I made a ✨Barbie✨ Ao3 skin
Okay, so it's not actually Barbie-themed, but it's pink and I've named it "Barbie Reads Fanfiction," so it's close enough. 🤗💗
I'm not a coding expert by any means so I spent an ungodly amount of time trying to get this right precious time that could've gone into my actual fic 😭 I was also bored lol
Since I can't just make this public without Ao3 admin approval, I'm going to share it below in case you want to use it yourself! Feel free to change the code however you see fit.
The CSS code is here! Copy this when creating a new skin and it should work.
If it's not showing up like in the screenshots above, I've also included a screenshot of the values I inputted into the Wizard to enter in addition to the CSS code. It says that CSS code would override the Wizard, though I'm not positive if that's what happened or if the changes just merged.
Enjoy! 💗✨
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|| 🍍• Could you imagine being all geared up to watch, laugh, and love on-screen Huskerdust only to get fucking La La Land-ed with a fucking unexpected plot twist that they’re seemingly made for each other but something changes and we then see them meeting each other years later?
Concept/image/mini-fic in more detail below ⬇️
Angel Dust is free of Val and visiting a bar which just so happens to have a certain cat, still chained to his master, tickling the ivories to a small bar crowd.
The sweet sombre melody of Loser, Baby floats around the bar, an unusual air in a Hell nightclub.
Angel, in his own little world, settles by the bar and orders his drink. A classic Sex on the Beach. A usual of his. Though, upon tasting it, it’s not massively to his tastes, and he opts to twirl it before his eyes wondering how and why they haven’t tasted like the dreamy ones of his memories.
Trapped in the midst of his recollections, Angel begins swaying along to the bar’s live music, feeling a welcoming warmth wash over him after a long day.
And slowly, very slowly, Angel begins to awaken to the warmth of the melody - it’s familiar. It’s personal. The feeling reminds him of coming home. And all at once, the cogs finally find their rhythm, and the reflections illuminated on his glass cast a vista he never thought he’d see again.
There he is. After all this time. After everything. There. He. Is. Tickling the ivories in a dingy dive bar to the notes of their song, and serenading sinners to the ode of them. Of everything they were. Of everything they almost became.
Eventually, Angel brings himself to turn around and behold the cat for himself; lower hands coming together to fidget as they always did as his upper hands endeavour to steady themself around the stem of the forgotten drink.
He should leave, he thinks. He hates how that is his first thought upon seeing Husk after so long. Pay up quietly, discreetly, and walking straight back up the stairs to the street. He knows in that moment at least that he’s changed from who he once was upon arrival to Hell, and, later to the hotel. He doesn’t have to pretend about anything, he tells himself. He’s not about the pretending lifestyle anymore, right?
Half settled on his decision, he downs the sugary beverage as he stands - striving to convince himself the building burn in his throat is just the drink and nothing more - and places the cash plus change to a little too harshly onto the bar.
The coinage rattles, spilling in all directions, and Angel fumbles and curses to catch the bits that clatter to the floor.
It takes him far longer to pick up that which has been spilled. He hates that. He hates how the music stills prematurely to a stop, and he hates how his eyes begin to burn in sync to the discomfort of his throat. He hates how he feels the bar looking even though they likely aren’t, and he hates how of all the eyes he’s convinced are staring, there’s only one that overpowers them all.
Swallowing around the unease, Angel stands, placing the change onto the bar with a silent “sorry,” and moves slowly towards the exit.
The eyes follow him. Their warmth blessedly familiar. A small part of Angel wishes they hadn’t. A much larger part relaxes against their power, mesmerising and strong, but not forceful. They never had been. Not so long ago, yet long enough potentially forget, those eyes had skilfully unravelled him with a care that help ignite a sense of urgency within him to change. The final straw on the camel’s back some would say. The catalyst.
His catalyst.
Angel stifled a sob as he paused at the stair’s handrail, or was it a laugh? He told himself it was a laugh and smiled around the spikiness of the unusual happy sadness.
After all this time. After everything. Angel was happy to say goodbye again. Because it wasn’t really a goodbye. It was also a hello.
And reassured, he turns, and he smiles, hoping it’s convincing even though he knows his cheeks are damp.
So many words.
So many memories.
So many what-could-have-been scenarios swirling amongst the thick air.
Husk merely blinks at him, finally acknowledged. And then, like heaven in hell, Husk smiles. His ‘Angel’ smile. That soft, gentle lidded sort of smile that enlarged the heart details above his brows and etched the motions of his crusty old heart for all to see. Ever the respectful Husker, man of honour and integrity that warmed Angel in ways no hands or bodies ever could, and likely never would.
How lucky he’d been. How happy he’d been.
They hold the look for longer than they should have, this they both know…
…And then Angel Dust leaves, smiling as their song picks up again to serenade wayward sinner couples, who were none the wiser that two passing ships reunited for one last time…
How beautiful life could be…even in death.
(Should I like actually write this in more detail and post it? Would anyone even read something like this??)
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here 2 chat abt rory characters ><
charlie is the dumbest evr, he says "eerrrr, remakes always suck!! 🤓☝" nd then is also like "the house of wax remake is the best 😍" bcuz he's STUPID.
he also doesn't READ. "oh, that movie was based on a book?? i don't care ☺" I DON'T KNOW WHAT 2 CHAT ABT 😞😞😞
NO CUZ THID IS SO REAL!!! like he'd say something he's completely against like remakes but then when he watched the remake he's like omg best thing ever 🥰🥰☝️☝️ LIKE UR SHUT UR GOOFY AHH UP it was NOT the best thing ever ur js a dummy!! 😣😣 he's so silly 😖😖
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Are we mayhaps going to see some more of the extended family during the modern au 👀?
Hello there dearest, Nonny! 💐
I can confirm that everyone in the extended family is in the modern AU living their best lives. I initially had plans to give each of them their own little cameo and mini arc with the main fam but I, well I got distracted by the 1930s I’m sorry 😫
Despite continuing to post the AU, I haven’t played in it for probably two weeks now? All this content was pre-taken to hide the fact that in the background…I’m secretly in the historical save getting everything ready 🫣
I initially planned for this series to run a bit longer, then suddenly my brain started writing 1930s scenes and well, I haven’t been able to redirect my attention back to the modern save since (but I have tried babes). However, I have been thinking that I may make this a bit of a reoccurring thing if y’all are into it? Like in between years or decades in the main story when I need a some down time. I might have to switch it up and age people around in between but I think it could be a pleasant interim when we need it.
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