both, being seniors and all. He's had to watch you struggle to stay on top of your classes while also having to slave over a thesis 24/7 until you were sure it was perfect. It reduced you to tears a few times, and Minho was there to hold your hand through it all.

He held you in his comforting embrace when you wanted to give up. He made you dinner when you were too immersed in your schoolwork to notice that you'd forgotten to eat. He was your biggest support system; if it weren't for him, you don't know if you would've made it through.

It's hot outside today, a little unbearable but not uncharacteristic for June. Minho waits in a familiar hallway, the same hall that he's walked past for hundreds of times over the past few years, the same hall that he won't see again once he holds a degree in his hands in only a few weeks' time.

As he sits on an old wooden bench, he bounces his leg as if he's one of the people in the classrooms that line the hall. He doesn't have to be on campus today, but here he is regardless because you're scheduled for your thesis defense this morning. You're in one of those rooms, probably also bouncing your leg from the overwhelming nerves. Minutes feel like hours; you went in there a while ago after he had sent you off with a pat on the head and an encouraging Godspeed.

He's nervous for you, but he's sure that you'll do great. Years of hard work accumulating in what must be the most important moment of your academic journey. You even stayed up all night last night, refusing to sleep a wink just to revise your arguments and talking points.

Minho's head snaps up instantly as he hears a door creak open, the sound of it reverberating throughout the empty hallway like a gong announcing your return from battle. It takes you a few seconds to step out of the room and into his line of sight. He can't see you very well with all this distance between you, but he can still make out the way your frame is visibly shaking with every step you take. He rises to his feet, and you break into a sprint.

He opens his arms wide - a hug of consolation or congratulations, he doesn't know yet - but he still can't seem to brace himself for the collision. You run straight into his embrace, your warms wounding around his middle tightly. Minho feels your tremors, hears your sniffles from where you're pressing your cheek against his shoulder.

"How did it go?" he asks gently.

You start crying then, and he doesn't know if the tears that his shirt is soaking up are those of joy or of grief, but he holds you through it anyway. He swears he can feel every single beat of your heart, hammering so wildly as you're pressed against him like you could sink into him if only you'd push just a little bit more.

"I passed," you say in between sobs. "I got an A."

Minho heaves out the breath that he's been holding ever since you entered that classroom, but it's not like he had any doubt about it to begin with. He hugs you tighter than he's ever had before, and he loves you just the same.

You two must look so dramatic, all wrapped up together in your own little bubble, but who the fuck cares? Although, when another student passes by and coughs, you do break away from him, a little embarrassed for a second.

Even with your hair all mussed up and your flushed cheeks stained with tears, he still thinks you look the same as you did when you were 18 at your sister's wedding. The prettiest girl in the world.

Minho wipes away the wetness on your face with his sleeves, then swipes with gentle thumbs at the moisture that's gathered along your lash lines.

"Holy fucking shit," you breathe out, your shoulders sagging with evident relief, so much more relaxed now that you've done it. "I can't believe it's finally over."

Your best friend can't entirely agree, because he's always believed in you. He's had faith in you since the beginning, since you were mere children laughing and crying together on the playground. You were meant to do great things, this was always crystal clear to Minho.

I love you, he thinks as he smooths a hand over your hair, his chest swelling with nothing but pride and fondness for you. You did so well.

But it's not what he ends up telling you. He swallows it down, washes it away with a dose of regret and longing. He's still not the type to express sappy sentiments, and he's grown accustomed to adoring you only in secret.

"Let's go," he says softly. "I'll buy you dinner."

Minho is still young, he's still got his whole life ahead of him, but he knows what love is now. He knows that it's you.

Three.

Minho is 24 years old, and he finds it hard to make peace with the fact that you're starting to get out there, that you're finally going on dates now that academics aren't taking up most of your time anymore.

To be fair, none of the guys you've seen have been graced with a second date, and Minho thanks his lucky stars whenever you return from a night out and text him a simple Not it. He knows that it wasn't your decision in the first place, that your mom and your sister have been setting you up on blind dates because they want to see you bring a boyfriend home.

You complain about it all the time, whining about how you're not interested but your family is adamant on it. Minho is well aware, and yet, there's a part of him that's a little shaken, because what if? What if the universe miscalculates and the stars misalign just enough in his misfortune for you to cross paths with someone who's absolutely perfect for you? Someone who's a good man that can give you what you've always deserved to have.

He really doesn't know what he would do if that happens. When it happens?

He doesn't know why you're here tonight either, sitting on a chair on the other side of his kitchen island in a pretty dress when you're supposed to be going on a date in half an hour. The guy apparently works for a big record label, some producer that your sister knows through a friend of a friend.

You look indifferent, kind of bored, as you watch Minho makes dinner for himself. "You seem miserable," he comments, taking a quick break from chopping vegetables to glance up at you. You do look a bit miserable, but you're still the most beautiful in his eyes.

You throw your head back and groan loudly, "Because I am. God, I don't know why they keep making me do this. These guys always give nothing."

"Please elaborate."

"They're all boring suits with tedious routines." you say, and as absentminded as your tone is, it sounds a little pointed to Minho's ears. "They don't make me laugh."

Do they not make you laugh, or do they not make you laugh more than I can?

"Then don't go," he snickers, though there's no humor in his voice at all. "These guys sound like duds. Just tell your sister to fuck off."

"Do you mean that? Do you really think I shouldn't go?"

And there's something in your gaze, something so suddenly expectant in the way you're looking at him that makes Minho wonder. If he says yes, would you listen? Would you stay here with him? Would you stay here for him?

I'm serious. Don't go. You can have this and I'll make myself ramyeon. Just be here with me.

You both stare at each other on either side of his kitchen island for an infinite stretch of time. He feels like your eyes are trying to tell him something that he can't decipher, as if they're sending him signals in a language that he never learned how to read.

For a second there, he indulges himself. He pretends that you're only asking because you want to hear him say it. That you want him to put up a fight and not let you go.

But he bites his tongue because it's become a bad habit. A habit that he can't shake because he simply doesn't have the courage to do so. Because if you stay here tonight, looking like that under the cozy lighting of his living room, he might just spill his secrets and he wouldn't be able to take it when reality comes crashing down and you end up telling him that you've never felt the same way.

"I'm kidding," he musters up the words, and tries to plaster on a smile for your sake, even though he's not sure if you really believe it. "You're dressed up anyway. Go and get a free fancy dinner, if anything."

Minho knows what love is, but his love has always lived in the shadows, his longing has only existed in the dark that it terrifies him just thinking about it meeting the light.

Four.

Minho is 26 years old, and he's been a coward for the better part of a decade.

Maybe he's loved you for even longer, but he has spent the past eight years head over heels in love with you, and not once has he done anything about it. Never been able to gather enough courage to ask you out, never even hinted at his feelings for you. He loves you from his place by your side and yet, you've never known.

He loves you the most, but he loves you in the worst way that a person can love another - he loves you in silence.

You're the prettiest girl in the world, and Lee Minho is a pathetic coward.

All these years, he's kept quiet and for what? There's always a spot reserved for him right next to you and yet, it feels like he can only watch you from the sidelines, far away from where it really matters, because he doesn't think he can fit into your life the way he truly wants. You taught him what love was, and love, to Minho, is unattainable. Something he can spend the rest of his life yearning for but won't ever have.

Love hurts. Sometimes, all love does is hurt.

"I would've taken you to a nice restaurant if you asked, you know," he says, putting a chocolate cupcake on the coffee table in front of you before he sits down next to you on the fluffy carpet of your living room. He pulls out a candle next, placing it right in the center of the sweet treat.

Your gaze follows his hand has he lights the candle, your eyes glinting with excitement as though you're a child again and your favorite day of the year is still your birthday. The tiny flame curves and bends, dancing to a rhythm that looks like only you can hear. You watch the candle like it's magic, while Minho just watches you, thinking the same thing.

He watches as you close your eyes and clasp your hands together for the theatrics, then you blow out the flame seconds later with a swift breath.

You turn to him with a smile, "I don't need a nice restaurant. This is perfect."

He blinks, and there's that warmth simmering in his belly again. He first felt it when he was 18, and he feels it now. He feels it almost every moment that he spends with you, and he reckons it's only reasonable, because you're his home personified and love can still be beautiful even when it hurts. There's his heart racing again, but that's nothing new to Minho.

He muses over your words. Perfect. Just one simple word is enough to get his hopes up in a way that it really shouldn't.

Your definition of a birthday well spent is in your cozy apartment, eating takeout pizza with your best friend. Perfect, to you, is him baking you a singular chocolate cupcake upon your request and being with him within these four walls, where his fingers occasionally brush yours when you sit next to each other.

Oh, Minho would follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked him to.

He clears his throat lightly, breaking away from your gaze that's full of gratitude and childlike wonder. "What did you wish for?"

"I'm not gonna tell you. It won't come true then."

Wishes don't come true anyway, he thinks, but obviously he won't say it out loud to you, and on your birthday no less. Instead, he diverts his attention to the cupcake, subconsciously tonguing his cheek as he takes a small chunk of the sweet and offers it to you.

You let him feed you even though your eyes are narrowed. "What was that look?" you ask.

"What look?"

"You had a look."

"No, I didn't," Minho insists.

"Yes, you did. You wanted to say something, didn't you?"

He shrugs, popping a piece of cupcake into his own mouth. The answer is yes, he did want to say something, but if you want to get technical about it, then he's wanted to say something for years now. He asks you the same thing every birthday, What did you wish for?, and you would refuse to tell him every time.

"Wishes don't come true," he verbalizes it this time, with a voice that's lighthearted on purpose despite knowing that you wouldn't take it that seriously either way.

You roll your eyes. "Now you're just being pessimistic."

"What? I'm speaking from experience."

"You've never had a birthday wish come true?"

"My birthday wishes haven't come true since I was 18."

Minho feels your eyes on the side of his face, and when you remain quiet for a beat too long, he turns his attention back to you. "What?"

"How do you know they didn't come true?"

"Because..."

Because you've been my wish for almost a decade now. I didn't use to believe in wishes but I always believed in you. Every year, I wish for you to look at me the way I look at you, but it never comes true. Every year, I wish that you would love me back, not just as a friend, but you never do. You are my wish, but you're also the very reason why I know wishes don't come true.

Then he's laughing, but nothing is remotely funny about this. It's your birthday and suddenly all he can think about is how much it stings to be reminded that you're the only thing he'll ever wish for, and still, maybe this simple wish is absurd enough that the universe will never grant him what he truly wants.

"Never mind," he says. "This whole thing is silly."

There he goes, biting his tongue again. Coward.

"No, what were you going to say?"

"You're so bossy today," Minho pretends to complain.

"It's my birthday. Tell me," you press on, and suddenly he can't find any appreciation for your stubbornness that he's adored all his life. You keep your eyes fixed on him when all he wants to do is hide from you.

What is he supposed to say to you? What can he even say? That he's spent more than a third of his life hopelessly enamored with you? That the second he utters any of this out loud, he knows it will be the end of your friendship?

And Minho can't afford to lose you. Even if it hurts, he would rather let love hurt than live in the absence of you.

"Eat your cupcake," he says instead. "I'll get some ice cream."

He makes a move to get up, and the bad habit further cements its place in his subconscious. He's always running away from you when you're supposed to be the person he can be the most open with. This is how he knows he doesn't deserve you.

But you reach for his wrist and it makes him still, the feeling of your hand sliding downward to hold onto his fingers. He's used to the feeling of your smaller hand in his, used to how he can hear his heartbeat in his ears whenever you lace your fingers together.

What he isn't accustomed to, is the look on your face this very second, akin to the one you wore two years ago as you sat on the other side of his kitchen island, asking him if you should go.

Expectant and hopeful; you're holding something back too.

The words that slip from your lips are ones that he never imagined you would say to him.

"I've waited for you long enough."

His poor excuse of retrieving ice cream is all but forgotten as he stares at you, doe-eyed and despairingly confused. "What is that supposed to mean?"

You take a breath, and Minho wonders if this is how he looked every time he wanted to say something only to back down in the end.

Then it all comes rushing out.

"For a while, I thought there might've been something between us, something more than just friendship. I don't know why I thought that, I just had a feeling. On the day of our graduation, I thought you would finally kiss me or at least say something, but you didn't. Whenever I went on dates, I wanted you to tell me not to go, that I was wasting my time with those guys that couldn't make me laugh because they weren't you. You never said anything, you never did anything. I waited every birthday just like I waited tonight. You're still holding it over me and I'm starting to wonder if you really love me too or if I imagined everything this whole time."

Your voice gets smaller toward the end, almost as if the uncertainty takes over you the longer he remains silent. He doesn't have the words for it, doesn't really have the mental capacity to process all of what you just professed. Years and years of longing, of hoping that you would come running into his arms the same way you did on the morning of your thesis defense, and it turns out that you were always the one waiting for him to reach you.

If you really love me too.

Your fingers start to loosen around his but Minho doesn't let you get away, not now and not ever again. Not when he finally knows that he's burnt up enough of your time just because he was too stuck in his head to see that you were holding a hand out for him all along.

He pulls you into his orbit and he likes to imagine that somewhere out there in the infinite universe, two stars collide when he kisses you for the first time, long overdue but still heavenly nonetheless.

He's crying but you don't seem to mind the tears. You're kissing him back and it's really all that matters. He can't think straight but he adores you to the point that his lungs ache.

"I love you," he mumbles against your lips. The sentiment comes out clumsy, half coherent but wholeheartedly sincere. "I'm sorry. I love you, I love you, fuck, I love you."

You're the one who breaks the kiss first, with your hand on his chest gently pushing him away. Panic instantly shoots through him like a lightning strike. These are the words he's been holding back for years, did he not even say them right? Did he fuck things up yet again?

You brush the tears from his cheeks, your voice so impossibly soft when you ask, "Do you mean it?"

Minho splinters into a million pieces, of course he does.

Your name falls from his lips, sounding like a prayer, like the most tender plea that's ever been uttered, "I love you the most. I'm so in love with you that it hurts. I've been yours for so long and I never said anything. Fuck, I-I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm sorry. I-"

You bring his face to yours once more, shushing him with a kiss that makes him putty in your hands. You tell him that it's okay, and you kiss him like you forgive him. The world could be ending right now, and he doesn't think that either of you would even care very much.

Because you're the only wish of his life, and you kiss him as though you want to make up for the lost years. Because Minho feels like he's 18 again and you're the most beautiful girl in the world, wearing a smile that leaves him breathless in the most wonderful way possible.

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[tomatoluvr69]

yayyyyy @sonic-fizz tagged me to answer these 15 questions this is so old web core slayyyyyyyyyyyyyy love it thx <3

1. are you named after anyone

eh i was named after a grandparent in a slapdash way. like they just chopped off half the name and called it a day...

2. when was the last time you cried?

literally probably like 24-48 hours ago in the car thinking about how doomed i am (this is not true.). or maybe it was reading a sad article...i don't know. I tear up a lot but full on sobbing bawling was in mid-Dec and a more sustained sniffle crying was when i was hungover and miserable about my tortured loneliness and doom for the future on new year's day lol

3. do you have kids?

omg...no...the microplastics in my womb and doom in my genome and also i'm broke and single and american

4. what sports do you play/have played?

i swim but it's like in the way that other ppl take walks around the neighborhood a few times a week. sports were so fucking abysmal for me growing up that i feel i am unlikely to ever return

5. do you use sarcasm?

occasionally...i've grown out of it for the most part though. there are better ways to be funny in a lot of situations...i am silly goofy mostly, or use observational humor and wacky metaphors etc

6. what is the first thing you notice about people?

i'd love to be like 'a warm smile :-)' but if i'm being totally honest i'm scanning their clothing/hairstyle/grooming etc to scan for anyone likely to judge me based on my failure to conform to gender and modern consumerism...which isn't fair to others, i know......but sometimes you just see someone in like salon highlights barrel curls full makeup suburban drip and you're like hmmm eeeeeek scary! I think this is a vestigial defense mechanism from my relentless failure to dress right and be liked growing up. need 2 keep an eye out for the freaks and geeks and allies you know (but i'm so lucky to be in circles where everyone is dressing androgynously, having full on body hair everywhere, no makeup is the norm rather than the exception, funky used clothes and practical work/outdoors gear is the norm, etc. ok i'm getting off track...). i also notice people's height relative to my own bc i'm a bit insecure about towering over some people even though i'm not that tall.... :-( this stuff says way more about me than about anyone else... :-( i will say though that i'm pretty good about ignoring these first readings and giving people a chance once i get to know them. this is just the knee jerk first impression stuff

7. what’s your eye colour?

pale blue/grey. sorry :-/

8. scary movies or happy endings?

i like SAD ENDINGS of LOVERS' DEATHS and UNREQUITED PASSIONS and FAILED DREAMS and SCARRED MEMORIES....

9. any talents?

nothing like above and beyond. but there's a number of things i'm pretty sufficient at without trying too hard which is nice i guess. gardening, cooking from scratch w/o recipes, stringing together a sentence or a laugh...

10. where were you born?

my beautiful steel city...kisses 2 her majesty.......

11. what are your hobbies?

swimming gardening fermenting cooking writing reading going to indie films with friends of discerning tastes attending potlucks oh and LAYING FACE DOWN IN MY BED.....

12. do you have any pets?

i wish :-( renter problems......

13. how tall are you?

5’11" or so i have not been to the doctor in so many years LOL....

14. favourite subject in school?

hated school but hated the humanities the least...i loved my filmmaking class in college the most probably

15. dream job?

MOVIE DIRECTOR...FAMOUS AUTEUR NOVELIST...HOMEMAKER...

I tag @fieryphrazes, @iwrotemrtambourineman, @chriselliottfanblog, and @chekovsphaser from my notes recently...and literally anyone who wants to and is bored you can say i tagged you. in fact i would love to read it i think tag games are so fun and i love to read them ok yay byeeee

[signedkoko]

Hii! Could I get a romantic Hazbin Hotel matchup?

I'm bi with male preference, an ISTP and a Leo

Appearance: 4'11 with waist-long black hair and blue eyes + glasses. i've been told that i look rather cold and unapproachable (and tired cuz of those damn huge dark circles under eyes i have). 99% of times dressed whole in black with slight addition of red or blue + lots of chains as an accessory

About me: Absolutely exhausted comp sci student living off energy drinks and garlic baguettes trying to survive and not lose sanity. Rather aloof, rational and private loner with a sharp tongue. Also unbelievably stubborn and trying to play off as extremely independent when i'm a huge walking mess. Honestly all I need is peace. Peace, headphones and good 12+ hours of sleep. Since I get overwhelmed extremely easily I often have days/weeks when I'm moving much slower and talk more slowly and quietly or don't talk at all. I often hear that I give off "uneasy" vibes (but I am autistic so yeah, checks out). I don't talk much nor engage myself socialy but i will drop a few words or a little pun/joke into a conversation if needed. ppl tend to come to me for advice or just to confess and get a non judgemental opinion/adcise. I'm usually just going around minding my own business, not a huge fan of drama or gossip. I can't read social cues for my dear life so I never know if ppl like me as a friend or want sth more but if I start liking someone I'm suddenly loosing all my cool and get terribly awkward around them and overthink every interaction (while praying they didn't see the change in my behavior). I'm a gif giving & acts of service type of girl since I'm not the best with expressing emotions with words. But I do enjoy teasing and flirting with my friends (but i shut up the second someone actually flirts back cuz i get too flustered) I'm that friend you call at 3AM because u did sth stupid and now u need help (and i will get there, after spending 30min screaming at u for how dumb u are and telling u that there's no way i'm getting out of my house rn)

And a little fun fact about me: i always have a lighter on me. No, i don't smoke but there's always someone who needs a lighter and that's a great way to meet some rly cool ppl

Hobbies: collecting vinyls, astronomy, stargazing, reading, playlisty violin, gemology, long walks, cloudy and rainy weather

Dislikes: eye contact, loud noises, hot temperatures, bright lights, childish & reckless ppl, coffee and alcohol (never grew to like it, don't think i ever will)

Thank you so much in advance! Hope you're doing well and have a great day♡

You got…Husk!

He doesn't know shit about technology, let alone computers, so he may not get your career or your specialties, but he shrugs it off. If anything, it's better that you know because it means he won't have to, and less is always better when it comes to this demon. 

Both of you are very standoffish, and while it took a long time for the two of you to really meet and get along, your 'alone' becomes 'alone together' real quick. 

He's a very sleepy guy, and while he wishes he could sleep all day, he'll settle for half if it means he gets time with you awake and in rest. Husk doesn't have a preference for weather, but he finds that when it rains, you'll stick with him a little longer, so he learns to love it. 

Your jokes and puns are always strangely timed, and they usually catch him off guard. You have a bit of a game going where you try your best jokes when he's busy just to see if he'll laugh. So far, he's winning, but he never wants you to stop trying. It makes his work a lot less boring (or annoying when it comes to the others). 

With his many years as a bartender, he's met all kinds of people. His ability to understand others is almost uncanny, so there's no need for you to express yourself to him in words; he already knows. It just takes one glance for him to get the message. 

Carrying a lighter around when you don't smoke is a bit strange to him, but eventually he starts giving you any of the lighters left behind by barpartons. From bic to intricate zippo lighters. 

Expect a lot of nights helping him close the bar, tasting the mocktails he makes for you, and long evenings spent cuddled up together.

Author’s Note - I hope you enjoy Husk, I really think he'd suit you! Your runner up was Stolas, but you mentioned hazbin so I left that out. Thank you for requesting!

[bedazzlecunt]

Do you have any tips on how to look more slutty/dumb/bimbo-y? I feel like despite my best efforts I always end up looking too normie

okay so while i DO have actual tips on how to tweak your look (specifically clothes+makeup) to look more bimbo-esque, i wanna preface this with like two things. 1.) being a bimbo has just as much to do with your vibes/behavior as your fit n face and 2.) you can look like basically anything and still be a bimbo. this got so long so i'm putting it under a readmore

like, just like most ppl in the world, i actually have a wealth of hobbies and i like aesthetics other than the bimbo thing! i'm also very into cottagecore stuff, for example, and while i def have some cottagecore fits that are also very slutty, most of them are not that horny. i have still been identified as a bimbo, even in my house on the prairie ass dresses, because of my behavior. like, someone in jeans and a t-shirt who's giggly and flirty and outgoing and kinda dumb is going to read to other people as a bimbo more than somebody who's dressed like a total slut but is giving off 'stay away from me' vibes. and also like....i keep my hair buzzed and i shave my eyebrows off. i usually only wear makeup/a lot of makeup on the weekends (on the weekdays i'm either bare-faced or i'm just doing brows/mascara/maybe lips). even on days like that, i can still read as a bimbo to others! and to me! cos u can look however u want and be a bimbo as long as u fit the behaviors/etc. the bimboisms must live in ur heart, not just in ur tits. or something

that being said it IS just a lot of fun to dress up like a classic bimbo so i don't fault you! my look today was sooo classic bimbo. generally there's two things that i think are most important, and that's clothes n makeup. you can transform a pretty normie outfit to being totally bimbo-y with the right makeup, and you can make lowkey makeup look more bimboy with the right outfit. but! u can also just amp both up!

there are lotsa 'bimbo' makeup looks nowadays i think. there's the classic bright lips and blue eyeshadow thing, but nowadays i mostly see a more e-girl style kawaii sorta deal, which is what i prefer. this is also super variable! i find that you can do whatever you want with your eyes as long as your lashes and/or eyeliner are big n dramatic, but you GOTTA have overdrawn lips. bonus points if they're in a bright colour and glossed! a lotta the time when i wanna go bimbocore i forgot eyeshadow at all and just draw on a big wing, wear falsies, and overdraw my lips and its all good.

as for FITS. obviously the pink is a classic but i don't think it needs to be binding. you can be a goth bimbo if u want. when i;m trying to craft a bimbo-esque outfit, i usually try to expose at least 2 of the following body parts:

cleavage

underboob

midriff

ass (as in, what you could see under very short shorts or a miniskirt)

upper thigh

obviously this isn't a hard and fast rule, and you can construct an outfit that covers all of this and still look very slutty — a super-tight dress, for example — but it's a good start! so like, a miniskirt and crop top looks great cos you're exposing thigh, midriff and maybe even a lil ass! a minidress that shows off your cleavage, etc! obviously the weather can complicate this, but even in the winter i try to hit at least one of these.

and, obvi, there are other things you can do — i love wearing a blond wig when i wanna really commit to the vibes — but the right makeup, fit, and especially behavior will take you like sooooo far. and you can mix and match! makeup and vibes in a normal fit? still great! no makeup but you're still giggly and silly, go for it!

[commajade]

I sent that ask about makeup and skincare, and I forgot to specify that I was asking about how usual it is for people to be deeply invested in both in NYC/Seoul, not the entire countries. Lol I'm sorry. Whenever I visit one of the capitals in my country (I live in the country) there is more variety to how people present themselves but also the blanket expectation of perfect makeup and skin (and teeth, and hair) and I once heard a native person talk about how

+ big cities colonize their inhabitants through so many unspoken rules for presenting ourselves in that city. I asked you because you've lived in both NYC/Seoul, right? And both cities are bigger and as far as I perceive it, more invested in this aesthetic side of existing in public. I thought there'd be freedom in existing in a metropolis since the size renders a single person unremarkable but instead the rules made me feel inadequate and singled me out instantly. (no need to respond to these!)

oh lol that makes more sense! new york isn't the capital of the U.S. tho and i've never lived there! i lived in la for 3 years and spent most of my life in southern california. i was born in anyang and have only spent a few months at a time in or near seoul!

hm in terms of colonization and in general it's rly a classed thing. in US cities it's more complex because of the regional and cultural differences and subcultures that value different aesthetic presentations but it's all about who u want to be considered a human being by and how close u r to having the means to achieve that. the colonial system requires u to change urself and navigate the world on their rules and ur appearance is a key factor in that, it manifests in a lot of different ways depending on region and demographic. but yeah ur appearance is deeply policed by imperial forces and what u look like is a signifier for ur relationship to the ruling class. whether ur in it, working for it, aspiring toward it, or condemned by it as a subhuman object.

in seoul subcultures are growing quickly but in general trends affect everyone at the same time and ur ability to follow them and be presentable is a direct sign of ur access to wealth and more respected society. to be a respectable employee u have to look put together but undeniably lower class/blue collar jobs don't have those kinds of requirements.

in seoul when i was younger i used to stick out immediately as gyopo because i was tan and had v american hairstyles but now i don't do much with my hair so if i wear korean clothes i'm just a normal person. even if i dress rly butch no one rly cared when i regularly have ppl react to me looking gnc in the US. seoul does in general have a narrower view of what a normal korean person looks like in terms of appearance but it's mostly stuff like korean adults thinking i'm a high schooler because i don't wear makeup.

[what-if-nct]

hey bestie so tbh I have nowhere to go w/this cuz I don't have a lot of friends but I was wondering...what are your thoughts on pretty privilege?

I always felt it was true even if I didn't know the words to describe it. *pretty privilege is when you get special treatment solely/mostly based upon how good looking you are*

I feel it to be truer having had experienced being on both ends of having pretty privilege and not having it (never had it growing up, got it way far into adulthood so in adulthood is weird to be reminded how shallow ppl can be). But would love to know what you and your followers think if you want to talk about it? If not, is OK to ignore this ask ♡

Also** don't feel guilty if you never get pretty privilege or if you feel you did get special treatment for something shallow. Don't see your self worth or confidence through this lens! Acknowledge it exists and do your part to make all femmes and queers feel beautiful (is my motto)! 🌈💗

Hiii! And I absolutely believe it is true as well and it also goes hand in hand with thin privilege. Sadly if you are thin and conventionally attractive the world is kinder to you. I haven't really experienced pretty privilege. I don't consider myself pretty. I think I'm cute, sure. But not pretty just adorable and I'm fine with that. Though I have noticed that when I present myself a certain way I do get treated differently. And it's sad when you actually think about it. I grew up absolutely hating myself as a child because of how I was treated vs my sister who is thin, and light skinned and has longer hair. I've never felt pretty and was constantly reminded of it. Though at home my family did make it where i didn't feel that way at home, by the time I was ten I did not want to go to school. I loved learning but I didn't like being around people because of how I was treated.

But when we saw extended family they'd always tell me how pretty I was so I just only had a problem with school. As an adult for me it was more just being ignored which I'm fine with I do not want to be perceived please leave me alone. Also I always forget that I'm covered in deep visible self harm scars so it's kinda sad that when I notice people staring at me my brain automatically goes its cause I'm fat, ugly, I shouldn't exist and not oh I'm covered in visible scars , that never is a conclusion I have. It's obviously only about the way I look in a negative way. Growing up as the ugly one and being treated as so does really fuck up your brain. That as an adult I noticed that if you dress in alignment with the male gaze that's when you get more positive male attention. Vs when you dress more aligned with the female gaze it garners more positive female attention. And at first you do seek that validation that you've never had but you kinda end up going too far and you learn that outside validation is worthless and you were better off without it. And I'd rather just be ignored and here a woman yell your cute once in a while then bend over backwards trying to have people who don't matter find me pretty. It sucks pretty privilege exists, but others validation is not important. What other people think of you means nothing. Only your opinion of yourself matters, as long as you love yourself inside and out that's all you need.

One last thing I noticed is if you're not conventionally attractive but you are with someone who is the looks you get is actually insane. I remember I went out one night with this guy very very sweet he was actually only 2 days older than me. But he was tall, thin had blonde hair and blue eyes. And I'm a plus size black girl with pink hair. And I noticed so many women looked at us with such disgust it was something I never have experienced. I pretty much only date outside of my race but I never experienced anything like that. I could have just been anxious, but like I just remember it and I cannot explain it but it felt just so bad. I did have an anxiety attack later in Starbucks and he was really nice and held me but i just never experienced those kinds of looks and energy. My friends told me it was probably just in my mind but it was just repeated and apparent and I never experienced that before. It could have been my mind and anxiety but i know what I saw and felt.

[castle-dominion]

castle 6x14 dressed to kill

the fashion designer episode liveblog

dumpster diving my beloved Canon gay characters "I had it first" No you literally didn't

Wedding stuff. Inviting my older bro to watch this w me bc he likes wedding stuff. Something a little less... intense. KB: They are all very girly, with a lot of gauzy photos of love-struck brides looking off into the distance. Love set design btw. RC: Perhaps they’re contemplating the fifty percent divorce rate? MR: Of course it was the 70s so I can't be sure... Those two r so cute & martha is great <3

Hey we've recorded this location before KB: Matilda King JE: ... Ok. .??

LP: a scarf a sash or something. RC: Blue hairs. So she was killed by a little old lady. Or Katy Perry. Or a dr seuss character

speaking of, where IS ryan?

Nice apartment!!! Ryan's outfit. I also liked Esposito's but I didn't like it. Is it legal to be on call 24/7???

Isn't this already their statement?

Ryan tech stuff

u already need to be a hottie? Stare all you want! Actually no. Ew only hiring ppl who.. i'll shut up.

Big bro: oh no it's his mom? his mom is secretly matilda king?

Like Sifu

Recognizes her!?

About 15 minutes lol that's when she did modeling!

Wow bright pink fashion man. So many canon gay characters even tho... I think they ARE canonly gay but they are intended to be gay obv

& she has a business to run!

ella's dead? how? "we're trying to find out" u KNOW how: strangled

Poor serge.

nvm.

episode title: dressed to kill.

If you're fired by matilda that's a rite of passage.

bro says the fibres could have gotten on her neck & THEN she was strangled

Pretty normal looking guy

btw love the background artists

RC: Oh! I just came up with a new title. “Murder is the New Black”. KB: Does that even make sense? KR, showing up: No it doesn't

is it REALLY bigger than fashion?

bro: i think it's the big lady (matilda) liking ella's design & someone else taking credit so they can make it big Me: I'll write that down. *not telling him he's right*

Yay cordova! house!

Usually exterminators get RID of bugs

Black coral?

"yes that's him but his hair was more like this" Knows what he wore

RC: After a tough negotiation that involved my Knicks tickets and naming a character in my next book after his Nana, my friend came up with a name. Marcus Conway.

the captions <3 "couture chick" "that's "chic"

My man looks young but with grey hair Ooh she's hot, rly tall, I love her

Corporate espionage & that's why she was killed

Bro: her cell doesnt work from home!

probs just an online zine bro

Wow art. Wow wedding dress.

Ryan pretty.

The boys watching caskett be mushy KB: can you go with martha?

U could be a regular ex-military, u don't need to make everyone ex special forces babes

Ella called Marcus on the landline oh dear!

love the murder timeline

WOuld she do it herself? Bro: maybe she was pressed for time, didn't know who she could trust

Bro: I think it's the pink guy who heard the call as she was leaving & went after her to protect matilda or he needs to secure his position or he needs to prove his loyalty or he needs to frame matilda to get her job

She's on a call? Ask her to hang up politely? idk.

Wow she be yelling.

"it;s the clothing that stitches it all together, we are their fantasy!

It...IS temper babe

Matilda king is good at this capitalist evilhood.

Yeah illegal illegal gross illegal technically legal but shitty crappy

"What information? Don't say u don't know, say you cannot share. "the weekEnd" oOOohhhhhh so it's fine if hte COPS listen!

We need more beckett+ryan

That's a lot of audio footage. THey're probably rly good at seeing what is important while listening at 2(to 3)x speed. Bro & I were arguinng if it was audio recording or direct recording. Inane to YOU esposito, probs super interesting to sm1 who know what they're talking abt. KB: This directory lists over a hundred people who work there. JE: (wistfully) Yeah. (pause) Lucky I have crazy good hearing. (I'd like to learn more abt that. The man is p musical after all.) KR: *nods* it's true (when did he learn that?) Ah, take me out to the ballgame money atm from that one movie

He's supposed to be working at a fashion place???

She cryin I don't like this gal at all lol At least she says "excuse me" The model didn't show up :(

fall 2015 not 14 babe Nice wood on the walls

MR: Then don’t. I’m sure there’s another venue out there that the two of you will just fall in love with. Bro: the station

Beckett wedding dress Bro: it's gonna be HER dress? Bro: No it's not. It's so ugly. Bro: that's the worst way to do an overskirt, and the overskirt doesn't even match the rest of the outfit it looks sooooo tacked on after the fact. doesn't meet in the front, same length all the way around no taper, nothing to hide or blend the seam/joining point especially with how bulky it is especially at the top. t looks like they misread the instructions and put the petticoats over the dress instead of under it. it's not even white-white it's a warm offwhite which doesn't go with the silver at all. I am a huge fan of overskirts so believe me when I say it would be 100000x better without the overskirt.

Me: austrian crystal, I had earrings with that. What is is tho? Wiki: A rhinestone, paste or diamante is a diamond simulant originally made from rock crystal but … In the US, these are sometimes called "Austrian crystal".

while she's gone for 5 mins send a pic to castle Bro: I like the top of the dress at least, but it looks like they assembled it wrong

She's gonna say no. At least Castle didn' t put down the stuff before he called her. Oh she just claims she didn't want to rush it. Or maybe you could plan for fall 2015!

IT'S STILL THE SAME DAY?

JE: Just Yumi. It – I guess if you don’t have a last name you can charge more. (not clipping but good face.) JE: And in addition to the fact that this model is hot – (he studies the photo) – she’s wearing black coral. Bro out of the blue: two ugly guys & a dog JE: I’m probably going to have to call her in for an interrogation. (just so he can look at a pretty girl acab lol)

Yumi: Models. Lack of food makes them so very fraught.

Bro: It's only been ONE day!?!?!? Me: that's what I said!

Bro: that sash looks like the TYPE of thing she'd have, but I didn't see it specifically.

Love his fashion scarf still lol.

Maybe they were both subconsciously getting the ideas from the air. You come up with the same ideas all on your own. Like music.

Ew copaganda.

WAIT IT WASN'T HIM?

bro: it's the guy! the assistant guy! who I was suspicious of before!

Love all these people & looking weird.

Turns out mobsters are more ethical. Love the music bwang.

Love her jacket btw. & so this entire thing happened in one day but then at the very end it was boom morning new day get julian skip the facts getting the dumpster stuff, then boom take down the murder board & do paperwork & go home?

Ooh fire on in the background Like how she's talking with her hands KB: I wish my mom knew you Me: Maybe she was the one who first bought kate a richard castle book Bro: "actually I DID bang your mom." Me: !? Bro: "So you don't have to worry, she liked me a lot"

gtg cook supper bai

[anxietywithasideofexplosions]

Rewatched a bit of gravity falls today and wanted to talk about my gf!oc so here we go

[Main stuff] Their name is Oizys & they use they/them pronouns. Ppl who don't know their proper name call them Tech. Their group has a house in the woods they took over. Used as a hideout to build stuff w scrap & practice fighting. Group dog named Apollo. Group is 'Artic Commune'

[Looks] They have long hair in a usually messy braid (dyed blue w a white streak in the front). They usually have a gold & pink varsity-style jacket, that no one knows where they got it (prbly a car lmao). White high tops covered in fake bl00d paired w ripped black bootcut jeans cover their legs. A over the shoulder dark red bag covered in patches carries a video camera, Nightmare Before Christmas headphones, their wallet, a P.K.E meter, & a med kit. Under their jacket is either a NITW, Ghostbusters, X-Men, or TOH shirt. Plus a mask w monster teeth smtm

[Background] They live with their mom, siblings, & their uncle who rents out their basement. Their family owns a junkyard near the edge of town, and their house acts as the office for it. Their job is to clean the cars out of useful parts, junk left by ppl, and other stuff. They help around the house & junkyard. They also wash dishes at a cafe for extra money. Otherwise they spend a good chunk of their time fixing toys & stuff for candy (they'll fix a small car for a pint of ice cream). They have friends that they can be found hanging out w in the woods

[Connection to main cast?] Dipper had asked Wendy about someone who could help him with the broken computer (the one they worked on during the puppet ep). Wendy shrugged & replied w "There's a group of nerds in the woods, one of them will fix anything for the right amount of candy. They mainly take sour stuff, gum, & suckers. But Thompson got them to fix his mom's van for a pint of ice cream. So you could check with them." Dipper asked where you could find them & was given a map w places marked. "Check there," Wendy explained w a grin. "I'm sure you'll find them. If they aren't in any of those places, their group took over the old Manson place in the woods by the junkyard, which is marked. Just... don't tell them I sent you. Our groups've had issues in the past." Dipper had actually gone to find them, Mabel also coming. They ended up at the abandoned house. "It's almost chilly over here," Mabel commented. "I mean, their sign said Artic Commune. Must be the coldest spot in town or smth," Dipper replied. They knocked on the house's caution-tape covered door & waited through some muffled arguing. A masculine shaped person wearing a flowy white dress w messy blond hair answered the door. "You caught us at a bad, but how can I help you children?" "We aren't kids!-" Dipper started, but he was cut off by Mabel shouting, "I LOVE your style!" The person grinned. "Thanks, yours is cute too." "Uh, excuse me? My name is Dipper Pines. That's my sister Mabel. We're looking for Tech? I think?" Dipper interrupted. "I'm Butch, I use he/she pronouns. Give me just a sec-" He turned to the interior. "OIZYS! ITS FOR YOU!" There was a clattering before an annoyed person appeared in the frame. "What can I do for you, children?" They asked. "I need your help fixing this computer," Dipper responded, holding the bundle out. "Hm, that's a p big fix. Let's see... I know! Bring us a medium pizza. Cheese is fine. Bring that & by tmrw we'll have -fixed &, if you want, logged into it for you. Make sure there's no bugs & all that. Deal?" Butch has moved so that they're easier to see. They hold out a hand for Dipper to shake & agree. "Deal," he shakes their hand. "Pizza first, then leave the computer. You have 3 hours."

[viisator]

The Corpse's Bride -- PART ONE

Tittle : The Corpse’s Bride

Pairing : Nishimura Riki x F!Redear x Yang Jungwon

Genre : Fantasy, Tragedy, Fiction, (angst, fluff)

Warning : Death, skeleton, Corpses.

Summary:Y/n is the daughter of the famous dressing merchant, and she is to marry the son of the Baron in the west. But one event ruined it all when Y/n found herself wandering in the land of the dead and accidentally marrying a dead boy on the side of the river.

Inspired by the movie ‘Corpse Bride’

Not Proofread

(This fanfic I wrote is inspired and I made it so like the movie 'Corpse Bride’. I just love that movie so much, so I think It’ll be fun making an en- fic abt it … So yeah. I wrote this. And I wrote this 'cuz it’s kinda sad letting go of the things, and people we love so much, and I hate letting go of stuff/someone, so I just wrote this.)

– Can I have a request, please? After/before you read this(thanks for checking this out btw) like or reblog, or both; is really appreciated!! And it will help my blogs reach other ppl too!! Thank you!! Have a good time reading!! –

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For a moment, Y/n thought marriage is not so bad, that it may lead to something good and new, she thought that once she was married she could choose for herself. But her parents seems to not buy that thought, and in three days she would be marrying the son of Barron Yang, and being in a merchant household, Y/n thought why would the Yang couple would want her to marry their son, why not a noble lady instead? 'cuz there is sure a lot of young ladies that are much better than her. And so, her mother told her that "We must, and we deserve to be part of a higher place in society, for example, be as high as a noble. And that is for you to marry the son of the Yang household, it's our only way for then noble would no longer look down on us." While her maid is doing her hair for her to meet her to-be husband in a few hours. "And for their reason of deciding to marry this household, I do not know, and I do not want to know what are their whereabouts. So, daughter, I'm hoping for your best at the wedding, and I am hoping for this to go as planned." Y/n sighed after hearing that from her mother, she always dreamt of marrying the one she truly loves, and after her mother shut the door of her room, she wonder what would her husband to be would be like.

Yang Jungwon stares at the common room window, wondering a lot of things, as to why is the atmosphere blue, and why should he be marrying too soon. His lost thoughts led him into his parents' room and ask them to cancel this wedding that is to happen in a few days. But it seems they were talking, Jungwon open the door slightly, enough for him to peek and not be seen. "Dear, are you sure, that you are sure that marrying L/n's daughter would be best for us?" He heard his father say, doubting his wife's earlier words. "I am so sure dear, don't be ridiculous! That family has the gold, indeed they may have the mine." His mother says, holding her hands into the other and smiling at her husband. " How can you be so sure? You do know they have a really bad smell! And their hair smells like fish!! They would give us a bad image!!" His father confesses.

'Does she smell like fish?'

"They indeed smell like that, but their little business is famous to noble and commoners! They say their dresses are one of the best! How could they not have the treasures when lady Wonyoung of house Jang visited their mansion personally! I say husband all we need is--" Her mother stopped after turning into the door and looked into Jungwon's wide eyes looking through the door shocked. "Son, what are you doing in there? Are you not supposed to be preparing for your wedding?" His mother asks him, while his father looks at him with wide eyes.

Jungwon closed the door and went into his room sulking, he knew that was the reason all along, so why is he so shocked when he heard it in his own ears?

Y/n has been sitting in the carriage with her parents for minutes now, and she wonders on their way into the Yang household a lot of things that she starts to sigh a lot, her mother notices this and chooses to ignore it, while her father talks nonstop, still talking about business and planning about the marriage. Once they arrived, Y/n's mother first took a step out of the carriage and her father follows, Y/n's eyes wander from the top of the manor to the bottom which lead to the door, the door was big and it has so many details, and once she took her way out of the carriage, an old man opened the door from the inside and announced their arrival.

Despite being merchants, her parents hold their pride deep and it is surely visible in Infront of anyone, they keep their heads up high, and straighten their backs all time. Showing their elegant personalities.

"The L/n's have arrived!" The butler said while the Yang couple are standing right before the big stairs with fine details.

"Baron Yang and Lady Yang...." The butler's hand points towards the said names, and after that, he then points his hand to the right where the L/n's are. "Mr. And Mrs. L/n and Miss Y/n." After that, the butler went away and Lady Yang clap her hands and gave a smile.

"Welcome! Mr. And Mrs. L/n. Please follow me for the discussion of this wedding." After that, the lady's face once again turns into no emotion. And led her way while the L/n's follow. Y/n doesn't feel so welcome, so instead of following, she found herself sitting in the piano chair. While wandering her eyes into the details of the house, Jungwon came out of the common room which led him into the stairs and he saw a girl sitting on the piano seat.

"Do you know how to play that?" A voice of a young man startled Y/n, who almost jump and gasp dramatically. There standing Infront of her, she saw a fine tall young man who have a gentle aura, and it seems like his presence screams wonder.

"You scared me..." Y/n whispered, holding her hands out into her chest.

"I thought so." The young man smiled at her and took the seat next to her, and starts playing the piano.

"You must be L/n Y/n." He said looking into the piano key with a cheeky smile.

"And you must be Sir Jungwon," Y/n said looking at him with confusion.

'He seems so happy?'

"Are you perhaps, happy with this marriage?" Y/n wonder looking deep into his eyes.

"Was it weird?" He asks. "No! No, of course not!" Y/n said waving both hands left to right, "it's just...you look so happy, while I could not seem to be happy about it." She confessed, looking down.

"You don't have to be so formal Y/n." He said chuckling. "Can you play the piano?"

"I can't, since I barely went into the music room." She said, pushing one key and making a sound.

"That's a shame. Want me to teach you?" Jungwon grab one of Y/n's hands pressing a key, the skin contact made Y/n's face a little warm, but lucky for her Jungwon's looking at the piano key, chuckling to himself.

"Sir Jungwon--" Y/n started.

"Oh please, just call me Jungwon." He once again looks into her eyes, smiling at her making her heart skip beats and make her stomach feel butterflies, and their faces are a little bit too close.

"What a scandalous sight!" Jungwon's mother said, marching into the room and grabbing Jungwon's arms. "That is definitely! improper for a man and a woman to be alone in the same room!! Now that you both are to be married soon! Do come with me now we have a wedding to prepare for." His mother then turns around and starts to walk into the room where they discuss the wedding that's to come.

Once they arrived, a priest was standing in front, while their parents seat side to side and the rehearsal starts and has been going for hours.

Y/n can't seem to get it, she has been failing for hours and hours, messing the words again and again, and her sweaty hands seem to fidget unconsciously.

"What is the problem Miss Y/n?" The priest asks softly, knitting his eyebrows at Y/n annoyed and concerned.

While their parents start to hiss, and lady Yang starts to flick her tongue, while her mother starts to tap on her shoes that's getting faster and faster every time she messed up her lines. Jungwon has been eyeing her from time to time, he wants to help her but can't make a say about it, since his mother is looking.

"I apologize, I-- I can't make the word, it seems--" She tried to explain, but lady Yang stands up so suddenly that the act startled the people who were inside the room, and interrupted Y/n from speaking.

"Enough of this! This wedding should be perfect! But Y/n doesn't seem to want to get married!!" Lady Yang said, squinting her eyes out and looking at Y/n. "Mother, I think Y/n needs a little bit of time. We should give her some time to relax." Jungwon said, looking at Y/n smiling, reassuring her.

"I think I do need a bit of time alone." She said looking at Jungwon, Y/n took a step and goes outside.

Once Y/n's outside, wandering alone in some place in the woods deep in thoughts, thinking and figuring out things, and reasons for her failure that's been happening over and over again.

"I can't do this any longer...I don't want to mess things up for that wedding." She said sighing, taking a seat on some log.

"Why can't I just say it clearly? I don't wanna let Jungwon down..." She sighed once again. "At least make this wedding a little happy for both of us." After another sigh and another. She decided to stand up and start to make things right. So she straightens her back, recalling the vows she has been practicing for hours and hours.

"I, L/n Y/n, take you, Yang Jungwon, to be my husband," Y/n starts, taking a breath, "to have and to hold from this day forward," she continues, wandering more, taking her feet to somewhere. "for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish..." She then crosses a river, jumping through rocks by rocks, "till death do us part–" Y/n looks at her hands, knitting her eyebrows. "according to God's holy law, and this is my solemn vow." She finishes, with a perfect tone, and the right words to say. " Do you, L/n Y/n, take, him as your husband?" She mimicked the priest's voice, saying those words in a deep voice while making expressions, after that, she sighs then she saw a ring that was sitting on a rock near the river, the cold ring was slipped into her finger, while smiling to herself "Well, of course!... I do." She said, lifting her hand, and giggles left her mouth. The wind seems to blow a little faster, and the moonlight seems like it's glistening, reflecting the flowing river next to her.

'I hope I can do this good the next day!' She excitedly thought.

Then crows came out of nowhere making flapping and 'caw! caw!' sound and the cold wind blew rapidly, giving her goosebumps and startling her, gasps, crossing her arms blocking the crow out of her face, and when she lifts her arms away, a horrifying figure pops up before her, terrified she was, making her feat run none stop, little twigs are on her way that cuts through her skin and ripped part of her dress, she keeps on running until her feet are sore, she did not stop until the figure is nowhere to be seen, and when she stops out of breath and chest are going up and down, her terrified eyes scan the field in front of her, but when she finally relaxed, she turned around, her eyes are wide while breaths are shorts, a hand grabs into her shoulders, she screams louder than she ever had, voice echoing across, the thing was wearing a dirty black tuxedo covered in dust and mud, while the crows fly circling above them, Y/n did not stop screaming throwing her hands and fist into the figure in front of her, and then it spoke.

"I gladly take you as my wife." The dead spoke to her in a raspy low voice making her mouth shut, stopping her screams and their faces are barely apart when his lips touched hers.

When Y/n opened her eyes, flashing lights are the things she can only see, and seconds later she saw a figure in front of her.

"You're finally awake..." A boy whispered, and moments later her memories collided with another, rewinding the occasion earlier.

She once again screams, standing up from the bed she slept on, frightened, the guy follows her movements, and then he grabbed her shoulders, looking at her in the eyes, holding a finger in front of his mouth, shushing her.

"Hey, hey, hey, relax no one's gonna hurt you okay, stop screaming," He said whispering, and it seems to work, her stiff shoulders starts to go down, and her screaming was also stopped replaced by a heavy breath.

"Okay....okay-- where am I, Sir?" She asks, holding into her dress's skirts, taking slow breaths, trying to calm herself down.

"You're...in my room." He answered.

"Oh, why am I in your room?" She asks, squinting her eyes out, confused by the situation, thinking as to why is she in a guy's room and what is she doing in there, why's the room so cold. Her thought is rather not so positive, so she thought of the worst-case scenarios to happen, and she could only hope those did not happen.

"You fainted when you married me."

'what??'

That cannot be happening, she could never marry anyone other than Yang Jungwon. How can this happen?? She could not recall a moment she married someone, well, she was supposed to marry in just three days, now it's only two.

As if her thoughts are written on her face, the guy in Infront of her, whose hands are still on her shoulders, spoke.

"You married me on the side of the river, remember? You took my ring, and you said yes? You can't remember that?" He asks, confusing Y/n and himself.

And now that he told that to her, it's another moment for her to once again recall what happened earlier.

"That cannot be happening. I was practicing-- it wasn't that, you're mistaken. I could not marry someone now that I'm to marry The Barron's son!" She yelled, frightened holding her temples and massaging them, while every second that passes her breath went heavier and faster.

"Calm yourself down please!" He said, a little shocked by her reaction, and also a little confused.

"What are you talking about, I can't understand you..." He cannot understand why is she acting like this like she was confused and scared, when it was so clear back then, she said 'I do.

"It was an accident." She breathed out. Scratching her head stressfully, and then she look into his eyes, and he was confused, his face screams how confused he was. So taken by the reaction of this guy -- her husband -- she made a terrible mistake.

Y/n breathes out, letting out her heavy breath and thinking of how to cope and fix this problem. She looks back at him again and sighed once more.

"So we're married." She said more like asking.

"Yes. You married me." He said, standing up straight, pointing Y/n and to himself.

"Okay, so-- what is your name?"

"My name is Riki, but most people call me Ni-ki, but since you're my wife... now, I prefer you calling me Riki. Since it's special." He said smiling.

'He looks so excited.'

"Well hello there, Riki, now that I'm your wife... Can you tell me where are we?" She asks, and Ni-ki smiled at her once again.

"In my room?" He said giggling, placing a hand on his hips.

"No, what I meant was, where are we, like, the location, or the street name, country? Perhaps?"

"Oh! Yeah of course! We're in the land of the dead." After what Riki said so happily, excitedly, delightfully. It was all silent, and Y/n's face was pale as the snow back in the woods where she took the ring and accidentally got married three days where she should be marrying someone else. She looked dead.

"What?" She said.

Weird, how could she be in the land of the dead when she's all living and alive, that's weird, everything seems weird. How could this happen? Confusion took Y/n's body and mind, she wonders how she died, was it possible to die in just one night? But then again, it all seems like her fault. It was her fault for running into the woods was her fault for messing up, it was her fault for marrying a dead. But how, how can she be in the land of the dead when it was so clear she's alive? Did she die when she (accidentally) married him or did he murder her?

"Did you murder me?" It was quiet when she whispered that out, and sadness took over Riki's face.

"You think...you think I would do such a thing?" He sadly asked.

"Huh?" Was what she could ever answer when he let go of her hands, which were wrapped with warmth seconds ago.

"I'll-- I'll need a little air... outside." His foot was over the door when Y/n realized she should apologize, for she thinks she offended him. But once the door was opened and her sight landed on the outside, she was greeted with happy music, and a partying bunch of moving bones, some of them still have rotten flesh attached, and some had eyes that are nearly off of their faces, some don't have faces, and some don't even have their head.

Y/n shut the door immediately, startled by people who are decomposing/decomposed bodies who greeted her friendly.

Now she feels bad, they were being nice, they even threw a party to celebrate her (accident) marriage.

Leaning by the door, she can hear muffled noises coming from the outside, it sounds like they were having a quarrel, and after opening the door once again, Y/n awkwardly laughed, making her way far from that place, while saying "thank you so much!" And "Hi/Hello!" For the (dead) people who greet her.

Y/n is now walking down a road, a road she is not familiar with, trying to comprehend which location is this in the living world.

But before she could, a figure of a tall young man was standing by the edge of a cliff, and after approaching him, he looks at her with eyes so blue, and brows down, while his shoulders are almost by the ground.

'He looks so sad."

Y/n could not say a thing, she can't think of a comforting word, her mind was blank, but her heart can somehow feel the sorrow that he feels.

"I'm sorry, what I said earlier was out of nervousness, I don't mean to ask that, and I don't exactly think I just died... that way," She said, while she put her hand still on his shoulder.

Riki did not say a thing and took her hands, rub them softly, and after, he puts his cold lips on the palm of her hands while his eyes just mindlessly stare at hers.

Inside the Baron State's manor of the Yang family, Mrs. L/n was dead sick and worried, walking her feet around the room again and again rummaging her head, thinking of a possible place her daughter could have been, while Yang Jungwon sat on his bed, thinking of a way to sneak out of the mansion and try a way to find his bride.

A loud knock he heard coming from the other side of his door, and his mother's voice reached out to him.

"If. If L/n Y/n cannot be found within a day, a new marriage should be announced, and Son, do not fear of losing a bride, because the Nishimura Family's daughter should be just as perfect for you." His mother left before the message was once said, but before his mother's feet could even touch the first step of the stairs, he was no longer inside his room.

After visiting streets by streets of Yang's state, no sign of his bride was found, looking around him, his feet brought him into the woods, cautiously searching for the lost bride.

While Jungwon was searching for a clue of where could Y/n may be, a story was unfolding in the land where Y/n was at.

After asking everyone, and every bone and corpse around what happened to her "husband" and what was he like before he "left", only an old kind woman told her what happened to his past.

"The story started, 28 years ago when a boy fall in love with a girl, it says that the boy was the son of a rich marquis, and the girl was a commoner who sells fresh apples with her ill father in town. They loved each other for over two years, but the marquis could not approve of what his heir wanted and banished the girl out of town on the day of their wedding day, before the day ends, the boy took his life beside a river and swore his vow in the ring his lover should have worn, and that vow was for him to marry whoever wears the ring." The old lady said, patting Y/n's back after telling the sad story of her husband. But a question kept Y/n from leaving the old woman alone.

"How can his body not decay if the tragedy was 26 years ago?" She curiously asked.

"I see, some say it was because he was buried beside a cold river that's located in the cold woods, but some can't believe it, some say he was blessed by the river fairy, making his vow come true and keeping his bone and flesh together, but no one knows what happened to the boy." The lady said before Y/n wander around the place.

Everyone seems nice, and Riki has been inside of his room the whole time, you sometimes wonder what time it may be in the living world, were your parents looking for you? Was Jungwon worried? Is he sad you were gone? All you can think of is a way to go home, but the thought of Riki kept your thoughts in action.

Stepping inside the room, Riki is still looking so sad, after approaching him, he looks at you and asks you a question.

"So you already know the truth?" His voice was painted in blues, and suddenly your hand reach out for his.

"I'm sorry." That was what you can only say.

"It's okay, I'm just sad you already know how pathetic I am, and just happy that you already know." He said smiling a little.

"You're not pathetic for doing it, I think you were just devastated and alone, and you miss her." Her words reached Riki's heart unknowingly, and a heartfelt chuckle left his lips, while she looks at him a little different from before.

And as if something was there, that wasn't there before.

Searching and looking all over the woods Jungwon found ripped-up fabrics on the ground, and some were on those tree branches.

'As if she was chased by a bear'

Worry flooded all over Jungwon's body and mind.

Following the trails, wishing to find Y/n and hoping she was unharmed. He moved his legs like he was being chased and is chasing for a thing, but after reaching the end of the trails, it lead him into the end of the woods, searching all over the wide field before him, when a black smoke appeared before his eyes, and a terrifying bone appeared before the smoke.

"Follow the water and look beyond, you'll find the key, the blood, the flesh, the bone; look for his grave and open the passage," The bonehead then spoke.

"What? What passage?" Jungwon's confused, he wants to ask what is happening, what is it that it's talking about, where's Y/n?

"Find what is lost, steal what was taken, hear the story of the husband of the bride."

'Husband of the bride?'

Before he could even ask what was it says about, the smoke and the bone vanished into thin air, leaving no trail for him to follow, after calling out for the bone to appear again, he found himself inside the woods once again, repeating what the bone said, and after hearing the flowing water nearby, he did not waste any time and run into the direction of the said river, but before he could even reach his destination, a girl in a long dress greeted him tears.

He was shocked at first but eventually regain his senses. He looks at the girl in front and noticed that the girl may have the same age as him and she is quite short, that may be shorter than Y/n, he also notices that she's wearing a white elegant dress by the ankles, and how she looks so sad.

Making his conclusion, he assumed that she was a noblewoman.

"May I know what may be the reason that you're wandering alone dark in the woods?" The girl looked at him, then turned her head away.

"There was something that I was running away from..." The girl mumbled.

"Can you tell me what was it you were running away from?" Jungwon gently asked, tilting his head a little trying to match her height.

"Marriage." He was shocked when he heard what the girl said.

"May I know who's the man you were to marry?"

"You might be shocked, but they say that the L/n's daughter runs away from marrying Baron Yang's son, so lady Yang sent a letter this morning and requested the marriage my parents and the Baron were talking about those past few years" Jungwon was shocked, and his body was frozen when he heard what the girl said.

'It can't be.'

Note: Sorry about the wrong grammar, and thanks for reading and finishing this part, as you can see it's not finished yet, the other half would be posted at least it will last in a few more weeks. thanks again! love you all!!!

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Teaser ver. || PART TWO

[larentsaloud]

Episode over and we now have to repeat the process again 😟

Thyme was so cute in this episode! The pink tee with hairband over his hair....and Gorya being the first one he sees on his birthday!!! Creating a prayer circle for some writer to pick up Gorya/ Thyme fanfiction.

Gorya being awesome self as usual! Looking so pretty in the blue dress and hair done! She was so happy making those cookies for Thyme

I do not like the new guy entry...shady vibes.

anon I am wrecked. soundtrack to this week's episode is unofficially <to sheila by smashing pumpkins> because all I can think about is the pink dye sequence. I just posted it part 1 x but will do part 2 here.

the way they are looking at each other?

it is oddly endearing for a 17 year old, soon to be 18 year old with such tempestuous nature to go all soft, giddy on her presence and demand to have his birthday countdown. it makes HER melt for him. watch.

the sheer panic on his face! oh no! my imaginary gf and IRL neighbour won't get to wish me HB? now what? he's not having it. he wants HER to be the first person to wish him HB. it's only natural when you re crushing as hard as out lil' tiger.

he even employs the heavy guns: pleading eyes and she laughs at his made up reasons for staying out there for a little longer.

they are excruciatingly cute together. and I haven't even gotten to the best part yet!

things that I will worry about til' next week:

new guy shady AF anon, you are right, I don't like him. there's a vibe. I'm getting a Wickham vibe. I thought Ren was it, but that was a red herring. WhoRen departed and now we have a new person to trash. damn. this show doesn't let us breathe. ANGST everywhere.

Thyme's fiancee is low key cute I might develop a crush what if I ship her with thyme? oh actually looks like she’s got the hots for Gorya. so there my new ship. I mean it's unlikely to happen, but then I ship MJ and Kaning so you never know what self-destructive path my brain will take me on???

Thyme's reaction to the engagement. I worry.

how is Gorya going to pay all the house bills on her own

are the cookies OK? are they crushed? they better not be damaged

I needed more soft / bickering thyme x gorya this episode was too short I am calling gmmtv now making official complaint

but above all?

pray for me. it's the come down. 

Dx

PS: re fan fiction I am pretty sure there are some ppl on a03 tag but I can't do that rabbit hole rn, I am working on a poetry book atm and I CANNOT distract myself. sorry. I do promise to create lots fo f4 content though. 

[edengarden]

Hi! May I have a romantic heaven box BNHA matchup, please? :)

I'm Flo, a 19 years old bisexual girl.

Appearance: I'm 164 cm(~5'3) tall, with slim, kinda athletic body. I have medium long brown hair and same coloured deer-eyes(probably most attractive part on me), I also wear eyesglasses. I have thin mouth unfortunately. Also, I have a tiny little scar above my right eyebrow(I opened our car's door on my head years ago lolol), it's barely visible. I'm vain and always dress like a lady: so dresses and skirts, I have a classy, elegant or cute style, depends on my daily outfit. I wear light makeup, but not all the time.

Personality: Ambiverted, Virgo with Leo ascendant and Pisces moon. Slytherpuff. Needless to say, these already represent how confusingly dual my personality is. My behaviour constatntly changes, depending on who I am with: I try to sell myself, being two-faced, wearing a mask(sometimes I appear to be talkative, other times full-stoic), but to people I really do love, I'm quite blunt. Most of the time I'm caring and relatively kind person(but can be an asshole&harsh if tired emotionally). Highly critical, opinionated and rational-thinker, and I usually analyze everything: movies, books, other people, myself. HATE small talk, I always want to talk about some deep shit, sharing my opinions, thougts(only if you ask for it). Enjoy debating. Also, I'm the REALLY clumsy, like clumsy af and I have an invincible talent in getting myself into the most embarrassing, cringe situations. Hate appearing to be weak or crying in front of others(I never do), and generally I can get melancolic and depressed easily. I don't really trust even my loved ones, I always hide my deepest emotional(or whatever) issues, I just can't stand the fact being emotionally vulnerable. Also, I bottle up feelings well. But I can be soft sometimes which suprises people. One of my best friends said, I am suprising, always doing something unpredicted. Additionally, I stress over something all the time. About my humour, it's kinda ironic, dark, morbid, troll-ish; roasting, teasing people 24/7. Don't worry, despite my sometimes serious act, I can be a total dumb idiot. Selfish, vain, lazy,  snobbish hahah. Quite liberal, and I almost never judge people, I mind my own buisness. When I can talk about something I love or just sharing my opinion, I am passionate and be ready for a LONG rambling. Oh, I love alcohol and going out with friends, also I smoke those occassions. Plus, I have god-like hands, everyone told me that I could earn money bc of my massaging skills(I just know by instict how to touch people lol). Oh, and I daydream and zone out a lot. I love going out and drink alcohol with my friends(and sometimes somoke too), the drunken me can be a real asshole, but also hugs out of the blue, I get softer. Oh, and I curse fucking much, I have a disgustingly flithy mouth, bc of my rather innocent appearance and behavior ppl are suprised how much is... cruse.

Relationship: I don't really have a 'type' but I get bored easily: I takes a lot for me to really like in long-term a person, so I fall easier for complex and charismatic ones(but like I said, I can fall for other personalities too!!). I'm a quite difficult person to be with and to love, so I'm suprisingly flexible in a relationship. Only thing I need and without it wouldn't work at all: DEEP CONVOS AND SOME INTELLECT. Also, I have a quite roasting-bullying type humour, so my lover should understand and being able to handle that. Anyways, I'm not much of a PDA person(but I don't mid handholding, short hugs etc. if my partner really want to), and not romantic at all(also cannot flirt hehe), and for a long time I can be bit distant. Love language is words of affirmation&quality time, and if I have to express my feelings I'm best with acts of service. I love cuddling, ppl are suprised when I initiate hugs but tbh I love physical affection. I'm probably more likely the 'friend' lover. I need a lot, lot, lot alone time.

Hobbies/Likes: classical literature, theatre, politics, hiking, sightseeing, mysteries, reading about disappearances(crimes), trying out new things, yoga, running, horse riding, table tennis, listening to music, cats, thunderstorms, rainy days, cider, tequila

Music taste: Oh man, MIXED. I listen to literally everything except techno, it depends on my mood honestly. But if I had to say something, I think indie, alternative rock, electronic and psychedelic songs are the closest to me, but I've grown to listen more and more rap. Most of the songs are depressive as fuck, I mean I can be at my happiest, but I'd still listen some dark shit. But still, I enjoy pop(2000s pop at parties FUCK YEAH), jazz. Also, some occassions all my ears and mind need is some good ol' classical music. Some faves: Tame Impala, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Jack Stauber, Fink and some Hungarian bands that no one knows unfortunately. :(

Sorry if I was too long and more sorry if I've already requested before(my brain just rots lol), then just ignore me, hehe~♡

Did you,,, did you just copy paste like 3/4 of who I am

Man when I was reading your persona I was going “RinRinRinRinRinRin-“ but I decided against it UwU

ALL IN ALL you honestly sound like my type of person?? Like deadass I’d wanna befriend you. Fuck them small talks tell me what you think of the expansion of the universe and let’s talk about what if drugs are illegal bc they make us perceive true reality-

I’m going to match you up with... Shindo!

This one is a Battle of Wits, I swear. You didn’t trust him a single bit when the two of you first met, no one even thought you’d ever become friends. Shindo could practically see the gears turning in your head and quite frankly he was impressed?? You’re a highly intelligent individual who was able to keep your guard up and seclude yourself from others while not appearing TOO unapproachable? Boy was whipped and he didn’t even realize it. While others thought you were sort of cold and pragmatic, he thought you were the most well-balanced human in the world.

You guys 100% had an enemies to lovers thing going on, but it was slightly different. YOU started off completely uninterested in him, but while he made you think the feeling was mutual, I think Shindo found himself gravitating towards you. You can bet he secretly celebrated every little victory and step forward he made with you. Boy did NOT let up.

I seriously think he’s entertaining enough for you to keep interest in him. Shindo is as two-faced as you are (if not more), and he WILL change his behaviour within a second to keep your interest (somehow no one noticed his habit of doing that when he was crushing on you?? SUSPICIOUS). Also not a big fan of small talk; if he’s interested in you, he wants to know how you tick. He wants to know what you enjoy, what you like and what you dislike. And when you tell him while trying to still keep an emotional distance from him, he takes it as a challenge. No, he doesn’t think your relationship is a game, but he does think it’s highly entertaining and interesting.

When you start softening up to him, he won’t even grow bored. He’s worked so hard to get close to you and it finally pays off and he’s so happy??

But he won’t ever initiate PDA, just because he too has an image to uphold lmao if others don’t personally know you they’d never know y’all are falling for each other.

Songs!!

- One of My Turns, Pink Floyd (“don’t look so frightened this is just a passing phase one of my bad days” just hits different for the two of you?? I’m not saying your relationship is toxic bc it really isn’t but the VIBE is there)

- Do I Wanna Know?, Arctic Monkeys

- Dollar Days, David Bowie

- You Give Love A Bad Name, Bon Jovi