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miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - can’t sleep
you just can’t sleep without your husband next to you
(i hope my spanish was okay)
Maybe it’s your cycle, maybe its just the fact that you’ve been literally working all day for the past 3 weeks, but you’re tired as shit. The bags under your eyes are almost purple, your entire body hunches over like a zombie when you walk, you barely have time to think nor speak to anyone else besides your husband. The entire building is lowkey worried you’ll snap one day.
Even Miguel is worried. Much how you like to do to him, Miguel’s been constantly ushering you to rest a little, borderline bribing you with nice takeout or some kisses to get you to sleep. But, to no avail. your sleep schedule is genuinely fucked.
You’re cranky, hungry, and sleep deprived.
At the moment, Miguel doesn’t really know where you are. Considering your current state, he thinks you’re out on a mission, or at least somewhere in the office.
He’s already tried walking through the entire office just looking for you. He checked the cafeteria, gym, hallway, etc. muttering, “Where th’fuck are they?” But, you were nowhere to be found.
So, Miguel tries something different. He pulls up his watch, scrolling down to a button that he really only should be using for emergencies, but to Miguel, this is an emergency on its’ own.
He presses the button, and suddenly his entire face is broadcasted to every single watch in the building. Dramatically, the emergency siren turns on, and all the spider-people are on their feet.
“If anyone sees my wife, please report back to me asap. Tell her to come see me, I can’t find her anywhere.“
The whole office can see Miguel rub a hand over his face, visibly both annoyed and tired. Everyone starts looking back and forth, tilting heads and making sure that you didn’t just happen to be around somewhere. Once the camera turns off, though, nearly the entire building starts chuckling.
It’s crazy how much Miguel’s face utterly lights up when he sees his watch ringing without your contact photo. Literally in a split second, he presses the button, opening up a microphone icon.
“Miguel?“
Ugh, he just loves the sound of your voice.
“¿Si querida?“
He hears you groan, possibly the sound of bedsheets shuffling, and it pulls at his heart. You’ve been so miserable lately, he just wants to see you back to your happy self again.
“Come home, now.“
Just the tone of your voice alone put a worried frown on Miguel’s face. (He never likes to admit how much of an impact your emotions have on him.) An ugly, anxious swarm starts to build at the back of his head, making him impossibly nervous.
Luckily, Miguel knows what to do.
“Of course, hun. I’ll be there in 10.“
And he turns the watch off, sighing to himself after. He’s a little bit nervous now, fearing as though he did something to upset you, or that you had something serious to talk about when he came home.
Every step Miguel takes to your shared home brought him closer and closer on edge, worry and theory swirling through his mind. His brain ping-ponged through every single possible reason why you’d want him to come home, especially in such a cranky matter. Maybe you were just tired? Maybe it was because he accidentally gave you a raisin bagel instead of a everything bagel?
By the time Miguel was at the door, his heart was beating erratically in his chest, hands the slightest bit shaky. Stepping inside, Miguel instantly beelined for your shared bedroom, gently opening the door.
He sees you shuffle around in the covers, his heart secretly swooning. You’re just so cute when you’re half asleep; needy and cuddlier than usual. Already at the bedroom door, Miguel practically rips his shirt off, kicking off his pants and making his way over to where you lay. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, gingerly swiping strands of hair off your face.
“What is it, hun?“ He coos.
You toss and turn, barely mustering a frown onto your face. Your eyes are half-lidded, tank top almost falling off your shoulder until Miguel readjusts it for you.
“Can’t sleep without you.“ You mumble, slowly scooting yourself over and draping your arms towards him. Miguel practically swoons, cooing and leaning into your touch. How could he resist such an offer?
“Awh, baby.“
He tangles himself into bed with you, breathing the biggest sigh of relief. It wasn’t what he thought it was. You just wanted snuggles. Miguel takes it upon himself to spoil you extra, ghosting his touch over your back and kissing the darling skin of your temple.
Like the thousands of times he has before, Miguel tangles his legs into yours, kneading his fingers into the skin of your raised leg.
Within a few minutes or so, Miguel feels you knock out like a light, tiny puffs of air escaping your mouth while you fist the sheets like a baby. He sighs, staring at you for a few moments while you sleep. Affectionately, he rubs his knuckles against your cheek, smooching your forehead.
Miguel pulls a blanket over the both of you, knowing very well that by the time you’re awake, it’ll be completely on the floor. Readjusting his position, Miguel doses off to sleep, allowing himself to completely let go of all the stresses he holds.
After all, he can’t sleep without you either.
© 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔.
#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel o'hara x you#atsv miguel#atsv x reader#atsv#spiderman#across the spiderverse#x reader#reader insert#fluff#romance#cute and cuddly#cosmosis-writes ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎
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Some scenes from the Stevie Harrington au I’ve been rotating in my mind for months
Details & IDs under the cut:
[ID 1: Stephanie Harrington speaking into a walkie-talkie, her text bubble reads:
“Sound off, shitheads.”
She has long brown hair with big waves, and is wearing a white tank top and blue jeans. She looks vaguely annoyed or exasperated. End ID 1]
[ID 2: Steph lying stomach-down on the end of a bed, propped up on her elbows so she can hold hands with Chrissy Cunningham, who’s speaking. Chrissy’s text bubbles read:
“Jason just doesn’t get it. I wanna hang out, and shop, and cheer, and beat the shit out of interdimensional man-eating monsters. You know, I wanna do girly stuff!”
Steph looks indulgently down at Chrissy, who’s smiling and sitting on the floor. Steph’s wearing a red crop top and blue jeans, and Chrissy has on a yellow and white striped headband, a white and pink floral print button-up shirt, and sunny yellow overalls, which have multicoloured flowers embroidered around the hips and ankles. End ID 2]
Chrissy’s dialogue here is inspired by a similar quote from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, because I thought it would be a fun & cute thing for her to say, and her outfit is inspired by one of princess Diana’s bc she’s a fashion icon.
[ID 3: Steph and Robin Buckley, both in their Scoops Ahoy uniforms, complete with the hats. Robin’s holding up a whiteboard divided into ‘hit’ and ‘miss’ sections. ‘Miss’ has twelve tally marks, and ‘hit’ has a single tally with a small question mark beside it. Their dialogue reads:
Robin: Board’s getting full, Harrington. You’re a real heartbreaker today.
Steph: Told you I could make this outfit work.
Steph is smiling, holding an ice cream scoop, and her hair’s braided over her shoulder with a red scrunchie. Robin looks amused, like she’s teasing. End ID 3]
[ID 4: Steph and Dustin Henderson in the scene from season 2 where they’re leaving a trail of meat for Dart on the railroad tracks. They both have yellow gloves and are holding buckets of meat, and Steph has her bat over her shoulder. Their dialogue reads:
Steph: I’ll bring you some of my Farrah Fawcett spray.
Dustin: Isn’t that for girls?
Steph: It’s for hair.
The word ‘hair’ is underlined. Steph is wearing a light blue and purple jacket over a red turtleneck and blue jeans, and her hair is in a ponytail with a red scrunchie. Dustin is wearing his canon outfit, complete with the baseball cap and headset. He looks skeptical. End ID 4]
Bonus transcript of me explaining the single tally + question mark in dms:
🍓[me]: Snappy dialogue to indicate that the board is abt men failing to flirt with her and not the other way around 👍
🍇[beloved]: who's the hit?
🍓: Eddie lmfao
🍓: The question mark is there bc Robin was so baffled by Eddie’s complete lack of rizz that she’s not sure she even interpreted that correctly
🍇: KNEW it
🍇: robin watching the entire time: 🤨
🍓: He wasn’t even trying to flirt is the thing he just got up there and lost his mind and his friends were standing behind him clearly being like “we don’t know this guy” and somehow steph got like… giggly??
🍓: Robin, afterwards: what the hell was that
🍓: Steph, clueless: what was what? 😀❓
🍓: Eddie crouching down behind one of those large decorative plants for ten straight minutes desperately holding his head in his hands shinji-style to stave off the cringe
🍓: His ice cream melts btw
🍇: his friends are standing a full meter away from him, pointedly not looking
🍓: Yeah they’re on the other end of the food court sitting at a table facing him but very carefully avoiding actually looking at him. They’d put their backs to him but the last time they did that (different mall, long story, they aren’t allowed in anymore) Eddie got kicked out by mall security and it took them like three hours to find him
🍓: This was before Gareth’s time and no one’s ever actually explained the full situation to him bc 1) they keep embellishing it and 2) eddie gets screechy when they try
#god I love her so much!!! wife 💞#the single mark under hit is for eddie#the question mark is there bc robin was so baffled by his complete lack of rizz (he wasn’t trying to hit on her)#and also by how well it was working on her. steph was like fully charmed blushing twirling her hair while he stumbled over his words#big fan of this au. love to write it someday#envy draws#fanart#stranger things#stranger things fanart#steve harrington#robin buckley#chrissy cunningham#dustin henderson#genderbend#female steve harrington#stevie harrington
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Seungie Tokki
wc: 2.1k
pronouns: none used; n/a
warnings: some swearing; lots of fluff; gyuvin, ricky and yunseo large features lol
summary: seungeon and bestfriend!reader are obviously in love with each other. will the other '04 yuehuaz be able to finally get them together?
~bp masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~
guys this one is so good lmao. was requested to make a fluffy friends-to-lovers seungeon x reader, but ended up writing iconic comedy quartet '04 yuehuaz instead... luckily, both goals were accomplished so i hope you enjoy :)
"Aw, thank you Seungie!" You coo, taking the little blue and white polka-dotted stuffed bunny from Seungeon's hands. You examine it, turning it around a few times before holding it up to his face. "Doesn't it kind of look like him?"
Gyuvin snorts. "Spitting image."
Seungeon glares at the taller boy, who runs to hide behind Yunseo. "Do you want to die?"
"Now that I think of it," Yunseo poses, smirking as he rubs his chin thoughtfully between two fingers, "isn't it a bit too obvious that you're giving (Y/N) a stuffed animal that looks like you?"
Seungeon blushes furiously and you figure that being falsely accused by his friends of harboring romantic feelings for you for the umpteenth time is as good of a cause as any for embarrassment.
You shake your head. "Come on, guys. Seungeon and I have been friends for years. If he was interested in me, wouldn't you think he'd have done something about it by now?"
"Yeah, you would think; wouldn't you?" Gyuvin replies, stepping out cautiously from behind Yunseo to give Seungeon a pat on the back.
Seungeon sighs. "I'm sorry these idiots followed me along on my walk. I didn't mean to take up your lunch break with their," he narrows his eyes at the two lanky boys beside him. "... Buffoonery."
You laugh, taking a step closer to your friend and pulling him in for a hug. "It's really okay. I'm bored all day here anyway so I really appreciate the company actually. Come back whenever you want!"
Gyuvin and Yunseo grin satisfactorily, the darker-haired boy announcing, "Okay, see you tomorrow!"
"We are not coming back here tomorrow!" Seungeon protests, smacking Yunseo on the arm. "My team is practicing during this time tomorrow."
Gyuvin chuckles. "He didn't say you were invited."
Seungeon rubs his face with his hands in frustration. "That's it. We're leaving now."
"Thanks for coming, Seungie," you say with a smile, checking your phone quickly to see how much time you have left for your lunch break. "Will you come again soon?"
Your friend stares back at you unblinkingly, only nodding slowly at your request.
You swallow nervously, involuntarily biting your lip as you add:
"Good. Cause I miss you."
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"Cool," Gyuvin mocks to Yunseo as Seungeon trails behind him down the sidewalk. "(Y/N) said 'I miss you' and he replied... 'Cool'."
Seungeon lets out an exasperated cry.
"Not to mention the googly eyes he was making before that," Yunseo adds. "He went from cartoon hearts flying out of his eyes to 'cool'. A tragic overcorrection if I've ever seen one.
"Damn. And he's been acting like this for years and (Y/N) hasn't caught on yet?" Gyuvin shakes his head disbelievingly.
Yunseo laughs. "They're literally made for each other."
"No, we are not! I don't know how many times I have to tell you guys that (Y/N) and I are just friends. Neither of us are harboring secret romantic feelings for each other," Seungeon exclaims annoyedly, catching up to his friends and pushing his way in between them.
"Oh, come on, Seungie," Gyuvin replies, rolling his eyes at the shorter boy. "
"Yeah, we saw you stand there for twenty minutes trying to grab that specific toy and then when you managed to win a different one first, you literally threw it at the kid in line behind you and shouted, 'TAKE IT! JUST TAKE IT!'" Yunseo recounts.
Seungeon shrugs sheepishly. "It was a purple bunny. (Y/N) would never want a purple bunny."
"Now, remind me Yunseo, did he traumatize the kid before or after he put the purple bunny in a chokehold and whispered, 'This one doesn't look anything like me'?" Gyuvin quips, smacking the back of Seungeon's head. "And who the hell doesn't like purple bunnies?"
"OKAY, FINE!" Seungeon relents, rubbing the spot on his head that Gyuvin had hit. "I did want the blue bunny because it looked a bit like me, yes."
"It actually looked eerily like you," Yunseo says, visibly shivering. "Are you sure that thing wasn't cursed?"
"It's not cursed!" Seungeon protests, throwing his arms down in a tiny tantrum. "I would never give something cursed to the love of my--."
Gyuvin and Yunseo's jaws drop as the words accidentally roll off of their friend's tongue. Seungeon's hand flies to cover his mouth as he realizes what he's just said.
"FINALLY!" Gyuvin shouts, stopping dead in his tracks to jump up and down in celebration.
Yunseo grabs Seungeon's shoulders and shakes him excitedly. "HE ADMITS IT!"
Seungeon's head shakes rapidly as he tries to deny the Freudian slip, but his heart sinks as he realizes its too late to take back now. Gyuvin and Yunseo will never let him hear the end of this.
"You have to say something now," Gyuvin pleads, throwing his arm around Seungeon's shoulders as they continue down the street.
"No, I don't," the shorter boy counters, folding his arms across his chest in defense. "There's no way (Y/N) feels the same way."
Yunseo sighs, throwing his head back in exasperation. "Seungeon, please answer me honestly, is your stupidity willful or are you really this blind?"
Seungeon glares back at him. "What are you trying to say?"
"He's trying to say you're a giant idiot!" Gyuvin says, tossing his empty coffee cup in a trash can.
"Not helpful," Seungeon responds with a frown.
"How are we supposed to help, Seungie?" Yunseo asks rhetorically. "You and (Y/N) are so obviously in love witch each other and you refuse to believe it. You are clearly beyond help."
Seungeon's brow furrows confusedly. "You--... You think (Y/N) feels the same way?"
Just then, Seungeon feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulls it out to see a message notification from you.
Look, Seungie Saram! Seungie Tokki is alerting me when new customers enter the store from his post on top of the espresso machine.
He's doing a good job, don't you think?
Attached is a picture of the little blue and white polka-dotted bunny sitting on top of one of the coffee machines at your shop. Seungeon's phone falls from his hands as he clutches his heart at the adorable sight and Gyuvin lunges to catch it in his freakishly large palm.
After he reads your message and gags, he passes the phone to Yunseo who gags as well.
"That's it," Yunseo announces, tucking the phone back into Seungeon's pocket. "You're going back there tomorrow and you're asking (Y/N) out once and for all."
"You're putting a lot of faith in the hope that he'll make it to tomorrow," Gyuvin quips with a snort, both of the boys turning to look at Seungeon who is miming out a whole conversation with you as the other boys talk. "See? He's going insane as we speak."
"I'll do it," Seungeon exclaims suddenly, an excited grin spreading across his face. "I'll ask (Y/N) out tomorrow!"
"Holy shit," Gyuvin whispers in awe. "We fixed him."
Yunseo laughs, patting Gyuvin on the shoulder. "Now we can work on fixing you."
~
"Seungie!" You greet happily as your friend walks through the door of your coffee shop the next day with his friends again. "I thought you had to practice today?"
"Oh, uh..." Seungeon fumbles, eyes locked on the Seungie Tokki plushy facing the door from the top of the espresso machine. "I bartered my temporary freedom in exchange for bringing my whole team coffee."
You laugh, following his gaze up to the bunny toy. "He's my guard rabbit. Much less expensive than a real security system."
"And much less effective," Gyuvin mumbles, pulling out his wallet. "Can I get an iced Americano?"
"It's (Y/N)'s lunch break!" Seungeon scolds. "I'm already about to order six iced coffees as it is..."
"Then what's four more?" Ricky scoffs. "I'm only here in the first place because you promised to buy me coffee today."
"Good to know your support is entirely dependent on material gain," Seungeon replies with a glare.
"Support?" You ask, head tilting to the side cutely. "Why do you need support?"
All of the boys' heads snap back to you quickly, as if they'd already forgotten that you were standing there.
"Um," Yunseo responds awkwardly, grabbing Ricky and Gyuvin by the backs of their shirts and pulling them towards a booth in the corner of the shop. "We're gonna sit over here."
You sigh, attention returning to your friend. "Your friends get weirder every day."
"Tell me about it," Seungeon agrees, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry to ask you to make all this coffee when you're supposed to be resting."
You shake your head. "Don't worry about it. I'm closing early today anyway since it gets too slow on Tuesday evenings to justify staying open."
"Oh," Seungeon replies, nodding slowly as you make your way back behind your counter and start to prepare the coffee orders. "So are you saying you're free tonight?"
You laugh, holding a cup underneath the espresso machine spout. "Yeah, I am. Why? No way you're not busy. You're always busy now."
You watch as Seungeon's face falls. "I'm sorry," he says sadly. "The show has me on such a tight schedule."
You shake your head. "It's not your fault! I'm proud of you, ya know? I just miss you is all."
Someone coughs loudly from the back booth and Seungeon turns around to glare at his friends for being rowdy.
"Cool," Seungeon replies in the exact same fashion he had the day before. He shakes his head. "No, I mean--."
"He means he misses you too!" Gyuvin shouts.
Seungeon presses his lips together awkardly. "Uh, yeah. That is what I meant."
"No, no. What he actually means is that he really misses you. He spent twenty minutes at a claw machine yesterday trying to win you that ugly ass bunny that looks like him, because he wanted to give you something that reminds you of him," Yunseon explains further.
"Well, I don't think you had to say it was ugly--," Seungeon says but he's interrupted by his blonde friend.
"Seungeon is in love with you," Ricky announces definitively, looking up from his phone only when he doesn't hear anyone reply. As the other boys glare at him, he just shrugs. "What? It's true. Isn't that the whole reason we're here? Right, Seungie?"
Seungeon's head falls to his hands. "What a disaster," he groans, before taking note of your silence and looking back up at you cautiously.
Your eyes are wide as you blink back at your friend. "Is that all true?"
He grimaces, before nodding slowly. "Yeah."
A small smile surfaces on your face as you process the confession. "So, what you're saying is... I can actually bring this bunny home and put it on my bed and not feel weird about it?"
"Oh my god," you hear Gyuvin whisper in awe.
Seungeon's eyebrows raise in shock. "I--... Um... Yes. Yes! Absolutely. Yes, you can totally do that. I would be so honored if--."
"And can you get out of practice tonight for a bit?" You ask, packing the coffees into a cupholder tray. "We can go to dinner and you can tell me how you feel without all of your tall friends' commentary."
Seungeon nods vigorously. "Yes. Yes I'd love to ditch my tall friends and sell my soul to my team to have dinner with you."
The rest of the boys stand up from the booth they're at and make their way to you and Seungeon at the counter. Gyuvin wraps his arm around Seungeon's shoulder.
"He's all grown up now," he says, picking up one of the coffee trays. "Please invite us to the wedding."
"I think Dongyeol will let you out of practice for the sake of love," Yunseo says, picking up another tray. "Just be thankful Park Hanbin isn't your leader this week."
Ricky grabs one of the coffees out of Yunseo's tray and pokes a straw in it right away. "We're gonna fix Gyuvin next, right?"
"Okay, everybody keeps saying that and I just don't understand how you could want to fix perfection," Gyuvin replies, giving you a wave as they shuffle out the door and onto the street-- leaving you alone with Seungeon.
"So, uh," he says, picking up the last coffee tray from the counter. "I'll see you around 8?"
You nod, chewing your cheek to keep yourself from grinning like an idiot. "Yeah. 8 is good."
He nods also, walking toward the door and pushing it open. "Make sure Seungie Tokki gets a premium space on your bed."
"I'll send you a picture," you say, unable to hide your smile now.
He laughs. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"See you later, Seungie," you respond with a wave.
"Can't wait, (Y/N)."
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"I loved Candy, and she adored me. She had such a strong sense of femininity … her femininity was even stronger than mine. I'd sometime slip and uncross my legs, but you'd never see Candy doing that. She always had her legs crossed just right. She'd fluff her hair and even flirt with my boyfriend, but I was never threatened by her. She so strongly appealed to me as a wonderful human being. The last time I saw her she was wearing this fabulous purple Harlow-ish nightgown. She was eating chocolate."
/ From Julie Newmar’s eulogy at Candy Darling’s funeral at The Frank E Campbell Funeral Chapel /
“Warhol superstar Candy Darling is synonymous with doomed glamour — a gorgeous woman playing a dying gorgeous woman. The image of her laid up in hospital, looking ready for her close-up in full makeup with one black rose on the pillow beside her, looks like a staged photo for a fashion magazine. But that picture, taken by Peter Hujar, is as staged as it is real. Candy Darling died of lymphoma in that hospital room in 1974. She was 29.”
/ From “50 years after Candy Darling’s death, Warhol superstar’s struggle as a trans actress still resonates” by Jessica Ferri, The Los Angeles Times, 18 March 2024 /
Died on this day fifty years ago: ethereally beautiful, memorable and funny transgender Warhol Superstar Candy Darling (24 November 1944 - 21 March 1974). (Yes, THE Candy “from out on the Island” commemorated in the 1972 Lou Reed song “Walk on the Wild Side”). Coincidentally, the ambitious new ten-years-in-the-making biography Candy Darling: Dreamer, Icon, Superstar by Cynthia Carr just dropped this month, and I can’t wait to devour it. Pictured: portrait of Darling on her deathbed by Peter Hujar (1934 – 1987).
#candy darling#peter hujar#warhol superstar#transgender#lgbtqia#julie newmar#lobotomy room#underground cinema#underground queer cinema
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Wow just wow 🤩🤩🤩
For me performers in BTS goes like : JM > JK > Hobi > Tae > Suga > Jin > RM
Jimin is superior, no matter who denies it we all know even haters eyes automatically gravitate towards him. Theres a reason why among all member's his fancams went viral multiple times. He gracefully flows but with crisp moves. Basically sex symbol of BTS... no one can say Jimin's performance doesn't make them feel some way lol. Just him wearing his purple outfit with purple eyes and wt hair is enough to captivate people.
Jk and hobi, for me the difference is power and sex appeal. JK gives more power in moves and oozes sex appeal which makes his performance more attractive. He performs like he wanna wreck you lol.
Someone told Jimin always gives : Come and get me energy while JK gives: I'm gonna eat you up energy. Its evident in their performances too.
Tae and Yoongi are laid back perfomers but Tae's cold looks gives him an aura which makes him more appealing to many. While Yoongi only concentrate on expressions while his part comes up. But I don't understand why some are adamant about Tae being in dance line lol. There's a huge difference in movements and stability 3J gives in performance vs tae.
Jin and RM, not best performers but Jin kinda has a cute expression while performing than RM. While RM looks like he's repeating moves which he by hearted. Also many expressions make his performance awkward lol. But it's ok, as dancing line is strong they cover it up.
Interesting analysis. I don’t know how exactly I would place others besides JM and JK, probably similarly as you.
BTS’s performances overall are incomparable and unmatched. But in my opinion JM and JK in both group and solo performances stand out.
Let’s watch some Jimin’s now
1st of all this legendary iconic Jimin main character
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Then this most iconic fancam
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Lie - timeless iconic, it’s one of my favourite songs by him and my favourite performance
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Serendipity - another timeless iconic
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Filter - epic
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This Set Me Free Pt.2 performance
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This Like Crazy performance, I love this one
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Jimin dancing contemporary is my favourite
Basically everything is iconic
https://x.com/army_grace13/status/1691739551700762733?s=46&t=TCyyINa-p83r3nbZeDKK5A
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And when Jungkook and Jimin dance and sing together? Unmatched power duo
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Imagine if he had concert where he would perform all of his old and new songs…
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౨ৎ txt as musicals !
pairing: ot5 txt x musicals
summary: god. idek where to begin. txt as musicals.
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im actually so sorry i even wrote this wow what was i thinking. if you dont know these songs LISTEN TO THEM.
yeonjun : heathers / mean girls
there is also a tiny dash of moulin rouge in him
it boy energy is so reflected throughout BOTH
i’m sorry
definitely a candy store guy
he 100% cracks corny jokes like in stupid w/ love
but the amazing theatricality???
the vocals????
SO yeonjun
and ikik abt the soobin meangirl meme but like
lets be real
jjunie just has that energy
and not in a bad way
like in a 'yeonjun told me to dye my hair purple so i did!' way
and when i say heathers i don't mean the negatives
like that musical is fucked up
i mean the level of iconic-ness (?)
sassy man apocalypse fr
"i like looking hot buying stuff they cannot :3" - yeonjun (definitely)
soobin : six
...
i'm actually so sorry for this one!
he competes with himself, that much is obvious
soobin seems like the type to really question if he deserves something - if his suffering was enough
he's the type to compare past suffering to current
like 'well i suffered back then and i turned out fine, i'm not any more important for suffering now' type of stuff
he's the leader, its his job to be the strongest
and he lets himself have some fun
(i mean his first [?] scandal was him showing his middle toe.)
or he could be super serious like the great leader we all know he is
or he's just a total mess, but yet still so strong ??
hes admirable
he's in the history books fr
beomgyu : hamilton
the perfect balance of chaos and serious
i mean he's literally "lock up your daughters and horses!"
while also being "mom i'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me"
beomgyu was written by lin manuel miranda argue with a wall
its also just so interesting, like gyu
like you could study both hamilton and gyu
a fan favourite
you can't go wrong with hamilton
and you can't go wrong with guy
hamilton has its… fans
and gyu has his bamtoris
both would doxx you if you speak ill of their favs
the gateway into the community
like gyu was the first member i found out about
and hamilton was the first musical i liked
you dip your toes in, and next thing you know you just spent $25 for some merch
taehyun : hadestown
it’s so sad
yet serene and passionate like tyun
i mean, just look at him
those eyes - that smile!!
boba eyes :3
also, he so was a greek mythology kid
probably bought every percy jackson book / related piece of media when it came out
he knows everything
theres just something so tyun about it all
hadestown is a musical you might not know about
but the second you do you're like "wow wtf i was missing out on literally everything good in this world"
and that's literally tyun too
like if you somehow don't know about vocal king taehyun
the moment you find him obsession forms
or at least in my case
my little tyun🤧
i could see him staring in the mirror going "who are you? who do you think you are"
hueningkai : be more chill (bmc)
you can not tell me this boy didn't have some sort of issue making friends
the photos of him sitting alone at lunch (?) pre-debut???
hes so jeremy heere
because he's really just a sweetie
but no one notices him besides his very close friends
definitely would almost accidentally take over the state of new jersey
type of boy to go all the way if he likes a person
im talking joining the same clubs as them
and even joining the friend group they're in
all of it
we all know he used to think so poorly of himself and talk down on himself
like he had those voices in his head
has his michael in the bathroom moments
thinks he's a loner, a loser, a freak
you know the usual high school insults
but he's able to grow confident, with some help
i luv hueningkai ;3
and i luv be more chill
authors note : i lied this is not based off of making the bed. my bad. whoops. maybe next time!
©2024 — all rights reserved to hueningsloverr , please do not plagiarise or translate any of my work
#hueningkai#huening kai#txt#choi beomgyu#beomgyu#choi yeonjun#yeonjun txt#yeonjun#txt yeonjun#choi soobin#txt soobin#huening kai txt#txt huening kai#txt beomgyu#kang taehyun#taehyun#txt taehyun#tubatu#tomorrow x together fluff#tomorrow x together imagines#tomorrow by together#tomorrow x together#hueningsloverr
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wait. why are you sexy gengar
Oh, so this is some kinda story! And I guess now y'all are gonna hear it.
The truth is I've been holding out on most of you because back on my birthday @zerozeroren gifted me with an incredible piece of art that is going to require a bit of explanation.
So here we go.
Being a lover of So Bad It's Good Media and a watcher of Booktube videos, it was inevitable that I would hear about the supposedly spicy, supposedly deadly fantasy trainwreck that is Lightlark by Alex Aster. For anyone who might not have seen the liveblogging I did of that, I thoroughly enjoyed the book for a bunch of reasons Aster never intended and had to pause listening to the audiobook several times because I had to stop and laugh at the ridiculously poorly thought out shit going on. For anyone who's the sort to indulge in So Bad It's Good media, it gets my recommendation. (The sequel Nightbane does not; that was both utterly stupid AND horrifying in its unintentional implications. But I digress.)
Anyway, this piece of art came about from talking to Ren about some of the characters, particularly our main character Isla Crown and her love interest Oro.
There's been a lot of confusion on how to say Isla's given name. Before I listened to the audiobook, I would have assumed it would have had a pronunciation similar to island with a silent s. But no, according to the audiobook narration, her name is pronounced Ice-la. Upon hearing this, Ren declared that a "Pokemon-ass sounding name." And that's when I realized that Isla is implied to be humanoid but it's never actually specified. The people of Lightlark are divided into six different types of beings, and Isla is a Wildling. But the only actual descriptions we get of her are that she's got brown hair and she looks like her mother. So in defiance of the obvious setup to picture her looking like an ice-type Pokemon, I chose to picture her looking like my favorite purple ghosty boy Gengar.
But that's only the part of the picture I've been using for my icon. I haven't shown most of you the other part of the picture that has Oro. Oro is a Sunling. (I swear these names are killing me.) The big conflict of Lightlark is that all of these fantasy races have been cursed and they're trying to complete a ritual according to a prophecy in order to undo them. Sunlings in particular are cursed by being harmed by the sun, the very thing that would normally give them power. Oro is also something called an Origin, meaning he has powers from the other fantasy races, though the primary one we see him use besides his own power is the Skyling ability to fly. Between being harmed by sunlight, the implied nocturnal existence that comes with that, and his ability to fly, Ren and I decided he was basically a vampire. And I was like, "We need to pick a dorky vampire to represent him. I know! He should look like Alucard! Not sexy new Castlevania animation Alucard but like what Alucard looks like in Captain N: The Game Master!" (For the record, they are technically the same character. Alucard in Captain N is the same Alucard from the Castlevania series. But the character designs in Captain N: The Game Master are...questionable.)
And that led to this:
Take it in. It is a thing of cracktastic beauty. I couldn't have asked for a better birthday present. What else can I say but Ren has done it again.
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The Odd Couples
Hi, tumblrs! I’m back with yet another AU of one of my favorite AUs: it’s the DC gang, paired differently.
(I know I haven’t written anything DC AU-related in a long ass five minutes, and I swear Chapter 6 of the original series is practically ready to post, just needs a deep-dive edit)
So, this story is the product of two separate ideas: First, what if I hadn’t followed canon/fanon/personal head canons when pairing the couples up/off? And the second idea comes from the What If episode of Friends where that gang ends up with someone different (Phoebe x Ross, Monica x Joey, Rachel x Chandler).
Side note: Using throwback DC crew (Liam, Riley, Max, Leo, Liv, Drake, Madeleine, and Penelope). Also, check out the link to Leo’s shirt (if you make it that far). It’s the Leo-est shirt ever IMHO)
Side Note 2: Mixing the pairings up means I have/will be writing pairings that others write/have written and are generally associated with said writer(s). While I am fully aware that no one owns ships, I realize this is a fandom and strive to be mindful of those who write rareships and respect their pairings.
This is simply my take on my version of these characters when coupled differently in my world.
To those who read over this story in parcels, pieces, and in whole ...THANK YOU!
For those who do read this fic, THANK YOU! Your likes, comments, and/or reblogs are appreciated more than you realize.
Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. Microsoft Editor rates this piece as 99% error free.
I’ll be back sooner rather than later with a submission for Hana Lee Appreciation Week, an angsty Driam/Riley love triangle, and some Stormholt.
Song Inspo: Moments We Live For (Acoustic Version), In Paradise
Word Count: 4,099
Pairings: SGL x Olivia; Drake x Madeleine; Leo x Riley B; Max x Penelope
Rating: M for Mature themes
SGL x Liv
Liam Rys tipsily followed Olivia Nervakis into the hotel room, hip-checking the door to shut it while Olivia occasionally paused her steps to turn on table lamps. Her black stiletto heels made no noise against the carpet; however, the swish of her highly starched black and white polka-dotted dress sounded scratchy in the silent room.
“Do you have to turn on every light?” Liam complained as he fastened the deadbolt.
“It’s not every light, and not our electric bill,” his girlfriend responded tartly as she flipped yet another switch.
The couple was in Baltimore for the weekend, attending a costume party thrown by Liv’s employer. There had been a buffet; an open bar; and a prize for the best costume, which Liam and Olivia did not win. Carlos Santiago, a member of the Environmental Services team, and his wife and three children came costumed as The Birds and The Bees and won the prize.
Liam and Liv were The Ricardos: Olivia’s red hair was done up in Lucy’s signature poodle hairstyle, and her dress was a dead ringer for the world’s most famous housewife’s iconic frock. He had wanted to wear a tuxedo and carry a conga drum but settled for Ricky’s purple, polka dot silk smoking jacket with shawl collar, black pants, and black velvet slippers.
“I can’t believe we didn’t win!” Liam muttered beneath his breath as he came behind Olivia, arms encircling her waist; his palms splayed against her flat, toned stomach. She responded by leaning against him, her back pressed against his chest.
“Don’t hate!” she admonished. “With those Korean features and Boston accent, no way were you a convincing Cuban band leader. Besides, you have to admit Carlos had a pretty creative idea.”
“Not more creative than my SOCK GAME! I mean, Liv … you gotta admit, it’s damn good tonight!”
He was wearing black, knee-length socks with red hearts inscribed with “I Love Lucy” scattered all over. Olivia rolled her eyes in exasperation at the mention of his sock game.
This man and his socks! Liam thought his sock game could cure cancer and bring about world peace.
“You’re sock game is great as it always is, darling. But it was a costume contest,” Olivia placated in a soothing tone as his fingers began removing bobby pins from her hair.
She spun around, facing her boyfriend as her hair fell in soft curls that framed her face. Her green eyes twinkled as she pressed a quick kiss against his lips.
“You big, spoiled baby,” she teased. “Wanna smoke, take the edge off? I brought a couple of blunts along.”
He quickly shook his head. “No way am I going to be in BALTIMORE off some loud.”
Olivia grabbed the lapels of Liam’s smoking jacket, pulling him closer to her. The tip of her tongue swiped his lower lip. “Makes sense,” she agreed.
Liam pressed his palms against her ass cheeks; he sang softly in her ear as he swayed his hips against hers.
And life is heaven, you see
'Cause I love Lucy, yes
I love Lucy
And Lucy
Loves me!
“My name’s Liv”, Olivia corrected with a giggle as she gently wriggled out of Liam’s embrace. “C’mon, let’s get ready for bed,” she urged as she headed for the bathroom.
Liam stuck out his tongue at her retreating back before glancing around the room. It was a typical hotel room, nothing really standing out or making it different from any other room.
The door that led to the balcony was all glass with a brass doorknob; the hotel promised a 360◦ view of the city’s famed Harbor from the patio. The couple planned to have breakfast there in the morning.
There was a workstation; a large, wall-mounted television; coffee maker and microwave; and the bed: queen-sized, four-poster, and centered against the back wall.
His eyes widened when he saw the wall to the side of the bed. It was covered floor to ceiling, and side to side with a … mirror.
Well, that was different.
Liam approached the bed, kicking off his slippers as he went; he stared curiously at his reflection before climbing atop the bed and resting on his haunches. He then lay on his back, turning his head to continue staring at his reflection.
He impatiently pushed his hair off his forehead before rolling over onto his stomach; pressing his palms against the bedcovers, Liam pushed himself up with his arms, still watching himself. He imagined Liv beneath him, her pale legs scissored across his back as they watched themselves.
This could be fun.
“LIVVY!” he yelled excitedly over the sound of water running in the sink. “There’s a MIRROR! On the WALL! By the BED!”
The water turned off; Olivia sauntered into the room; her face was scrubbed clean of makeup, damp ends of her hair curling, and wearing a red lace bra with matching panties. A sultry smirk curved her lips.
Liam caught sight of her in the mirror’s reflection, and visibly gulped. Liv only wore matching underwear when they were going to have sex.
“Ai yi yi yi”, he muttered as he bounded off the bed and hastily divested himself of the smoking jacket.
Olivia was now standing directly in front of Liam; after guiding him to the other side of the bed, directly against the wall so he could see them both in the mirror, her red-tipped fingernails trailed a path from his throat to his belt buckle before unfastening the belt. She slid to her knees, pulling the pants zipper down with her teeth. Her eyes looked up at Liam.
“Care to hear me do some ‘splaining?” she purred as her hand reached inside the opening and pulled his cock out.
Liam never answered; he was too busy staring at Liv’s reflection as her mouth swallowed his manhood.
Drake x Madeleine
“Open your mouth, and stick out your tongue,” Madeleine demanded.
Drake’s chocolate brown eyes stared up at her before raking over her body, his gaze settling on her chest. “Take off your shirt,” he countered.
Madeleine exhaled a frustrated sigh that fluttered her bangs as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Damnit, Drake! You’re sick, and I need to take your temperature to make sure the meds are working.”
Quickly covering his mouth, Drake Walker let out a series of deep, wet coughs that rattled the congestion in his chest.
“They aren't”, he rasped as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “Tits would help. For sure.”
With a horrified look, Madeleine hastily grabbed and thrusted a bottle of hand sanitizer in his face. “WIPE!”
Rolling his eyes, Drake took the bottle; he then complied with his girlfriend’s first request. He slathered the disinfectant over his hands while Madeleine inserted a thermometer under his tongue.
His temperature was 102◦; two degrees lower than it had been three hours ago. Uneasy relief washed over Madeleine’s features.
“You should take the meds on a full stomach. You hungry?”
Drake turned onto his side, adjusting the pillows beneath his head as he did so. “Not really, but we both know you’re gonna harp on it until I give in. I think I have some canned soup in one of the kitchen cabinets.”
Madeleine nodded absently as she stepped into the bathroom to run the instrument under hot water in an attempt to kill the cooties her boyfriend more than likely transferred onto it. She heard Drake’s question when she turned the water off.
“When are you giving up that broom closet you’re living in to move in with me?”
“Don’t start,” Madeleine warned with a shake of her head as she re-entered the bedroom.
“Start what? You’re paying $1300 a month to RENT A ROOM! You could move in here with me and pay HALF that and it would be a whole ass apartment! You could start saving, pay down that credit card debt of yours …”
“I prefer to have my own, Drake!”
Madeleine’s boyfriend rolled his eyes. “You HAVE your own RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! Clothes! Shoes! Makeup! Oat milk! And if we’re talking preferences, I prefer to wake up with you in my bed every morning. I prefer to glare and glower at you from across the room when we argue instead of sitting on the phone in awkward silence. I prefer to not have to wait for make-up sex!”
Madeleine shifted uncomfortably, scuffing the toe of her sneaker against the carpet. Her green eyes peeked up to sneak a glance at Drake, whose bleary eyes stared at her with a mixture of frustration and hopefulness. His fingers idly played in his chest hair.
“Why won’t you just accept this greatness?” he huffed accusingly.
Madeleine rolled her eyes in a here we go again way.
She and Drake were in love with each other. They were the odd couple of the group: The WASP and the Blue-Collar Worker, but they fit each other like a glove. Most of the time.
Cohabitation should have been the next logical step in their relationship.
Madeleine found it nice to come to his U Street apartment after work and find him cooking them dinner while she mixed killer cocktails to help them unwind from their day.
Or for her to be the first one awake and cook them breakfast, making sure to prepare the thick-cut bacon he liked, and brew the dark-roast coffee that was his favorite before sharing morning-breath kisses.
Drake making sure Madeleine had the apricot and cream body wash that cost a small fortune, and high thread count Egyptian cotton towels she insisted upon for her showers.
While their relationship was highly sexual, it was not sexually based. There were debates and discussions covering a gambit from international events and politics to cooking meats with mustard. The only thing they could never agree on was music: Madeleine was a Swiftie, and Drake was 70s rock and country. They shared a love of exercise and the outdoors; weekends usually found them taking day trips to Shenandoah to hike the trails, snacking on the beef jerky Drake loved and Madeleine tolerated.
But people broke up all the time … over the most minute and ridiculous things. And Madeleine knew she could be an anal-retentive pill most of the time. She wasn’t going to be heartbroken and house hunting if things went south with Drake.
Madeleine had been instilled from an early age that God blessed the child that had their own.
“I’m not going to be that chick if we don’t work out," she stated in a small but firm voice as she sat at the foot of the bed; close enough to show support and comfort, far enough away to maybe being in a germ-free zone.
“You’re saying that after I just asked you to move in with me for the 100th time?” Drake huffed before another coughing fit overtook him.
While Drake hacked up a lung, Madeleine looked around the bedroom, wondering if he had any masks around. The couple locked eyes briefly, chocolate fastened on emerald.
“You could dump me at Target or something!” she countered as she alternated between awkwardly patting his back and scooting further away from him.
When the coughing subsided, Drake pointed to the nightstand on Madeleine’s side of the bed.
“Masks. Bottom drawer.”
Drake knew her.
“As for dumping you, you don’t shop at Target; it’d have to be Macy’s.”
So well.
Leo x Riley B.
Leo Rys hefted an oversized, too-full sriracha red snapper taco in both hands before greedily biting into it. He let out a low grunt of satisfaction as flavors and spices exploded over his tongue and crumbles of taco shell fell onto his plate.
Saturday afternoons couldn’t get much better than this: wearing his most comfortable shirt; hanging with his girlfriend Riley Brooks, who was his favorite person in the world; and lunch at his new favorite eatery, Tia Maria Tacos. Bonus: they had scored an upstairs window booth that overlooked the Potomac River.
Normally for the pair, Saturdays were for sleeping in and being lazy; 24 hours of partial nudity and horizontal positions suited them just fine after clocking out of work on a Friday afternoon. Especially if they had worked a full week.
But Riley had been in a funk lately; she had been to five job interviews over the past month; good interviews, where she had been a top-two contender. However, that hadn’t been good enough. Riley had been passed over every time, for each job.
Requests for feedback had not been helpful; hiring managers told her they couldn’t go wrong regardless of who they chose for the position. Riley’s ego was bruised, her esteem low. Despite her having a job that she had worked for the past 10 years ... a job she did damn well ... she was now comparing herself to Penelope, for Chrissakes.
Leo knew he had to do something, so he planned Date Day.
They began at Lincoln’s Waffle House for breakfast followed by a couples’ massage in Cleveland Park. Riley wanted to visit a tarot shop; Leo was agreeable. They both got readings, and she purchased a deck of tarot cards along with a strand of chakra beads.
From there they went to Georgetown, navigating the crowds and perusing shops. A French bakery was offering a European tea meal; Riley looked at Leo with hopeful eyes that quickly filled with dismay at his emphatic refusal. An hour later, laden with bags from a vintage clothing shop, a sex store, and a spice-filled storefront, they decided they were hungry; Leo suggested tacos.
He took a long swallow from his bottle of beer, his gaze fixed on Riley who had a plate filled key lime shrimp, Korean BBQ, and spicy chicken tacos, along with a serving of nacho fries. She felt his gaze and looked up to smile at him before taking a healthy bite of the shrimp taco.
Her eyes widened with surprise before closing in bliss.
“Hmmmmmm, this is soooooo good, Leo! I mean, it ain’t Chinese food but still like, hella good! Thank you for suggesting this place!” she said around a mouthful of food.
“Anytime, boo,” he replied with a wink as he reached into her plate for fries covered in nacho cheese and seasoned ground beef.
“And thank you for cheering me up today. It’s the reminder I needed that the Universe is just doing what it does, and all those hiring managers are just bitches and heifers.”
Leo dragged his fork through seasoned beans and rice. “They weren’t the jobs for you,” he assured her. “YOU are smart, funny, kind, and the greatest asset any person or job can have, and the right organization will recognize that. Not to mention you’re fucking gorgeous, and do you have any idea how hot you are?”
Riley bit into the spicy chicken taco, and quickly took a sip of her Sierra Mist with lemon. She nodded at Leo. “How hot I am? Yeah, I know ... and the answer is not very.”
Leo chuckled as he shook his head. This woman.
He and Riley were the couple that were never supposed to be. Both had had extremely bad luck with love, resulting in deeply rooted trust issues; the issues were more prevalent on Riley’s end than Leo’s.
They were both ambiverts, which loosely translated meant that there was no guarantee that plans made at 10am would still be in effect at 5pm. And you couldn’t be angry about it.
Physically, neither was the other’s type. Leo was a touch too lanky and fit for the buxom Riley; for Leo, Riley had a few too many inches in height, and was a tad curvier than he was used to. They met via Tinder, and it was supposed to be a one-night stand.
But their chemistry was off the charts.
But the sex was too good.
But their pillow talk left them curious to know more about each other while fully clothed.
Long story short … she kept him wild, and he kept her safe.
Before Leo could reassure his girlfriend that she was indeed VERY hot, her eyes trained on someone at a table near the back wall; they narrowed in anger as she tossed her food onto her plate while muttering, “What the actual FUCK?”
Leo looked around puzzled, wondering WHO happened. Because with Riley, it was never a what. If he could change two things about his woman, it would be her incredible grudge-holding talents and her penchant for public confrontation.
Only one table in the far corner was occupied. A Latina, facing them, was excitedly showing off one of her purchases to her male companion; Leo squinted, determining that the girl was proudly displaying a pair of earrings.
He swung back around, a look of confusion on his face. “Who are we hating on here?”
Riley dramatically pointed her index finger at the Latina. “HER! She told me I was a SHOO-IN for that freaking job!! AND THEN WENT WITH SOMEONE ELSE!”
Leo looked even more confused. “Which job? There were five of them!”
Riley didn’t answer. She was too busy scowling at the woman across the room while alternating between shaking her fist and making symbols with her fingers.
“Babe, what are you doing?”
“Throwing gang signs!”
“DC DOESN’T HAVE GANGS!” Leo argued.
“IT DOES NOW!!”
So much for a peaceful outing and letting the Universe do its thing.
Maxwell x Penelope
“I cannot believe you right now, Pen!” Maxwell Beaumont seethed as he rubbed the heels of his hands against his closed eyes.
The Communications and Marketing Director inhaled and exhaled deeply, slowly. It was rare that anyone or anything upset Maxwell, much less angered him; but if anyone could knock him off his equilibrium, for certain it was his girlfriend, Penelope.
His girlfriend stared at him with her wide, pansy-blue eyes before quickly licking her pink-glossed lips. She ran slender, pale fingers through her black hair, then tightened the belt of her pink silk robe. Penelope outstretched her arm, her fingertips grazing the fabric of her boyfriend’s shirt; at his look of frustrated rage, she quickly pulled her hand back.
“Max,” she began in her breathy voice, “I know you’re upset with me, but I HAD to leave that godawful job! The commute sucked and who knew data entry was so … exacting? It’s a miracle I lasted as long as I did!”
By the time she finished her explanation, her hands were gesticulating wildly about, and her tone of voice had become a shriek.
Maxwell turned his back on Penelope to go into their kitchen; still hot Italian food sat on the stove, wrapped in plastic bags. He hollered at her while he began unpacking what was supposed to be a celebratory dinner for Penelope’s new job.
“IT WAS A TELEWORK POSITION! That you were LATE for BOTH DAYS you worked! And it was MAIL MERGE, NOT DATA ENTRY!” He turned to glare daggers at her. “I don’t know what’s worse, the fact you put forth entirely ZERO effort into at least TRYING to become a member of the working class, or that you lied to me the entire week about still having the damn job!”
An angry retort sprang to her lips; Penelope debated continuing the argument but thought better of it. She had known the lie would catch up with her, but she had been hoping it would have been after the dinner. Carmine’s had the most amazing food, and Penelope was in love with their broiled Lobster Oreganata, Porterhouse Pizzaiola, and pasta with meatballs and sausage.
With Maxwell’s back facing her, Penelope quietly tiptoed into the kitchen, trying to neither be seen nor heard. She peered over her potentially ex-boyfriend's shoulder, salivating at the sight and smells of containers filled with pastas, meats, and sauces.
Maxwell felt his girlfriend’s eyes on him and exhaled a silent breath. He should have known from their first meeting that Penelope was not relationship material.
They met at 9:30am on the elevator at the office building Max worked in; it was Penelope’s first day at a company occupying the entire third floor. At 11am, Max was back on the elevator hellbent on a Starbucks run; the elevator stopped at the third floor and Penelope entered, her blue eyes filled with tears.
She had been let go from her new job in less than 90 minutes.
Max was a sucker for a damsel in distress. He dried Penelope’s tears, treated her to a coffee, and offered to take her out on a date. That had been over two years ago, and if the woman had worked a cumulative 40-hour work week since, he knew nothing about it.
He had asked the gang if their companies were hiring; Liam laughed so hard, his drink came out of his nose. Riley, who worked with Max, rolled her eyes as she muttered, “You already know.” Everyone else shook their heads vigorously.
For a brief period, he had even let her be a stay-at-home girlfriend, but that definitely didn’t work out; Penelope couldn’t cook and had no concept of housekeeping. He had to pull from his savings to replace his wardrobe when she tossed his lights, darks and half a bottle of bleach into the washing machine. She was asleep when he left for work, and asleep when he returned home.
Irresponsible was too inadequate of a word to describe his girlfriend. She was a money pit in addition to being careless, thoughtless, and an emotional vampire.
But Maxwell Beaumont loved Penelope Ebrim. She could be sweet, buying him small gifts that brought a smile to his face. She mixed mean cocktails, had a killer sense of humor, and was a terrific dancer. She just needed to find her way.
Apparently, God had chosen Max to help her do so.
“Pen, you have GOT to find and keep a job!” Max stated in a firm tone that brooked no argument as he prepared her a plate of lobster, pasta with garlic and oil, and shrimp parmigiana.
When Penelope saw Maxwell piling a plate with Italian yumminess, she had moved to the cabinets to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. She was setting them on the dinette table as she debated coming clean in her reply.
“I may have found something; I’m supposed to have an interview Monday.”
Max set the serving spoon down as be swung his head to look at his girlfriend in surprise. “Why didn’t you tell me this?”
“I was waiting until afterwards so I could surprise you!” Penelope crowed happily.
“Well, where? With who?” Max’s smile covered his entire face as he resumed plating food.
Maybe things were looking up.
Penelope expertly removed the wine bottle’s cork and began pouring sparkling merlot into the glasses.
“The interview is at The Greene Turtle, and it’s with a temp agency called Daddy’s Little Girl. Basically, I would be having lunches and meetings at hotels with older men for an hourly rate.”
Maxwell had plates in both hands, which he slowly lowered onto the kitchen counter; his every movement displayed his disbelief. There was no way his girlfriend had applied for a job as an escort.
No.Way.
“You’re going to be a prostitute?” he choked out.
Penelope had just taken her seat. She looked up at Maxwell in horror at his words.
“NO!! Why would you say THAT? How could you even THINK THAT of me??’ It’s like lunch meetings or something!”
“NAKED LUNCH! Pen, NO ONE is paying a woman … a PRETTY WOMAN … to just “have lunch”!! And meetings in HOTEL ROOMS? What the ACTUAL fuck?”
“It’s working lunches, sometimes dinners, with out-of-town business entrepreneurs who need someone to take dictation!”
Max’s face dropped into his open palm.
“The going rate is $150 an hour! I was told with my looks and appearance, I could be in huge demand,” Penelope argued.
“WHEN DID THEY SEE YOU?” Max yelled as he threateningly shook a plastic spatula in Penelope’s direction.
“I saw the ad on Craigslist and called the number in the listing, then did a Zoom with the manager.”
Maxwell Beaumont stared at his girlfriend for a long, silent moment before exiting the kitchen and heading for their bedroom.
“MAX! Where are you going??”
“To have a talk with God.”
Penelope stared at his retreating back with a furrowed brow before shrugging and rising to fetch her dinner.
“Tell Him I said heyyyy.”
Max’s response was to slam the bedroom door.
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DYED HANDS | KSJ
a/n: In honor of dyeing my hair, and the process being absolutely terrible, I bring a Jin fic of his famous diy purple hair...cause it was just tew iconic, and I want to go back to that time respectfully. per usual, stay gold⁷ -miri
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SeokJin wouldn't lie and say he wasn't upset when the company told him strictly that he couldn't dye his hair. He thought that this was just completely unfair, and subjugating.
Until, his sweet, yet mischievous lover had stopped by his hotel room one night, with two drugstore bags in hand. Curious, SeokJin watched as you placed them on the desk, smiling brightly.
"I know you just told me your managers said you couldn't dye your hair and all....but it so happens that I may have accidentally bought hair dye anyway." You stated, rummaging through the bag, pulling out four boxes of purple dye.
SeokJin couldn't help but stare in disbelief. Even though he was strictly forbidden to do anything to his hair, (not even the hair stylist wanted to fall in the wrath of the company) here his wonderful companion stood, boxes in hand waiting patiently.
"What color?" He asked and you smiled, "purple! for Army, duh!" you chirped, walking to the hotel bathroom, not needing to turn around to know SeokJin was following behind. "Right but, why so many boxes?" He asked a moment later, watching as you started to mix the dye in the bottles it came with.
"I thought it was obvious, I'm dyeing my hair too! you really think I wouldn't match with you? We do it every time. Am I the best, or am I the best?!" You asked, rhetorically, shaking two of the bottles, glancing at SeokJin through the mirror.
"yeah, you're the best...but I might actually get in trouble if I dye my hair" he muttered, his plump lips jutting out slightly, and you had almost wanted to kiss the pout off his face, instead you snorted in amusement.
"Says you, you cut your own bangs two months ago! and they were crooked! this is not as bad as that. And what can they really do about it, fire you?" He stared at you, as you wore a smug look.
Mumbling to himself, he slid the set of gloves that came with the dye, on. "Hand me the dye." He stuck his covered hand out, gripping the bottle as you handed it to him.
"See, now that's what I like to see! your hair, your choice!" you cheered him on, watching intently as he squeezed the bottle on top of his head, smearing it in with his gloved hand.
After what seemed like a while, you both sat in the bathtub, waiting patiently till it was time to rinse your hair out. "...what's the time at, Jinnie?" you asked, looking at him, your back sore from leaning against the hard tub.
"ERM...what timer?" He asked, turning to face you, eyebrow raised. You smiled tightly, "you know? the timer I TOLD YOU TO PUT ON! you want our hair to fall out!?"
Quickly the both of you scrambled out the tub, SeokJin turning the water on, ducking his head into the water that gushed out from the faucet. "I can't afford to lose my hair! not yet - it's not time!"
You gasped, hitting his arm, "oh so you wouldn't mind me being bald then?!" You can see his shoulders move in a shrugging motion, and you scoffed, "wow thanks..." you sat on the edge, waiting for your turn, humming a soft tune.
"a-Ah Help Me! BABY HELP ME IT GOT IN MY EYE!" SeokJin yelled out in pain, and you jumped up scrambling to help him with a towel in hand.
"So...." you trailed off, as both of you stared in the mirror, purple hair blotchy. "for how long we kept it in, I thought it would at least keep its color." you decided on saying because really, the blotchiness was just unnecessary.
"Long-Lasting my ass! this is coming off in a week." SeokJin muttered, throwing a towel over his hair, trying to dry it off as best he could. You followed suit, shrugging mindlessly.
"at least your hands are a cute purple !" You noted, looking down at yours as well- and yep, also dyed purple. You heard him groan from beside you, "Just great! You know how long this will take to fade? just great!"
You snickered, earning a look from him, but honestly, it was funny to you. "cheer up, baby...it's really not bad, it's cute!" hoping it would cheer him up, even if it was just slightly.
"this is not cute! I think the dye job is punishment enough. SeokJin....just," the manager waved his hand in front of him, "go. it wouldn't hurt for you or the boys to listen once in a while. As for you,"
he then pointed towards you, and you feigned Innocence, "I can't say anything to you- stop provoking Seokjin's ideas! I get you guys want to do couple matching things, but please, let's not mess with his looks."
you nodded, knowing this would happen again anyways, it always did, and he knew it too. "yes sir, I'll make sure to get matching shirts next time. wouldn't that be cute, Jinnie? matching shirts?"
Next to you SeokJin, shrugged, nodding. "I mean- yeah. maybe purple shirts would be better than our hair."
"I'll have you know you look handsome in your blotchy hair! it brings out your blotchy skin tone." you stated, to which he nodded, holding his chest, "thank you sweetheart that means a lot to me. The blotchy hair really brings out your uneven layers."
you gasp covering it with a laugh, "hah! you're so cute! I just love you!!" His windshield wiper laugh filled the room, as he brought you closer to him, placing a kiss on your nose, "i love you too...even though half the time i get scolded because of you."
"partners in crime. it's a mutual thing, really."
#kim seokjin#bts#bts fanfic#bts x reader#bts fluff#fluff#seokjin#kim seokjin fluff#jin#bts jin#soft fic
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Day One - A Night Children AU One-shot
Tag List: @phoenixriaartemis @anja-the-sane-sibling @simplycreatorjo @miraimeity @sparklingdiva678 @punsandquips @lyna-possibility @32nder @libralelia @luvvy-star @caitlynnrosespn @generalakuma @anonymous-gremlin @mightnightmooon @delphinus-dancer @mudpuddlenl
Summary - Today's the first day of the rest of Jack's life. So what's his choice?
Content Warning - implied physical abuse/torture
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Everything hurts. A pounding throb is threatening to tear my head apart while my limbs ache, every muscle feels over-stretched, and I’m pretty close to just slipping back into unconsciousness. Something itches though, at the base of my brain, something pushing me to stand and look. I have no idea at what.
It takes some time to drag myself up, every muscle crying out in overworked agony. With a stretch, my joints crack and pop back into place, releasing pressure I had no idea I’d been carrying and drawing from me a long sigh of relief.
You’d think standing would be easier now that I’m sat up. You’d think. Not even halfway up, my head reels, swirling worse than a snow-globe. Everything’s spinning around me and I land heavily back on the bed. I think I might be sick.
I don’t know what happened. I vaguely remember my friends, there was dancing, but after that there’s nothing. No faces, no names, not even a vague feeling in any direction. Just a great blank slate where my memories should be and the more I look at it, the more my head hurts. It takes a minute or two but I finally manage to stand. My balance is still off and I stumble into my dresser which isn’t fun, and all thoughts leave my head when I catch sight of myself in the mirror.
At least I think that’s me. Same pale complexion, stellar cheekbones, striking jawline, but that’s not my hair. I’ve had the same hair my whole life, short, red, gently styled. Easy to maintain and iconic; but the hair in the mirror is an inch shorter, and black. Well except for a small pink streak near the top of my head.
I reach for it in shock, barely believing as my reflection does the same. What the-?
“You’re awake.”
The sudden voice scares me near shitless. My knees thud against the dresser but I don’t have time to feel the smack, turning to see Wanderlust standing a short way away. At least I think it’s Wanderlust. He looks taller; his clothes and his crown are darker, more twisted. Over his shoulders is a feathered cape that can only mean one thing. Mother.
“What happened to you!” I blurt, but he doesn’t even blink.
“What do you remember?” he asks.
“Nothing. I-”
Wait.
Cold. I remember being cold. I don’t remember what happened to my blazer, but my shirt was torn and damp and I was littered in cuts and bruises. I look down at my chest. My smart shirt isn’t torn. It’s purple and neatly pressed and fits me perfectly. As ever it’s good at hiding Mother’s sins.
A hollow ache blossoms in my chest. I’d been alone. Restrained and locked away. Never mind days it had to have been weeks. Had anyone even realised I was missing? Did anyone care?
I start to cough, hacking and spluttering; desperately trying to catch my breath as my chest spasms over and over. My stomach twists, wrenching violently as I drop to one knee, trying and failing to catch myself against the dresser.
I’m going to be sick, or I would if there was anything in my stomach. For a few minutes I’m retching as my body tries and fails to eject something, anything from my mouth. When was the last time I ate something?
Then comfort floods me as something warm comes in beside me. An arm wraps around my shoulder and pulls me in. I look up. Wanderlust holds me, his grip firm and strong as he pulls me close, gently hushing me. The ache in my chest fades to a dull pain.
I remember.
Wanderlust was the one who found me. Walked right in with a new smile, some new clothes, and quiet promises to keep me safe. I’d flinched away but he didn’t care.
‘Trust me.’ he’d said. The two dumbest words I’d ever heard him say. Of course I trust him.
Wanderlust moves to stand, pulling me up with him and without thought, I follow his lead. I hold tight as I try to get my legs to take my own weight. I’m not ready to let him go; he’s so warm. His fingertips drag along my forearm, sending goosebumps dancing across my skin and I think he knows what he’s doing because his lips are quirked in such a shit-eating smile. I just might melt in that smile. Gradually, he drags them towards my hand, taking it and interlocking our fingers, holding tight.
My head is swimming as we stand there; he’s holding my hand up, while the other has dropped to my back, holding me close; it’s almost like we’re dancing. As if we’d ever be allowed to stand this close.
But we are.
With a gentle twist of my fingers as he lifts my hand, Wanderlust encourages me to turn, wrapping his free arm around my waist again and pulling me back against him.
“Look at us,” he tells me.
So I look.
This can’t be us, I tell myself. The arm around my waist tightens like he’s afraid I might walk away. I should. We agreed a long time ago that we can’t be together. No one will accept us, and there’s more important things to focus on.
But look at how entwined we are. Wanderlust’s chin on my shoulder, his chest pressed firm against my back, his arms tight around me. His lips brush against my cheek as he presses a soft kiss and I can’t help but drown a little.
How many times have I let go for the greater good? For the sake of safety or sacrifice? Don’t I deserve this? Don’t I deserve to be happy?
“What do you think?” There’s a sly smile on Wanderlust’s lips as his reflection pins me with an unyielding gaze.
I stare at us. At my hair. At his crown. In his eyes. My eyes flit to every point of contact; like a drink of cool water after hours in the hot sun, it’s all too much and not enough. I push myself back into his hold, and Wanderlust pulls me closer. He’s only too happy to give me what I want. Finally.
“Perfect.”
#Just Dance 2024#Jack Rose#jd Jack Rose#jd Jack Swan#jd Wanderlust#Night Children AU#NCAU#Jacklust#Wanderrose
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Role Play - Lady Gaga x fem!reader
Role Play – Lady Gaga
pairing: Lady Gaga x fem!reader
warning: smut, mommy kink, name-calling (bunny), sex toys (r receiving), breast play (r receiving), role play (kinda), i think that's it
summary: You are attending a theme party Stefani seems to quite like her role and sticks to it, teasing you all night. When you get home, she still stays in character...
word count: 2.3k
A theme party. You weren’t particularly a fan of them, sure, you liked to dress up in a suit or dress, but the theme “Iconic animated characters” didn’t particularly scream evening attire.
The topic of who you were going to dress up as was settled with the delivery of the invitation from none other than Stefani’s friend Donatella Versace, you saw the theme and immediately knew what you and your girlfriend, Stefani were going to dress up as. You see, when she spent the first night at your place, you had watched ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’ and since then it was your go-to and comfort movie, when you didn’t know what to watch, you’d be watching this movie.
Not to mention the fact that each of you did carry at least a part of a specific character’s traits. Stefani carried the compassion and selflessness that Jessica Rabbit carried, and just as the redhead had proved herself to be, Stefani and Jessica were incredible seductresses. You, on the contrary, were goofy, talkative, and sometimes a bit childlike, your diagnosed ADHD matching with the hyperactive behavior of the redhead’s husband, Roger Rabbit.
“What is it, baby. You’ve been a bit off track today.” Stefani asked you as you were laying on the couch, finishing some work on your laptop, Stefani had been answering some emails as well but now her laptop was laying closed on the coffee table. “It’s nothing, my love, really.” You waved it off, hoping she wouldn’t ask further. “Is it because of the party? We can still cancel if you want.” She offers, squeezing your leg.
You close your laptop as well, setting it down on the coffee table next to Stefani’s MacBook.
“No, no, we’re going, we already accepted the invitation. I just don’t like costumes, I guess, Halloween really was always just putting on a witch hat for me.” You replied, you were never a fan of events where you had to dress up in stupid costumes, you weren’t from the US, and in Europe Halloween wasn’t that big of a deal, carnival also never happened to be your thing.
Stefani had climbed into your lap by now and her arms were resting around your neck. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to do something that makes you uncomfortable.” She checks in. You always admired how she made sure you were comfortable in almost every situation. You smiled at her. “I’m sure, every experiences are learning experiences.” You replied as your hands stoke her waist. She smiled back at you.
“I love you.” She told you. “I love you more.” You replied and kissed her softly.
You couldn’t help your mouth falling open when Stefani entered your shared bedroom, coming out of the bathroom attached to it, the stunning red dress that Alexandre Vauthier had custom-made for her hugged her body perfectly, the purple gloves looked stunning and the red nine-inch heels made her taller than you. Your eyes traveled up her body until you were met with her face, she had her signature smirk, dark red lipstick made her lips appear more kissable than ever and the purple eye shadow made her eyes stand out. And oh how she rocked that red hair. Even though it was a wig, it looked so natural, if you didn’t know it was a wig, you’d never suspect it was one.
You were almost done as well, Stefani had tinted your short hair red the night before, and you wore rabbit ears on your head. A white long-sleeved shirt was tugged into some red dungarees, a blue bow-tie with yellow dots was hanging loosely around your neck as you were seated on the bed, tying your white Oxford’s, a pair of yellow gloves laying beside you.
Stefani chuckled, she knew what this outfit was going to do to you, and you did as well, but you didn’t expect it to do that much to you. She looked hot, hotter than hot. You wanted to pin her to the next wall if you were being honest.
You couldn’t do anything but stare at her as she walked over to you, seductively swaying her hips as she did so. She came to a halt between your legs where she placed a glove-covered finger under your chin, lifting your head to meet her eyes.
“Cat caught your tongue?” She husked and you swallowed hard. She chuckled again and you found your voice again. “You look hot.” You managed to breathe out. She took one string of your dungarees and gently tugged at the, having you stand up. A small smile formed on her lips when she looked down at you. Her hands found your bow tie and she started tying it, her eyes never leaving yours.
The attire seemed to give her some confidence she seemed a tad more dominant than normally, but you couldn’t care less about that. You liked it when she took on the dominant part for a night. At work, she was always in charge of everyone, so when she came home, she wanted to be a bit submissive, and when she wanted you to slip into the submissive role for a night or so, you were happy to as you were a switch.
She leaned down the slightest bit, her lips ghosting over yours, you didn’t hesitate a second and smashed your lips onto hers. You knew you had just ruined her lipstick and so did she, but neither of you seemed to mind. One of her hands found your neck and she dominated the kiss, she made sure, that if you didn’t already know, to show you who was in charge tonight. She bit your bottom lip and slowly pulled away, while you cached your breath, she made sure to get the transferred lipstick off your face.
“Let’s go, Honey Bunny.” She said once she fixed her lipstick as well. You were in trance seeing your girlfriend like this. You wondered how you were going to survive tonight.
The whole car ride she had her hand on your thigh, the sexual tension was almost unbearable. If you didn’t have to attend this party, you would ask her to take you right there and then.
The location was glamorous, sparkles everywhere, and everything looked more than very expensive. The car stopped and the driver opened the door for you. You got out first and helped Stefani out of the car before linking your arms together and walking inside the location over a dark red carpet. Of course, the place was swarmed by paparazzi, it always was when famous people hosted a party. You posed for a minute before eventually heading inside.
When you entered there were people all over the place, you could see someone dressed as Peter Pan, Wendy Darling next to him, apparently, you weren’t the only ones who decided to do a couples costume. You saw the coyote from Looney Tunes as well as Tweety, Harley Quinn, and the Joker chatting with Batman. As much as you hated to admit it, it was not so bad after all.
Donatella was standing at the door you had just entered through, a good place if you’re the host and have to greet your guests. She greeted you and you talked for a minute before she had to greet the next guests, Bugs Bunny and Lola Bunny, it was almost like a masked ball, it was hard to figure out who was who.
A waiter walked by and you grabbed two champagne flutes from the tablet, handing one to Stefani. “Now I’d know that Roger Rabbit everywhere.” A voice addressed you from behind, you turned around in surprise, and your surprised expression widened, even more, when you saw a pink panther standing behind you. “Oh my God, Sebastian!” You laughed, you didn’t know that your brother was invited to the party as well. You gave him a hug and so did Stefani. “You look good, Y/n. You too Stefani.” He complimented the both of you. “Thank you.” Stefani smiled in reply but you couldn’t help but crack a joke. “You look pink.” The three of you laughed again.
You talked with Sebastian for a while before walking around to talk to some other guests. Turns out Batman was Ben Affleck. How creative, you thought. Well, Jared Leto wasn’t really creative either. He was the one dressed as Joker.
About four hours later, Stefani and you were both pretty tipsy, and whenever Stefani was tipsy or intoxicated, she got handsy and started to tease and touch you in places that she knew drove you crazy. You were getting turned on, even more, her appearance alone had you turned on generally but the teasing touches made it harder and harder for you to resist.
Right now, you were on the dance floor, dancing up close to the almost club-like music. At some point, you just gave in, unable to resist anymore and you kissed her deeply, passionately, and hungrily. She kissed back with just as much passion and hunger and you were almost eating each other’s faces. Something inside of her must have clicked and she pulled away. “Patience, Honey Bunny. You’ll have Mommy all to yourself when we get home.” You blushed furiously, at her words. She never referred to her as ‘mommy’ she was really playing this role well and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it.
An hour later you finally lost your patience, you left the party, you were not the first to leave, and called her driver to get the two of you home. As soon as the door closed behind you when you entered your shared home, she pressed you against the door. “You did so good for mommy out there today, so patient.” She whispered as she pinned your hands above your head, attacking your neck.
You couldn’t help but moan in response, she was so hot like this, you had never dared to imagine this side of her, taking control like this, it was entirely new to you. And it was thrilling.
“Mommy is going to take care of you tonight, she’ll make you feel good over and over.” She husked and finally kissed your lips, she let go of your hands and you started roaming her body, wanting her as close as possible. She led you to your bedroom and made you undress before her while she watched. She put on a show taking her clothes away as well, the red wig was left on, while gloves and heels went away.
You wanted her so bad and at this point, she hadn’t even touched you. “Please.” You whimpered as she hovered on top of you, having you squirm under her gaze. “Please what, honey, I need more words.” She teased you further. “Please fuck me.” You managed to get out. “There it is, honey. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” She asked as she kissed down your throat and left marks on your chest.
She teases you further, stimulating your nipples rather than your core, but you are a moaning mess nonetheless and when she grinds into you you release a pornographic moan. “I wonder if mommy can make you cum without touching you down there. Shall we try that?” She questioned but didn’t receive an answer from you other than another moan at the vibrations her words had caused around your nipple.
She took your moan as a yes and started to give your chest more attention, stimulating you by rolling one of your nipples between her fingers while her lips wrap around the other. She gently bites down on your nipple and you moan at the pleasure you were experiencing. Your moans grew louder and louder in pitch and you eventually released when she bit down on your nipple again.
“You’re such a good bunny for mommy. I’m gonna reward you for cumming without me touching your pretty little pussy.” She husked and reached into the drawer of the nightstand, taking out some silk restraints.
“Hands up, honey.” She ordered and obeyed easily, letting her tie your hands to the headboard. “Is that too tight?” She asked, and you recognized your Stefani and how she made sure you were alright. “No, it’s perfect.” You replied. “May mommy tie your feet too?” She asked and you just nodded.
Once your feet were tied to the bed posts, she grabbed a vibrator from the nightstand. Your eyes lit up when you saw the toy in her hands and heat rushed to your core once again. “So wet for mommy, honey. And I didn’t even touch you here.” She smirked and finally cupped your center. You gasped at the contact and your eyes squeezed shut. “Look at me, baby.” She prompted and you opened your eyes again, meeting hers.
She dragged her fingers through your folds and you were moaning once again. You heard the vibrator being turned on and seconds later it touched your clit, your hips jolting upwards. She slipped the toy inside of you and you moaned louder at the constant vibrations inside your core. Stefani kissed down your stomach and eventually started to eat you out. You were nearing one of your biggest orgasms, hips chasing her lips and almost screaming in pleasure. “I’m gonna explode.” You managed to get out between moans and pants before your second orgasm came crashing into you.
Stefani set the vibrator on a lower setting and helped you ride out your orgasm. “You did so well, bunny. But I’m not done yet.” She husked, damn was she a seductress, and damn was this going to be one heck of a night.
#lady gaga#lady gaga x reader#roger rabbit#jessica rabbit#costume#lady gaga smut#wlw#gxg#lesbian#biseuxal
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GBF
(Someone told me their idea of ‘yandere seemingly gay guy x fem reader who thinks they’re their bestie,’ and I foamed at the mouth. Anon I wanna kiss u on the mouth.
This is a Yan Vil x Fem Reader story, so proceed w caution!!! Some details may not be canon, so plz don’t yell at me, I’ll throw up.
TW: !!!noncon/dubcon!!!, !mistaken sexuality!, !reader is like ?? but ur gay and Vil is like ‘lemme show u that I’m not’, Vil is a meangirl as usual, unsafe sex!, need to express that he’s straight!, slight manhandling that is seemingly OOC, kinda dacryphilia, D/S kind of relationship, use of the word master, drugging!, hand on neck action, etc..
Please proceed with caution!)
“-So I asked him if the extension was necessary, and he told me that because I was a distraction, he couldn’t get his part of the project completed. Can you believe that??? He’s blaming me for wanting to do the project in the same room, rather than separately, just in case he needed help! How rude!” You puff your cheeks indignantly, painting your nondominant hand a royal purple, matching Vil’s iconic look.
Vil gives an airy chuckle, he’s currently styling his hair into his normal updo, making sure his braids are even on both sides of his head, “I don’t think he means it in the way you think, darling. I believe he’s insinuating that he finds you… endearing. Perhaps he has a crush on you?” The blond is gritting his teeth at that idea. No one deserves to have you (besides him of course)! This disgusting boy who happens to be your partner needs to be reminded of his place.
Whilst your best friend is brewing in his growing anger, you think about the situation thoughtfully. He may be right, your lab partner may have a crush on you! He wouldn’t be the first to, but he’s quite unkempt. Idia doesn’t practice self care, and that’s a big ick to you, “Hmm, maybe. But, hopefully not! While he may be nice, he’s not my type.”
That catches Vil’s attention. You always say they’re ‘not your type,’ but you have yet to disclose what is!
“I see,” He joins you at his coffee table that you’re currently sitting at, daintily setting himself down on the seat next to you, “Now, be honest with me; what man- scratch that- boy is your type? I’ve grown curious about who you may fancy.”
You feel your face grow hot, eyes glued to your newly painted nails. You can’t possibly tell him about your crush on his guy best friend! That would be overstepping soooo many boundaries, so you need to think of someone other than Rook!
“It’s too embarrassing, I don’t want to say,” The slight tremor in your voice catches his attention right away. Who could you possibly be thinking about to make you so flustered?
“Oh, don’t be shy. I’m your best friend, you can tell me anything,” He drawls, grabbing your hands and inspecting your paint job. You did quite a good job, and he gives a small smirk of approval.
“Well… you have to promise to not be mad,” He raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Who could it possibly be?
“Darling, as long as you don’t say the name ‘Crowley,’ I promise I won’t be.”
That draws a giggle from your perfect lips, body shaking with laughter. That was certainly unexpected, but what else do you expect from your best friend? He’s quite hilarious when he’s comfortable with you.
“No, no! I’m not into men like that,” You stick your tongue out at him teasingly, “He’s way too old, he reminds me of a grandpa.”
He cracks a smile, his dark lipstick contrasting perfectly with his white teeth, “That’s fair, but no changing the subject. Now I’m even more curious as to who you like.”
You grumble for a few moments, before deciding to be honest, “Well, you know him, first and foremost. He’s blond,” Vil visibly perks up, “He’s funny, quite strange, and takes very good care of himself.”
You must be talking about him! Though, that strange comment hurts a little bit, he’s willing to look past it if it means he can have you, “I think I know who you’re talking about,” Vil states smugly, a practically dazzling smile on his perfect face, “I’m not mad at all about it, I’m actually quite happy. It must’ve taken a lot out of you to confess like this.”
Nodding, you give his hands a small squeeze, “I’m so happy you’re not mad! I was so worried you would be!”
“Not at all,” He releases one of your hands in favour of moving some stray hairs out of your face, “I’m so glad you feel the same.”
This causes your heart to practically explode in your chest! Rook feels the same?!
“Really? He feels the same way?” Instead of answering you, Vil presses a perfect kiss print against your cheek, surprising you, “Uhhhh, what?”
He smiles at you, eyes practically glimmering like the glitter on his eyelids, “Oh, how long I’ve waited for you to confess. I’ve liked you since the day you asked for blending techniques, fairest.”
Hold on- did Vil think that you like him?! And did he like you back?! Isn’t he gay?! And did he just admit that you’re the fairest of them all?! What the fuck is happening?!
You shrink back, gulping due to your nerves, “I-I think there’s been some confusion,” His smile noticeably becomes tight, eyes staring into you like a great white’s, “I like Rook… I like him a lot. I should’ve been more specific, I’m sorry. But, I’m also really confused right now.”
“What could you possibly be confused about?” The way he speaks through gritted teeth scares you, especially with how tight the grip on your hand has become. Is he trying to break your hand?
“Aren’t you, uhm,” You pause for a second, trying to come up with the right words, but find none, “Aren’t you gay? I-I thought you liked men this entire time!”
He stares at you for a long moment, before bursting out into uncharacteristically loud laughter. Vil can’t believe it- you thought he was gay? Oh dear, that sure complicated things, “Oh no, I’m most definitely not. Whilst it’s okay to be gay, I am not. I love women,” He leans in close, eyes shining in pure, unadulterated love, “And let there be no mistake; I love you.”
A nervous sweat breaks out on your skin, as you realise how many boundaries you’d inadvertently pushed, “Wait, hold on; does this mean that you’ve,” Your heart stutters in your chest, “You’ve watched me change and-“
“Yes, and I won’t apologise for doing so. You never asked, darling, so you can’t blame a man for watching the love of his life in the nude.”
This entire situation is too hard for you to handle, “I can’t believe it- you broke my trust! I-I did all of these things under the-“
“Ah, ah, ah, that’s not fair. You assumed that I was gay, if anything, I should be the one who’s offended,” His grip somehow becomes tighter, long, perfectly manicured nails digging into your skin, “And on top of that, it turns out you’re foolishly in love with my other best friend.”
The way his shadow suddenly looms over yours causes you to twitch in mild fear, his voice sounding icy like his stare, “I can’t help that I like him! And how could I not assume?! You never explicitly stated any interest in women, but you are always obsessed over other men’s looks! What was I supposed to think?”
“Tch, you’re lucky I love you, (First name). If I didn’t, I would post a smear campaign against you online, because of these allegations,” Oh, that was a thinly veiled threat. You’re so close to pissing yourself in fear, it’s not even funny.
“I-what- are you threatening me?”
“Not at all, I'm just stating my feelings on the matter,” He smirks, suddenly releasing your hand, in favour of inspecting the nail polish you’re currently using, “Now that that’s out of the way, I’ll finish your dominant hand for you. You know how much I hate sloppily done manicures.”
Your mouth is wide open, disbelief encasing your entire being, “What?! You-you can’t just-“
“Shh,” He silences you with ease, his shark eyes shining in barely concealed delight, “I can just do that, fairest. Who would believe you? Hmm? You’re just a pretty girl against a social media tycoon.”
Your lip wobbles at his softly spoken, but stabbing words. He’s right, you know he is, but it still doesn’t stop a sinking feeling from forming within your chest. You want to scream, cuss, spit, pull his perfectly done hair from his head… but you can’t. Even when he threatens you, you can’t help but think about the times he was a good friend. Before… all of this, which makes it hurt even more.
“So, you’re going to be a good girl, and let me finish your manicure. You know I hate it when a beauty regimen is half done,” Without waiting for your response, he carefully unscrews the royal purple nail polish with one hand, and begins to meticulously apply it to your perfectly filed nails.
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You hate to say it, but the blond is amazing when it comes to anything beauty related.
It’d taken a very long (and tense on your part) hour for your nails to be ‘done,’ leaving Vil to bask in your, understandably, uncomfortable presence.
The need to leave continues to rise, but you’re unsure how to go about saying goodbye. Normally, you wouldn’t leave until Vil finished his nightly routine, the male gently shooing you under the guise of him needing his ‘beauty sleep.’
But, today it was completely different. It was only 6 in the evening, and you were ready to run as far away as you can from his expensive flat.
Maybe if you left and ghosted him, he’d leave you alone… that’s what you hope, anyway,
But who are you kidding? The blond would probably make a very public post about you being lovers or something, forcing you to come back into his clutches without the need for physical violence.
And, if that didn’t work, he’d send Rook to drag you back to him.
You’re so deep within your own thoughts, that you don’t notice the blond making dinner, much less finishing it, and plating the (healthy meal of choice). He sets the dish in front of you, expecting your usual praise. But, when he notices your glossy eyes staring off into nothing, he snaps his fingers, immediately gaining your attention.
“(Your name), darling, are you alright? If you continue to day dream, I can’t promise that your food will be fresh when you get to it,” He sets his own plate down at the seat beside you, gracefully sitting down, and placing a napkin on his lap.
You nod at him, eyes fixating on the food in front of you, “Yeah, I’m good. Just thinking.”
His sharp eyes are on you in an instant, watching as you fiddle with your utensils.
“What could you be thinking about in that cute brain of yours?” He (pushes your hair out of your face/pulls your chin in his direction) with two fingers, allowing you to view him with ease.
“I’m just… in shock. I didn’t realise that you’re not… you know-“
Sighing in slight annoyance, Vil stares at you with dull eyes, “When will you drop this?” His sharp words cause you to flinch, not expecting his slightly elevated volume, “I am not a gay man, I am straight. I will always love women romantically, I will never view men in that same regard,” He grabs your hand in a tight grip, “I am also helplessly infatuated with you, and there’s nothing you can do to make me feel otherwise. Now, do you feel assured of my true feelings? I promise that I am not toying with you, and I genuinely want to pursue a relationship with you.”
You try to pull your hand away, but his grip remains strong. The intensity of his stare is enough to make you avert your eyes, “That's the problem; I don’t want a relationship with you. I no longer trust you-“
He releases your hand, in favour of gripping at your thigh. Vil’s nails dig into your flesh and muscle, causing you to yelp in mild pain, your own hand grabbing at his to try to ease his grip, “Eat. Your. Food. I don’t want to hear the hurtful things you’re about to say.”
When you don’t immediately begin to eat, he gives another squeeze. Glaring, you shove his hand off of you, causing him to scratch your smooth skin, but you don’t care, “I’m not hungry! I want to go home-“
Vil stands up suddenly, scaring you. He marches to the fridge, forcing it open, and grabbing a large cup filled with a pink smoothie. Slamming the icebox closed, he rushes at you, face unreadable but eyes flashing with anger. Placing the smoothie in front of you, he crossed his arms, looking at you expectantly.
“Fine, if you’re not hungry, at least drink this smoothie. It’s filled with vitamins and minerals, along with a potion to make your skin clear and glowy.”
You look at him, before looking back at the smoothie, “I don’t want it. I just told you; I want to go home. Hell, maybe I’ll go see Rook-“
“You will do no such thing,” He hisses, pushing the drink closer to you, “Drink the smoothie, or else I’ll do something you won’t like.”
You swallow harshly, eyeing the drink. With a shaky hand, you grab the cold glass, before taking a large sip. It’s so sugary, reminding you of the pastries Trey makes. You can’t help but gag at the overabundance of sweetness, setting the glass down on the countertop, and pushing it away from yourself.
“Great Seven! What did you put in this?” Coughing, you try to clear your throat, eyes watering.
“Don’t be dramatic- the smoothie is good for you. Drink it all, or else I won’t let you leave.”
“You can’t keep me here, that’s unlawful imprisonment-“
“Shh, just drink,” Without warning, he picks up the smoothie, and practically pours it down your gullet. Liquid splashes down your face, as you try, and fail, to swallow all of its contents.
You’re somehow able to gulp down the majority of it, causing Vil to let up, effectively letting you breathe. You cough and splutter, leaning over the counter to try to catch your breath.
“What the fuck, Vil?! I could’ve choked!” You wipe at your mouth and chin, taking in the soiled front of your cute blouse. The pink is sure to stain ://
He says nothing, just staring down at you, as if he’s waiting for something.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?! Say something!” He grins at you, showing all of his teeth, causing a feeling of dread to settle deep within your bones, “Did-did you poison me? Oh God, am I going to die?”
Your body suddenly becomes hot, causing tears to head your eyes in fear. This is how you’re going to die!
Sobs wrack your body, as Vil all but drags you to your feet, and begins to bring you to his bedroom. Is he going to dismember your body in his en-suite bathroom? Oh no! Oh no!
Pushing you into his bathroom, he begins to unbutton your blouse, nimble fingers exposing your perfect, bra-clad chest. You try to shove at his hands, but your limbs feel like they’re made of lead. Even standing is a chore, causing you to stumble, falling into Vil’s surprisingly sturdy chest.
He clicks his tongue at your actions, but says nothing, making the experience all the more terrifying. He’s almost never quiet, which means he’s probably up to something.
“What’re you- what’re you doing? Why’re you undressing me? Are you going to cut me up?” Your teary eyed look makes his cock throb, you’re just so adorable when you’re reliant upon him.
“Not at all, I’m simply making it easier for us when you reach the next stage.”
Fat tears drip down your face and your lip trembles, “Next stage?”
He nods, the smirk on his face is domineering, crazed, even, “Yes, fairest. I know you don’t believe me when I say I’m… infatuated with you, and what better way to show you, than claiming your pretty pussy?”
You blanche, body heating up more than before, heart beating almost out of your chest. You don’t want him to, but it seems your body is thinking to you, “What did you do? What was in that?”
He loves that pleading tone, loves your pitiful reaction, and especially loves the way you tremble against him. Oh, how long he’s waited for this moment!
“Shh, don’t worry about that. All that matters is that you’ll feel good. Master will make sure of it.”
Sudden cramping in your abdomen causes you to slump into Vil bonelessly, a small cry leaving your lips. His lithe fingers dance against your hot skin, relishing the way you’re being broken down by the aphrodisiac.
You once again try to shove at him, but to no avail. You practically sink to your knees in pain, Vil loosely holding your arms as you rest your head against his hip. He’s so tall compared to you, so the only way to rest against him was quite inappropriate.
“Awe, are you alright, darling? Tell your Master what the problem is.”
A small sob is all he receives in response, causing a chilling laugh to resound around the room.
“Poor dear. Here, I’ll help you out of these pesky clothes,” Pulling you up to your feet, Vil begins to undress you. He pulls your top completely off of you, before all but ripping off your trousers. You’re left only in your bra and panties, which you try, and fail, to cover with your hands. The blond coos are your cute display, before he yanks your bra off of your chest, and shucks your panties down your legs. Slick immediately drips down your thighs, now that your panties are no longer holding it in. He used two fingers to swipe at your sensitive pussy, causing you to whine as you soak his hand in your fluids, “Does your cunny feel empty, fairest? Do you need your Master to fill you up?”
“No! Don’t- don’t touch me there! I don’t want you; I want Rook!”
Vil practically growls at your words, a sudden and mannish feeling of wrath overcoming him, as he grips your jaw in one hand, squishing your cheeks painfully, and digging his nails into your pretty skin. You whimper, as he starts to drag you to his perfectly made bed.
“Don’t say that name is my presence ever again, (Your name), I don’t have the patience for your rebellious behaviour. I am the only man who deserves you, and I won’t let him or your incorrect ideals about my sexuality get in the way of that.”
He shoves you on the bed face first, forcing your ass up into the air, your legs folded underneath you. Vil grabs a pillow from the head of the bed, shoving it under your stomach, making your back arch more than before. He shrugs his expensive robe off of his shoulders, gracefully tossing it onto the bench at the foot of his bed.
You writhe on the mattress, trying to move out of the position he forced you into, only for a harsh grip around your waist to still your movements. Your tears drip onto the silk duvet, as you sob out in both pain and betrayal, “Stop this insolence, darling. I won’t hurt a single hair on your pretty head, as long as you sit still and look pretty for me.”
He smoothes a hand over your perky ass, relishing the feeling on his soft hand. He’s waited so, so long for you to fall into his clutches, and now he doesn’t ever want to let you go.
Moving his gaze down to your dripping cunny, he can’t help but shove two manicured fingers into you. A loud keen echoes throughout the room, causing his cock to jump in his perfectly pressed trousers. Yeah, he should’ve done this the moment he realised his feelings for you.
He scissors his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, his thumb rubbing small circles over your throbbing clit. You can’t control your moans, as the pads of his fingers massage your g-spot with vigour. Your fluids drip down his hand, coating his dress shirt’s sleeve in your slick, but he can’t find it within himself to care.
You’re so out of it, that you begin to ride his fingers, ass bouncing with every rut against his pretty hand. You ground yourself against his finger tips, loving how he plays with your enlarged g-spot, wanting nothing more than to cream all over him. If he’s this good with his hands, your drugged mind can only imagine what he can do with his cock.
Vil’s in complete awe, relishing the way you’re seemingly giving into him. He should’ve given you an aphrodisiac a long time ago.
He so desperately wanted to see your face, knowing that a pretty princess like you would be drooling at his fingering skills.
You teeter so close to the edge, pussy clamping down on his nimble fingers. Your moans and cries grow louder, as he constantly abuses your g-spot, causing your legs to shake and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Yet, before you can squirt all over him, he pulls back, delivering a harsh smack to your plush ass, “I didn’t say you could cum, fairest. Only good girls are allowed to, and since you didn’t ask, I don’t think that applies to you,”
Sobbing, you grip the sheets below you, “Please, Vil! I need it! I need to cum so bad!”
He laughs at your pitiful display, before unbuttoning his dress trousers and pulling out his cock. He’s long and thin, tip flushed a pastel pink. Pre-cum practically drips from his tip, leaving small drops on both his trousers and sheets. He’s not too worried about it, though, you’ll either lick it up later or a maid will clean it.
“Hmm, I suppose I can allow it. But,” he spreads your pussy open with two fingers, taking in the perfect sight of your puffy, dripping hole, “You can only cum on my cock.”
When you don’t immediately respond, he pinches your clit between his thumb and forefinger, causing your body to jolt, a scream tumbling from your lips before you can stop it.
“You will respond when I ask you a question, (Your name). Never ignore your Master,” You nod your head rapidly, more tears dripping down your face.
“Yes, yes, I’m sorry! Please stop,” He releases you, lightly patting you on the pussy, before lining his cockhead up to your prepaired cunny.
“Good, darling. Now, let me show you what you do to me,” Without another word, he shoves his prick inside of you, bumping into your cervix harshly. What he didn’t have in girth, he made up for in length. Vil’s eyes practically roll to the back of his head, mouth open, face screwed up in an abnormally imperfect expression, “Fuck,” He swears, which he almost never does, “I knew your pussy would be perfect for me.”
He bucks into you ungracefully, which would have surprised you, if you weren’t so drugged up. You moan and cry, both loving and hating what he’s doing to your body. Your pussy creams around his cock, coating his cock in a milky white sheen, which the blond male looks at in awe. Using the two fingers that’s holding your cunny open, he releases one part in favour of lightly rubbing your engorged clit.
Gasping at how you grip down on him, he begins to slam into you at a decent pace. His thrusts lightly rock your body, your face still smooshed into his bed spread. His pretty moans intermingle with yours, as he continues to assault your clit and fuck into you.
Your juices drip down your thighs and onto his bedspread, cream and slick mixing together for a sinful concoction. Your g-Spot is so enlarged from the drug, that every drag of his cock has you practically convulsing.
“Vil! Vil!” He gives a breathy laugh at your sweet keening, pressing down a little harder on your pretty clit.
“Yes, fairest?” He acts coy, pretending to not understand why you’re calling out for him.
“It’s-it’s too much! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum!” Your foggy mind barely recalls his previous orders, filling the blond with pride.
“Since you asked so nicely,” He leans in close to you, the soft fabric of his blouse feeling wonderful against your heated skin, “Go ahead, darling. Cum all over your Master’s cock.”
Your body squeezes down on him harsher than before, practically milking him for everything he has. He lets out an unusually mannish grunt, spilling his seed deep inside of you, as you squirt around him. Both of your releases drip down the both of you; your bare thighs covered in delicious cream, whilst Vil’s designer trousers are completely soiled. Yet, Vil wouldn’t have it any other way.
“What a perfect darling,” He releases your pussy, in favour of wrapping an arm around your bare chest, and flipping you onto your back. Your (hair is a complete mess/drool is leaking out of your mouth), makeup completely smeared all over your face. Though Vil is always one for perfection, he can’t help but think you look better this way, “You did so well for me, (Your name). So well, in fact, I believe you deserve another release.”
You whimper, body completely boneless underneath him, “Please, please, I need you so bad. I feel so empty, Vil,” Your eyes are still teary, lips still trembling. It causes his cock to twitch.
He places a kiss to your lips, his lipstick transferring onto you very noticeably, “Call me by the correct name, fairest, and I’ll make sure you can’t move tomorrow.”
You gulp, mind screaming at you to hold your ground, but you fall victim to the drug burrowing inside of you, “Please, Master, I need you.”
With a smug grin, Vil forces your thighs open, lining his now erect cock with your cum filled pussy, “I’ll do so, with great pleasure.”
#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#vil x reader#vil shoenheit x reader#yandere vil x reader#yandere vil schoenheit
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I'VE FINALLY MADE SOME DRAWING YESSS!
AAAAH!! CLAY WHY YOUR HAIR IS SO HARD TO DRAW SKSKSKFITK?!
Anyway this is just my take on Clay Moorington. Sorry but I can't draw armor (//YEAH NAERU YOU STUPID A**)
If you ever complained about the skin, lemme tell you reason why:
1. This artist is confused about darker skin color, but he's not that bright okay actually. I'm just too lazy to draw that pic so I just put random color using Pen (Fade)-like brush.
2. This design will be the checkpoint of my NEXO KNIGHTS X PROJECT SEKAI AU. In PROSEKA, there's no chara's with darker skin, sorry. But yeah, if you want him to be drawn as your version, go on. I'm safe for your HCS.
What the main checkpoint for my Clay design is the hair color -- the correct one is on chibi on the left, and eye colors.
1. During S1 until S3, Clay's eyes color are blue, his normal and natural one.
2. After being struck by Monstrox (S4E2), his eyes color are bright lemonish yellow (Chibi on left) and Grey Knight has same color as the stone color. Oh, don't forget that his eyes are lifeless.
3. During his awakening from stone, Clay's eyes color turned into normal blue, but added with orange (?) peach (?) whatever that highlight below (Him in the middle) This is inspired by a Korean artist who drew a chibi of how Clay's eye color and they made the eyes color like that, but they made them yellow. Clay's eyes remained that color for eternity. His eyes can turned into that yellow back if he's in trauma or having panic attack or anything that made him couldn't control himself and his magic.
(I too tried to make it yellow when I put in Screen mode it turned into that color so I just kept it like that. Besides, after some Tumblr-exploring and found a post about how magic in NK works, I think this color better because orange is quite color of Knighton)
4. He wears his blue gloves back, huzzah! Also he wore pendant. Explanations more on below when I rant about N25! Clay design.
And I made a lazy chibi of Clay in NEXO KNIGHTS X PROJECT SEKAI AU. Remember that I said he'll be in N25. Well, when I still work on plot, lemme give you some designs. (Drawn with zero motivation, sorry)
Some important things about his design.
1. In PRE-3RD ANNIV -Brand New World- Clay just wore kinda suit and vest, with black and blue colored ribbon. This followed with PRE-3RD ANNIV N25 original designs (that quite bland according to me)
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2. In 3RD ANNIV and POST-3RD ANNIV -Brand New World- I put details on his design as what drawn. And I put some texture to follow the members design and added lotus flower on his robe just to follow the canon members' (As I rembered that Kanade and Mafuyu have iris flower, Ena has lily flower, Mizuki has germanium flower (?))
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3. His eyes color followed what I designed him before. During beginning S3 his eyes still blue like before, during Grey Knight his eyes turn into stone-colored (As he turned into stone) and sometimes can turn into lemonish yellow color like above. After that, his final color is the same as checkpoint that I made for him.
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4. Important things about 3RD ANNIV design:
A. His inner shirt actually have frills.
B. He wore blue pendant. At first, I don't know what type so some possibilities are tanzanite, sapphire, blue zircon, and aquamarine were the closest one. Tanzanite is meant a gemstone of transformation, symbolizes Clay's transformation in all aspects in his life. Blue zircon has a meaning to clear one's mind, symblolizes Clay's clearing mind from evil during turned into stone. Saphire symbolizes nobility, truth, sincerity, and faithfulness. Aquamarine symbolizes hapiness, hope, and everlasting youth. Yeah... You can think what type of gem that Clay uses.
C. If you saw clearly, the pendant ribbon and the veil whatever on his red shoulder had color of N25 members. The ribbon had reddish color, symbolizes Kanade's icon color. The veil had gradation of brown, purple, and pinkish color, symbolizes Ena, Mafuyu, and Mizuki.
D. He wears gloves on one side (Unlike PRE-3RD ANNIV design that he didn't use any glove, or the intial design from the first picture that he wears on both) If we follow the equality during NK stories, during S3 Clay thought it just for aesthetics. But after S4, Clay realized that it was to cover his glowing hands (IYKYK)
E. Don't forget, two garter belts on his left thighs. Just for details and accessories, no particular reason.
F. The robe he wears has gradients and textures following the N25 members design, and actually has 'cut' on his back so it's look like branched.
Wait... Okay, then that's it. I have initial HCs designs for the other Knights too and their PRSK unit clothes. I'll draw them when I have time and idea. So yeah, thank you.
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Character introduction: Dimentio
~Basic info~
Name: Dimentio
Age: ?
Birthday: ?
Hair color: Dark purple
Eye color: ?
Dimentio is a jester who claims to be the master of dimensions. For some reason, even after his alleged death, he appears in Project: SFA.
His personality appears to be exactly the same of how he was back before his death, a skillful trickster and sadistic among others still with his very colorful way of speech, except now with a deep hatred towards Mario and co. He swears that he’ll get revenge, even if the Heroes of this world aren’t the same as the ones who ruined everything.
Appearance wise… he appeared to have derived from his previous look. He’s now appears to be tall and lanky with an unnatural light purple skin tone and pointy ears, along with dark purple hair. He has another mask besides the full faced one that seems to cover part of his face now, the bottom part of his face exposed. His body is disproportionate, with some newly added details on his outfit but still maintaining his iconic jester look. (Full masked version of main reference pictured below)
For some reason, fate seemed to have… other plans for him. Princess Sweetheart found him injured one night, the last thing he remembered was laughing as the heroes caused his game to be over… The young princess appeared to somehow healed him, taking the jester in. Now he’s among the castle walls in secret, waiting for his opportunity to strike… all while playing along with the little girl.
~Power and abilities~
Dimentio after regaining his magic abilities (he loses them for a bit) appears to maintain everything he could originally do, (duplication, teleportation, invisibility etc.) but seemingly enhanced. The jester has no clue how, but why question such a gift? He also appears to have gained a few new cards to play, one being the ability to brainwash without using a Floro Sprout and instead with masks he can summon with magic that look just like his own. He can also still go into Dimension D, a dimension personally designed by him, but it appears that his ability to cross between worlds… has a new surprise.
~Relationships~
Sweetheart: “What a peculiar predicament I find myself in. First my game isn’t actually over but then the DAUGHTER of Mario and the princess helping me?!! What luck I have struck!— Oh! I’m supposed to be talking about her, no? Hm… well, she’s simply too naive for her own good. Going as far to keeping my wishes of staying hidden in the castle… Why, Ma’Cherie really thinks that she’s doing something good by helping me! She even appears to view me as… her uncle now. Ah ha ha… I cannot make her stop calling me that. Have I known previously that she didn’t understand the other meaning of uncle, I would have never muttered the word… I will bear it, for now… no matter how much it pains me… the child seems to possess a power that I cannot ignore… according to her, they’re from that brooch she always wears… I guess a magician like myself could use a new assistant! She’ll be a perfect bunny hidden away in their master’s hat, ready for showtime! I’ll make sure she stays in my grasp… I have my ways to… keep the rabbit trapped in my cage.”
Mario: “The mustached hero… seeing him waltz around as happy as ever makes me sicker than a scallywag on the rough seas… what better way of getting revenge… then to slowly make his daughter drift away from him? Ah ha ha ha ha ha!! Such an opportunity I cannot resist, you must understand~ Before destroying everything for perfect new worlds, I should have some fun to… humor myself ♪ Oh, I cannot WAIT to see the light in his eyes finally vanish!…”
Peach: “The fair lady… I’m shocked to see that she even tied the knot with the hero… the princess appears to have a lot on her mind lately… Ma’Cherie mentioned something about preparations for coronation. It appears the dear princess will soon be queen! How DIVERTING!! Her plate must be filled to the brim like patrons at an all-you-can-eat buffet! Why… it almost makes me feel bad that her daughter will be in my clutches… almost. Ah ha ha ha ha… in the end, payback is best served ice cold.”
Luigi: “The man in green… how I do weirdly miss him. Being in the castle for a while has certainly let me observe him when he visits in a more… confidential matter. Perhaps… yes… perhaps I can bring back THAT side of him… that does bring a smile to my face~ aha… ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha~….”
Bowser: “… I haven’t seen much of flailing arms since I’ve been here. Ma’Cherie mentioned some morsels of information about being ‘busy with the kids’… besides that, he seems pretty much the same. Perhaps I should sneak out of the castle and look into the creature more… I mustn’t act too hastily, the risk of getting caught before the true show’s premiere is too great… the world is filled with prying eyes, like eager reporters at the scene of the crime!”
Flame & Aqua: “Ma’Cherie talks about her prince friends often, and why, I have never heard of such kingdoms or princes before. How extensive this world seems to be! Sadly, both of them are nincompoops in their own ways… from the orange one squawking like a baby bird desperate for food… to the blue one talking nineteen to the dozen about himself!! Even so, a jester such as myself must keep them on my radar…”
Larissa: “This… ‘Larissa’ character that Ma’Cherie sometimes plays with… she’s not from this world, I can JUST sense it. She’s VERY enthralling, that girl, to be able to wield a power that allows transformation with a press of a button… As a master of masks… this ‘Larissa’ girl and this ‘Jump’ hero… aha ha ha ha ha… oh, what a… repugnant proposal I have for them…”
~Voice Claims~
Dimentio’s voice claims are Sampo Koski from Honkai: Star Rail for JP. For EN it’s this one song cover because I physically think it’s PERFECT for Dimentio it’s too good. Banger.
That’s it for Dimentio’s dedicated intro. (Finally I’m caught up with my other socials ahaha😭)
#project sfa#dimentio#peachiecure art#intro post#super mario#smb#super mario bros#dimentio spm#super paper mario#spm#art
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In honour of me having absolutely no self-control whatsoever
Here are my thoughts if there were more horses in @esta-elavaris fics, featuring Theodora and Sybil! I'll leave the names up to imagination!
Theodora Byrne
p.s. I only put the dress there because it's purple, and I can't get Theo in a purple dress out of my head, and I know it's not lilac but I love this colour
An Irish cob stallion. It would come in her life by accident. They did need a new horse, mostly for supplies, and Theo had been meaning to learn to ride better. First, she’d not be stuck with the slow horses, second she could race (and win) against James, third she would be able to go anywhere anytime. I think she’d come across it not when they’d first settled, but maybe 1 or 2 years after. They were receiving a carriage of supply, whether for their joint business or their home. The merchant lead the horse to the entrance, and made an off-hand comment about knowing a good stable if they needed horses, patting his cob’s wide neck. The supplies were being unloaded while they discussed easily. Theo found herself standing beside the horse, and startled when she felt the soft bristles of its nose on her cheek. She let it smell her, and it nuzzled into her neck, reminding her of her two beloved dogs. It struck her how similar the colours were too. She’d made her mind then, and the merchant had left with more coin and on foot.
The Irish cobs are known to be extremely gentle, yet capable horses. They are versatile, and while they generally won’t win all the races, they make incredible sturdy and remarkably comfortable companions. In my experience, some horses truly are agents of chaos. I think that would be a nice play by the universe if Theo was payed back all her chaos ten-fold in the form of a tall block of muscle that has found a way to open doors ☺️ I also was not not inspired to create an iconic duo of hair, with cobs having beautiful flowing manes and pretty feathers on their feet.
fun fact! this horse color is called a seal brown, and it love it
Also do forgive the brave vibes, I only realised later that I’d paired a fiery red head with a cob horse
Sybil
A Lusitano mare. Lusitanos are nowadays often used for dressage, though they used to be considered ideal horses for war. They are sure-footed, reliable, and have strong nerves. Lusitanos are incredibly loyal, they create strong bonds to their owners. On top of that, mares tend to have only a few humans they tolerate, and often have very strong personalities. I think a good fit for Sybil would be stubborn but love her to death, sometimes going a little too far to protect her, and be a little jealous at times. The type to request scratches and snort aggressively at someone if they interrupt their bonding time.
From what I understand of Sybil, she’d need a few weeks to really bond with her horse, but she would be absolutely delighted the first time her horse went at full speed. To feel the wind in her hair, the sun on her cheeks and the strong companion underneath her. Oh its a wonderful feeling.
BONUS the horse really didn’t like Boromir at first. I AM SORRY. I have this image in my head of Boromir saying something, Sybil deciding to walk it off, and going to her horse to brush it and think of other things - because brushing a horse is, in my opinion, one of the easiest ways to meditate - and Boromir following, only for the horse to put itself between them and paw at him. I love protective horses. And temperamental mares make the best companions with calmer riders.
Am I slowly starting to forcibly put more horses in everyting? yes. Will I apologize for wanting to share the beauty and chaos of horses? Never.
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Livia: *Walks out of Diasomnia's mirror, wearing a lilac purple sleeveless dress, pearls draped around her waist and neck along with pearl bracelets around her wrists, her hair in low pigtails held together with pearl bands*
???: LIV?!
Livia: *Looks over and smiles*
Yolan and Epel: *Stares at her shocked*
Livia: We gonna go?
Epel: S-sure!
Yolan: Let's...go...
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Lilia: Have fun!
Livia: *Waves to Lilia, wearing a dark blue dress with fake flowers on half of the chest part, pearl patterns on the other half trailing all around her dress, bow earrings in her ear and a sapphire collar like necklace around her neck*
Cater: They really dress you up huh?
Floyd: Catfish looks so shiny and cute!
Ortho: *Beams, floating beside Livia* Yeah!
Livia: *Laughs* Malleus dresses me, he picks out all my clothes and hair styles!
Cater: *Stares in shock then chuckles* You are the definition of special privileges...
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Livia: *Leaves her dorm room, wearing a yellow dress with colored in sunflower patterns around the end of it, yellow rose petals scattered just above it with a white bow around her waist decorated with bees, her hair in a half up half down bun style with a sunflower hair clip that had a bee in her hair* I'm going out!
Malleus: Take Sebek with you, Beastie!
Livia: *Beams, grabbing Sebek's hand and pulling him after her* Got it!
Sebek: *Smiles slightly, his cheeks pink* You look pretty, Lady Livia
Livia: Thank you Sebek, you're handsome as always!
Sebek: *Smiles giddily, walking after her* Thank you..
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Livia: *Pets Kai, wearing a white dress with red patterns coming from the chest part, forming roses and hibiscus flowers, her hair up in a ponytail with a red and white bow*
Leona: Why'd you bring that thing with...
Kai(Red Panda): *Chitters, looking around*
Livia: He's my familiar!
Leona: Hah..cute student, cute familiar...no wonder
Livia: *Smiles, letting Kai run off
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Livia: *Stares, wearing a sunny yellow dress, daisy flowers covering the chest part with the petals scattered around the skirt part, thorn patters reaching from her waist and downwards, pearls decorating each pattern, a yellow ribbon tied into a bow around her neck, her hair up in low buns*
Kalim: GO JAMIL!!
Livia: *Smiles, cheering Golden on*
Golden: *Grins, dunking on an RSA student*
Livia: GO BIG BROTHER!!
Silver, Sebek and Kuro: *Glares daggers at the boys staring at Livia, gripping their batons* What?
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Livia: *Walks through school, wearing a dark purple dress with silver trimmed lily flowers at the top chest part of her dress, silver trim patterns decorating the rest of her outfit forming flowers and swirls, her hair down with half of her bangs behind held back by a purple ribbon, half revealing her saintess mark, a parasol with the same design in her hands*
Ruggie: Liv~! Hey gal!
Livia: Hi Ruggie!
Ruggie: Wanna walk with me? I need someone to chat with while I run these errands!
Livia: Of course!
Ruggie: *Chuckles and walks beside her*
Livia: *Beams, talking with Ruggie*
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Livia: *Enters Octavinelle, wearing a blue dress that was sailor theme, her hair hair in curls, a little sailor hat on her head along with silk made fingerless gloves*
Azul: Liv?!
Livia: Hi Zuzu!
Jade: Oya? Livia, you look lovely
Floyd: Told ya, Catfish is like Diasomnia's little clothes model!
Azul: Well, thanks for visiting Liv, ready to talk?
Livia: Yes!
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Livia: *Leaves the Diasomnia mirror, wearing a off shoulder white dress with feathers along the waist and around the shoulder part, golden trims around the ends and near the middle, a golden necklace with a half diamond half sapphire around her neck, a white bow with golden trimming around the ends and the ribbons, around her waist, a turtle dove hair clip in her hair which was in a side bun, a few golden trims in her hair*
Ace: ...show off...
Deuce: Livia! You look very pretty!
Jack: Let me guess...Malleus?
Livia: *Nods, giggling* He refuses to let me go anywhere without looking my best!
Epel: Understandable...
Yolan: Yeah..
Huey: *Smiles at Livia, giving her a thumbs up*
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