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pairing: frat boy! mark lee x f! reader genre: college! au, frat! au, fluff, angst word count: 9.1k summary: you hardly talk to any of the members of nu kappa tau until you go to one party and now, all of a sudden, they’re all so eager to chat with you and tell you all about their “brother,” mark lee. (alternatively: four times mark’s friends tell you about him and one time you ask them about him). warning(s): alcohol use and underage drinking, cursing, backstabbing, sort of but not really love triangle author’s note: the handful of frat parties that i’ve gone to inspired this but unfortunately, no cute frat boys like the ones here. also this is not proofread so please forgive any mistakes playlist: crash landing by nct 127 • nonsense by sabrina carpenter • disaster by conan gray • be by my side by crush

GROUND ZERO

You and Yuqi glance at each other and then back to Minjung and her pleading puppy dog eyes. “Please,” she says again, pouting for extra effect.

Yuqi asks, “What’s the real reason you want to go to the NKT party?”

“I told you!” Minjung says, “I want to get a feel for the party scene here! And aren’t you two supposed to want to show me all the university has to offer? You’re being bad upperclassmen!”

You squint at her and ask, “It wouldn’t be because of that guy you told us you met on orientation, would it? What’s his name? Jimin?”

“Jisung,” Minjung corrects too quickly. “And no, that’s not the reason. I really, really just want to go to a party! Come on! Please!”

You sigh, “Okay, okay. You know that we need to know a brother to get into this party, right?”

Minjung frowns and asks, “Do you know any?”

You shake your head but Yuqi, begrudgingly, replies, “A friend of mine is in NKT.”

Minjung perks up and you sigh again. It’s not that you hate frats or going to frat parties or even frat guys. You enjoy a good party with free booze, though you could do without the sweaty basements and red and blue lights, and you even have some friends in other frats. It’s just that NKT leaves a sour taste in your mouth when you recall that your sister got her heart broken by one of the members. To add insult to injury, she was a senior and a member of NKT’s sister sorority while he was a sophomore at the time, so it was embarrassing to her as well. You don’t remember his name but you’re sure that if you hear it, you’ll know who it is.

“Ground rules,” Yuqi tells Minjung, “first of all, we all stay together. No wandering off with people you don’t know. Second, don’t take a drink from a stranger and steer clear of the jungle juice, just covered drinks. Lastly, we’re out of there by midnight because you—” Yuqi pointed at Minjung, “—have an eight AM tomorrow.” Minjung makes a whiny sound at the back of her throat and Yuqi glares, which makes her quiet down. “Got it?”

“I got it, I got it,” Minjung says, nodding emphatically. She hugs you both quickly and asks, “Can we get ready together?”

“Of course,” you reply. “Doors usually open at ten, so we’ll head over a few minutes after.”

The evening rolls around quickly, and you’re standing in your dorm with Yuqi and Minjung. You’re pretty sure you heard your roommate, Sihyun, talking about going as well but you assume that she’s primping in another dorm.

You and Yuqi patiently wait for Minjung to finish tapping glittery eyeshadow to the corners of her eyes. You glance at yourself in the mirror on the back of your door and adjust the strappy top you have on. Yuqi smooths her hair down in the mirror as Minjung chirps, “All ready to go!”

The three of you make your way to Greek Row, where there’s already a small line outside the NKT frat. You already recognize one of the bros on screening duty — Johnny Suh, vice president of NKT. He’s in your leadership seminar and he’s pretty friendly, though he perpetually seems to forget pencils and pens. He is a very good public speaker, though.

As you shuffle forward in line, you take a look at the second member, holding the door open for people to stream in. You think he’s far too pretty to be a frat bro, all delicate features and lithe limbs. He offers sweet smiles at those who pass, giving you one when you and your friends make it to the front.

Johnny recognizes you and gives you a grin. “I didn’t know you partied.”

“Just don’t come here,” you say and you expect him to be offended but Johnny just laughs good-naturedly.

“Hope we don’t disappoint,” he says.

Yuqi’s friend, Yukhei, pops his head out from inside and calls out, “They’re cool to come in, Johnny.”

“Don’t worry, I already know,” Johnny says with a conspiratorial wink at you. “Jungwoo, you can let them in.”

The pretty one, Jungwoo, nods and says, “Have fun!” as the three of you pass.

Okay, so maybe NKT isn’t as bad as your sister made it out to be; the saying goes that one bad apple ruins the batch.

Minjung immediately tugs you and Yuqi over to the bar station, where you recognize two other upperclassmen, Doyoung and Kun, serving drinks. Kun’s the one who comes over to the three of you and he asks, “What are we having tonight?”

“Beers,” Yuqi says, “if you have any.”

Kun taps a finger against his chin in mock contemplation and turns to the fridge behind him. “I think we’ve got something like that.” He hands you three cans of Coors, and you thank him before wading through the crush of warm bodies to a space where the three of you can stand comfortably. You and Yuqi share a look when you see Minjung peering through the crowd, standing on her toes.

“Looking for someone?” you tease, taking a sip of your beer.

She flushes a little but it seems she’s found Jisung. She waves and he notices immediately, straightening and heading toward your little group, another three brothers in tow. “Hi,” Minjung says coyly.

Jisung returns her grin and then introduces himself. He lets his upperclassmen introduce themselves as Ten, Jaemin, and Mark.

You find yourself staring at Mark. He’s cute, with his backwards baseball cap and doe-eyes and high cheekbones. He meets your eyes and you look away, out into the crowd. You take in the writhing bodies and the thumping beat of the bass-boosted Waka Flocka Flame song blaring over the speakers that threatens to blow out your eardrums. You see your roommate, Sihyun, in the crowd and she sees you too. You raise your hand in a wave and it seems like she’s about to return the gesture but then, suddenly, she looks just to your left and frowns. Her gaze narrows and she turns abruptly from you.

What the hell was that?

Minjung nudges you and interrupts your train of thought. “Sorry, what was the question?”

“Can you be Mark’s partner for beer pong against me and Jisung?” You open your mouth to say no but you can’t resist the second round of Minjung’s puppy eyes and you know Yuqi sucks at pong, so you agree and let Mark lead your group to the table, where red solo cups are set in triangular configurations at each end.

You and Mark take one side while Minjung and Jisung take the other. You play rock-paper-scissors to determine who goes first, with Mark suffering a stunning loss against Minjung in the game. As Jisung lines up a shot, Johnny comes up next to you, off door duty now. He asks, “What do you think? You going to come to more parties now?”

“Depends on how this round goes,” you say.

“Well, then fair warning,” Johnny snickers, “Mark sucks at this.”

“I do not!” Mark huffs but all Johnny offers is a conciliatory pat on the back before leaving to mingle with other guests. Mark looks a little panicked while he assures you, “I’m not bad, I promise.”

You laugh and pat him on the arm. “We’ll see, Mark. We’ll see.”

As the game progresses you see that Mark is not… bad, per se, but he’s definitely not the best player. Neither is Minjung but Jisung, on the other hand, is a monster at the game, getting four consecutive ping pong balls into your cups and one plops into a corner cup. You return the favor, sinking five balls in a row. “Whoa,” Mark says, eyes wide and delighted. “Nice job!”

Minjung misses on her turn and Mark misses on his. Jisung sinks two more and you get one more in. You both sink some more shots, leaving both your teams at one cup. Mark’s getting in position to take his shot and you grab his elbow. “Here,” you say and you reposition him. “And just a gentle flick of the wrist. It’ll go in. Promise.”

Mark gazes at you for a second longer than you expect him too before he gulps heavily and nods. He follows your instructions perfectly, just flicking his wrist. The ball bounces and bounces and bounces right into the last cup.

You and Mark cheer and onlookers applaud you two while Minjung and Jisung groan. You raise your hand for a high-five before you see that Mark was readying himself to hug you. You lower your hand and pull him into a hug, patting his back. He smells surprisingly nice — clean and a little citrusy.

When you two part, there’s a bit of an awkward silence that falls between you as the crowd disperses and Yuqi makes small talk with Ten and Jaemin. Mark lifts the baseball cap off his head, ruffling and smoothing out his dark hair before sliding the hat back on. He finally says, “I’ve, uh, never seen you at one of our parties.”

You hum, “Yeah, that’s why Johnny’s on top of me about if I like the party.”

Mark nods. “Then, how’d you get so good at pong if you don’t go to frat parties and stuff?”

“Frat parties aren’t the only place to play beer pong,” you say, finishing the beer you had placed down at the start of the game. “And I never said I didn’t go to frat parties, just not to NKT ones.”

Mark scratches the back of his neck. “Right, right. Uh, can I ask why?”

You shrug. It’s not like you’re going to tell him the real reason, so you just reply, “Didn’t really have a reason.”

“Aren’t you friends with Johnny?”

“I’d say we’re more good acquaintances. Besides, he’s older anyways so I don’t see him outside of, like, one class we share.”

“So, you’re a…”

“Sophomore.”

“Really?” Mark lights up and you can’t say you don’t like the way he lights up. “So am I!”

“That’s cool. Have you picked a major yet?”

“I think I’m going with English. What about you?”

“Probably polisci,” you say.

You and Mark make a little more small talk before Yuqi’s tapping your shoulder, looking a little apologetic, though you don’t understand why. “We’ve got to go,” she says, but she’s more telling Mark than you. “Minjung’s got a morning class tomorrow so we need to get her back.”

“Yeah, totally get it,” Mark says. Yuqi nods and moves a few feet over to pull Minjung away from flirting with Jisung. “Let me walk you guys out.”

As the three of you set down Greek Row, Mark calls your name and you turn. “Yeah?”

“Uh… just… I’ll see you around.”

You wave. “See you around.”

(You don’t look back, but Mark stands in the doorway until he can’t see you anymore).

THE FIRST PITCH: JOHNNY

Your alarm jolts you out of a dreamless sleep. You flail for your phone, frantically tapping the screen to shut it off. Sihyun’s already dressed but she’s gazing at you in a way that you’ve never seen before. She says, “I didn’t know you were close with Mark Lee.”

“Who?” you ask. Your mind is still half-asleep, and you’re honestly not in the mood for whatever tone she’s giving you right now.

“Mark Lee. You talked with him the whole time at the party.”

“Oh.” You slide off your bed and slide on your hall slippers, grabbing the small bag filled with your morning routine things. “I just met him last night.”

She squints at you but only gives you a terse “Okay” before she’s leaving for her classes. You roll your eyes at her retreating back.

You go through your morning routine, still rubbing sleep out of your eyes. You don’t have class until nine-thirty, so you figure you can go take a walk off-campus to grab a cup of coffee. As you get dressed, your phone buzzes on your desk and you check the text.

Mingi: CAN WE PLZ GET COFFEE AND SMTH TO EAT BEFORE CLASSES TODAY NEED CAFFEEINE

Yunho: Caffeine**

Yunho: And yes, please let’s get something to drink

You: yes please you two read my mind

You’ve been friends with Mingi and Yunho since orientation since you were all part of the same group. They had known each other since they were kids but you all immediately bonded the moment you met them. You’re in a couple of classes together but unfortunately, your leadership seminar today is not one of them. They’re also in Alpha Tau Zeta, which is the frat you frequent the most because of them.

You meet the two of them in your dorm lobby and Mingi immediately throws an arm around your shoulder. “Finally! I’m starving, let’s go!”

He doesn’t give you a chance to say anything as he rushes you out of the dorm and in the direction of your trio’s favorite cafe. “Did you see that picture from the NKT party last night?” Yunho asks you.

“No, I was there with Yuqi and Minjung yesterday but we left early,” you respond as Yunho whips out his phone to show you Jungwoo’s — the pretty one’s — Instagram, where there’s a picture of Yuqi’s friend Yukhei on top of the roof with two other guys, all with a can of beer in hand.

“I can’t believe you went to a party not at ATZ or SΛT.” Mingi clutches a hand to his chest. “Are you cheating on us?”

You give him a playfully apologetic stare and say, “Please forgive me, Mingi. I lost focus.”

Mingi clicks his tongue and sighs, glancing at Yunho. “What do you think?”

“I think we can overlook this transgression,” Yunho says but he narrows his eyes at you and adds, “Once.”

“My heroes.”

You make it to the cafe in record time, unsurprising given that Mingi had you all basically power walking to the place. You’re slightly out of breath as you order, and you glare at your friends when they snicker about it a little.

“How was it though?” asks Yunho as you wait for your orders.

You tilt your head at him. “How was what?”

“NKT’s party.”

“It was cool,” you say. “Not super different from Alpha Tau’s,”

Your friends give you fake offended glares so you add, “ATZ’s are better because you two are there, though.” Once their egos are sufficiently stroked, you say, “Met some cool people. Do you guys know Mark Lee?”

“Yeah!” Mingi’s so enthusiastic that you jump a little at the volume of his voice. “Really nice guy and super chill.”

“Are you close with him?” Yunho asks.

You shake your head and say, “You know, Sihyun asked me that this morning but no, I just met him yesterday.”

Mingi and Yunho frown at the mention of Sihyun and share some unreadable glances with one another. You’re about to ask about what sort of telepathic conversation they’re having but the barista calls your name and you let it go as you pick up your bagel and iced latte.

You part ways with your friends when you get back to campus, since they’re both heading to the Science Center. You’re walking over to your class in Jeong Hall, when you hear someone call your name. Johnny strides over to you, only needing a few steps to reach you. “How’re you feeling?” he asks.

“I’m fine. Honestly, I should be asking you that. Looked like the party got crazier after we left.”

“I’m all good,” he says, shoving his hands in his pocket as you both make your way over to Jeong Hall. “Can’t say the same for some of the others. I think Mark’s incapacitated in bed today.”

“Yeah, he drank a lot during pong and I’m sure after too.”

Johnny nods and holds the door open as you go to your class. You thank him and, in a surprise turn of events, Johnny takes his seat next to you in your seminar classroom. He says, “I know Mark kind of sucks at beer pong but he’s really good at ping pong.”

You blink at him. “That’s pretty random.”

Johnny shrugs. “Just saying that he’s not always bad at games.”

“Noted?” Johnny just smiles at you and you turn to the front as Professor Lim enters the classroom.

“Good morning, everyone! Did you all have a good weekend?” There are indistinct mumbles and Professor Lim moves on. “I’m glad. I know I mentioned it last week, but you were all supposed to prepare elevator pitches for today as if you’re recommending a friend be hired for a position. Remember, you have about thirty seconds to convey the most vital information to the other person. Pair up with whoever’s next to you and then I’ll call on each pair to come to the front of the class where you’ll present your pitch to your partner. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, Professor.”

She claps her hands. “Perfect!”

“Guess it’s you and me,” Johnny says cheerfully. You smile at him and reply, “Guess so. Did you prepare a pitch?”

“Nope!”

You probably shouldn’t have expected something else.

“So you’re just winging it?”

“Flying by the seat of my pants,” Johnny hums.

“I’m jealous,” you sigh. “I don’t think I’d be able to pull that off.”

Professor Lim calls pairs up to the front of the class. Namjoon and Jongin go. Joohyun and Chan. Then, it’s you and Johnny.

“I can start,” Johnny says.

“Alright.”

Johnny rolls his neck and stretches before he nods at your professor. She gives him a thumbs-up and starts the thirty-five second timer — thirty seconds to give your pitch with a five second grace period.

“I know that you’re hiring,” Johnny begins, “and I have a friend of mine who would be perfect for the position.”

“Tell me about them.”

“His name’s Mark Lee and he’s one of the most well-rounded people that I know. He’s an excellent writer, a good multi-tasker, and he’s bilingual with Korean and English. He’s a responsible leader but also a really good team player. Not to mention, Mark can sing, dance, and rap too, and he’s also pretty handsome. He’s five-foot-nine so he’s not too tall but also the perfect height for hugs. And while he may be lacking in some skill areas like beer pong and alcohol tolerance, he makes up for it with his skill in table tennis as well as his enthusiasm and dedication.”

Johnny finishes his pitch right at the thirty second mark. Peeking over your shoulder, you meet Professor Lim’s eyes and clearly, you’re both equally perplexed. The rest of the class is also confused but Chan starts the polite applause and the rest of your seminar class follows.

“Thank you, Johnny,” Professor Lim finally says. “That was… interesting, to say the least. But I will say you had some persuasive points. However, the pitch was unfocused towards the end.”

Johnny nods, unbothered, and thanks your professor for her feedback. You’re trying to go over the basic points of your own pitch of Yuqi for whatever imaginary position there is, but all you can really focus on is wondering just why Johnny’s giving you all these random facts about Mark Lee.

THE SECOND PITCH: LEE TAEYONG

“You’re a lifesaver, you know that?” Hongjoong says as you climb into the passenger seat of his car.

“No problem,” you say. “I will say though that I’ve participated in more Greek life events this week than I have in my entire college career.” Hongjoong chuckles at this as he pulls onto the street.

A few weeks ago, through Mingi and Yunho, Hongjoong begged you to go with him to some Greek event for board members of each frat and sorority at your university. You’re not a hundred percent sure what it is and it doesn’t really matter given that you’re just there to ward off Hongjoong’s ex-girlfriend, who was the head of one of the sororities. You don’t know Hongjoong as well as you know other members of his frat, but he’s been pretty nice in all your interactions together.

The event is hosted in an upscale hotel downtown in one of their event halls. Hongjoong helps you out of his car like a gentleman and shows the invitation to the event to the bouncer, who lets the two of you in and directs you down the hall.

“This is the fanciest place I think I’ve ever been,” you say.

“Me too,” Hongjoong says. He leads the two of you into the room, where there are already a bunch of people mingling in semi-formal attire. You see a few familiar faces: Joohyun from your leadership class is a sorority president, and everyone on campus knows Jackson Wang, the recruitment officer for Gamma Omega Tau. You also spot Johnny with some of his frat brothers in a small circle, talking conspiratorially in their huddle.

Then, you see Mark across the room, talking to a group of people. You can hear his laugh across the room and you wonder why he’s not with the other NKT members.

Hongjoong taps you gently and you snap to attention, sheepishly saying, “Sorry, sorry, zoned out for a minute.”

“No worries.” He nods at the waiter in front of you, patiently holding a tray of hors d’oeuvres out to the two of you. “Want anything to eat?” You take a piece of toasted bread with some high-end cheese spread on it and thank the waiter.

You and Hongjoong make your way into the crowd. He introduces you to some people but their names are a little jumbled in your head. You forget how many frats and sororities there are on campus.

You’re at the drink station, waiting for the bartender to finish with the group of sorority sisters in front of you. You catch a glimpse of someone who you swear looks just like Sihyun. Someone comes up next to you and you look over at him. He’s unbelievably handsome, his face all sharp lines and angles but somehow, there’s a softness to him too. He smiles warmly and says your name. You stare at him, shocked and he just giggles, “Sorry, I know you don’t know me. I’m Taeyong, the president of NKT.”

You almost choke on your saliva. First Jungwoo, then Taeyong… were frat boys just getting prettier nowadays? He leans against the bar. “It’s nice to finally put a name to a face. You’ve been a topic of discussion lately.”

You chuckle nervously, “Only good things, I hope?”

“Nothing but,” Taeyong replies. He glances at your dress and says, “I like your dress. It’s a nice shade of blue.”

“Thanks!”

He adds, “Mark’s favorite color’s blue.”

Just when you thought you met a normal member of NKT, he starts talking about Mark again. Then, Taeyong says, “I think his tie is that color, actually.”

All you can do is offer a small hum of acknowledgement. What are you going to do with that information? The bartender finally takes your order and when you get your drinks, you make a bee-line for Hongjoong.

“Here.” You hand him the drink. I’m going to use the bathroom,” you tell Hongjoong. He nods at you and you ask a waiter directions to the restroom.

When you get inside, you lock the door behind you. This bathroom is nicer than your room back at him.

You look at yourself in the mirror and at your dress. Mark’s favorite shade of blue. You smooth the skirt down before unlocking the door and stepping out of the bathroom.

You crash right into someone.

“Shit!” You both say at the same time and you immediately know the voice. “Sorry, Mark.”

“No, no, I’m sorry! I should have been paying attention,” he says and he helps you up. His touch is warm and sturdy. When you stand, Mark gives you a once over that makes you feel a little warmer than usual and he says, “You look great!”

“Thanks, so do you.”

“That, uh, that color looks good on you.”

“Thanks. It looks good on you too.” Mark glances down at himself, as if he’s just realizing that he’s wearing a tie the same color as your dress. He looks at you again and you both laugh a little.

“That’s a crazy coincidence,” Mark says.

“Yeah, it is.” You pause and wait a few moments before saying, “I won’t keep you from your business any longer.”

Mark’s quick to wave your concerns off. “No, I just had to take a break. Events like this are kind of tiring.” He then raises an eyebrow at you. “You’re not on the board of a sorority, are you?”

You shake your head. “I came as Hongjoong’s date.”

Mark frowns and his shoulders slump a little. “Oh.”

You don’t know why, but you hastily add, “We’re not dating or anything. I’m here to scare off some ex-girlfriend who is on a sorority board.”

Mark straightens up again. “Got it. That’s cool of you.”

“I guess so. But these heels are killing my feet.”

“You should take them off.”

You snort, “And have a bunch of judgy sisters and brothers look at my feet? No thanks.”

Mark laughs. He laughs loudly at that and you find that you really, really like making Mark Lee laugh. The two of you make your way back to the main room and you can’t find Hongjoong. Mark gets swept up in a conversation with a few friends from another frat, disappointingly enough.

You wander over to a less crowded corner where a few friendly sorority girls are standing a few feet away. They include you in their conversation, introducing themselves as Chaeyoung, Dahyun, Jiwoo, and Heejin. You make small talk with them and they’re all super sweet, asking to exchange Instagrams with you and telling you that you should all hang out sometime. As the five of you talk, you see that there are people making their way to the dancefloor at the center of the room. The music starts to pick up into something more catchy. The girls ask you if you want to dance with them but you decline, content with watching from the sidelines and waiting for Hongjoong to find you again.

It’s Taeyong that comes over to you again. “Not a dancer?” he asks, motion to the crowd.

“Just not into right now.”

“Mark’s a really good dancer, you know.”

“I know, Johnny already told me.”

“Johnny told you what about me already?” Mark comes to stand next to you and your bare shoulder brushes against his suit jacket briefly, but it’s enough to send some shock down your spine.

“That you’re a good dancer.” Taeyong’s giving Mark a look that you can’t decipher but Mark seems to understand it, turning to you and asking, “Do you want to—”

Hongjoong rushes over to you, whisper-shouting your name. His and Mark’s voices overlap and you’re left to wonder what Mark was about to say. You definitely know what Hongjoong’s scrambling to you about. Taeyong and Mark watch on as Hongjoong sidles up to you and slides an arm around your waist.

A minute later, his ex-girlfriend comes sauntering over, eyes narrowing immediately when she sees you. “Who’s this?” she asks Hongjoong, pointedly ignoring you. You let Hongjoong spin whatever story he concocted. You’re more concerned with the evil eye Sihyun is giving in your direction.

THE THIRD PITCH: DONGHYUCK

A week passes and you’ve a) gotten zero new anecdotes about Mark and b) not spoken to Sihyun at all, not for a lack of trying though. She’s icing you out, that much is obvious but you don’t know what you’ve done wrong.

You’re sitting in the library, trying to write a paper for your comparative politics class but your phone has taken up most of your attention for the better part of an hour. As you mindlessly click on your friends’ Snapchat stories, your screen shifts and a picture of Mark lights up your screen. He’s handing his card over to a cashier at what seems like the convenience store on campus, and there are five guys standing behind him, clearly unaware of the camera. You recognize Jisung and Jaemin in the photo.

What the fuck?

You reopen Snapchat. A few seconds later, another photo of Mark drops. This time, he’s got a guitar on his lap but instead of playing it, one of his arms is outstretched, clearly trying to take the camera from the photographer.

You just put your phone screen-up on the table and lo and behold, another AirDropped photo comes through. This time, Mark’s sitting beside one of the boys from the first photo, pointing at something in a book opened between them with a pencil.

You peer around the library. It’s massive, and people are on all sorts of devices so it’s impossible to discern who’s sending you photos of Mark.

Then, a notification banner drops. donghyuck ☀️(@haechannie) has requested to follow you.

You rub your eyes with the heel of your palms before letting out deep sigh. You open your app and tap on the follow request, surveying the profile. Your eyes land on the bio and it makes sense because Donghyuck has “NKT” in it.

That explains it all. You accept the request and ask to follow him back, which he accepts seconds later. His profile opens to you and you see various photos of NKT brothers. Mark appears in most of them, along with one, some, or all of the boys from the first photo. You tap on the most recent photo, dated to the NKT party you were at. Mark is passed out on the couch and Donghyuck took a selfie with his sleeping form. You have to suppress a snicker.

There’s an alert about a DM from Donghyuck and you go to your Instagram DMs.

donghyuck ☀️: hi :)

you: hi you: were you the one airdropping those pics?

donghyuck ☀️: yeah that was me donghyuck ☀️: just wanted to show you some of the sides of mark donghyuck ☀️sent a photo donghyuck ☀️: leader mark donghyuck ☀️sent a photo donghyuck ☀️: musician mark donghyuck ☀️sent a photo donghyuck ☀️: tutor mark

you: whats your angle here?

donghyuck ☀️: 🤷that’s for us to know and u to find out

you: do you mean us as in you, taeyong, and johnny or us as in your entire frat?

donghyuck ☀️: 🤷 donghyuck ☀️: did you know that mark can skateboard? donghyuck ☀️sent a photo

You massage your temples and exit out of Instagram, turning your notifications off. What were they playing at?

“That’s kind of rude of you.” You jolt when someone speaks from behind you. You whirl around in your chair and Donghyuck has his hands crossed over his chest, phone in hand. “I’m just trying to give you high quality Mark Lee photos.”

“What is with you and your frat’s obsession with Mark? Are you secretly a cult to him or something?”

“I’ll never reveal our secrets.”

You roll your eyes and start packing up your stuff. There’s no point in staying here if you can’t focus. Donghyuck doesn’t make a move to stop you but he says, “I’m serious though. Mark’s a really good guy, even if he’s annoying too.”

The last part makes the corners of your lips twitch upwards. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

As you leave the library, you nearly run into Mark a second time. You just manage to stop before you do but Mark just laughs, “We need to stop meeting like this.”

“We do.” You open your mouth to ask Mark something. You’re not sure what you want to say really, you just know that you don’t really want the conversation to end there.

But Mark says, “I’d love to stay and talk but I’m actually meeting up with a classmate for coffee and I’ve already kept her waiting.”

Something in your stomach plummets. “Ah, sorry, don’t mean to keep you.”

“You’re not!” Mark is quick to say but you shake your head and say to him, “I’ll see you around.”

“We’re throwing another party this week,” he says quickly. “If you’re interested.”

You give him a small smile and walk away with a knot in your stomach.

Later that night, as you lay in bed, reading, your phone buzzes with a bunch of notifications. You flip your phone over.

JOHNNY (@.johnsuh) has requested to follow you. Taeyong (@.tytrack) has requested to follow you. Lucas (@.wongyukhei) has requested to follow you. Ten (@.perfectten) has requested to follow you. Jisung (@.pwarkjisung) has requested to follow you. Jaemin (@.najaemin0813) has requested to follow you. jungwoo (@.jungwoogie) has requested to follow you.

There are fifteen other follow requests, you guess they’re all from all the NKT brothers. But two names stand out to you.

MARK (@.marklee99) has requested to follow you. YUTA (@.nakamotoyuta95) has requested to follow you.

You sit up in your bed abruptly and shoot a message to your sister.

You: sorry to bother you but what was the name of that frat guy in nkt that you hate?

She answers you pretty quickly. Yuta. Why??? DId you meet him?

You sigh and you’re about to press ‘decline’ to Yuta’s request, but instead your finger hovers over Mark’s request.

He just met a classmate for coffee, that doesn’t mean anything. Guys and girls were allowed to be friends. And besides, he’s not your boyfriend. He’s not your anything. You don’t know him, despite the fact that all the factoids from his frat brothers make you feel like you do.

You hit ‘accept.’

THE FOURTH PITCH: YUTA

You bring Yuqi and Minjung to the party Mark told you about. You had already asked Yuqi to do you a giant favor and keep an eye on Minjung while you went to hang out with Mark and she agreed emphatically.

As you enter the frat house, Yuqi pushes you a little. “Go get your man!” Minjung shoots you a thumbs-up.

You stumble around the frat a little, bumping through the mass of people jumping and grinding to whatever rap track is playing. You spot familiar faces but only give them small waves if they see you. You’re on a mission to see Mark Lee.

Taeyong and Ten are on bar duties tonight, and you catch Taeyong’s eye immediately. “What can I get you?”

“Just two beers.”

“Two?” he asks with a raised eyebrow as he turns to the fridge. He pulls out two cans and asks, “Who’s this one for?”

“Take your best guess.”

Taeyong grins at you and nods approvingly, saying, “Mark’s either out back or still in his room, so I’d check either one of those places.”

“Where’s his room?”

“Upstairs, down the hall and it’s the second door on the left. You can’t miss it, it has a big sign that says ‘Keep out, Lee Donghyuck.’ He’s one of our—”

“I’m familiar with him,” you say. Taeyong gives you a look that’s half-curious, half-worried and you just say, “I’ll explain another time.”

You decide to head to the yard first, where Yukhei is doing a kegstand aided by Johnny. You scan the crowd for Mark, but only see his friends. You’re about to head back inside when the door swings open behind you and you knock into someone.

“Sorry,” he says and when you look up, you see the face of Nakamoto Yuta. You two stare at each other for a few seconds before he says, “You remind me of someone.”

You bite back some scathing remark and coolly ask, “Do I? Who?”

“Some girl I knew a few years back.”

You say your sister’s name and Yuta only looks mildly surprised and replies, “Yeah, that’s her. Sisters?”

You cross your arms and nod. “We are. I know what you did to her.”

Then it’s your turn to be surprised when Yuta looks perplexed by your statement. “What I did to her?”

“Do you really screw so many girls over that you can’t even remember what I’m talking about?”

Yuta’s eyes narrow at you. “Don’t make assumptions, you don’t know me. I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about. If anything, she fucked me over.”

“That’s ludicrous.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “If you don’t want to believe me, you don’t have to, but I’m not going to stand here and argue with you about this.” He gives you another once over and says, “You’re the girl Mark likes, aren’t you?”

Despite your simmering anger, your heart skips a beat at the mention of Mark. You nod and Yuta says, “Johnny, Taeyong, and Donghyuck spoke pretty highly of you, but I’m finding all of it hard to believe right now.”

All you can do is scowl at him. Yuta sighs and says, “Look, Mark really, really likes you. It’s been kind of annoying, honestly, to hear about you twenty-four-seven in the house. My friends all said you were a good fit for Mark, and I trust their judgments given that this shitty interaction between us is from some misconception you have about what happened between me and your sister.”

“Where is this going, Yuta?”

“Mark’s one of my best friends. I don’t want whatever you think of me to color that.”

“It hasn’t.”

Yuta nods and motions back at the house. “Mark should be in his room. When you’re done making out with him or whatever, come find me and I’ll tell you what really happened between me and your sister.” He brushes past you, going to where there’s a crowd gathered around Johnny and Yukhei.

You go back inside. You’re unsettled by what Yuta told you. What could your sister have lied about and why would she? You walk up the stairs to the second floor of the frat, trying your best to remember Taeyong’s directions. A big sign that says, ‘Keep out, Lee Donghyuck.’

Mark’s door is open when you get there. Mark’s sitting on his bed and in his lap is your roommate, Sihyun.

As fucking cliché as it sounds, you drop the cans of beer. Mark’s head whips over at the sound and his eyes grow huge. He calls your name but you’re already bolting downstairs, cans forgotten. You pass Taeyong and Ten at the bar and don’t see the worried look they share with one another.

You find Yuqi and Minjung coming out of the bathroom together and you tell them, “I’m going to head back.”

“What? Why?” Minjung asks. “Did you talk to Mark?”

“No,” you say tersely. “He was preoccupied.”

Even over the music, you hear Mark yell your name again. Yuqi takes Minjung’s hand in hers and places her other one on your shoulder, navigating the three of you to the door.

You feel sick. You’re physically nauseous. You want to throw up.

Yuqi leads your trio in a power-walk-worthy pace, getting you back on campus in no time.

The back of your eyes are starting to sting with tears and your head is spinning. You ask Yuqi, “Can I crash at your dorm?”

Yuqi agrees without question and ushers you up to her dorm. She sits you down on her bed as the tears start to gather on your waterline.

“What happened?” Minjung asks softly. You tell them everything and as you do, it all makes sense to you now. This must have been some fucking sick, drawn-out joke planned by their frat — have one of the NKT brothers flirt with some unsuspecting girl and then crush her heart. There was probably a bet on it. Mark’s probably cashing in whatever reward he won, laughing with Sihyun as she sits on his lap.

Sihyun. You understand now why she was so nasty for the past week or so.

You wonder if Johnny, Taeyong, Donghyuck, and Yuta are all having some big fucking laugh with Mark and Sihyun at the frat.

Minjung looks as distressed as you feel and Yuqi looks like she’s about to punch the wall.

“This is what I get,” you say, “for trusting an NKT brother.”

INTERLUDE

You reject all the NKT brothers’ follow requests on Instagram. You block Mark on the app and when you go to block his number, you realize that you don’t have it, which somehow makes you sadder.

You feel stupid, both for trusting the NKT frat and falling for their fake-nice bullshit but also for falling for a guy you barely knew anything about. Maybe you felt like you knew him because of all the things his friends told you about him. Maybe you just convinced yourself that you did because you wanted to.

Maybe you were just a fool.

Two weeks later, Mingi and Yunho try to get you to come to an ATZ frat party as a way of detoxing from the NKT one, but you decline. You don’t want to risk seeing any of them and you think that you’re done with Greek life forever.

You’re basically living at Yuqi’s dorm, ever so grateful that her roommate, Miyeon, is one of the loveliest people you’ve ever met and letting you invade their space for the time being until your room swap request is approved. You put it in two days after the incident after hearing Sihyun, very loudly, brag to her friend about what a good kisser Mark Lee is. She also kept giving you smug, self-satisfied looks that made you yearn for the days of her chilling glares.

You hated to admit how much you missed Mark. Despite your limited interactions, he wormed his way into your heart. You thought you had something, something that would lead somewhere. You thought you were special but now, you scoff at the thought.

It’s kind of awkward in your leadership seminar class, given that Johnny’s in it. He tried to talk to you the week following the party but gave up after you iced him out. He respected your personal space as well, sitting as far from you as he could. At least he looks somewhat guilty — maybe there is a conscious in his icy frat boy heart after all.

You’re taking a walk in the park by campus, headphones on and music blasting. Midterms season hit you like a truck and it’s been a constant slog of work. On top of the residual effects of the incident, your mind needs a break.

You don’t hear who’s calling your name until someone grabs your shoulder and slides your headphones off. You scream as your fight-or-flight instinct kicks in, your arm shooting forward to punch whoever hit you. You knock them squarely in their own shoulder and when you get a good look at your assailant, you practically growl, “What the fucking hell?”

“Okay, I admit, not the smartest thing to do. Sorry.”

Fucking Nakamoto Yuta.

You don’t answer him and snatch your headphones from his hand, going to put them back on when he shouts, “Wait!”

“Christ, what do you want?”

“I want to talk.”

“Not happening.”

“You’re talking to me right now.”

You glare at him but you don’t leave. Yuta says, “I know you’re probably thinking this was some cruel prank or something like that. But I just want to let you know that it wasn’t.” When you don’t say anything, he continues, “After that night that first time you came to one of our parties, Mark couldn’t stop talking about his really pretty beer pong partner and how stupid he was for not getting your number or asking you out right there. He honestly wasn’t even sure if you liked him too, so some of us came up with a plan that, whenever we had the chance, we’d tell you about Mark and try to gauge how you felt about him. He didn’t know about it and, in hindsight, it was kind of dumb but we were just trying to help him go out with someone he genuinely really liked.”

You stare at your shoes and Yuta says, “None of that was fake. And I still don’t know what the fuck happened with Mark and that other girl but I know that he sure as hell doesn’t like her.”

Your next question throws Yuta off. “Can you tell me what actually happened between you and my sister?”

“Did you listen to anything I said before?”

“I did, but I need to know about what happened with her in order to decide if I trust you on this.”

He sighs, “Fair enough. The long and short of it is that I was a new pledge in NKT when I was a freshman and your sister was a junior in Kappa Delta. We talked a couple of times at parties, I thought she was nice but I wasn’t looking for anything serious since I had just broken up with my high school girlfriend before coming to college but I guess she read more into it. When I turned her down, she got really upset and said that I led her on and gaslit her and spread all these rumors about me being emotionally manipulative.” Yuta runs a hand down his face. “It was a hard freshman year for me and if it weren’t for the guys, I don’t think I would have gotten through it as successfully as I did. So that’s the story. Do you believe me?”

You consider what he said for a moment. Now that you think about it, your sister’s story always did seem to have gaping holes in it. Moreover, she was never really good at taking rejection, given that she was the favored child between the two of you.

“I do.”

Yuta looks a little shocked but he nods, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Okay.”

You stand there in silence for a beat longer and he says, “Will you go talk to Mark now? He’s kind of a wreck right now.”

“Right now?”

“If that works for you.”

You nod and you and Yuta walk out of the park and down towards Greek row. He lets you both into the NKT house. It’s weird to see it in the daytime but— “It’s much cleaner than I thought it would be.” There are even nice paintings and artwork hung up on the walls that seemed to have been hidden under the red and blue lights NKT lit their house in during parties.

Yuta snickers, “Yeah, Taeyong and Kun are kind of neat freaks so they make sure we clean after all parties.” He has you go ahead of him upstairs and you’re standing in front of Mark’s door.

You turn to Yuta. “I’m not sure—”

“Mark!” He bangs on the door.

“Yuta, go away! I’m not in the mood to cuddle.”

You shoot a glance at Yuta, who’s unbothered and undeterred and he says, “There’s a visitor for you.”

More quietly, Mark grumbles, “I swear, if it’s Sihyun again, I’m actually going to kill you for letting her in.”

“As if I would do that.” Yuta opens Mark’s door before Mark can and shoves you inside, slamming it behind him. Now, Mark’s room is what you think of when you think of a frat house. There’s clothes slung all over the furniture, shoes in weird places, and take-out containers covering the desk. And Mark looks… rough. He’s still in his pajamas and it seems like hasn’t shaved in the past two weeks, if the five-o’clock shadow was anything to go off of.

Mark stares at you, as if he can’t believe you’re there and the rawness of his expression breaks your heart a little. He notices you looking around the room and says weakly, “I would have tidied up if I knew I had a guest. Not that I think you’re judging me or anything. And not that I have a ton of guests that need me to tidy up, it’s mostly just friends of mine who know how messy frat houses can get and—”

“It’s okay, Mark.”

His mouth snaps shut and he says, “I’m so sorry about the party a few weeks ago.”

You lean against his door and cross your arms. “I just need to know, Mark. All your friends kept hyping you up to me, Yuta even told me flat out that you liked me. I need to know if that was real, if any of it was real.”

“It was all real,” Mark says. “Everything I felt—feel—for you is real. I’ve honestly never felt this way since, well, this is the first time, really. I know we don’t know each other well, but I know there’s something here. A connection.” He looks at you with those dark, doe-eyes and says, “I really like you.”

You bite your lip. “And what about Sihyun? What was that about?”

“Jeez,” Mark groans, dragging a hand through his hair. “I’ve met her a few times at parties, she was always kind of touchy but I guess… I didn’t really think it would go anywhere. Then, she invited me to coffee with her — that’s the friend I was meeting when I ran into you — and I think she read into it a lot. And there was the party and I was in my room getting ready to— well, it doesn’t matter — but I was in my room and she comes in and tell me that someone spilled their drink on her dress and because I was the only one she really knew well at the party, she wanted to know if she could borrow something and when I said yes, she sort of climbed on top of me and told me she liked me and then you walked in and… and you ran off and I pushed her off and tried to go after you—”

“Right,” you say. You know the rest of the story. “So, you’re not into Sihyun.”

Mark shakes his head. “I never was and especially not now.” He makes a face and you laugh a little. Mark relaxes and laughs with you too, and you remember how much you like his laugh.

“What were you getting ready to do in your room?” you ask.

“Sorry?”

“You said that you were still in your room, getting ready to do something, when Sihyun walked in. What was it?”

“Oh.” Mark blushes a little. “I was going to ask you on a date. I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the restaurant a few blocks from here.”

“The one with the really good burgers?”

“Yeah, that one.”

You check your phone time and say, “I could go for a burger now.”

Mark perks up. “Seriously?”

You smile at him. “Yeah.”

“Okay! Cool! Yeah, um—” Mark glances down at himself. “Let me just put on some real clothes and shave and then we can go?”

“Sounds perfect.” As you turn to wait outside the door, you say, “Mark?”

“Yeah?”

“I really like you too.”

SIX MONTHS LATER: YOUR QUESTION

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve called you all here,” you say, eyeing the five men at the table.

“I’m on the edge of my seat,” Johnny says, sliding forward on his chair. You roll your eyes and Donghyuck and Taeyong laugh.

Yuta says, “I assume it has something to do with Mark.”

“Correct. Points to Yuta.”

“Hey! You didn’t say we were getting points,” Donghyuck says, pouting.

“Is it about him winning that writing competition?” Jaehyun asks.

“Exactly. See, Jaehyun, this is why you’re my favorite.” Jaehyun chuckles, the dimples in his cheeks deepening. Mark introduced you to Jaehyun a couple of weeks after you started dating and it’s safe to say that you became fast friends. Along with the other men in the room, Jaehyun is a self-proclaimed Mark expert, hence the group meeting.

“What present would he like?” you ask. “I’m trying to convey ‘Congrats on winning this competition’ and also ‘I love you.’”

The five of them stare at you and Taeyong grin, barely hiding the giddiness in his voice. “You’re going to tell him you love him?”

You nod and your friends cheer. Donghyuck says, “You could give Mark a rock and he’d love it because it’s you.”

“I’m not giving him a rock, Donghyuck.”

“What about a nice journal or something like that?” Johnny suggests.

“That’s an idea, but I want to make it special.”

Everyone is quiet for a minute but then Yuta says, “I have the perfect idea.”

Mark holds your hand as you stroll through the park after having a nice dinner at the same restaurant you had your first date. “Can we sit?” you ask him, pointing at the bench.

“Sure!”

The two of you take a seat and you turn to him, saying, “I want to say again how proud of you I am for winning that competition.”

Mark waves you off. “Babe, I already told you it’s not that big a deal.”

“Baby, it’s one of the most competitive competitions out there!” Mark flushes with embarrassment and you laugh, leaning over to kiss him. He cups your cheek and pulls you closer, and you want to stay like that forever but you reluctantly pull away to continue speaking. “I got you something.”

Mark’s eyes widen. “You didn’t have to!”

“I wanted to.” You reach into your bag and pull out his present, wrapped into brown paper and tried neatly with string.

Mark gingerly unties it and gawks at the notebook. “This is real leather,” he says, running his hand over the cover. He looks at you worriedly. “This must have cost you so much! You really didn’t have to—”

“I told you that I wanted to and you deserve it. Open it up.”

Mark opens it and reads the inscription you got printed inside.

My dearest, Mark, Congratulations on winning the writing competition! After many sleepless nights, your hard work paid and I’m so proud of you. You work hard every day to do your best every day, whether it be at school or at work or for us, you do everything with all of yourself and it’s one of the many, many things that I love about you.

Our start was definitely unconventional but even through that, the connection we felt was still stronger than whatever threatened to sever it. It’s been six months since we started dating and I couldn’t be happier. Every day, I wake up and am thankful for you.

I’ll write it here first before I say it: I love you, Mark Lee.

His mouth lifts into a grin and he looks up at you with sparkling eyes. You say to him, “I love you, Mark Lee.”

He ghosts his fingers over the same words in print. Then, he leans close to you and softly and shyly murmurs, “I love you too.”

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Storms and Coffee, Choso Kama X Reader

Description- Imagine being his reason for smiling, being the one to bring him comfort, touching him like no one had touched him before. Imagine being the only one who can clear his cloudy mind with your sunshine smile. Words- 2k Warnings- Unedited as fuck yall, I hate my writing so much rn, breaks suck, smut at the end, self indulgent angst, sad Choso is sad, praise kink, unprotected sex, pining, choso being adorably in love with you, oral (F! receiving)

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The first time that the half-curse, Choso Kama laid his eyes on you he was sure that his heart was going to stop. At the time, he had very little care for anything beyond his mission with Geto. His two younger brothers were dead and he was honestly just tired, the most tired he had ever been.

Choso had no idea where he was or how he ended up at this place. He had just been wandering the streets for a few hours and was currently taking shelter from the pouring rain. When he looked up into the dark storming sky and he saw the building was an apartment complex with a flickering sign.

Useless, useless, useless. He thought to himself, his eyes slipping shut as he let out an audible groan.

Choso just felt so lost. His vision was blurred from the rain that fell around him, it soaked his robe and his messy black hair but he didn’t really mind any of that.

It was only when a soft and shy voice broke through the thundering storm, both in the gray clouds, and in Choso’s mind that he looked up to see…you.

He had never seen someone…as beautiful as you before.

“Are you okay?” You asked, head tilted to the side.

His sharp and serious purple eyes met with your big and glossy ones. You had a raincoat on and a pink umbrella in your hand. You searched the tall strangers' faces with a look of concern.

Choso was a tall and rather intimidating man, even as he leaned against the brick wall of the building. He had a sharp look in his dark purple eyes that started to fade as he looked over your features. He seemed almost impressed that you were talking to him at all.

So small…so cute. He thought to himself.

Most people would be terrified of such a man, but you seemed rather unphased by his towering size and intimidating appearance, so you leaned forward to hold your umbrella over both Choso and yourself.

“I…” Choso started, realizing she was waiting on him to answer. His eyes wide as he looked down at the small human before him and he was rather caught off guard by her.

Because why would someone like you even talk to a disgraceful half-cure like him.

“You must be freezing, would you like to come in for some coffee?” You asked, all the while you held your umbrella over Choso and yourself to try and protect you both from the rain.

Choso stared down at her, he must have looked like a huge mess, his eyeshadow was rubbed across his cheek and his two buns were soaked and dripping down his face. After a moment, he nodded sheepishly.

“Yes…thank you.”

That one interaction was enough, enough for you to steal Choso’s entire half-cursed heart. Your sweetness and your warmth were intoxicating to him and he found himself returning to your apartment day after day, week after week.

Eventually, Choso was a part of your everyday life, he knocked on your door every morning with a blank expression and an absolutely love-sick heart. You wouldn’t have known he felt anything for you at all if not for the way he kept coming back. It was actually adorable, the way he would shyly rub the back of his neck as he stood in your doorway.

You ask him to go to the store with you? He immediately nods and carries the bags for you without a complaint. Want to spend the day baking? He is the perfect taste tester and would help you wash every dish afterwards. Wanna watch a bad movie? He will watch it all without a single complaint. (He is just looking at you the entire time)

The first time Choso knew he would be in trouble was the first time you touched him, the way your soft hands brushed against his arm. It made every single hair on the back of his neck stand on edge and his cheeks turn a soft pink. He found so much comfort in your touch, it was like a warm summer day he could just bask in forever.

When you walked together, he would stare at your small fingers intertwined with his because if he looked at your face he was sure that his heart would just explode. It all just made him fall that much harder for you.

He would wait an excruciatingly long time before he made a move or admitted his feelings for you but…he was head over heels for you from that very first day, your kindness and the softness of your hand when he held it, he honestly didn’t believe he deserved it. All Choso wanted was to keep you just how you were, perfect and innocent. He wouldn’t ever forgive himself for making you upset or uncomfortable.

He wanted to tell you so badly, how you were on his mind every moment of every day, how your sweet scent was intoxicating, how he wanted to hear you scream his name but…he didn’t want to be like that. You deserved respect and he was trying damn hard to give it to you but each day was more and more of a challenge for him to control himself. It was easy before, before, he saw you as adorable and sweet, his little angel. But now…

He couldn’t stop staring at your thighs and ass, every time you turned away from him it was like his eyes were magnets and your ass and thighs were the north pole(idk guys) Choso was almost slack-jawed every time he saw you, his head tilted to the side as he looked at you with a soft blush spreading over his face…he wanted to kiss every inch of your skin.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up.

When he would finally get up the courage to tell you how he feels (after lots of hyping up from his newly discovered brother Yujii) he would become obsessed with making it all absolutely perfect. He wore a black t-shirt and some jeans, he also wore his hair down. He was pacing outside of your apartment door, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“This is so stupid…this is a terrible idea” Choso thought to himself, running a hand through his long black hair as he debated leaving before he truly embarrassed himself.

Before he got the chance, the door opened and it was as if all of his worries just disappeared when he saw your beautiful face.

Choso took a step forward with a furious blush on his face and his hand was trembling just a little. He was noticeably nervous.This was your first time seeing him look so…casual, with his hair down and it made your heart echo like a drum, you knew he was handsome before but….damn.

You didn’t get a chance to react or say anything when Choso walked in, closing the door behind him as he backed you up against the wall, his huge arms pinning you as he leaned down to press his face into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t…say anything. I need to do something.” His voice sounded soft and trembling, his face was hot and his breath ran down the side of your neck.

You simply nodded, your face heating up as your heart echoed rapidly in your chest.

Choso was not particularly good with words, he fumbled and blushed and got so nervous he would completely freeze up but…he was definitely a man of action.

He pulled his face up from your neck and his hands moved from the wall behind you to cupping your precious face like you were his greatest treasure. His touch was gentle and soothing, you couldn’t help but lean into it. Choso would brush his thumb along your soft cheeks with a soft chuckle.

“You…are all that I think about.” He mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before he went back to caressing your face. “Can I kiss you? Please?” He asked, sounding significantly more desperate than he meant to before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

His gentleness and sweetness were making you lightheaded. You were too breathless to speak, your chest was rising and falling rapidly and you slowly nodded, your face hot to the touch from how flustered you were.

“Yes..kiss me.”

His lips collided with yours before the words properly left your mouth, he was desperate and sweet, his mouth molding to yours as you melted into each other’s arms. His lips were soft and sweet, smooth against your own as his tongue gently nudged against your lip until he was exploring your entire mouth, his hands moving from your face to your hips as he pressed you further against the wall. You let out a soft moan as you kissed, all of your senses on fire as Choso’s hands ran up and down your hips like he was memorizing your shape, your softness.

After a moment, Choso pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours and he had a bright blush spread over his pale face. You were both panting, a string saliva between your lips as Choso held you against the wall with a sheepish grin on his face. His purple eyes scanned over you with a softness you had never seen before.

“You are in such trouble now…” He said lovingly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear with a grin.

“Why is that?” You asked with a soft giggle, but you had a feeling you already knew.

‘Because now you’re mine.” He mumbled, moving to press soft and delicate kisses down your neck. “And I need you.” He said with a shaky sigh as he pulled his dark eyes to meet with yours.

“Cho-.” You started to say, your voice trembling but he cut you off with his finger pressed to your lips.

“Do I need to beg?” He whispered, his eyes big and filled with desperation. “Because I will, I will beg for you.”

After that, Choso made it his mission to fuck you each and every chance he got and in everyway he could. He just wanted to please you so badly it almost hurt.

“F-fuck, Choso…d-don’t stop. S’good.” You slurred, a soft pant leaving your lips as Choso’s adjusts his grip on your hips so he can go back to fucking into your soaked pussy from behind, his eyes locked on the jiggle of your ass and it made his mouth water with want and desire.

“You look so good on my cock, princess, fuck, you squeeze me so good.” Choso moaned, his face hot as his fingers dug into your hips and he continued to thrust deep in you, the fat tip of his dick hitting against your gummy walls that sucked around him desperately.

“Please…yes…yes, right there.” You whimpered, your back arching as Choso fucked you into the freshly made bed, his head falling back as you tightened around him, he knew you were getting close and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last either.

Your moans and desperate cries only pushed him further along, his hands twitching around your hips before he pulled out which made your hot dripping pussy clench and throb with want.

Before you could complain, your boyfriend had you pinned down on your back, your knees spread so he could run his lips down your knee and across your ankle before he started to kiss back up your leg, his large hands wrapped around your thighs as he pressed soft and wet kisses to your plush thighs.

“Mmm…you look so pretty like this..my pretty little princess.” Choso cooed, nuzzling his face into your thigh before he poked his tongue out of his glossy lips and looked up at you with half-lidded and dark eyes

Choso just loved how you tasted, he probably enjoyed it about as much as you did, he savored the taste and the smell and the feel of your flesh in his mouth, on his tongue. He nudged his nose against your clit as his tongue traced your already slick-soaked folds with a grin.

You were already trembling, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. He had been toying with you like this for hours and you had cum more times than you could remember, you were a panting and whimpering mess.

Choso seemed like he hadn’t even broken a sweat as he lapped up your sweet nectar like it was all he survived on, and he probably could have. Your thighs were trembling around his face as his tongue explored each and every part of you, his thumb lazily brushing your clit back and forth as his hand rested on your belly.

“S-so close.” You moaned desperately, white hot stars blocking your vision as your fingers dug into his dark hair.

Your back arched and your whole body trembled as you let out a cry, your thighs soaked in your own slick as Choso licked your thighs and pussy completely clean with an almost adorable desperation.

After he was done, he leaned his head against your knee and looked up at you with a somewhat bashful grin.

“Did I…do good?” He asked with a soft blush.

Please do not copy, use my work, or put it through AI without my permission or I'll be really sad about it!

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psychocharlie · 8 months

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I had a dream last night in which Dethklok released deth-eyeshadow palettes. Everyone had their own personalized palette with colors that perfectly fit them and the names for each color in the palette were given by Dethklok themselves. Some refills had funny stamps embossed in the style of each of the band members, and the cover of the packs had their faces on it.

Nathan's palette was mostly black and blood red with names like Death, Murder, Crushed Skull (the only light color there, a milky white), Guts, Hatred, Bloody Vomit, and blue-black color named Abyss.

And when he saw Pickles' palette, he grumbled for a long time that his palette is "not metal" and looked gay, because Pickles' palette didn't have a single dark color, it had a few red-orange shades, but none of them were even brutal blood red (!!!). There was a neon pink shimmer called "Glam" in memory of snakes n barrels, a bottle-green shade called "Booze". The rest of the refills was some trippy bright colors with names like "Party", "Sex on the beach", and there were also a few drug-related named shades: I remember "Acid mushroom", "bad trip" and "cocaine". It looks pretty cool tbh. But Nathan was so fucking pissed off, he was like "Pickles, what kind of gay fucked up shit you put out, it's not even brutal! Okay with Toki put out his candy pink girl shit with glitter and unicorns, 'cause that's Toki, but what's fucking wrong with you? Now, of all the deth-palettes, only mine looks metal, it's fucked up!"

Toki's palette was cute and candy-colored, just the way he likes it. Ufortunately I only remembered a few color names – "Rainbow", "Candy Paradise" and "Magic Unicorn" and there were A LOT of glitter refills in his palette (besides Toki, only Pickles and Skwisgaar palettes had glitters in it, but even they had only one glitter per palette). The cover of the box showed Toki in a cat's body running through a rainbow like in the hamburger time song.

Murderface had the entire palette done in just yellow, ranging from regular yellow to acid yellow to a yellow with red streaks. All the shades were simply called "PISS", "PISS", "PISS", "PISS", "PISS", "ACID PISS", "BLOODY PISS", "PISS". A single black shade in the bottom right corner with the name "Self-hatred" stood out against this. The package was also done in yellow colors, a bit in the Planet Piss style.

Skwisgaar had a cold colors palette. There were various cold white, gray and blue colors with names like "Ice fjord", "Snow vortex", "Northern wolf", "Viking". There was also a very beautiful golden glitter named "Golden god", Skwisgaar said that it was made of real gold particles.

Anyway, it's an incredibly cool concept and I woke up feeling really sad that these eyeshadow palettes don't exist in reality because I want to buy them all 😭

Upd: forgot to add another interesting detail. Throughout the dream Exitus from Brendon Small's Galaktikon II was playing somewhere in the background (I didn't fall asleep with headphones on, the song was part of the dream and existed inside it). Namely the lines from "hold my breath, look in my eyes" to "and you live, you live in your heart. And we live, we live with you". So when I woke up I had those lines running through my head.

#metalocalypse #mtl #dethklok #just something about my weird dreams #but I think it’s really cool concept #so I put it on my tumblr #I would even buy a Murderface' piss palette #nope I would buy ESPECIALLY Murderface' piss palette it’s fucking GREAT #Pickles' and Murderface' deth-palettes are my favourite tbh #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #william murderface #dreams

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keqism · 1 year

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⎯⎯ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 ⊰

.࿔ feat. xiao + gn. reader

.࿔ premise. letters from the heart are always written in gold.

.࿔ cw. fluff, college au, meet cute, a single virginity joke

.࿔ notes. utterly in love with xiao, please come scream about him with me

Despite popular belief, the library is never silent.

It's a muted cacophony of rustling pages, the creaking of chairs, and the occasional soggy sneeze from the unfortunate soul who caught the latest virus on campus. But fortunately for you, it's the right amount of noise needed to focus. You're tucked away into the back corner, notebooks hazardously strewn across the table. Your only companion is a lukewarm cup of iced coffee, condensation running down the sides and forming a puddle that threateningly inches toward your papers.

Today, the library is unusually empty; the seats at your table are vacant. It's a blessing to you—fewer eyes to witness your silent paroxysm of stress. With multiple deadlines approaching (underlined in three different colors in your agenda), you can feel the exhaustion catching up to you. It's your fault, really, for procrastinating. But in your book, the early bird doesn't get the worm, and things turn out better with a deadline chasing after you.

Nevertheless, procrastination or not, the stress was taking a toll on your mind, and as you slam your head against the table in frustration, you feel tears well up in your eyes.

Amidst your breakdown, you hear timid footsteps approach your corner and look up, forehead aching from hitting your head against the table. The sight in front of you takes your breath away.

The boy before you is beautiful.

Snowflakes litter his hair like powdered sugar on dark chocolate, dampening the dark strands. Large hands awkwardly grip the straps of his backpack as he lingers in front of you, burrowing his nose into his emerald green scarf as a cold draft comes in from the windows. The only part of his face left unhidden are his eyes: golden, lined with dark lashes and a light dusting of red eyeshadow—golden eyes that now meet your gaze.

You feel your heart skip a beat. And then it skips another beat when he speaks.

"Can I sit here?" he mumbles, gesturing towards the empty seat across from you. You nod, scrambling to gather your haphazard mess of papers and frantically push them onto your side of the table. Something fragrant floods your senses as he sits down; soft notes of vanilla and amber drown out the dusty smell of the library, clearing the fog in your head. Taking a sip from your watered-down coffee, you watch as he pulls his laptop out of his bag, a myriad of colorful neon sticky notes covering its gray exterior. You sneak a brief look at them.

"Email Prof. Zhongli back ASAP"

"Lunch with Kazu and me tomorrow 2PM, don't forget!! — the better friend >:)" (scribbled in glittery purple ink)

"XIAO YOU THIEF DID YOU TAKE MY POETRY BOOK??"

The last note makes you choke on your coffee, an unattractive cough escaping your lips. Golden eyes glance up in surprise, but concern quickly melts into amusement when he sees your shoulders shake with laughter. You awkwardly clear your throat and duck your head behind your laptop screen. But curiosity eats away at you, and when you peer up at him, you see his cheeks flush red and a small smile curve on his lips.

Something in your stomach flutters.

His name is Xiao, you later learn, and you know exactly three things about him.

ONE

An intricate pattern of green decorates his right arm, but it's usually kept hidden in the sleeve of his sweatshirt. You've seen it exactly once, when the air conditioning in the library broke one day. Xiao had grudgingly shed his jacket when the heat got unbearable, leaving him in just a white T-shirt.

You could have sworn that the temperature in the room got hotter when you caught sight of the green ink.

TWO

Every Tuesday, his friends accompany him to the library—not to study, it seems, but to serve as a distraction for both you and Xiao. The one who sits to his left is Venti, and also who you consider the library's worst nightmare. Rather than working, he chooses to talk Xiao's ear off and scroll through his phone. But although he glares at Venti during the entirety of their stay, you can tell that Xiao doesn't really mind his presence.

To his right sits Kazuha, literature major and Xiao’s roommate. Unlike Venti, he's rather quiet, spending his time scribbling in an incredibly worn-down notebook, leaving you wondering what stories he could be weaving within its covers. He's pretty, you think. If you weren't enamored by Xiao, you would have gone after him.

They're an odd mix but it somehow works: Kazuha proofreads everyone's papers (and nearly loses his mind when he sees Xiao's). When Xiao and Kazuha are visibly stressed, it's Venti who pesters them until the tension in their shoulders relaxes. And when Kazuha's just about had it with Venti, Xiao's the one who holds him back until he calms down.

In your opinion, they're quite entertaining to watch, albeit a little distracting.

THREE

Despite his aloof exterior, Xiao is endearingly shy.

You've never had a proper conversation with him; a small nod and a smile are sufficient enough for both of you. But as the months slowly pass by, he comes out of his shell—like a stray cat, you muse.

Behind his stern gaze and intimidating aura, Xiao is sweet and attentive. When you caught a nasty cold during exam season, he made sure to pack a box of tissues just for you. When your stomach makes embarrassing noises in the evenings, he slides a granola bar across the table without a word. And once, when you accidentally fell asleep with your nose buried in a textbook, you woke up hours later to a familiar sweatshirt tucked under your head and a note stuck on your laptop screen that read "good luck on your exams, you can do this".

You tucked the note into your nightstand later that day.

Your friendship isn't one-sided, though. Your fancy highlighters always end up on his side of the table, colorful ink decorating his neat handwriting. When his phone dies (and it often does; it's rather old) and his eyes pleadingly look your way, you're already handing your portable charger to him. Oftentimes, your extra hair tie makes its way from your bag and into his messy hair, holding the strands up into a bun. And on some days, Xiao arrives at the library to find a cup of coffee waiting for him at his seat—iced caramel macchiato with extra vanilla syrup.

Slowly, something more than a friendship blooms—something filled with quick, bashful glances and soft smiles. And although the warm, fluttering feeling in your chest is hard to ignore, the two of you are too shy to address it.

Today is different, though.

He's late—it's a quarter after six when Xiao scurries into the library. And instead of sitting across from you like he usually does, he slumps into the chair next to you.

You watch the flustered boy pull his laptop out, your brows furrowing in confusion when you notice the lack of the usual obnoxiously vibrant sticky notes stuck onto the lid. Instead, there's a single blue square covered in writing.

"You can do it Xiao!!"

"OUR BABY XIAO GREW SOME BALLS"

"RIP to Xiao's virginity!!"

The last note was furiously scribbled out in black ink.

Today feels different because Xiao appears to be very nervous: his left knee bounces under the table, jolting against the leg of his chair. A sheen of sweat beads on his forehead and he refuses to make eye contact with you—even when you wave hello.

"Hi," you smile. He nervously meets your gaze for a second before glancing away, mirth glittering in your eyes like the sun's reflection in the summer sea.

"Hello," he mutters, and he attempts to smile back, although he's sure it looks more like a grimace. He awkwardly clears his throat, raking his hands through his hair while he tries to collect himself.

"Xiao, are you okay?" you ask, and he nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of your voice, knocking your cup of coffee all over the desk.

"Oh," he gasps, scrabbling to save his laptop and your papers from the growing puddle of caffeine. You mop up the spill with some spare napkins and try to reassure him, but your words fall on deaf ears.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry," he stammers. "I was going to ask you out but I got nervous and—"

Realizing what he was saying, he snaps his mouth shut in embarrassment and slams his head against the desk, cradling his head in his arms and praying to every deity to erase his existence while you hold back your laughter. Xiao is usually ever so composed; seeing him so flustered is rather endearing.

A soft touch to the back of his hand interrupts his prayers, startling him. He peeks out from the protection of his arms to see a pink sticky note stuck to his skin. You're smiling, and the sight is enough to feed the butterflies in his stomach. The setting sun bathes the room in a soft golden glow; time feels like molten honey as Xiao slowly reads the note.

XXX-XXX-XXXX

if it's hard to talk, we can always text :)

Something in him warms at the sight of your handwriting, and he finally looks up to meet your eyes. A real, genuine smile dances on his lips, and he hears your breath catch.

Golden eyes always looked prettier under the sun, after all.

.࿔ notes. big thank you to aly, kyo, and xin for beta reading!!

#favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #genshin impact fluff #xiao x reader #genshin impact xiao #xiao fluff #genshin impact x reader #xiao x you #genshin impact

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fox-guardian · 2 years

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[ID: A digital drawing of Jon and Martin dressed as Morticia and Gomez Addams. Jon is a thin Arab man with brown skin covered with various scars, including circular scars and a burn across his face and shoulder, with long, curly, black and gray hair and a matching mustache. He is wearing a long, black, off-the-shoulders dress with a ragged hem, red lipstick and muted blue eyeshadow, and he has pointed red nails. Martin is a tall, fat, white man with slicked back bright red hair streaked with white, freckles, a small goatee, and a small and thin Gomez mustache. He is wearing a striped suit, black shoes, a black bowtie, a white shirt, and round golden glasses.

Martin is carrying Jon bridal-style while Jon has his arms wrapped around his shoulders, one hand almost caressing his face. They're gazing at each other, smiling, while a red light emanates from between their chests. They're haloed with a softer blue light, and the background is a deep blue, with hearts surrounding them in red, pink, and blue, bursting from the space between them. end ID]

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so i think it'd be cute if they dressed up as the addamses

(edit: slightly altered ID, rb this version please!)

#fg's art #the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #jmart #eyestrain #not sure how i feel about the pose. might draw them again repeatedly about it ahlsdakdjh

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britany1997 · 1 year

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Paul X Trad Goth Reader Plz 🧎‍♀️ I haven't seen anyone do it-

Spellbound

Paul x GN Trad Goth Reader

I hope you like this! Huge shoutout to @legal-lost-boy for the pictures I used for the mood board, and for the suggestions for subs and add ins for the clothes and makeup, @crustyraccoon for pre-reading this for me as another trad goth expert, and @luv4fandoms for letting me use her earring HC! Couldn’t have written this without y’all🖤

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You leaned against the railing of the boardwalk, your gloved hands flipping through the pages of Frankenstein until it was yanked from your grasp. You looked up into the eyes of your blond vampire boyfriend, crossing your arms as you waited for an explanation.

“I thought you were reading through Dracula,” he pouted, “I’m offended babe, you gonna find yourself a Frankenstein or something?” He asked.

“First of all,” you started, “if you’re thinking of the green guy with the stitches you see on Halloween decorations, that’s Frankenstein’s monster, Frankenstein is the doctor,” you paused.

“Though Dr. Frankenstein could be considered the real monster, but then again, I certainly wouldn’t leave you for him either way,” you said teasingly.

“No, no, no,” he said, “the heart wants what it wants babe, why don’t you run into the arms of your new reanimator boyfriend,” he sighed dramatically.

You pouted at him mockingly, “ah but Paul he wouldn’t have your charms, or your rugged good looks. And no way in hell he’d have a motorcycle like yours.” You told him slinging an arm around his waist.

“That’s true sugar,” he said confidently, “I am sorta the whole package huh?”

You rolled your eyes, “you’re the best there is babe,” you told him.

“And just so you know, I finished Dracula, it’s much better,”you smiled.

“Good to know sugar,” he said, winking at you, “did you still wanna head back before we go to the club tonight?” He asked.

“Yes please,” you replied as he took your hand and led you towards his bike.

Back at the cave, you were sat on the lip of the fountain as Paul kneeled in front of you, your foundation in hand.

He gently applied the foundation to your skin, rubbing it in little circles before setting it with powder.

Then he picked up your eyeshadow palette, painting on the darkest black and grays, he hesitated before putting on any more.

“What lip color are we going with tonight,” he asked, eyebrow raised.

You laughed softly and smiled, it warmed your heart that something so important to you was just as important to him.

“Purple,” you told him smiling.

“Perfect,” he said, returning your smile before adding some purple eyeshadow to the mixture on your lids.

You drew on your own eyeliner, and did your eyebrows. Though you loved Paul and trusted him completely, you both knew he did not have the most steady hands.

You handed him your purple lipstick for the finishing touch, and to your surprise, rather than swiping it onto your lips, Paul applied it to his.

You looked at him quizzically, and he smirked at you before placing his fingertips on the sides of your face, careful not to smudge your masterpiece, and pulling you in for a kiss.

“Paul!” You gasped.

“What babe?” He asked, “now we match.” He said winking at you.

You laughed and took the lipstick from his hand, putting yours on a bit thicker. “Thank you baby,” you told him, smiling softly.

“You know i can put your lipstick on like that every time,” he offered.

“I’m sure,” you said as you smiled at his deep purple lips, “I don’t think I’d mind at all.”

He kissed you again without warning. “Didn’t think you had enough on there,” he explained, “don’t worry though, I’ve got your back.” He winked.

You smiled, grabbing your hairspray to tease and style your hair. When you finished you stood up from the fountain, walking over to your nest and riffling through clothes until you found what you’d been looking for.

You closed the curtain, hearing Paul breathe out in disappointment from the other side, before stepping out of the clothes you’d been wearing and changed into a see through black button up. You slid on your black leather pants and oversized trench coat after before pulling on your pikes and tossing on some silver jewelry.

You went to pull the curtain back but stopped yourself, turning back to grab a leather waist cincher and a moon necklace. You stepped out into the main area of the cave where Paul was waiting. “Help me out?” You asked, handing him the cincher.

He smiled as he slipped it around your waist, fastening it and pulling gently. When he was done he slipped a hand through yours and twirled you,

“Fuck me babe,” he said, “we could just stay in tonight,” he suggested while biting his lip.

“Mm I don’t think so Dr. feel good,” you said back laughing, “we did that last night. I’m dying to go dancing.”

He shrugged, “whatever you want sugar, I’m just happy to be here.”

You looked into his eyes adoringly before slipping the moon necklace over his head. He gasped and picked up the pendant between his thumb and forefinger before looking up at you.

“For you,” you said blushing, “so we can really match,” you told him, picking up the star pendant from your own neck and touching it to his moon.

His whole face lit up as a smile spread across it, “I love it,” he told you. “I’ll wear it all the time, so that everyone knows I’m yours.”

He gasped again, his face flashing with inspiration. “Stay right there!” He said.

You watched as he flitted around the cave, practically turning it upside down, until he returned to you, fist closed.

“For you,” he said, as he opened a fist to reveal an earring that matched the one Paul always wore in his left ear, “so that everyone will know that you’re mine.”

You blushed, taking out your own earring and putting in his, “it’s perfect,” you told him.

He smiled and took your hand in his own, “ready to go?” He asked.

“Ready,” you replied, lacing your fingers with his.

You pulled up to The Box on Paul’s bike. He offered you his arm as you hopped off. You smiled and rolled your arms as you laced your arm through is and strode inside.

Cities in Dust blared over the speakers as you entered. You pulled Paul to the dance floor with you as your body moved to the music. He moved with you, gripping your hips as you tore up the dance floor together.

After awhile you both had migrated to the side of the room to people watch. “Look at the patches on that jacket,” you pointed at a dancer swinging their arms and bouncing on their feet, “I’d kill for a jacket like that, but I can’t sew for shit!”

“I could ask Marko for you,” Paul offered, “he made his jacket himself!”

You smiled at him, “thank you baby, I really appreciate it,” you told him, leaning in for a kiss and adding to the purple lipstick still staining Paul’s lips from earlier.

As you both pulled away, the pendants on your necklaces tangled together, pulling you back to each other.

Paul beamed, “we’re meant to be babe, even our necklaces think so,”

You shot him a half-smile as you untangled the pendants and kissed his cheek “must be baby,” you told him.

The sound of Rockin’ Bones blared over the speakers and you grasped Paul’s hand in yours once again. “C’mon baby! We can’t stand on the sidelines for The Cramps!”

Paul smiled as you dragged him to the floor, he could dance the night away with you for the rest of his afterlife.

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Taglist🖤:

@nerdy-spooks @ghoulgeousimmaculate @6lostgirl6 @pixielostboy @misslavenderlady @anna1306 @its-freaking-bats @solobagginses

#the lost boys #paul lost boys #tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #paul tlb #the lost boys fic #gn reader #paul x reader #Paul x gn reader #trad goth #trad goth reader

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redtail-lol · 8 months

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Okay ball update

I'm going to attempt a full ID.

[Image ID: A ballsona in the LGBallT style. The flags as pictured are:

Main ball: Asexual (black, gray, white, purple) on the left; cupiosexual (light gray, dusty light periwinkle, white, light pink) on the right.

Third eye: Everique (pastel red, orange, yellow, green, and blue with white stripes between each stripe, and a dark purple stripe through the yellow stripe. In the middle of that is a lighter purple circle outlined by the darker purple and with a darker purple heart. The purple is all outlined in white too.

Eyeshadow: Para-oriented (blue, dark blue, slate gray, white, slate gray, teal, turquoise) on the left, para-oriented ace (blue, dark blue, slate gray, white, gray, dark purple, purple) on the right.

Whiskers: Doe lesbian (brown, light brown, lighter brown, white, very light pink, light pink, pink) upper left, cotton cloud lesbian (pink, light pink, lighter pink, thin pink, white, thin gray, silver, light gray, gray) middle left, sea femme enbian (dark cyan, saturated dark blue, blue, slightly lighter blue, purple, light magenta, pink, white) lower left, femme mspec (dark violet, hot pink, orange, light yellow, sea green, blue) upper right, femme bi lesbian (dark violet, violet, red, salmon, white, light pink, magenta-plum, violet) middle right, femme omni lesbian (pale purple-ish pink, light purple-ish pink, purple, dark blue, bright sea foam green) bottom right.

Tails: Acespec (navy blue, desaturated purple, desaturated pink, desaturated cream) on the left, arosespec (soft forest green, blueish off white, desaturated purple, desaturated navy blue) in the middle, arospec (green, light green, yellow, dark teal, darker teal) on the right.

Left ear: Bi lesbian (dark indigo, violet, pink, orange, cream) outer, bi lilaen (dark violet, desaturated violet, lavender, blueish off white, periwinkle) inner, bi gay (fuschia, desaturated fuschia, light desaturated purple, desaturated dark periwinkle, blue) inner ear tuft

Left ear halos: Les4Bi (desaturated red, red, slightly pastel orange, orange-ish off white, desaturated magenta, desaturated purple, dusty indigo) in the front, Bi4Bi (dusty pink, dusty violet, dusty blue, dusty sea green) in the back

Left ear earrings: Woman/girl (burnt reddish orange, orange, pale yellow-orange, yellowish off white, reddish light pink) upper circle, hypergirl (silver, white, pink, black, pink, white, silver) upper rectangle, cisfem enby (desaturated gold, white, dusty magenta-violet, darker and desaturated magenta-violet, dark warm gray) lower rectangle, girlby (pastel orange, yellow, white, pink, violet, dark gray) lower circle, Bigender (sky blue, light sky blue, white, purple, white, light pink, pink) uppermost ring, Bigender W+NB (slightly dark gold, yellow, white, purple, white, light pink, pink) upper-middle ring, multigender (sky blue, indigo, violet, hot pink, desaturated orange) middle ring, Bigendermeld (dark sky blue, slighty dark sky blue, light silvery blue, purplish off white, light purple, purplish off white, very light pink, pink, dark fuschia) lower middle ring girlbymesh (hot pink, purple, yellow, white, yellow, purple, hot pink) lowermost ring.

Right ear: Lunian (dusty dark indigo, purple, dusty sky blue, greenish turquoise, sea foam green) outer, lobelian (dusty dark blue, dusty purple, light lavender, purplish off white, dusty pink) inner, stellian (dark magenta, burnt orange, light yellow, purple, dark blue) inner ear tuft

Right ear halos: Mspec4Mspec (blue, sky blue, light saturated green, pale orange, dusty pink, purple) front, Amphic (purple, light sky blue, white, pinkish red, white, light sky blue, purple) back

Right ear earrings: Genderqueer (pinkish violet, white, light yellow, grass green) lower circle, deminonbinary (gray, light gray, yellow, white, yellow, light gray, gray) lower rectangle, aporagender (pink, dusty lavender, yellow, dusty lavender, sky blue) upper rectangle, cisgender (bright pink, bright sky blue) upper circle. Resembles the Fetrah flag (an anti LGBT group) but I'm either stealing their flag and repurposing it or I'm accusing them of stealing my cis flag, whichever I find funnier. There is a black chain between the lower and upper circles. Transneucisfem (dark gray, gold, yellow, white, light pink, slightly dark pink, dark red) lowermost ring, feminine (dark red, red, pink, light pink, pinkish off white, light pink, magenta, violet, purple) lower middle ring, primagirl (purple, hot pink, thin pale yellow-orange, yellow, thin pale yellow-orange, hot pink, purple) middle ring, femme (reddish salmon, orange, pinkish off white, plum, purple) upper middle ring, presentationflux (dark pink, pink, light pink, purple, yellow, purple, light cyan, cyan, dark cyan) uppermost ring.

Beanie: Lesbian (purple, violet, pink, white, salmon, pale orange, light yellow) main

Beanie patches: Evenic (bluish purple, light purple, yellow, orange, dark magenta, very dark violet) upper left, sun sapphic (orange, light yellow, white, purple flower with yellow center, light pink, slightly dark reddish hot pink) right

Beanie rim: Gay enbian (bluish purple, sky blue, very light blue, light lavender, purplish pink, plum, dark dusty violet) left, gay (bluish purple, sky blue, light saturated green, dusty orange, pink, violet, dark dusty violet) middle, gay lesbian (magenta, red, orange, yellow-orange, white, dusty orange, pink, violet, dark dusty violet) right.

Beanie rim pins, left to right: Aquarian (dark cyan, sky blue, light sky blue, bluish off white, light pink, violet, purple), saltwater aquarian (dark cyan, cyan, greenish turquoise, sea green tinted off white, silvery purple, indigo, dark indigo), bi enbian (dusty blue, bluish purple, desaturated periwinkle, purplish off white, desaturated lavender, violet, dark violet), planetary stellian (dark magenta, neon light orange, neon yellow, bright purple, dark blue), planetary bi gay, (reddish pink, bright neon pink, periwinkle, neon bluish purple, saturated dark blue), omni gay (light pink, magenta, very dark purple, purple, light blue), planetary omni gay (light pink, hot pink, very dark purple, bright neon purple, bright neon sky blue), full moon springtide lunian (very dark dusty blue, bright indigo, sky blue, sea foam green, white), full moon springtide bi lesbian (dark purple, violet, neon pink, salmon, white) omni lesbian (dark purple, plum, saturated periwinkle, lavender, cream), full moon springtide omni lesbian (dark dusty purple, purple, periwinkle, silvery purple, white).

Beanie flower pin: Midnight sapphic (yellow middle, purple petals, dark purple clips)

Scarf: Demiromantic (white, thin green, and silver with black chevron) left, neurodemiromantic (very thin silver, white, very thin silver, very thin green, thin lime, very thin green, very thin white, silver, very thin white) middle, autidemiromantic (same as neurodemiromantic but in an infinity shape) right.

Scarf pins, left to right: She/they (purple, pink, dark magenta, white, yellow, bright purple, dark purple), lilae lunian (purple, dusty sky blue, greenish turquoise, pink, violet, dark purple), aneuspec (dark purple, light purple, silvery blue, blue gray, dark blue gray), neuroeuphoric (light lavender, light purple, purple, magenta, pale orange), quoieuphoric (dark purple, light purple, black, white, black, green, cyan), neuroquoieuphoric (dark pink, pink, black, white, black, green, cyan), lilaen (dark purple, dusty pinkish purple, light lavender, pinkish off white, pink), omni lilaen (pink, dusty darker pink, dusty dark purple, light sky blue, bluish off white).

Left scarf tail: Acemid (Purple, lighter purple, periwinke tinted off-white, sky blue, dark cyan) tassles, cupioromantic (light salmon, lighter salmon, white, dusty light lavender, light gray) lower patch, cupiospec (pink, desaturated light pink, light pink, white, light purple, purple, black with light sky blue diamond in the middle) middle patch, cupiorose (gray, light purple, white, light pink, pink) upper patch.

Right scarf tail: Aspec (black upper left quadrant, plum lower left quadrant, green upper right quadrant, gray lower left quadrant, white star in the middle) upper patch, lovecoric ace (orange, pale orange, yellow, thin slightly light purple, purple, thin slightly light purple, yellow, pale orange, orange) middle patch, angled aroace (gold, light yellow, white, greenish teal) lower patch, ánisic aroace (dark reddish orange, orange, orange-ish off white, dusty purple, dark violet) tassles.

Left main wing: Mspec (green, cyan, blue, indigo, purple, violet, hot pink, orange, golden yellow) main feather, pluralian (purple, white, purple with yellow flower symbol with green stems and reddish pink stem tips) uppermost inner feather, plurian (blue, bright green, yellow, pink, dark purple) upper-middle inner feather, multi (purple, white, light sky blue, magenta) lower-middle inner feather, multiceter (purple, white, yellow, green) lowermost inner feather, bi (pinkish red, purple, dark blue) uppermost outer feather, tulim (green, white, light sky blue, light purple) upper-middle outer feather, syn (blue, indigo, violet, magenta, pink) middle outer feather, periso (blue, periwinkle, purplish off white, slightly light red, yellow, pale orange, dusty reddish orange) lower-middle outer feather, spectra (pink, purple, white, neon turquoise, sky blue) lowermost outer feather.

Right main wing: Primlunic (purple, desaturated purple, pale pink, dusty pink, pale yellow) main feather, Enbisian (dark purple, bright violet, bright orange, reddish pink) uppermost inner feather, trixenamoric (light yellow, very light pale orange, light orange-ish red, thin pink, white, thin pink, light pink, lavender, periwinkle) upper middle inner feather, venusic (very light pale pink, very light pale yellow, very light pale desaturated orange, light desaturated red, very light desaturated brown, light desaturated brown) lower middle inner feather, faunic (tan, light brown, brown, desaturated reddish pink light pink) lowermost inner feather, iridian (dusty navy blue, desaturated violet, saturated salmon, purplish off white, saturated salmon, dusty red, dusty dark magenta) uppermost outer feather, hecatolic (light sky blue, light desaturated sky blue, silver, light slate gray, slate gray, stormy blue gray) upper middle outer feather, axinitian (dusty magenta-violet, pink, orange, yellow, white, yellow, orange, pink, magenta-violet) middle outer feather, agatic (dark red, fuschia, magenta, light dusty purple, yellowish off white, light yellow-orange, orange, red, dark red) lower middle outer feather, asterian (very light pale pink, pink, light purple, purple, magenta, orange, yellow) lowermost outer feather.

Upper left wing: Neptunic (bluish teal, light teal, sea foam green, very light pale blue, light periwinkle, periwinke) main feather, omni neptunic (turquoise, bluish light teal, bluish teal, dark blue, dusty light indigo, light purple, light periwinkle) upper inner feather, bi neptunic (pinkish red, pink, light magenta, pale light magenta, sky blue, light blue) middle feather, enbian neptunic lesbian (periwinkle, teal, sea green, pinkish off white, light dusty violet, dusty pink, light pink) lower feather, neptunitrixbian (dark reddish orange, light orange, light orange-ish yellow, light pale yellow, bright sea green, sea green, dark teal) uppermost outer feather, neptunisaph (dark dusty pink, magenta, pink, pale yellow, green, dark teal) upper middle outer feather, neptunitrix (slightly dark dusty blue, slightly dark dusty purple, pink, light yellow, sky blue, saturated slightly dark blue, dusty dark purple) lower middle outer feather, thalassic (greenish turquoise, periwinkle, purple, magenta, pink) lowermost outer feather

Upper right wing: Femique (dark blue, dusty indigo, violet, pink, light pink) main feather, tribade (dark reddish pink, slightly dark red, white, hot pink, light pink with a very dark red moon symbol) upper inner feather, Fenin (orange, very light pale orange, light pale yellow, very light pale orange, orange) middle inner feather, violettian (violet, dusty pink, desaturated yellow, silver, dusty purple) lower inner feather, despian (very dark saturated indigo, dark greenish teal, saturated periwinke, light desaturated lavender, very light pale yellow) uppermost outer feather, hibarian (magenta-violet, hot pink, yellow, turquoise, blue) upper-middle outer feather, Liersic (white, light violet, reddish pink, salmon) lower-middle outer feather, femaric (black, white, pink) lowermost outer feather

Lower left wing: Enbian (dusty dark indigo, dusty dark purple, slightly lighter indigo, indigo, dusty slightly dark purple, dusty purple, slightly dark dusty lavender) main feather, enviolet (dark blue, lavender, very light pale pink, light pink, very light pale pink, lavender, dark blue), upper inner feather, enbian lesbian (dusty dark indigo, dusty purple, light lavender, very light pale yellow, dusty blue) middle inner feather, ammolic (dark violet, desaturated purple, yellow, pale orange, dark dusty reddish orange) lower inner feather, begonia (light pale salmon, light pale desaturated salmon, very light pale desaturated salmon, white, light gold, very light desaturated gold, light pale yellow) uppermost outer feather, Brownitian (dusty green, slightly lighter desaturated green, light dusty green, desaturated light lime, brown, slightly darker brown, dark brown) upper-middle outer feather, carnian (dark reddish pink, saturated salmon, light pale orange, yellowish off white, purplish pink, dark purple, very dark blue) lower-middle outer feather, fincuan (violet, light pink, yellow, pale orange, reddish orange) lowermost outer feather

Lower right wing: Trixic (dusty violet, light magenta, light pink, pale yellow, golden yellow) main feather, vaporic (dusty dark violet, dusty violet, pale light pink, white, golden yellow) upper inner feather, bi trixic (dusty dark indigo, dusty purple, dusty pink, white, light gold) middle inner feather, steam vaporic (light pale violet, light pale magenta, light pale salmon, white, light pale yellow) lower inner feather, orbisian (light pink, pink, magenta, purple, saturated dark blue) uppermost outer feather, sapphixic (light magenta, light pink, light golden yellow, light pale yellow, light pale pink, pink) upper-middle outer feather, trixic lesbian (dark desaturated red, desaturated orange, desaturated gold, white, desaturated reddish pink, desaturated slightly dark blue violet, dusty dark purple) lower-middle outer feather, enbitrix (dark purple, purple, lavender, lighter lavender, slightly light orange) lowermost outer feather

Infinity halo: autism (red, orange, yellow, lime, green with a small white line perpendicular to the others)

Horizontal halo: Schrodinger's Omni (slightly light slightly dusty blue, blue, slightly darker blue, dark saturated blue, black, dark pink, slightly lighter dark pink, desaturated slightly dark pink, desaturated pink) front, aroace lunian (dark green, desaturated tealish green, light tealish green, white, light blue, dusty purple, dark desaturated violet) back

Hanging orbs, front, left to right: demi omni lesbian (dark purple, plum, saturated periwinkle, lavender, cream, with a black chevron), demi bi lesbian (dark indigo, violet, pink, orange, cream, with a black chevron), arospec omni lesbian (dark purple, plum, saturated periwinkle, lavender, cream, light green, slightly darker light green), arospec lunian (dusty dark indigo, purple, dusty sky blue, greenish turquoise, sea foam green, light green, slightly darker light green), acespec omni lesbian (dark purple, plum, saturated periwinkle, lavender, cream, light cyan, periwinkle), arospec bi lesbian (dark indigo, violet, pink, orange, cream, light green, slightly darker light green)

Hanging orbs, back, left to right: dove lesbian (desaturated red, light red, tan, white, silver, brownish light gray), artemis lesbian (light gray, silver, light silver, white, bright green, teal, slightly darker teal with the black outline of a moon, and a black outline of an arrow), ace lesbian (dark dusty purple, desaturated purple, light pale lavender, white, dusty light purple, purple, darker purple), aspec mspec lesbian (bright lime, bright salmon, hot pink, dark violet, even darker violet), acespec lunian (dusty dark indigo, purple, dusty sky blue, greenish turquoise, sea foam green, light cyan, periwinkle), acespec bi lesbian (dark indigo, violet, pink, orange, cream, light cyan, periwinkle)

Negative slope halo (yes if this were a line on a graph the slope would be negative): Azalean (reddish pink, desaturated pink, light pink, white, purple, plum, dark pink) front, mspec sapphic (light yellow, gold, orange, hot pink, magenta, pinkish off white, magenta, hot pink, orange, gold, light yellow) back

Hanging orbs, front, left to right: orchid ace (blue, indigo-blue, light periwinkle, bluish off white, light periwinke, light purple, purple), bigender mspec lesbian (cream, very desaturated light pink, very desaturated reddish pink, violet, dark purple, desaturated slightly dark periwinkle, light blue) hydrangea bi (pink, slightly lighter pink, very light pale purple, pinkish off white, very light pale purple, indigo, blue), disabled (gray, pale red, pale yellow, white, pale blue, green, gray), lesbiall (dusty indigo, purple, magenta, salmon, orange, yellow, yellowish off white) cupio iridian (desaturated reddish orange, dusty orange, very light pale yellow, dusty green, desaturated darker green)

Hanging orbs, back, left to right: queer mspec lesbian (very dark purple, magenta-violet, lavender, very light pale yellow, light gold), meow lesbian (saturated salmon, salmon, light dusty salmon, light pink with cat ears and a tail, a red heart nose, white inner ears, white tail tip, and white whiskers, light purple, slightly darker light purple, purple), catvesi (purple, magenta, salmon, thin yellow, sky blue, slightly light blue, purple, with a purple star), cupio hecatolic (desaturated reddish brown, light gold, pale yellow, dusty indigo-purple, greenish gray), cupio axinitian (dark pink, pink, pale light green, light dusty periwinkle, dusty periwinkle) new sapphic (orangeish red, light yellow, white, sea green, purple)

Positive slope halo: Multi-oriented (very light pale desaturated lavender, desaturated pale light blue, very light pale cyan, very light pale green, very light silver, white, very light silver, very light yellow, very light pale orange, very light pale salmon, light red) front, orientation collector (black, dusty dark red, dusty dark orange, dark yellow, green, blue, purple, black) back.

Hanging orbs, front, left to right: binitor (dark gray, light blue, dark gray, with a dusty red x), queerfuck (dark purple, black, dark red, blue, black, dark purple, with a white eye outlined in black and with a black swirl), demetic (very dark saturated indigo, slightly dark dusty blue, light blue, light periwinkle, bluish off white), pollo (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple on the left side, reverse order of the same colors on the right, with a white circle in the middle), artemisian (dark blue, purple, turquoise, purple, dark blue), label hoarder (pastel red, pastel orange, pastel yellow, pastel blue, pastel purple with a white infinity halo outlined in pastel pink)

Hanging orbs, back, left to right: enboric (black, white, light green), marina lunian (dark violet, dusty dark purple, teal, green, bright sea green), nomin (yellow, light gold, very pale orange, very light pale pink), omni bi lesbian (tan, hot pink, violet, dark purple, sky blue), selenian bi (dusty violet, purple, light purple, periwinkle, light periwinkle) amethystian (pale yellow, desaturated pale pink, violet, dusty purple, dusty dark purple)

Inner halo star: QLW lesbitrix enbian (dark orangish red, reddish orange, orangish yellow, yellowish off white, light magenta-pink, purple, dark indigo with a dark pink moon and purple flower both outlined by light pink)

Inner halo diamonds: enbigirl (dusty purple, purple, lavender, very light pale orange, reddish orange, red) top left, trixigirl (purple, pale lavender, very light pale orange, reddish orange, red) top right, bigender lesbian (dark reddish orange, salmon, light pink, white, light pink, light purple, purple) middle left, nonbinary lesbian (dusty orange, light gold, very light desaturated yellow, white, desaturated pink, dusty dark magenta, black) middle right, demi-enby enbian (dark purple, slightly lighter dark purple, purple, periwinkle-silver, silver, gray) bottom left, nonbinary bi (pink, lighter pink, dusty purple, indigo, dark dusty blue) bottom right.

Outer halo orbs: aurora lesbian (dark indigo, violet, light pink, very light yellow, turquoise) top left, xLx collector (hot pink, reddish orange, light pale orange, light pale yellow, yellowish off white with dark magenta, violet, and purple heart symbols) bottom left, black cat lesbian (bluish black, dusty very dark blue, dusty dark blue, dark gold, burnt orange, dark red, darker red) top right, anti radqueer radinclus (turquoise, light green, orange, dusty pinkish red, dark desaturated brown with a white 4-point star and 5 white long hearts surrounding it in the center) bottom right.

Heart above halos: inclus (pale desaturated pink, pink, blue, pale desaturated blue with a white heart shape in the middle)

Floating symbols: Lykoi lesbian cat (dark pink, hot pink, yellow, white, blue, purple, dark purple with brown markings making up the face of a lykoi cat) at the top left corner, lydian orb (gold, pale gold, white, pale lavender, lavender) between the upper and middle left wings, neurocollector spade (dark purple, dusty violet, violet, black, teal, dusty teal, dark teal with a gold infinity symbol in the middle) next to the upper and middle left wings, termcollector heart (black, thin bluish black, very dark blue, thin dusty dark blue, blue, thin indigo, bright purple, thin dusty purple, violet, thin slightly dark violet, dark violet, thin very dark violet, black) next to middle and lower left wings switchblade sapphic (switchblade with a yellow handle and the classic pink-white-pink sapphic flag with the sapphic flower) just below the termcollector heart, pencontrasexual diamond (desaturated pinkish red, dusty purple, dark gray, dusty blue) between the acespec and arosespec tails, trident trixic trident with enby and woman symbols on its sides (slightly dusty purple, purple, slightly lighter purple, yellow, orange, slightly darker orange, slightly dark desaturated orange) overlapping with the arosespec tail, queerian diamond (dark purple, dusty lavender, white, pink, saturated dark violet) between the arosespec and arospec tails, candy cane bi candy cane (very light pale reddish pink, pale salmon, light pale lavender) next to right tail scarf, labelfuck clover/club shape (as it's known in playing cards) (black with two rainbow stripes outlined in white. The black is not pure black but pretty close, but the very top and bottom are pure black) just above the candy cane, QLW enbian orb (dusty dark blue, purple, yellowish off white, dusty pink, dusty dark magenta) between the upper and middle right wings, mspec lesbian ally diamond (dusty pink, pink, yellow, white, purple, pink, dusty pink with a light pink moon and darker purple-ish pink flowers) to the right and upwards of the QLW enbian orb, nuclear bomb neptunic (the neptunic flag, as described earlier, but plastered onto a nuclear bomb shape)

That's all. That's everything. This took so long. But now I can officially say, End ID.]

#long post #ballsona #lgballt #lgbt ball

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caswensworld · 2 months

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“The outfits in Descendants: The Rise of Red are so bad” “I hate them” what Descendants are y’all talking about?

We gonna start off with Uma. No, I’m sorry, Principal Uma! She looks so good! D2 vibes all around. Sure, there’s not as many sea trinkets as I’d like there to be but I can live with that. I missed her Pirate hat and her fringed skirt! The shredded shirt, I see you, Harry Hook inspired! I love the brown sleeves with glitter, that definitely reminds me of the sea. I just got black fingerless gloves but now after seeing her, I want gold…Great. I haven’t talked about her jacket cause there’s no discussion to be said. No defense to be made. Uma will always have that fashion!

Princess Red of Wonderland here is slaying! The designer understood the assignment! Red’s style is like a combination of Mal and Evie. The gown gives Evie’s royalty and the other gives Mal’s edge. Let’s start with the dress, I have always had a thing for corsets , I don’t know what it is, I just love them. Her arm warmers! Maybe it’s something on the arms, I just find it so sexy (y’all should’ve seen me swoon over Mal’s D3 moto sport fit). Why does her dress give more Queen of Hearts then the actual Queen of Hearts. And don’t act like we didn’t see that crown, Miss Ma’am.

Now the other picture, it may be dark but I saw everything I needed to. I think that’s a double belt she’s wearing and I love wearing more than one belt! The leather pants with the gems on the side, love that! Combat boots are my true love, but y’all. Y’all. The hood. THE HOOD! WITH THE GEMS!! OHHH! I need the character pictures to drop so I know what to gender-bend and thrift.

First off all, Hades always got it on but THIS! Hades is my spirit god! I am Hadie. I can see how he pulled Maleficent. This is my father, I dressed up as this specific Hades for Halloween. I love it when my gender wears makeup, I personally like painting my nails and wearing eyeliner so to see it on Hades, I’m very happy. I am a sucker for jewelry and that choker around the neck! I recently bought my own choker because of him! His leather jacket is everything! The studs! I haves stud fetish! I need the jacket but it’s just too expensive. Now the main thing we need to talk about is THAT SHIRT! OR SHIRTS! I fully believe these are two shirts safety pinned together! I think that the blue might be long sleeve while the gray is short! I got the safety pins so I find the right shirts, I will my customizing!

The Mistress of Evil, Maleficent always has that fashion chic. The complaints I do understand are from her horns and hair. We’re gonna start with her hair. People were expecting it to be people because Mal’s was purple. Y’all, you cannot expect me to believe Mal’s hair was an inherited trait, I did not believe for a second that Maleficent had purple hair. (Imma have to do a whole other post on that). Now the horns, I do believe that her horns are there and her hair is just long enough to be wrapped around her horns. (And if not, then we go all Dragon). Now let’s talk about the pros. THE PURPLE EYESHADOW!! I LOVE THAT! The leather corset, again, something about a corset! Why do I have the feeling that’s dragon leather? If that’s a thing, is that a thing? Now let’s talk about that single arm sleeve. Even as a teenager, Maleficent still looks regal! How many chains does Maleficent have? I love that. Ulyana is a mean girl, Maleficent is a BAD girl!

It’s not that she doesn’t look good, it’s just that it’s all red. I know that’s her main color, but she does also wears black with a little bit of gold. That’s pretty much my only complaint, she looks beautiful, I love how the dress looks like roses! The sleeves, I love translucent or mesh or whatever it’s called. The crown is crowning! Don’t get me started on that corset turned collar!! But I do understand why they made her all Red so she can contrast with Queen Cinderella!

I’m am rating this because the other one we saw is not a dress, that is a cape or cloak or something, I don’t know what it’s called. This dress is very beautiful, I have always preferred her blue over her silver but I do like how the designer added silver swirls. The jewelry is everything! The earrings, the necklace, THE SILVER CROWN! IT’S BEAUTIFUL! Brandy is royalty herself! I’m not sure if you guys can see it, but she does have these shiny translucent gloves and I like them. I don’t care what you people say, even if it’s a little random, her blue braid is absolutely beautiful! I absolutely love it!! The first black Cinderella then the first Cinderella with blue hair, Brandy is the literal definition of iconic. She is the history of Cinderella.

Emilio Sosa, the designer, is amazing and he deserves his roses and trophies

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tortiefrancis · 8 months

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arab women!! struggled with the kufiya and thobe but i hope it looks ok.

[ ID: A digital, stylized drawing of four women standing next to each other against a pink background, surrounded by white hearts. Above them, there's hot pink text, which reads: "you can be everything". A pink filter is over them. Individual descriptions:

1) A thin woman with light-medium tone skin and green eyes. She wears a turquoise hijab, a white, long sleeved shirt, a blue blouse over it, flowy, dark blue pants and blue shoes. She smiles, one leg bent, and does the peace sign with both hands.

2) A chubby woman with medium tone skin, acne and brown eyes, in a manual wheelchair. She has long, coily, dark brown hair and wears red eyeshadow, two small earrings, a red and white kufiya, a black sweater, a long, dark gray skirt with colorful stars, and red shoes. She smiles, looking up.

3) A thin woman with light tone skin and dark brown eyes. She has long, straight, light brown hair with a blonde streak and wears a pair of golden earrings, a black and red thobe and black shoes. She smiles and frowns, one hand on her hip.

4) A fat woman with dark tone skin and dark brown eyes. She has coily, black hair and wears a white veil, a light blue sweater with white stars on the elbows, a lifht yellow bag with a yellow star in the center, blue jeans with white wavy doodles at the bottom, and yellow shoes. She smiles and winks, one hand behind her head and the other on her bag.

/End ID ]

#sam.arts #arab #west asia #asia #north africa #muslim #islam #hijabi #krita #digital artist #artblr #artists on tumblr #digital art #disabled art #actually disabled

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keepingeahalive · 1 year

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Frabjous Day! Callooh! Callay!

Call them girlfriends. Call them sisters. Call them whatever you want. They don’t do labels.

Lizzie, Kitty, Maddie

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[ID: A full hand-drawing of Madeline Hatter, Kitty Cheshire, and Lizzie Hearts with flag/ribbons flowing from out of a hat.

Maddie is a petite British-Indian teenage person with light tan skin, medium length turquoise hair with mint green and fuschia streaks, and large teal eyes. She is wearing a dark cream bodice with short puffy dark pink sleeves; turquoise gloves with white lace; a small top hat in the shape of a teacup and saucer; a dark teal mismatched necklace; and gold earrings in the shape of spoons.

Kitty is a petite British-Chinese cat person with pale skin, pale blue-gray and violet hair pulled up into two long pigtails, sharp green eyes, mint green eyeshadow, and a large wide grin. She is wearing a purple dress with a white, lavender spotted bodice; short black puffy sleeves; a brown-gray fur collar; black arm bands with brown-gray fur at the wrists; violet leggings with purple zigzag stripes, white shoes with fur trim at the ankle; and a cat-ear hat.

Lizzie is a petite white British teenage person with beige skin, long black hair with two red streaks styled in an updo, full white face makeup, dark turquoise eyes, and a red heart over her left eye. She is wearing tight-fitting yellow dress with a red Tudor collar, two red symmetrical hearts on the bodice, a black skirt, two dark yellow flared layer skirts resembling playing cards, and tiny red earrings in the shape of hearts.

Maddie hangs upside down from the top, her arms spread out and a joyous look on her face. She holds a large magenta top hat from which three large ribbons slip out. Kitty appears lounging on the middle ribbon. Her legs dangle in the air behind her. Her face leans into the back of her left hand. She grins widely down at Lizzie. Lizzie stand behind the bottom ribbon holding three cards in her hand. She looks up at Kitty with a small smile.

The top ribbon depicts the Agender Flag; the hat Maddie is holding depicts the Anthrosexual Flag. The middle ribbon depicts the Demigirl Flag; Kitty’s cat-ear hat depicts the Graysexual Flag. The bottom ribbon depicts the Bi-gender Flag; the cards in Lizzie’s hand depict the Polysexual Flag. END ID]

#eah #ever after high #ever after high headcanons #maddie hatter #eah maddie #kitty cheshire #eah kitty #lizzie hearts #eah lizzie #lgbtq #lgbtq pride #pride month #wonderland characters are hard

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cha0s-boyy · 6 months

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[ID: eight cartoony digital drawings of animal characters. 1. an anthro lop rabbit from the waist up. she has white fur with pale pink hearts on her ears, and human-like long green scene hair that covers her eyes. she is wearing a green spiked collar, a pale yellow shirt, and a pale pink sweater that's falling off one shoulder. she has a small crooked smile. 2. an anthro spotted hyena in profile from the chest up. he has light brown fur with a paler face and throat, dark brown speckles on his ears, and a dark brown mane. he has orange and yellow gradient eyes. he is wearing a red hoodie with a white hood. he has a neutral expression. 3. a sabre-toothed cat from the shoulders up. she has blond fur, with darker dots under her eyes and bright read on her shoulders and a red hair tuft, as well as blue-gray eyes. her eyes are large and almond shaped, with thick triangular eyelashes at the corners. she is smiling. 4. a headshot of a dog with human-like hair and a hat. he has pale green and white fur, short blond hair, and dark blue on his ear tips, under his eyes, and nose. he has upright ears and sharp, almost triangular eyes. he has several ear piercings and a bridge piercing. he is wearing a dark blue hat with pale yellow tassels on the top and ear flaps, and holes cut out for his ears to go through. he is also wearing a spiked red collar with a bloody smiley face as the charm. his mouth is drawn in a straight line, and one tooth is sticking out. 5. headshot drawing of an anthro wolf with a wide-brimmed pointy hat and scarf. she has gray and white fur, with human-like white hair, blue eyes with eyelashes, and red rimmed glasses. his scarf has a green and yellow triangle pattern on it, and his hat is green, with ribbon with the same pattern as the scarf wrapped around the base. they are smiling and winking. 6. a feral spitz dog from the chest up. it has a white chest and a black head, with a white heart on its forehead and black markings on its chest.it is wearing a flower necklace and a red neckerchief. it is smiling with its eyes closed. 7. a headshot of a kangaroo with a tall, sparkly, red hat with gold detailing and a white feather. he has golden brown fur with darker fur around his ears and lighter fur on his chin and throat. she also has sparkly pink eyeshadow. she is smiling. 8. an anthro coyote from the chest up. she is thin, with a notable bust, and with dragon wings on her back. has pale golden-brown fur and heavily-lashed gold eyes. she is wearing a pink bra-top with no back strap, and turquoise glasses, she is smiling confidently. /end ID]

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tanya-shiza · 2 months

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My headcanons of Lady Bone Demon // Lmk FanArt

Wow-wie! It's painted! 😍😍😍

Name:

Lady Bone Demon (Ivory Lady)

Pronunciations:

She/They («she» has priority)

Favorite color:

Pink 🥰 Because the make up of Ivory Lady said so. In addition, this color maintains in all her forms. (The form in the body of the little girl doesn't matter, but it's funny that the little girl herself is literally Lady Bone Demon. They have the same hairstyle and the girl wears pink. 😃)

Eyes:

The sclera of the eye is not white/black, but blue. This happened because in one of the frames before her death she looks to the side and her blue eyeshadows are very similar to the sclera. It's weird, but it looks so cool, so I kept it. ☺️☺️

The color of the iris is not red/pink, but crimson. In episode 10 of season 2 we see the Lady's red eyes, but in the special they are crimson. I don't know why, but I like crimson. ♥️

Hair:

We rarely see the back of the Lady in her True Form (my favorite btw), but I found 2 frames and... I don't really like how her hair looks. It’s a cool hairstyle, but I always thought she had a braid and the braid suits her so well! 😩💞😩💞😩💞😩💞

Body type:

True Form:

Incredibly skinny (skeleton, come on) and tall. Height: 1,86 m.

Ivory Lady:

Not the ideal of Ancient Chinese standards. Plump and short. Height: 1,54 m.

Yes, these types of bodies are the opposite and I like it. The Lady Bone Demon is perfect in any form. (I’m not a simp. The Mystic Mayor is!!!)

Clothes:

True Form:

I don't understand what these gray things are, so I decided to turn it into something like armor, since her minifigure has iron things like an iron belt.

The pink inverted heart on her chest is the place where the soul is kept. And yes, this is again because of the minifigure, which depicts a purple substance(?).

Relationships with other characters:

The Mystic Mayor:

Macaque:

I'll be updating this post later as new headcanons come in.

#Lady Bone Demon #LDB #lego monkie kid #lmk #monkie kid #art #fanart #sketch #digital painting #colored sketch #Ivory Lady #headcanon #headcanon lmk

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Rise of the Villains: Darker than Black

Warnings: death, graphic violence, drinking and smoking

Pairings: None

Characters: Ombra (my oc), Erron Black, Kabal, Kano (is mentioned) and two minor OCs

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Nine years after the airplane incident, Ombra who is now the Interrealm Forces Chief goes back to Earthrealm to begin her plan of destroying a mysterious cult along with two mercenaries by her side.

Author’s Note: It’s finally here!! I’m both excited and nervous about this lol. Just one thing: Ombra’s negative opinion about the other characters has nothing to do with my own personal opinion. Also, I appreciate any thoughts and feedbacks!

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Nine years ago, June 28th, 8:20a.m

Atoosa Aryan, could now take a relieved breath without the intrusive thoughts regarding the university flooding her head. Two weeks away from that toxic atmosphere, she cherished it. She couldn’t wait any longer to overwhelm her mother’s ears with nagging complaints only to earn some sort of empathy.

Atoosa took a weary glimpse at the clock on the nearby column: 8:25. She was five minutes away from finally pushing her adulthood to a far corner, and follow her family around like the youngest child she was.

“Here. Not as tasty as its price, but it’s better than nothing.” Gizem, her older sister, handed her a hot cup of coffee as they collapsed on the bench next to her. The smoky eyeshadow barely suffocated the scream of exhaustion in their hazel eyes, but they did a splendid job at taming their short, teal hair.

Their phone rang. Gizem pulled it out of their pocket. A long sigh left their lungs before they answered it. Typically, they had at least three of these phone calls related to their engineering projects in one day.

The next tedious ten minutes passed in utter darkness as Atoosa allowed the lacking amount of sleep flood her eyes. Her brain was nearly letting itself to shut down, the ocean of the chatters gradually subsiding into the void of a dream.

But the water rose. Shouting replaced talking. The entire ward shook in the waves of terror. Blinking the sleep away, Atoosa was once again seeing her surroundings clearly. She looked at Gizem who was leaning on their knees, staring at their phone screen, their hands shaking uncontrollably.

“Gizem?” Atoosa muttered. They didn’t flinch. She leaned closer to peer at their phone.

Her vision fluttered, the words fading away in an annoying blur. The only sentence her sight could manage to recognize was “Boeing 720 flying the route was shot down by two rockets shortly before landing, killing all 176 passengers and crew abroad.”

The world spun around her head in an abnormal speed. Her heart was torn apart from her chest, and fell down somewhere deep and dark, an abyss. People were silenced, dispersedly moving in black and white blurs. Denial wounded her throat, her lungs longing to shriek, but all she did was to stare at her empty palm. She needed to reread the sentence, she must’ve read it hastily, but she couldn’t dare to even flinch, fearing the reality would touch her.

But all the doors to a happy, normal life had always been closed and locked. Only the path of misery was lit by her footsteps wherever she ran to. However, it belonged to her, its road was marked as her territory. She was born in it. Her veins were accustomed to be fed with misery; her heart was familiar with the smell of grief. So she hardened.

+++

July 4th, 12:23p.m

Aircrafts flying in dispersed directions, skyscrapers piercing the gray clouds, the cars being drove on the highways which decorated the view of the city with their flawless engineered patterns, these were the elements of Metalrealm. As it is transparent through its name, metal plays a crucial role in its people’s lives. The inhabitants are the heirs to an ancient form of magic: metal manipulation; this magic is divided fairly among the races that each race has control over one kind of metal.

Iron benders, cupper benders, and other manipulators of hard and less reactive metals are the best options for the military jobs. They perform well in combat. Ever since the mysterious disappearance of the realm’s protector, which goes back to centuries ago, it is the military’s burden to preserve the people and their sacred form of magic. The military’s factions are assembled under the name of MRD Organization (Metalrealm’s Resistance and Defense).

Reclining on a chair, Ombra was spending her morning in the balcony of her office. Her eyes still demanded sleep, but she was forcing them to work properly and stay wide open. She needed their full potential during this day. Her gaze passed the other three towers which circulated a much smaller building. In the past years, this home to soldiers and generals had embraced her in its cold arms. She had nowhere else to call home. She did not feel safe enough to. These towers taught her how to be unbreakable as metal, how to stand rigidly like themselves. However, it felt like a slap to her face to think about it from that perspective. If it was not for herself, she wouldn’t be sitting there as one of the most powerful iron-benders, governing the Interrealm Forces faction and having enormous currents of money being poured into her account.

Nine years of running in the path of law and pushing herself to her limits to rightfully earn the status of one the most powerful iron-benders in the MRD was pounding in her veins as she reviewed the upcoming night. Her chest ached in anticipation; in the anticipation of staining her hands with the blood of those who stained her heart. Long ago, she had promised herself to remain loyal to the morals which was taught by her parents, but ever since that cursed day in the airport, she came to realize that morals only build walls around one.

In conclusion, she ripped herself apart in order to gain the name of the president of the Interrealm Forces faction. It was the highest point she could reach her hand to where she was not obligated to bow her head to any greater boss. Ombra was her own boss who was playing a twisted game even with the law.

She saw her phone screen buzzing in the corner of her eyes. It signed that someone is requesting to enter her office. She stared at it. Another presence in her private area sounded like swearing to her ears. A few seconds later, a notification from Ferriel appeared saying “Ombra it’s urgent”.

He assumed that would give him a license, but he was a comrade after all, so Ombra accepted his request. After a few moments, a man in a uniform stepped in the balcony. His gray skin perfectly matched the weather, and his chestnut brown hair resembled an oxide piece of iron. His brooding eyes avoided contact with her. Ferriel felt as though he was compelled to play the role of a bigger brother for her. When more than the half of the population was rejecting her presence - a half Metalrealmer - he stood beside her and reminded her that she can become more powerful than them. Perhaps he regretted that later on, Ombra guessed, but at least he did not stop doting on her like a mother hen.

“Atoosa, the new trainees were nearly getting their hands on the gun blades, if I wasn’t there.” Ferriel began with an indifferent undertone.

People would intentionally call her by her real name hoping to near her interior, hoping to affect her with their rambling words, or so she believed. Those people, also, had a tendency to opt a nickname for almost everything and everyone, and “Ombra” which meant shadow was given to her not long after she commenced her job as the president of the Interrealm Forces. It made her feel even more powerful, so she kept it, and now it had technically replaced her true name.

He meant those gun blades which were illegally transferred from the Special Forces basement in Earthrealm. Gizem had arranged everything from a hidden corner in their little workshop. Ombra did not bother herself to concern her thoughts for them, yet she was grateful for his watchful eyes in her absence. The density of her thoughts did not permit any other outlandish disturbance to enter her mind. She was fiercely focused on her plan.

“Thank you.” Ombra mumbled reluctantly. “Well, since you came in yourself I’ll tell you now. I’m going to stay in Earthrealm for a while.”

She saw that he wrinkled his forehead in surprise. “Why?”

That question followed up. All of those variations for an answer she had deliberated in the past few weeks dazed her mind. She could simply lie, and then disappeared in the desert with the mercenaries a particular man had hired for her, or she could put the truth on the table before him, exposed and naked. And blindly trust him with this secret which could aim her back as of a sharp dagger.

Ombra chose a third option. She was definitely in need of a shelter, and that would often be those about whom she did not feel wrong calling friends; the presidents of other factions which Ferriel was one of them. They needed a clue to be able to find her in case she was helpless against their loaded guns and sharpened knives.

“I made a deal with a man called Kano. He’s in charge of an extensive gang. It’s worth-“

“Is it about that cult?” Ferriel cut through her words.

Ombra forced her eyes to remain emotionless as her heart was clenched in pain. Throughout these years, she had shared the process of her researches about the cult with him. His encouragement would provoke her lips to curve into a smile occasionally, and would boost her already eager mind to go further. But she never allowed her harmful desire of trusting him thoroughly to conquer her outlined plan, and suddenly push her down once again.

“It will help me continue my research.” Another maimed lie. Her research had come to an end a while ago. The cult had gathered an immense amount of followers all around the seven realms throughout the past numerous centuries, the power they held was beyond the comprehension of a peasant who desperately prayed their God for a Spring rain. Therefore, the cultists and the monks created the best opportunity to roam their lives as they pleased, devouring their money using conscious manipulation, and to commit countless crimes derived from their unquenchable thirst.

However, eventually, Ombra would be the devil they begged their God to harbor them from.

Ferriel took a long breath. The tides of agony washed away the glow in his yellow eyes. He was always too cautious to not take a forbidden step into Ombra’s land of privacy, so he was apparently convinced by that little information given.

Suddenly, his eyes sparkled once again. “But you have to watch over the new trainees. You can’t just leave whenever you want.” He was clutching at the threads of excuses to keep Ombra where she was safe.

“I asked the general to be in charge while I’m away. It’s like a little vacation. Everything is handled. You shouldn’t worry about it.” And with that she was done talking.

Ombra left her office. Not even a second had to be frittered away. Tiny sparkles of rage were ignited in her legs, charging them forward in an annoying spasm. On her way to the shared office of all four presidents of the military factions, Ombra had to nod and reluctantly pay attention to the agents and soldiers to respond to their greetings. All of them were the same: “Good morning Miss. Aryan!”, “Ma’am.”, “Miss. Ombra”. These were followed up by the occupant blundering away from her path.

After descending to the ground from the 25th floor, Ombra was tracing the narrow path to a much smaller tower compared to the ones surrounding it. It belonged to the four of them presidents which provided a place for them to have their meetings and related businesses. In the central room, the pitch black in a wide open portal was staring at her, patiently. The light touching the edge of the circle’s perimeter was being absorbed into the void as though liquefied. Beyond the blackness, hunters and mercenaries were anticipating her command to sabotage. At the end of this path, the endless possibilities were dancing in blurry motions. The flame of a war was waiting for a snap of her fingers to erupt.

Ombra suffocated the tiny chatters of fear in her mind and stepped into the portal. The devil in their sacred stories carved into the back of their heads now had adopted a physical form, and was charging to burn their home in her hellfire, just as they did to her. The nine-year-old rage in her had emerged from every bit in her body, showing its sharpened teeth and claws and ready to devour, break and dice.

+++

Kano’s truck was unsurprisingly uncomfortable, and that ancient vehicle which was soaked with the smell of rotten oil and sweat was his best offer.

Ombra chose to drive. Even though Kano and his crew were her business partners for several years now, she didn’t want to let her guards down. Tons of reasons motivated Kano’s already money thirsty ego to stab her back, and Ombra had enough money to guarantee its probability. But he had behaved like an actual fifty-year-old man until then, and had not dared to play with her fire; the fire of an iron-bender.

The ivory desert was endless from either sides, and driving in it with two mercenary men by her side, following her to the destination, was as though running in a loop. She felt like she’s stuck in the swamp of those cultists hands, and with each pull her grip around her honor, wealth and sibling became looser. They pulled her beneath their kicking feet, and years of sorrow and struggle poured out of her eyes as a colorless blood.

Ombra blinked the thoughts away, and found herself gripping the steering wheel too tightly as if her life depended on it. She released the breath she did not realize she was keeping captive. Her hands relaxed, and slid down the wheel in a confident motion. It was too much expressing herself through her body language, if those two men were clever enough to notice.

Erron Black, the man who seemed like he just jumped out of an old western movie, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. Ombra had been observing each of his subtle movements and analyzing his witty words from the corner of her eyes, hoping to spot a sign of worthy intelligence and skill as Kano had promised her. She had learned that he was quiet experienced, and the small scars on his tanned face and trained muscles were an evidence to that, yet that did not pick up the heavy weight from her shoulders.

The second man sitting in the back, examining the boxes of diverse weapons, was called Kabal. He used to be a NYPD officer who one day was brutally burnt, and lost his ability to breathe independently from respirator masks which oddly looked like a helmet that covered his whole face. How did he survive was a question remained unanswered for Ombra, but counting his supersonic speed in, she could bring out some legitimate answers herself.

“I don’t like it when I don’t know what the job is all about.” Kabal spoke after a few moments of silence, his voice sounded slightly harsh behind his mask.

Kano was appointed for the responsibility to elaborate the job for these two men. Ombra mentally laughed at herself for expecting too much of that always-drunken boss.

Ombra sighed silently. Although those words creeping on the tip of her tongue would send cold shivers down her spine, she began her speech. “I asked Kano to provide me a vacant flat, so we have a hideout to gather in. I also asked him for a few mercenaries. You two were the only available options for now, or so Kano said. Our target is a certain monastery with the occupied cultist.”

“Me going there and finishin’ him would save you lots of time. Why doin’ this the hard way?”

“Because I say so.” Ombra replied firmly, and her glare spoke the rest. Mentally, she thanked him for remaining quiet, and stopping penetrating his unwanted opinion into the situation.

“This’s going to take us a long ass time, I reckon.” Erron broke his silence. Suddenly, air was not enough for her lungs to claw at, and the black hands of envy covered her eyes. He could see the future, and speak about it as though it was riding his favorite horse. If he had any. That future was a wormhole the other side of which was a totally different time and space, stepping into it could distort her yet she was going to enter it.

Erron continued. “Assassinating cultists and monks is risky work.” He glanced at Kabal in the rear view mirror. “You gotta use your fast legs in the scene.”

The words came out of his mouth so freely without sending him to numerous sessions of overthinking and calculating, he was just going to be present there in that scene to earn his money. He knew nothing.

Ombra’s train of thoughts crashed to the minuscule walls of a cabin standing in the horizon, faded in a dense mirage. With a noisy exhale, she begged Kano for a considerably clean place which was not about to collapse on their heads in a few moments. She halted the fossilized vehicle close to a wooden wall.

Ombra got out of the jeep, her palm touched the set of the keys in her pocket. Without minding what those two were doing with the arms, she swiftly twisted the suitable key in the oxidized lockset. The wooden door opened with a creak. The subtle, leathery smell of paint thinner hit her in the face, sending small fractions of pain to her forehead. The dusty, worn out furniture included two white couches which were turned brown thanks to the thick layer of dust on them, a coffee table which was barely standing on its legs, a small television and a fossilized refrigerator. The savage sunlight could barely reach through the tight frame of windows. Ombra bit her lower lip. If in any case they were attacked, this cabin would accelerate at killing them first.

“Didn’t know he had such a…neat place in the middle of nowhere.” Kabal observed the room. “What does he keep here? Dead bodies?” He opened the door to the fridge. “His favorite snacks?”

The men’s chatter faded in her ears as she sat on the sofa, and pulled out a yellow folder from her black suitcase. Ombra laid the folder open on the wooden desk, and stared at the articles printed on papers. The titles gave the paint thinner a hand to worsen the pain in her forehead. Murder, grand theft, sexual assault. She briefly snatched her gaze to avoid reading the details, the evidence she had spent months to gather. The evidence of a cultist’s list of crimes, Nicodemus Sullivan. The pain and grief dripping from each one of them had been running in her veins for her entire life, and that airplane incident was the final pound. These evidence were waiting patiently to be exposed.

“Gentlemen.” Ombra called in her usual numb tone. She knew she was lying by calling them that; for now, at least. As they walked up to her once seeing the papers before her, she continued. “The first thing we do is to report these to as to many police stations as we are physically capable. For now, we only go to one. But this task is ongoing.”

“You hired us for a lifetime.” Kabal said. His tone did not resemble an objecting one. Ombra had promised them a dear price after all. She did not respond to that as the future was still hidden behind a thick fog in a dense forest.

“And then tonight, I will assassinate this man.”

+++

The bloody orange sunlight poured into the jeep, piercing her blank eyes through the old trees of the police station. The thoughts lurking in her head were thick enough to cover her eyes.

Absent-mindedly, Ombra traced her fingers on the silver barrel of a gunblade; her own gunblade. Its blade was curved and its body was carved for her to show no mercy. That night, the weapon would stand and shine among the teared flesh and the broken bones of an offender who dared to test her. Her lips trembled into a smile while terror was firing at her heart.

The bloody orange sunlight poured into the jeep, piercing her blank eyes through the old trees of the police station. The thoughts lurking in her head were thick enough to cover her eyes.

Kabal’s voice cut through the curtains of thoughts covering her ears, and it was when she realized that she was gripping the barrel so tightly, obstructing blood to reach her fingers.

“Holding that weapon is a part of the job? Interesting.” He teased.

Ombra greeted her teeth to avert her savage words to slice his tongue. He was still a man stuck in his childhood years. She still had the capacity to be more patient with him. Erron’s job at the police station was just done, and he was hanging on the edge of the sit, impatient to get to the point already.

Ombra took a glimpse at Erron from the corner of her eyes. His frowned brows clearly spoke of his disturbance: the disguise she told him to wear at the station. Sending him was the easiest and the quickest way since he looked more human than the two of them. Even though thick layers of defense were visible to Ombra through his manners and the way he chose his words, Erron despised pretending to be someone he wasn’t. However, merely existing around her required some sacrifices let alone expecting an accolade.

“Now, off to the monastery.” She declared in a low tone.

Her instructions of their next job filled the silence between them until the sun perished behind the hills, and they arrived at the location. Ombra was certain that the news had been at least reached to the civilians nearby, so waiting would merely be a waste of time.

The monastery stood rigidly among the dense branches of ancient trees. The jagged peaks of its massive columns scolded anyone who dared to stare for too long. The silvery moonlight kissed the sharp edges, but the building remained stoic, not appearing delicate even for a second.

Ombra heard the grieving cries of her younger self, the little child echoing through those gray walls. They had called her once again. No matter how fast she ran, how far she could hide, their hands would stretch out to grab her and retrieve her to hell. Wherever she went, they followed.

“We’ll wait for your signal.” Erron said as he hung his rifle on his shoulder.

“Please, try not to harm the people.” The words toiled up her throat. She was reaching her hands to the edge of the cliff to save herself from falling into the abyss of immorality. Those hands which were wrapped around her gunblade could grope their throats anytime, Ombra was only averting them, holding them back and begging them to behave.

Erron nodded lightly, and along with Kabal he dashed to the back of the building, disappearing in the thick fog of the night.

Steadily, Ombra walked up to the massive gate. She stepped in, and an uncontrolled smile raised her cheeks as not even a soul was seen on the wooden rows of benches. They were lonely. The truth about their master was put right on the faithful’s palms, and seemingly there was some bits of brain left in their empty skulls to avoid him for now.

At the far end of the hall, a black figure hunched on the floor before a pale sculpture of a woman. Either the two men had flawlessly done their job, or the was vacant in the first place. Anyways, the cultist was unbothered.

Ombra marched towards his direction, head up and shoulders broad. Her black overcoat flew behind her with pride. Her boots tapped loudly on the ground, announcing her presence. The man stood up, and turned to face her. His black outfit forcefully concealed his obese abdomen. His double-chin connected his head right to his neck as though there were never a throat underneath. Ombra hold her hands still to not cut his meat which was well-fed from the faithful’s money, and definitely many others.

Mr. Sullivan landed his bottom-like eyes on the weapon in her hands. His brows rose in concern, but his voice remained emotionless. “The promised day has come. The avenger is born and prepared.”

“You know me?” Her voice came out so quietly, hiding the sudden terror behind the walls of her throat.

“No.” Her heartbeat slowed down. “I am merely aware of your intentions. The police will carry the burden of my punishment. You should keep your hands clean for it only adds to your greatest regrets.”

Ombra had erased all the paths behind her. Should she return and walk rearwards, she would only fall down. She pointed the gun at his belly, the tip of its barrel touching the black fabric. “Did you feel any regrets when you were busy filling this with our blood? With our money? Or when you were building this castle-like church?” She slowly walked up the steps. “You didn’t, you don’t, and you won’t, so will I.”

“My life is doomed already. After your thirst for blood is quenched, you will be the next target for another victim.”

“Shut your mouth!” Her voice rose. “You have no idea what being the victim is.” Her knuckles were nearly breaking the weapon. The ball of a lump felt heavy in her throat. She greeted her teeth so forcefully to prevent the tears from pouring down, her brows roofing her eyes to conceal the crimson grief. No, she wasn’t weak. The one that had to break down was him, not her. The images of her past-self, shattered and lost, spun around her head. No, she wasn’t weak. She had control; over her emotions, over everything. He must not see the victim, he must only see a stone which happened to have a body and a face.

“You will all fall to your knees.” Ombra snarled.

The thunderous gunshot struck through the air. A silent grasp came out. Nicodemus staggered to his back as he helplessly covered the injury with his palm. Ombra didn’t hesitate. She moved her left hand above her right forearm, the waves of energy poured out of her palm as though it was pierced. She commanded the tides to solidify, and transform into iron metal. The metal stuck to the black fabric, adhering the path of her hand, and sharpening at the end.

Nicodemus‘s eyes caught a glimpse of what she just created out of thin air. They grew wider. “You-you’re an iron-bender.” The dreaded words snuck out.

Ombra ignored him. “Those offenders must be punished not by the hands of justice or the law, but by the hands of the devil herself.” Her arm went into position to strike.

“You are Falkus’s worst mistake. He has failed.”

Ombra’s arm landed precisely on his face, the iron penetrated the bone and the flesh. The cracking sent shivers down her limbs. “No face, just like your victims.”

She pulled out her arm, painted red. His head was wide open, destroyed, like everything else inside it.

Ombra stared.

She had killed, shot and stabbed before as an act of duty, or defense. But she never really felt proud of it. But this time she tore her opponent apart as of a brutal animal. Disgust punched her in the stomach, the pain evolving into acidic claws which scratched her throat.

She was an animal.

“Ombra, run!” Kabal’s shout rang in her ears. She remembered. The building would explode in a few minutes. Drowning in the lake of her thoughts, and needing Kabal’s hand to come back to reality, however, was not a part of their plan. She darted across the aisle. Punctually, Erron slammed the door open for her to jump out. Just when she stepped out on the grass, the deafening explosion of metal and plaster threw her on her face.

+++

The countless stars above in the infinite, black fabric of the sky shimmered brightly enough to lit the wooden table before her. The endless silence soothed her ears, and emptied her head of the remaining noises of the explosion. Instead, her mother’s voice vaguely rang in her mind. “This cycle of bloodshed won’t change anything. You’ve become exactly like them.” Another wound was cut on her heart, some more inches of her brain were turned to stone.

I’ll be the change, Ombra thought. Only a monster could destroy another monster.

Nicodemus‘s perished face flashed before her eyes, and the last sentence he managed to say out loud. “You are Falkus’s worst mistake! He has failed!”

Falkus, the long lost protector of the Metalrealm, once failed in his duty centuries ago, and she was born. The evident signs to elaborate this rumor -at least to her- were just like justifying the existence of an omniscient creator by the laws of nature. However, the rigid prejudice Metalrealmers hold close to their heart against their sacred, metal-bending magic, has constructed an enormous cage around their world; reproduction with any species from the other six realms was strictly forbidden. Yet centuries ago, someone had dared to break this rule, and seemingly, it was Falkus’s fault. Some said it was the very reason why he was vanished in the first place, but Ombra refused to believe it just yet.

The door was opened with a soft crack, and Erron stepped into the terrace with a glass bottle in his hand. The dead darkness had coated him in utter blackness, so when his other hand slipped into his pocket, Ombra knew it was a pack of cigarettes hearing the muffling paperboard. To her surprise, he offered it.

“The cops are lookin’ for us. What’s the next plan?” He asked.

Ombra waved her hand in decline along with mouthing a thank you.

“Wiping out more monasteries. There’s another one in the rural area. It’s technically a whole village. There are several buildings with many cultists living in them.”

“How many of these we’re goin’ to blow up?”

“Every one of them.” She stared directly at his eyes.

Erron dropped his head, and after a brief hesitation, he continued. “Catchin’ the cops’ attention what was that for?”

“I didn’t know they bothered you so much.”

“That was a stupid move. You wanted to beat ‘em with the law then changed your mind mid-way?”

Ombra raised her eyebrows. She had almost forgotten how it felt like to hear others detect mistakes in her plans. It had always been her who saved the situation with her strategies no matter how absurd the seemed to be. She pushed back the urge of retrieving the permission of speaking from him, but she had to be mature.

“I provided a reason for my actions for them. And by “them” I mean those who will eventually rise to join me. They’re still scared and are hiding in their shells because who dares to fight with the divine? Well, I do, and I encourage others to do so.”

“They broke up the wrong tree. You want everyone against them.” He muttered as he blew out some smoke. “They gotta be shittin’ their pants right now, or else their face is all gone.” A breathless chuckle escaped his throat.

Her eyebrows fell lower, intensifying her roaring glare. What a stupid, thoughtless man, jesting in the wrong situation, she thought. The story was just about to begin. Ombra would play with them and spin them around like her puppets, and not even the gods could stop her.

#rise of the villains: darker than black #ombra the ironhead #mk oc #mk gizem #mortal kombat #mortal kombat oc #mortal kombat au #erron black #kabal

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