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ghostheartfelt · 10 months

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*:･｡☆ tags: damsel in distress!reader, reader will have a father daughter relationship with dutch, slowburn romance, no use of y/n, reader is nicknamed "Miracle" once she settles in with the gang. THIS IS SET BEFORE THE FLEE OF BLACKWATER.

*:･｡☆ warnings: mentions of kidnapping/attempts of kidnapping, blood and gore (mostly js people gettin shot n shit 🙏🏼 it's rdr afterall.) period typical undertones of sexism. canon typical violence. mentions of animal abuse/neglect

〔☆〕 desc: during a little break at the saloon, you're interrupted by an O'Driscoll who presses a gun to your back and forces you out of the saloon for a kidnapping. the Van Der Linde group comes to your rescue.

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a/n: hey! this is part one of my arthur morgan x fem!reader slowburn series. i know it starts off a little funky, but i promise you’re in for a treat!! feedback/ideas are greatly appreciated! 🤭🪭 this part is mostly focused on the reader developing relationships with the other members of the gang. (p.s i promise reader isn’t a mary sue 😭 this is just for build up!)

Your hands stay busy loading and spinning the barrel of your duel Widowmakers. They were beautifully customized, and you just purchased a brand new cylinder from the gunsmith. There were elk carvings on the wood handle—your holsters having the same stitching as they rest on your waist under your coat—and freshly polished metals.

You were quietly listening in on the discussions that swarmed at every angle in the Saloon. You’d traveled from Strawberry to Valentine to receive your prescription from Doctor Calloway.

Smithfield has tried a fair amount to ask you out for a dinner, or a horseback ride to Saint Denis, and as much as you loved horseback riding, you declined kindly.

He mailed you a letter asking that you come to his office to obtain it. You caught a stagecoach and paid five dollars for the ride, then took yourself to the saloon first for a quick lamb heart stew, which was something you always made sure to grab upon visiting Valentine, making you a familiar customer with the owner, Mr. Smithfield.

As you stood and adjusted your skirt while stuffing your revolver into its holster that stayed hidden under your coat, a barrel of a gun pressed against your back. Your eyes shot open and you refused to turn your head to see who your threat was.

The man stunk of alcohol, cigarettes, and pure grime, and the scent only grew stronger as you felt his face press against your hair to whisper in your ear.

“Act natural, pretty thing.”

His body closed in against your back with his hip bones digging into your waist. He wasn’t very tall, nor muscular, perhaps about five foot six.

“Do you always greet a pretty woman like this?” You hiss quietly as he twists the gun into your back, guiding you out. He makes sure to snatche your purse from off the table you were seated at—which you didn’t mind too much since you were struggling financially with only about thirty dollars to your name—you didn’t even get to pay your tab off. You hoped Smithfield would understand.

“Shut up and move, girl.” He rejoined.

Undoubtedly, your heart raced in your chest as you both stepped out of the Saloon. There’s another stagecoach with a few other men seated, causing your eyes to widen. This is a kidnapping, not a robbery, you thought, and that was when sweat began to head down from your scalp.

“She’s a good one, Welts!” one snorted. He had crooked and several missing teeth, a lazy eye, and his brown hair was greasy, and he just looked downright disgusting.

“O’Driscoll will be real happy!”

That was when you froze in your place as you were turned around and patted down for any extra goods; the male in front of you had managed to find a pearl necklace from the depths of your dress pocket, and you scrambled to try and grab it from him.

“Please, don’t take that, take anything else.” You were surprised to find yourself pleading to this man. To an O’Driscoll.

Welt’s head tilted and he let out a loud laugh before he took his revolver, slamming the barrel and cylinder rough against your cheekbone, immediate pain and heat surged as it quickly began to swell, and your body twists, landing on the ground with your palms flat in the dirt below you.

You reach one of your hands—that had grains of tiny rocks stuck in your bleeding skin—up to touch your cheek, a quick feeling of regret causing you to yank your head away from the pain.

“You’re a scum!” you try to turn your head, yet he grabs a full fist of your hair and unsheathes his knife, cutting off a thick chunk of your locks. You gasped weakly.

The men above you bursted into laughter while instead tears stung your eyes. “Speak when spoken to, woman,” he grimaced. You feel for the hair he sliced, and your lip quivers. These were definitely Colm O’Driscoll’s men.

Welts gripped your upper arm, and pulled you onto your feet. Accidentally, you rip your dress from your feet getting caught in the fabric as you struggle to stand with the man swinging you around like a lasso.

You feel his revolver get pinned into your back once again as he taps the barrel against you, gesturing you to walk towards the coach. You hesitated, which he didn’t take kindly. You heard the hammer click, and that’s when you caught yourself walking.

“Hello, gentlemen!” an exuberant voice joins in, and you turn your head to look at the man. He was neatly shaven, besides just a bit of clean stubble along his chin. His hair seemed slicked back at the top, even with a black hat, and he was in a long-sleeved white and blue striped shirt, a black vest, and black slacks.

His boots were black with brown spurs. He had his hand on his belt, though not over his holsters that you think were home to dual revolvers. You were just about tired of seeing men with guns.

Guns. You thought. I’m as dumb as a rat—you shimmy your arm down to press against your waist, feeling for your Widowmakers. You felt the hardness with your wrist, playing it calm, and cool. Welts was just as dumb, if not more—he hasn’t even realized you were armed, not that you knew how to use them, anyway. Your hand drags away. Most likely, you wouldn’t be able to beat the man in a sharpshoot.

“Now, a little birdy told me you were being not so nice to this innocent woman, is that true?” The black-haired male, being passive aggressive, sends you kind eyes that leave you feeling skeptical.

You notice his friends.

One was in a low ponytail, and had a sombrero on his head, and the other had olive skin and a hat with a small feather in it’s band.

“She’s my wife, she’s drunk, and these men have offered to take us home. Go along with your business.” Welts snarled as he pushed your shins into the step of the stagecoach. Never in a million years would you even think to date or marry an O’Driscoll—especially not him.

His hair was greasy, and there was collected dirt behind his ears. With his gapped teeth, and his uncared for eyebrows. You wanted to murder the ratbag for laying his dirty fingers on you.

“You tellin’ me the little birdy is a liar?” the man asks, his tone lowering.

“Hell is your problem?” Welts’ eyebrows furrowed.

His gun against your back was starting to feel like it was forming a circular mark on your back from the muzzle.

“I surely don’t remember a time where I saw a loyal man pinning a gun to his wife’s back,” another one of the man’s friends appeared. He had darker skin, Native American features, and a braid running down his own back.

His arms were folded against his chest that was covered in a brown long-sleeved tunic.

“Do you know this man, miss?” His eyes drag to yours with a softer expression creasing his features.

Once you open your mouth to speak, you’re silenced with a quick shoulder shove forcing you into the coach.

“She does, now leave us be.” He sat himself down next to you. Your head turns to look at them as your face twists into fear.

There were five men; the black-haired one, the one with the braid, the male with the ponytail, the scarred Scottish man, and another male who was a bit taller and quieter. His hair was more brown, his face was scruffy, and he wore a black gamblers hat.

“Come on now, hold your horses, compadre!” The one with the ponytail waved his hand in the air, though the man standing in the front seat of the stagecoach flicked the reins against the hinds of both of the gray and black horses, causing them to squeal and chase out of Valentine.

Panic surged through you, raising your adrenaline. When you try to crane your head to see if the men decided to leave, your chest is pushed back against the seat by one of Welts’ companions. Suddenly, the one who’d exchanged you the soft look—which you now have come to believe was the leader—yelled out, and all the men followed his command. “Saddle up, boys, we got ourselves a couple’a maggots!”

You heard two, or three, or four, of them whistle a call to their horses and moments later, they were chasing down the stagecoach. You felt a tinge of hope, and trusted that these men would save you.

“Can these sons’a bitches go any faster?!” Welts hands gripped the seat the driver sat on with his head turned over his shoulder.

When the shooting began, you quickly ducked and let out a distressed noise. Bullets flew all around you, and you covered your ears. You looked up, and immediately the driver had a bullet pierce his skull. You screamed, some of the red paste splattering onto your face. The driver fell off the front of the coach, and you gasped as the wheels ran over the body, the lump making you wobble. You lift yourself up, and take a hold of the seats to stabilize yourself.

The horses stressed, unsure what to do, and you looked around frantically. Another one of the men attempted to cross over and take hold of the reins, but he received the same fate, instead his body leaned over yours, and you pushed it off the edge before it toppled on you.

“Girl!” One of the men yelled, catching your attention. “Do ya know how to drive that thing?!” His accent was thick, and his voice was deep with a slight rasp. You’d gotten a more clear look at his face now that it wasn’t half-covered with his hat. “I said, do ya know how to drive it?!” His horse sped up along the side of the coach, and you frantically nodded your head. You used to be a Stagecoach Taxi at fourteen. You just hoped you still had it in you.

You tore the fabric of the hem of your dress some more until the fabric stopped just above your knees, then hopped over before you’re pulled back by the neck; a man’s arm choking you and smashing both sides of your head as he squeezed his arm making you fall back onto the floor. “Stupid bitch,” the man huffed and grunted, shooting off a few rounds.

“Arthur, Arthur, no!” the leader yelled from behind. “You’ll risk shootin’ her! Put that gun down!”

He was right; the coach was teetering from side to side, and would be sure to tumble off the edge of a cliff if it were to get close enough.

They’d be sure to go off-road with the horses only knowing to go in one direction at the speed they were currently.

These horses were abused, whip welts covering both their hinds and backs, it was disgusting.

You sputtered out a few coughs as the man cut off your entire circulation, your fingers to pry at his arms and your nails scratch at his skin.

He drops you and you slump onto the floor. You hit your head on some metal, yet quickly recover. While the man is distracted, you throw your head at his pants and bite on his groin through the slacks, immediately, he lets out a yowl and accidentally pulls the trigger of his Litchfield Rifle as he falls off the carriage, which ricochets off a steel base, and strikes your shoulder.

A cry leaves your throat and you slap your hand over the wound. Blood seeps through the cloth of your ruffled top, but you swing yourself back over and take hold of the reins.

You feel your head pounding, but you pull back the reins and attempt to slow the horses down, though they don’t abide. The horses are panicked, unsure how to react.

“Don’t stop the coach!” the man with the feather in his hat, shooting over his shoulder.

”Well, what the hell do I do then?!” Your eyebrows furrow. “There’s more! They just keep comin’!” you turn your head at his words, and your eyes widen to see more O’Driscoll men trailing behind on coaches and horses.

“Jump on my horse!” The man with the striped shirt yells in your direction, and you look at him as if he’s crazy. “I’ll grab you, don’t worry about falling, but hurry it up!” His voice booms, going rasp.

“Now! Now!” He pulls back the reins of his horse, causing it to halt, and with a running start, you jump off the coach and onto his horse, his arm pulling you up as you almost fall off the horse’s hind to sit upright.

The horses to the coach attempt to stop at the edge of the cliff they ran too, though the coach pushes them over. You gasp, and turn your head as your hands grip the man’s jacket that was in front of you.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, sweetheart,” he clears his throat, and turns his horse around. His friends caught up, and their horses skidded to a stop.

“Dutch! What the hell was that for?” The male, who had directed you to not stop the stagecoach, his face was twisted with fury.

“Do you trust me, or not, son?” The man, who now is identified as Dutch, questions him, then elbows you lightly. “John Marston, he’s the hothead if you couldn’t tell, ain’t that right, boys?” He let out a humorous laugh. “Damn straight.” The one with the sombrero howls.

You had to keep yourself from passing out, which failed miserably. “You alright back there, miss?” He nudged your body again. Your eyes began to shut on you, and you slumped against the man’s back, then began to slide off the horse and onto the ground.

“Shit, shit!” Dutch took quick notice of your wounds. “Ain’t any of you tell me she was shot!” He wheezed, rushing off his horse. Everything faded to black.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan fanfic #arthur morgan red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption fanfiction #red dead fanfic #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption arthur #arthur morgan is sexy #ghostheartfelt #ghostheartfelt writing

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vcd777 · 1 year

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kissing head canons with joão?

kissing with João headcannons

warnings: suggestive??

a/n: short sorry my minds been foggy also im Mexican so i call soccer, football so just keep that in mind

• almost always turns into a makeout session

• he has really soft lips that are just perfect to kiss

• he kisses you whenever he feels like it

• when hes really needy he’ll moan into your mouth

• has his hand on your neck or your waist 🤭🤭

• sometimes he gets shy to ask for a kiss so he will just look at you and js have a tiny pout and you know he wants a kiss

• he loves having you on his lap when he kisses you

• always sneaking little kisses during his games or at events

• he’ll teach you how to play football and everytime you make a goal he’ll give you a kiss

• whenever you drive instead of him hes giving you little kisses at a red light

• he’ll give you kisses infront of guys that he knows are intrested in you

#joao felix imagine #joao felix x reader #joão felix imagine #joão felix x reader #joão felix #joao felix #football x reader #football imagine #soccer imagine

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renslo161605 · 5 months

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The old Camp Gals

Okay brief headcanon/backstory thing

This obviously isn't probably canon but- whatev I'm having fun leave me.

ELIZA JONAS -

Eliza worked in the bar but she was like a play-gal. She KNEW she was purdy and she used it by robbing drunk perverts and such, sometimes she'd end up killing them depending on how things went. But she did actually love Arthur and would often swap between the camp and the saloon she worked in ( keeping in mind in Arthurs words the gang was much less of a gang and more laid back then) when she had Isaac tho, she became good and honest for him. She always had a grudge against Arthur because she sacrificed everything for Isaac and he couldn't even give up a gun. She never really fell in love with an another man but her and Arthur weren't a thing for long. Mary happened somewhere inbetween Isaacs birth and Elizas death.

BESSIE MATTHEWS -

Okay i know Bessie looks STRIKINGLY like Mary Gillis in this and trust, she wasn't meant to. It just happened.

Anyway her and Hosea were never able to bare children and so basically just adopted everyone. Eliza was an orphan and never really had a female role model, Bessie quickly stepped into that role snd they got close - Bessie would often look after her when she was pregnant and help her with Isaac. When Bessie died Eliza stopped going to see the gang as much and simply waiting for Arthur to come to her. She was like a grandma to Isaac.

SUSAN GRIMSHAW -

idk how canon it is but i saw an old photo of her somewhere? I prob js missed it in the game but the photo was mighty purdy. But rarely do i see people talking about miss Grimshaws scar on her face? Maybe thats why she's so insecure - maybe that 'tainted' her beauty and Dutch quickly replaced her with Annabel, who he deemed 'more pretty' and she forever had a distain toward girls she thought were pretty. I actually love miss Grimshaw she needs more appreciation.

ANNABEL STARK (?) -

Not much to say about her. Her father was a bigger business man but tried to basically sell her, Dutch 'saved' her snd from then on she was 'golden girl'. She never got a chance to experience the loss of love that Miss Grimshaw and Molly O'shea did as she was murdered whilst picking flowers by Colm O'driscoll.

Yeah this is really far from canon but I'm having fun LMAOO

Elizas my fave dunno if you can tell...

<33

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zero-braincells-left · 1 year

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holes fandom IM BACK AND TODAY ILL BE DISCUSSING THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN BOOK AND MOVIE I LIKED AND DISLIKED

(future me, after writing this, it’s a lil weird i yoinked my name from zero but whatever he’s so gender so don’t mind that)

-1. first up, the things they didn’t have in the movie, my 2 fav scenes. the first one was when they’re on the mountain, after finding water—the flowers petal scene. in the book, zero is asleep, stanley is awake and watching him. there’s a good few paragraphs dedicated to stanley pretty much admiring him. basically for those who don’t know, there’s like a flower petal on zero’s face that goes back n forth as he breathes and Stanley notes that it’s like smth out of a cartoon. after a few MINUTES it falls and Stanley basically thinks “I wanna put it back but.. it wouldn’t be the same.” also he describes zeros face as “being lit in the moonlight” and if that aint romantic idk what is. THE MOVIE, MUCH TO MY DISMAY, DID NOT HAVE THIS.

-2. when they are walking back to the camp, they’re being stubborn lil bitches and are trying not to be the first to drink any water. their argument gives “you hang up first, ‘no YOU hang up first! 🤭” vibes. THE MOVIE ALSO DOESNT HAVE THAT AND I C R I E D

-3. however, the movie also has things the book doesn’t! for one, stanley thinking abt how he’s glad he’s on this mountain w zero, while in the book he’s just thinking it, in the movie him and zero are discussing it and it is so cute and fghkfjdjhdihbdhibdhibehibdi help

-4. also, the little things; in the book, after Mr. Pendanski says “nobody cares about hector zeroni” that’s kinda the end of the chapter or something. BUT IN THE MOVIE stanley walks in right after he says that, looks him dead in the eyes, and says, “I do.” and that broke me

-5. Another little thing—in that scene where Stanley gets his nickname of caveman, the the book, I don’t remember hearing from zero during that (I could be wrong tho). but, in the movie, as Stanley seems like he’s in a dangerous position, zero grabs a pool ball off the table (it’s implied that he’s gonna hit the guy antagonizing stanley) but after the situation cools down, there’s a shot of him putting it down. im telling you ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS AND THIS SCENE IS SCREAMING

-6.? idk if I misremember but in the movie they bring up like “damn Stanley, zero will only talk to you” and idk if that’s mentioned in the book or not but I don’t think so, the fact that one of the characters points it out like 2 or 3 separate times in the movie tho..

-7. the ending… pool party in the movie, boring normal ending in the books. end of story.

honorable mentions, both ONLY in the movie:

-I SQUEAL EVERY TIME I WATCH THE SCENE WHERE THEYRE OPENING THE CHEST AND FINDING OUT ABT THE MONEY AND THE.. THE WAY STANLEYS LIKE HOLDING ONTO ZERO AND JS MESSING WITH HIS HAIR?? I CANT

-also WHEN ZERO IS REUNITED W HIS MOM. Stanley is just standing there and admiring him I KNOW IT.

summary/tldr;

while some of my fav scenes from the book aren’t in the movie, the movie is SO much gayer and I love it so much and it’s the little things that bring me joy. they are so gay for each other in the movie I cannot even put this into words.

also zero def has a big gay crush on Stanley like immediately that’s just canon to me

#holes movie #holes book #hector zeroni #stanley yelnats #zanley #i think that’s the ship name #maybe #stanley x zero

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ellecdc · 2 months

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hi, I’m not sure if this counts as an ask, if it does js delete it and I’ll assume so

neway who r ur fav writers for the marauders or hp in general — ur writing style is so pretty and I’d love to see who u personally enjoy or look up to

asks are okay! I'm just not taking new requests right now. thanks so much for your kind words 😭 I swear you guys speak way too highly of me 🫶

Oh gosh, this feels like an impossible question!!! Please note I've only been active on Tumblr since the beginning of January 😅 I opened this account years ago and did nothing with it until this year, so I'm not well versed!

(I'm not going to tag them in this because that would feel like showing my stupid little stick figure drawings to the likes of Frida Kahlo, how embarrassing)

Without a doubt the real MVP to me is mae at moonstruckme, every single one of her works slaps and the quality of her pieces is unmatched. I don't even watch criminal minds and I find myself reading her Spencer fics because they're so great! I also am not up to date on Stranger Things but I read those too because she truly never misses.

sunny at sunnami has written three of the best (roughly canon compliant) poly!marauders + lily x reader fics and I LOATHE canon (it's too sad and I'm a soft little baby) but I eat those fics up like nothing.

I friggen love jade's works on luveline I just find the quality of her writing really good. I also get really excited when writtenbymoonflower and fourmoony post, and of course ddejavvu when I want something with a little 🌶 spice 🌶, and I've enjoyed kquil's pieces as well!

#ask elle #elle's heroes #I wanna be them when I grow up

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allisluv · 29 days

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My pookie Katniss has a southern accent but it's not that strong and I'm pretty sure in Canon it is said that she has faught a bear before so I gave her a scar on her right cheek from that fight!! she's definitely a dog person cuz she js can't handle any more cats. Also I think she would wear a monocle cause why not🤭

girl (gn) i can't tell you much i love this! my rambles are under the cut <3

imagine katniss' southern accent coming out when she's angry or tired, it'd be so adorable, i actually cant cope. she would call you darlin' or honey and no one can change my mind. she would be really self-conscious about her scar but you love tracing your fingers over it in the early hours of the morning, i think she'd grow to like cats because it reminds her of prim but she is one thousand percent a dog person. she would rather kick peeta out of bed than make the dog sleep on the floor LMFAO. i feel like she has really bad eyesight so she would totally wear a monocle when shes writing her plant book.

#grace talks🐚🌷#the hunger games #wlw #thg #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x reader #wlw fic #wlw headcanons #thg tbosas

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intoloopin · 2 days

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for @ofmanycol0rs !!!

Love had sent an ask about J.J's blonde party guy era but Tumblr tricked me into deleting it, so here is it my second attempt to talk about it as a post. I hate this Hell site mechanics more than anything, BUT! I am very passionate about this one topic as you can see by the size of THIS.

GIO.

I am making a little tangent here because this is a great opportunity to talk about J.J's blonde era as a general phenomenon, as well as do a little character deep dive into how Jiahang's mind works when the subject is his public appearance, because I'm yet to fully communicate just how business savvy and attention seeking he is at his core. These two characteristics were very integral to his nightlife downfall.

⤴️↪️ A MOMENT IN TIME: J.J's BLONDE ERA PITIFUL FINAL AESTHETIC. He is currently recovering from it successfully, but still. The horrors.

One thing that is key to understand about Jiahang is that he is NOT a team player, he wasn't raised by his social climber pageant mom and his millionaire movie director dad to be one. His long term goal is to stand on his own as an 'icon' - notice the use of 'icon' instead of 'musician' or 'artist' or even 'idol'. He wants everyone to see two Js put together in a sentence and immediately associate them with him (as in J.J Xu, not LOOPiN's J.J, and definely not as J.J from That Once LOONA Sibling Group), but he is realistic with his limitations: Jiahang is not a musical prodigy like Zhiming, or obsessed/respectful with the craft as Minwoo, or has the mental discipline to train himself to greatness like Haegon, and when you're in a group with people like that with ambitions like his, you're always in a competition.

To put it very bluntly: Jiahang is too clumsy to ever become more than an average dancer, he doesn't have an easy voice for singing and he can barely call himself a rapper. Artistic kills can't be the base of his brand, because that's what he sees his J.J stage persona as, a brand. He's not an artist. And if conventional talent can't be his selling point, he has to use what's naturally available to him - personality, a face widely considered to be attractive, a shitton of money, and an extremely sharp eye for business.

Seriously, the amount of marketing stunts he has pulled for and come up with for LOOPiN alone is NO JOKE. Jiahang understands the inner workings of the entertainment industry more than any of his bandmates, and that's his head start.

Now, on the hair. Jiahang has a very deep and sentimental history with his hair, a bit too extense to fully explain with this one post, but he's been wearing it very long since he was a child, because he loves it, and he was picked up on for it constantly. Keep growing it out despite everything what his first real way of asserting himself, and it's the one thing Jiahang is authentic with throughout - integrating it into his branding was essential to him.

He went about it very strategically: J.J never had a defined clothing style, instead, he goes out of his way to wear almost anything to prove that his hair doesn't automatically put him on a visual box, and there is no reason for him to sacrifice it for any gig. He won't be a long haired male Idol until someone tells him time's up, he will be The Definitive Long Haired Male Idol (and in canon he has succeed! Like, K-Pop knows he's the final boss).

A lot of iNSYNCs consider him one of LOOPiN's fashionistas for this plus all the design shit he has, side by side with Seungsoo and Haruki, but that title doesn't fit Jiahang at all. Haruki and Seungsoo have a genuine interest in fashion, while Jiahang has none, it's all performance. He simply wants a stable signature attached to him, something he can have the ultimate control of, and that he won't get bored of maintaining. Alas: his very, very adored long hair.

⤵️➡️ A DISSECTION OF J.J's BLONDE ERA (FEBRUARY 2022 - SEPTEMBER 2023)

FROM LEFT TO RIGHT: (1&2) J.J's 'Punch' teasers, a shocking blonde debut. | (3&4) The overall lengths and colors Jiahang kept transitioning between in his day to day life. | (5&6) 'Mess' peeking through near the end, but integrated into his presenting style. | J.J's 'Beatbox - Street Beat Ver.' and 'Internet War - Tell Me What To Do' teasers.

(1&2): I can't even begin to describe how iNSYNCity completely STOPPED when the 'Punch' teasers started rolling out and J.J appeared not only fully blonde, but with these polarizing face covering bangs. The styling came fully out of his own brain, of course, and he wanted all the controversial attention right out of the gate to plant the seeds of the 'elevation' of his stage persona. He wanted 2022 to be his year SO BAD;

(3&4): Up until that point in his career, Jiahang had his hair straight, ironed out to perfection even when he dyed it anything else than his usual black and brown, but while blonde he always kept it very wavy to drawn an even bigger contrast with his former Idol branding;

(5&6): Oh, mid 2023... The roots showing... The messy teeny tiny ponytails... The color... You can clearly see a lack of polish that is very unusual of him. Jiahang wore a lot, and I mean A LOT of hair extensions during this era right here, mostly to cover up how fucking fried his hair was starting to look due to low maintenance (Dongwook and CIA made fun of him if he showed up Too Put Together at the clubs, and after a while it really started to get to him). He adopted a very edgy Y2K style to try to make it all seem intentional, even had stylized black highlight for a while, but Jiahang felt like he wasn't fooling anyone - it didn't appear as such to the public, lucky him. This is pretty much how he looked until he fully cut off his nightlife circle of "friends" in September, and dyed his hair back to black;

(7&8): Ah, his last blonde official teasers... What a way to go. Blonde J.J had such a dramatic styling but that was very well translated into all the eras he was on, he never looked out of place. That's why even the general public now considers this run to be very iconic, as he wanted. But at what personal cost, Jay?! AT WHAT COST?!

I am still debating on how his 'clean era' looks like. I'm not sure if he would just dye his hair black and cut off the bits that look Horrible (J.J!Bayi) or if this whole experience fucked him up so bad that Jiahang would cut it pretty short and grow it back from the begging, for the healings (J.J!Didi), but anyways! He is doing better <3 currently <3 not for long <3 like at all <3 he is about to get very fucked up by the narrative <3 but on the bright side (????) that means that he'll have another very Intense hair moment, and spoiler alert, it'll look a lot like this (in Vibes, the length is still something I don't know 😁)

#&& ⠀ [ . . . ] hound on a hunt ⠀⸻ q&a .#&& ⠀ [ . . . ] hound on a hunt ⠀⸻ development .#&& ⠀ [ . . . ] hound on a hunt ⠀⸻ j.j .#fictional idol community #fake kpop group #kpop au #kpop fanfic #kpop oc

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worm-brainzz · 5 months

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(not) real thing that mr plant said to argos one time cuz he looked eepy

hey

hey babe

please come watch tv with me or something. if you dont wanna all good just. just sleep on me i dont mind. js close your eyes and dream the gooberest dreams ever just. just go to sleep. you still have big ass eyebags under your eyes just. babe. babe listen. ARGOS MY LOVE PLEASE 🥺🥺

this is canon im the couch

let the big ol humanoid plant interact w/ his eepy bf ffs

#twomp #the world of mr plant #argos twomp #mr plant twomp #argos x mr plant #plargos #eye love you #guys sorry if this is worded funky i js #its 11am rn and i js came up w/ that #worm is speaking 🔥🔥

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lilacmilkshakesx · 6 months

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ofc my first df post would be abt bomika but like

DANA’S LIVE HELLO ??

“ppl keep asking abt ships so you’ll js have to wait and see in the show”

“what’s going on with mika and bose? idk..” WHILE LAUGHING MIND U

she never answered questions abt ships and stuff before

i choose to be delusional, bomika canon

watch me be wrong when the rest of df s3 is out 😣

#bomika #df #bose o'brien #mika macklin #danger force

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sadiecoocoo · 4 months

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So I just realized I kinda have an oc Morty… one would be my SEAL Shenanigans fic but that’s more of a canon divergence au so I don’t rlly count that as an actual oc…

I can’t rlly draw if my life depended on it, but basically… u guys remember hologram Rick? This js kinda an au too cuz whenever I think of those little scenarios in my head with this Morty I still think of him as Morty prime… just kind of… dead.

Basically, this version of Morty died while Rick and em were fighting prime, and prime was able to make it so Rick couldn’t get any of Morty’s dna to make a clone and bring him back. Prime literally went to their home and destroyed/stole any samples of Morty’s dna that Rick had and kind of deep cleaned the house to make sure there weren’t any stands of hair. However, Rick did have a hologram ghost installed in case Morty did die.

Now, to this morty himself, he is similar to Morty prime personality wise, but is a lot more snarky and chaotic. Cuz hologram Rick wasn’t rlly a downloaded version of Rick’s consciousness, he didn’t have the exact same personality, same goes for Morty.

I see him as a hyper Morty that really just floats around like a ghost and causes chaos for fun. He has Morty’s memories but is still a different Morty because he existed before Morty died, just in the back of Morty’s mind. He was able to form his own personality and desires while he silently watched Morty’s experiences

He would definitely play a lot of pranks and make fun of anyone at any given chance. Though he is generally a nice person and isn’t afraid to show that. I’d say the best already existing character (from a different fandom lol) that I would best compare him to would be a kind of combination of Hu Tao and Itto (both are from genshin impact)

He likes to scare people and pretend that he’s a ghost… because he technically is Morty’s ghost. He refuses to touch the ground and always floats a little bit, sometimes upside down just to mess with people. He can also phase through walls and objects. He can’t really be hurt by physical attacks, but any Rick (including prime) could come up with some kind of device to hurt him. When he is hurt he doesn’t necessarily bleed, but he more of glitches and distorts.

Also this morty strangely retained the image of some of the injuries Morty got while he was alive. This includes any scars he had before hand, and any injuries from his death. So there’s always a cut on this Morty’s left cheek that spans across his nose… there’s also a gaping hole in his chest but he’s able to cover it up because he was simulated with clothing

I can’t remember if I already said this, but like the hologram Rick we got in the show, this Morty looks like he’s completely blue and even gives off a bit of light! I also think he would have a somewhat glitchy or echoey voice

Now, a bit about Rick! He’s depressed as shit. He blames himself for Morty’s death and only sees hologram Morty as a shadow of his real grandson. He also made it his goal to find a way to bring Morty back even if it kills him. This kind of makes hologram Morty feel bad and worthless, but that eventually gets worked out (I’m debating making some kind of fic with them)

Prime is also still alive in this au and has samples of Morty’s dna. So Rick has to repeat the cycle of looking for him, this time with a different goal.

Anyway that’s all I have rn… I might make more posts later abt this au! Sry I can’t draw them lol

#rick and morty #morty smith #rick sanchez #rick and morty oc #morty oc #ghost #sort of #3d hologram

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