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clovenhoofedjester · 14 days

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jellicle lineups; part 4/4

I FINALLY FINISHED THESE

grizabella | 🌃 🥀 🍂

i really wanted to mix revival and older replica for this one. the thigh-high boots, sparkly, tasseled dress, and generally the wig are all revival inspired, but the curly fur stays and the makeup is old because i really do like the very dramatic, gothic grizabella looks. her coat is also heavily 2019 inspired with the length and stripey purple fabric

i also was not sure how i wanted to do her hair other than it covering one eye (SHOUTOUT TO THE FANART I SAW WHICH HAD THAT. I CANNOT REMEMBER THE URL) esp the color so i did a gradient of light grey to dark brown, which i REALLY liked ! it also helped me decide that shed be chocolate smoke instead of a tabby

idk. ijust like her

i very much want to emphasize the "proud" and "indomitable" of her character in my portrayal of her; think betty buckley. i think shed be 61 in human years.

jennyanydots | ⏰ 🧶 👠

HER DESIGN... is very similar to her replica one because.... i really like it. very heavy emphasis in how her makeup is sometimes done with the HUGE lower lashes and squiggles. she also gets a cute little pink nose and blue eyeshadow

very 2019 inspired also. the hat, tasseled jumpsuit and bejeweled tap shoes stay ...... but i did want to give her the vest and collar from 2019. i just like that. shes also fat because yes

she remains sweet and nice yes. but i think warsaw was onto something when they made her Like That. shed be 56 in human years

jellylorum | 🎨 💐 👒

i ORIGINALLY drew her design a month and a half ago with the headcanon that shes gus' caretaker but bro. that jellylorum & asparagus jr. & gus family angst potential was too great. so i redid her as looking closer to gus. :3

idk why but i decided to go with a 1940s inspired formal look for her.... i quite like the hat and think it helps her to stand out, so i'm comfortable in that decision. her fur design is also mostly replica inspired. enjoy her neapolitan ice cream makeup too

she also gets a pink nose and her collar from the 2019 version. idk why the collars went so hard in that movie

i LOVE one of her 3 words being practical... yes, she is THE practical cat. i think shed be 59 in human years

bustopher jones | 🌹 🤍 🍛

VERY replica inspired.... with notes of other productions. opera populaire had full glasses bustopher which i liked. an older makeup look also had stripes which i also thought looked nice (and makes him look more related to mistoffelees) ! there are also multiple bustopher designs that have the moustache and beard 2 for 1 dealio..... and decided to incorporate that as well

he also gets the fishbone hanky crevat thing and a fishbone brooch. i almost made his rose white but i liked the contrast of the red. enough that i decided to give him lipstick too . and youd best believe that he has a giant fucking pipe that he smokes out of

i love the idea of him being the older generations' tugger in his time. i believe it. i think hed be like 55 in human years

skimbleshanks | 🚂 🎆 ⏳

I COULDNT RESIST BASING HIM OF THE MOVVIEEEEEE im not sorry that was peak skimble. the whistle and chains, the MATCHING conductor hat and pants, the moustache, the tap shoes..... truly, it was too good. my only regret was that i couldnt show the suspenders in this design because i wanted to keep the vest

i did keep the makeup/fur pattern very similar to his replica design though. idk. its just good. emphasis on the brown in his tail, the brown of his clothes, and the bell

anyone else get handsome gay silver fox vibes from him? anyway [being rushed out the door] i think hed be 56 in human years

asparagus jr. | 🧷 🎲 ⛲

lets go babey asparagus jr. inclusion ! i Really struggled with the clothes because i wanted to include the weird yarn poncho but didnt want to make him look hippyish (hippies are cool it just wasnt the vibe i was going for).... so it is reincarnated as this strange tassel-y scarf shawl thing. idk

he also gets a collar similar to jellylorum's because i like the idea of them living in the same house :^3. his makeup is also pretty different from how it appeared in the 98 version because i wasnt really feeling it. i like stripes. so stripes he shall get

hes also wearing a corset thing. idk what my propensity for designing men with a slightly feminine touch says about me (IM A FEMININE QUEER MAN)

not much notes on his personality other than i think he really looks up to his father (enough that he took on his more dignified name). hed be 57 in human years

gus | 📖 🌌 🔭

MUH OLD MAN... i love him. very much based on a bunch of different replica designs for him. he gets a beard and sideburns because i think i really do love the costumes w facial hair, and i think it just fits. he also gets glasses

he gets the coat and handkerchief (now a scarf) that typically hides the growltiger costume... which has a crisp formal outfit underneath. maybe he takes the coat off during his number to signify having moments of clarity and humor during his song

i do think in my interpretation hes well enough to joke around during his number and play the rumpus cat but like. damn you can tell this cat is old. hed be like 93 in human years

old deuteronomy | 🌕 🍮 ⭐

i have fully abandoned replica deut. say hello to haute couture resplendent transgender old deuteronomy. fit with a gigantic white coat, velvet dress, and gigantic fluffy hat. and yes, she did have 99 wives

she also gets the pendant that she was drawn with in the concept art for the 2d animated movie.... what was up w/ that....

ANYWAY YEAH UH. shes very different from the replica deut and other nonrep deuts mostly thanks to judi dench, with her saying that her version of deut was a transgender woman, and her complaining about not looking regal enough in the movie. here you go girly. the nose freckles/dots from some replica makeup get to stay though

she gets a lot of design notes from her children. the grey from munkustrap, macavitys white eyelashes, eye and mouth makeup, and tuggers cheek heart. shes also a light grey to kind of reflect her appearance in 2019

not much to add here other than i love her. i think she would be 88 in human years

AND THERE YOU GO. AHHHHHHH ITS DONE

#grizabella #jennyanydots #jellylorum #bustopher jones #skimbleshanks #asparagus jr.#gus the theater cat #old deuteronomy #cats the musical #chibi #character design #sfw furry #my art

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sanjis-moulinrouge · 5 months

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Until Dawn: The Chat

Zoro x Sanji

Summary: The Strawhats have a costume party at an island, Zoro and Sanji finally have the chance to share things that seemed impossible.

a/n: Fluff for part one. English is not my first language, so my apologies if something sounds weird.

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Zoro contemplated how the crew moved agitatedly from one room to another looking for accessories and appropriate clothing for the costume event on the island. Robin and Nami were almost ready, they were helping each other with some details, fastening and arranging the folds of fabrics. Robin was wearing a hooded purple cloak making her look like an ancient death divinity, Nami was a sorceress in a white dress covered by a long velvet cape, and Chopper was their mysterious companion.

"It's been a long time since we've done something like this... it makes me a little anxious, I’m starting to feel sick. Who’s going to be checkin’ Merry?" Usopp said while the doctor tried to calm his insecurities.

“Chill-out, Usopp. We’re safe here, the villagers are very nice” replied Nami. “And trust me, I guess Zoro will be watching it.”

Sanji walked down the corridor, leaving behind the aroma of cigarettes. He put on elegant patent leather shoes, wearing a sober, completely black outfit.

“Wooa, Sanji, are you going as a detective?" Luffy asked as he saw him putting on a long scarlet coat.

"No, I'll make sure to go as a vampire… maybe I got the chance to surprise ladies…”

Robin approached Sanji, put a top hat on him, part of her collection, and lifted the collar of his coat. "Now you look more mysterious, cook," she giggled.

"ROBIN-CHAAAAAN, SO SWEET"

Zoro was about to fall asleep when suddenly he saw Sanji's figure kneeling in front of him.

“Marimo, are you coming with us?”

He nodded yawning.

“Oeee Zoroooo, I don't see your costume?” Luffy shouted while wearing the famous afro wig and Usopp had already entered character to act as his representative.

“I will go as a swordsman”

“Whaaaat” the whole crew exclaimed.

“At least change the outfit, loser?” Nami sighed as she stood Zoro up, she quickly led him to his room. “You have a kimono, be creative... we leave in 10 minutes.”

He left the ship following the crew. He decided to wear the nagagi and haori in a semi formal way, but it felt much more comfortable. His figure was elegant. He walked slower than other times, he didn’t want to receive any comment from the nakamas.

Sanji turned around rapidly while smoking. As soon as he detected Zoro, he felt a little dazed, in his mind he tried to remember other occasions where Marimo looked refined but couldn’t recall. He also didn't want to think about it so much, after all it was just a new Zoro’s image on his brain, he would get used to it later.

The cook’s footsteps were heard all the way to the tavern. The place was giant, it was divided into a bar with different types of liquor, live music, and a restaurant.

“Guys, this place is extremely crowded. Let’s stay in the groups we’ve planned” Nami affirmed.

As the group spreads, Sanji and Zoro reluctantly got together.

“I don’t see many ladies around, Cook”

“Oh shut up or i’ll kick you”

“I’ll be at the bar”

“Gonna check what they have on the menu, but don’t move from the bar, mosshead”

“Don’t tell me what to do” Zoro barked as he drank sake.

The lighting switched, a new band was performing and people gathered to dance. After a while, Zoro decided to go out and walk around the hall, glancing at some aisles, he was reassured to see Luffy and Usopp eating and laughing at tables in the corner.

The restaurant had a wide variety of menus, he saw Sanji in the background, talking passionately to what appeared to be the kitchen staff, his genuine smile made his blue eyes sparkle, Zoro couldn’t deny his gentle beauty, the smoothness of his costume accentuated his features and his gestures of awe did not go unnoticed either. This was one of the few times where the swordsman could appreciate the cook’s smile and enthusiasm as a stranger, accepting the qualities for himself but never finding the right moment to put it into words.

Overwhelmed with feelings, he left to get some fresh air. Sanji, on the other hand, interrupted the chatter to go back to Zoro. As he approached the bar, he noticed the absence.

The strong lights, the crowd and the heat of the place made the cook uncomfortable. “Shit, where did he go?” He asked the bartender and then other customers, but they couldn't give details. “This asshole,” he thought. “He should be on the ship by now.”

Sanji went out of the tavern fast, there were a few people outside, mostly drunk pirates on the floor. The blond took a long sigh, lit a cigarette and entered a nearby alley. Despite the dim lights he could walk, the pavements were small and sometimes zigzagged but not to get lost. At the end of the street, he sat down on a bench and lit a cigarette, a breeze soothed the high temperatures he had brought from the bar.

“You shouldn't let your guard down here” he heard as he felt one of Zoro’s swords behind his shoulder.

“mmm, get that shit out of me”

Zoro sheathed the sword and sat down on the other side of the bench.

“Why are you here?” the swordsman voiced.

“Apparently, someone idiot was about to get lost”

“But… I found you” he goaded sarcastically.

“Do you want to be alone? Why don’t you go to Merry and get some sleep? It would give me… a break to enjoy the party”

“You piss me off, curly” Zoro muttered as he stood up in a dizzy way.

“Are you drunk, shitty mosshead? Why are you staring at me like this?”

Zoro observed Sanji’s posture, there was something exquisite in the way he sat, his long crossed legs looked extremely stylized in the suit, he had a defiant look while he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette.

“I should be the one asking if you’re drunk” Zoro scolded as he got closer.

“I'm not the one who’s swinging while standing up, I’m not even acting silly…”

The swordsman’s heartbeat was struggling, he didn't know how much longer he could cope with the distance, he felt so bewitched that it was difficult to contain himself being alone with the cook, that's why he avoided spending time alone with him, he fought internally to not lose control.

After a silence, their eyes met for a short moment, Sanji began to walk back to the tavern.

Sanji's silhouette moved quickly, the blood-red color of his coat made him look paler and more intimidating than he really was. Zoro rushed over stealthily, grabbing him by the arm.

"Oi oi marimo! Do you need something?" Sanji uttered.

Zoro noticed his impulse and the strength with which he held the cook's forearm.

"You're right. I'll go back to the ship," he said as he looked down.

In the middle of the night, footsteps prowled around the kitchen, the drawers of the shelves opened and closed.

"Shitty cook?" Zoro asked. Through the window he perceived Sanji contemplating the island lights and sky.

"too early to be back tho"

"I wanted to drink something here. I left some sake in the kitchen and pantry" Sanji's sleepy eyes looked huge, they normally stood out at night with the lights, but now they were much more piercing as he did the offer. Zoro was again starting to become nervous as he contemplated how his features harmonized with the silly disguise.

"Take off that stupid hat," he rasped suddenly.

“Do you want to wear it, asshole?” he replied as he walked back to the kitchen.

Zoro followed him with his gaze.

"I brought wine and sake, mosshead. Do you want some?”

Sanji was eager to see if Zoro would be open to drinking with him in that situation, all alone.

He unbuttoned his coat before pouring the liquors, Zoro slowly approached to sit on the island in front of him.

“The hat, eyebrows.”

"you're obsessed with the damn hat...aren’t you? Sanji exhaled. “don't make me bitter. Not because you’re not feeling your character and custom it means I’m going to take this shit off…”

“you don’t look like a vampire”

“you don’t look like a swordsman. Are you escaping from yourself?” he emphasized as he ran his finger over the glass of wine.

“What are you implying, curly brow?”

“I like accessories… with them you could try other things. They can highlight things about you, physical features, personality features…You must feel something different by being dressed like this… marimo… your look is…” he couldn’t continue with the train of thoughts. Zoro had his eyes fixed on him.

“Are you drunk?”

Sanji placed his hat on Zoro's head.

“Seriously, did you drink or eat something else, lovecook? Are you sober?”

“I’m more conscious than ever. Drink the fuckin’ sake, so you stop asking the same stupid questions”

“Cook… since when you like vampires?” Zoro inquired while Sanji lit a cigarette.

“since I was little, but no one had ever asked”

“why do you find them appealing?” Zoro’s tone had already calmed down. It seemed he was fully interested in knowing Sanji’s perspective.

“They’re mysterious and romantic creatures. They struggle to survive, stories tell some of them starve to death to not damage their beloved ones, others say that they’re evil creatures cause they kill indiscriminately… They’re enigmatic, passionate. Blood is their source, their ecstasy, their food. They depend on it. It's a nice metaphor for life itself. Blood as wine can symbolize plenty of things… desire, lust, fervent love. What if vampires smell blood as we smell liquors…and that’s how desire leads them to their prey or immortal companion.

Sanji’s words made Zoro tremble, he was with such a natural and carefree attitude that they had not noticed how close they were, he could feel the cook's legs collide with his under the small kitchen’s island. His voice was alluring, suddenly Zoro couldn’t take his eyes from his lips. It felt like everything was in slow motion. His storytelling sounded like soft whispers, the moment became intimate as if Sanji was trusting him with his deepest thoughts.

“Tempted by senses…blood… makes them lose their inhibitions. Wine makes us lose our inhibitions too…” in an instant Zoro's warm lips pressed tightly against his, the cook couldn't even react… their breaths were heavy, a rush of heat reached both. Sanji’s body started to shiver, wishing the moment was eternal.

#sanji #zoro #one piece #one piece fanfic #zosan #sanji x zoro #one piece fluff #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #op zosan #zosan fanfic #zosan fluff #one piece fanfiction #sanjis-moulinrouge-fiction #sanji x zoro fanfic

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tashacee · 8 months

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Ok so that last chapter was INCREDIBLY DELIGHTFUL but I have a THOUGHT. What in the world would happen if when Wild was digging through the pile and throwing things aside he happened to toss Majora’s Mask into Time’s line of sight? What if Time saw the Fierce Deity’s armor? Would the helmet Wild was look just like the mask that Time can feel burning a hole in his pack? And how would Time be able to ask Wild about HOW he even HAS these incredibly dangerous artifacts???

Oh, and here’s a good one, Twilight is going through armor, right? What would happen if he saw a flash of achingly familiar orange hair? What if he pulled from the pile a particular helmet that he thought he’d never see again?

I have many Thoughts and would be delighted to hear yours as well

Hnnnnnnng i DO have plans for the fierce deity mask at least. Twi may have seen that and majora but not registered it as anything important. It means nothing to him, after all.

But let's say Time saw a flash of purple. He went from laughing and light hearted so fast, darting forward and snatching the heart shaped piece of wood from the pile, his eye wide in horror.

"Wild." he demands, voice faint as he grips his brother's arm. "This is important. Where did you get this?"

Wild has absolutely no idea how he's supposed to answer that question. He shrugs vaguely, making a gesture as if opening a chest. Time blinks and nods shakily - he doesn't fully understand what Wild means, but it's clear he doesn't have any idea of what Majora actually is or what it's capable of.

He gives the mask back. It does have a low thrum of power about it, but nothing like the raging torrent wrapped around the identical mask in his own pack. Still, Wild tucks it back in his slate and silently swears to leave it there for the time being.

Meanwhile, Twilight is sobbing into a weird looking helmet with what looks like a dodgy orange wig coming out of the top.

Legend sighs. He's pretty sure this isn't exactly what Wild meant by a 'distraction', but at least he isn't sea sick any more.

#it me #hero’s aspect au #hero's aspect #replies

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nicktremblaywayfu · 1 year

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I'm def late to the birthday party thanks to a tight schedule but I decided to make you a lil gift anyway. I hope you like it @jokeringcutio ;) (cuz you deserve some arthur on your birthday)

Warning : None. Just super happy fluff

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The way those people smiled when they saw their favorite characters come to life was your main reason to volunteer in this hospital. And happy patients make the job easier for the nurses and the doctors. It was nothing fancy, sometimes you rented a costume if you didn’t have the one they requested. Most of the time, simple requests were what they asked. Disney Princesses being the classic one, bringing the vibe of cheerful kindergarten kids to the hospital. One guy even shyly asked if he could hug you the time you played as Snow White. He then told you a story of his past, how his mother often read him the story of that princess to ease his anxiety. Sometimes a niche character was asked, like that one sword wielding princess from a popular medieval fantasy game that definitely older generations or non-gamer didn’t know. But you didn’t mind introducing yourself as the character should someone ask about the character.

If you didn’t wear any costume and played as the character to interact with the patients, you’d be helping the nurses instead. Cleaning plates, serving snacks, often you talked to some patients to make them feel less lonely as well. The variety of the patients surely has range. The youngest one you saw was a 15 years old depressed boy who always brought his chibi anime plushie everywhere while the oldest one was a 80 years old grandma who lost his husband to war and never she could cope with the tragedy.

Be it sadness and happiness, you tried to be there for people in need. Your existence brought sunshine to this place despite the lamps already imitating the sunny day light vibe. Whenever you’re not on your schedule, they would ask about your whereabouts. The old lady that lost his husband even cried once knowing that you didn’t come on Sunday, although she knew that Sunday was your off-schedule. Tuesday arrived, and she stood from her wheelchair just to give you a hug like a grandma greeting her granddaughter. You must admit, she did really remind you of your grandma sometimes.

All the patients have their own unique element, including the one that often seems to be disconnected from reality. Whenever you perform in your costume, he would either look at the table absent-mindedly or lock his steel blue gaze right to your own eyes. You once tripped from your own Princess Belle gown when you caught him staring intensely. A few patients and nurses rushed to help you, and the man averted his face instantly in guilt.

Yet it did not stop him. When you did a little fighting act, you caught him staring again like an eagle. You swore to god that there was a faint purple light shone on his eyes for a few moments. But maybe that was just you, lacking sleep from fixing your wig last night.

Another thing is, each patient was given the chance to request a character you should play as and now it’s the strange man’s turn. Usually you could tell from their taste and story but this man hasn't talked to you even once. He was just there, like a ghost in a horror asylum movie. And to be frank, he kinda scared you a bit from the lack of interaction and weird gaze. But it wouldn’t be fair if you skipped his turn, that would be egoistical of you. Besides, what harm did he do to you ? It was not really his fault you tripped once, not like he had some magic telekinesis stuff you supposed. Not even bruises on your leg, so it was not really something counted as an issue.

So off your legs go, walking towards that neck length brown haired man. Tho you had no schedule of performing any character today, surely he could still recognize you in this casual outfits,

“Hello ? “ You peered at the man, hunching a bit and giving a little shy smile to greet him.

There was silence for a moment, ‘till his head slowly turned around. My, you almost feel bad just by the look of his face. You shooed away the thought of him being neglected patient because he must be taken care of as well, right ? He scanned you from head to toe, wrinkles and crow feets formed with his mouth shaping an upside curve.

“ Didn’t expect you would talk to me.” He chuckled, then moved his wheelchair a bit to get a clear sight of you.

“Ah, my apologies. I Didn’t mean to ignore you, it’s just that…this was really the chance I just got to talk to you.” You straightened your back, hiding the awkward lingering in your heart.

“I suppose, it was on me. It’s not usually that I'm being diffident like this. I do miss the good old days where I could talk to hundreds of people but today, you were the first one I talked to.”

There he goes, comfortably telling about his past. You guessed it wouldn’t be that hard to talk to him.

“Personally, I think it’s always a good start with the number of one rather than zero.”

Alright, that's kinda weird. What are you talking about, again ?

“Yeah, right. You seem like a good person to talk with. Please, have a seat.”

You sat on the small chair right next to him, resting your legs. From there you could see his face more clearly. Honestly he was actually an attractive man. Fine square jaw, fair skin with almost no scars, captivating blue eyes, it’s just that his uncombed hair, red lower eyelids, hoarse voice, and his stained clothes that gave the look of neglect.

“This might be a weird question, but…the nurse did take her time to take care of you as well, right ?” You tried to form polite words to ask such a question.

“Must be because of my look, hm ? I haven’t changed my clothes, nor combed my hair. However, worry not as I won't look this messy for tomorrow.” He smiled at you, suddenly giving a warm feeling inside. His smile, really captivating. It was just for a few seconds, yet it captured you for a few minutes. That was gotta be the sweetest smile you ever seen from an asylum patient. He seemed really gentle, which made you believe that he was not a bad person. He just needed some kindness. And perhaps freshly cleaned outfits and a shower.

"Well, speaking of tommorrow, i come here as today is your chance for the character request. Is there any character that you want me to play as ? Perhaps a video game character, or the classic disney princess ?"

"Hmph, characters ? I haven't watch or read any story these years, last time i went to the cinema was 5 years ago."

"It doesn't have to be new characters. Or perhaps you'd like me to dress in certain fashion ? 50s ? 70s ?"

"No, no. Just...do you mind if you just wear your favorite dress ? Whatever it is. I just want you to look beautiful tommorrow."

You almost choked on your spit hearing that.

"Are...are you sure ? You know you'll have to wait some times again for a new request right ?"

"I'm aware of that. I know what I'm asking, I'd love to see you again tomorrow in my room."

And now he's inviting you to his room. Surely nothing weird and dirty happens right ? Oh you pretended to cough shoving such thoughts away. You looked at your watch, still too early to go but your heart really asked your feets to move before your whole body turned blushing red.

“Is there anything I can provide ? Perhaps I could take you a drink, or snacks ?”

“I’ll be fine, I don't need anything now. Thank you for your offer.” He nodded and smiled, which you replied although you lowkey averted your face before he saw how pink your face started to. You can’t believe you really fell in love with an asylum patient that has a history of cult involvement.

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The nurses and the hospital receptionist greeted you cheerfully, some complimented your dress. It was a modest dress, beautifully adorned on your body. The color matching your shoes and your bag, fits perfectly with your brown long hair. Your heels strided towards a specific room, knocking the door and greeted with a familiar hoarse voice from inside.

“Come on in, my sweetheart.”

You took the handle, slowly digesting the thought of him just calling you with a pet name. You smiled in the dimly lit room, Arthur sitting on the bed corner with a tidied look. His hair was combed and pulled back with faint wavy, his beard was shaved clean giving a younger look, and a set of white shirts and pants rather than his stained patient outfits. He was really a man of his words, he did give a thought of a better look just to meet you today. But what was the purpose ? What was his plan ?

“My, look how beautiful you are.” He cocked his, adoring your look while you can’t help but blush red again. He definitely noticed it, but you no longer care about it. Like you could hide it anyway.

“Thanks..a lot Arthur. And I must say you look fine as well.

‘Love your white shirts.”

“Thank you. I only use this for special occasions. I spend most of my days here so as you could see, it’s still as white as the clouds.”

“Special occasions ? Is there any event here that I miss ?” You look around to make sure. The nurses didn’t say anything about it.

“There is.” He took a white fabric that was hiding something on the table, revealing a box with a small birthday cake inside.

He sang you a birthday song, lighting the candles while you gasped processing the moments. Was today really your birthday ? How did he knew ? You keep wondering to yourself as well, impressed with how Arthur sang. It was something that you least expected, yet still amazed. His voice, how to describe it, was warm and heartfelt. It reached through your soul, as he sang from the deepest part of his heart.

“Blow up the candle and make a wish, sweetheart.” You just giggled like a little girl and blew the candle. Your wish ? To wear a ring on your finger and share the same surname with Arthur.

“But how did you know ? We just talked yesterday ! “

“It was planned a week ago. We just talked last day, yes, but I always adored you from the first time I saw you. I doubted that you would actually pay attention to this old man, but here we are.” He smirked in amusement.

“The nurses told me your birthday, and I think it would be nice to give a little surprise. It was not much and fancy, but I hope you know that this was my sincere intention.”

You really wanted to cry, this man that you thought lowkey being creepy and mysterious was actually a sweet gentleman that cared about you.

“Oh my god, Arthur ! I-” You hugged him, not caring about you supposedly being shy about your feelings.

“I’m lost for words. God this is really sweet, you make me want to cry of happiness.”

“I’m glad you love it, darling.”

You spend the afternoon eating the cake with him. Surely this was not your everyday cheap supermarket cake. It was soft, the sweetness was not overwhelming, and the cream was very milky. He really put so much thought into this, hell you didn’t even remember today was your birthday until Arthur was there with a cake on his hand.

Alas, time flew fast whenever you were having fun. The sun has started to set the time you see the window. It’s time you bid a bye bye for today with him.

“It’s almost dusk, are you sure you want to stay ? I can ask the hospital for an extra bed.” Arthur raised his brows, teasing you.

“Arthur, you know I can’t just have a sleepover party with you here. Besides, worry not as I shall see you again tomorrow.”

“Then I should sleep now so tomorrow will come face to face.” His eyes wrinkled as he laughed in genuine happiness. He forgot when was the last time he was this happy, and he was grateful enough for fate to brough you to him.

“You hugged him again, the walked away from him.

“Oh, I almost forgot !” Turning back, Arthur was confused if you had left anything.

But it was not stuff that you forgot.

You took both of his hands, pulled him close and kissed him gently. Lips on lips, passionately against each other. Arthur let go of your hands, wrapped around your body instead not wanting to let go. He must admit that he was a bit sad that you left without a kiss, but he was wrong and he was glad for it. You parted from the kiss, looking at the steel blue eyes of his. He pulled you in another hug, smelling your hair to remember the scent for the rest of the night.

“Thank you for spending your day with me, love.”

“Anything for a man that remembered my birthday today.” You chuckled as he just sighed and smiled.

“Will you come again tomorrow like you said ?”

“I’m a woman of my words, Arthur. Wait for me at 9 am and I'll be in the main room in no time.”

“I see. Be careful on your way home.”

He wished to spend the night with you only, but sadly today was not the day. You waved at him, then gently closed the door. On the way out you were just blushing and giggling, sparking curious and perplexed looks from the nurses. My, how will you tell them that you were in love with their patient ?

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#arthur harrow #arthur harrow x reader #arthur harrow fanfictions #arthur harrow imagines #moon knight #moon knight (2022)#moon knight fanfictions #x reader #reader insert #mcu villain #marvel #mcu #fluff

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slaughtergutz · 10 months

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ヽ(ຈل͜ຈ)ﾉ︵ ┻━┻ have my other Sk8 the Infinity oc

Haruko Kamiya

"S" Name: Onibaba Relatives: Kenta Kurosawa (half-brother) Affiliation: Shimano Mortuary (mortician)

Birthday: July 15 Age: 21 Education: Highschool, apprenticeship Talent: spirit communication, painting, sculpting

Gender: Female Eye Color: Pink-Purple, depending on the light Hair Color: White (natural), black/red/etc (wigs) Height: 152 Weight: 113kg Blood Type: AB

Personality: Most people see Haruko as a very quiet, unassuming, shy girl. She tends to only speak when spoken to, and tries not to stand out more than she already does. She learned to repress a lot of her personality traits because of criticism from others, who often found her "too" boisterous, "too" weird, "too" creepy, "too"...much. So she became less. But her true self still manages to come out sometimes. Especially at home, Haruko is more likely to sass her brother and be louder. S is where the real Haruko comes out: wild, crazy, and a little unorthodox. She is so different from her usual self, most don't seem to recognize her, including her brother. (In all fairness, Kenta is an idiot and couldn't tell Shadow from Hiromi, either.) Though she wears rollerblades as opposed to skates, Haruko utilizes a lot of roller derby moves and is known for body checking other skaters into the wall. She loves to roughhouse!

Appearance: When not dressed for work, Haruko tends to wear lowkey gothic or gothlic lolita clothing. She tends to buy from online independent designers mostly because it's hard to find that style in her size. She also is usually found wearing a black wig in public, to hide her natural hair. At S she switches up the color. Her natural hair has two lil cowlicks on the side that look like devil horns. Though her eyes are usually obscured by her glasses or bangs, she has nystagmus, which makes her eyes shake. She can't see shit without her glasses, so the goggles she wears at S are made for her prescription. They also have a camera feature. While Haruko usually wears monochrome black/white/grey, she is very colorful as Onibaba.

Background: Haruko grew up in orphanages with her older brother after their mother died shortly after her birth and father left. She was sick frequently as a child, making Kenta, her only family, overly protective of her. She wasn't allowed out much due to her albinism causing her to be particularly sensitive to the sun; in addition to that, she also had frequent asthma attacks and heart problems, which led her brother to prevent her from participating in many physical activities. She was bullied frequently due to her hair and skin--often called Baba Yaga--both by other kids and her brother. Because of her avoidance of the sun, and the ostracizing from others, Haruko would often spend time outside at night, especially cemeteries. Spirits became her friends, although she learned quickly to keep them to herself.

Between her appearance and "strange" behavior, Haruko had a reputation, and some were even afraid of her. So, she kept more to herself. While Kenta was busy with work, she would secretly go out and try new, physical activities, and it seemed that she generally grew out of most of her health issues. But Kenta has trust issues and wouldn't hear anything about it, so she would continue her activities in secret.

When she became of age, she began working in a local funeral home, which didn't help her reputation. But helping families see their loved ones one last time before cremation made it worth it for her. She became very good at makeup and reconstructive work and is often requested for victims of accidents or have advanced decomposition.

Haruko never went to S before, but knew of it from her eavesdropping skills (not that Kenta or his boyfriend could ever talk quietly anyway.) She started going with the hopes to see Shadow and be able to let loose. She was a little baffled that he didn't recognize her, but ran with it and loves messing with him. His nickname for her is Demon Skank (affectionate?).

Trivia:

She walks very quietly and accidentally sneaks up on people frequently.

Haruko took on a big sister role for a lot of the kids in the orphanage, and she does the same here. She is very protective of Miya, Reki, and Langa.

She is very clownish at S, letting insults and jeers roll off her back and taunts the audience by smashing their expectations when they underestimate her. If Shadow is the anti-hero, Onibaba is a straight up heel.

Haruko would sculpt something out of chocolate for Valentine's Day.

Haruko would like a surprise proposal. She would not like a grand reception. She would like 'see ya' kisses every day. She would want to go to New Orleans for a honey moon. Her spouse would have to accept her wild and creepy sides.

Haruko would be great with kids but is afraid to have her own.

Haruko would love a picnic in a cemetery for a date. She often carries a parasol or umbrella for the sun, so she would be prepared if it started raining.

If someone took her picture on the street she would make a scary face quickly and pretend not to see it a second later.

Haruko would have believed in Santa for a few years as a kid until her brother broke the news to her. She would have asked for plushies or art supplies.

Haruko wears certain lolita brands. She doesn't tend to know much about other brands but sticks with one because she knows she likes them and it can be a risk to try new things when it comes to shopping online.

Onibaba's makeup and demeanor is inspired by professional wrestler, Asuka.

And yknow what maybe she uses the Green Mist as a secret attack during S too why not

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 oc #oc #original character #haruko kamiya #ocs #sk8 ocs #sk8 the infinity oc

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rainypaperangel · 2 years

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I had so much fun re-making the wardrobe for the new Monster High Movie that I decided to make on for Ever After High too - y'know, if Disney wouldn't sue every last penny out of Mattel if they did that (despite Descendants being a rip-off)...

I made this on the base of Ever After being in a more modern setting rather than the fused modern-fairy tale of the show, because... I'm not a costume designer xD

Raven Queen

I love Raven's original design, but I don't think the skirt would translate well into live-action. I chose purple leather pants instead and gave her a leather jacket - if it had winged beading down the sleeves, it would be *chef's kiss*!

The chain at the top right is a hip chain, I think that'd look really good with the pants (who I'd like to be high waisted) and the shirt (which took me forever to find!). I liked the dramatic boots and the almost Victorian necklace, I think it merges edgy and vintage really well!

For the hair, I wanted a more transitional color rather than the stripes - because that's how we get Descendants wigs. Do you want more Descendants wigs?? Didn't think so...

Apple White

This is probably my favourite of them all! I made Apple more preppy, like the overly-cheery class president she actually is. Her style is practical, sweet, and high class - I especially love the bow for her neck, I think it'd look adorable with a puff-sleeved white shirt! All in all, I just really like this outfit, I think it'd be a great way to transition her into live-action!

Maddie Hatter

For Maddie, I went in a more bubble-gym style. I did consider Lolita, but that seemed almost too sweet and matching for the daughter of the mad hatter - also, it gave me too much Alice vibes...

I tried to keep the base colours, but I also simplified them. I think Maddie in her cartoon outfit would look way too cartoony in a real setting, instead of quirky and odd. I'd like this to be her "bade outfit", and then I'd let a costume designer and the actress loose in a thrift shop to weird-ify it as much as possible!

Briar Beauty

I made Briar's outfit a bit more Victorian-inspired than her real one, because this is the outfit I think would look the worst in a live-action movie. A short, rose-patterned skirt and a laced crop top would suit her so well!

I gave her flats so she can run to all the parties she wants, and her hair is a lot more blended, though noticeably pink. IDK, I really like this outfit, though I think she'd look awesome with some rose-patterned pants too!

I liked the idea of the glasses being prescription and not sunglasses. I also think she'd kind of hat her tiara, seeing it as a sign of the inevitable...

Cerise Hood

Cerise is one of my favourite characters, if not the favourite. I liked her edgy cartoon-look, but I wanted to make it even more grunge and rough.

A hooded leather jacket (of course) and some big, baggy, ripped jeans would be such a cool look on her! The flat boots would be easier to run in, and I really like the idea of her with shorter, more manageable hair. Also, chains. Because of course.

Ashlynn Ella

Surprisingly, this was the easiest look to make! I think Ashlynn would be so pretty in a simple, blue floral dress with a pink cardigan and light blonde beachy curls! I also can't get over how good these shoes look (obviously an actual actor couldn't wear real glass stilettos)!

Also, can we take a moment to appreciate that clock purse? Look me in the eyes and tell me this outfit wouldn't 100% be Ashlynn!

#i swear i don't hate descendants #but I will never forgive disney for ruining ever after high #ever after high #monster high #raven queen #apple white #briar beauty #ashlynn ella #maddie hatter #cerise hood #ever after high characters #ever after high fanart #ever after high clothes

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transboykirito · 1 year

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i'm so so obsessed with all of ur cosplays. the work u put into them... the meaning you give to each detail.. suguha's jewelry especially.... it all looks fantastic. i'm really excited to see where your creative work goes next; i know i don't interact w your blog a lot, but your creative works & your passion for them (when you're not feeling godawful about creating) are amazing to see. re most people wanting baby fics: those are actually not my thing at all/not what i follow you for!! ik one voice doesn't make much of a difference, but that kind of content and your pain around it is not what makes your work special to me. i really love your writing about how the kirigaya family interacts & would love to see more of that. or a fun little quest oneshot/minific about the main squad just having fun!!! that might cheer you up (if you're in a place to be cheered up) and get your mind in the "YIPPEE I'M WRITING ABOUT MY FAVOURITES" mode without being in immense pain for little profit. you feel me??? idk i hope this isn't too personal/weird and i hope u have a wonderful evening + ur blog has a very special place in my heart

🥺🥺🥺

thank you so much for this this is so sweet. i definitely want to write more with the whole group and DEFINITELY want to write more kirigaya family stuff (i think you’re in the kitchen humming is one of my favourite things i’ve ever written) and i have lots of drafts for them that i might try to finish soon!! i do like using writing for catharsis (other shades of blue, for example), but my happy fics with pregnancy have felt very suffocating lately and i don’t want to turn those into angsty miserable things lol

i’d actually really love to write some stuff with spicy micheal tbh, he makes me super happy and i think he’d be fun to include in some fluff stuff

as for my cosplays thank you so so much, i feel like they’re very personal (it’s literally my body, and i’ve got a lot of insecurities still lmao) so i do get very self conscious posting about them. the details are honestly my favourite parts to do, i think they can add a lot

random details in my cosplays i like: for leafa, my nails have little leaves on them, and i’m going to eventually order a replica of the ring, not only because it’s gold but also because she loves lord of the rings. for oberon, the stitching along the bottom is actually little leaves and vines, and i’m working on making his wings light novel accurate. for my hr kirito, i’m sewing the sleeves specifically so you’ll be able to see my elucidator tattoo. for quinella, i have little purple rose earrings (eugeo symbolism) and silver heart earrings (because vibes) even though her wig covers them lmao. lisbeth’s hair clip is actually a gift from my niece because she loves lisbeth, and i want to get the hammer necklace she has in the web novels. and i’m making two dresses for titania asuna (one to match the anime, one to match the light novel) and i made the decision i’m going to wear my actual engagement ring for it, because… catharsis lmao.

#playingforward #asks #this is so so nice of you thank you so much seriously <3 i love seeing you in my notes #also the wig i’m currently using for oberon is my old lucy wig which i thought was funny bc he and asuna’s vas are both in fairy tail

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nitrateglow · 1 year

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I posted 2,982 times in 2022

167 posts created (6%)

2,815 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 395 of my posts in 2022

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#buster keaton - 22 posts

#wait until dark - 20 posts

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#so many adaptations make cathy look like her mother in a blonde wig but the book emphasizes that she only really inherited her mother's eyes

My Top Posts in 2022:

I was reading about Singin’ in the Rain and it shocks me how often people criticize the Broadway Ballet number. Gene Kelly and Stanley Donen both thought it was too long. Several critics claim it’s pretentious.

It’s weird because it technically has little to no bearing on the main plot of the movie, but I just love everything about it-- the dancing, the costumes, the stylized sets, even the rags to riches narrative. As a teenager, I just thought it was about the most beautiful thing ever. Maybe it doesn’t bother me because the movie has such a light, breezy story as is.

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Happy birthday, Buster Keaton!

Today is Buster Keaton's 127th birthday. Usually, my birthday posts for Buster wax poetic about the impact he's had on me, but this year I've decided to talk about my favorite Keaton film-- which also happens to be my favorite movie of all time-- The General. Perfect time too, since I watched the film again recently to celebrate Keaton's big day.

Ever humble and practical, Keaton would have never called himself an artist, and yet The General is undoubtedly more than a gag machine. It's one of the most visually appealing movies ever made-- Keaton and his creative team took the greatest care to replicate the Civil War photography of Matthew Brady, resulting in gorgeous compositions, evocative lighting, and a strong sense of period accuracy that outdoes most "serious" historical dramas of its time (and hell, ours too).

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Out of all the movie costumes throughout cinema history, I still covet Alex Delarge’s purple Willy Wonka coat the most.

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My #1 post of 2022

For real, it drives me nuts when people act like I’m “behind the times” for still collecting physical movies and books.

Like when I blind bought Kubrick’s A Clockwork Orange on bluray and the classmate who recommended it to me looked at me like I confessed to writing on stone tablets.

“But it’s on Netflix!”

And guess what was taken off of Netflix a few months later?

I like watching my movies when I want to watch them.

And you know what else? I like not depending on the internet to watch things. The internet in my apartment? Dodgy as hell. There are periods where streaming won’t even pull up on my TV because the internet will blip for 5-10 minutes. And it gets REALLY annoying when you’re in the middle of a show.

Also, there are people who live in more rural areas who can’t get decent internet either. Those people tend to still use cable and rent a lot of DVDs from the library.

So yeah, between streaming companies censoring content and pulling stuff down, and the internet not always being consistent, long live physical media.

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cakesexuality · 2 years

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not a sunday ask but i did decide to get a haircut and make it everyone's problem since i base my entire personality around my looks, is there something you'd like to do with your hair rn? how about something you have always wanted to do with it but couldn't for whatever reason?

I've been dying my hair various shades of reddy brown for the last couple of years because I was planning on doing an Ellie Williams cosplay that I wanted to premiere in spring 2020, but obviously that con season never happened and I wore her as my Halloween costume in October 2020 instead

I sometimes think about going back to purple or light blonde?? Light blonde doesn't look weird when your roots are really grown in so you don't have to keep on top of it as much, and I really like purple as a hair colour in general, I think purple hair looks good on everyone and I nearly picked a purple wig as my first one... I haven't had my hair as a fun colour in a few years

#sunday ask is coming #but idk how to answer it lol

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let-them-read-fics · 3 years

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Bite

Pairing: Vamp!Lisa x Human!Fem!Reader

AU: Vampire

Word Count: ~ 5,564

Warnings / Misc. -- Mentions of Blood

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm alive! School has kept me crazy busy and I've had my hands full with other things as well, but I finished writing this one and I wanted to share with you lovely peeps. To everyone who stopped by to check in, and to those of you who’ve been patiently waiting, thank you endlessly. I love having you as my readers 💜

PS ~ I hope this isn't too bad for my first one shot in forever! Also, happy Lisa era. I’m so proud of our girl!

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Saturday, October 31st

You look like an idiot.

The nurse uniform you have on is obnoxiously cliché; short and tattered in various places to really sell the "sexy" aspect of it, little is left to the imagination. Fake blood stains dot the flimsy material in random patterns and mat some strands of the tacky blonde wig atop your head, making you look like something out of a B-movie at best.

A bonafide, absolute idiot.

When you express that sentiment to your best friend, she just rolls her eyes and holds out one last costume for you to try on. She had a few lined up in case you didn't like her other options, and clearly that's come in handy; you've already worked through the previous picks, so she crosses her fingers as your eyes skim over this one.

"Humor me, will you?" She asks, hoping that you'll give in and at least check this last one out.

"Fine, but this is your last chance. It had better be good." You raise a pointed finger at her in warning.

"I have a good feeling about this one," she says, smiling as you take the bag from her and slip into the dressing room one final time.

Her phone chimes soon after, and she's quick to retrieve it from her pocket.

Willow: Are you guys almost here?? Jackson's been asking about you.

Your best friend bites her lip at that, nervously nibbling on it as she rereads the message to make sure she didn't imagine the last part. She's liked Jackson since middle school, and he'll be swinging by the party that you've all been invited to; that's one of the main reasons she begged you to come with her tonight.

Y/BFFs/N: Still getting ready. We'll be there ASAP tho!

Willow: Alright, we'll see you soon. Don't take all night, or else👩🤛

Y/BFFs/N: Yah, cut the violence!

The sound of your best friend's soft giggling fills the air just as you manage to fasten the costume's last zipper and pull its hood over your head.

Surprise etches its way into your features as you do a spin, taking in the sight of yourself through the full length mirror of the dressing room. The outfit's red and black color schemes complement each other beautifully, giving you a powerful and sensual appeal that the other costumes didn't even stand a chance of doing. You look alluring in every sense of the word.

"Holy shit," your best friend says when you emerge, striking a pose. "You look hot!" She squeals, clapping a few times in quick succession.

There's no way you think this one looks bad.

"I think Wanda would be proud," you grin, tilting your head up and wrapping the cape around your neck.

"One hundred percent," Y/BFFs/N nods adamantly, in total agreement. The Scarlet Witch getup really compliments your features.

"Now," she starts, changing topics as she looks in the reflection of her phone's dark screen to adjust some of her hair that's gone astray. "Let's pay and then go. Willow's looking for us, and my future man's wondering where I am, too."

"Hell yeah!" You chuckle, patting her on the back. "I'll help you finally land him so you can stop pining."

You watch as she takes a moment to decide between coming up with a decent rebuttal to defend herself or agreeing with you, and you smile when she goes for the latter.

"I'd accept nothing less," she says, holding her head high like a princess. "You are my wingwoman, after all."

"And the best one in town," you add, tugging her towards the register. She reaches into her purse and pulls out the money to pay before politely handing it to the cashier.

The teenage boy takes it with a small smile, though the action looks a little comical as his upper lip gets caught on the cheap, plastic fangs he's sporting. His knock-off version of Dracula is definitely…. something… and you can tell that his managers forced him to wear it for the holiday.

"Come back and s-shhee us," he says, handing your change back. Your best friend takes it, failing to contain her laughter at his messy speech. He blushes crimson, likely cursing the plastic teeth for making him look a fool.

"We surely will," you respond, giving him a comforting smile to keep his embarrassment at bay. He nods gratefully, and you're quickly pulled out of the store by your best friend.

"Happy Halloween!" You shout over your shoulder, accompanied by the chime of the bell over the door.

"You too," he calls back, letting out a soft sigh.

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20 Minutes Later -- The Party

Upon rounding the front of your car and stepping up onto the sidewalk outside of Willow's house, your attention is immediately caught by the numerous decorations that she put up last week.

"Huh," you mumble, gazing up at the skeleton that towers above you, standing 12 feet tall. "I think it's safe to say that this is her favorite holiday…"

"What makes you think that?" Your best friend plays, feigning ignorance as she pops up from behind a life-sized, animatronic Jason Voorhees.

"I don't know," you tut, admiring Willow's hard work a little longer. "Just a feeling."

Y/BFFs/N giggles in her unique way, making you smile at the sound as the two of you make your way up the path towards the house. You gaze down at your feet, careful to step on the stones of the walkway and avoid the motion-activated hands that scramble out of the weeds to grab unsuspecting guests.

Having known Willow your entire childhood, you've grown used to her ways.

*knock knock*

A strong, iconic synth bassline sounds off from inside, filling the otherwise quiet night around you with its catchy beat as you wait to be let in. Its sound is well known, and you almost instantly recognize it as "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurythmics.

A few seconds later, you hear clambering from inside, followed by concerning groans and shouted apologies.

Y/BFFs/N arches a skeptical brow at you, perfectly mirroring your thoughts.

Directly after, the door swings open in a flash, and you're nearly tackled by a whizz of curly hair.

"There you guys are!" Willow shrieks, pulling the two of you close as she nuzzles her face against your cheeks.

"Yep, here we are," you struggle out, nearly being strangled in her tight grip. She responds by squeezing you even tighter, blinded by her joy at seeing you again.

After all, it's been a while since all three of you have had the opportunity to spend the night partying together like this.

"Can't… breathe," Y/BFFs/N squeaks, successfully getting Willow to release you.

"Sorry," she apologizes, stepping back. "I'm just so happy you're here."

The freckles that spread across the bridge of her nose look especially adorable with the blush she's sporting, and her shy grin makes you forget about the near-fatality you just encountered moments before.

"We're happy to be here," you reassure her, returning her smile.

Your best friend agrees from beside you, nodding her head with a happy look of her own. "Believe it or not, we've missed your weirdness." She adds, cocking her head to the side.

Willow giggles again, and her eyes crinkle up into those half crescents that could surely melt even the iciest of hearts. She's practically sunshine in human form, and you have to resist the urge to shield your eyes.

"Yo, Willow! Who's at the door?"

Jackson.

You feel your best friend tense beside you, and you subtly pat her leg to calm her down.

Willow falls silent, though her lips go through the beginning stages of answering him; they open and purse, but she quickly halts her reply and shuts her mouth. She knows of Y/BFFs/N's crush on him, and she doesn't want to say the wrong thing.

Plus, if the lovesick girl wants to run and hide in the bushes, Willow's silence could buy her some time to slip away.

But alas, she doesn't.

Jackson appears in the doorway a mere 5 seconds after asking his question with a beer clutched in his hand. He moves to lean against the wooden frame as his pearly smile beams at you, and Y/BFFs/N audibly swallows at the sight.

For someone who's usually so confident, she can really be shy sometimes.

"Lovely to see you, ladies," he greets, putting his free hand in front of him as he bows. His accent is modeled after that of Jack Sparrow, as is his surprisingly well designed costume.

You nod back at him. "Hey, Jackson. Long time no see."

You elbow your best friend when she remains silent for a beat too long, and the action snaps her back to reality.

"Yeah, hey Jackson." Her voice is quiet -- she doesn't trust it to refrain from cracking.

He smiles, not failing to notice the nervous aura that's quickly taken over the girl beside you. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when he gives her a curious once-over, and you take that as your cue to save her from the impending embarrassment that's lurking just around the corner.

"Alright, guys!" You clap, stepping forward. "Let's get to partying."

Her shoulders relax, and you feel her slip her hand into yours as you enter the house, squeezing twice as a silent thank you.

15 Minutes Later

Willow stands beside you in the kitchen, mixing a few things together in one of the millions of red solo cups that she bought for tonight. You sneak a peek over her shoulder at the concoction, seeing its light blue color turn purple-ish as she adds a new liquor into the equation.

In comparison to typical house parties, this one is relatively small; most of the rooms are filled with people, but it's a comfortable amount. Maneuvering around the place is fairly easy, which is always a plus when you're coexisting with sweaty, drunk people.

"Willow, love, why did you buy so many cups?" You ask, toying with the ripped plastic packaging of one of the stacks.

"You know I like to be prepared," she laughs, brushing off her major miscalculation. "Plus I can just use the rest of them at my next party."

You nod, knowing she's right. "Are you having another soon?"

"I think so. Jiu and her crew are coming back in a couple weeks, so I thought I'd surprise them with one."

You scoff, humor laced in the sound. "What, they didn't get enough partying done at their university already?"

Willow turns around, grinning at you as she hands you your drink. "Evidently campus police keep a close eye on them. Siyeon whined about that a lot when she called me."

"Sounds like her," you chuckle into your cup as you take a sip.

PFFT

"Eww, Willow! What did you put in this?!"

Your spit take didn't land on anyone, thankfully, but it did capture the attention of some people nearby. You wave a hand at them as a silent apology, and they go back to their previous tasks.

The curly headed prankster covers her mouth, though the action does a terrible job of quieting her maniacal laughter.

"You're lucky Y/BFFs/N isn't over here," you say, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. "She'd avenge me."

Willow uses a napkin to dab the tears of laughter from her eyes. "Why else do you think I waited until she was busy with Jackson?" She asks, motioning to her lounge room across the foyer.

You look inside, spotting Y/BFFs/N holding a pool cue in her hand as Jackson sinks another shot into one of the corner pockets.

The sight reminds you of the pep talk and 2 shots of liquid courage you gave her earlier, and how she disappeared with the promise to make a move and actually talk to him. Now, she looks completely absorbed in whatever banter they're sharing, and although your violated taste buds still ache from the sickly-sweet mixture that Willow made, you wouldn't want her to be anywhere else.

You can get your own revenge.

Sneaking a glance around the kitchen, you search for something to help with your retaliation. A small package of streamers lays abandoned on the island, forgotten to be put up earlier, and you slyly grin. Their ribbons sparkle with glitter, shimmering as the multicolored party lights stream in from the living room and land on them.

It's as if the universe is putting a spotlight on them, just for you.

After side eyeing Willow one final time to ensure that she isn't catching onto your plan, you act quickly. She stands beside the counter, right where you left her, and you dart to the island to grab the streamers. Your fingertips soon gain purchase on the packaging, and you tear it open in one swift motion.

Her gaze locks onto yours just as you near her, but it's far too late for her to get away.

"Take this!" You declare, upending the baggie atop her head. She shrieks as they cascade down her body, getting caught in the creases and wrinkles of her costume as they go. A small wave of glitter tumbles out of the bag as well, coating her hair and clothes.

Boy, that'll be fun to try and get out later.

Her head slowly raises once you finish your assault and place the baggie on the countertop beside you, but the look in her eye is unlike anything you've ever seen.

"You're dead," she warns. Just as the smile drops from your face, an even larger, more sinister one begins forming on hers.

The floor creaks beneath your feet slightly as you take a step back, and you know you have to high tail it out of there if you want to evade her.

"Catch me if you can!" You shout, springing into action. You turn around and dart out of the room, gliding past numerous partygoers in the hall.

Willow's choice of footwear works in your favor, you soon realize; the sharp rapping sound of her heels pierces the air behind you, serving as a tell of how much distance is between you.

Her unstable platforms buy you a little time, and you thank the universe as you rush through the living room and back towards the foyer. You plan to cut across it and hide out in one of the bathrooms until she drops her plan for revenge.

A grin pulls at your cheeks as you skid into one of the walls, looking like a character from Scooby-Doo as you will your feet to work correctly again and get you to safety. Willow laughs behind you, joining in on the fun.

"Perfect," you mutter under your breath, spotting a clear path through the foyer. It leads under the stairs, and you can see the open door of the bathroom from where you are.

Your feet take you past a handful of drunk people, bobbing and weaving through them with ease, before you're racing towards the restroom to take cover.

Before you can make it there, though, you collide with someone rather abruptly as they step straight into your path.

Your eyes shut tightly as you brace yourself for impact with the ground, but it never comes. The person reaches out and catches you before you can hit the floor, and a soft apology slips past their lips as they scoop you up.

Upon hearing that uniquely feminine voice speak its regret again, you peek your eyes open. What you see nearly makes the woman's effort to keep you upright moot; she's so gorgeous that your legs almost give out from underneath you.

Dirty blonde locks cascade over her shoulders in soft waves, half-mussed, half-pristine from your run-in. Her doe eyes are a velvety chocolate color, and you find yourself getting lost in them. Flickers of red show in them, illuminating almost rhythmically the longer she admires you.

Are those contacts? You ask yourself. They have to be.

She seems to be just as affected by your presence as you are of hers.

"Y/N, I'm coming to get you!"

Willow does her best to sound like a villain from a 90s horror film as she clambers her way closer to you, bumping into a few people on the way. You're brought out of your stupor by her rapidly approaching footsteps, and you take a step away from the woman. Her hands fall from your waist, where they had previously been resting.

Stealing a quick look at the bathroom, you feel your stomach turn.

Damnit. Someone's in there now.

Screw this sexy stranger for distracting you. Now you'll have to deal with Willow's wrath.

"What's wrong?"

There's that voice again.

Part of you wants to brush it off and slip away quietly, but an even bigger part of you is determined to stay where you are and tell her. Something about her pulls you in, and you're having a hard time denying it.

"I need to hide. I glitter-fied my friend and now she's coming after me."

The woman's plump lips pull back in a humored smile, and she nods as a chuckle leaves her. "Right," she says, like that's a common occurrence. "I can help, if you'd like."

"How?" You ask, your brows momentarily knitting together in confusion. When she unties and opens the black cloak that's wrapped around her body, your breath catches.

"You in?" She asks, side eyeing the foyer as Willow nearly careens into the Egyptian vase that her mother bought her last year for Christmas.

You take a deep breath and hold your hand out to her just as Willow rounds the corner, and she swiftly pulls you in close before you can be spotted. She winds the cloak around both of your bodies, concealing your faces as the fur-lined hood falls atop your heads.

Unconsciously, you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her flush up against you to further ensure your safety. She quietly grunts when she stumbles over her own feet, falling into you a little.

"Sorry," she whispers, though her third apology of the night is unnecessary. You almost want to thank her for what happened.

Especially when her warm breath fans across your right cheek, where her head is angled.

Every breath you take pushes you closer to each other, and the satin shirt she's wearing slides against your heated skin. She swallows thickly as one of your hands falls to the small of her back, testing the waters.

When she shifts a little to encourage you, you're acutely aware of the thigh that's worked its way between your legs.

When did that happen?

You bite back a sigh as she just smirks, quietly shushing you.

Willow thunders by, shouting your name and threatening to throw you into the pool when she tracks you down. You want to laugh at that, but you'd honestly welcome it right now. Some cold water would surely bring you to your senses after being led astray by this goddess in front of you.

Her footsteps grow distant as she makes her way outside, still searching.

The two of you remain as you are for a couple more minutes until you're certain that the coast is clear, and then you part. When she lowers the cloak, you look away; a deep blush has worked its way up your neck and across your cheeks, and letting her see it would surely make you die of embarrassment.

She keeps her eyes on you as she reties the cover around herself, attempting to get a read on you. The bashful aura that's befallen you is cute, no doubt, but she can sense your arousal. She can smell it on you, and the scent is beginning to drive her crazy.

You fiddle with the sleeves of your costume, readjusting them nervously.

"So, um… thanks," you say, sneaking a glance up at her.

The red hues in her eyes are even more pronounced now, and the sight makes you press further into the wall behind you -- the one that you were previously pushed up against.

"No problem," she smiles, showing off her pearly white teeth. Two of them catch your attention; a set of fangs now shine, looking alluring and threatening all at the same time.

There's only one issue: you're certain that they weren't there when you first bumped into her. When did she put them in? And why do they look so real?

The feeling of her hand landing on your forearm pulls you away from the millions of questions that're firing off in your head right now.

"May I ask your name?" She politely requests, dipping her head down sweetly.

"Y/N," you breathe out, quickly realizing that you'd do just about anything she asked you to.

"Y/N." She repeats, allowing the letters to blend in her mouth as they roll off her tongue. She looks satisfied for some reason as she says it again, trying it out.

"I'm Lisa."

"It's nice to officially meet you," you smile, reaching a hand out. Her touch is gentle but firm as she takes it, shaking it with ease.

"Likewise, beautiful."

The grin on your face only widens at the name, and you pull your hand away out of fear of what she might do next. She's already putting you under her spell, and you're sure that another touch would have you fully entranced.

She studies you with pursed lips for a moment, clearly debating on something. Her eyes flicker over the dips and curves of your body as a smirk grows on her lips.

"What are you thinking?" You question, curious but teasing.

"That I'd love to have your body on mine again."

She's bold, and she says it like the fact it is. No shame, no bashfulness. Just true, honest desire.

You bite the inside of your cheek at her bravery, silently thanking the universe for it. The likelihood of you gaining the courage to make a move is slim to none even in the best cases, and this was no exception. She already has your heart skipping beats and you've only known her a few minutes.

"How about a dance?" She suggests, quirking a brow. The look on her face disarms your defenses, and you take a deep breath before agreeing to your demise.

"That sounds wonderful."

She dips her head again, hiding her face away momentarily, and you think it's the cutest thing ever.

She's shy all of a sudden as her cool demeanor slips up a bit, and that never happens. You might just be her downfall, too.

She holds an elbow out and steps forward, allowing you to link your arm with hers and cuddle in close.

Her eyes scan across the living room as she studies it, but she's unimpressed.

Sweaty, winding bodies thrash around to some upbeat pop song that's been overplayed on every radio station in town for weeks now, and the idea of taking you there puts her off.

When a drunk boy comes into view with a dildo strapped to his forehead, her mind is officially made up.

"Let's go outside," she says, leading you through the patio doors.

A quaint gazebo sits on one side of the yard, and the dance floor that Willow's family installed a couple years ago occupies the other. Both are decorated with string lights in combinations of gold, purple, black, and orange. Other ornaments adorn the surfaces as well, and you smile when you spot a comically large spider sat atop the gazebo's roof.

"Where would you like to go?" Lisa asks, keeping her voice low. It's calm and deep, running a chill through you.

Softer music plays out here, offering a totally different vibe than inside. Some couples -- many of them introverted, assumably -- sway on the dancefloor as the DJ that Willow hired takes a sip of her drink on the raised stage. She adjusts a few switches slowly, not rushing for a second.

"Let's try the gazebo," you decide, glancing over your shoulder at Lisa. She's looking away, but you don't think anything of it as the two of you fall in step with one another on your way over.

Shit, Lisa thinks to herself.

Her plans to come to this party, feed, and make a quick getaway are totally derailed. She'd hoped to find a victim that she was attracted to but didn't like, if that even makes sense, and feed like the animal she is. Then she would leave them like all the rest, drained but still alive, and slip away.

But now she's met you, and any desire for those plans have been thrown out the window.

You interest her, and that doesn't happen often. She hasn't met someone who's been capable of doing that in years, and she's intrigued. Something about you just pulls her in, inexplicably, and she knows her feelings would be glaringly obvious if you saw her face right now.

"Woah, look at this," you sigh, stepping out of her hold to check the place out. A bench runs the perimeter of the gazebo, only stopping at the doorway, and the lights look even prettier from inside. They shimmer, looking like star showers as their strings hang down in the windowless openings of the building.

Lisa quickly learns that she loves seeing you like this. Your eyes are alight, and your sweet smile of wonder warms her heart. Her hands slip into her pockets as she eventually manages to take her eyes off you, following your lead as she admires the decorations.

She does a twirl, looking around.

"It's gorgeous."

"I know, right? This is totally up Willow's alley," you say, grinning at the mental image that you can conjure up of her giddily spiffing the scene up.

"I'll have to thank her for making it look so special, then," Lisa says, smiling. The place really makes you feel like you're in your own little world; everything about it is just right. The ambience, the decor, the company… it’s perfect, and Lisa's content with how the evening is playing out.

Her fingers skate down your arm as she nears you, trekking their way down to your palm. She takes your hand and spins you, watching with admiration as your hair flows in the breeze. Now facing her, you thread your fingers together around the back of her neck as she encircles your waist with her arms.

"Why have I never seen you around?" You ask sincerely, looking up at her.

She hesitates briefly. "My university is a few towns over. I just come here to visit my family every few months."

Not a total lie, she thinks to herself.

"And stop by terrible parties like this, of course." You add, smirking.

She shakes her head at that. "No, I can't say I do. I just decided to check this one out on my way to my friend's house." She explains.

Underneath your cloak, her hands find their way to the small of your back. One stays put while the other dips a little lower, testing the waters.

"And besides," she starts again, feeling you pull her closer. "Meeting you here automatically makes this an awesome party. Not terrible."

"Cheeeesy!" You scrunch your face up and groan, making her laugh.

"Maybe, but it's the truth."

"Sure, Lisa."

She shakes her head and you laugh lightly together, still swaying about. You hold her close enough to rest your head on her shoulder, and the pads of your thumbs rub small circles on the sensitive skin of her neck. She hums at the feeling, and you take note of the way she relaxes in your arms.

The night breeze appears again, performing a flowing dance of its own as it lulls past you in waves. A slight chill resides in it, mixed with a generous amount of the day's sweet, fading heat, and you're at peace.

The slow song that had been playing across the yard ends delicately, parting with some melodic feature that resembles a warm embrace, and it blends seamlessly into the next song.

Turning Page, you recognize it as.

Huh, how ironic. One of your favorites.

Lisa's lips brush against your cheek as she turns her head slightly, whispering, "I like this one, too."

How did she know? You ask yourself. You hadn't said it out loud…

Maybe she's just a good guesser. Yeah, that's gotta be it.

You feel yourself melt as she begins singing the words to you. It's hushed and sentimental -- meant only for your ears to hear, and that makes it even more special to you.

"If I had only felt the warmth within your touch"

She croons, pressing her cheek against your warm skin. You blush, catching yourself when you remember what the next line of the song is.

"If I had only seen how you smile when you blush"

She brings a hand up to cup your cheek in her palm, and her other arm remains around you, holding you tenderly.

"Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough"

Now, her thumb runs across your bottom lip. You look into her eyes and find them an even deeper shade of red than they had been before, but it doesn't frighten you for some reason. She glances down at your mouth again, fighting her impatience as she waits for permission from you.

"I would have known what I was living for all along"

You nod and lace your fingers in her locks, and she doesn't waste another second.

She leans in, humming against your lips when they meet hers for the first time. Her lipgloss spreads across them upon contact, smudging its precise application, but she doesn't seem to care in the slightest. She draws you in closer, and you bring both of your hands around to cup her face as you deepen the kiss.

Her mouth is welcoming against yours, and it moves languidly as you get adjusted to one another. Every move makes you feel dizzier than the one before it, and swarms of butterflies take flight in your stomach with no signs of stopping.

She nips at your bottom lip as her hands dip far lower than before, now kneading your ass as your kisses continue to work her up.

"Fuck," you curse, breaking away from her lips to catch your breath. She's stolen it all from you, and yet she's still not ready to give you a rest; her mouth drops to your jaw, embracing your skin there before moving down to your neck.

She doesn't realize how dangerous the game she's playing truly is until it's almost too late.

Her lips press to the area just above your pulsepoint, where she's learned over the years that blood pumps the hardest and tastes the sweetest. She draws it into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the area as her ears perk up at the breathless sound of your moans. They spur her on, and she nips at the skin, surely leaving a hickey.

Her senses become even more clouded when you say her name, the title caught somewhere between a whine and command, and she feels the strong impulse to claim you. The sensation is overwhelming, and she knows you can feel it too.

Your hands tug on the collar of her shirt as she lets her fangs fully extend, no longer suppressing them. They rake across your pulsepoint, making you shiver against her.

"Please…"

That's all you manage to get out before they pierce your skin, eliciting a whimper from you. Blood fills her mouth instantly, sliding across her taste buds in velvety waves and calming her constant craving. Your hands tighten in her hair, and the delicious twinge of pain that it provides only encourages her more.

Your blood is different than anything she's ever tasted; it's richer -- sweeter. A throaty groan leaves her as she savors it, and you shut your eyes in pleasure. It's addicting, but she knows she has to stop herself before she hurts you. If she continues like this much longer, she won't have the willpower to let go.

She retracts her fangs as she licks your taste from them, and then you feel her warm tongue clean the wound she made. It stings a bit, but in all the right ways.

When she pulls back to look at you, she finds your eyes half-lidded and a pleased smile on your face. It nearly kills her, then and there.

Her gaze flickers back to your neck to admire the hickie she made earlier, but what she sees surprises her. Below it is a darker, more prominent marking that she's only seen other vampires leave behind before.

Definitely not a hickie.

Your brows furrow as you look at her neck as well, noticing a faint outline of something growing darker by the second. Blinking a few times to ensure that you aren't hallucinating, you find that it's really there.

"Lisa, what's on your neck?" You ask.

"A soulmate mark." She responds, feeling a sense of belonging settle over her as she looks at you again. You just confirmed her suspicions by asking that.

"Same as yours," she smiles.

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Do you know why understudies and alternates don’t have colored Howard ponytails ( except when in main costume, of course). Would look so rad! Much love to you! 💜

Hey! First of all thank you! 💜

Second of all, It was actually tested at one point - Elizabeth Walker had a teal Howard ponytail during her time with Breakaway 1.0, but she only ever wore it for tech or fittings and never in performance (picture above). we don't know for sure why it was scrapped and no one else has had it since, but I can certainly talk about what some of the likely reasoning may be for why alts haven’t used colored ponytails more generally! 1. The alt costume colors just quite frankly don’t work as well as the usual pink/purple/magenta tones used for principal Howard! For starters, black and silver tips can bland in with the stage, while black and orange could blend in a with some queens’ natural hair color. Black and silver are also just generally weirder colors for tips that many queens wouldn’t be able to pull off in their hair even if they can in their costume - there’s a reason that people dying their hair silver and that silver/black highlights/tips are pretty uncommon. Orange, teal, and light pink are a little bit different - most people who would wear an costume in one of those colors could pull it off in their hair, but the exact shades of those colors on the costume just may not have the right color or contrast needed with the queens’ natural hair for it to look nice in an ombre style. With principal Howard, you have a color that has plenty of contrast with any natural hair color that a queen could have, and the vinyls they use for Howard also provide enough variance in potential pink/purple/magenta shades that they can choose a pink tone that works well for any given queen. 2. Consistency. Like I said, some of the colors work better than others. Giving the teal and pink alts a Howard wig but not the orange alt or silver/black swings would be weird and inconsistent. It could be a decision they make, but they do usually tend to prefer more consistency in their wigs and may prefer to not do so. 3. Logistics. With the earlier productions (up until lockdowns) most productions had their Howards using their own hair, and by extension dyeing their own hair. Since lockdown most Howards (alts or principal) have been using wigs. Some of the alts in alt costumes have still used their Howard wigs or their own hair for other tracks as well, and dyeing their own hair or Howard wig prevents them from doing that (this wasn’t a concern with Elizabeth Walker’s since the NCL swings get a wig per every role anyway). This would especially heavily affect Zara MacIntosh and any other Black alt queens who use twists/braids - they use the same braids and twists for every role and do them every few weeks, so they can’t re-do their hair with colored extensions every time they’re on for one role. Additionally, you just run into a lot more issues with how much effort it is: if queens need a dyed wig it means everyone who might cover Howard needs a Howard wig; if a queen needs a dyed Howard wig but it doesn’t work with her hair they’ll have to make her a new full wig like they did with Harriet which is way more effort than a ponytail piece; with tours it’s a few more wigs that need to be transported and maintained but would be rarely used; dying the wigs requires more time and effort than a regular ponytail in a natural hair color without ombre...And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. It would look absolutely fantastic on some of them and I’m sad we never got to see it hit the stage, but overall there’s just a lot of potential for it to cost more money, time, and effort to make it work and look good on every queen than Six would likely want to put into it.

However...if you want to see what it could look like, @lightleckrereins’ Six costumes game (link here) does include ponytails in all of the alt colors as an option (except silver which will be added with the update)

#six wigs #howard alt #six alternates #elizabeth walker #six the musical #six musical

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Rambling thoughts/analyses on even more (!) stills:

Buckle in fuckos this is gonna be a long post 🤠

Let’s start with stills we know which ep they’re from:

1. Episode 2x01 So obviously our mans is courting someone. Most speculate this isn’t Edwina and is another girl—which idk skin tone, might just be the lighting (?)—but my thought is that he might have a montage or a few scenes courting other girls in the ton and being bored out of his mind/deeming them inadequate to be his wife. He looks kinda antsy and ready to leave here to me so this fits. Also, note the room behind them? Lady Danburys home had a lot of roses and warm pinks and this cool lavender doesn’t totally fit that vibe. Could very easily be not Edwina.

2. Episode 2x01

Our cutie at Lady Ds ball. Every time we see her in this outfit she seems nervous/ in awe. She seems vaguely pleased here—probably going to dance or getting attention. She deserves 🥰

3. 2x03 Kate having tea. Lots of tea time this season what with ep 1 Anthony tea and ep 4 Kathony + Edwina tea. Thoughts here I actually really like that wig?? Even tho it’s tight? Also new color it’s nice on her but the dress itself I don’t love but she can make anything work. Her cute lil flower too 🥺

4. 2x03 hdshshfakfnffnsj 😩😮‍💨🥴 we all know how I feel abt a certain Mary sharma (I’m free on Thursday when I am free). With our new crumbs of her always love how they do her hair. She’s GLOWING I’m DROOLING also this might be same tea as with Kate? Lightings different looks like she’s maybe under a tent so I doubt it. I’d also say this looks like Aubrey hall in the background? But eh who knows.

5. Episode 2x02 Thots here: Anthony looks so old here I want him to keep away from Edwina jfc 😖. Other people have noted same Kate dress and hair as other still with her in purple with the velvet thingy over it when her and Ed are in the garden. Same episode too, but obvi no velvet or gloves. Also Edwina’s a different dress so who knows the timeline of this shit? Edwina changes (bc she gets wet? Actually kinda doubt that) maybe just to see him. She looks happy to see him, poor little girl. Kate looks surprisingly not feral here? Maybe she’s keeping her anger close to the best this ep.

6. Episode 2x01 more fuckin tea. Clearly before or after the Graham Norton clip that takes place before the debut. Still wondering how they play into Lw and Kathony drama and when Lady D and QC became such good homies??

7. Episode 2x04 heh heh heh. Wow they’re so subtle. First off. Obsessed. Whores in the wilderness unchaperoned. I’ve seen so many great theories and parallels abt this and deadmund and maybe including flashbacks. To answer my one ask question, his hand is pretty much over hers on the gun and it’s big and the position is awkward and I love it. She’s trying so hard to stay cool. She has her jaunty cap and i like it but it’s so weird from the angle and the lighting on her is also weird oh well. Funny that she insisted on coming along and still he’s teaching her how to shoot. What’s the truth? Are either of em even good at it 😂? If that hat wasn’t there he’d be so close but I love the look on his face so much and how the hat hits his forehead. Still don’t believe they’re having this moment whilst killing animals? Hopefully it’s a target? Anyway this has gotta happen before the pink hall that episode or at least I hope. The tension is real and I’m gonna be in so much pain 😩

Now moving on to stills where we don’t *know* the episode: I think it’s more likely most of these are from early on but they did give us a pen/el still from ep 7 so anything’s possible?

8. Who knows when this is from but this is so interesting to me. She looks mad like but maybe also disappointed? Like she’ll tell you (Anthony) off but be sad about it. The wigs actually pretty okay and doesn’t distract from the look in her eyes. The sun on her is magnificent. Simones face is so dynamic and interesting in different shadows and angles and I’m always so intrigued by a new dimension of her gorgeousness.

9. Clearly not a still but you got the idea. It goes with that scene in the trailer obviously. Have seen some speculation maybe it’s from those leaked pap pics of Anthony running after kate in the rain bc of her dark purple but his waist coat doesn’t match so it isn’t quite right. Maybe the pic of Simone in dark dark purple on the horse is still connected tho? I think it’s easy to believe this is a later episode bc of Kate and Anthony placement next to each other. Also how they’re the emo kids of the pic in their dark isolated colors. Whatever the bridgertons are looking at in the street (in front of Aubrey hall I think) must involve kathony Ed Mary and Lady D or else they wouldn’t be in the pic? But if kathony are married and At AH then why is everyone else fuckin there? Is this drama about Kathony or abt Edwina’s journey and they’re all interfering? Is actually a way early episode and the bridgertons are looking on concerned as kathony quarrel in the street (that actually be so funny). A mystery pic fr

10. Lol ah yes, of course. Anthony’s firth moment (we’ve discussed this show being marketed too heavily on p &p and this isn’t too much imo. It’s a fun reference and promo hasn’t mentioned p and p that much at all. The bath? (From teaser didn’t actually analyze that bc Jesus Christ I have fanfic to write) I think is also another ref.) ANYWAY. episode? Idk. Same scene as the boat pics obviously. He goes crazy (man looks maaad) probably from jealousy and ends up toppling himself.also someone pointed out the ppl in the boat behind him were in the pap pics with Simone. Based on angles it could be the one behind him left but that’s a maybe. Other thoughts I don’t think it has to do with Newton? idk it just seems like a long shot kate bringing her dog to be w mr Dorset? Also idk how this fits with Edwina bc someone asked Chari on Twitter if she was in a fun scene with a lake and she said no. I’m just v confused. But I’d assume maybe this is ep 3? Really just pulling stuff outta my ass with that guess tho bc two seems full.

OKAY APPARENTLY IVE HIT 10 IMAGE LIMIT SO ILL LINK PART 2 WHEN ITS DONE!!

EDIT: THERE ARE MORE STILLS who knows how many parts this will be 🥲

#bridgerton #bridgerton season 2 #bridgerton theories

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gifted-burnout-archive · 4 years

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The Other Side of Hollywood

Part One

Requested?: fuck no, I wrote this one all for my ownsome.

Word Count: 4.0K+

Author’s Note: My GOD! Julie and the Phantoms is amazing, and while I have the theory I enjoy it so much because I didn’t really have a ‘teenage years’, I really don’t give a shit. I’m writing Luke Patterson fluff and you can all suck it!

Warning: um, none yet. This is a very PG show so PG fic.

Context: This is a reader insert mini series. It goes from 1x05 of JATP until the end, I’ll be releasing a part every day/two days. It is Luke x Reader, as much as I love my Juke ship, so Luke and Julie’s relationship is a lot more friendly than in the show. Also, some scenes may be different, dialogue from the show is used, yada yada.

Some might not believe it, but life starts, properly starts, when you die. At least, it did for Y/N Y/L/N.

Her life on earth had been short, and dull, and ended tragically with plenty left undone: it didn’t surprise her that she came back as a ghost. If anything, she would have been a bit shocked if she hadn’t: she had, after all, died with so much potential wasted, so much she could have done.

She was lucky that Caleb had found her.

“5 minutes ladies!” A voice called from afar, receiving a chorus of ‘thank you five’ from around the dressing room as performers hurried to get the last of their makeup and hair done, readying for that’s night’s performance, and knocking Y/N from a stupor. She came back to reality, taking the lid off the lipstick she had been playing with for the last ten minutes and finally applying it, then proceeding to take the curlers out her hair and slip on her heels for the night. Caleb had mentioned for her to be on the look out for special guests in front, and she had dressed in her best costume for the occasion.

She heard a sigh of relief as she finally moved from the mirror, a few of the girls crowding the vanity to start applying their finishing touches, none of them brave enough to interrupt Y/N’s ponderings: she may have died at 17, but none of the dancers had been with the club as long as she had, none were as faithful to Caleb as she was.

She had been his right-hand woman for almost 25 years now, some of the staff had barely been there a quarter of that time.

Her heels clicked as she headed for the stage, blowing a pin curl from her face and tucking it back into place as she took a spot on the stage and looked out at the crowd forming: from the looks of it, that night would be their busiest all week. The lifers were starting to settle at tables, collecting the last drinks before the opening number of the evening, mingling with excitement in the air and secrecy on their lips: they were getting to experience something forbidden, something beyond reality, after all.

She scanned the room, looking for the familiar face she had grown to love over the past decades, finally finding him stood in his best tuxedo – which consisted of a tailcoat, patterned black and gold shirt, and a pair of tailored board shorts – at the foot of the staircase with three boys around the same age as them, all watching in awe as lifers passed through them and proceeding to question her best friend.

“Willie!” She called, running over with a wave and a smile to him and the trio, getting a good look at them all as Willie’s arm came around her waist and hugged her into his side. The first, a familiar looking tall, lanky blonde kid in a jean jacket that Y/N was sure was the guy Willie had been gushing over just an hour or so earlier; the second was the tallest, close to a foot taller than Y/N herself, with quiffed black hair slicked back with gel, dressed like a new age Rockstar in leather and red colours. And then the third, with a dopey grin and a mop of chocolate hair on his head, paired with a painted denim overcoat and obscure band tee underneath, who unashamedly looked her over as she stood at Willie’s side.

“Guys, this is Y/N, my best friend.” Willie introduced her to be met with raised eyebrows from the three. By appearance alone, Willie constantly in a state of casual skater attire, and Y/N stood in front of them with pin curls, high heels and a blue sequin number that accentuated every one of her features, it just didn’t seem like they could be friends. “She looks a lot different in the day time.”

“Very funny William.” Y/N quipped back, elbowing him playfully in the side. “Why don’t I show you all to your table?” She offered, holding out a hand to the one in the leather jacket, who took her hand with a slack jaw and dumbfounded nod of the head.

“Yes, yes please.” He managed, and Y/N led the four down to their table, front and centre. “I’m Reggie, by the way. And that’s Alex and Luke. We’re in a band… Actually, we’re here tonight because-” Reggie started to ramble, but Y/N held a manicured finger to his lips, an innocent smile on her face.

“We don’t talk business here. You sit down and enjoy the show, alright? I’m sure Willie can keep you company, sort you boys out.” She said with a flirty tone, a habit she had grown into working the HGC scene: easier to flirt with the guests, often means a bigger pay-out by the end of the night. Willie pulled out a chair for Alex, the blonde one, who smiled shyly at her friend and sat down, Luke the last to take his place at the table.

“Y/N, is it?” He asked, looking her over a second time. He sat back in his chair, a smirk on his face as she came closer, her hand resting on the back of his chair.

“Careful there handsome, I don’t fraternise with guests.” She laughed a little as she said it, blowing a kiss in his direction before disappearing back stage for the show, soon to start. It took Luke a second to look away, to focus back on what the three had come there for: their old bandmate had stolen their music, passed it off as his own, and they were quite intent on making him pay.

“Ok, so, who’s going to make us visible so we can confront our old band mate?” He asked Willie, looking around the room at the lifers, wondering if one of them had the same weird power Julie seemed to possess.

“Oh, no, no, none of these lifers have the power to do that.” Willie corrected, just as music started up from the stage. “Oh, but here comes the ghost who does.” Willie drummed his fingers on the table in excitement, leaving the three bandmates rather confused. Willie had brought them there with no real information about what or who they were meeting.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a male voice announced from nowhere in particular, “Back from the dead by popular demand, please welcome Caleb Covington.” The words were met with applause and cheers from the crowd, Willie letting out a few whoops and prompting the boys to start clapping as in a puff of purple smoke, a man appeared in the middle of the air.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, reaching his arms out in a gesture of thanks to the loving crowds, dressed in black and purple satin. He was met with a collective ‘hell yeah’ from the audience, causing Reggie, Luke and Alex to share side glances, all a little on edge. “I did too!” He responded, met with laughter and more cheers. “Welcome to the party of your dreams!” He introduced, his voice commanding attention and respect, not to mention his floating in mid-air. “From the Egyptians to the Druids, to the person sitting next to you, we’ve all wondered ‘where do we go when that final light is snuffed out’?” The bandmates couldn’t deny, this Caleb guy was certainly intriguing. “Let me show you.

“Let me introduce myself, we’ve got some time to kill. Consider me the pearly gates to your new favourite thrills.” He moved forward in the air, floating closer and closer to the boys’ table at the front, and Luke couldn’t help but feel that Caleb was singing to them, to him. “We could go make history or you could rest in peace, but here there ain’t no misery cause on the other side we live like kings.

“Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do? Let your body loose, let your body loose. Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do? Show you a thing or two cause you ain’t seen nothing…” With a flick of his cape as he landed down, the stage suddenly filled with musicians and dancers, all ghosts that had been invisible to even the four dead boys in the front.

“Life, is good on the other side of Hollywood.” The song continued, and as his counterparts took in the full ensemble on stage, Luke found his eyes drifting to the girl they had met, Willie’s friend Y/N. She had managed in the few moments from leaving to arriving on stage to have sprayed a lock of her curls blue, and come into possession of a feather fan the same colours as her dress. Another girl stood across the stage in the same attire, except she also sported a blue wig and headpiece, which it seems Y/N had forgone.

Luke had reason to stare of course: not only was she beautiful, but a talented dancer, and as Caleb sang away she joined in on backing vocals, the pair linking arms as she danced around him, then spun into a dip, Caleb’s arm holding her steady as she fluttered her fan. Movement around them snatched his attention from her, waiters in pink suits coming from all sides to form a circle around Caleb.

What followed was a barrage of temptation: from the countless desserts circling past to the girl that appeared from under their table cloth to the trapeze artists and the dancing that got everyone on their feet and cheering along. It was only after Caleb ended the number by disappearing thanks to the help of Y/N and her fellow fan girl that the room finally settled down a little.

“This is so cool…” Reggie muttered, waving to some lifers across the room: they could see him, see them: actually see them.

“Dude, I knew I recognised him.” Alex gestured, pulling Reggie’s attention from his apparent visibility and Luke’s from scanning the room for a certain girl in blue. “He’s the guy that bumped into me outside the Orpheum.”

“Wait. Isn’t he that magician dude that died a horrible death doing a trick?” Reggie asked Willie, who laughed a little in response.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t bring that up whenever we meet him.” Alex scolded Reggie, who rolled his eyes in response.

“Yeah, but you should come back when he shows one of his movies.” Willie interjected with a grin. “I mean, for Titanic, he literally floods the entire place. I mean, the guy has got skills.”

“Alright, but he can, like, wave his arms and make ghosts visible to lifers?” Luke asked, perhaps the most rooted in reality after the performance, still quite set on their goal for coming here, for cutting it short of their performance with Julie.

“Told you, the guy’s got skills.” Willie shrugged, and Reggie looked back at the stage.

“So, uh, where’d he go?” He asked, taking a glance into the stage wings before turning back round and jumping back about a foot in surprise, Caleb stood right behind Alex and Luke. “Oh wow! Found him! Ha!”

“Hello boys, Caleb Covington. Welcome to the Hollywood Ghost Club.” Caleb introduced himself, a smile on his face and the accent of a fifties radio presenter. “Enjoying the show?” He asked, and Luke took lead.

“That was… I mean… Did you… Like…” He tried to articulate it, but found his mind going back to the girl in the blue dress and went a little red, and gave up trying to find the words, letting his appraising arms fall to their sides.

“I know.” Caleb responded with a light chuckle.

“This is Alex, Luke, and Reggie.” Willie introduced them all to Caleb.

“it’s really nice to meet you.” Alex offered, Reggie following it with a peace sign and a ‘sup?’, which put a smile on Caleb’s face.

“The pleasure is all mine. Nothing warms my heart more than sharing this magic with new friends.” Caleb explained, gesturing for the boys to take a seat as he took one of his own. “Now, our friend Willie here tells me you guys have some magic of your own?” He questioned Alex, who’s eyes widened at the man’s quizzing.

“Willie and I? I wouldn’t call it magic exactl-” Alex started his response, his voice getting squeakier as he went on, but was quickly cut off by Willie’s hand on his shoulder.

“He means your ghost abilities. You know, like, to be seen by everybody when you play with Julie.” Willie corrected. Alex started an apology, but Caleb raised a hand, showing it wasn’t needed.

“Yeah, but we can’t really wave our arms and do all this magic stuff.” Luke added, but Caleb didn’t seem phased by his humbling of their ability.

“Well, I’ve had some practice. Our gifts are so rare, so special. It’s not often I come across other spirits who possess similar talents.” Caleb explained. “It’s no surprise we found each other.”

“Yeah, that… definitely…” Luke agreed, and Caleb smile briefly, standing from his chair.

“If you’ll forgive me fellas, I gotta go pay the bills, if you know what I’m saying. I’ll be back later to chat.” The host excused himself, all of their eyes following to find Willie’s friend Y/N stood in a black dress, waiting for Caleb. “My darling! Oh, look at that dress! Where have you been?” He asked her.

Unbeknownst to the bandmates, Willie and Y/N shared a glance as Caleb took her by the waist and led her towards the back stage area, and Willie checked the time.

9.10… The boys were late to their gig, and if the Hollywood Ghost Club had anything to do with it, they would never arrive.

As the night continued on, and after Reggie learned the shocking revelations that not only was Han Solo killed in the Star Wars franchise, but that they added a character named Jar Jar Binks, Willie found himself fleeing for a moment. He had spent the entire night with Alex, and the more time he spent with him, the more he liked the guy.

Willie needed some air, a break, and in searching for it he ran into Y/N.

“Aren’t you meant to be out there? Flirting with the lanky one?” She asked with a teasing tone, running her fingers through her curls, slowly separating them into waves. “He’s cute, I’ll give you that. And your type. And dead, which is a huge bonus. I’m tired of watching crush over men you can’t actually touch.”

“Yeah well… He was asking too many questions, didn’t want to spook him.” Willie shrugged, rubbing his arm. He didn’t like the feeling in his stomach, and Y/N could tell he felt off.

“Do you need to sit this out? I can keep them entertained; I have a feeling the one in denim has arms like Adonis.” She offered with a giggle, and Willie frowned a little. “Oh come on, Willie… It’s not like they’re being branded or anything. We’re just…” She paused, glancing over as she spotted Caleb talking to the trio, then offering them stacked plates of food. “We’re perks to the package.” She winked at her friend, who rolled his eyes at her words and pulled her to his side for a hug.

“You make it sound like the dream job.” Willie chuckled, hanging his head a little.

“Isn’t it?” Y/N raised a brow, and squished his face between her fingers before planting a kiss on his cheek. “Let them eat for a while, join them later if you feel up to it. I’ll be getting denim on the dance floor though.” She shrugged, heading to go fix her makeup when Willie got her arm.

“His name is Luke… And from what I can tell, he’s actually a pretty nice guy.” He told her, met with a smirk and batting eyelashes.

“Just how I like them.” She replied, pulling her arm away and heading back to the dressing room, leaving Willie in a state of quandary.

By the time the final performance of the night was ready to begin, Reggie, Alex and Luke had eaten three platefuls of food each, having forgotten what pizza and burgers and meatball subs actually tasted like. And as Reggie found himself defending kissing his meatball sub to Alex, Luke felt a tap on his shoulder, and he turned to see Y/N stood behind him with a smirk painted on red lips.

“Well, how can I be of service?” He asked her, wiping the last traces of pizza grease from his fingertips onto his jeans, earning a genuine smile from the glamour model of a woman.

“It’s what I can do for you…” She replied, holding out a hand to him. “You’ll be in need of a dance partner shortly.” She explained as Caleb took the stage, starting his monologue about how “we do dessert”.

“I thought you said you didn’t fraternise.” Luke reminded as the music started up and the dance floor filled, the room once again alive with cheers and clapping. Y/N walked backwards into the middle of the floor, Willie quickly joining her centre stage as the beat picked up on entry into the chorus and the room got to their feet.

“You’re the exception to the rule, Denim.” Y/N called back, Luke grinning at the nickname she had given him, earning a nudge from Alex. He swatted his friend playfully as the three of them watched Y/N and Willie join in a huge dance routine.

Life is good on the other side of Hollywood.

Caleb’s voice resonated in the air as waiters, showgirls, and the like all started pulling patrons onto the floor with them. Caleb approached the trio, beckoning the girl who had popped up from their table earlier that night to dance her way through each bandmate: ending with a shimmy to the floor in front of Reggie that had the poor boy near unconscious.

As one of the girls in blue took the recovering Reggie onto the dance floor, and as Alex wondered where Willie had disappeared to, Y/N made her way over to Luke and offered her hand. This time, instead of asking questions, Luke took it eagerly. He didn’t hesitate in walking her on to the dance floor though, instead pulling her close by the waist as her hands rested on his chest.

“You know how to jive?” She asked him, the pair stood still for a moment amongst the chaos around them. There was so much of it, Y/N almost didn’t notice Caleb sending Willie backstage with a flick of his finger, but she was quickly pulled from her thoughts. Luke had responded to her question by taking her hand and spinning her out before coiling her back in. Her arms went over his head, Luke spinning this time as they began kicking feet in perfect synchronicity and in time with the music. Luke pulled Y/N close, lifting her up and spinning with her, causing the girl to shriek and throw her head back in laughter.

As the song came to an end, Y/N glanced back to the stage and received a firm nod from the belting host, her cue to leave. She spun Luke out of her grasp once she hit the floor, handing him over to one of the show girls who promptly dipped him at the same time as Reggie fell for the same move, leaving both boys laughing as Y/N disappeared behind the stage.

She and Willie had both done their jobs after all, she could go back to her room for the night, get some rest. She walked over to her vanity backstage, wiping away the stage makeup, brushing out her curls, and changing into more comfortable clothes. She only stopped when she heard the gong of the club’s clock.

Midnight.

She sighed, glancing in the mirror one last time before heading out to the front of house, noticing the boys she had been acquainted with that night were no longer on the floor, instead making a bee-line for the exit. Her feet were quick to follow, slowing only when Caleb poofed into place in front of the fleeing teens.

“Gentlemen, what’s the rush?” He asked, his eyes catching on Y/N for a moment as she disappeared back into the crowds. “The party’s just getting started, and you have eternity, after all.” He reminded them with a cheerful smile.

“You know that girl who can see us? We sort of bailed on her.” Reggie began through ragged breath, thanks to Alex and Luke pulling him from the dancefloor. “See, there’s this dance at her school and her friend Flynn is a super cool DJ, like-”

“Ok, I don’t think he has an eternity to hear the story.” Alex interrupted.

“Basically, we’re late for a gig.” Luke finished, and Caleb frowned at the words, prompting an eavesdropping Y/N to step a touch closer.

“But what about my offer?” Caleb asked, raising a disapproving eyebrow.

“It’s very cool of you, Mr Covington, but, like I said, we already have a-” Luke began again, but Caleb raised his hands in defeat.

“A band of your own.” He finished for the boys, Y/N pondering it over. Had Caleb wanted the three for the house band? “I understand… But boys, if you ever want to come back and fix that little problem with your friend, the Hollywood Ghost Club is always open.”

And there it was, the final temptation.

“Yeah man, we’d love to come back.” Luke smiled.

“Music to my ears!” Caleb returned the affectionate expression, offering a hand to each of the boys in turn. With each shake, the boys pulled back, a mark becoming branded on their wrist. When they frowned at the symbol, Caleb interrupted. “Oh, it’s just a little club stamp.” He assured, and their faces lit back up again. “Until next time.” Luke was first to exit, and Y/N followed after him quickly, stopping him just before he reached the stairs to leave.

“You’ve got good feet on you…” She said with a smile, catching him by surprising and evoking a smile.

“You’re not half bad yourself…” He countered, taking a few steps closer. She held a finger up for a moment, walking over to a table on the far side of the room and picking up a pen before returning.

“Arm.” She demanded, and Luke held it out willingly. Y/N frowned for a second, noticing the marking on his wrist, but didn’t let it stop her from pushing up his sleeve and writing a phone number on his arm. “You might think it’s bizarre, but I have access to a landline. There’s one at the club. Call me if you decide on coming back… Or…” She blushed a little, and Luke grinned.

“Or if I want to call up the pretty showgirl and see her outside of the club? I will.” He assured her, puling his sleeve back down as Reggie walked out the club, his eyes widening at the pair, having to take a second glance at Y/N out of her costume: while neither he nor Luke could read minds, they were both thinking the same thing.

Y/N somehow looked even better out of her showgirl get up.

Perhaps it was the mismatched converse high tops, or the fishnet tights under her ripped shorts, maybe it was the ripped band tee displaying the iron maiden cover art, Luke wasn’t sure. But she was gorgeous, and knowing she seemed to like what he did just added to the fact.

“See you around, Denim.” Y/N smiled, lifting the collar of his jacket for a moment before letting it go and heading inside, walking past Alex as she went.

“Was that Willie’s friend?” He asked in surprise, Reggie nodding.

“I think Luke’s in love.” He teased, earning a punch on the arm from the band’s led guitarist.

“Shut it, Reggie. Now, let’s get to that dance.” Luke quickly reminded them, the three quickly disappearing with the destination of Julie’s school in mind, all of them preparing for a major scolding for being three hours late.

Part Two is here...

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Don’t Pull Away

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader (Part 2 of the Seven Day Date Series)

summary: It’s the second date, and things are going well for the couple. Well, besides the fact that they aren’t actually a couple.

word count: 2625

warnings: none

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Having Natasha and Wanda help pick out her clothes for the parties, as well as having dinner with ten Avengers was a mind blowing experience. However, when hundreds of superheroes began to show up at the Tower, Y/N didn't think life could get better than that. Everyone had been banned from the tower during the time in between parties, so that the crew Tony had highly paid could rearrange the entire bottom floor, taking every piece of furniture out and replacing it to make the parties that much better. This meant that the first time Y/N saw all the Avengers was when she showed up in the limo that Tony had sent to pick her up.

Y/N had coordinate her outfit with Peter, because he was her date of course, but also Wanda and Nat as they picked out their outfits two nights ago. The super heroes instantly decided that Y/N would be like their little sister, and she's sure they had even more fun than she did trying on clothes. The girls all decided to wear the see through plastic jackets, the seams different colors that matched their chokers; Y/N had chosen purple, which complimented the dark grey bralette she was wearing. Peter had decided that the dark grey would be their color when he picked his clothes out without her, and so her grey, shiny, skintight leggings would match whatever the hell he decided to wear. She hadn't seen any of his outfits, and he hadn't seen any of her's.

Adjusting her bright purple wig, Y/N got in line to get into the party, which seemed to be already in full swing, but it was barely past seven thirty. She took her time in line to look over herself once more, before reaching the front.

"Invitation." The bouncer simply prompted, and Y/N could feel his imitating stare even through the dark glasses he was wearing.

"Oh, um, I came, uh,"

"She's with me!" Thank God Peter finally saw her, because she didn't know what she would have done if he would have waited longer. The high-tech gate opened to allow her through, shutting closed behind her.

Y/N was instantly jealous of Peter the second she saw him.

All he was wearing was a dark blue jacket with some weird seam patterns and some type of logo over his heart, and grey pants. That was it.

So there Y/N was, feeling stupid as Peter pretended his eyes weren't racking up her body and exposed skin.

"Are you kidding me? I have to wear this and you get to wear that!" Y/N complained, but when Peter looked into her eyes he could tell she was joking.

"You look fine." Peter rolled his eyes and walked closer to her, taking her hand to lead her to where everyone else was.

They'd held hands before, but if this time, it seemed a little different? A little more intimate? Well they never talked about it again.

Blue.

Everything on the floor was blue.

Unless it was neon, because those were the only two themes that Y/N was seeing as she looked around in awe. She had been right there just two days ago, but if she hadn't known that this was the Avengers Tower she would have thought this was a rented out space.

The dance floor was huge and took up most of what Y/N assumed was the living area, but all she could do was guess because she had no idea what place was what anymore. The only thing that hadn't been taken out was the kitchen, but even then it was transformed into a bar.

As she stepped cautiously on the glass dance floor, it lit up with blue where she had applied pressure, making her jump back, Peter's arms catching her as he laughed. Looking up, he nudged Y/N as she made herself step away from Peter, following his gaze.

Along the ceiling were balloons with pinpricks of light somehow shining through them, along with neon balloons that were scattered around. There was a girl in a silver body suit, who looked as if she were doing some impressive trapeze above everyone with the ring attached to the ceiling. Florescent tool cascaded down the walls and everything seemed to be high tech.

"Stark really spared no expense, huh." Y/N mumbled, Peter barley hearing her as she continued to look around. There were beautiful blue and purple chandeliers hanging, and somehow Tony had managed to project blue pinpricks of light onto the walls, but there was no sign of a projector.

Music thrummed through the large speakers, all dub step. Well, what Y/N had heard anyway.

"First slow dance of the night! This is a party, after all!" Tony called through a microphone. He was on a small lifted platform, and before Y/N could even begin to judge his clothing choice, the dance floor filled with more people; all the superhero couples her and Peter always geeked out about. Never did she think she would be apart of the super hero couple.

Wait, were her and Peter a couple? I mean sure, she agreed to be his date, but he probably didn't feel the same. She was just his last minute choice he felt that he had to take. He'd probably rather be with MJ, or even-

"Y/N?" Her name was what snapped her out of the self destructive thoughts, and he smiled goofily when she blushed, not quite meeting his eye. "Would you like to dance?"

Oh God. He said it. Stay calm. Don't say something stupid,

"No." Peter's heart fell to the ground as he looked at her. She smiled widely, finally looking at him, and grabbed his hand. "Kidding." She breathed out a laugh, and Peter smiled and took the lead to the dance floor, which lit up blue as they walked in closer. They finally stopped, and Peter put his arms around Y/N's waist, feeling her bare skin beneath his palms.

"It's only been an hour, but this is already the most I've felt like myself again since the snap." Y/N confessed, reaching up and putting her arms around Peter's neck. It's been a week since they were snapped back, and things were pretty normal after day three. "Being close to you again," Y/N trailed off, and Peter could see the blush on her face even in the faint blue light. "It just feels normal. It feels right."

Peter was speechless. He had no idea what to say the the girl who just poured her heart in front of him. So he pulled her closer, close enough to fell her against him, and kept her there until the song ended and she began to pull away.

"Wait," He tightened her grip on her, squinting his eyes as he tried to figure out how to not word vomit everything he was thinking. "Don't pull away. Not yet."

It was as if they were the only two in the room. Even with the loud bass of the dub step that had begun to play again, Y/N only cared about the beat of Peter's heart as she pressed her face closer, heart racing. Everyone else either danced or watched as the youngest in the room slow danced to a song that was in no way slow. But almost as quickly as their moment started, it was ended with a flash and a click.

"Tony! I did it!" Steve held the smartphone up in triumph, immediately running to find Tony and tell him that he wasn't as dumb as he looks. Y/N and Peter broke apart, staring at each other in shock. Had Captain America just taken a picture of them?

"I'm gonna get some punch." Peter excused himself, and Y/N nodded.

"Yeah."

An hour and a half later, Y/N saw no sign of the party slowing down or Peter. There was too many people here, too many bodies that she would never be able to see Peter at her height. The low lighting only fueled her rage in not being able to find him after he left to 'get some punch.'

I shouldn't have said those things. I'm so stupid.

"You're not stupid." A voice behind her made her jump, and she turned to see Wanda standing behind her, the bright yellow wig still on her head.

"Wanda!" Y/N put a hand to her heart, turning in her chair.

"What's going on?" Wanda questioned as she sat down at the table Y/N had picked out over an hour ago.

"Can't you just read my mind?" Y/N put her hands in her head, trying to ignore her frustrated tears. She shouldn't be crying about this. She had to pull herself together.

"I try not to if I don't have your permission." Wanda frowned and Y/N looked up at her, brows furrowed and mouth open.

"Then how did you know what I was thinking?" Y/N questioned, but before Wanda could answer someone else did.

"You said that one out loud." A British voice said from behind her. Y/N turned around to find a girl with curly brown hair and tan skin smirking, empty bottle in her hands and arms crossed. In her other hand was a neon green wig that she must've taken off of herself, because she was the only girl there without a wig. "You're boy is over there with Thor." She nodded her head towards a room that had it's door taken off, a neon curtain pushed away for all the people in there.

"Thank you." Y/N smiled at the nameless girl as she walked away, huffing and letting the smile drop off her face as she thought about Peter ditching her. Inside the room, the amount of men and women with only the bare minimum of clothes shocked her. What the hell was Peter doing in here? Pushing past everyone, she finally got closer to the back, hearing Thor's booming voice. He was standing with Peter, bottle in his hand.

"Oh, young Parker! This has been fun! Are you going to tell Lady Y/N about your exciting,"

"She already knows." Y/N cut Thor off, and both of the boys turned to her, Peter's face worried and Thor still smiling, unaware of the situation due to the massive amounts of alcohol he had drank.

"Ah! Lady Y/N! Your boyfriend and I,"

"Thor, do you mind if I take him?" Y/N asked, smiling at Thor before he turned away, when she glared at Peter who mouthed 'I'm sorry!' to her.

Y/N took a second to look at him. Peter didn't have his shirt on anymore. Instead, he had neon designs that ran across his torso and shined in the light. He had ran off to get his body painted.

"Of course not!" Thor joyously turned back to other people, who were more than happy to laugh with the god.

Once Y/N practically dragged Peter through the large room, she led him to the outside area, which somehow was even more crowded but the absence of all the flashing lights inside left her feeling calm. Of course, there was still blue and the pool was lit with lights, but the music was quieter and the lights were less intense.

"Is that body paint?" Was the first thing she asked. They both looked briefly at his chest and then made eye contact again.

"Best not to ask." Peter said quickly, making Y/N's eyes widen.

"What?"

"Peter!" Y/N all but screamed, trying to remind herself not to pull at her hair because it was a wig. She looked at the pool, thinking of how good it would feel to throw the stupid thing in there with rage, but then she looked back at Peter. She was upset with him, but she wouldn't let her rage get the best of her.

"I promise I wasn't trying to ditch you. I was getting punch, but then people started taking to me and then I ended up here." Before Y/N could even get in a word of protest, a loud, notable voice ripped through the speakers.

"I can see you kids arguing out there! Stop it. Let loose! Have some fun!" Tony's voice came booming through the speakers, and Peter and Y/N looked around. Their cheeks flamed pink as others looked at them, and Y/N cursed under her breath.

"But not too much fun!" Rhodey added, and a fight started before the microphone went out and the song went back to being at the loudest volume. People went back to dancing, and Peter stepped closer to Y/N.

"I didn't mean to ditch you, I swear." He pleaded, and Y/N sighed.

"How did Thor get you to paint your upper body in neon paint?" Y/N ignored his previous statement, instead now looking at the designs the painter had made on his body. She didn't want to stay mad at him for too long; this was the first party for heaven's sake.

"Quite easily. He said 'Man of Spiders! Join me on a quest to impress all the fine ladies here!' and then almost fell over as he led me to the room." Peter chuckled at the memory, making Y/N smile.

"And you just let him take you to get your body painted?' Y/N tried to stifle her giggle at her boyfriend's stupidity.

Shit. Not boyfriend. Best friend. That's it, Y/N. We can't mess this up,

"Well I didn't know what the huge line of half naked people was for until it was too late to turn back!" Peter laughed, breaking Y/N from her thoughts once again.

Late that night, Y/N was in Peter's Avenger room, wiping off her makeup while Peter washed his body paint off in the shower. Most of the superhero guests chose to stay in the extra rooms in the tower. The only thing was, the plus one's had to stay with their date, since there wasn't enough rooms in the tower for every single superhero.

To most, this wasn't a problem. Their significant other was sharing their room. No big deal.

For Peter and Y/N, they were just best friends.

And yeah, they'd had sleepovers, but they both slept separately in the living room on different pieces of furniture.

This was one piece of furniture that the two had to share.

When Peter came out of the bathroom, clothed in sweatpants and some random T-Shirt, Y/N sat up from her spot on the chair, the only other piece of furniture Peter had in his room, and started walking towards the door.

"I'm going to go ask Tony for some more blankets. I'm sure he's still up,"

"What? Why?" Peter plugged his phone in as he questioned her, turning to face her fully after setting his phone on his bedside table.

"Because I'm just going to sleep on the chair." She said as if it were obvious.

"Are you nuts?" Y/N had barely gotten the words out before Peter had rushed his statement out, cheeks dusted pink as Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"Pete, it's fine. I-"

"That's literally the most uncomfortable chair I have ever-"

"You're being dramatic." Y/N cut him off for once, and he looked like she had slapped him across the face.

"I'm being dramatic?" Peter took a step closer to her and she backed up, before Peter closed his eyes and took a breath.

"Pete, I-"

"Get in the goddamn bed, Y/N." Peter smirked, and Y/N put her head down in defeat and shuffled to the bed, staying close to her side and putting the covers over her body.

And if they ended up cuddling in the morning, both of them awake but pretending to be asleep and not wanting to ruin the moment, well, they never talked about that again.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #spider-man #spider man #spider man imagine #spider man x reader #spider-man imagine

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Written by: @alliswell21

Title: One of Us

Prompt 145: She moves in with her aunt and uncle when her parents dies in a small town. After suffering through trama, Katniss slowly starts to get better with the help of her family (aunt, uncle, cousin) and the Mellark brothers. But when things starts happening to her and the people around her, it’s revealed that she and almost everyone in the towns are apart of the werewolf pack and that one of the Mellark brothers is her mate. #werewolves [submitted by @animekpopxx]

Rated: G for general audiences.

Tags: Canon Divergent!AU; Modern with a dash of Supernatural; Grief/Mourning; Feeding as a Language of Love.

Note: This is my final submission to this year's EFE challenge! Yay! I really am grateful to @xerxia31 and @javistg for their continued support of this fandom and for hosting once again this event. You are such amazing people, and I’m absolutely honored to be part of a community with people as amazing as you two are! Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for keeping EFE alive!

@animekpopxx, thank you too! You feed my muse! And you give me Werewolves!!!!

This story was a bit of rushed job, though, and there’s more of it, I mean... we haven’t seen them turn into wolves yet!!! 🤣 I just didn’t have time to edit the complete fic before the deadline, but if you’d like to read the finished product, keep an eye out for it on AO3. I’m fairly sure the rating will keep, but we will see.

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There’s nothing but the sound of crickets and frogs filling the vast darkness of the night.

It’s another moonless night out here in Panem… or is I like to call it ‘the middle of nowhere’. It’s weird, how dark nights feel here, there’s barely a start peeking tonight, but in a strange way, I like it.

Sitting on my aunt and uncle’s porch to watch the infinite dark ahead while listening to the nocturnal critters it’s about my favorite thing to do… it’s what did used to do when we came here for long summer stays, anyway. He used to say he felt at peace and relaxed, connected with nature. Too bad it took him to be gone, for me to appreciate what he meant by that. So every night I come out here and sit in the steps hugging my knees, staring at nothing but the deep, black night surrounding the cabin, whisking my dad was sitting next to me.

Tonight is different than usual, though. It was raining until recently, and the smell of wet earth is so familiar my chest feels tight and my throat is knotted.

“Petrichor, Katniss,” I mumble the words noiselessly, “is the smell of rain, hun. It smells the same everywhere in the world.”

I lean my chin on my knees, wishing I could go back to feeling numb like when my parents just died. But thinking of the word petrichor, while smelling the thing, is bring forth a plethora feelings and memories I don’t know how to handle.

Dad used to love Scrabble, crossword puzzles and trivia challenges. He tried to get me interested in those games, teaching me words and their meanings, every time he had a chance.

I wish I had been more enthusiastic about learning the darned stuff; it would’ve meant an extra moment spent with Dad, and less regret to feel right now.

An involuntary whine leaves my chest. It hurts to think about it, and not for the first time, I dig my nails into my skin to keep myself rooted in place, and not tear running into the void.

I feel like I’m spiraling out of control, I fear this time something will break in my head and I’ll do something crazy, like scratch my skin away and run wild into the woods, like a beast… but the overwhelming thoughts gets halted when I hear soft noises from out in the distance.

It’s like the crunching of footsteps on the gravel at the mouth of my aunt and uncle’s property. It’s too dark and isolated here, deep into the country. I’ve seen big wildlife roaming around: deer, raccoons, coyotes and even a lynx. But the longer I hear the noises, the more certain I am I’m being stalked by something big and fast.

My heart beats erratically in my chest; every hair in my body stands on point, fear is clawing its way up my chest and into my throat, my eyes feel about to pop from my skull, and then I’m disentangling my knees from my arms, standing up as tall as I can— which isn’t saying much—and then I call into the night, “Who’s there?!”

I hear a faint disturbance of air, and then…

“Good evening, Katniss!”

Slowly, from the shadows, a blonde head pops, eerie for a second. Broad shoulders follow, and then a torso. Before the rest of his body comes visible into the light of the porch, two more blonde heads come into view, flank the first person on either side: Shoulders, torsos, Jean covered legs… The three Mellark brothers make their way leisurely towards me.

I nearly faint from relief after the rush of adrenaline pumping in my veins. Going through so many emotions: grief, sorrow, dread and relief, so fast in such a short amount of time has left me winded and unsteady.

I lose my balance, but one of the boys— Peeta, the youngest— breaks ranks, and rushes to hold me upright.

“Are you okay?” He asks softly, helping me sit back down on the porch steps. I lean my head against the main post.

“I’m okay. Just a little lightheaded,” I try not to glare. They gave me a fright, but I doubt they did it on purpose.

It’s something I’ve learn over the years. People in Panem are kind of quirky.

“Sorry we scared you,” Peeta offers, sheepishly. “We wanted to check up on you, and bring you something…” he looks up at his two older brothers and Rye — the middle one— steps forward, holding up a brown, paper bag, with little greasy spots on the sides.

I can guess what’s inside. They’ve been bringing me cheese buns almost daily, since Peeta found out they’re my favorites.

Rey hands the baggie to Peeta, and the latter offers it to me with a soft smile.

“Thanks,” I mumble, gratefully. I can smell the cheesy, yeasty treat through the bag; I can feel the warmth of the buns too! “While I love freshly baked cheese buns, you guys didn’t have to make this trek just to bring me a treat… on a dark, moonless night no less,” I fix them with a glare. “How did you even get here anyway? You couldn’t have walked and I never saw a car coming?”

My aunt and uncle’s cabin is at least 4 miles from town, and surrounded by woods; but then again, most houses in this weird little place are built in similar locations. It seems the townsfolk take their privacy extremely seriously.

“We rode our dirt bikes,” chimes Rye in, cheerily. “Not much light on those bulbs, though, but it’s okay. Our night vision is prime!” He gives me the A-Okay gesture.

“Rye,” the eldest, Bannock, warns lowly. Baring his teeth.

Rye shrugs and slips his hands on his Jean pockets.

I swear Rye hisses something like “it’s true” under his breath, but Peeta has been rubbing my back with the tip of his fingers all this time, and I’m getting drowsy, so I may have imagined the whole exchange.

“You should eat those while they’re still warm,” Peeta murmurs close by my shoulder.

I nod, and open the bag, releasing all the delicious smells of the buns, while Peeta massages my shoulders, encouragingly.

I must be really out if it tonight, because outside of my family, I’ve never been comfortable with people touching me… but, my family is all gone now, and I can’t go through the rest of my life without human touch, can I?

Grief stricken me out of nowhere, and barrels through me. I gasp at the acute pain in my soul at the loss of my parents. But in an instant, I’m enveloped in strong, thick arms, warm and steady. I’m sobbing into a hot, solid chest, covered in the softest cotton I’ve ever felt.

“Shush… I’ve got you, Katniss. I’m here for you,” Peeta whispers soothingly into the crown of my head.

He smells so good; like cinnamon and dill, from the bread he must’ve made this afternoon at his family’s bakery.

It takes a few minutes for me to get a hold of myself, and embarrassedly push out of his embrace, “I’m sorry,” I mumble, mortified.

Bannock presents me with a handkerchief, and I take it gratefully to wipe off my face and nose, before returning the soiled square of fabric to him.

I’m not sure why the Mellark brothers are being so nice to me. I’ve never been around them more than a handful of days over the past few years, when we came to see Dad’s remaining family outside mom and I, his half brother, his wife and their child.

I don’t know the Mellarks all that well, but in the handful of weeks since my parents’ funeral, the three brothers have been incredibly attentive and generous to me. Peeta more than the other two, but I don’t mind… I like him best anyway.

“It’s okay to cry and be devastated, Katniss.” Says Bannock, sagely. “You’re going through the worst time of your life, and we care for you… like family.”

“Oh,” I sit straighter, blowing my nose. I feel a little strange hearing him say that, “thank you? I appreciate your kindness,”

He nods, “Peeta’s right, though. You should eat the cheese buns before they go cold.”

“A full stomach always helps me feel better,” Rye adds, patting his belly, and smiling at me.

My stomach growls, as if to show agreement. I am hungry. I didn’t touch my supper earlier. I pick up the bakery gingerly, and pretty much shove my nose into it. The steam curls out of the baggie, filling my nostrils with the delicious smells. I pluck out a bun and practically inhale it in a second; quickly followed by another one. My third cheese bun, I decide to savor, slowly.

The Mellark siblings just hang around while I devour my treats.

The front door opens just as I’m wiping my hands on my leggings. My aunt’s head peeks out of the door.

“Oh, why hello everyone!” She greets, as bubbly as always. She’s wearing a dark purple wig, to match her dark purple outfit.

“Good evening, Effie,” says Peeta, standing from his squatting position next to me. “We brought Katniss a gift,” he points at the now empty bag in his hand.

“How sweet of you, Peeta!” my aunt gushes, “thank you for checking on our girl, and making sure she’s put something in her tummy before bedtime!”

I roll my eyes. Aunt Effie keeps treating me like a kid. I hate it. I’m 17 and mourning, not a freaking baby!

“It’s no problem at all, Effie! We were just on our way home anyway.”

“Well, it’s always nice having you boys over,” she offers, “but it’s getting late, and Primrose is already in bed, which is why I came out here to begin with, to let Katniss know that her sister was already asleep, so she’d know to tip toe back inside when she was ready to go to bed herself,” my aunt smiles.

I feel a slight pang of guilt; I’ve been wallowing in my own sadness this evening, and missed tucking my sister in to sleep. She’s the only person I’m sure I love, yet tonight I’ve let my own misery drown me.

“Don’t mind us, Effie,” Says Bannock, “We were about to leave…” he pauses and then calls a meaningful, “Peeta?”

“I’m going to wish Katniss a good night, and then we’ll go,” he says.

Not for the first time, I wonder if Peeta has a crush on me? I wouldn’t know he did, even if I wasn’t feeling so rotten inside. I’m not very good at flirting… but with Peeta it is different I think. He’s so nice to me, he’s taken up asking if I’ve eaten that day and if I haven’t, he feeds me something from his family’s bakery without charging me… it’s like he actually cares for me and my well-being, and his brothers care, because he does. It’s mesmerizing at times.

Peeta looks me in the eyes, “Are you ready to go inside?” He asks, offering his two open palms to me. He helps me up from the floor, and then smiles sweetly. He doesn’t let go of my hands while we stand facing each other.

Then something strange happens. Peeta doesn’t blink, as his clear-blue eyes bore into mine, and then his pupils blow out full, until only a ring of deep, glowing azure remains for his irises, “Sleep well, Katniss,” his voice sounds deeper and warmer than usual, “Rest and have a relaxing, dreamless night. Remember what I said: we are all here for you, to help through this hard time… alright?”

I feel groggy, “Yes, Peeta,” I mumble feeling my eyelids getting heavier.

“Oh dear, can you please instruct her to walk herself to bed? She might look lithe, but I promise, her little body is as heavy as any of us,”

Huh? What’s aunt Effie going on about? I don’t understand.

Peeta chuckles, squeezing my hands warmly in his, “You heard Effie… don’t fall asleep until you’ve gone into your bedroom and change into comfy pajamas.”

I nod, “Okay,”

“Good night, Katniss, I’ll be back tomorrow. Try to eat something on your own, I know you’re sad, but you need your strength for when the solstice comes.”

What a weird thing to say! Everything is strange here though… so I nod and march inside the house, mumbling my good nights to everyone and rubbing my very sleepy eyes. Once I’m in my sleep clothes, I lay in bed, and try to ignore the yearning of having Peeta rubbing my back like he was doing while I ate my cheese buns.

I sigh and go to sleep, a weird thought pops into my mind: “I’m so lucky to have such a sweet, caring mate. Peeta Mellark. Can’t wait to be bonded with him,”

#alliswell21 #animekpopxx #prompt 154 #Springtime Edition 2021 #submission

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