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"look what you do to me" with ye olde cregan I BEG
worthy of you.
Cregan thinks his little brother is not worthy of a woman like you, which is why he takes the opportunity to show you that he is the one for you.
MASTERLIST
PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader / (Side) Masc!OC x Fem!Reader.
TAGS — smut (f!oral sex, p in v, praise kink, loss of virginity), mentions of cheating, mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing, OC is a terrible man, older!cregan, widower!cregan, age gap (early 20s and early 30s). If something is missing let me know!!
AUTHOR'S NOTE — first of all, a big thank you to my gorgeous @bucknastysbabe for being my beta reader and helping me edit this, ily!! i got a bit inspired by this plot and it's longer than i expected💀
Thank you Bel for sending this request because i loved writing this!! I hope you enjoy it!!🤍
WORD COUNT — 4.3k
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How cruel were the gods when they put you in his brother's arms instead of the ones you craved the most.
The first time that Lord Stark laid his eyes upon you, he felt the air leaving his lungs, and his voice being caged inside his throat. His eyes immediately widened at the beautiful sight of you, bewitched by the way you so politely greeted him, and mesmerized by the way you uttered his name. Cregan was in awe, trying to ignore the feeling in his gut and the quickened pace of his heart as he smelled the sweet scent of vanilla coming from your hair. He wondered if you were some kind of nymph, effortlessly enchanting him with a single glance.
After the loss of his wife, few were the women who managed to catch his eye. A couple of balls were made, and they all resulted in the same thing; a group of ladies following him around, showering him with shallow compliments and words that he did not wish to hear.
How lucky he felt when he saw you walking in with your father, Lord Reed, into the ballroom, and how miserable he left that night after learning you were betrothed to his young brother; Edrik, a careless young man who —according to Lord Stark— is not worthy of you. At all. He's ruthless, the opposite of a chivalrous man. Cregan knows that while you were waiting for him for dinner, he's fucking some whores in brothels and paying with gold that he would steal from Cregan's chambers. He despised him. He was ashamed of him, and his behaviour towards you. You were a lady, a delicate and sweet girl who could have found someone better.
Someone like himself, he would think.
At that moment, while you were nervously chewing your nails sitting at the small table of your chambers as you drank tea, Cregan was out there searching for his younger brother, and trying to force him back to the Winterfell castle. That very same day was supposed to be your wedding, and the groom was nowhere to be seen. You knew better than to cry, you didn't want to suffer for him anymore; so you just sat there, slowly tapping your fingertips against the delicate porcelain of the cup, staring at the crackling fireplace and thinking about something else.
At that point, you were just begging for him to be alive and well. Nothing more.
A few minutes passed when you saw Cregan entering your chambers with his grey eyes staring intensely at you as he walked inside. His heavy boots stumped against the wooden floor, prompting you to stand up a bit too quickly. You noticed the pitiful look in his eyes when he noticed you were still wearing that white wedding dress; his heart shattered for you.
“Did you find him?” you dared to speak first. Somehow, your voice came out colder than both of you expected.
“We did,” he nodded. “He was in a brothel… drunk and enjoying his last hours of freedom, as he said.” The annoyed tone of his voice was quite clear to hear as he spat every single word with rage and even shame.
Gods forgive him for this insurmountable wrath towards his kin.
“Where is he now?” The question slipped out of your lips merely out of habit.
“In his chambers, being bathed by one of the maids,” Cregan explained, unable to bear the vision of your tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. He sought to look at a place over your shoulder, just to ease the ache in his chest.
It wasn't sadness, not at all. It was ire; he knew it. It was supposed to be your special day, and your betrothed decided to ruin it, though you were not surprised.
“Is it the maid that sucks his cock every morning? Or is it the one that let him fuck her in the arse?” you mockingly mentioned, lifting the cup of tea and sipping it slowly. The knot in your throat was becoming unbearable, too tight and barely letting you utter a word.
Cregan's eyes softened with sorrow. “My lady,” he started, daring to take a step closer to you. The small rounded table was the only thing keeping you two apart. “Allow me to apologize for the misbehaviour of my brother, you deserve the utmost respect from whoever is lucky enough to marry you. Edrik is childish, and his actions often bring shame to our family name.”
“You shall not apologize for your brother's mistakes,” you softly said, sighing tiredly at this situation repeating over and over again. “You're an honourable man, Lord Stark, it's a pity your brother is not even half of the man you are.”
Cregan felt his heart tapping against his chest, even under those thick layers of fur, he was still able to hear how fast it was beating. His eyes briefly looked away from you out of shyness, feeling so flustered by your mere presence. Oh, gods, this was excruciating; seeing you there with your beautiful eyes staring up at him, looking so fragile and bewitching. The white dress fit you perfectly, you were radiant that night, and he cursed at his brother for looking down on you.
Edrik was a dumb boy. Luckily, Cregan was a wise man.
“It pains me to know he doesn't appreciate you,” he muttered as he took unhurried steps closer to you. “You deserve so much more.”
“It's the best I can get, I suppose,” you shrugged. “At least my betrothed is indulging his uncontrollable lust with whores instead of forcing himself on me. It could be worse.”
“But it's not supposed to be bad at all,” Cregan discussed. “A husband has to provide for his wife, and treat her with respect.”
His hand approached your left cheek and he placed it there, cupping your face. Your soft skin felt his calloused fingers and suddenly all the air of your lungs vanished. Your lips parted, and that simple gesture blurred Cregan's mind with the urge to devour them. As he looked down at you, you could see in his eyes that there was a rare sparkle in them. It was so mesmerizing.
“I guess you're asking too much from your brother, my Lord.”
He scoffed.
“If only the gods had been more merciful of us, you would be my wife instead,” he mentioned with a wistful tone. He took another step, and now you were able to smell the pine scent from his clothes. “We probably would be in our private celebration by now.”
You sighed delightedly as his thumb went to your lower lip, lightly touching it as he glanced at it. Falling in love with him had been so easy; he was so kind, so courteous and gentle. Whenever his brother was cruel and mean to you, he was always there to make you feel good. Many were the times you imagined this wedding being with him instead of Edrik.
“I would be looking at your beautiful body as you remove this gown. Only for me to see,” he whispered, his touch going downwards until he grabbed the pearls around your neck. “I would take my time to appreciate every single inch of your skin, touching you… kissing you, making sure you know you're the most beautiful maiden in Westeros.”
His face leaned towards you, and you felt his nose rubbing against your cheek as you closed your eyes. His deep, low voice sent shivers down your spine while your mind was imagining every single word that came out of his plump lips. His touch reached down your sides until you felt his strong grip on your waist.
Cregan took a deep breath as he smelled your sweet perfume; he couldn't help but sigh.
“I would pleasure you in so many ways,” he continued, his voice so raspy it made your knees weak. “With my mouth, my hands… until all that comes from your lips is my name.”
“Cregan…” you breathed out, and he hummed in delight.
“Yes, just like that.”
You dared to open your eyes, meeting his and seeing how they were dilated and glazed with lust; yours were probably in the same state. You were able to feel the heat between your legs, almost causing you to squirm to make you feel something. Something to sate the intense desire crawling around your body.
“I would do so many things to you, my darling,” he murmured. “Would you like me to do them?”
You nodded.
“Yes?”
“Yes,” you replied, embarrassingly fast.
His hands went to your back, calloused fingers finding their way to untie your gown. Your chest was against his, and the closeness did nothing but increase your desperation to have him.
“My brother doesn't deserve you, does he? He is just a stupid boy, and you deserve a man.” You felt the dress loosening around your body and you swallowed hard at the expectation. “Please, let me be that man for you…”
You were unable to bear it any longer, the temptation being too much. You closed the distance between you two at the same time he started to slip the dress down your body — until it pooled around your feet. His lips fit perfectly against yours, they were slightly chapped due to the cold, yet they felt heavenly. He moaned against your mouth when you boldly deepened the kiss by grabbing Cregan’s nape and pulling him closer to you, all while his hands pressed your lower back.
It was slow and passionate, taking your breath away as he claimed your mouth with his tongue, swirling against yours and stealing soft whimpers from you. Soon, he grabbed your thighs to lift you and sat you on the table; the cup of tea spilling to stain your white undergown, you couldn't care less. His lips on yours were all you could think of as his hands gripped your body, pressing you against him.
The thin skirt of your undergown lifted as you wrapped your legs around Cregan’s waist, and his hands began to sneak under it to touch the soft skin of your thighs. He left a heat on your body with his fingertips, one that made you desperate to feel him. All while his mouth was reluctant to leave yours, obsessed with the sweet taste of you. He would unconsciously groan, and as he pressed his hips against yours you could easily notice the effect you had on him.
He pulled away to take a look at you, he found your swollen lips glistening with remains of your and his drool. Your eyes were sparkling as stars and your breathing growing agitated. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Cregan Stark had fallen in love with you once again at that moment.
“You should belong to me instead,” he huskily said. “I should be the one who takes your body-”
“Do it,” you interrupted without doublethinking it. Your tone was decided and demanding, it shocked him a little.
“Oh, my little one…” he murmured with a strained voice as if the thought had left him breathless.
“I don't want your brother… I never did.” Your confession drew a small smile on his lips. “Since day one all I've wanted is you.”
He took a deep breath before cupping your face with both of his hands, forcing you to look him in the eye.
“Look what you do to me,” he murmured as you stared at his face, noticing a rare glow in him. “Believe me when I say your feelings are mutual… you've been on my mind ever since you arrived. It was torturous to see you being disregarded by Edrik while I was sitting there wishing I could just hold your hand. My heart, my body, my soul, it all aches for you. I'm desperate to feel you, and I cannot bear it any longer.”
The despair in his voice, so clear and vivid.
“Allow me to do it,” he pleaded, “I'm begging you to let me have a taste of you, at least for a night… so I can finally end this torment.”
“I will accept,” you managed to say in small gasps. “Only if you promise me this won't be the last time.”
He nodded. “I promise.”
The time was not wasted, you quickly leaned forward to kiss him again with the same intensity and need as before. Both of you moaned against each other while your hands were swiftly untying his snow-covered coat at the same time his were pulling down your undergown until it fell down your arms. Your breasts were freed and you couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed; no man had seen you in such a vulnerable state before. However, all insecurities vanished from your overthinking mind once he laid his eyes on your chest and sighed, enamoured by the view.
He gave you a single glance at you to ask for your permission and, once you nodded, his fingers travelled down your body until they trapped your nipples. He gently squeezed them between his digits, soft enough to not cause you any discomfort but hard enough to make them peak. Your mouth was slightly parted, allowing silent gasps to fall down your lips as he admired your pure flesh. He leaned forward then, and you instinctively leaned back; before you noticed his tongue was lapping at one of your sensitive buds, swirling around it and nibbling on it from time to time. You held your body up with your forearms, closing your eyes once he sucked on it. A moan escaped you as he pulled apart from it and went to the other one, giving it the same attention.
His hand was grabbing the small of your back as you touched his hair, tangling your fingers in his brown locks and pulling them whenever his tongue made you feel butterflies in your belly. It was so good, and you were blissful thinking that you were doing it with him. Your ever-kind and loving Lord of Winterfell.
Suddenly, his mouth traced a path down your body, licking and kissing your belly until he reached your pelvis. You lifted your hips once his hands started to pull down your last vestiges of coverage, and in mere seconds you were completely exposed to him as your cheeks got warm once again.
Your legs were spread by his hands on your inner thighs, and Cregan was able to see the mess in your core; you were soaking, and his mouth watered with the urge to taste you. For a few seconds, he was just there admiring you, and then he started to kiss your legs from your ankles, all the way to your hips, shamelessly marking you and leaving red bruises behind; you loved it.
Cregan gave you a quick look, noticing how you were almost shaking with expectation; your eyes reluctant to leave his frame as his thumb spread your swollen lower lips and exposed that little, throbbing button begging for his attention. He stuck out his tongue, slowly brushing it against your clit. You almost died there. Your hand immediately went back to his hair, pulling it a bit too harshly for his liking.
“Sh…” he cooed, kissing your inner thighs in the meantime. “Come on, little one, let me make you feel good, I know you want it.”
Gods, you did. You need it.
“Keep your legs open for me, and let me have my feast,” he murmured before his tongue lapped on your pearl again.
The way he teased your flesh so sensually made your limbs shake. You were gasping as he licked and kissed every single part of you, lurking around and trying to discover your most sensitive spot. Once he found it, you saw stars.
Your betrothed was far from your mind when Cregan dared to push one of his long, thick fingers inside your weeping hole. You cried out his name as your legs shook around his head and, as he curled up his fingers to rub your walls, you felt a knot in your belly starting to form and begging to be released. Goosebumps erupted over your stimulated body.
“Gods… Cregan!” you found yourself whining. He hummed delighted with the way his name sounded from your lips.
His tongue fervently began to flick your clit as he added another finger, pumping them slowly but deeply. The sound of your juices coating his digits was becoming addictive; so sinful, yet heavenly. He was desperate to feel you all.
As he moaned and whimpered against your soaked flesh, you couldn't help but feel an unknown sensation in your gut; as if you were about to explode. Your heart was beating incredibly fast as you leaned your head back and let your mouth spill thousands of obscene sounds; Cregan's cock twitched in his pants the moment he looked up at you.
Gods, you were so fucking beautiful. It was not fair that you belonged to someone else.
Suddenly, with a shout of shock, you felt yourself peak. You gasped loudly and you clenched your eyes shut. Cregan felt your walls squeezing his fingers so deliciously as he drank from you and licked you clean. By the end of it, you were sweating, breathing fast and your hips twitching. You turned into a quivering mess.
Cregan lifted his face, giving one wolfish look before quickly grabbing your cheeks. He desperately kissed you as he groaned in ecstasy. You tasted yourself on his lips as he picked you up and took you towards the bed… the very same bed you were supposed to be sharing with your betrothed that night.
The guilt hit you, briefly making you feel dirty and sullied. But then, as you saw Cregan slowly removing his attires, you remembered who was your betrothed, and what he was doing earlier that day. If he could fuck a whore, why couldn't you fuck another man? You doubted the lesser brother would even notice.
Besides, it wasn't just a man, it was Cregan. Your Cregan.
So, now, as the handsome man in front of you removed his last piece of clothing, you felt your walls clench around nothing as you glanced at his cock. His head furiously red, already leaking and twitching as he started to crawl from the bottom of the bed until he was between your legs. He kissed you again, this time slower… more tenderly. You sighed against his lips.
“You're still a maiden,” he said as a statement rather than a question. You nodded, either way, confirming his words. “Then I'll go slow… though I must warn you, it might hurt for a bit, but I promise you, little one, it'll all be worth it in the end.”
“I trust you,” you whispered as your hand reached his cheek, gently caressing his stubble.
“Open your legs for me, my darling,” he commanded, and you did as he said. He looked down at your entrance, “seven hells…” he groaned at the sight, before spitting down to his cock and stroking it a few times. Cregan swiped the ruddy tip of his prick against your folds, teasing them to hear you moan one more time before carefully pressing the blunt head against your entrance.
You cried out once he started to stretch you out, feeling the slight burn that left you breathless as he made his way inside the tight hole between your trembling legs. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth; Cregan noticed your discomfort, so he brought his thumb to your clit, tracing slow circles on it and trying to make you relax. You let out a shaky breath, chest heaving through the pinch.
Your tightness would try to push him away as tried to go deeper, yet he found a way to keep going until he was fully buried inside of you, whimpering your name. Your soft walls felt so fucking good around him, almost making the man drool against your shoulder. His sweaty forehead was pressed against your cheek and you could hear his ragged breathing in your ear, causing chills down your spine. He gave you a moment to forget about the pain, all while he peppered your neck with soft kisses and gentle bites.
“I think I have just reached heaven,” he murmured, his voice sounding so deep and seductive. “So tight, so small around my cock…” he continued words that left his mouth before he could even think about them.
“I- I feel so full…” you muttered, feeling his length pulsing inside of you.
“Shh… I know, my darling, just take deep breaths for me,” he commanded you, and you obeyed. His thumb pushed slightly harder against your clit and you hummed. “Mhm, does that feel nice? My beautiful girl, you're doing such a good job for me,” he praised you, “taking me so well.”
“Feels good…” you nodded.
“It does, doesn't it?” he softly chuckled. “Gods, the way your sweet little pussy takes my cock makes me fucking crazy. Can- can I move? Fuck– Is it okay if I start moving?”
His gentleness and softness did little to make you forget about the way he spoke to you. His dirty words made you clench around his girth, feeling butterflies in your lower belly. You needed Cregan to move and bring back the effervescent heat.
“Please, do,” you begged, and he wasted no time in obeying.
His mouth dropped open as he dragged his cock out of your tightness, noticing how it was covered by your slickness. He pushed in again, filling you and causing you to moan in simultaneous discomfort and pleasure. His left hand went to your hip, grabbing your skin and going deeper inside of you. Slowly at first, he started to fasten his pace until the sound of your bodies colliding against each other was mixed with your moans.
Your hands wrapped around his shoulders as he hid his face on your neck, his harsh breathing causing chills on your skin as he moved slowly but forcefully; such a perfect pace to make you see stars. Your legs were bent at each side of his body, while he took you and claimed your shaky frame. Soon you realized that he had not lied, it felt magnificent once the pain started to fade away.
His name would escape your lips as if it was an endless chant, incentivizing him to keep going, to continue his movements until you couldn't bear it anymore. A layer of sweat would cover your body as Cregan's weight was on top of you, it felt as if you were burning yet you didn't want to push him away. You craved to feel his skin on you, loving the way his pelvis would brush against your throbbing clit each time he thrusts into you.
“Fuck, my darling,” he groaned in your ear, “your pussy was made for me to fuck,” he whimpered, biting your earlobe. You replied with a whine. “So fucking delicious, feeling so tight around my cock.”
Cregan lifted his face to look at your messy state. The eye contact that followed almost made you reach your peak once again, it was all so intense it made your head spin. Your nails dug into his flesh and he whispered your name; you hummed in response.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured.
He further quickened the pace, his cock now touching that sweet spot of yours. Your walls would clench around him as you felt the much-needed orgasm approaching. A ring of your juices appeared on his cock, and he changed positions so now he was on his knees, grabbing your hips and fucking you faster, rougher.
He saw your breasts bouncing on your chest as he thrusted into you, the sight so arousing that he felt his cock twitch inside of you. His stones were full, ready to burst at any moment now. However, no matter how much he desired it, he knew he just couldn't release inside you. No risks must be taken if he wanted to do this again.
With your legs spreaded, his thumb effortlessly reached your exposed clits, flicking it and smearing your wetness around it. Your limbs shook as your mind went numb, and soon your orgasms washed over you. You cried out his name, tightening your grip around his cock.
That's when he pulled out and poured himself on your soaked flesh, staining your folds with his pearly seed.
Once he took a quick look at you, he felt a coil of raw pleasure snake around his body. A whine left his lips as he wrapped his hand around his length, stroking it a few times to make sure he would cover you with every single drop. He was overstimulated already; sweaty, breathless and flushed. He looked so beautiful like that.
“Thank you,” he breathed out, caressing your thighs.
You frown, slightly confused. “What- what for?”
Instead of answering you right away, he leaned and joined his lips with yours, gently and tenderly kissing you. His hands cupped your face and yours laid on his thick arms. A few minutes later, he pulled away only to leave soft kisses all over your face making you giggle.
“For giving me the honour of making you mine,” he replied. “Though I must confess that I don't think I will be able to live without having you in my bed every night.”
You felt a smile appearing on your lips and a familiar warmth on your cheeks.
“Well,” you sighed, “perhaps, you should do something about it.” That flirtatious tone was a bit odd coming from you, but Cregan loved it.
“Yes,” he nodded, softly chuckling as he leaned to kiss you once more. “I will definitely do something about it.”
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Nico Di Angelo 💀 Will Solace ☀️
You don’t know how happy I was at the news of their solo book! I been off and on Percy Jackson because doctor who but it been on my back burner. And I found the release date of the book before my bad finals and I just had to act as if I didn’t see if so I could focus , problem is my adhd made me completely forget about the book until the pretty cover came on my to my feed and i dropped everything to read it.
I love them💕 I Want to do an embroidery for them too but I think I might listen to the book again as I can’t pick a favorite line to do. I might also do the other main character and add my headcannon ideas as I feel so proud of these came out!
Hazel
Percy & Annabeth
Jason
Leo
If you want to read my headcannons about their outfits, then it under the cut as I have many ideas.
[ID: The picture is a felt doll that is the shape of a gingerbread man with a big circle head Nico Di Angelo and Will solace. Nico have light color felt for skin, very dark brown hair that is to his shoulders and have a bit of a curl. He have black ties shoes, dark grey rip pants, a black and grey shirt with the skull on it. He have on a sliver studded belt, with beads for the studs, and a chain coming off of it. He have his ad jacket with a Italy flag patch in the right side and a sun patch in the left side. He have Bracelet on the hand with the sun patch sleeves. It a rainbow beaded one and a yellow and black twist. On this other wrist he have a black, read, and blue sparky thread one, a ace flags: black, grey,white, purple. And he have a beaded disability flag colors are black, green, blue, white,yellow, reddish pick, black. Will has light color felt for skin, short yellow blonde. He has ears and a little bit of black felt is peaking out for hearing aids.he have a blue shirt and a fort pocket, a little coco puff is in the pocket, he have on cargo shorts, a yellow orange sweatshirt around his waist, he I have on one blue sock and one read with cream shoes that have on the left one embroidery purple hyacinthus, a lyre and in the other side is a bow and arrow and the symbol of healing that have the single snake. He have camp bead and a sliver bead for the ring on the chain. On this left wrist he have a rainbow bracelet, and a random color one that is blue, light purple and light gray. On his other wrist is a bi flag one pink, purple, blue. And the last one is a matching one with Nico that is black and yellow.:ID]
Headcannons for Will
Star Wars
-I was going for like Star Wars socks, as this boy is either in flip flops or cowboy boots, he rarely wear anything else so he have fun socks to show off when he does
-(Maybe not the first time but maybe one of the first few time Nico said he love Will. Will make the Star Wars reference with Hans saying ‘I know’ and Nico is slightly confused. But then imagining his reaction when he all invested in the movie and then Hans say the line and Nico just stops and is like WILL! And will just start laughing “I couldn’t help it!”)
Shoes
-He only have one pair of sneakers and I was trying to think of something to Blightten up his outfit, and thought the Apollo cabin can’t leave anything plain. So Apollo theme shoe (dark idea is that they belonged to one of his older brothers who painted them and died and Will wanted to bring something that reminded him of his family into the underworld with him)
Coco puff
-Little coco puff in Will’s pocket I can’t decide if the little puff is attached to Will because it a deamon that Will actually helps Nico fight or the puffs are attached to anyone who have the same deamons so like if the little one is bad self confidence, then Will also have to work on his bad self confidence
Beads
-Enough beads for him to have gotten to camp one year before Percy. So he had two good years with his siblings before the wars. Just so he also have a family when his mom is on tour. But I do also think he has a lot of hidden Apollo kid power that he doesn’t know about so he think he weak with a randomly strong small. Like that is until Apollo learns where he went and is like how are you alive. Will “power of love… and really bad nicknames”
Disabled
-I tried to give him hearing aids, they enup being hidden in his hair, I was trying to think of a color that would stand out against the yellow hair as I also thought he would pick a noticeable color, and I wanted with black. Just him going into the underworld with so many extra batteries, but also him and Nico do a bit of asl or just come up with little hand signals.
Bracelet
-Rainbow one, bi vone, matching one with Nico, and a random one from a sibling
Headcannon Nico
Bracelets
-Nico has bracelets as during craft time some of the younger Apollo kids were make some and they all like to make Will some. At the time Nico was there making their matching ones at the time and will was making one for Nico. And then one little kid come up and whispers something to Will he grins. Nico look up because the silences and Will just nods to Nico, then the little kid goes over to Nico and holds up the bracelet and said they made it for him. Will fills in that they want to give it to him and so Nico just like ‘yeah sure’ and hold out his wrist and the kid tie it on before running happyly back to their table. Will leans over like ‘now you can’t take it off’ Nico just looks at him and Will is just ‘how did you think I get so many.” And then the younger kids even some from other cabins make Nico bracelets and he feels honored,
-Random one that is supposed to be the one the kids made him but also slightly Star Wars theme, I was trying to make it with the dark sparkly thread as I can imagine that how a kid see Nico. The other one is beads for the disability pride flag. Either Will makes if for him and he have one too if something with the flag as I love deaf Will and disabled Nico. Or another little kid make it for Nico who also have a disability and that help Nico acc his. I had to add a asexual one too, I can’t help it. Beads so he can mess with them when on edge
Beads
-And I love the idea that nico some how get the camp beads either he steal one each year as he wanted to be apart but hey keep them in a box some place and then after will saying something like he always had a fear of Nico leaving, and to show him he acc camp as home, the next morning Nico walked out of his cabin with the beads. Or Will just keep saving beads for Nico. Like it started as Will keep going around asking about Nico and got upset when he was told he left already, maybe he ask Percy and Percy tell him something like Nico doesn’t like camp. But Will meet Nico in the small window when Nico was at camp before he first ran away and got a little crush that his siblings notice, and then when Michael was giving the beads to his cabin, he give two to will, and just held a finger to his mouth before Will could say anything and say something like ‘you need to hold onto Nico’s bead, in case he comes back.” And so when Will was head he keep asking for an extra one to save for Nico. And he gives them to him at one point, maybe even just leave them by his bed during the 3 days.
Jacket
-Nico get a over size jacket so Will can steal it sometimes. He had a Italy flag patch, maybe Chiara got it from him because they are both Italian. And then sun patch maybe as a slight joke that the Apollo kids got him as he is always with them. And then I tried to do it so it look like he sewed them in himself. Pockets are totally full of chocolate and random rocks he finds, that he offers to Will and younger campers.
#if you like this i have more pjo doll on my blog#If anyone want to talk solangelo with me I would love that as right now I have no one to talk to about it#I will fix and spelling in the morning I had a rough night and wanted something nice to wake up to.#as I felt proud about these dolls and I wanted to talk about the books.#pjo nico#nico di angelo#will solace#pjo will#solangelo#percy jackson#the sun and the star#sewing#made out of felt#my art#plushies#my sewing#my plushies#fanart#felt plushie#image description#tsats spoilers#tsats#handmade#disabled Nico#disabled Nico Di Angelo#disabled will solace#deaf will#deaf!will#coco puffs#Percy Jackson sewing
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Here’s the modern outfits I was talking about the other day! I wish I knew how to sew bc I’d totally wear these dresses. 😭
Now I wanna design dresses for other characters like Qi Rong, Shi Qingxuan and Pei Ming. Idk why I like those three so much but I do. 🤷🏻♀️
If anyone wants to use any of my designs please tag me bc I’d love to see what y’all make!! 💕💕💕
There’s an alternate version with more glitter and concept sketches under here! vvv
I couldn’t decide on if I wanted Hua Cheng’s dress to have a bodycon skirt or one that flows more. I ended up going with the flowy one because I like how the skirt is pleated & loose. The texture looks more interesting to me. I also like the ribbons that help hold the dress together. I need to stop now sorry for gushing over this dress so much. 💀💀
Xie Lian’s dress is supposed to have a lotus on the torso. Idk how well that translated into the design. It was originally just going to be white, but I ended up taking the blue from his official design and played with the brightness so the lotus would stand out more. Ofc the blue ribbon reflects the one he has in his official design.
Aaaand ofc they have matching silver butterfly hair clips. Their jewelry also matches Hua Cheng’s boot chain thingies.
I really like how these designs turned out so I can’t stop talking about them… sorry! 😭
#art#fanart#digital art#tgcf#heaven official's blessing#tian guan ci fu#hua cheng#hualian#xie lian#dresses#fashion#design#my art#mxtx
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Them watching you get ready for bed and you only wearing panties and a tank top
Game: The walking dead the final season
Fem! Reader
Characters: Clementine, Marlon, Mitch, Violet, and Louis
Warnings: Get's a little sexual but it doesn't go far. I didn't know how to write the title cause it could be many things like watching reader get ready for bed but I found it doesn't work well idk if that's just me tho💀
Clementine
When AJ used to sleep in the same room as you and Clem you would always and I mean always wear stuff to cover yourself up. Like pj pants and one of Clems hoodies. But when AJ moved into Tenns room you wore less. Like wearing short shorts and one of Clems shirt or just wearing your panties and the shirt you wore that day. At first Clem didn't think much of it, thinking you were just getting more comfortable since there isnt a little kid around anymore but soon she started taking a liking to it. Not in a sexual way; she liked that you were comfortable enough around her to be dressed like that.
One summer night it was hot. An unbearable type of hot that you want to rip your skin off because it was that hot. Because it is the end if the world you had no working air conditioning so the next best thing is to get rid as much layers as possible. Which is your white panties and a grey tank top. Clem was laying in bed as she waited for you to come to bed with her. You walked over to bed and you heard her whistle at you as she looked you up and down.
" Oh shut it." You blushed as you climbed in bed with her. Getting underneath the sheets you snuggle up to her. Her arm is around your shoulders and your head is on her chest while your arm rested on her stomach. She planted a kiss on the top of your head.
" You look beautiful."
Marlon
My guy go crazy seeing you just in your panties and a tank top. He watches as you get ready for bed. He smirks to himself as you unbuckle your belt and let it drop to the floor and pulling off your jeans. You take your shirt off over your head and let it fall to the floor. Your back is turned to him. He sees scars littered your back as you reach your hand behind your back to unclasped your bra but he gets up and comes up behind you and moves your hands for him to do it. He lowers his mouth to your neck and kisses your shoulder and going up to your jaw. Your bra falls to the floor and his hands instantly go to cup your breasts in his hands. A soft gasp leaves your mouth before you giggle.
" What do you think your doing?" You said quietly as you turn around to look at him. He looks down to you before flashing a smile.
" Just helping you out." He responded like he just wasn't groping you a second ago. You roll your eyes and give him a quick peck on the lips before turning around to go pick up one if his tank tops off the floor. A simple white one but you like it mainly because its Marlons and that it is loose on you. You bend down by your waist to pick it up before standing up and slipping it on. You hear a groan behind you and you turn around to face Marlon who is blushing hard.
" What?"
" Don't act innocence, Y/N."
Mitch
He won't say it out loud but he thinks you are the sexiest women on the earth. It fascinates him how easily you can get him all riled up even if you don't try. This night was no different.
You and Mitch were snuggling and talking about anything and everything. It was late and you didnt want to wear tight ass jeans and 3 layers of clothing to bed. Especially if you are sharing it with someone else. Without saying word you got up and sat at the edge off the bed to kick off your boots and take your jeans off. A sigh of relief leaves your lips and you start to take off your jacket before you got stopped.
" Come here, I'll help you." You heard Mitch say. You turn around and see him sitting up and he motioned you to sit on his lap. Without a second thought you sat down facing him with your legs by his sides. He grabs your jacket and pushes it off your shoulders and tosses it to the side he then unzips your hoodie and also tosses it to the side. Next was your t-shirt to come off he grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it off of you and guess what? Also tosses it to the side. Leaving you in your bra. A blush forms on your face as he obviously stares at your boobs.
" Are you also going to take my bra off?" You asked. He looks up to you and you can see a faint blush form on his cheeks. He doesn't say anything other then putting his hands behind you and uncliping your bra and slipping it off you. A smile forms on his lips at the sight of your bare boobs. He's quick to bring his mouth to your boobs and play with them. A moan left your mouth as you bring your hands up to his hair.
" Mitch! It's late I want to go to bed!" He heard you whine as you pulled him off. He would look up to you with puppy eyes only for you to roll your eyes and you reached over to the nightstand you grab one of Mitch's tank tops and put it on.
" Y/N!"
" That is for another night, baby."
Violet
She secretly watches you get change. She pretends she us sleeping but really her eyes are open just a little bit to watch you get change.
She watches you take your boots off. You taking off your gun belt and it falling to the floor and then you unblocked your belt that held up your jeans to also take it off leaving you in your white and red heart underwear that had a little red bow on the front. Feeling herself blush really hard as she watched you unbutton your red flannel and for it to slide off of your shoulder onto the ground. She shifted in bed as you started to take off your matching red bra and for it to be tossed onto the chair leaving you just in your panties. You go over to your shared closet and you take out one if Vi's black tank tops. It hugs your body and you go over to your bed and you snuggle up to your girlfriend.
"I know you were watching, Vi."
Louis
Louis is already in bed with his arms behind he head as he waits for you. He's already ready for bed wearing is plaid pj pants that are black and a dark green and not wearing a shirt. He says wearing pants is enough. He has a small smile formed on his lips as his lidded eyes watches you get changes. You taking your Jean's off and t-shirt as well as your bra. He can feel himself blush just a bit when you took your bra off. He looks down to your panties that are black with a little bit of lace at the top of it. You walked over to your guesses closet and grab one of Louis's tank tops. Slipping it on the arm holes are big to the point there is side boob to be seen.
" Wearing my clothes again?" He asked. You smile at him and crawl onto your shared bed and sit on his lower waist.
" I like them" You answered simply before leaning down and giving him a kiss. Your hands going to his chest. His hands go up your thighs and grip them as you kiss. Pulling back you roll over to the side and lay down, pulling the covers over the two of you.
" Really, Y/n? Again?" He chuckled as he pulled you in close to him
" To keep you on your toes, Lou."
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Can I pls request all the dorm leaders with an albino boyfriend
With An Albino Boyfriend
{not proof-read}
Of course!
I know that the common myth is that albinos have red eyes but they usually have blue eyes so I gave him baby-blue eyes. Think Gojo’s eye color from jjk—
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Riddle was immediately drawn to you because of your appearance. Of course you were covered heavily by the ceremonial robes but he could faintly see your pale skin and snow-white hair. He was mostly interested in your eyes which were a bright baby-blue which stood out against your pale skin
He finally got an explanation to your appearance when you told him that you were an albino but that didn’t make him love you any less
Your skin is very sensitive and he knows that so he always reminds you to apply them and carry them with you in case you need them again. He even might carry some himself in case you end up forgetting
When you’re outside, he’s even more worried about you. He makes sure you cover up your arms and legs and at least wear a hat and some sunscreen. He doesn’t want you to end up getting a sunburn, especially with your sensitive skin
When the situation calls for it, he will offer any covering clothing of his. He doesn’t have much but he always gives them to you if you need them. Long-sleeve shirts, gloves, even jackets just to name a few
Despite having to be careful with your strong sensitivity to light, he can’t help but love you all the same. Your gentle and caring nature always making him swoon deeper for you
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Leona has met a lot of people with being the second prince of the Afterglow Savanah after all, but you were different. You were very pale with white hair to boot and blue eyes that stuck out from your appearance
He had assumed that you were albino since it’s a rare occurrence in beastmen and was proven right when you told him such. Doesn’t mean he cares about you any less though
He always reminds you to take care of your skin and scolds you if you forget. He’s made it a habit to carry them around in case you forget please he worries about you
He always makes sure you’re covered before you go outside. He doesn’t show it but he’s really worried about you, especially with such light-sensitive skin. Sunscreen, hat, gloves/arm covers are essential
Leona does lend you some of his old hoodies or joggers that he doesn’t wear anymore with the excuse that they don’t fit him anymore. They absolutely do but he won’t admit he’s worried about you
He has never once complained about your sensitivity or your needs throughout your relationship because he loves you despite all of that. Your caring attitude is all it takes for his tough-guy act to crumble around you
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Azul has never seen a person like you before and yet found himself mesmerized. When you met, he was immediately drawn to your snow-like skin and hair with mesmerizing blue eyes that reminded him of the coral sea
He was finally given and answer to his question when you said that you were albino. Nothing really changed between you as he didn’t care about your appearance, he still loves you
Azul also has sensitive skin but not in the same way you do. Since he’s a merman on land, his skin gets dry very often so you both do your skin routines together and remind one another to carry extra in case you need it or forget
You’re both prepped when you have to go outside. Arm covers, jackets, gloves, and even hats when the heat becomes unbearable. Sunscreen is also an essential and you’ve both made habits to just carry a bottle for outside
He gives you his jackets and long-sleeve shirts and you give him your hoodies and arm covers. It’s a fair trade but nothing ever gets returned on time—
Azul is so soft for you, even if he doesn’t show it or know how to show it often. No matter what you look like, your gentleness with him is all he needs to melt in your hands
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Kalim has met many people because of my family but he’s never met someone who looks like you. Pale skin and snowy hair to match it with radiant blue eyes to complete the look. He was very interested in you and immediately wanted to know more about you
When you said that you were albino, he let out a small “ooh!” since albino’s are not very common at all in the Scalding Sands. Now it just gives him a reason to love you even more
Kalim is forgetful but he never forgets about your skin care. He always carries your stuff with him even after he sees you apply it. He just wants to be safe!
Kalim doesn’t burn easily but he knows that you do so he always doubles, even triple, checks that you have everything you need to stay covered. Sunscreen, hats, and arm/leg covers if you use them
All of his clothing is very loose and open but he does give you his hoodies and his cardigans if you ever need them…it’s just that sometimes he forgets that he gave them to you for the day
Kalim holds you so close to his heart. He loves you so much and doesn’t care about your appearance because of how caring and soft you are. He just…swoons
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Vil has met a lot of people throughout his career but he’s never met someone like you. Snow-pale skin along with white hair. He was mostly drawn to your eyes, which shined an amazing crystal blue
He figured that you were albino and it was confirmed when you told him. Just because you look different and need specific needs doesn’t mean he loves you any less
Vil has always fussed over your skin and still does, just even more now. He saw your current skin products, gasped, and gave you his own. Now, your skin looks so much better and you still get coverage!
Vil will give you leggings and arm covers if you need them to go outside. He does have a few hats but they’re more for fashion than for coverage…
He fusses over your skin like a worried parent but he just loves you so much that he doesn’t want you to be hurt. He doesn’t want your gentleness to be hurt by some simple sunburn
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Idia never gets to meet a lot of people because he’s a shut in but he doesn’t regret coming out of his room that day. Your pale skin and white hair stood out amongst the crowd and your blue eyes shone so brightly…he never thought he’d be able to talk to you without stuttering like a fool
Your appearance was explained when you told him that you were albino. His love for you didn’t falter even after you told him because you just explained why you looked that way, doesn’t matter what you look like for him to love you
Oh Idia absolutely has light sensitive skin and does have stuff for his skin but it’s just like putting on lotion and saying “done” so don’t trust him with your stuff
Despite that, he knows how to cover up when going outside and will make sure that you’re also covered so that you don’t have to go back in a hurry in case you forget. Sunscreen is essential and is non-negotiable between you
He has a lot of hoodies and is open to share them with you so long as he gets them back eventually but he might just turn a blind eye if you beg ask
Your appearance may have been what drew him to you in the first place, but it is not the defining factor of your relationship. Idia never thought that he’d fall in love, let alone with such a kind man like you.
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Malleus has met a plethora of people in his life time, but you’re the first man whose appearance caught his eyes. Snow pale skin and pearl white hair, with blue eyes that stood out like sapphires…just describing you like that isn’t enough to show how he feels about you
He has met albino people before but just wanted to hear you confirm it before he assumed. Nonetheless, you’re still perfect in his eyes
Malleus also probably has light sensitive skin and always makes sure to take extra care of his skin, and that goes for you as well, as he constantly reminds you to take care of yourself
Every single piece of clothing of his in very black and very covering and he’d give you them if you didn’t have your own. Even if you didn’t have covering clothing, you’d both apply sunscreen on each other just to be safe
Arm covers, long-sleeved frilly shirts, coats and jackets, literally anything that can help protect your skin from a sunburn he gives to you even if it’s blistering hot
Malleus holds you very dear in his heart. Your caring and gentle nature luring him close until he fell head over heels for you. Even if your appearance was different, he know dog wouldn’t have changed a thing
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#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland x male reader#twst x male reader#heartslabyul#savanaclaw#octavinelle#scarabia#pomefiore#ignihyde#diasomnia#riddle rosehearts#riddle rosehearts x male reader#leona kingscholar#leona kingscholar x male reader#azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto x male reader#kalim al asim#kalim al asim x male reader#vil schoenheit#vil schoenheit x male reader#idia shroud#idia shroud x male reader#malleus draconia#malleus draconia x male reader
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Just got home from the Ultra VIP experience, so I'll give you guys a summary of the day:
My sister and I got there around 11am and got in line (we were 18th &19th). Shortly after we arrived we heard Erick shout "Que quienes somos?!" from a hotel window at us, and we all looked around to try to find him 💀 We made friends with the two girls in front of us and after we got our wristbands with our numbers on it, we were told we could leave and be back by 1:45 to line up for the event. We went out and got food with the girls, went back to the venue, and then waited in line again until they let us into the room around 2:30. They gave us food and drinks and the boys came in around 2:45. RICHARD WAS THERE 🥹🥹🥹 They started off singing Reggaeton Lento (Richard and Zabdiel had each other's mics on accident and had to switch when they realized lol). Then they played La Equivocada, Mamita, Plutón, and ended with La Última Cancion.
The Q&A section was next (they had us fill out a sheet with our names, where we live, and our question while we were waiting for our wristbands). They answered 12 questions and pulled them from a bowl randomly, and Chris pulled my question 😭
My question: what's the biggest lesson you've learned over the last 8 years together?
He couldn't say my last name, so I had to help him with it and then he kept repeating my full name and it was super cute 🥺 But his answer was basically communication, and then halfway through, he switched to Spanish because I think he was having trouble expressing himself in English, so idk what else he really said, but it felt so great having him acknowledge me 🥹 (And after reading the question he said, "That's deep.")
And afterwards came the m&g and surprisingly, I wasn't very nervous when my turn came. I gave them their gifts, and then I told Chris, "Remember I asked you what your favorite cake was on Twitch?" He was like, "Oh yeah." Then I told him I tried to make the cake and messed it up, so I bought a slice from the store lmao. But he said thank you, then we took the picture and I stood between Chris and Zabdiel. Then I said thank you to Chris again and we hugged tightly, and he said, "thank you for coming, mi amor, gracias" and he kissed me on the cheek 🥺 Then I hugged Richard and I tried to tell him how happy I was for him because of the baby, but I was so awkward about it, but he said, "thank you, baby" 😭 Then I hugged Zabdiel, and then I hugged Erick, and I told him that I really loved his boots (they were white combat boots) and he said, "Thanks, I love your beanie," cause I was wearing my Déja Vu beanie 🤗
Anyway, it was a short, but fun experience, and I'm so happy I was fortunate to live it 🥹
P.s. Chris, Richard, and Zabdiel all called me baby so I'm 🥲
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I decided instead of getting my fic done first I'm just now gonna tell y'all the full story about my meeting with Tenoch
AND BUCKLE UP CUS IT'S A LONG ONE 🤠
So how this all started was in the group chat I was told about the fact that Tenoch was gonna be at C2E2 and I was like I WANNA GO SO BADDDDDD IF I GO IMAGINE IF I MEET HIM OR SOMETHING and I decided I wanted to buy tickets but I couldn't afford to. Then one fateful day, my uncle texted me asking if I wanna go to C2E2 with him. For further context, I told him about how much I love Tenoch and his role as Namor and all that since me and him are marvel geeks + he works for marvel. I didn't believe he was being serious at first until HE SENT ME PROOF OF ALL THE TICKETING INFORMATION STUFF. Then asked if I would like to meet Tenoch Huerta. ONCE AGAIN, I THOUGHT THERE'S NO WAY HE'S BEING SERIOUS HE HAS TO BE PLAYING WITH ME BUT NO HE WAS BEING DEAD SERIOUS. So I said yes of course I'd love to.
Then I told the chat I'm going to the con and I was just thinking about what my meeting with him is gonna be like. Then that led to me worrying that he's not gonna like me. The day before i left to Chicago I was having a mental breakdown over that thought + personal things I'm not gonna mention. I couldn't stop crying over it. I was genuinely out here thinking this man is gonna hate me when highly likely that won't happen. Just me being irrational for no reason. But hey it's that mental illness innit 🤩
So I had to get up early in the morning so my uncle can pick me up and go to the airport. We left a day before the con started so we can be there tomorrow on time. I hated the plane ride because heights scare me but at least I took a peaceful nap. This was the first time I been to another state outside of Nevada or California. But it is what it is
Now day 1. Day one did not go so well. Here's how it went down.
So my plan was to wear two outfits for day 1 and 2 and bring my backpack with the picture I wanted him to sign, a letter a friend of mine written for Tenoch, and a kuromi plushie. Now why a kuromi plushie? Why not? I wanted to be different I guess 💀 plus I decided to be all sappy and take a sharpie and write "you're my hero" on the tag. My outfit for day one was a shirt with Namor on it, a black floofy skirt, fishnets, and black combat boots. Because I'm edgy and I wanted to show everyone what I'm about 😭😭 I was having fun for a little bit I was talking to some people there and walking around listening to my music, waiting for Tenoch to get here. Then later I didn't even realize Tenoch got here already 💀 BUT HOT DAMN HE'S EVEN PRETTIER IN PERSON 😳 I WAS LIKE "Y'ALL ARE TELLING ME THIS MAN IS ACTUALLY REAL?" LIKE SHITTTTT
So i went to go get in line to meet him. However, the line was longer than I anticipated and it was kinda hot as hell I was sweating a little. Then I realized I left my backpack in the hotel room and I felt like an idiot. Really was in the autograph line when i had nothing for him to sign that day 😭😭 As the line was moving up, i started to feel anxious. And it was getting worse the more closer I was getting. I was clenching my fists so hard my knuckles were turning white, i couldn't breathe, my heart was beating hella fast, it was getting too much. When it was almost my turn, i felt an anxiety attack going on and I ran out of the line and I'm pretty sure Tenoch saw me run away. I hid away and started crying. My anxiety got the best of me and when I decided to go back in line, there wasn't a line anymore. I was too late. My uncle found me all teary eyed and asked what happened and I explained it all. We left the place and went back to the hotel room and I was so upset with myself because I missed out on my chance of meeting him because of my anxiety. But turns out, on day 2 I have a second chance.
Day 2 went better. Here's what happened
I was feeling more confident for day 2. I didn't forget to bring my backpack this time and I wore a different outfit. I had another namor shirt on (i only have 2 btw) black shorts, thigh high socks, and my busted hello kitty converses. I felt like I dressed a little more casual this day but it's whatever, not the point. This time i didn't feel anxious in line. And i wasn't all the way in the back of the line like last time 😭 When I got closer, I was starting to feel nervous again but I know not to run away this time. Just go for it. Once it was finally my turn, I took a deep breath and went up to him. I could barely make out a "hello" i was nearly speechless. Tenoch smiled at me and said "it's okay, you can do it" and I took another breath again and said hi 🧍🏻♀️ I said it's nice to finally meet you and I told him I was the girl who ran away before I got to meet him. AND HE KNOWS. I felt so embarrassed about it. But OMG?? He was so sweet and gentle with me 🥹 he looked at me and said "I'm proud of you for showing up today" and that made me tear up a little. I said thank you and then I remembered was like OH WAIT I have stuff for you!! So i handed him the picture I wanted him to sign, then the letter and then the plushie. I told him to read the tag. When he saw the tag said "you're my hero" he gushed and said aweee 🥹🥹 I said "I'm glad you like it and I'm sorry I'm so shy" and I teared up again but instead of just being teary eyed, I actually cried. Then he got up and hugged me. HIS HUGS WERE SO NICE AND HE SMELLED SO LOVELY LIKE WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE THIS. I told him thank you for being the amazing human you are and you deserve all the good in the world. I was worried my time was gonna be up but I wanted to just live in the moment for now. I wiped my tears and he tucked my hair behind my ear and said "hey, it's okay. You did good today. I'm proud of you." And I tried to take in a deep breath to hopefully stop my crying and then we went and took our picture together. (I'll post it when I feel like I'm ready to) and before time was up, i asked him for another hug and he hugged me again. His hugs were just warm and comforting.
This is a day I'm going to remember forever.
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vance hopper hcs (pt 8) [random hcs]
prefers to eat toaster strudels without the icing
isn't that picky of an eater tbh
is a decent cook because of all the times he helped his mom cook
likes cooking grilled cheese because of how easy it is for him
besides his dyslexia, he actually gets decent-ish grades (c's, a rare b, etc)
English and math are his worst subjects because of the reading involved in it
weirdly good at science tbh likes it a lot actually
pinball special interest started when he was around 6 or so
before his skateboard broke he was actually getting good at it, could land a few tricks, etc
bites and picks at his lips a lot so they're constantly bleeding, him getting a busted lip is the only time he stops
used to go to the library when he was a kid, around 8 or 9
officially got diagnosed with autism at age 9
anger issues started around that time too which was mainly just overstimulation and a struggle to manage emotions (bpd kicking in)
has to go to therapy but never went and kinda regrets it. went to therapy when he was younger though (6-13)
hates hospitals and the bright lights, the sharp smells, etc so he tries to never go
picks at scabs (im also guilty of this 😭😭😭)
breaks pencils way too often because of how fucking hard he writes, man is GRIPPING onto the pencil for dear life
doesn't understand "your mom" jokes./j
has tripped up the steps before and has beat up a kid for laughing at him, didn't go to that place for a week because he was so embarrassed
that one dude who was watching him play pinball? was his bf yeah/j
low key shows off for partners 💀
gets flustered whenever people call him pet names
loves pet names but specifically: baby, handsome, honey
loves to tease
low key has a bit of a tex' accent but will never admit it (unless you like it ofc, then he's teasing you on purpose with his accent) (also yes this is inspired by that one southern vance fic/hc shut up/j)
grew up in texas from a baby to 6 years old, loved living there a lot but barely remembers it
his dad is white, Texan, and has a thick southern accent
his mom on the other hand is hispanic (Puerto Rican), white, and she's from cali!
his mom and dad met in Austin texas, his mom just moved at 16 and his dad met her around the same age too, a typical high school sweethearts situation
actually looks a lot like his dad beside his hair, nose, and lips. hair pattern, nose, and lips are all his mom
HATES deviled eggs (i am projecting here bcs i hate deviled eggs with a burning passion)
really likes cherry-flavored things, if he carried around chapstick it'd be cherry flavored
likes strawberry flavored things as well but mainly cherry-flavored shit
hates brushing his teeth because of the mint flavor
i mentioned him having a sweet tooth and loving caramels and im mentioning it again
loves bubble gum for no reason (cough there is a reason, he likes it because of the flavor and it gives him something to focus on)
belt chain that he plays with a lot because he likes the sound of it
steals a lot of food, clothes, and small items
washes his jacket like once a month
washes his clothes though like once a week, always on Thursday though, if he breaks the routine there's a fight happening later on
once washed a pair of jeans and they shrunk in the wash and he got SO mad he couldn't wear it anymore because they didn't fit
yawns really loud
loud sneeze too
once scared his mom by sneezing
prefers short socks but because of his daily boot wearing he wears long socks
likes plain socks the best, favorite is black socks
isn't into sports. like at all. likes hockey though
tell me he wouldn't play hockey, he so would
puts on lotion a lot
he smells like cig smoke, caramels, hint of deodorant, and a hint of baby powder because of his lotion
used to babysit ages 13 to 14
hates winter because he has to actually wear a jacket that covers his arms and the sensory of it drives him insane
couldn't find his classes first day of school so he just left bcs he got so pissed off
favorite teacher is his pe teacher because the teacher lets him burn off steam and lets him eat with them when he's just not feeling other people
loves horror movies
also loves shitty and cringe romcoms so he can laugh at them
#vance hopper x reader#the black phone#black phone#the black phone 2022#the black phone x reader#vance hopper#🎡
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Just Acting
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Chapter Nineteen
You've been back home for a couple days now. It's been nice to be able to relax and be away from the LA noise. Sure, Philly's pretty big, but it's different from the angel city's chaos. And of course you love filming the show, but it feels good to have a break.
Basically all you've done since you got to PA is watch movies with your family, try to cook with your mom, text with Jess, and sleep.
You miss your little routine of talking to Jess almost every morning while you get your coffee, but being home with the cold weather and your family and the fireplace in the living room is comforting. LA weather in the winter is strange; it's either chilly or still hot. It wouldn't feel much like Christmas if you were still there.
Your phone rings as you get ready to go shopping with your sister. "Hello-"
"Just friends huh?" A deep voice says in your ear.
"What?"
"Just friends. That's what you think we are?" Matthew asks and you can practically see his obnoxiously attractive head tilt.
"You watched the interview,” you say, pointing out the obvious.
"Yeah."
"What was I supposed to say, Matthew? That we're friends with benefits or some shit? Look, it was cool while it lasted, but I can't do this anymore. I'd rather have a real relationship with someone who actually cares for me than whatever the hell we're doing here."
"Y/n-"
"Be mad at me all you want, but we're not twenty. This was doomed from the start anyway." You hang up, setting your phone on the bed not so gently. You sigh audibly, dropping your body to the bed too.
"Y/n, hurry up!" Lola says from the bathroom in between both of your bedrooms.
You get up reluctantly and finish putting on your sweater. You're wearing an off-white sweater that's perfect for the cold weather, black jeans, and cute boots. You leave your hair down and natural and put on a smallish amount of makeup.
After you're done getting ready, you meet Lola downstairs and grab your mom's car keys. "I'm driving, I don't trust you downtown."
"Rude. I've been driving for 2 years."
"Yeah um compared to my 18, I think I'm good driving.”
The two of you go to the mall downtown to get Christmas gifts. You both get gifts for your parents and other people. You decide to get everyone on the cast small presents and you plan to make cookies for the crew members when you get back to Los Angeles. Lola and you split up to shop for each other.
You're not entirely sure what you get your sister since you haven't been around much lately to know what she's into.
You go to a few places before finally finding something she may like. You got her a new pair of airpods and a digital picture frame for her college dorm. When you get home, you plan to put pictures of you and Lola, her and her friends, and your family in there. It'll be good for her to not have to bring frames to college. Hopefully Lola will appreciate it.
You don't plan on telling her about what just happened on the phone with Matthew. You're not even completely sure what happened. Why was he upset that you said you guys were just friends? Sure you slept together a few times, but you weren't like a couple. Not at all. He's a childish, mood-changing actor who just wanted you for sex. Maybe that's all that you wanted him for too. It's over now, so it doesn’t matter.
Whatever type of stupid childish thing the two of you had going is gone. You're not getting any younger, and maybe you aren't ready to settle down, but you sure as hell aren't going to continue a friends with benefits relationship, and with your coworker at that. It was a childish decision that neither of you should've made.
Why does it feel like I lost a friend?
Could you really consider him a friend? You guys fought and butted heads all the time. But recently, you’ve had a strange understanding with him.
You shake the thoughts of Matthew out of your head and get back into the car with your sister and the things you bought.
At home, you both hide the presents in your rooms and head downstairs to watch another Christmas movie with your parents. Your mom is forcing you guys to watch a Hallmark movie. You've never liked the corny unrealisticness of every single Hallmark movie. Especially the Christmas ones.
You sit through it though for your mom's sake. Lola pops some popcorn and you share a bowl while curled up on the couch with a blanket.
A part of you wishes you could stay home forever. See your sister every day and be with your parents. But Lola's going off to college this fall and your dad won't stay quiet about his opinions for long. And you're working on the biggest and best project you've ever done and may ever do in your life.
When the movie's over, you head up to your room and lay in bed. You stay awake for a bit, staring at the ceiling of your childhood bedroom.
You wake up to the sound of distant talking coming from downstairs. You get up and head down to the kitchen. The smell of syrup and bacon hits your nose, causing your stomach to growl a bit. You see your dad putting cooked bacon on plates that are already full with pancakes and eggs. Your mom is at the other counter, pouring a mug of coffee.
"Merry Christmas... Eve."
You smile at your mother, and Dad hands you two plates of food to set at yours and Lola's spots at the dining table. Lola comes down soon after and pours herself a cup of coffee, still half asleep.
It was always a tradition for you guys to eat breakfast together on Christmas and Christmas Eve. Normally, you and Dad would cook it and your mom would decorate cookies with Lola to hand to neighbors and friends. But traditions change as time passes.
You sit down with your iced coffee and take a bite of your breakfast. You've always been more of a waffle person, but pancakes are good too. Your family doesn't talk much at breakfast since you literally just saw each other before you went to sleep.
It's Christmas Eve which means the agenda for today consists of hanging the last two ornaments on the tree (you and Lola get new ornaments every year from your parents) and preparing for tomorrow. You'll also be watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas (a tradition you started at the ripe age of 12) and going downtown to see the decorations.
After eating, your mom hands you and Lola little bags. "Okay go ahead and open them."
Your ornament is a miniature clapperboard. You smile. “Awh I love it! Thank you."
Lola's is the mascot of the university she is going to next year. Both of you hang them up, and then you all lounge around the house for a while.
Lola and your dad go grocery shopping so Mom can cook Christmas Dinner tomorrow. You always have a honey roasted ham, potatoes, vegetables, and some type of dessert.
"Merry Christmas guys!!" AJ texts on the cast group chat. A chain of Merry Christmases come from everyone.
When Lola gets back home, you and her hang out in her bedroom. She talked about this girl she met a few weeks ago and how she has a crush on her but is scared to make a move. Oh teenage problems. You sort of missed those.
"You've always been so bold, it's weird to see you unsure of yourself," you say.
"It's just that... well my gaydar definitely goes off with her, but what if I'm wrong?"
"Just talk to her. The worst that can happen is you lose a friend, and if that does, she wasn't worth it anyway,” you tell her honestly.
She nods. "You're right. When I see her next, I'll tell her how I feel."
A part of you always knew your sister wasn't straight, but you wanted to let her come out on her own terms. She told you she was bi before she told anyone else, five months before she even told your parents. Both of you weren't sure how they would take it, but their reaction wasn't bad. They know she's the same kid she's always been, and she's their daughter so they need to support her. It took a bit for them to accept it fully, but they came around.
You were happy that your baby sister got to be herself around your family, at least the three of you.
"So how's your love life? Still dry as hell?"
"Damn that hurt. Well other than what I told you, pretty much... accept that one guy I dated for like a month if that. He was just so... I don't know."
"Boring?"
"Yeah pretty much,” you nod.
“What about Matthew?”
You swallow. “I’m not getting into details of sex, because ew, and that’s all it was.”
As soon as the sun started to set, you all got ready to go downtown. You throw on a pair of black leggings, boots, and an oversized hoodie to beat the cold.
The decorations downtown were always super extra and pretty. Christmas lights were displayed in different designs and on different buildings throughout the area. You guys also always loved to see the rich peoples' decorations in their front yards. It's crazy what people spend their money on, but it makes for a good sight.
"Y/n?" You turn around to see your old friend from high school.
"Conner! Hey!" You give him a small hug.
"Wow, it's been years. How are you?"
"Doing pretty good. How about yourself, what have you been up to?” You ask.
"Me too. I just moved back here last summer to run Dad's business,” he says.
"Oh really? That's cool."
"Yeah. I heard you're a big LA star now, huh?" He bumped your shoulder.
You chuckle, blushing. “Something like that. Man, it’s been so long.”
"Yeah it has,” he nods. “Hey, do you want to catch up later, if you get the chance before you leave?"
"Yeah I'd like that," you smile. He gives you his new number and says goodbye. You catch up with your family again.
"Ooh new love interest alert," Lola said, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Oh shut up, we're just old friends catching up."
"Sure, sure."
At around 8:40pm, you and your family head home to get into your pajamas and watch the annual movie. You eat dinner on the couch while Dad pulls up How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Jim Carey’s version of course, on Netflix. This movie was one of your favorites as a kid and you still love it to this day.
You curl up with your sister on the couch, occasionally fighting over who gets more of the blanket.
chapter twenty
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What's set as your phone's lockscreen?
Cheese or chocolate?
Do you have any nicknames?
Last song you listened to?
Have you ever written fanfiction?
Are you on discord?
Do you have any piercings?
What do you think says the most about a person?
If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?
Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?
Headphones or earbuds?
What's the last thing you said out loud?
What's a weird fact that you know?
Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Favorite place to nap?
Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?
Describe yourself in three words.
Jeans or sweatpants?
What's your go-to Starbucks order?
A color you can't stand?
What's your most prized possession?
Coffee or tea?
Favorite extinct animal?
How long have you been on tumblr?
Desert island item?
Describe your aesthetic.
What's your dream job?
Relationship status?
Describe your favorite outfit.
Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?
What color is your hair?
Do you talk to yourself?
Do you wear makeup?
Best compliment you ever received?
@ your favorite blog.
ohhh anon ngl this was super fun to answer, thanks for sending it to me 💜
I have a light pink basic wallpaper, nothing fancy
Chocolate, always
My friends and siblings call me Ama, amara or mara, i’m also called aisha, which is my middle name💗
Teacher’s pet bc i’m trying to get into the mood when writing professor Eris pt 3💀🤤
Yess, this is the blog I write fanfics on!!
Nope!!
I have my nips pierced, I have three piercings in each ear and a nose stud. Bro when I tell you I almost passed tf out?? I hate needles but like i love to look cunty🤷🏽♀️
I honestly don’t know, maybe my kindness? I’m empathetic and very emotional. The thought of making someone sad or making them feel bad makes me feel physically ill.
An oreo, basic but delicious
Cat person for sureeee, i think dogs are cute but i prefer kitties
Headphones for sure, I never leave my house without them. I really recommend them too, they’re called skullcandy hesh evo and have amazing noise cancellation
I said fuck out loud
Did you know that goats have accents? Yeah, a goat from europe won’t understand a goat from asia. My grandmother owns goats and she let me know. At first I thought she was fucking with me but it’s true.
A night owl through and through, I sleep during the days and im awake during the nights
My bed for sure, it’s so comfortable bc i have the softest blankets and a massive comforter. My mattress is super plushy and it feels like sleeping on a cloud.
I think i’m bi with a preference for women
funny as fuck, introverted, anxious
Sweatpants at home, jeans outside
I don’t drink starbucks
obnoxiously bright and strong colors
Neither, I like super sweet drinks, but gun to my head the probs coffee.
Dinosaurs, love those lil fuckers
I’ve had this blog for almost 3 months but I had my old account for about 1 year.
If i could bring one item to a deserted island, i’d bring a sharp knife.
I think hyperfeminine and dark academia. My room is super cute in my opinion and it’s a mix between pink and dark colors. My outfit inspos are rachel green, monica geller and jasmine tookes.
My dream job is being a housewife and i’m so serious. I’m not made to sit in an office or work long hours. I just wanna stay at home, bake, look cute, make a house into a home and just exist. Is it really that hard 😩
I’m happily married to my hot wife @rowaelinsdaughter i love her SO MUCH🫶🏽
My fav outfit that I repeat is this one huge white sweater paired with my black pants, I pair it with black boots and a black long coat with a scarf from acne studios
anything chase atlantic, the nbhd, ldr, melanie martinez, burna boy ik the lyrics to hella songs but by fav is probably show me how by men i trust or art deco by ldr
My hair is black, jet black
yes, I talk to myself all the time…
Yes, I wear make up all the time I love it!!
That I have a nice vibe and energy. And I was once told by my sister that i’m the one she calls first for everything bc i’m the one she wants hearing good news first. She said she trusts me the most and i nearly cried😭😭😭
Here are my fav blogs -> !!!!
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Brain rotting about another thing, like, regarding my previous post.
I'm gonna go ahead and make it an x reader thing. Like, what if, the reader met buggy earlier. She is an orphan, she meets Buggy, they click, she see's Buggy as an Uncle and he see's Y/n as his niece.
Y/n actually has convinced him to be more of a good pirate, on the original town that Buggy was supposed to destroy in the anime, Y/n convinces Buggy not to do that and just rule over the island.
Buggy says it's not flashy enough until Y/n says that if he rules over the island and govern it properly, she'll dress up similarly to him and perform in his circus shows. And it is something Buggy wants so bad. So he does, and Y/n dresses up in a bodysuit clown outfit, it was colored like Buggy's, blue and white with hints of yellow and red. Y/n wore a corset, the bodysuit's color being blue. The corset being red with one side having white stars and the other white stripes. Having a white frilled turtleneck collar, the the edge that laid on her chest shaped like a semicircle coming up to her shoulders, small pompoms attached to her frilled collar as a replacement for buttons, colors switching between red and yellow. Bishop sleeves having white frills at the ends. Her legs being covered by white lace tights, her foot wear being heeled ankle boots, the colors on her left foot being being red with yellow stars, the right foot being colored blue with white polkadots while her hands were covered by white gloves.
Make up being done by Buggy himself, it was like Buggy's make up. Y/n wore a clown nose, being hit on the head by Buggy for the little stunt yet at the same time being praised for looking like "the flashiest man to ever be flashy". Y/n wore a blue wig, Buggy tying it into the same pigtail hairstyle he has, soon after helping Y/n put in yellow eye contacts.
When Y/n performed, the crowd went wild with every trick their whole circus performed. The final act being Y/n doing acrobatics and pulling stunts on the audience. The island was actually being taken good care of by Buggy and his crew, with Y/n helping once in a while with work.
Now, Buggy will still have yanderes on his a$$(Crocodile, Shanks and Mihawk) but does Y/n have them? Yes, she in fact does. Her yandere's being the rest of the anime cast. Yeah I know this is sort of boring, but the thing is, Buggy and Y/n doesn't really take it all that seriously. They're clowns okay??
But how would Buggy meet his yandere's and how does Y/n meet hers? Well, three years before Luffy set sail and he met Buggy, the clown duo would sometimes take off on the sea with some of their crew, the two clowns have visited Alabasta, adventuring in Alubarna and into the warlords famous casino. Y/n had coaxed Buggy to changing into normal clothes as to not gather too much attention, Buggy giving in when Y/n promised to perform in the next circus event on their little island.
Scenario:
Buggy sat on one of the stools, leaning on the counter of the bar. A rather relaxed expression painting over his facial features as he waited for his favorite and only niece, brows arched as he waited rather impatiently until a certain blue-wig wearing teen came hopping to him, wearing a white blouse with a pastel green strap square top dress, the skirt having a white checkered design. The girl's wig styled into low pigtails with her yellow contacts still in her eyes. Bouncing up on the stool next to Buggy with a smile as someone followed behind her, a chaperone that volunteered to look after Y/n, coming from the island they governed. Y/n stared at Buggy's outfit, proud of her work. The man wore a similar white blouse with a Navy blue vest over it, silver floral patterns intricately weaved onto it. The top paired with black pants, Buggy's hair was tied up into a ponytail, done by Y/n. The man wore a replica of Y/n's necklace.
Buggy scolded Y/n slightly for being slow, turning to her chaperone with a displeased frown, said chaperone averted his eyes while sweat-dropping, feeling a little down at their current rulers disappointment. Y/n quickly stood up from her seat, taking her Uncle's hand before dragging him somewhere around the casino. Her chaperone hastily trying to catch up with the duo.
The three were making a little noise, not enough to get the attention of the entire place, but enough to catch the attention of anyone within a ten feet distance. Y/n laughed as she continued dragging Buggy, the man grumbling but not fighting back while his niece's chaperone slightly yelled at them to slow down.
Y/n ran past a towering man and a tall woman, hand in hand with her uncle as she squealed when she tripped, bringing the big nosed man down with her. Buggy instantly shouting at his niece the moment they sat up, Y/n's chaperone helping them stand up and awkwardly standing beside Buggy with his hands tucked behind his back.
The trio was not ticked or bothered by the stares they gained, Milo, Y/n's chaperone was used to it. A certain warlord planted his eyes on the scene, eyes stilling on the vest wearing man with blue locks. The woman beside him was focused on the teen who only giggled at Buggy's scolding.
(Let's pretend that this is before Buggy earned his debt with Crocodile)
Okay so that's out of the way, how would Buggy meet Mihawk?? Well that's easy.
Another scenario:
It was rare but he did it, Mihawk had left the grand line, choosing to wander around East Blue. He had stopped on an Island, eyes roaming around as he noticed posters were stuck on the walls of a few buildings. Featuring the words "Circus Day!". The ever stoic man listened closely to the conversation of a group near him, taking note that they talked about a "King" and if the "princess" would perform today.
Curiosity piqued and feeling bored, the man decided to pay a visit(very unlikely, I know). Finding himself staring at the blue haired man that announced the start of the event, judging the outfit of the guy and the way he looked like a clown, unconsciously running his eyes all over the clowns facial features, devouring anything his outfit revealed to the world like a starved man. Catching himself humming shortly at the sound of Buggy's voice. He found the performance boring but nonetheless stayed, hoping that the clown from earlier would show up again, only to be disappointed when he didn't.
He was pleasantly surprised when at the final performance of the night, the man he was patiently waiting for came back out, yelling out that the final thing would be done by his one and only niece. Mihawk frowned when Buggy went out of his sight, his hands twitching as he held back the urge to stand up and follow the man. His eyes soon landing an a woman with the same blue hair that Buggy had.
Mihawk went back to the grand line with a newfound memory, the first and most valuable to him being the blue haired clown that announced the event and the second being said clowns niece who looked like the man he wanted to see the most in that event. Mihawk made a mental note to go back on the island after awhile. Now having a yearning to see the silly and unreasonable clown that caught his attention and planted an unidentified feeling in him.
Okay so that's that, and do I even have to explain how Buggy met Shanks??? But like, imagine that in the future, when Buggy and Y/n are getting chased by their perspective Yandere's, they stay on this island. At this time, Y/n had eaten a devil fruit, the DF being called the Fake Fake fruit where Y/n can make illusions that will feel real and actually is real until Y/n reverses or undo's her trick.
So while they're getting chased, Y/n Yandere's doesn't actually know that Y/n is Buggy's niece or that her blue "hair" and yellow "eyes" were real. It had been about a month after they narrowly escaped Buggy's captors. With the help of Y/n ofcourse, so on the island they stayed on, they made a plan.
Y/n never wore her beloved wig while they were loose and still running from their captors. She was a natural actor and played as a patient and quiet woman that couldn't lie. The complete opposite of how the real Y/n was, and being the icon that he was, Buggy was also an expert at acting. Y/n used her devil fruit to change her Uncle's appearance.
Changing his long, beautiful blue locks into short and clean dark brown hair. Changing his eye color to black and changing his nose to a regular one, no matter how weird it felt. Buggy acted like a complete gentleman on their stay on the island they had stopped on, keeping calm and composed whenever trouble brewed. Again, a complete opposite to how really is.
Let's hope that when a certain yonko and two former shichibukai visit, they're cover doesn't get blown up.
Yeah that's all, I'm calling this the "Clown!Y/n" Au just incase Authors wanna write a fic about it👀👀
(PLEASE DO😭😭😭💀💀💀)
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[ID Start: Digital drawing. On a gray solid background is my 4 OCs, Parker (16-years-old, white skin, blond straight short spiky hair shaved on the side, light blue eyes, buff build, wearing a red T-shirt, gray sweatpants, and gray socks), Bree (14-years-old, white skin with freckles, dark blue eyes, long red wavy hair, lanky, wearing a red plaid hoodie with black leggings and boots), Charlotte (13-years-old, black skin, brown curly hair with cornrows braiding into two puffs with her left puff having red tips and her right puff having blue tips, thin, wearing a light green sweater with blue jeans and dark green sneakers with purple laces), and Milani (11-years-old, brown skin, short choppy wavy black hair, thin, wearing a green T-shirt, khaki shorts, and brown socks with green sneakers).
All three girls are dangling onto Parker in some way. Bree clings onto his back, arms wrapped around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist. She grins at him. Charlotte climbs over one of his arms, eyes closed and a smile. Milani dangles on his other arm as if it’s a tree branch, her back facing the audience. Parker smiles through the strain of holding all three girls. End ID]
Headcanon that Parker takes into account for his weightlifting journey becoming strong enough to be able to carry around his three little found family bb sisters even as they age, bc he knows dam well that Travis’s weak ass won’t be able to carry them around after some point 💀
Like one of the girlies gets a growth spurt and goes up to Parker saying “ayo, I’m [X] amount of pounds now, so get to work” once they learn that Parker is, in fact, incorporating the fact that they liked to be carried around as a motive to get stronger.
It’s just so silly and cute, I love it.
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Slasher Oc Introduction
Idk if I'll actually do any writing for him, but he is so <33 also fair warning that the fun fact section is a massive game "one of these things is not like the other!" I didn't know how to organize it 💀
Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @bugginbeetlew
Name: Emil Müller
Age: 23
Birthdate: December 1st, Sagittarius 🏹
Gender: Transman (He/Him)
Orientation: Bisexual
Status: Single
Lives in: Brooklyn, New York
Appearance
Height: 5'9"
Eye Color: Green
Hair: Bleached blonde hair with brown roots showing, he has shaggy, wavy hair that ends just below the bust . Hair is occasionally tied back when on the job
Ethnicity: German-American
Race: White
Body description: Trapezoid body shape (Broad shoulders, but rather stocky and straight downwards), has a bit of chub, though he's not too large, has bigger arms, thighs, and a tiny bit of stomach fat
Body extras: Has light, patchy facial hair along his chin and has a thin scar across his cheek, has a healed over broken/crooked nose
Style: Very low key and practical: has cheap jackets and constantly wears a denim, sherpa lined jacket that was passed down from his father. Layers a lot of clothing and has a color palette consisting of black, brown, and muted earthy tones. Constantly wears thick black boots
Personality
Quiet, stoic, very observant of people and their body language, a complete softie on the inside- he's outwardly very giving and cares about his loved ones, rather judgemental of others upon meeting (first impressions last forever with him), high sense of justice, takes a long time before he opens up
Extras
Occupation: Butcher by day, hitman by night
Weapon of choice: Knife, guns draw too much attention
Fun Facts:
- He is a cannibal
- Feeds off of those he has hits on, which are typically wealthy, high-class folk
- Cooks up the meat and turns it into meals for those in poverty, kind of in a robin hood way
- He's bilingual: his first language was German, then English
- He grew up lower class himself and held resentment towards the rich; this is his way of actually making them useful to society
- Don't be mistaken though, there is a hint of sadism that lies underneath his sense of "vigilantism". His kills often stem from anger, he soaks in the power trip of eating another human being. Like a lion and his prey.
- His habit of people watching and observing body language stemmed from childhood- he was slow to learn English and was isolated in school, so he observed his peers instead
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what do u think modern revalink would wear!! me personally I think link is either plain tshirt + cargo shorts every day of the week or crop tops and backless shirts and layers of jewelry, no in between 💀 and revali definitely thrifts bc he thinks it makes him look cool, he probably has 100 pinterest boards of outfits he wants to try, honestly if he wasn't so interested in pursuing flight school he might go into fashion 😭 OH he definitely owns a pair of aviator sunglasses, also I just get fur coat vibes from him
CARGO SHORTS HAHAHHA THAT'S VERY LINK VIBES FOR SURE!!!! like link either dresses like a dad or he's showing so much skin pastors everywhere are sweating. casually, link wears the most random graphic tee + sweatpants or old PE shorts from high school LMFAOKJDHFJKD and also flip flops. if he's feeling a little fancy he has the most beat-up pair of white airforce 1s. i lowkey think he has a pair of black af1s that he keeps in mint condition and wears on ~special occasions~ but i Love love LOVE the idea of link wearing crop tops, backless shirts, and jewelry omg 😭🤍 he only wears stuff like that also for special occasions like the usual job interview or date night with revali <3 u know that meme that's like. Steal the Look! $2,450 and it will be like Shirt -$30, Pants - $45, Shoes - $80, Lingerie Set - $2,325 because that's totally link. tell me he's not wearing the sexiest lingerie under his date night outfit like COME ON NOW! but i also believe in link wearing a lot of oversized hoodies, big shirts, and baggy jeans etc he's very stylish and in with the trends
I AGREE WITH REVALI THRIFTING he believes in sustainable clothing and Only wears clothes he's thrifted or are from sustainable and environmentally friendly companies. he actively despises those tiktok girlies who thrift and resell on fucking depop for like 100x the price like he calls them out and roasts them in an 45 min long youtube video 😭 it's so humiliating for them that some of the tiktok girlies be deleting their accounts...... i love the pinterest board stuff too, i have one of just clothes and outfits i think are neat and want, but revali has like 20 different boards for outfit ideas based on 20 different and specific vibes. revali believes in always looking his best before he leaves the house and regularly dresses like wisdom kaye or, i specifically thought of these concept photos of taehyung from proof since you mentioned fur coat? revali makes link match with him for a date night so link ends up wearing jungkook's outfit from the same concept photos. god these men r fine asf WHEWWW! revali is just as broke as the rest of us but he LOOKS rich with the way he pairs clothing together
yes to revali's aviator glasses but link makes fun of him for wearing them inside and revali's is like IT'S FOR THE AESTHETIC!!!!!!!! link wears bucket hats because i said so. idc argue with the wall for this one he would look so cute in a bucket hat and revali thinks so too. he has so many pictures of link in a bucket hat on his phone. they both have platform doc martens, link has the boots and revali also has boots but also the oxfords.
revali has a bomber jacket from his grandfather who was a pilot. link likes to steal it sometimes because it's oversized and smells like revali <3
link learned how to crochet for funsies and made revali a bright blue scarf as a gift, and revali was so touched he centered every single outfit he wore for the next two weeks around the scarf (dw he washed it, he's a clean freak). like revali cherishes it so much he has it displayed in their house 😭
last one for now and i'm gonna project even more onto link, but he luvs jewelry. he looks especially good in gold, but he rocks any piece he wears. he has so much jewelry, revali built him a whole vanity with multiple drawers and storage space for all of the jewelry. revali randomly gets him jewelry as gifts every now and then, and he always gets it custom-crafted by a jeweler who's a friend of urbosa. link almost always wears the first necklace that revali ever gifted him for his birthday and it's beautiful sapphire wrapped in gold. also link wears a body chain under his crop tops sometimes and revali is obsessed with it he cannot keep his hands off of link's waist or his eyes away from the way the chain glints against link's tummy :)
#revalink#loz#botw#loz botw#legend of zelda#amihan's revalinkverse#amihan's headcanons#ask#cryiling#i'm obsessed with this ask this is so fun#revali lost his fucking mind when he saw link wearing a body chain for the first time#link and revali have matching bracelets with each other's initials on it#revali likes to do outfits where they're coordinated to each other#like still exemplifying their own styles but related to each other's outfits and colors and stuff ykwim?#revali keeps up with the fashion world for sure#you would think he owns mostly luxury or designer brands but he actually hates name brands and capitalism#if he has a luxury brand item he thrifted it and he makes sure everyone knows it's thrifted and he would never put money in their hands#revali wants to create a luxury brain that's sustainable and environmentally friendly one day#link likes to come with revali on his thrift runs :)#link is like revali's personal mannequin#since link doesn't care That much about looking good all the time#(because he's already effortlessly beautiful according to revali)#he lets revali style him if revali insists and he enjoys it a lot bc it makes revali happy :>
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Neutralised (1994): S01 E01 [1/5]
(Meant to be read like a TV show, or the description of a TV show)
Warnings: Shitty writing (I'm rusty on television writing), death & dead bodies, 90s fashion decisions (can you tell I don't know what to mention), misunderstandings & perceived abuse, cheesy nicknames, violence & Swearing.
2000 ish words. Please tell me if you want to be tagged.
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The scene opens on a graveyard at dawn, a figure holds a shovel and attempts to dig, but the ground is too cold and hard. Next to him is a completely black golf-cart type vehicle.
A small subtitle appears at the bottom of the screen, it reads 'January 1st 1994, Chicago, Illinois'.
As the camera gets closer to the figure we can see them in more detail, blonde hair and glasses wearing a denim shirt and jeans under a dark brown winter coat, along with black boots, the faint hint of stubble colours his jawline in a tint of gold. This is Caleb 'Cal' willow, head grave-digger, 32 years old, British-American, six-foot tall and good-looking even though he doesn't wish to be anyone's eye-candy.
The figure (Cal) stops, leaving the shovel standing straight up in the frozen ground as he leans on it and looks towards something off-camera.
The camera shifts to behind the man in denim and we see truck, a beat-up, old, purple, 1989 Ford F-150.
The shot gets closer and the couple in the car are suddenly clearer.
The man in the driver's seat is hefty and has a smug smirk on his face, his leather jacket covers a stained off-white tank-top, a baseball cap covers most of his curly brown hair, except for the week-old beard and puts his blue eyes in shadow. This is Lance Carter, an electrician, 30 years old, originally from Mississippi, six-foot-two and a former college athlete.
"You gotta stop trippin' over yer feet, Mona." He grumbles as he leans over to kiss the woman.
The woman, 'Mona' is paler than her lover, light blonde hair, styled into bangs and a ponytail, and bright blue eyes contrast with her black painted lips and dark crimson eyeshadow, her red V-neck sweater vest and black long-sleeve shirt show a hint of cleavage and a black heart necklace. Her bangs barely hide a poorly covered bruise from that earlier morning. This is Monday 'Mona' Duke, the youngest grave-digger, 26 years old, born and raised in Eloia, five-foot-one and deceptively lean.
"I'll try not to, my Lancelot. I'ma go hand Cal his coffee, I love you and I'll see you later." Mona whispers, kissing his cheek and pulling away to get out of the truck.
Mona takes a set of three paper cups and a black satchel bag with her, the camera shifts to show her walking, with a slight but noticeable limp on her right side, towards Cal, his figure standing in the graveyard, and we see she's wearing black cargo pants and black heavy boots with inch-thick platforms on the bottom.
"Bram not here yet?" She calls as she walks over.
"Not yet, Mona, waiting for the call to say he's got religious reasons." Cal breathes out a cloud as he sighs, happily taking a cup from his female co-worker.
"We should have taken today off, but then again, you don't care about New Year's Day, and I don't want to be in the same apartment as my dumbass boyfriend."
"Go send Prince Charming away then, Princess." Cal chuckles softly.
Mona jogs back to the car, which isn't easy with her limp being made worse by the freezing weather.
"Lance, I'm at work now, you can leave."
Lance leans out of the window to kiss Mona, when they pull away a man can be seen between them, about six feet from the car.
The man is tall, broad shoulders with a black trench-coat draped over them, his pale blue jumper clashes slightly with the dark green colour of his trousers, and the maroon brown shade of his boots. His curly black hair comes to rest just above his dark brown eyes and aquiline nose, his scowling lips are framed by a neatly trimmed goatee. This is Abraham 'Bram' Machado, the tallest grave-digger, 30 years old, born and raised in Idaho, six-foot-three and easily angered.
He glares at Lance as the man drives away, his rage vanishes as he looks at Mona.
"Morning, Mona, sorry I'm late Cal… car troubles." The tallest member of the trio nervously explains, gesturing to his car parked neatly in its place, the only hint of damage is a cracked passenger window.
"Lateness I expect from Mona, not from you, Bram." Cal huffs as he once again tries to dig the frozen dirt.
Mona limps a couple paces before sitting in the black golf-cart.
"Are you doing okay, Mona?" Bram raises an eyebrow in concern, taking a swig from the final cup of coffee to hide the scowl on his lips.
She nods, taking a sip from her coffee before she turns to scan across the graveyard, her eyes widen when she spots something.
Cal gestures for Bram to put his drink down and focus on the work. Bram nods but stares at Mona as he continues working.
"Excuse me, sir," Mona starts walking towards a slumped figure, "you can't sleep out here, you'll catch your demise, mister?" She pokes the figure with her foot, dropping down to check their pulse.
Cal and Bram stop and silently watch as Mona slowly stands and starts carefully walking backwards towards them.
"Monday, are you alright?" Cal's voice waivers slightly as he starts to realise what the lady grave-digger has seen.
"Monday, come here, you shouldn't look at that. Mona, Mona come here." Bram pulls Mona towards him, making her squeak as her smaller frame collides with his chest, he shields her body with his.
Cal grabs his phone from his back pocket and dials a number, the scene starts to fade out as Cal says, "Hey, Boss…"
The next scene fades in, an office, cramped and claustrophobic.
An older gentleman, his black hair balding, short of both stature and temper, wearing an all black suit more at home in the 70s, along with black leather gloves on his hands. He sits at an old wooden desk and shakes his head as he grabs a small pile of paperwork.
"These are your witness reports," He looks at the trio, annoyed at them, "I'm not letting you three get off of work just because you found a body. Miss Duke, shift's over, I'll see you later. Out." The older man, Mr Mortimer according to the name plaque on his desk, grumbles in an Italian accent, waving the three grave-diggers out of his tiny office.
They step out into a larger room, past a young black man sitting with his feet on his desk reading 'Funeral Monthly', and through another door into what almost looks like a gothic hotel lobby. At the desk sits a larger, blond gentleman, downing an energy drink with an obvious 'I don't want to be here' attitude.
Cal strikes up a conversation with him with a casual, "Hey, King." Then the conversation fades into background noise.
"Hey, Monday… Are, are you sure you're okay, Mona?" Bram whispers as he sits down with her on one of the benches in the lobby.
"Yeah I'm fine, Bram, it's nothing I haven't seen before," She shrugs, "Lance should be here soon to take me to the café anyway." Mona's voice is a mile a minute, it's clear that this is just how she talks, fast-paced with little time to relax, as is her lifestyle.
But at the mention of Lance, Bram's soft, caring smile drops, replaced with a scowl full of hate as he hunkers down, placing his forearms against his thighs, he glares at the entrance and his jaw clenches tight, hands already balled into fists.
He's shaken from the mist of blind anger by Mona gently patting his shoulder as a gesture of thanks.
Mona heads outside, lighting up a cigarette as Bram stands, stopping himself from following her, he waits for Cal to leave first.
Bram glares at Lance as Mona kisses her boyfriend and leaves with him, Bram continues glaring until he can't see the truck anymore.
"Drop the glare, we have work to do. You can fight him when Mona isn't around him," Cal nudges Bram's arm, "c'mon Romeo."
The two men climb into the golf-cart and head back to the grave they were digging.
Meanwhile, Mona and Lance share an awkward moment of silence before Lance huffs a hefty sigh.
"Are we gonna talk about it?" He grumbles.
"What? The dead frozen guy?" Mona raises an eyebrow at the gruff tone of her boyfriend's voice.
"No, Mona. Are we gonna talk about him, the tall guy you work with?"
"Bram? What about him?" She shrugs, not understanding the question.
"He glares at me, every time I drop you off or pick you up. Hell, Mona, he glares at me when I visit you at work."
"He's just protective, it's not every day that someone shows up with bruises and a limp."
Mona checks her hairline in a compact mirror, showing the bruises, which can't be older than a week or less, she attempts to cover them with makeup and fixes her bangs to hide them again.
"I know that, but it's every time, not just today." Lance slams hard on the horn and silently mouths a couple curse words at another driver.
Mona jumps at the noise of the horn, Lance notices and takes her hand to press a reassuring kiss to the back of her palm.
"I didn't realise that, Lancelot, but pay him no attention. I'm your girl, not his." Mona whispers as Lance parks the truck.
As soon as Mona steps out of the truck, the back door of the café swings open and a young man, in white clothes and an apron, with jet black hair comes rushing out, stopping when he sees Mona and rushing over to hug her.
"Fry, down baby brother, down." Mona chuckles softly.
Fry puts his hands up and takes a step back, "Estelle's here. She's mad at Angelo."
"Why's she mad at Angelo for?"
As Mona steps through the door the camera follows her and when it swings back the screen goes black.
The scene fades back and the camera raises diagonally out of the grave Cal and Bram have been digging. Cal and Bram have both ditched their jackets by this point, Cal's denim shirt has sweat stains in the armpits. Bram is in the process of taking his jumper off, revealing a long-sleeved beige undershirt and suspenders.
"So, what's the deal with you and Mona?" Cal asks, watching as Bram's shoulders drop as he sighs.
"The deal with me and Monday," Bram murmurs as he places his jumper in the cart, "From the day she got hired, I thought me and her would be friends, or maybe more, but she doesn't see me in that way. If she truly wants Lance, then the lord better fix him fast." Bram grumbles as he avoids looking Cal in the eyes.
Cal goes to speak, falling silent as both men look towards the sound of tires screeching to a halt.
Lance's truck pulls up beside the row of headstones, the driver's side door swings open and he steps out, scowling as he looks at Cal and Bram.
The passenger door swings open and a young, golden haired man in a dark blue security uniform steps out and rushes over to Lance's side. The name tag on his chest reads 'Kane Carter'. This is Kane 'K.C' Carter, the day-shift security guard, 27 years old, the younger brother of Lance, five-foot-nine and a man who is usually late due to being a heavy sleeper.
"Piss off, Kane." Lance growls, taking off his jacket and throwing it onto the seat before slamming the car door.
"Lance, don't. Think about what Monday would want." K.C tries to push his brother towards the car as Lance storms towards the grave-diggers.
"Don't you dare." Cal whispers as he pries Bram's hand off the shovel, chucking both potential weapons in the back of the cart.
Bram stands his ground, glaring daggers at Lance as the, slightly shorter, tall man advances.
#original character#original characters#original writing#original series#Neutralised#episode 1#season 1#1x01#1x01 pilot#cal#mona#lance#bram#mr mortimer#gray#king#fry#k.c#tagging only alfred because i hope the molina girlies like bram#alfred molina
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Dude show us your punk clothes (if you're comfortable)! I've always wanted to dress that way but my personality doesn't match up 🥲
AHHHHH YES OKAY ID LOVE TO SHOW SOME OF MY STUFF GHGHFHGFHDGD-
but like first i just wanna ask wdym it ur personality doesn’t match up??? you don’t have to act a certain way to be punk! just like you don’t have to look a certain way either. if you really wanna dress this way, then i say go for it dude- don’t let anyone or anything hold you back :D
but anyways here’s my shit! along with these i have another jacket and a pair of jeans, but i honestly hate how they look atm and i’m in the process of fixing them so i’m not gonna show ‘em 🙃 all of these are works in progress tho too bc i have a lot of patches made for them but i havent had time/energy to to actually sew them on
so! in order we have my shorts, front and back, my vest, front and back, my shitty walmart boots, and one of my many soda tab chains (and you can see the sides of the jeans i mentioned im working on)
the vest is probably my favorite out of everything bc it’s the first project i ever stared. originally i was just gonna paint the back in a white outline of the danger days mailbox, but then i added color and then i added the tabs to the back, and then i found a bunch of old pins and i cut the sleeves off and it was just all down(up) -hill from there!!
i also love it bc i got called a poser once by an old man who thought i didn’t have enough “real punk bands” on it and i fucking love being called a poser it’s literally so funny to me 💀 like fuck off dude it’s my jacket, it’s supposed to represent me, i’m gonna put all my favorite bands on it regardless of whatever fucking genre they are!! that doesn’t make me any less punk!!!
but yeah, moral of the story is wear what you want, dress how you want, be rad as fuck and don’t let anyone stop you!!! thanks for the ask and the excuse to ramble abt my clothes and thoughts and shit :D have a great day! <3
#asks#punk fashion#my clothes#my projects#also like if anyone wants me to go more in depth on how i did/made any of this shit lmk#or if y’all just want punk fashion tips in general i got a lotta ways to make things easier#maybe i’ll show the pants/jacket too when i get them actually looking decent. if anyone’s interested in that#also fun story; i laos got called a poser bc of the rolling stones patch bc i couldn’t name any songs but like.#the patch used to belong to my grandpa. i wear it bc he wore it. it’s sentimental.#idk i just love when i get called a poser it’s so dumb to me 😂
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