#not as modern plus no cardigan

[ethereallocs]

Femmé Fatale-Modern Au!Chp 1.

[Pairing: Aemond Targaryen (Married Businessman) x Fem Reader ( Secretary)

[Content/Warnings:!!18 PLUS!!, Lust, Tension, Adultery, Toxic, Domestic Violence, car sex,p in v penetration, Biting, Hair pulling, oral masc receiving, ass eating, Choking, Violence, Obsessive, Stalking, Mentions of infertility and Swearing.]

Aemond’s morning was always the same but today something was different his wife Alys had decided to climb on top of him and wake him up with a bit of lazy morning sex which wasn’t how it use to be but he appreciated the long awaited intimacy. You see he loved his wife dearly but thing haven’t been the same since they lost their unborn child 3 years ago. Alys had become cold after the doctors told her they shouldn’t try again due to the fact that she almost lost her life as well. Aemond had given her the space she needed and tried to be that support system for her. Their relationship just wasn’t what it used to be anymore. Alys rutted on top of him halfway moaning in his ear. He knew she was only doing this for him so he tapped her shoulder and kissed the side of her head. “It’s alright we don’t have to do this.” He whispered sincerely. She stopped in her tracks and sighed rolling off of him and wrapping herself up in a robe to go to the kitchen and make him coffee. Huffing in frustration he got into the shower and finished himself off which didn’t take too long.

He quickly got dressed and passed through the kitchen to gulp down his coffee and grab his briefcase before he left for work. He came behind Alys wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss but she dodged his lips and in embarrassment he pulled away and left without saying a word. He hopped into his car and sighed letting it run while the scene played in his mind over and over again. He did love his wife he kept telling himself that he had to have they were together for quite sometime and grew so much together and he didn’t want to be the dick to leave his wife when she needed him most. He was becoming numb to it all..was this really how life with her was going to be now? He pulled off knowing that when he went to work at least that would keep his mind off his marriage that was falling apart right before his eyes.

Walking into work he was greeted by his staff and nodded and smiled speaking to each and every person that passed him by. This was the one place he felt like himself in. Approaching his receptionist’s desk an old lady wearing a floral cardigan was smiling up at him. “Aemond, how are you doing this morning, dearest?” He smiled back leaning into the desk. “I’m fine Grace how are you? You’re looking exceptionally beautiful today.” He made the old lady blush and just when she had almost forgot she passed him some papers. “Oh! This is the information on the new secretary you had Helaena interview. She’s waiting for you in your office, love.” He nodded looking through them and liking her résumé. “Hmm..thank you Grace.”

Walking through the threshold of his office doorway saw a small figure sitting in the chair just in front of his desk. “Good morning! Ms. Y/N! I’m Aemond Targaryen…but..” he was stopped in his tracks when he saw his new employee in all her glory. She was gorgeous. Clearing his throat he continued his speech looking down at the papers. “You may call me Mr. Targaryen. I hope you understand this is a very serious and important job and your job is to make sure nothing slips through the cracks and to make sure everything stays on schedule, yes?" Y/N nodded while she listened attentively and smiled charmingly at him. He was taken aback by everything about she was absolutely breathtaking but the thoughts of Alys hit him like a wrecking ball knocking him out of the trance this young woman had him in. "Mr.Targaryen, is everything alright?" She looked at him with a concerned look and Aemond just cleared his throat. "Sorry...I blanked out I had a rough night. But I've looked over your resume and your references have spoken wonderfully about you so I believe you will be a wonderful addition to "Targ Trade". Are there any questions you have for me?”

She thought for a while looking him over once more as she did whilst he spoke spying the wedding band on his finger. Interesting she thought as she notice how happy he was to see her within his pants regardless of how hard he tried to stay professional. “No sir. I know what you need from me and I will deliver. If there isn’t anything else I’ll go to my desk. Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Targaryen.” He cleared his throat, “Yes of course..You’re welcome.” This was the first time he’d heard her voice and it was completely sinful, the thoughts of how’d she’d sound moaning in pleasure underneath him. Watching her leave he groaned under his breath watching her hips away. He shook the thoughts from his head thinking of Alys again trying to remind himself he was still very much in love and happy. Knowing he’d become miserable a few months ago waiting for Alys to even seem the least bit happy but that day never came.

The rest of the day he spent his time focusing on work being distracted briefly if Y/N came in to give him some paper work or when she paged into his office to let him know he had a call. She knew exactly what she was doing leaning ever so closely to him letting him smell her perfume and catch a small glimpse of her cleavage. She flipped her hair in just the right way and leaned against his desk almost pressing against him. He pulled away and she only smiled innocently seeing the red tint come upon his pale cheeks. “So a few of your colleagues and I were going to go to a bar tonight and have a few drinks. Do you want to come? You seem like you need to have a little fun.” He listened closely just loving the way her voice filled his ears. He thought for a moment. “Umm…I can’t I have a lot of..uhhh work to do.” She pouted and sighed. “Alright…your loss.” She spoke in a singsong tone before leaving his office.

They only had two hours left before business hours were up and he played that question in his head over and over up until he noticed everyone getting up to leave. He knew if he went he was going to do something he’d regret…but he’d regret it more if he never saw it through. He decided to call his wife and no surprise she didn’t pick up so he decided to leave a text letting her know he’d be out late tonight having a drink with friends. He could feel the guilt eating him up already, but he didn’t really care. He grabbed his briefcase and caught the group of his employees and Y/N before they headed out. He hadn’t looked her way, but he could feel her watching him within the crowd as they all decided to meet at the bar. Criston Cole was especially interested in Y/N and Aemond was a bit irritated as he watched them drinking and flirting whilst another one of his employees talked his head off. He was knocking back whiskeys and sulking while Y/N was loving the attention. A few people started to make their way home, but he stayed behind waiting for his chance.

She decided to approach him since he was too worried about what anyone else would say. She smiled so deviously and maybe he should been alittle more cautious, but he was to enthralled with her to even notice how dangerous this woman really was. “You’ve been staring at me all night, but don’t have the guts to say anything.” He chuckled and looked at his finger which binder him to another. “I think you know why, Ms.Y/N.” She took a sip of her martini and crossed her legs flashing her unclothed cunt for a moment. The sir immediately grew tense and he sighed kicking back another whiskey. “From the way you look at me you can’t be too happy…you look hungry…for something she reached to touch his hand and he quickly pulled it back as there were a few of his colleagues lingering about. She was right, but he had to put up some type of a fight..right? “You don’t need to worry about my personal life..all you need to know is that I’m married so that means I’m off limits..” He teased and smirked at her.

“Off limits? I don’t think I know what that means…You are putting on quite a show…you must really care for her…huh?” He hummed and didn’t respond. As disrespectful as this conversation was he had to admit he enjoyed it. The game they were playing. Cat and mouse. She toyed with him like he was her prey and he couldn’t help but enjoy it immensely. It was almost like a form of foreplay. Time had passed and they were finally alone…everyone from work had disappeared and they kept their conversations PG smiling and laughing while the fires of passions burned in their eyes. He sighed and stood to leave and she slowly followed. They both coincidentally had parked in the same parking deck which was now a ghost town..perfect. He had walked her to her car trying to be a gentleman and she had him right where she wanted him.

“Thank you for walking me to my car..” She let her hands slowly run over the boner that had been throbbing for her since their first introduction. He flinched away but pushed his throbbing cock into her hand. He groaned giving into the temptation and she smiled pulled him in for a kiss. His lips crashed into hers and he groaned tasting her for the first time. Her lips were intoxicating. Everything about her was enticing and he could no longer hold himself back. He grabbed onto her waist pulling her in while his other hand grabbed onto that soft ass he’d been waiting to feel in the palm of his hands. She could feel his cock begging to be freed and pulled away to unbutton his pants. He was thick and pretty long..she was a bit surprised. She looked into his eyes and easing down into a low squat. Her red lips wrapped around his head and he inhaled sharply. His knees buckled as she pulled him into her mouth further. He groaned and began to buck his hips and began fucking her throat. Her red lipstick smeared onto his cock and he had to admit she looked beautiful like this. He could feel himself ready to cum and he pulled back lifting her and turning her around to lean against her car. He squatted down and ripped a huge hole into her stocking admiring her exposed ass and opening her cheeks to look over her glistening pussy.

He buried his face into her ass and groaned at the taste of her. She whimpered and pushed back pushing his face into it further. He groaned lapping at her cunt hungrily kneading her ass cheeks together. He cooed tasting her sweet nectar devouring her ass and enjoying all of the sweet sounds she made. He stood up behind her and got her to grab her keys to unlock her car. He climbed in first and pulled her in sitting her in his lap. He slid his hands between her legs and she spread them open as he began to circle his fingers around her clit. She cooed ever so beautifully bucking her hips forward begging for him to fuck her. He grabbed his cock slapping it against her pussy before slowly pushing into her slick entrance. She gasped at the stretch and he groaned at the way she squeezed him just right. With her back against his chest he grabbed onto her hair putting an arch in her back. She hovered over him and cooed at the way he filled her up. Her hips began to buck back and forth and it caused him to shutter. “Fuck…” He groaned pulling her hair harder while he thrusted up into her meeting the rhythm of her hips. “So good.” She muttered panting like an animal.

Wrapping his hand around her throat he pulled her back flush against his chest biting into her neck before he pounded into her furiously. “Gods…I’m going to fuck you stupid….” She whimpered and moaned uncontrollably as he did just that. She played with her clit trying to get some relief she felt like she was going to explode. He knew she was close by the way her walls clenched and released him and he continued to pound his hips into her ass. The clapping sound filling the car as the windows fogged. “You gonna cum for me, Ms.Y/N?” She creamed around him as he continued until he was ready to spill his seed. Pulling away he came in a napkin he had in his pocket and smiled at the cum she left behind smeared on his cock. He pulled up his pants catching his breath and he looked over at her as she fixed her skirt. Immediately the feeling of guilt filled his stomach. It was sickening and heavy. He felt terrible, but he hadn’t felt this good in years and he was now hooked… Even after they had just finished he wanted more but he knew he had to restrain himself.

“I’m going to have to go…I stayed out longer than I intended.” She nodded and leaned over to kiss him one more time. He let her pull off first and he headed home. Once he was home he sat in the driveway for another hour. Thinking about what he just did. He was now officially a piece of shit. But he would be that if it meant feeling Y/Ns body on his again. He finally made his way into his home. Alys was asleep in bed and that gave him time to shower and throw his suit in the washer. She hadn’t stirred while he climbed in next to her there backs facing each other. He had gotten away with it for now…

To be continued…

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[cardierreh15]

Knight in Shining Leather

I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warning 18+: Violence , Cursing , Attempted SA , Blood , Gore .

Pairing: Geralt Of Rivia(modern) x Nessa (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: Geralt being a knight in shining armor.

Word Count: 2.2K

One shot

It was a beautiful autumn night. The night’s air smelled of cinnamon and pumpkin. With it being just cool enough for her to wear a cardigan over her shoulders. Pretty soon, she would get too warm to even rock it.

It was roughly 9:45pm and she had come from a night out with the girls. Her best friend insisted that she drive her home since she stayed so close by. But Nessa was too hardheaded to let her do that. Besides, the walk wasn’t even 20 minutes away.

But a lot can happen in 20 minutes can it?

Her thick heeled boots clicked loudly on the asphalt, echoing throughout the street and bouncing off of the other buildings. She lived in a small town, so it was no surprise that almost everyone was in the house by now.

Nessa had her hands tucked in her pockets, at this point walking absentmindedly. She didn’t even realize there were two men walking about a few yards behind her. She didn’t think much of it, perhaps they were trying to make it to their destination too.

But their footsteps grew a little impatient.

This caused her to take further strides; holding her purse tightly in her arm as she tried to sneak her hand into it to retrieve her pepper spray.

‘Get her!’ One of the males exclaimed.

A panicked gasp escaped her lips as she did her best to take off but they were close enough to snatch her up by her cardigan. ‘HELP!’ She exclaimed before a man placed his large hand over her mouth and held a butterfly blade against her face. ‘Shhhh, shhh. Now, just be a good girl.’ He whispered against her ear.

She then bit down into his fingers and stepped on his foot. The criminal yelped out in agonizing pain.

‘Fuck you!’ She exclaimed before she was instantly grabbed by another male.

‘Get the bitch into the alley!’

‘No! No! Stop!’ Nessa begged and pleaded as she tried her best to fight back. But they weren’t having it.

They slammed her against the wall and she whimpered out in pain. ‘Urgh!’ She fell to her hands and knees. ‘Please— take whatever I have… it’s all material— I don’t want it! Please.’ She insisted, sobbing as she held her chest.

The bald headed guy began to dump out all of the contents in her purse and searched through it. ‘Awww, the bitch ain’t got nothin’. Lipstick, tampons, some other make up, — a wallet…’ he then looked at her name and then started going through her wallet where he snatched out $500. ‘I found a jackpot…’ then he walked over to the the ginger haired gentleman who towered above her.

‘How much ya find?’

‘$500. And It’s a Chanel wallet, taking that too.’ The male chuckled.

Nessa was on her knees before them as if she were praying to her God. Her hands shook as if her bones were chilling in the Arctic.

‘Nice,’ the ginger chuckled as the bald guy passed him some cash. ‘Now, the question is… what do we do with you?’

‘Hmmm. She’s pretty cute. She’s thicker than the rest of em. And you know I looove when they fight.’ He said as he shoved the wallet and the cash in his back pocket.

She instantly knew what baldy meant, and it caused her to panic a bit more. Until suddenly, the ginger just happened to step out of the way, and the bright LED street light caused a thick shard of glass to glisten in her eye.

Carefully leaning down as the two men bickered about who were going to have their turn with her first, she then grabbed the glass in her hand and waited.

The ginger sighed and rolled his eyes, ‘whatever. Fuck it. I’ll hold her still.’ He then squat down before her, ‘Alright sweet heart, you’re gonna—‘

Nessa instantly swiped the glass upward, aiming to stab him beneath his chin but instead, slicing his cheek.

‘AUGH!’ He practically jumped back; feeling the stinging pain at his cheek. Ginger grabbed the gasp and looked at the bright red blood in his palm. ‘You fucking bitch!’

His partner instantly brought her up to her feet, disarmed her and slapped her across her face so hard, he split the inside of her cheek.

She fell to the ground, her mind spinning as if she had swallowed a whole bottle of tequila. She could only hear the sound of their voices. They were so loud in her ears.

‘Kill that bitch! Kill her!’

She didn’t even know who was saying, all she knew was that she was pretty sure she was going to die in this filthy ass alley. And it would probably take her loved ones days to find her knowing these fools.

The ginger some how had the strength to pull her up to her feet. ‘You fucking— BITCH!’ And he kneed her in the stomach before she fell back down to the ground again. He kicked her, several times in the ribs.

Nessa whimpered out, choking on the air that was fighting so hard to come into her lungs. She lifted her hand up, in a “I surrender” kind of way, ‘please. Stop.’ She was too weak to scream for hell at this point.

‘Stop? Haha… oh wait til we’re done with you… get her up.’ Ginger said to Baldy.

Suddenly, everything felt like it was moving much slower than she was. Between the two antagonists, was a pair of bright golden eyes that reflected in the shadows. She thought she was hallucinating so she just laid there, accepting her fate that was to come.

When Baldy lifted her up to her feet, her head rest back against the brick wall. ‘Come on… make it quick.’ She breathed out tiredly.

Ginger chuckled and then Baldy chimed in. ‘Suit yourself.’

Suddenly, a bright flash whipped through the air like something out of a supernatural movie.

Nessa felt Baldy’s grip on her grow weaker and she noticed a thin line across his neck. A dribble of blood came leaking from his lips and his nose. She then noticed the sunken glare in his eyes.

His neck became a waterfall of his blood and a millisecond later, his head fell to wet the concrete and his body followed.

Nessa felt her stomach turn at the sight. She stumbled backwards in fear; immediately covering her lips to hold back the throw up that tried to fight its way out.

Ginger let out a scream as he saw his buddy’s head roll at his feet.

She felt too damn sick and scared to move really. Also, she couldn’t get over — how could someone be that talented with a blade that:

A.) No blood had spilled on her.

And

B.) None of them were able to see or hear him coming.

Ginger instantly pulled his gun out and walked over towards Nessa. ‘Whose there!? Come out!’ He snatched her up and pointed the gun at her head. ‘Come out! Or I swear to God, I will blow this bitch’s brains out!’

‘Please—‘ she started as she held her hands up.

‘SHUT UP!’ Ginger yelled as he looked all around. ‘Alright,’ he then clicked off the safety, ‘I’ll give you to the count of 3… come out— with your hands up… and I won’t kill her…’

‘Why would you think they’d come out for me?! I-I don’t even know what’s going on!’ She said out as she wiped her bloodied nose.

‘Shut. The fuck. Up. I swear you’re making this so much easier!’ He said as he continued to look around, ‘ONE! …. TWO!….’ He pressed the barrel against the back of her skull.

On three, a white haired male stepped from out of the shadows; those damn golden eyes making an appearance before he did. He wore black leather, and held a huge sword in his right hand. He had a scowl on his face that could kill instantly.

Ginger’s mouth fell slightly as he watched the tall, unearthly being approach the both of them. He stepped back, ‘Y—you… it can’t be. B-BACK UP!’

He just kept walking towards them. The sound of metal clinked with each step.

Ginger had finally hit the wall and Nessa looked back at the both of them.

‘Y—you’re dead! Y-you’re suppose to be dead!’

‘Says who?’ The white haired male asked, ‘You?’ His head fell to the side. Then he looked behind him, noticing the women who still stood there. He then looked back towards Ginger, ‘Go ahead… shoot her.’

Nessa’s eyebrows tugged into one in confusion. She wanted to impose on this reunion but she was hurting too bad to talk.

Ginger’s bottom lip trembled as much as his wrist did when he held that gun.

‘Go ahead…’

Ginger swallowed his spit, glancing over at the beautiful woman. He just didn’t have the guts.

The white haired male let out a sigh, ‘I knew it,’ and stabbed Ginger in his abdomen with the shiny sword.

Ginger began to choke. Wheezing as if he’d punctured his lung.

Nessa let out a harsh gasp and covered her lips in shock.

‘You’re… a coward.’ He twisted the blade to open the gaping wound more, ‘You pray on the weak… women and children… you and your friend don’t deserve to breathe for another second.’

He then snatched out the sword from Ginger’s abdomen and the male fell forward.

Nessa just stood in her spot, watching the man who just tried to kill her moments before, choke on his own blood and eventually took his last breath as the rest of him seeped into the cracks and crannies of the destroyed asphalt.

She was too frightened to scream, to run but also… her body was riddled with pain. Anything extreme would’ve probably caused her to pass out. So instead she asked, ‘A-are you gonna kill me next?’

The being then pulled out a dark cloth and wiped his shiny sword off in one swipe, ‘If I wanted … you’d be dead already.’

Well that was quite evident. She took in a deep breath as she just watched him sheath his sword and bend down to go in Ginger’s pocket.

She peaked over, ‘… he-he said you were suppose to be dead… are you like someone important?’

He didn’t say anything, instead he retrieved her money from the corpse and then ventured to the next.

‘Could I at least— know your name?’ She asked as she began to pick up her purse and the rest of her belongings. ‘You did save me after all, I would like to know who you are… In case I don’t ever see you again.’

He smirked as he grabbed her wallet out of the headless corpse and looked at her ID. She had a glorious smile. A smile that could turn any rainy day into sunshine.

Vanessa Hodge, December 18th, 1997, Address…

He took a mental note of her address before slowly rising to his feet and walked over to her.

She looked from his hands to his chest, that donned a silver necklace with a wolf engraved in it. She wondered what that meant.

‘Here,’ His voice brought her out of her thinking trance, ‘Your things.’ He looked down at her as she rose to her feet and threw her purse over her shoulder.

‘Thank you.’ She said softly before wincing at the pain in her cheek.

He lifted her chin to examine her.

Nessa hissed at the sudden, searing pain.

‘They most certainly did a number on you…’ he said as he looked at her split eyebrow. ‘Come. Let’s get you fixed up.’

‘Alright… only— if you do me a tiny favor?’

‘Hmm.’ A mere stranger, asking him for favors? He wasn’t the type to be handing those out. Especially without pay.

Yeah, she had no idea who he was.

‘You tell me your name…’

Was that it? She wanted to know his name? She almost got taken advantage of, got her shit pushed in and almost got her brains blown out but — she wanted to know his name?

‘I-I think it’s fair… I’d like to know who my knight in … shiny leather is.’

It grew quiet once more before he rested his hand on the handle of his sword and lifted his head with a gentle smirk.

‘I mean I think it’s also fair because you’re still a complete stranger and—‘

‘For someone who is in a lot of pain, you sure do talk a lot.’ He said as he shifted his weight and folded his massive arms across his chest.

Nessa felt the heat rise to her neck, her cheeks and then her ears. She looked off to the side, trying to avoid eye contact for a moment.

God you’re gonna blow this.

‘My name is Geralt. Now, if that is all you request, we should leave now.’

She let out a gentle puff of air and quickly walked towards him, ‘Lead the way.’ She shrugged.

Geralt swiftly turned around and they headed in the direction Nessa was heading.

‘So, you’re gonna tell me what you do and why you walk around with those things?’ She asked; swiping her dainty manicured finger at his silver handle.

‘No.’ He mused

‘And— Please don’t touch the swords.’ He said, hearing the cling that she left behind with her touch.

‘Oh— sorry.’

#henry cavill #the witcher #geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia fanfiction #geralt of rivia x black!plus size oc #Geralt of rivia x black!female oc #Geralt of Rivia x black!plus size female oc #Geralt of Rivia x black!female reader #Geralt of Rivia x black!reader #Geralt of Rivia c black!female #Modern!Geralt #henry cavill x black reader #henry cavill fanfic #geralt #geralt x black!reader #geralt fanfic #geraltofrivia #time zone post

[soupandsauce]

Modern things I think the Sully kids would love

Neteyam

I think Neteyam would love collecting records and he would be all about the curly hair routine. He would sleep in a silk bonnet and everything. and it would be pink. I think he would have a nostril piercing as well. and he would wear the silk shirts.

Kiri

I think kiri would without a doubt be into astrology and crystals and such. how could she not be? I think she would be all about the crochet scene and make her own cardigans and bags. She would like the bloom drink powder and diva cups.

Lo'ak

Lo'ak would like to wear slides and him and tsireya would have those matching shark slides. They both also have the blanket hoodies, I think specifically the avocado one. Lo'ak would be the type of guy to vape disposables and listen to playboi cardi.

Tuk

Tuk is head over heels for the slime craze. She also loves ASMR and cannot fall asleep without it. I think Tuk would love the aquarium and also the weighted cheetah, unicorn, and dinosaur sold at target.

The Whole Family

The whole family, as a group, loves going to five below and target. The whole family shares a Disney plus plan and everyone has their own profile. Jake pays for it. No but seriously, they are a target family and NOT a Walmart family.

#avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar fic #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 smut #dilf jake sully x reader #recom quaritch x reader #jake sully x na'vi reader #2009 jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #neytiri fluff #atwow neteyam #avatar neteyam #comfort neteyam #mommy neytiriloak #loak x you #atwow loak #avatar loak #loak #kiri x reader #kiri sully #kiri sully headcannons #tuktirey #tuk sully #tuk tuk #tuki

[winterhawkhood]

It is TIME to countdown!

Winterhawkhood-tober starts October 1st! To prepare for this incredible event where we will flood the world with winterhawkhood content, check out:

-The SEVEN bingo theme cards

-Prompt Request list (will be updated as requests come in)

-31 Days of Prompts Master List

The AO3 Collection

Friends, foes, family - this is going to be epic.

Bingo Cards:

Prompt Requests:

Prompt Requests from fellow fans! These are free to use and can be used as much and in as many ways as possible:

If you send in requests to this blog we will continue to update the list!

From blubblesandink 

-Mr. And Mrs. Smith AU/ mistaken identity

-soft spot for animals(willing to act heinous towards humans, but saves a puppy)

-Bro you really live like this? (Ie, break into their house and then make it better)

-Eiffel Tower

From Taxi-cab-to-slowtown:

-Jason/Clint/Bucky/plus one or more

From Claraxbarton:

-Rule 63: different gender(s)

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31 Days Prompt Masterlist

Below are 31 Days worth of prompts. These are very general, with each day featuring one (1) dialogue prompt and three (3) other prompts. Feel free to respond to as many or as few as you like! There is some overlap from bingo cards to these prompts.

Day 1:

“You were right.”

-Different Robin

-On the run

-Friends with benefits

Day 2:

“You lied to me.”

-Royalty

-Friends to lovers

-Breakfast in bed

Day 3:

“How long have you known?”

-Healing

-Karaoke

-High School Reunion

Day 4:

“I wish I’d never met you.”

-Fake dating

-sex toys

-stakeout

Day 5:

“Wait, are you ticklish?”

-Wedding

-Avengers Team

-bad pick up lines

Day 6:

“Do you trust me?”

-Enemies to lovers

-backstory connection

-seeking/wanted ad

Day 7:

“Miss me, sweetheart?”

-cardigan

-kissing in the rain

-being in a crowd

Day 8:

“Please.”

-shaving

-stargazing

-mission

Day 9:

“You don’t have to say it”

-clothes sharing

-picnic

-beach

Day 10:

“I’m not a monster.”

-dating app

-baking

-identity porn/mistaken identity

Day 11:

“I told you not to touch that.”

-Sleeping

-canon divergent

-late

Day 12:

“You weren’t supposed to laugh.”

-sexting

-time travel

-co-workers

Day 13:

“Did you hear that?”

-autumn

-one bed

-matchmaking

Day 14:

“I deserve it.”

-coffee

-dancing

-secret dating

Day 15:

“I want to take care of you.”

-house/pet/baby sitting

-meet ugly

-hobby

Day 16:

“Is that my gun?”

-sex work

-modern/canon fusion

-love triangle

Day 17:

“I don’t remember.”

-size difference

-historical

-bets

Day 18:

“I remember.”

-Accidental

-military

-hand holding

Day 19:

“I’ve missed this.”

-Urban fantasy

-neighbors

-intimacy

Day 20:

“It’s three in the morning.”

-Sports

-horror

-vacation

Day 21:

“I can explain.”

-Writer

-shopping

-movie night

Day 22:

“I thought you were dead.”

-FUBAR

-arranged marriage

-hugs

Day 23:

“Then tell me the truth.”

-parent

-haunted 

-sacrifice

Day 24:

“How much of that did you hear?”

-Academic AU

-bad luck

-savior

Day 25:

“I hate this feeling?”

-Olympics

-injury

-conflict resolution

Day 26: 

“Don’t you dare walk away.”

-ballet

-allergies

-family

Day 27:

“Tell me a story.”

-Gotham

-costumes

-apologizing

Day 28:

“One last kiss.”

-pornography

-uniforms

-platonic

Day 29:

“Go fuck yourself.”

-blind date

-holiday/special occasion

-Western AU

Day 30:

“You left me.”

-surprise party

-bar

-drunk

Day 31:

“I can explain about last night.”

-pining

-lingerie

-one night stand

#bucky barnes #clint barton #hawkeye #jason todd #red hood #winter soldier #winterhawkhood #winterhawhoodtober #winterhawk #winterhawkhoodtober

[ofstormsandsaints]

You could do a post about Yui and her outfits when she was still living with her father in the church (along with some headcanons)? It's canon that Yui had a rather austere and humble life, so I'm guessing her clothes were always used or second hand.

It's longer than I expected-

Fashion Headcanon - a Yui Komori lookbook

Humble coquette meets the church girl roaming in a forest full of violets.

-Her colour palette is soft. So, so soft.

-Beige, white, pale pink, baby blue mixed with bits of faded navy blue and brown.

-Loves plaid pattern or those very delicate floral designs on clothes, colours slightly washed out, making everything cohesive.

-Doesn't mind vibrant colours in general. She finds beauty in many, many things but she knows that jewel shades will look garnish on her.

-Yui prefers when her clothes aren't too tight around her chest. Her tops are generally puff sleeved, off-shoulder with ruffles on the neckline to blur the shape of her torso.

-That, even before those fuckers would make her self-conscious about her chest. Pricks.

-When wearing tank tops or t-shirts, she would wear a cardigan or a wrap-up top that has subtle strips of white lace at the end of its sleeves.

-She's simply more confortable with showing her legs or her shoulders. For instance, she loves how her pale curls fall and brush the line of her shoulders. (but the diaboys too😔)

-Knitted mittens, square necklines, lacy lolita socks, vintage chiffon blouse embedded with little flowers, myosotis, daisies, stars of Bethlehem.

-She knows how to sew and to mend her clothes when it's needed. She is cautious with her belongings though.

-Wears second-hand clothes. Because life at the church was obviously more austere and Yui grew without the materialistic need to buy and own stuff just to see it piled up in her closet. Plus, she never wanted to appear spoiled rotten or anything.

-But she likes second hand clothes also because the fabric is soft. It's comforting for her to know that the clothes she owns now, had a life before.

-These grandma blouses with small embroidered details on the sleeves or on the collar ? Stan.

-Second hand fashion allowed her to explore a different sense of fashion - to create outfits that looked good on her and not trying to look like models in magazines. So you can find a sweet blending of reminiscent 2000s and 60s fashion in the way she dresses.

-Keeps her outfits simple and practical all in all, because she's known for being quite active.

-She cooks, cleans, helps the nuns in the garden or during charitable works.

-Therefore, she would never wear heels too high, skirts too long or too short.

-When going out to do some groceries, she always ends up looking at some shops, as there is something soothing for her in watching all these different clothes and shoes displayed behind the window. She doesn't buy anything, but she envies just a little bit the groups of girls who enter these shops, giggling and ready to buy something nice.

-No jeans or leather jackets like the girls of her age. Her father didn't allow her to wear those - he never even bought her clothes.

-Well. Not never never, but until very late, Seiji would only gift her books, stationary supplies, some tea...but never clothes, makeup or jewellery. This, combined with a certain solitude and the absence of a feminine figure in her life, Yui didn't have much choice but to observe a lot. She wanted to care about her appearance. She didn't know how at first.

-Interestingly, books and art influenced her style. Without even realising it, Yui would become the modern version of spring faerie, living a peaceful life in rhythm with the bell and the services.

-Spends hours making jewellery.

-The floral hair pins and the matching necklace? Her doing.

-She is crafty and loves doing activities that require patience and creativity, pearls glistening under the sun, tinkering with little hearts and stars. Nothing complicated. Just what she needs to give that graceful faerie twist to her outfit.

-She works like this, at her vanity or on a bench outside, in front of the garden for hours. Sewing or crafting the most precious details that no one except her will notice. She works until her eyes are tired and the tea remaining at the bottom of her cup is cold. But it is during time like this, that she feels the most a peace. The happiest.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers headcanons #diabolik lovers fashion #yui komori #requests open #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #ruki mukami #kou mukami #yuma mukami #azusa mukami #carla tsukinami #shin tsukinami #kino

[denimbex1986]

''They're both so baby girl,’ the caption on a TikTok video of Paul Mescal and Andrew Scott nearing 200,000 likes reads.

The 23-second clip features both men on the All Of Us Strangers press tour, wherein they dissect the modern cultural lexicon of Generation Z, such as ‘girl dinner,’ and ‘Roman Empire’.

"Paul Mescal is my Roman Empire," Scott says as his co-star laughs coyly. From six seconds in, the conversation pivots to ‘baby girl,’ a term of endearment popularised by TikTok culture, defined by Rolling Stone as: "A man who is very cutesy in a slightly submissive way"...

Both men laugh at the concept, before Mescal, in a cropped cardigan, relays to Scott that it means 'cute'. Scott replies: "Do you think I’m mommy in real life?"

The term’s usage, and indeed both Mescal and Scott’s gentle appreciation of same, are indicative of the pivot Irish men in the public arena have taken towards the hottest trend of the 21st century––femininity. Some would argue that this is nothing new.

From Bowie to Beckham to Rodman to Cobain, men in the public eye have regularly resisted the trappings of toxic masculinity, opting instead to openly play with gender by way of frothy hemlines or pastel linens. But never before has this sartorial and cultural androgyny felt accessible to Irish men, a breed whose actors were generally relegated to rugged, insensitive, and often boorish roles.

Now that they are––or at least now that Irish men have modern effeminate men to model themselves on––it begs the question for us all: have Irish men embraced femininity? And if so, why has it taken so long?

Irish actors have long made significant contributions to Hollywood, from Maureen O’Hara to Brendan Gleeson to Saoirse Ronan to Cillian Murphy. However, for the longest time, male Irish actors were largely cast in rugged, Martin McDonagh-adjacent roles...

Today, it seems another shift is afoot: that Irish men––with the bashful modesty we're unused to with movie stars, and their tendency towards the mysterious (neither Scott, Mescal nor Murphy have public social media accounts)––are approachable, desirable and sensitive enough to be considered leading men...

...Generation Z have made efforts to disassemble toxic masculinity. By celebrating men who lean into qualities typically associated with women––sensitivity, empathy, care, kindness––those presently younger than 30 years of age caused the hypermasculinity wave that reigned in the early 2020s to fall flat...

With hypermasculinity no longer being presented as a plus, the desire to be around a man whose greatest strength is his personality grew in popularity...

While this still can't be said for every Irish man, the fact that some of our most popular stars have stepped away from traditional masculine marketing is a comforting, hopeful sign. As such, a welcome positive masculinity is born. (Indeed, as I type this in a Dublin café, two teenage boys with grey tracksuits and pearl necklaces just stepped into frame.)

Enter, Hollywood. A bonafide dream factory intent on giving the people what they want. Which, if any magazine photoshoot with Irish actors of late will tell you, it’s Paul Mescal in thigh-high boots, Barry Keoghan in woman’s tailoring, Cillian Murphy in silk neckties, or indeed any well-known Irish man in the trappings of a 19th-century dandy...

The good thing is, however, that walls have been broken with this new movement, and Irish men––or indeed, any man––can finally feel free enough to explore themselves through art, fashion or laughter-filled conversation about TikTok terminology.

That, I think anyone can agree, is so babygirl.'

#Gen-Z #TikTok #Andrew Scott #Paul Mescal #Cillian Murphy #Barry Keoghan #All of Us Strangers #“so baby girl”

[pansyfemme]

I LOVE your style as another colors and patterns lover do u have any shops you recommend besides like etsy and such

UMH so like. depends on pricepoint and what you’re looking for. in terms of rlly nice but really expensive stuff theres fashion brand company, big bud press, lucy and yak- but those are kind of exceptions in weirdo and colorful fashion since most brands don’t really have the audience to price that high, the decora and colorful fashion community is rlly small 😭 I also look a lot at pinup and modern fashion type places like modcloth and unique vintage, not so much for most of their stuff but they sometimes have collabs with things like care bears or strawberry shortcake, which works. but in general im a bit fan of kei collective, they’re a collective of USA based artists, mostly in the jfashion circle, and a good portion is colorful and cutesy. (one of their house brands, good fortune, has made some of my favorite peices in my closet.) After that, you’re really looking into individual artists or brands. Candytrap is run by great people and def the best for plus sizes, my only complaint is some of their fabrics are kinda cheap. Clammy Heart! has a lot of really nice stuff, Pretty Sour is like. really small but i’m really excited about their future releases. I really love Ocean in space, she mostly makes shirts but they are damn good shirts. Kirakirakarakasa is really reliable, i love their plush purses sm. I’ve never bought from egglien creations, but a cardigan from them is on my bucket list lol.

something you’ll notice is there are quite a few pastel focused brands but not many for neons and bright colors.. but you can kiiinda work with it. usually i just try and buy a few more pastel items to style with other peices and it works out ok. Thrifting and stuff is of course never out of the question, it’s just a matter of knowing that theres about a .0000001% chance you will be able to find a peice to base an outfit around at a goodwill, usually i just get plain color stuff if it’s vibrant enough and use it as an accent. Vintage or consignment stores can be good but as a fat person I don’t tend to have a whole lot of luck with those.

as always i reccomend you watch cybr.grl’s two part series on decora brands, it’s really helpful. I’m listing mostly USA based brands here but she has reccomendations for Canada, the UK, Australia and Japan as well.

Finding colorful fashion is easier than it’s ever been, but you are gonna have to be creative from time to time. I ended up finding out that brands focused on raves or clubbing actually has a lot of stuff that can work. Just be smart. Theres a lot of knockoffs on shein and stuff of some brands as well as some very low quality stuff out there (i still regret buying from in control although i still wear the stuff i have from them.) so it’s just a matter of trying to see where other people are buying from and realizing what you’re looking for and not looking for.

[underthetree845]

How to Say "I love you"

Chapter Two: The Shadow of The Tree on That Hill

Chapter Index

Armin/Reader

Cws: AFAB reader, Reader is Eren's twin sister, modern high school au, bullying, Armin gets beat up, mentions of death/murder (Armin and Mikasa’s parents), crying (I swear this isn’t just angst)

About 6.2k words

Summary: Flashes of memory from all nine years Armin and Reader have known each other. 

You were six years old the first time Armin’s blue eyes looked up and met yours. They were teary and puffy from crying as he sat on the ground, leaning up against a cement wall. You had seen him around school a few times, in fact he was in your class. The boy seemed pretty smart, always raising his hand and answering the teacher’s questions with an enthusiastic smile. There were a few older kids he was always with, but you could tell they weren’t his friends. His bright eyes dimmed and his form seemed to shrink in knowing submission whenever they shoved him back and forth and called him degrading names, claiming they were just “playing around.” 

You reached out a hand to his timid form and his eyes studied you closely. After a moment, the blonde reached out his hand and accepted yours, standing up and attempting to dry his eyes. 

“Are you okay?” you asked him with a comforting smile. The boy stared at you perplexed, almost as if he didn’t know how to react to your kind tone. 

“Kind of…” Armin muttered, looking down at his disheveled clothes and scrappy appearance. His knees were bloody and battered, he had a bruise on his chin, and his elbow had been sliced open and was bleeding significantly. It looked like it hurt. 

“You shouldn’t listen to them,” you said, straightening out Armin’s cardigan and brushing off some of the dirt. 

“It’s hard,” he sniffled, scrunching his face up and balling his hands into shaky fists. 

You looked at him, your eyebrows twinging in sympathy before you gently took his hand in yours. 

“Come on, my mom can help you get cleaned up, then you can even meet my brother,” you told Armin, taking a step forward and pulling him along. He blinked for a few moments before he felt hot tears beginning to stream down his cheeks, which he hastily wiped away. The bullies were gone, someone was being nice to him, so why did this feeling still make him want to cry? 

You were seven years old when your brother challenged both you and Armin to a “test of bravery” in which you all had to take a leap of faith to the other side of a creek near your house. The water gushed around the rocks and the faint sound of cicadas could be heard in the distance. You were a little ways away from all the houses, which could still be seen faintly if you squinted. The leaves of the canopy above you provided a cool shade and rustled in the wind. 

“Guys, are you sure about this?” Armin asked, peering down at the flowing water. He was within his rights to be concerned; if you did slip, the fall down into the creek wouldn’t be pleasant, but there weren’t enough rocks to have to worry about hitting your head. Plus, you knew for a fact that this specific spot of the creek was shallow enough to stand in and only have the water go up just a little above your knees. 

“Come on Armin, it’s not a big deal,” your brother grinned, sticking his arm straight out in front of him and lining up his thumb in an effort to aim himself properly. He'd seen someone do it on a tv show once. Eren paced back and forth, trying to find the best spot to jump from. 

You placed a hand on Armin’s shoulder reassuringly, and the worry in his eyes seemed to subdue at least a little bit when he glanced over at you. 

“Okay guys, I’m gonna go!” Eren declared, stepping back to get a running start and aim himself at the creek. Your brother shot forward, trying to gain as much momentum as his legs would allow him to before he leaped, arms flailing for a moment before he landed on the other side and staggered slightly. “Ahahah! Yes!” Eren cheered triumphantly, “See? No dumb old creek can stop me.” 

“Okay, my turn,” you said with a new gleam in your eyes. You left Armin’s side and dashed to position yourself the same way Eren had. 

“Be careful!” Armin shouted as you took off, pushing up from the ground and jumping high into the air; Armin’s breath caught for a moment, time seemed to slow down as he waited to see if your effort would be enough. You landed on the other side with a hard thud, wobbling for a moment before jumping and pumping your fist in accomplishment. 

“Come on, Armin! Don’t worry, it’s not that hard!” Eren called, smiling enthusiastically and giving an encouraging thumbs up. 

You and your brother watched as Armin made his way over to where you two had lined yourselves up and positioned himself for a running start. 

“I-I don’t know about this,” Armin stammered, his legs beginning to feel wobbly again. Great, here it is. That feeling that always ate him up inside. No matter how much Armin tried to shake it away, it was like it consumed his entire being. It made his mind race, his hands were always unsteady, and it forced a heavy sense of fear into the pit of his stomach. He hated it, it felt like something was crawling under his skin. 

“You’ve got this Armin!” you shouted, cupping your hands around your mouth and waving from the other side of the creek. He took a deep breath. Ever since he met you, he didn’t get that suffocating feeling as much anymore. He wasn’t sure if you did it consciously or not, but you always seemed to be able to make it disappear, as if it were never there in the first place. Armin took a deep breath to steady himself before pushing off and dashing in the direction of Eren and yourself. He jumped off the ground and for a moment, it felt like he was flying. However, reality is reality and his balance must have been off because when his foot came into contact with the other side of the creek, he slipped. Armin’s eyes widened as he fell back and out of sight. Not long after, you heard a splash. “Armin!” you exclaimed, rushing to the side of the creek to offer your assistance. 

“Seriously?” Eren groaned, but still decided to follow you and make sure Armin was okay. 

He sputtered out water and struggled to his feet as you and Eren climbed down the rocks on the side of the creek to wade over to him. 

“You’re not hurt, are you?” you asked worriedly, taking Armin’s hand and examining it before looking up to see his face, but his gaze was turned away. 

“Why am I like this?” Armin sniffled, taking his hand away from you and clutching it to his chest, “I can’t do anything.” 

“Hey, jumping over a creek doesn’t matter that much,” Eren insisted, but that wasn't how Armin saw it. It wasn’t jumping over the creek specifically, it was the fact that both you and Eren were able to do something so easily while he struggled with it. It had always been that way, with defending himself from torment, climbing trees, having the confidence to speak up. Armin couldn’t do any of those things. All he wanted was to be considered equal to his friends one day, to prove that he could be more than the sad little nobody he was convinced everyone saw him as. 

“But you did do something,” you stated, and Armin met your gaze curiously, “you jumped. Not everyone is brave enough to do that, and since you were afraid, I think that makes you even more brave!” Your smile was warm, the sincerity in your eyes drawing Armin in like a magnet. 

“B-but I couldn’t land, I fell into the creek, both of you saw it,” he insisted, cracks in his expression.

“That’s okay, it was a ‘test of bravery,’ right?” you replied, turning to Eren and he nodded. “Then I think you definitely passed!” you beamed, not a hint of malice or mockery in your tone. 

Armin’s eyes seemed to light up. He wanted to believe you so badly; so, at least for the time being, he decided he would. A small smile creeped up onto his lips as his heart thrummed with appreciation. You two helped him to his feet. He almost felt giddy. No, that wasn’t quite it… why couldn’t he pinpoint what he was feeling?  

You were eight years old when Armin decided to trust you with something special to him. It was true that he’d grown to feel increasingly more comfortable around you (and your brother), but it had become instinct from an early point in his life to prepare for the worst when introducing the topic to someone. With great care, Armin opened the book to his favorite page; the one with ink sketches and descriptions of various great natural landscapes that ranged from icebergs, to tropical forests, to the coastal sea. Thrill ran through his veins. No matter how many times he looked over these pages, they would never fail to make his mind begin to burst with new thoughts and ideas. 

It was an old brown book, and you couldn’t help but wonder why a kid your age would be so interested in something so obviously not written for elementary students. It looked like the type of book adults might use for study or research. As it turns out, you were right. Apparently, it had belonged to Armin’s parents. 

You had never met Mr. and Mrs. Arlert before, always assuming that they were just busy with work or something like that. You and your brother’s eyes widened as you listened to Armin explain that a few years ago, in fact not long before he’d met you, his parents had waved goodbye to go on a three-year-long exploration trip in various locations around the world. They were both mechanics with a thirst for knowledge, and wanted to complete a research study on environments around the world in relation to each other and the way they influence technology. To document their discoveries. Unfortunately, that dream never became a reality. 

That day Armin’s parents kissed him goodbye and left him with his grandfather was the last time he ever saw them. Before they could even start their adventure, their lives were cut short by a tragic plane crash in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

When Armin was told that he wouldn’t be able to see his mother and father anymore, he was inconsolable. He already wasn’t the most outgoing boy, and this certainly didn’t help him when it came to making friends at school. In fact, Armin’s situation only provided more fuel to the jerks that picked on him . Those upperclassmen would look down on him and spit mockeries. “Why do you even bother breathing? Clearly you and your parents were a lot alike, so you deserve to die, just. Like. Them.” “What are you going to do, freak? Go cry to your mom? Oh wait-” Their laughter was sharp and vile. 

The bullying was getting so relentless that Armin’s grandfather had been seriously considering having Armin switch schools just to give the pure-hearted boy a fresh start. He didn’t deserve any of what he was going through. However, things started to change from the moment you reached out your hand. 

Eren, Armin, and yourself were practically inseparable and balanced each other out nicely. You and Eren provided the bold front Armin needed to defend himself, you and Armin both kept Eren from going too far, Armin taught both you and your brother about things you’d never even heard of before. You weren’t sure what dynamic Eren and Armin played in relation to yourself, but you were sure you'd figure it out eventually. 

You were nine years old when an unexpected addition to your life changed the dynamic of the little friend group you three had. Her name was Mikasa Ackerman. 

The change wasn’t unwelcome; although you weren’t sure how you felt about a near complete stranger moving in with you, the opportunity to grow close with another girl your age was something to look forward to. 

Mikasa was reserved, polite, and had grown up in a rural part of town. She never got out much besides her old school, and spent a lot of time at home with her parents. Your father, Grisha, had met her before because he was her family’s doctor and would make day trips out to the countryside to see them. On his most recent visit, he thought it would be a good idea to take you and Eren along to encourage the possibility of a friendship with the girl. You arrived at the Ackerman’s house to find the door left ajar; odd. Your father went in first, and gasped to find Mr. and Mrs. Ackerman covered in blood on the floor, and their daughter nowhere to be seen. Your father ushered you and your brother away from the doorway and called the authorities immediately. Although he was able to confirm that Mr. and Mrs. Ackerman seemed like they had been dead for at least a few hours, he made you and Eren promise to not go inside. Neither of you kept that promise. It was hard to ignore the pools of blood and rotting scent of human flesh, but you and your brother did the best you could to plug your noses and avert your eyes as you searched the house for any sign of Mikasa. As luck would have it, you two eventually found her huddled in the back corner of a closet in one of the bedrooms. She looked like a frightened little kitten, and there was a certain emptiness to her eyes. 

It took a while to get Mikasa to speak, but when she did, Grisha and the police were horrified to find out that she had witnessed her parents be slaughtered right before her eyes. From the intel Mikasa could provide, it sounded like Mr. Ackerman had unintentionally opened the door for some brutal robbers, thinking it was your father there for their scheduled appointment. 

Having no other bedrooms in the house, Mikasa was made to share yours. Full adoption was likely, seeing as Mikasa had no other relatives and would probably feel more comfortable with an adult she knew rather than be put into the foster care system. 

The girl was quiet, and you couldn’t tell if she had always been like that or if that fateful day had left a permanent wound on her soul that would take a while to heal up. Maybe it was both. 

You and your brother introduced her to Armin the next time he came over and they seemed to get along well; the addition of another more thoughtful, reserved person balancing out your friend group nicely. 

One late night, when the stars were out, you had convinced Mikasa to stay up late with you and use the skylight in your room to venture onto the roof. The wind was chilling and Mikasa shivered as you helped her up, but all of that was forgotten as soon as she looked to the sky. That was the first time you saw a genuine sense of awe in the girl’s eyes. 

“It’s like home,” she whispered quietly. Mikasa’s old town didn’t have many street lamps or bright lights, so views like this provided a nice feeling of comfort for her. 

Just then, you heard a clambering thump from where you had just come up and turned to see Eren joining you on the roof. He grunted as he heaved himself upwards and you moved to try to help him but he refused. 

“It’s a lot easier with someone else, you know,” you sighed, watching as Eren made it onto the roof and stood up, dusting himself off. 

“I know, but you’ve never come up here without me before and I felt betrayed,” Eren huffed. 

“I was showing Mikasa,” you replied, crossing your arms. 

“Well you still could’ve told me! Maybe I would’ve liked to show Mikasa too…” Eren grumbled. 

You both decided to just let it go and make your way over back to the girl. She was still staring up at the sky, and you had to admit, this was one of the clearest nights you’d had in awhile. Her long raven hair blew softly in the breeze, and it created an almost ethereal effect combined with the way the moonlight lit up her pale skin. A stronger gust of wind passed by and Mikasa crossed her arms over her chest as she tried to shrink away from the cold. There was a brief pause before Eren sighed and gripped the red scarf around his neck, pulling it off and approaching Mikasa. 

“You can have this,” he said quietly. The emotion on your brother’s face was unrecognizable to you. You had always known Eren better than anyone, so why did his expression look so unfamiliar? 

Mikasa’s eyes shone as she looked at Eren, accepting the red garment as he wrapped it around her. 

“It’s warm, right?” Eren asked, locking his eyes with hers. 

Mikasa stared at him for a moment longer before shifting her gaze down to the cozy fabric and running her hand along it. 

“It’s warm…” she agreed, her voice fragile. She seemed like a glass statue that could break at any moment. 

You sensed a shift in the air. It was slight, but you suddenly felt closer with the two of them. An understanding that went beyond words. Mikasa was alone, hurting, afraid, and you two were her last chance at ever feeling like she belonged again. 

“I’m glad you’re living with us,” you said in a hushed tone, taking a step forward. 

“I’m just… lost,” Mikasa whispered, her voice weak. Her eyes were hazy, as if she didn’t know where to look. 

“Then come on, let’s head back already,” Eren sighed, reaching over to gently grab the sleeve on Mikasa’s wrist. “To our home,” he finished. You could tell your brother was trying to seem like he didn’t care, no matter how blantantly obvious the truth was. 

Mikasa’s eyes widened before they glazed over with tears as Eren led her along. That was the first time you ever saw her cry. 

You were ten years old as Eren, Mikasa, Armin, and you dashed across the meadow you knew so well. Eren led the way, followed closely by Mikasa. He urged all of you along, and you slowed your pace a bit to match Armin’s so he wouldn’t feel left behind. His blonde hair shone in the sun and bounced on every step. His cheeks were flushed from the running and his breathing was growing labored, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wouldn’t stop. 

You all continued across the grass; jumping over puddles, rounding the stone wall until you reached the tree on that hill. 

You all slowed and collapsed with a breath, grinning and letting huffs of laughter escape your lungs as you laid and looked at the sky. 

The clouds were white and puffy as they drifted along. The wind provided a refreshing, serene atmosphere; it was pleasant after all that physical strain on your body. You couldn’t help but smile softly at the color of the sky. It was so clear and blue today; just like the eyes of a certain blonde boy laying right next to you. 

Truth be told, after getting to know Armin, blue had slowly become your favorite color. You weren’t sure when it happened, but you had started to notice the way prolonged eye contact between you two made your heart race. 

You looked to your right to glance over at him and found that Armin was already staring at you, a tender expression on his face and an unexpectedly soft look in his eyes; he almost appeared to be in a trance. His eyes immediately widened and he snapped his head back up to look at the sky when you caught him, embarrassed that he’d let something like that happen. You paused for a moment before giggling softly and turning your head back towards the clouds. 

Did his cheeks turn pink? You wondered, smiling softly to yourself. You paused in thought for a moment, considering the possibility of you making his heart jump the same way he was always doing to you. 

Nah, it’s just from the running, you thought as you reached over and grabbed the boy’s hand, interlocking your fingers with his, Couldn’t be anything else. 

You were eleven years old when something caught your eye from across the school courtyard. 

“Ha! Where’s the sacrilege now? Or does your philosophy say it’s wrong to fight back too?” an older boy taunted, tossing Armin’s book over to one of his friends as Armin stood between them, making attempts to catch it. 

“As a matter of fact, it does!” Armin retorted, jumping towards the boy holding his book and reaching for it as he held it above his head, only for him to throw it to someone else. “I’d rather take a few lumps than brawl like a beast!” Armin huffed. “Oh, so now I’m a beast?” their ringleader spat, grabbing Armin by his collar and yanking him forward roughly. 

“Take a good hard look at yourself and tell me you’re not acting like one,” Armin stared him dead in the eye through his tears, “You resort to violence because your brain’s the size of a walnut!” A few surrounding kids snickered and the bully clicked his teeth, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance. “So pommel me all you want, I’ve already won!” Armin finished. 

“Yeah, well you know what?” the boy said, shoving Armin against the wall and raising his fist, “I’m a sore loser!” 

“Back off!” your brother shouted, dashing up to the scene at full speed, charging forward with an angry look in his eyes. 

“It’s Eren!” one of them took notice. 

The bullies turned their heads and scoffed, snickering amongst themselves before putting their guard up in preparation. 

“Hey, lookie here! Back for more?” another taunted

“You think he would’ve learned his lesson,” the third one cackled, daunting smiles on all their faces. 

“Give this one to me-” one of them started before cutting himself short, “Oh crap! She’s with him!”

They could take Eren on easy; they knew it, you knew it, Armin knew it, and Mikasa did too. As soon as the bullies caught sight of you and her running behind Eren, their faces fell and they turned white as a ghost. You knew they were mostly afraid of Mikasa, but even without her, both of the Jeager twins at once didn’t make for a very nice combo. 

“Run! Just run!” their ringleader shouted, his voice shaky as they all stumbled back. 

“Heh! That’s all it takes, one look! I’m just that scary!” your brother huffed triumphantly, slowing down his pace as the bullies scampered off. 

“Well, one of you is,” Armin sighed, and you had to bite back a laugh. He attempted to stand up but must’ve taken quite a few hits before you three arrived, as he staggered and fell to his knees again with a whimper. 

Your focus immediately shifted to the blonde boy on the ground, and you moved to help him up, offering your hand. 

“Where’d they get you, Armin?” you asked tenderly. The boy stared at your hand for a moment before he looked down and gave a shaky breath. 

You hadn’t misinterpreted the situation, had you? I mean he was clearly hurt, given the way he winced when he tried to move and the cuts and scrapes littered on his face. The state those jerks left him in really made your blood boil. I mean what had Armin ever done to them? Why couldn’t they just let him talk about his dreams to explore the world like his parents wanted to? It wasn't his fault they were too slow to understand. 

“It’s alright. Thank you, Y/n,” Armin nodded before placing a hand on the wall and getting up on his own. 

“Okay..” you trailed off, slightly hurt but mostly confused as to why Armin wouldn’t accept your hand like he did before. 

“Idiots,” your brother snarked, looking off in the direction the bullies had run. 

You were twelve years old when you first accompanied Armin to his favorite place in the whole world. Just travel a few blocks up from your neighborhood into town, make a left at Rose Street, then a right, walk two more blocks, and you’re there. 

The golden bell over the door frame chimed as you entered, and Armin greeted the owner like they were old friends; actually, the possibility wasn’t unlikely. 

A few days ago, Armin was telling you about another book he’d picked up recently when you finally, finally asked where he kept getting them. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he told you about the bookstore. It was wedged in between two other buildings in town; thin, but two stories tall, and Armin felt like it went on forever. The building was old, older than most shops in your town. The outside was painted a forest green and a little wooden sign hung out front. “All Welcome, Bookstore Here,” carved into it. 

The inside was exactly as Armin had described; every wall was lined top to bottom with books, new and old, all organized in beautiful alphabetic harmony. The floorboards creaked under your feet as you walked and you inhaled to find that the air had a unique scent to it, best described as old parchment and sunlight. 

“Armin! Good to see you, I was starting to think you weren’t going to come today,” the old man behind the counter smiled, adjusting the little round glasses that sat over the wrinkles on his face. 

“It’s nice to see you too, Louis,” Armin grinned warmly. He was almost always more reserved in these types of interactions, but with Louis, he seemed to be completely at ease; he must feel really at home in the bookstore. “This is my friend, Y/n Jeager,” Armin said, moving to the side so you could step forward and introduce yourself. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Sir,” you greeted with a polite smile and a small wave. If Armin trusted his man, you would too. 

“Please, just call me Louis,” the man insisted, shaking his head. “You said your name was Y/n?” the man asked and you nodded; for a moment you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes light up. “I’ve heard so much about you,” the man mused, “from Armin, that is.” 

You shot your eyebrows up and turned to Armin with a curious look, not being able to help the smile that grew on your face. Armin blushed immediately and let out a string of incoherent stutters before laughing nervously and grabbing your hand. 

“Well, I’m going to go give Y/n a tour now. Talk to you later, Louis!” Armin called, already dashing out of the old man’s sight. 

“Thank you Louis!” you shouted as Armin led you away. For some reason, the fact that Armin seemed to have told Louis about you on more than one occasion sent butterflies into your stomach. 

You were thirteen years old the day in class when you and Armin got assigned as partners for the end-of-the-year science fair project. When the teacher called out your names together, your heart lept and you looked over to Armin to give him a smile which he meekly returned. Even if it was only for the briefest of moments, your gaze landing on him made his stomach flutter. Lately, there seemed to be a buzzing feeling in his chest around you that he couldn’t get rid of. Armin had never been the type to get distracted in class, but it seemed like more and more recently that he would find himself lost in thought with his eyes resting on you, or having you pop into his brain at random times of day. Armin couldn’t decide whether he minded or not. 

More than a few all-nighters were pulled in preparation for the science fair. You and Armin toiled endlessly for weeks on end; doing research, gathering notes, testing hypotheses, revising, and doing it all over again. Seeing as he was at the top of the class, you basically let Armin choose the topic for you. You were sure whatever he chose would be wonderful anyway. 

You ended up deciding on an in-depth research project on the growth of flowers in various types of soil, different temperatures, exposed to different environments, even down to the best watering cycles for each type of blossom. Eren was growing tired of finding a new potted plant somewhere around the house every other day. 

When the time came to present your project, you and Armin did not fall short. You took care in pinning up the main findings of your research, along with the details of each kind of plant you used and what sorts of things you tested in a way that would be easy for any passerby to understand. There were pictures from the various plant dissections you two conducted, and you had gotten Historia to help you make your poster board look presentable. She was on the yearbook committee, after all. 

Your project caught the eyes of many teachers and parents attending the science fair, and you both did your best to answer all their questions. Armin seemed a little shaky whenever he had to speak, as if he had any reason to be. He was the most intelligent kid in your grade, easy. You wouldn’t even be surprised if he was smarter than most of the upperclassmen. Despite his timid nature, Armin kept up a brave face and answered anyone’s questions with a helpful smile. At that moment, you couldn’t help but admire him. He was clever and observant, but never took it for granted or looked down on others, because that’s just the kind of person he was. That’s just the kind of person you’d grown to care for so deeply. 

After the science fair, you and Armin were instructed to leave all your research results and materials where you had presented them because the proctors still had to go through with grading. 

When you stepped out of school, the last golden rays of sunlight bathed you in their warmth. You squinted for a moment as your eyes adjusted before you could take in the captivating hues of orange and pink swirling in the sky. 

Armin fiddled with his hands for a moment, a nervous habit he had that you hoped to ease at least a little bit whenever you held his hand. When you asked him what was wrong he reached inside his bag and began to pull something out. 

Armin could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Would you think it was weird? Did he get it right? What if you didn’t want them? Would he ever be able to speak to you again? The second he caught your warm gaze, all his thoughts came to a halt. He took a deep breath and pulled out the small bouquet he had been hiding in his book bag. 

You blinked once as Armin held out the purple flowers to you. He was shifting in place and making an effort to avoid your gaze. “I-I’ve been growing them over these past few weeks. They’re not for our project, I took care of them on the side…” he mumbled. He shouldn’t be acting this nervous! His behavior would only make you misinterpret his intentions more! Well not exactly misinterpret, he had come to realize that he liked you, a lot, he just wasn’t quite ready for you to find out yet. This was simply meant to be a kind gesture to test the waters. It was more like he didn’t want you to figure out the real reason giving you flowers meant so much to him, so he forced himself to meet your gaze. 

You were taken aback by the sight in front of you. The warm rays of sun lit up his skin so perfectly, a light breeze blew through his hair, there was a faint flush on his cheeks, and his eyes stood out the most; not only because of their color, but because of the shy yet endearingly hopeful look in them. 

You did your best to memorize what you saw before you reached your hands out and gently took the bouquet from him. 

“Thank you, Armin,” you said quietly, looking down to admire the blooms. You brought them up to your face to savor the sweet smell with a smile before noticing something. “How did you know these were my favorite?” you asked, looking up to meet Armin’s eyes again. 

“Well, ah, you know…” Armin chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, “I didn’t. Just luck, I guess.” 

Liar, you thought with a loving sigh. 

You were fourteen years old when the picture sitting on the mantle in your house was taken. The people in it are Eren, Mikasa, Armin, and you, wearing your middle school graduation robes. 

“Look here kids!” your mother called, holding out her camera with a proud grin. The four of you lined yourselves up and let her and Armin’s grandfather get a few pictures before you got to talk amongst yourselves. 

“What are we going to do if we’re not all in the same class in high school next year?” Armin asked, his eyes passing over your faces but lingering on yours for a moment longer. 

“Even if we’re not, we can still meet up in the hallway and at lunch and after school,” you replied, a solemn but hopeful smile on your face. 

“Plus we’ll have three years of high school which means three chances to end up in the same class,” your brother pointed out, and you nodded. 

This seemed to ease Armin’s anxieties at least a little bit, but a moment later you saw his eyes flicker with tears and his eyebrows lowered. 

“Three more years of this, huh?” Armin said in a shaky breath. His smile was joyful yet held sorrow, heartwarming but you also felt as if it could break you. You wished you could paint a picture of it, but for now, Armin just needed a hug. 

“What do you mean ‘three more years of this,’ Armin?” you said softly, placing your hands on his shoulders, “first of all, three years is a lot of time, and we’re going to be together through all of it.” The boy bit his lip at your statement and struggled to hold back tears. “And second of all, what makes you think this is going to be over once we all graduate high school?” you asked with a gentle smile, “We’re going to be together for a long time after this too.” 

Armin finally broke at your words, sniffling softly as big tears began to fall down his cheeks. 

“Of course you’d cry at graduation,” Eren rolled his eyes before placing a hand on his best friend's back. 

“S-sorry, I told myself I wouldn’t, I just…” Armin croaked, wiping his sleeves over his eyes as the tears continued to fall. 

“Just come here,” you sighed softly, pulling the boy into a hug and holding his form tightly against yours. It took a brief moment for Armin to return the gesture, and only a second longer for Eren and Mikasa to join you on either side. Armin’s cheeks flushed as he melted into the embrace. How had he gotten so lucky with such amazing friends? 

You sighed into the hug before pulling back slightly, a warm smile on your face. 

“We’re always going to stick together, do you all promise?” you asked, looking around the circle. Mikasa and Eren nodded, then you looked at Armin again. “Got it?” 

Armin paused for a moment before his lips formed a shaky smile on his tear-stained cheeks. 

“Yeah!” he huffed with a nod, pulling you all into another tight embrace. 

Your mother’s eyes softened at the scene, and she couldn’t help but snap a picture. This will go on the mantle, she thought. 

Now, you are fifteen, and as it turns out, you didn’t end up having to worry about being put in separate classes. The first term of the school year was almost over, and summer break was drawing near. 

On the way back from school one day, Armin noticed a small gray kitten huddled underneath a bush in the rain. Mikasa and Eren went along ahead but you and Armin stayed to try to coax the little creature out. When you finally did, however, the storm worsened and you wound up staying the night at Armin’s house with him and his grandfather, along with a new little friend. 

Now, you and Armin were nestled cozily on the couch together as the storm raged on outside. 

Armin’s grandfather had gone to check on the kitten before bed, but instead was met with the sight of you two resting against each other in the living room, fast asleep. He chuckled warmly and went to Armin’s room for a moment before returning with a blanket. Armin’s grandfather unfolded the fabric and laid it over you two gently, making sure to tuck in the sides so it wouldn’t slip off. 

“Kids…” he sighed quietly, giving you two one last glance before heading upstairs to go to bed.

Chapter Three: Not a Date

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[cactusringed]

hi its t im being so bdubs coded rn. i got a pocket watch finally!! it was a gift from my parents (that they lost for like a month) and now im trying to figure out how to style it fycsnjgjtug

like my fav idea is having it as like a belt chain, maybe with some jars of moss as other charms

i got invited to have Christmas lunch with my gfs family!! and apparently a lot of their family is gay and i just wanna impress them yk

anyway if you have any headcanons for all the different ways bdubs has worn a clock lmk so i can take some inspo👀

Funnily enough i have a few pocket watches of my own, and two necklaces made of old watch parts because I'm a sucker for pocket watches, clocks, and Steampunk gears and stuff lol

Having a lil watch dangling from one's waistcoat or, with modern clothing, a pocket of a cardigan or jacket, is an all-time classic, along with having it hanging from a belt loop thingy. Sometimes I tangle mine in my steampunky fanny pack lol so it hangs nicely

As for bdubs himself I usually draw his clock hanging from his neck with thick chains because I think it's cute, it's visually appealing and helps it feel like a prominent part of him. Plus, I hc bdubs as genuinely getting comfort from looking at his clock, knowing what time it is, sometimes I make him mentally ill about it lol, so having it very easily accessible is useful.

Otherwise, having it on his belt - either a nice thick belt from which it can hang, or a thin chain belt leading to it dangling, can be a cure design, too

#T anon

[c1ittorus]

okayy okayyyy my friend and her bf cosplayed as makima and denji/csm back in may and omgggg i was kinda like 🥺💝🥺💞🥺💕 about it even tho i didn't know the characters lmaoo 😭 cosplay isn't my thing but man do people pull off some LOOKS!!!! 😭😭😭 sooooooo what characters would you cosplay (as?) if you could? 🥺

makima and denji how cuteee 🥰🥰🥰 I have SO many ideas honestly, as you know i love makeup so the closest i ever get to cosplay is makeup looks inspired by characters. I’m really into modernizing the outfits characters wear, i like to imagine how they would dress in different “aesthetics” i think it would be easier to piece together looks that way too.

i have this idea for a naruto cosplay like i have pieces of the look already together i just need an orange jacket (or this REALLY cute cardigan i found online i literally almost bought it with nothing in my bank account lmaoo) I also really want to do a starfire cosplay, I have the vision i just need to make it happen lol. I also have a vision for a kaneki cosplay, I actually do have most of the pieces for that one so maybe i’ll do that as a halloween look.

My coworkers and I talked about going to this anime convention coming up soon so I was really thinking of some easy ones to throw together. I don’t think I would go full costume, but instead, do the looks in my own personal style that way I wouldn’t feel too out of place for a beginner you know? (plus i like shopping and i feel like this gives me an excuse to do that lmaoooo) Also I am so sorry for rambling, can you tell how into this I am.

[msommers]

i have the horror genre brainrot and have been playing dead by daylight nonstop lately, so here’s a bunch of fun concepts for a few ocs as survivors. for elide and maeve i like to imagine they were plucked from their fantasy worlds~ just because it brings to mind some funny imagery while putting them next to regular ass modern folk. (tagging @carminasolis bc of the recent ask you sent! here are half of the requested thoughts 😂)

ELIDE.

perk #1 — perpetual calculations. you always think multiple steps ahead, preparing for success and failure alike. for each successful great skill check you gain a token, storing a total of 3/4/5 per trial. when you fail a skill check you expend one of your tokens, granting you the chance to immediately attempt the skill check once more with a 15%/20%/25% better chance at success. only one token can be expended per failed skill check. 

perk #2 — trick shot. you've scrounged for materials over the course of your last few trials, giving you enough to craft a single shot for the arbiter (the scattergun elide invented in andaria). once per trial you can activate the second ability button while standing still, pulling out the arbiter and taking aim. you can shoot at a range of up to 8/12/16 meters, stunning the killer for 4 seconds if you successfully hit them. 

perk #3 — rapid repair. you know how to quickly fix damaged machinery. you can see the auras of incomplete generators within a 8/16/24meter range. you gain a 8%/10%/12% bonus to repair speed while repairing generators below 60% progress.

outfits — would probably be her outfits from this art line-up! syllerian would be the default, casual a rare and orothelli the very rare. another very rare could be one of her modern outfits. a deep green teddy bodysuit under a pair of tight-fitting black jeans and a red cardigan. half-up crown braid styled hair.

MAEVE.

perk #1 — damsel in distress. physical fights aren't your strong suit, but you have faith that your friends will always come to your aid. other survivors gain 10%/15%/20% speed while healing and rescuing you from a hook. when a survivor takes a protection hit for you while you're being chased, you both gain a 7% haste status effect for 4/5/6 seconds.

perk #2 — historical accounts. from the grim journals of maeve sommers, you recognize the details of your next trial’s setting. at the start of the trial, auras of generators, chests, hooks and totems are revealed to all survivors for 8/10/12 seconds within a 32 meter range.

perk #3 — the bard's muse. there's nothing wrong with a bit of idolization every once in a while. at the start of the trial, one other survivor is chosen at random to be your muse. the aura of your muse is revealed to you when you are within 8/16/24 meters of them. while your muse’s aura is revealed to you, they gain 8%/10%/12% action speed while repairing generators, unhooking survivors and healing.

default outfit — her outfit in the art here! prolly with pink and blue recolor options uwu

rare outfit — prolly a cute and more casual outfit, something she’d be found wearing at her estate. a dark purple long-sleeved top with ruffles around the edges and a floor-length black ruffled skirt to match, then a corset over the top which has flowers embroidered on it purely for the aesthetic bc who needs function. honestly could look good in a roughed up state.

very rare outfit — mayhaps just a modern maeve outfit bc why not. hair in half-up space buns. a lace heavy shirt worn underneath a flower patterned elbow length button-up, both tucked into a pair of light jeans. bi pride patch stitched onto one of the back pockets and wearing a bunch of jewelry plus pink heart-shaped glasses.

SPENCER.

perk #1 — seeker’s study. your deductive and perceptive skills can aid your allies. perks that allow you to reveal the aura of the killer last 3/4/6 seconds longer. whenever you reveal the killer’s aura, other survivors within range can also see their aura.  

perk #2 — rogue’s evasion. outrunning dangers seems to be a family inherited trait. gain a token for each successful pallet stun and rushed vault while being chased, up to a maximum of 3/5/7 tokens. for each token you gain a 1% haste effect while being chased by the killer. being put into the dying state or being hooked removes all tokens.

perk #3 — cosmic resistance. you are less afraid of the eldritch and arcane after accepting the harsh truths of the universe. killer perks effects that affect you within their terror radius are reduced by 8%/12%/18%. you recover from status and passive effects 4%/7%/10% faster and reduce the remaining duration of exhaustion by 6/8/10 seconds when you escape a chase.

default outfit — a denim jacket worn over a stripe patterned t-shirt, accompanied by dark blue jean leggings and a messenger bag slung across her shoulder. variants change the pattern of her shirt and shade of her jacket/pants. loose hair.

rare skin — a knee-length brown, wool double-breasted trench coat worn over a green sweater and light blue pair of jeans. her hair is up in a messy bun.

very rare skin — mandy thompson morph (like the stranger things/resident evil specials). she wears a yellow tweed jacket over top a dark brown shirt with a belt around her middle, with a below-the-knee box-pleated red skirt and plain dark knee stockings underneath. her glasses and pearl necklace are pristine baybee.

map — velma’s diner in arkham city, though from way back when in the 1930s~ when eldritch cult activity was at its peak in the city and investigators needed a space to relax and grab some food. and then, y’know, make it extremely fucked up. kind of as if the old cult had succeeded in summoning a great one and the city got screwed as a result, the entity pulled that universe’s version of it. the main building is the diner which has broken windows, doors and walls opened as vaults. the inside has a load of retro decorations and electronics, and in some places amidst all the random clutter there can be seen notes and gear of investigators that were still working to fight the good fight. the long countertop and rearranged barricades made out of the tables/booths are your classic loops. the outside is the parking lot and a small bit of the forest behind the diner, a killer’s shack replacing what was probably a utility shack of some kind just a small bit off to the side of the diner, and a road that you can cross. the other side has a handful of storefronts with signs so dilapidated that you can’t make out what they once were, but who cares bc there’s probably some generator spawns there.

killer — leader of the cult of atlach-nacha, aka the cult spencer was working against in her home realm. a humanoid man that has started to morph from his time spent devoted to and communicating with eldritch beings, able to call upon their powers for his machinations. probably that classic of having one tentacle-eqsue growth on one arm that has overtaken half the chest, making him a bit lopsided in stature but incredibly strong with that arm. not too sure about his ability. could be a case of calling on the power of the eldritch “deity” he worships to summon a tangible circle of the cosmos in a certain radius, triggering a countdown that leads to the survivors being confronted with the absolute horrors of reality and becoming afflicted by manifestations of that deity which could slow/injure them. ways to rid themselves of the effects could perhaps be reading one of mandy’s journals that are scattered throughout the map because her sensible, clinical ass notes can clear the mind lmao. i DO know that it’d be dope to have a perk  about conflicting loyalties, where he can displease his eldritch deity by instead working with the entity to alter smth in the trial. i don’t know what but it sounds cool from a character perspective.

i don’t know exactly Why it would have happened, but i know the When of spencer and the cult leader being brought into the entity’s realm would have been right in the middle of spencer and her friends attempting to disrupt the cult’s big ritual. two of the biggest players on that board being yoinked would have been really sucky so who knows what happened after that (i mean, i do. in this fake scenario her friends would have 100% won because she has really skilled allies lol)

#ch: elide harker #ch: maeve sommers #ch: spencer thompson #misc: au ramblings #spencer's special and got actual map/killer concepts bc her character lends well to this game lmao #elide and maeve are just for the lulz #i might have more thoughts in the future just bc it's me?? but this is what i have atm and it was v fun #i discovered while working on this that a lot of custom perk makers all have the same thoughts. we share braincells #ok so elide's perks were inspired by her class features and feat #perpetual calculations is just a spin on her lucky feat (or how i always pictured her lucky feat working instead of pure luck) #maeve's were the easiest to come up with just base concepts bc they're so core to her character #yeah ofc the bard who wants to build up witchers and non-humans is gonna offer pure support perks #spencer's took a bit longer but i liked how they ended up! esp rogue's evasion bc it's very Her #favorite overall is probably bard's muse or perpetual calculations tbh bc i'd like to actually use them #anyhow i am in fact also writing scattered quarry au thoughts whenever i'm lying in bed so that's another thing #but dbd got a bitch in a stranglehold so #too lazy to add the character banners <3 #smash that post button bc i'm tired of lookin @ all this

[lilymoonstars]

How do I love Thee?

Chapter 2 - New Gal about Town

Note: This story will be centred around female parker and male Cas. This will also contain spoilers so please proceed with caution!

Suitable for teen audiences and up

With a gratifying thud you dropped the last box on the floor in the living room which was currently doing an incredibly good impression of a junkyard. A sea of boxes and pieces of furniture now filled every space, it was a hoarder’s paradise. It didn’t seem possible for two people to have so many possessions, much less that it had fit in the old apartment.

“Mum?” you called walking back through the house, taking care not to bump anything. No answer. She wasn’t in the kitchen anymore either. Nothing had been unpacked but an open box of baby photos and a trail of Styrofoam peanuts scattered up the stairs were useful clues. Sure enough when you got to her room, she was sat on the floor encircled by photos.

“Really? I turn my back for one second and you’re trying to commune with the seventh circle of hell?”

Her sniffling grew louder as she handed over a photo. “I j-just can’t b-believe it. How can m-my b-baby be starting her s-senior year? Your bum u-used to fit in the p-palm of my hand a-as I r-rocked you to s-sleep. N-now your bum doesn’t fit in my palm anymore and you’re all grown up and soon you won’t need me anymore!” She broke off suddenly dissolving into wails.

The photo was of you at 6 months old, wrapped up warm against the Boston winter chill. Try as she might to get your attention, she failed miserably but had the biggest smile on her face as she pointed at the camera. Her eyes shining with pure love and happiness. Both of you together like always.

“Mum, this is exactly why I gave you kitchen duty,” you sighed.

She looked up from the floor with her best puppy dog eyes on full display. Damnit.

“Come on. We both need some fresh air and it’s about time we went exploring too. Plus, I seem to remember someone promising me a shopping spree!”

“I guess I did,” she laughed. “Phew, moment over! Let’s go get my baby some new threads!”

Your insides curdled in embarrassment. “For both of our sakes, please never say that again.”

***

Arms laden with bags filled to the brim with school supplies, you headed to the small boutique next to the library. Crimson Beech was much larger than it had appeared the other night, the past two hours had been spent exploring the main promenade of town. A small bell tinkled overhead as the door opened. The shop was small but had modern furnishings. Sunlight poured through the glass storefront illuminating the pure white décor inside. Clothes filled the shelves inside, offering a lot more choice than you expected. Squeezing past two girls in the centre aisle, you headed to a pair of faded blue ripped jeans.

“They would go great with these!” A girl said enthusiastically at your side. In one hand she held a deep red crop top that crossed over at the bottom. In the other was a quilted black leather jacket embossed with gold studs. “The red will compliment your hair beautifully,” she promised, “trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”

It was a little more daring than your usual choices. The over-sized white jumper and faded jeans you had on paling in comparison. However, the whole point of this move was for a change and maybe this was a good first step. It definitely screamed ass-kicking confidence.

“I’m Phoebe by the way,” she introduced herself.

“I’m Parker, I’m new around here,” you offered with a small, awkward wave.

“Trust me sweetie, we don’t get new blood round here often. Everyone in town knows who you are.”

Heat flooded your cheeks at her words. Any hopes of you had of blending in unnoticed disappeared.

“Parker! What do you think about this?” Your mum asked holding a purple dress and long, knitted cream cardigan. It looked very cosy, perfect for the autumnal weather outside. Taking it from her, you headed towards the changing rooms. A few minutes later you walked back over to your mum with a twirl.

“What do you think?”

“You look stunning Parker! Very pretty and smart. Go get changed and we’ll pick up some food.”

“Wait! I have one more outfit I want to show you!”

Locking the door, you were pulling on the outfit Phoebe had helped put together when there was a knock at the door.

“Just a second!”

“Parker, I’m sorry. I just had a call from my boss, he wants me to come in for a de-brief on one of my cases.” A credit card slid beneath the door. “Take my card, my treat. Love you!” She shouted, her footsteps receding down the corridor.

Pocketing her card, you went to the larger mirror at the end of the changing rooms, hoping Phoebe would be around for a second opinion. Pulling self consciously at the bottom of the top you worried if it was a little too much. Your red curls cascaded past your shoulders as you freed them from under the jacket collar. It was a little wild but taming it was a losing battle. Phoebe had been right though; it did go well together.

A low whistle sounded from further in the store as you made eye contact with the boy in the mirror. A wolfish grin covered his face as he stalked towards you. He was completely unashamed as his eyes roved over you from head to toe. “Much better, this one is my favourite.”

Your face burned. How long had he been there?

“Not too long,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

That had been out loud!? If there was ever a time for the ground to open and swallow someone whole, this was it. He looked at you like a predator with their prey as he took his lower lip into his mouth. He prowled ever closer, his black combat boots thudding against the wooden floor. He dressed in black head to toe save for the white shirt that stretched across his chest under a black leather jacket. The only colour on this was his silver-lilac hair, pairing well with the silver piercings in his left eyebrow and ear.

“If you stare any longer, I’ll have to charge you. My eyes are up here New Girl,” he drawled. His voice filled with smug satisfaction.

Over his shoulder, you spotted the two girls from earlier whispering and giggling behind their hands and anger sparked inside you. “So are mine but that didn’t stop you.”

His grin stretched even wider. “So, she does speak,” he murmured inching closer to your face, “I was worried that I’d stunned you so thoroughly with my beauty that you’d never recover.”

“No, you almost suffocated me with your overwhelming ego, but I think I’ll make a full recovery.”

A bark of laughter burst from him, ringing through the store. “Oh, New Girl, I like you. Something tells me we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.

“Cassius, turn your you-ness down a few notches,” Phoebe warned.

His face soured. “I’ve told you not to call me that.” He spit at Phoebe before focusing back on you. “Get the outfit New Girl,” he said, twirling one of your curls around his finger, “It suits you.”

A little dazed, you didn’t notice him leave.

“Don’t mind Cas, he just likes messing with people. In a few weeks he’ll move onto someone else.”

Blankly nodding at her, you bought your outfits and headed to the hospital. The whole way trying to convince yourself you’d be happy if he did.

***

Like everything else in this town Crimson Beech hospital seemed much bigger than a town this size needed, the outside showed that it spread over several floors. Glass doors opened with an exhale leading to a skylit covered atrium. The smell of bleach hung heavy in the air as porters bustled patients back and forth, trolley wheels squeaking across the linoleum. A large, stone staircase led to the open balconies above. To its left was a reception area with plush leather seating, making up a generous waiting area. The staff looked rushed of their feet. There was already someone in the waiting area and you sank into one of the leather seats opposite.

“Umm excuse me, can you help me? I’m a little lost.” A friendly smile lit up his face, so unlike Cas’s earlier.

“Sure, where abouts do you need to be?”

“I’m not sure to be honest! My mum’s the new medical examiner, I’m trying to find her office.”

“You must be Parker! I’m Gabe, nice to meet you!”

Blinking in surprise you weren’t sure if it would ever stop feeling unsettling that everyone knew who you were. After his initial excitement, he must have registered your look of surprise.

“.. That was a weird thing to say when we haven’t met wasn’t it? Let me start again, I’m Gabe. I volunteer for Dr Lewyn on the children’s ward. He’s your mum’s new boss. He said that you’d both be arriving soon.”

There was something endearing in his awkwardness. He exuded a warmth that immediately put you at ease.

“The medical examiners’ office is om the 3rd floor, I’ll take you there.” He said leading you to the elevators. “What do you think to Crimson Beech so far?”

“It’s taking some time to adjust; I’m not used to strangers knowing who I am. The town seems very charming though it’s like something out of a fairy-tale.

“Just wait until you hear some of the stories of the towns founding. Legend has it that Crimson Beech was discovered by vampire hunters. Honestly!” He insisted at the look of disbelief on your face.

The elevator doors slid open into another lobby as Gabe led you down another corridor. “How about you? Have you always lived here?”

“Born and bred. My ancestors go all the way back to when the town was founded.” He stopped outside a door half-way down the corridor. “This is your mum’s office.”

“Thanks Gabe.”

“Wait,” he called, causing you to turn back around. “You’ll need someone to show you around on your first day. If I get your number, maybe we can arrange to meet?”

Giving a mock gasp, you placed a hand to your chest, “Gabriel! Was this all a ploy to get my number?!”

His mouth open and closed comically for a second until he finished lamely, “I’m senior class president, it’s my job.”

Taking pity on him, you called yourself from his phone before handing it back over. “I’m expecting one hell of a tour,” you teased before disappearing inside.

“Speak of the devil, here she is! Lewyn this is my daughter Parker,” she introduced as you shook his hand. He looked to be about your mum’s age but there was something about his piercing blue eyes that seemed ancient. A coldness that eclipsed Gabe’s earlier warmth.

“I’ll leave you to it Terri, I’ve already taken up too much of your time already. Thank you again for coming on such short notice. These animal attacks are becoming concerningly frequent and with losing our last examiner so unexpectedly, we were really in need of some help. Nice to meet you, Parker.” With a slight nod he turned and left the office.

“So? What do you think?!” She squealed, spinning in her chair, “I can’t believe it’s all mine!”

“I’m really proud of you mum.” you told her honestly.

“And you heard what Lewyn said! There’s been a series of mysterious attacks that need investigating!”

“That’s funny, I heard animal attacks.” A warning tone colouring your voice as she waved your concerns away. “Mum, no. Don’t start this again. This is what happened last time and why we’re here now.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry!” She said as she enveloped you in a hug. “I’m just excited to be working cases again. I promise it won’t be like last time, ok? Now let’s go get some take out and watch a rubbish movie, yeah?”

As she gathered her things and ushered you to the door, you really wanted to believe her and if it hasn’t been for the case files that peeked over the top of her bag as she locked the door, you may have.

Note: Thank you all so much for your likes and comments on the stories so far! It's lovely to hear that you're enjoying the story so far!

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[katielovably]

Name: Lou "bones"Castion

Nickname: Lou's Nickname is due to their ability to find bones and their hobby of collecting bones

Born: May 10,1910

Age: 14 (114)

Eye color: hazel

Hair: dark brown almost black (depending on light)

Nationality: French-Romanian (plus Greek from Hades)

Clothing: Brown/ beige knitted cardigan (made by hand) or hand-me downs jackets over camp t-shirt or over a white cotton shirt, serge or gabardine trousers or a skirt made ether plad, brown or whatever fabric they can get a hold of, lace-up Oxford shoe sometimes a black wide brimmed black hat with a yellow ribbon wrapped around it with one of their mother's wheel of fortune tarot card in it (but only sometimes when its sunny and Lou wants to keep the summer sun off).

Mortal parent: Anne-marie Castion (May, 4 1885- April, 12 1920) a French Roma woman who was a gypsy who was a fortune teller/ mediums (how she got attention of Hades) who was a performer with the mandolin, singing or dancing a traditional Romanian dances. She used to travel around the France and the UK, the gypsy convoy she and Lou were part of was huge with the members becoming Lou's family. She died from scarlet fever when Lou was 10, Lou was taken in by one of the members they thought of as a aunt

Godly parent: Hades who tried helping in his own way while keeping the gods not noticing

Pet: skeleton cat named Skully. A gift from Hades, the cat appearing next to them while they mourned and comforted them after the funeral of Anne-Marie. The convoy found themselves in a circus when Lou was 11 which got Lou to America where with Hades's guidance, Skully lead Lou to the Lotus hotel (how Lou got to modern time).

Half- brother: Nico di Angelo, he's happy to have another siblings and shows Lou different things from how to play mythomagic to how to control their abilities along with find Lou when they randomly shadow travel or shadow travels in general as they get use to it. Nico is very protective of Lou seeing his sister or his younger-self in them (or both).

Half-sister: Hazel Levesque. Lou never actually met Hazel but Nico tells them about her along with when Hazel sends letters to Nico he and Lou would read the letter together but Nico says they'll go to Camp Jupiter someday to see her. Nico doesn't trust Lou outside camp.

Friends: River Lavallee ( Canadian child of Poseidon) who is the only one to stick up for themwho they get bullied or bossed around by Emery Cleveland (child of Zues) who could also be called Lou's friend but Emery is very controlling making Lou almost mute and "forces" them to hang out with Emery to make them better because they're the child of Zeus. Anyways River makes them laugh and doesn't judges Lou may it be with them comfortable to hang out listening to stories from both Lou and River (Lou has a crush on River,  Nico always warns them to be wary of falling for a child of Poseidon... he has experience with Percy) . Lastly Lux (child of Apollo) who is deaf but they do everything their siblings do. the two met in the infirmary, Will assist/ translate for Lux, Will is Nico's boy friend so they each other a lot which meant Lou would get a lesson on sign language while the  other two do boy friends stuff. (I will do a character list of them too)

Favorite camper: Apollo kids because they're funny and interesting but they're busy bees even Lux (also they're the yellow)

Least Favorite campers: Aries kids. They're loud and scary. also Clift Lewis, son of Aries bully Lou and Lux. Cliff tried with River but River gives them a fight which is why Cliff pesters River.

Favorite color: yellow. It's the color of their and their mother's favorite flower and it's bright and beautiful (compared to other colors from the 1910's)

Less Favorite color: Vermilion (not a nice color to them also reminds them as the Aries kids)

Favorite music: music from the 1900's and Lo-fi because it's calming, they enjoy listening to Lux play music

Least Favorite music: rock and rock (to loud)

Favorite drink: herbal tea or grape lemonade

Favorite food: potato gratin with freshly beaked bread and chocolate pudding for dessert (just like their mother made them)

Hobby: collecting rocks (a hobby they share with River who collect shells using an ability similar to Lou's bone),  and bones they find using their ability (don't worry, the bones are usually of dead animals along with some fossils which is cool) also other shiny things they find and interesting new thing they get a hold of they hav a shelf with Mason jars filled with rocks, jewelry and small bones., another hobby of theirs is knitting/crotchet and sewing which is how they make they're clothes which their mom taught them (that's the only way Lou got clothes besides hand-me downs from other kids from the convoy) before dying. Reading, Lou loves to Read especially with their friends. Lou and River also enjoys reading together, reading under trees or each other cabins. Lou enjoys reading in the Poseidon cabin, it smells like sea salt. There are windcrimes in the window... anyway , Fortune tellering (they talk to the dead as ability, they're not as interesting as makes them out to be and are actually quite annoying and whiny but they're company when Lou is alone and peaceful knitting) with their mom's cards which they're not a good at it as she was.

Character traits: Lou is very loyal, gentle, soft spoken if they talk at all. Respectful. Shy until they get use to the person. They have a hard time connecting to people their age due them technically being the age normal people die except for Nico who is also from the 1920's, making Lou older but Nico is three years older in physical age. Lou is ok with not going on quests they enjoy listening to stories about adventures not actually go on them. Lou enjoys the quiet life the camp offers but off course camp was all about training for just in case. They're afraid River might bring them on a quest with them one day... yes spend time with them but also Lou heard enough from Nico to not want to leave the camp add less it's to get snacks.

Abilities: similar to Nico and Hazel's besides the ability to sense bones.

I give permission to draw Lou (please be respectful also I want to see them) and they're friends. I will do River and Lux's character profile things I just wanted to do Lou. I might cosplay Lou

#oc #oc's #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson oc #camp half blood #demigods #child of hades

[omagazineparis]

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C'est un moyen pour eux d'exprimer leur personnalité, même emmitouflés dans des couches de vêtements chauds. 5 idées de tenues pour votre enfant en hiver La tenue douillette Optez pour une robe tricotée Billieblush aux teintes douces de rose ou de bleu ciel. Ajoutez des collants épais et une paire de bottes fourrées pour garder votre petite au chaud. Un manteau duveteux Billieblush avec des détails amusants comme des petits nœuds ou des motifs étoilés complétera parfaitement cette tenue hivernale. La tenue festive Pour les occasions festives, une robe scintillante de Billieblush avec des touches de paillettes ou de motifs ludiques sera parfaite. Accompagnez-la d'une paire de collants chatoyants et de ballerines scintillantes. Un cardigan doux ou un blazer structuré de Billieblush ajoutera une couche de chaleur sans sacrifier le style. La tenue décontractée Pour les jours décontractés, optez pour un ensemble de jogging Billieblush confortable et stylé. 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