#sweater in my national colours

[milf-harrington]

[image description: a digital drawing designed to look like a polaroid, showing steve harrington and eddie munson.

Steve is sitting back against a wall wearing a yellow sweater and black framed glasses, he's looking at something out-of-frame and has a lit cigarette between his lips.

Eddie is presumably laying in his lap, only his head and part of his arm visible, an acoustic guitar over his chest. a majority of the guitar is out of frame, with only the top of the body and the neck actually in the photo. Eddie is looking up at Steve with a smile.

the polaroid's caption reads: "eddie attempts to serenade steve, gets distracted in the process. '87'." in capital letters.

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i started this last week but didn't get a chance to finish it until tonight, i''m not 100% sure how the colours are gonna turn out bc my computer is being weird but: here ya go steddie nation

#steddie #steddie fanart #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanart #my art

[roobiedo]

Happy Pride Month and (very belated) Solarpunk Aesthetic Week! I wanted to redesign my longtime OCs, so I decided to give them a thematic twist!

Self-indulgent details about their designs under the cut:

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From left to right:

Mia Based on the romantic/cottagecore style, and incorporating aspects of Eastern/Central European folk dresses, such as the Czech kroj. Her vest is made from recycled overalls and excess fabric from her apron. Her natural motif is fungi -- her bow and earrings are amanita mushrooms (if you squint, her skirt looks like one too), and the frills on her collar + sleeves are chanterelles!

Clyde He's a bohemian kinda guy, so I kept his silhouette relaxed and unstructured + harem pants + accessories. The exception is his jacket, a union of 3 different garments made to loosely resemble traditional Indian clothing like the achkan. His natural motif is the sun - hence the warm tones, which is contrasted with splashes of teal, the colour of his aura (its a fictional superpower thing).

Glace His style is more preppy/academia - turtlenecks and sweaters are his type, so I gave him 3! Sewn together in a visible mending-esque style (inspired by tumblr solarpunks and their fashion projects)! His palette is taken from the mlm flag, and there's subtle elements of a Korean hanbok - his collar, sleeve shape, sash and tassel. Rips in his pants are covered by cloud patches (his motif), all dyed to match the aesthetic!

Simmer Her thing is streetwear with a cultural twist - her top combines a bomber jacket and a Chinese qipao/cheongsam. Her detachable sleeves are extended via sewn-on zippers (useful as her powers generate a lot of heat)! Her motif is the phoenix, with patterns on her shirt and collar, hand-decorated using the batik method. Her hair streaks are inspired by stripes on a tiger - Malaysia's national animal.

Axis She's all about the y2k aesthetic, with translucent tights and a hoodie stylishly revamped to form a super crop top + a figure-hugging bodysuit. Her design is inspired by indigenous Andean fashion, such as the Ecuadorian pollera, which her skirt might be repurposed from. Her motif is butterflies, as seen in her earrings, the shape of her bodysuit, and the wing-like curves of her skirt.

Piper Initially wanted a punk-ish vibe for him but he might be a bit too cute now oops! His jacket is a mashup of 3 different pieces, and his jeans are a patchwork of denim. He's got iconic looks from French fashion (beret and scarf), as well as some African designs (the vertical pattern I referenced looked like plant cells, but also like binary code? I thought it was so on theme)! His motif is obviously plants of all types!

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Thank you for checking this out (especially if you got this far)!!! ♡♡♡

#art #artists on tumblr #character design #pride #solarpunk #fashion #culture #oc #wish i couldve finished this in time for solarpunk aesthetic week but. drawing is hard ;; #maybe i'll render it in the future #also! im not an expert on cultural clothing so please correct me if i got anything wrong! still learning! #roobiedoodle #the leftoverse #tl mia #tl clyde #tl glace #tl simmer #tl axis #tl piper

[unhetalia]

More than 1 note on a post? I'm gonna take that as people being interested! The follow up of my first character headcanon post - this time for England and Russia aka my America love interests.

England:

Can be described as one word: sharp. Sharp jawline, sharp eyes, thin mouth. He has an eyebrow piercing - he rarely wears it nowadays, but he made the piercing with magic so it's always there. He has an eyebrow slit from a scar he got from the old days - from a battle with a magical creature that never healed. All the other nations are fascinated with it because scars are so rare among their kind (and also because with how England's eyebrows are, it's very eyecatching). Attractive in a rough and tumble way - he's very popular with a subset of the female population who somehow initially peg him for a bad boy no matter how far behind him those days are. (France always jokes he's got the face of a delinquent). Physically 30s, ID says 33.

Tailored three piece suits and oxfords are his regular wardrobe for work, like a proper gentleman.

Dirty, light blonde hair (a bit like this), and D37 green-coloured eyes. While he's very hygienic, he doesn't take care of himself beyond doing things for hygiene, so he tends to have rough, calloused hands and his skin isn't particularly soft, though he has the Nation-blessed clear skin.

Very little body fat, lean muscle. He's 175cm (0r 5'9) 180cm (or 5'10), and is therefore 2cm shorter than America. which infuriates Arthur. A lot of scars from magical battles - he has more scars than any other Nation. Has kept up sword fighting and martial arts, and unfortunately has a temper that means he gets into a lot of brawls. Physicality is very important to him, which comes from some more old-fashioned Nation values that younger Nations don't tend to have (more on this later).

FASHION: Arthur dressed down = replacing the three piece suit with a dress shirt paired with a sweater vest. Or a long, dark coat. He generally tends to prefer blacks, greys, browns. It's rumoured (according to France) that his fashion sense is to stop young women from hitting on him, thinking he's some kind of bad boy. Also why he's cut down on smoking in public. Poor guy.

Russia:

If England is rough and tumble handsome, Russia is prince handsome - really on as opposite ends of a person's 'type scale' as you can possibly get. He's got a strong jaw and fuller lips, soft eyes. Many a six yer old have tugged on their mother's clothes, pointed at him and told their mum there's a prince, and many a mum have rewarded their six year old for pointing him out. Physically 30s, ID says 31.

Whatever he wears always tends to be hidden by a coat and his scarf.

White blonde hair (close to... this colour). His eyes are undeniably violet. Once again the polar opposite of Arthur, his skin is soft and smooth, looking very much like he's never worked a day in his life - but if the metaphor that I was going for is that England's power is in the way he's hardened from work and hardship, and maintains strength and power through sheer will, Russia's strength is in his impenetrability, in the way even years of holding swords or guns never shows in his body.

I've run out of words, so Russia's body type is the second or last one in this image, depending on if he's at war or in peace times. Minor differences between them, generally. Broad shoulders, thick waist, thick everything. No abs, just. Solidly built. Also, he's 6'4 6'7, and wears the kind of boots that make him taller (not on purpose - he just needs sturdy, waterproof boots, and those tend to add height.

#hetalia #hws england #hws russia #hetalia world series #hetalia workd stars #aph #ivan braginsky #arthur kirkland #✎ #m: hetalia #hetalia: headcanon (char) #c: england #c: russia #✎ hetalia bulletpoint headcanons

[mellorphic]

C!Niki Design Timeline

My thoughts about her design under the cut!

L’MaNiki

I have an art piece of everyone’s L’Manberg uniforms that Tumblr won’t let me link, but the general gist is that anyone who joined post revolution got to choose the shade of their coat, and got a light blue sash instead of a red one. They also don’t have the lines on the boots.

Elections

She dyed parts of her hair orange to match Fundy for coconut2020, and a lot of her outfit was styled to reflect to the people that she was loyal to L’Manberg - keeping the same collar shape as her uniform, wearing the same turtleneck, wearing the shoulder pads

Manberg

She dyed her hair! Niki tied the sash from her L’Manberg uniform around her leg as a sort of rebellious act against JSchlatt (which she did a lot of), showing she was loyal to Wilbur’s nation rather than his. She also tied the hairtie around her wrist. Her sweater is the mental-breakdown shade of pink that she dyed her hair later, showing that this was the start of her mental decline and that this was a massive period of loneliness.

Pogtopia

She cut her hair and put it up into pigtails so that it was out of the way while she was in the ravine. I headcanon that this was when she got Wilbur’s cloak and that he gave it to her once she joined. Also, despite not participating in a war yet she has a scar on her leg from being chased out of Manberg and murdered by Ponk on the day of Tubbo’s execution, which is what led to her joining Pogtopia. The L’Manberg hairtie is still on her wrist but the ones in her hair are the mental breakdown colour, however there is less of that pink on this design than the Manberg one as joining Pogtopia reunited her with many of her friends, so she didn’t feel as alone even if she was still scared.

Breakdown

This design is for the entirety of New L’Manberg, Doomsday, and the rocket duo arc, up until the point where she stopped trying to kill Tommy and focused more on her secret city (where she locked herself up due to sleepwalking and night terrors). This arc lasted a long time and goes acrosss multiple eras her appearance remained how it did from NLM because she had no motivation to change anything, despite usually taking pride in aspects of her appearance such as her hair (which had grown out slightly between Pogtopia and now). There is no a single reference to L’Manberg in this outfit but she does still have Wilbur’s cloak.

Healing arc

Niki’s healing began after joining the syndicate but I think the appearance change would not come until at least a few months after joining as she was still trying to find her sense of self again. When she did, she went back to her blonde hair but dyed half brown, like a reference to Ranboo and Puffy. She continues to wear Wilbur’s cloak but is now in a much classier fit, having spent too much time with Techno (who definitely gave her the gold). The L’Manberg hairtie is back, this time with a braid, because I think Syndicate braids is an even cooler concept than sbi braids

#dream smp #dsmp #niki nihachu #c!niki #c!niki fanart #l’manberg #dsmp elections #manberg #pogtopia #new l’manberg #doomsday #rocket duo #syndicate #art innit #dsmp fanart #c!niki analysis #id in alt text

[sunflowerharrington]

᪥ 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 ᪥

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🧸 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - Steve Harrington x Fem!Hargrove!Reader

🧸 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 11.1k (my longest oneshot yet!)

🧸 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - 18+, minors DNI, handjob (M receiving), bloody noses, dizziness, Starcourt Massacre, referenced murder, for spoiler reasons I can’t say much else. (I wrote soemthing similar for a different fandom before but it didn’t work so here’s the new and improved version

🧸 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - For my beloved Ana, @thisishellfire, who is so sweet and so lovely and just the best in all aspects. I love you with all my heart, mi amor, and I really hope you enjoy this. Also this wouldn’t be my writing without a million plot points that don’t make any sense lmfao. I spent weeks on this just to make this perfect for you. I hope this doesn’t flop :(

🧸 Formatting is weird so if there’s a duplicate paragraph I’m sorry. I’ll put it on my AO3 also.

🧸 I listened to levitating by Dula Peep and DaBaby so here we are I guess

🧸 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - You and Steve Harrington hated each other, everyone in Hawkins knew that. But March 21st 1986 changed everything forever.

🧸 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 - @thisishellfire @steveslittlesunflower @myobmaya @quickiesgirl @wzrlds @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @gods-favorite-asthmatic @taecube @eddiebillysteve @hellfirehaley 🤍

MARCH 21ST 1986

Spring: that time of year when sunnies would start to get placed on the bridges of noses. When pretty daisy chains would be made. When animals would finally come out of their winter-long hibernation, and when picnic dates at the local park would become all the rage once again. The start of a new season and time to put away those big, fluffy winter sweaters, gloves and fuzzy hats. And for Hawkins, the countdown to the annual championship game.

Sunflowers had begun to grow, turning to face each other to stay alive when the sun was hidden by those big fluffy clouds full of angel tears. Sitting on a soft blanket on the lawn in a sundress, the scent of freshly cut grass wafting in the air and filling your nose, wind fluttering through your hair.

Sunflowers had begun to grow, turning to face each other to stay alive when the sun was hidden by those big fluffy clouds full of angel tears. Sitting on a soft blanket on the lawn in a sundress, the scent of freshly cut grass wafting in the air and filling your nose, wind fluttering through your hair.

Sunflowers had begun to grow, turning to face each other to stay alive when the sun was hidden by those big fluffy clouds full of angel tears. Sitting on a soft blanket on the lawn in a sundress, the scent of freshly cut grass wafting in the air and filling your nose, wind fluttering through your hair.

It was the day before the championship game and you were sitting cross-legged on a mustard-coloured blanket that complimented the green grass beneath it, weaving the stems of some daisies together to create a little chain. To calm his nerves, your little step-sister’s friend, Dustin Henderson, joined you; he was going to be singing the National Anthem tomorrow at the game since Tammy couldn’t make it, his fingers shaking as he slowly weaved the stems together.

It was the day before the championship game and you were sitting cross-legged on a mustard-coloured blanket that complimented the green grass beneath it, weaving the stems of some daisies together to create a little chain. To calm his nerves, your little step-sister’s friend, Dustin Henderson, joined you; he was going to be singing the National Anthem tomorrow at the game since Tammy couldn’t make it, his fingers shaking as he slowly weaved the stems together.

“You listen to Metallica?” he asked, a crack in his voice, sighing as he sadly watched the daisy chain fall apart in his hands.

“I had to put up with it for twelve years, Dus,” you chuckled under your breath, tones of bittersweet misery laced within your words. “It was always blaring in his room, especially during his workout sessions. Couldn’t get him to turn it down.”

Daisy chains: your way of distracting yourself from the undeniable pain you felt ever since July 4th, driving like lightning to the mall to pick up your sobbing step-sister, trying to calm her down until you saw whose body was lying dead on the mall’s floor. And you held him. God, you held onto him for dear life, not caring about the blood soaking into your clothes and your skin. You just needed one more moment with your brother, and that was taken away from you by whatever stabbed him in the chest.

Some people are worth dying for, and you would have taken that bullet for him should you have known his untimely death would occur so soon. …And you didn’t even get to say goodbye.

You sniffed harshly through your nose, which had a small amount of blood leaking out and onto your top lip, looking away for a few moments so Dustin couldn't see the glistening tears in your eyes or the glistening blood on your face, staining your skin. You quietly excused yourself to go and get some water from inside the Mayfield’s trailer, running the faucet, splashing your blood-and-tear-stained, blotchy face with the cold water. Refreshing. But still not enough.

With a sigh under your breath, you returned to the blanket, sitting down cross-legged next to Dustin.

“Hey, um… I know you probably don’t wanna hear this right now, but I'm still so sorry about Billy. We- we tried to help him.” The glazed-over look in his eyes said it all; he truly meant it. Not many people do. Especially Steve Harrington, who, when passing you in the corridor, said under his breath that your brother deserved it.

And you resented him for it.

“Thanks, Dus. I mean, at least you mean it,” you replied, sitting in the slightly uncomfortable silence afterwards.

But soon the growing sunset helped all your troubles float away, like a feather in the sky, the red tones reflecting in your (e/c) eyes. You smiled to yourself, at peace with the tedious work you had done today with Dustin, helping him to calm down, while you had Been in overdrive since July. But you never showed it.

Dustin sighed again, bringing you back into the painful reality, tossing his chain away into the forest green grass, slowly beginning to shrivel up in the bright sunlight beating down onto the blades. You picked up the delicate ornament, collecting two more daisies from the grass. He beamed as you handed it back to him.

“Never give up, kiddo. C’mere, let me show you an easier way to weave the stems.”

Dustin beamed with glory as he watched your calculated movements carefully, examining the way you pierce a hole in the stem with your nail, weaving another stem through said hole, explaining each step slowly so he could understand the process, your touch gentle as you guided his hands gracefully.

You grinned proudly as you watched his face light up, a smile from ear to ear as he held up a completed daisy chain. He set it down carefully to the side and began making another one; two matching daisy bracelets. One bracelet for him, and one for his best friend in the whole wide world.

Steve fucking Harrington.

“There. Look, you’ve got it!” You exclaimed, raising your hand, and he immediately reciprocated your high five. “And also, just focus on something that makes you happy while you’re singing. Your mom and your friends will be so proud of you, Dus. And I’m very proud of you too.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he replied, unable to wipe the permanent smile off his face.

And he called you by your first name. Not your surname like everybody else did. It was either Hargrove or Billy’s sister. Never Y/N.

But Dustin did.

You giggled, taking in just how happy the young man looked. After all the shit he’d been through the past three years, with Will, with Starcourt, with the girl with superpowers; El, you were surprised to see that tear-jerking smile make an appearance on his adorable face. But it did. And you’d be forever grateful for it.

As he laughed with you, you started hearing a ringing sound in your ears, like a high-pitched scream from a horror movie. You slowly reached up and held your head in your hands, Dustin immediately noticing, rushing to your side. “Y/N… are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I just need… I think I need to lie down,” you whispered, your world spinning around you as if you were standing in the centre of a carousel. “I— I think I'm gonna go back to Max’s, I'm sorry, Dus.”

Dustin contemplated letting you go home alone for a moment, and by the state you were in, he thought you could collapse at any given moment. And after Will, after what happened with Billy, with Heather, Barb, Bob, Mews, and anybody else that had perished in this town… he was on high alert at all times. He knew the monsters were still lurking beneath Hawkins, he knew El had closed the gate, but there was always the possibility of those monsters inhabiting Hawkins and its residents again.

In the overworld, this time.

This is why he asked Mike Wheeler to keep an eye on you the next day in school, along with himself, trudging through the halls in his Hellfire Club t-shirt beneath his Hawaiian shirt, his khakis and converse, and his thinking cap. With wide eyes, he noticed you walking the halls alone; it used to be with Nancy, then Tina, then Heather and now Chrissy and Bee. But neither of them were anywhere to be seen.

Yes, Dustin always kept tabs on you. Was it because of his little crush on you that he promised himself he wouldn’t admit it to anybody? No… Well, that’s what he kept telling himself. (Until Will found out, but he told nobody). He would admit to himself that he noticed Max first, the pretty redhead, and then you, but you always stuck out to him.

And he was surprised that his best friend hadn’t made a move on you yet.

So when he saw you walking alone, without anyone bothering you, he knew something was off. It looked like you’d tried to make yourself smaller as you walked, covering your hands with the sleeves of your cheer pullover, which he immediately noticed had a small blood splatter soaking into it, with a dishevelled look on your face as you left Mrs Kelly's office.

Something felt wrong.

Very wrong.

Later that day, you lay on one of the benches alone in the woods, alone with your thoughts, drifting towards your best friend, Bee’s odd relationship. Never did you think the renowned “good girl” would fall for bad boy Jace Campbell; Hawkins’ star athlete, the golden boy to the teachers, the flirt. The king, after Billy was dethroned.

And after Billy took away “King Steve”’s title in 1985.

And that asshole, Jace, had her wrapped around his pinky finger almost instantly. And you… You just never saw the appeal. You had more important things to be doing like homework and studying than going out every weekend to party.

It reminded you of a chat you had had with Max’s best friend, El, not too long ago about Jace. Since El and Bee lived together, she would see Jace often, and said she heard banging on the walls and a lot of “good screaming.” You didn’t bother asking her what a good scream was because, in your mind, you already knew.

You read your step-mom, Susan Mayfield's Cosmo magazine enough times to know exactly what “happy screams” were.

You knew they had having sex weekly, and that didn’t seem to be a problem for anyone. Well, until they broke up last week…

And then there was Chrissy. Pretty, popular, princess Chrissy. The complete opposite of Jace, yet she also had every boy in Hawkins wrapped around her perfectly manicured finger, whether she knew it or not. She had a decent family life, a handsome boyfriend who was also an athlete, she did cheerleading, and helped out at the homeless shelter….

And one boy had taken liking her to an extreme, practically obsessing over her; watching her every move, worshipping the ground she walked on, almost dying when she asked if she could buy some weed from him because he didn’t want to.

Chrissy was so sweet, even to those who wronged her. You’d never even seen her get angry, not once in your fourteen years of close-knit friendship. Tears had spilt, staining her soft skin, but never any frowns. Not even a little crease between her brows. All smiles, bright enough to blind somebody.

Maybe that was how she got all these boys to fall for her…

You clambered into your car the next morning, turning your music up extra loud, bopping your head to the beat of the mixtape Billy had jammed into the Camaro. You were forever grateful that a kind man, Eddie Munson’s uncle Wayne, offered to try to fix it for you as much as he could, and you used all your savings to do so. And it looked almost brand new.

She looked beautiful.

You smiled sweetly as Dustin and Mike hopped in the backseat, Max joining you in the front. You gripped the steering wheel so tight, that your knuckles began to turn a pale, ghostly shade, as you pressed your foot down harder on the pedal. Something about being in the car, in Billy’s soul’s presence, took a hold of you.

“Not this again,” Max grumbled. “Y/N. Slow down, seriously.”

You could barely hear her over the loud music blasting through the car, but you did, and so when you pulled into the school’s parking lot, you slowed right down.

You’d slid onto one of the metal benches in the cafeteria, coated with a thick layer of green paint topped with a varnish, taking a seat next to Bee; her entire psyche encapsulated by the artwork before her, her hands being able to create the most beautiful of masterpieces.

“You know, drawing JJ won’t make him take you back, Bumble,” you admitted, watching as her face fell, pretty eyes beginning to glaze over, her bottom lip quivering.

“I just…” she started, making you pull your eyes away from the math homework you’d forgotten to complete last night. “…don’t even know what I did wrong. Is— Am I not pretty enough for him?”

Oh, here we go again. Her fifth breakdown in the last 24 hours. Meanwhile, Jace had already started screwing another member of the cheer squad.

You breathed out a quiet sigh of relief when Chrissy slid in next to Bee on the other side of her, consoling her and calming her down. Chrissy offered a girls’ day out after the championship game and a road trip to Tennessee, and what better way to blow off some steam than to go out in a different state and dance with your best girls until sunrise?

So then it came to that night when it was meant to be an ordinary evening with your girls, Chrissy and Bee. Time had moved forward and now it was the night of the championship game; an excuse for the cheerleaders to shorten their skirts to show off their toned legs for the other boys and girls. Or just for yourself. (In Bee’s case, showing Jace everything he’d already seen, and everything he’d Been missing since he asked to go on a break.) And an excuse to conceal your obvious flirting with an oblivious Robin Buckley from the stands.

And without head cheerleader Valentina Ghen there to take the spotlight during the pep rally, you and your girls could have a good time. God, she never shut up about Chance, Billy or Jace ever. Even after Billy’s death.

She grieved more than you did.

And so you went to the game without her, peacefully. But you never thought in a million years that ‘the hair’ would be at the game, never mind Eddie fucking Munson of all people sitting next to him. Eddie Munson. At a championship game. At a “balls in laundry baskets” game. —Scowling at you with the sourest look on his face.

What the fuck was his problem? Just because you were closer with Chrissy than he was didn’t make you the spawn of Satan.

Maybe he decided to come because Dustin was the one who would be singing the national anthem, or maybe he was just bored.

But you can never be bored in Hawkins, …even though the mall burned down last year after Jim Hopper saved the kids that were inside while you took Max home. If only there was a way to get Billy back. To make a deal with God to get him back.

You didn’t care what it took.

Bee had wanted to blow off some steam before leaving to do her arts degree in England, and what better way to do so than having the best time with her friends and doing something she loved?

Not that she had to wait long to blow off that steam though, as ocean eyes had been all over her, him watching her every move, running the pad of his thumb over his plump lips. She gave him a little wave and a shy smile, and her heart almost gave in when he shot her a cheeky wink. How the fuck could one little wink turn a girl’s legs into jello?

You thought about ask Jace for some tips.

After the rally, when the game began, Jace got up to leave, signalling for Bee to follow him. And she did, following him to presumably the bleachers, their lips never leaving each other’s skin for hours. Though marks only appeared on Bee’s skin, since Jace specifically warned her not to mark him or there’d be serious consequences.

And she left you and Chrissy on your own. Just great!

Seven minutes to catch somebody’s eye; not your personal best but it would have to do for the moment. As you listened to Henderson belting his heart out, you felt proud. Being Max’s step-sister meant that you hung around the younger kids a lot, taking them under your wing; especially Will. After what had happened to him happened, you never wanted him out of your sight again. That was until he moved to California with his mom and Jonathan (leaving El here in Hawkins with Bee.). Lenora Hills, where you used to live before moving to Hawkins.

You’d talked to Mrs Byers about her moving, recommending Lenora Hills, as they had a lovely high school that Will and Jonathan would love, and the pizza there was amazing.

You missed Argyle with all of your heart and wanted him to have some friends again.

You snapped out of your thoughts, looking over at Chrissy, who instead of looking at Jason, had been ogling some other guy for the last ten minutes. The direction of her eyes had been perfectly in line with—

“Munson? Seriously, Chris?” You whisper-shouted, pulling her out of her trance.

“What? He's nice to me!”

You rolled your eyes, turning back to the game just in time to see your “child” score a basket. You jumped to your feet, whooping and cheering for him, and he shot you a winning smile.

“Go, Sinclair!” You screamed, waving your cheer pom poms around.

You scanned the gymnasium after that: Bee was still nowhere to be seen; more than likely getting — unfortunately — dicked down by “Jacey-Wacey” in the backseat of his car. But you took another look in the direction Chrissy was gawking and saw the two other men talking quietly.

The men in question, Steve and Eddie, both got up to leave, and Chrissy shot up out of her seat, immediately on their tail, dragging you with her to the sound of your loud protests.

You’d ended up at a diner across town in a booth on the complete opposite end of the two boys on that chilly Friday evening.

The waitress, who’d barely taken her eyes off you since you sat down, nodded towards your empty strawberry milkshake with her eyebrows slightly raised. You shook your head with a forced smile, declining her wordless offer for another.

You turned to look back at the boys; Eddie with a toothpick between his plump lips, playing with his silver metal rings as he spoke, Steve running his stupid fingers through his stupid fucking hair that fell beautifully onto his stupid fucking face no matter what he was doing.

That fucking handsome face of his would be enough to cause hundreds of weak knees; the kind of look that got him whatever the hell he wanted, or rather, whatever his friends wanted with only a few questions and heartstopping smiles besides “yours or mine?”

You didn’t bother hiding the sour look on your face until Chrissy nudged your shoulder with hers.

“God, babe. Chill with the “fuck me” eyes,” she chuckled.

“I'm not doing that, Chris.”

“You are, ba—“ she began to say but was cut off by the Dungeon Master reaching the table, immediately sliding in to sit next to Chrissy, who blushed the same colour as her earrings. Hot pink. His long legs almost touched yours under the table, and thank goodness they didn’t. You didn’t want his muddy reebok’s ruining your fresh pair of all-white converse with a green trim to match your cheer uniform.

You internally rolled your eyes, as Chrissy was known to be a sucker for tall men with long… limbs.

“Hargrove, Chrissy.” He flicked the toothpick onto the table

“Munson,” you replied with a salute.

“Hey Eds,” Chrissy replied, blushing again.

Another problem for the evening.

Just fucking great.

“Mind if I sit?” Steve had finally approached the table, standing on the side of the booth with a free seat, asking you in the softest voice you'd ever heard.

Fuck you, Harrington.

“If you must,” you sighed, glaring daggers at Eddie, who’d taken the seat next to Chrissy.

Of course he’d get Steve to sit next to you. After what he did to your brother you vowed to never even look at him ever again. but that didn’t last long as Eddie’s plan kicked into gear; get Steve a girlfriend before he goes off to college. Simple enough, right?

Wrong.

You mentally kicked yourself off the Empire State Building for not sitting next to Chrissy yourself. Steve’s smile faltered for a second. blink and you’ll miss it.

“Oh,” he muttered, his eyes darting to Eddie who was busy whispering God knows what into a giggling Chrissy’s ear. “Eddie’s already sitting down so…”

“Oh goodness me, I hadn't even noticed he was there!” Your fake smile morphed into a smirk, your gaze finally meeting his deep, dark chocolate button eyes. Fuck him for being… so damn attractive—

No. Snap out of it.

He began fidgeting with the cuff on one of the sleeves of his mustard-coloured sweater, his weight shifting from one foot to the other and back again. “So, can I?”

“I don’t know,” you said, an amused grin playing on your lips. “Can you?”

“For fuck sake,” he muttered. “May I?”

I don’t know… may you?

A slight pout plumped up on your lips as you nodded to the space beside you, sliding over to rest your shoulder against the tiled wall, now sitting directly opposite Chrissy.

But you and Steve, surprisingly, had one thing in common; both of your nights were destined to be ruined by two things, namely Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson running off like teenagers without waiting for you.

You immediately felt his presence beside you, and for God’s sake, of course, he was even more attractive up close.

It took a lot of restraint to not reach out and touch him, to smell the cologne that had seeped into the collar and cuffs of his mustard-coloured sweater, the same colour as your favourite blanket. So you kept your hand clasped around your second strawberry milkshake instead of grazing your fingertips against his jean-clad thigh under the table—

“Do you want me to get you a napkin, Y/N? Your nose is bleeding,” Eddie asked, dashing away from the table for a moment before returning with a serviette, handing it to you so you could pat away the blood staining your skin and upper lip.

You sighed; today was day five of your nosebleeds, your migraines, the nightmares that were worse than they used to be… You pushed that to the back of your mind, however, focussing on the red and white checkered pattern on the diner’s floor.

And Chrissy didn't even ask if you were okay.

Great fucking ‘friend’ she was.

Steve was probably your only option for any sort of relationship, like, ever, though there was absolutely nothing wrong with teasing and having a bit of fun before doing anything stupid. Even if you hadn’t been charmed by him from the get-go, you loved playing this game, with a 99% win rate in favour of you.

God, you wished you couldn’t feel his intense gaze set on you, each sideways glance lasting longer than the one before, something shooting an electric shock through both of your bodies at the same time. But you would rather gauge your eyes with a used fork than admit that to anyone. Even your best friends. Even Max.

Steve’s warm thigh pressed against yours, the fabric of his jeans brushing and pressing against your bare skin. It was as if he knew what you were doing and began to challenge your willpower.

So really, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that you were going to tease the absolute shit out of him.

He snook another glance at you just as you so happened to throw your head back to get the last of the shake out of the glass, exposing your neck as Chrissy was busy ordering a glass of Coca-Cola for everyone through Eddie’s loud protests.

And another glance, with you taking this opportunity to spread your legs before crossing one over the other, brushing your heel against his leg. His big brown eyes widened even more, his breath stuttering slightly, trying to cover it up with the fakest, most awkward cough you'd ever had to experience hearing.

“Need some water, Stevie?” you purred, running your nails down his arm, watching with a smug grin on your face as goosebumps began to appear. God, this asshole almost made this too easy for you. “Chrissy and I can get it for you if you want it.”

Steve nodded, afraid his words might betray him if he spoke, sliding out from the booth to let you out. There was a loud bang on the table as his balled fist made contact with the surface, making Eddie let out a “Jesus Christ, man.”

You spun around on your heel, watching as his jaw clenched in frustration. Sure, this was probably meant as a threat, but you only felt embarrassed for him, making a scene like that for no reason. You weren’t going to make tonight easy for him at all.

Leaning over, you brushed your lips against the shell of his ear, making the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand on end. “You’re lucky I even offered, Stevie.”

His neck flushed a furious crimson, the sound of your voice creeping down his spine and through his veins. You could swear you heard a nervous laugh escape his lips, but within a flash, his brows furrowed into a slight frown.

Before he could say something you hurried away to the counter, ordering a glass of water for him. Chrissy was still fully engaged in conversation with Eddie, so you went up alone. as your feet carried you over, you couldn’t help but sneak another glance at him, running your eyes over his defined jawline and the bridge of his nose, admiring his beautiful face.

Again, fuck you for being so beautiful, Steve.

You paid for the water quickly, then made your way back over to the table, not waiting for Steve to move, slipping yourself over his legs, sitting on his lap for maybe a second too long. You checked his facial expression, and he had a peachy blush painted across those defined cheeks.

“Not used to all this attention, hm, Stevie?” you whispered, giggling to yourself as he shifted in his seat. But you were nowhere near done with the teasing just yet. “Especially from a big bad Hargrove, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“Or what?” you challenged, smirking at the way his brows furrowed, turning his attention back to Eddie and Chrissy. “No answer? Poor baby can’t even speak.”

When Eddie finally pulled away from whispering in Chrissy’s ear and turned his attention to you, you were finally able to take in all of the contours of his face that made him. His long, fluttery eyelashes, his wild mane of dark brown hair, the lipstick kiss tattoo on his neck…

“Hey?” Eddie snapped his ring-clad fingers in front of your face, smiling when you snapped back to reality. “Thought you’d fallen asleep, sweetheart.”

You turned your attention back to Chrissy, who had been looking at you with a questioning glance. “Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn’t hear you.”

Thanks for that, Steve.

0 - 1 to Harrington.

“Eds said he’ll get us some fries and a burger if we want it.”

“You doll,” you cooed, and Eddie beamed proudly, snaking an arm around Chrissy’s shoulders, and she slowly leaned into his soft touch. “Thank you, Eddie.”

You mirrored his bright grin as Steve tensed beside you. “I'll go with you.”

Steve stood to his feet abruptly, staring down at you for what felt like an eternity with a look that said he knew exactly what game you were playing; sweet to everyone else, reserving your salt just for him. Seemed like you didn’t impress him too much either.

Yeah, next to him in your cheer uniform that you purposely shortened the skirt off, exposing your thighs and a small curve of your ass after you were out of your mom’s sight should have had him on his knees worshipping the ground you walked on. But it didn’t.

Well, that’s what he was trying to convince himself.

Not that you cared. All you bothered to offer in return was a slow smirk. Game on, Harrington. Game fucking on.

Chrissy slid into the seat next to you where Steve had been hyperventilating as the two boys walked away, taking a strand of your hair and twirling it around her finger as she spoke.

“Soooo,” she sang. “What do you think of Steve? Such a cutie, right?”

He had a part in my brother’s death, Chris.

Yes, of course, he's the hottest, most lovely guy on planet earth.

“Why do I need to care about him when all that’s gonna happen is you’re going to fuck his friend? And didn’t you forget he had a part in Billy’s death and nobody else thinks it was him?!” You snapped.

“I’m not—” Chrissy began to say before she stopped herself, pursing her lips, chewing her thoughts over and over again. “Okay. Correction; maybe I want to, but—”

“Whatever. I bet you’ll have a great time with him anyway regardless of what I do or don’t say.”

Chrissy clicked her tongue, swirling her straw around in her glass of coca-cola. “I guess…”

“Meanwhile you’re over here whipped by Eddie the freak Munson.”

“I’m not whipped!” She defended. “I'm just… curious!”

“About what? How easy it’ll be to get in his pants?” you asked, deadpan, and her eyes widened. “You know he’s, like, so obsessed with you.”

“Jesus, Y/N!” she shrieked, covering her face in her hands.

You rolled your eyes. “Anyway, I don't like Steve at all.”

“Is there any reason?”

Bitch, you better be joking.

“Uh… no.” Oh yes. Yes, there was. “Not at all. He’s just not my cup of tea, that’s all.”

“Wouldn’t you want a rich man, though? I heard he’s loaded.”

“I am a rich man, Christina.” You said, rolling your eyes. “Also I'm extremely good-looking and talented on my own. I don't need a man to bring me down. I am perfectly fine on my own.”

“Okay, fine!” She threw her hands up and surrendered. “Just… be nice at least.”

“Why? Planning on keeping Deddie Van Halen around for a while?”

“Um… maybe. but don’t call him that. He’s not dead!”

“Ugh, you’re so boring, Chris!”

“You know what isn’t boring?” She asked, a little smirk playing on her lips.

Oh no.

“What, Chris?” you sighed, not expecting what she had to say next.

“Steeeeeve Haaaaarrington,” she teased, kicking you playfully under the booth’s table, making you almost choke on your drink.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me…” you muttered under your breath, glancing over at the two boys, smiling as you noticed ‘King Steve’ flirting with the cashier. hopefully, that would mean he’d leave you alone for the night.

“No time for whining. They’re back!” Chrissy moved back to her seat as Eddie sauntered back to your table, a huge grin spreading across his face as he slid up next to Chrissy. With nothing of the same enthusiasm, Steve stood awkwardly next to the table, refusing to meet your eye as he handed out the glasses of cola.

“God, man. This isn’t like you! If we were anywhere else you’d be all over Hargrove right now.”

“No, I wouldn’t be! And I’m gonna pretend like you never said that.” You didn’t know his jaw could clench even more, but it was, and it did.

As Steve reluctantly slid back in next to you, you and Chrissy moved in to clink your glasses together. You winked at her; it was finally time for step two of the plan you cooked up on the spot five minutes ago. A well-rehearsed technique that worked on every man, and every woman that was present when you both tried it.

You would both lean across the table, nearly touching each other. Then you would clink glasses together, with Chrissy using a bit too much force; sending the drink spilling over the rim of the glass, which would spill out onto your chest. She would then lick it off with an, “whoops, sorry angel!” and an innocent smile.

And it worked every single goddamn time.

Only this time, blood had also dripped down onto your chest. Another nosebleed already? You grabbed a serviette and patted your nose dry as Chrissy’s tongue ran along the plains of your skin, collecting your spilt drink, with Eddie and Steve shifting in their seats, trying to appear unbothered. A sentence or two muttered from Steve about how the diner suddenly got too hot to handle.

Though he smirked to himself as he rolled the sleeves of his mustard-coloured sweater to his elbows, a sheen of sweat covering an array of colourful inked drawings on his arms—the sight of which sent a bolt of heat straight to your stomach, and other places. Suck a sucker for tattoos.

“Like whatcha see, princess?” He asked, turning to look at you for the first time in about… thirty seconds.

“Now there’s the Steve Harrington I know,” Eddie laughed. “Warming up to Hargrove, huh?” He teased, making Steve frown.

He rolled his eyes. “Maybe.” The amount of sarcasm dripping from that one word was enough to fill a highschool swimming pool and a deep one at that. “Jury’s still out.”

“Your arms look like a high school bathroom stall, Steve. Full of meaningless drawings and words. So…no. I’m afraid I don’t like what I see.”

“You’re annoying me, Y/N.”

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion of me, Steve.”

He rolled his eyes. “Consider that first one free.”

“Well I don’t plan on paying for another, so I guess you’ll have to sit there like a good boy for me and keep your thoughts to yourself.”

He choked on his drink, beginning to cough loudly in a way that has Eddie and Chrissy almost falling off their seats in giggles.

“You good, man?” Eddie asked.

“I’m fine,” Steve snapped, turning away from the group slightly.

The rest of the night consisted of you and Chrissy dancing to Kate Bush and Madonna, Eddie watching with heart-eyes, and Steve pretending like he wasn’t watching. Chrissy’s eyes lit up animatedly as Eddie took her hand, twirling her around.

You took a step back, looking at Steve who was still seated, tapping his foot in time with the music. “You really wanna get up and dance, don’t you, Stevie?”

“In your dreams.” He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide the small smile that had started to crawl onto his features. A smile that could steal a million hearts.

But not yours. No. You wouldn’t let him do that.

“Dance with me, Stevie.” You couldn’t believe you just asked Steve ‘King Steve’ ‘The Hair’ Harrington to dance with you, and you almost gagged at your own words. You tried pulling on his arm to get him to stand up, and when you did, he just stood there in silence.

“I’ll dance, but not with you.”

“Aww, why not?” You pouted teasingly, tightening your already strong grip on his wrists. “Too embarrassed?”

“No,” he mumbled. “I just don’t like you.”

You rolled your eyes, letting go of his arm, heading back to the middle of the diner on your own where the other people in the bar were up on their feet dancing along to the beat.

Steve slowly got to his feet, clicking his fingers with each step he took, along with the beat of the song, soon dancing with Chrissy. He spun her around and exaggerated his dance moves while making eye contact with you.

If this was a tactic to make you jealous, it wasn’t working. Instead, you pulled on Eddie’s arm and proceeded to dance with him instead. Close enough to irritate the hell out of Steve, but far enough away to keep Chrissy from pulling all of your hair out. You danced with Eddie for a while before spinning away from each other to dance with other people, with your body slamming into a loudly giggling Chrissy.

“This is so fun, right?”

“Totally! And you— you’ve got a great… dancer… on your… hands, Chris.” You nudged her, giggling, and she smiled back at you, but it never reached her eyes as she watched more and more blood pouring from your nose.

“I think you need to sit down, Y/N. I’ll get you some painkillers,” she said, ushering you back to your booth.

“N- no I don’t. I’m fine…”

Eddie seemed to notice right away, kneeling on his haunches next to Chrissy, barely able to see him in your now dazed state. “Look at me, sweetheart. How many fingers am I holding up?” He asked, holding up two fingers, holding the palm of his hand to your head to check your body temperature. You were freezing cold.

“Uh… Um… Four?” You squeaked, reaching out for Chrissy’s hands. “Stay with me.”

“Should we… Steve!” Eddie called as loud as he could, alerting everyone in the diner, but you were too dazed and confused to even care.

Dizzy at the sight of the room spinning around you, the music distorting, the sound of a clock you didn’t even know was in the diner chiming thrice. And then… nothing.

You opened your eyes wide, gasping in shock at who had replaced Eddie in front of you. It was Steve.

“Murderer.” He leaned in, whispering in your ear. “You killed your brother and you’re trying to cover up your guilt by saying it was me. I know your plan, Y/N. Trying to seduce me, to get me to be yours, all so you can walk away scot free. Is that right?

“What? No. That’s not true, Steve! I- Even though I hate you I’d never do that to you!”

“What? I asked you if you’re alright, you idiot,” he laughed, caressing your cheek softly.

What the fuck happened in the last five minutes?

“I’m fine. Get away from me,” you said, pushing him away from you so you could stand up and head to the bathroom, while the others shrugged and went back to dancing.

Eddie was now dancing on his own, patting Steve on the back as they both spun away from each other. Another girl in the diner pulled on Steve’s arm, bringing him to the middle of the room, and everybody began singing together. Miraculously, the smile finally broke on his face and he began dancing with a bit more spirit.

His expression softened, no longer tense, and he seemed to be enjoying himself a lot more when he wasn’t in the same room as you.

Moments later, Chrissy, Eddie and Steve all fell back into the booth, laughing and joking, slick with sweat. It seemed Steve had finally loosened up a bit, maybe that was just the way he got around strangers. Until you joined them back at the booth.

And nobody spoke a word about your dizzy state again. Maybe to take your mind off it, which didn’t work.

“That was the most fun I have had in a long time!” Chrissy squealed, hugging Eddie’s arm, while Y/N and Steve sat in slightly uncomfortable silence.

“I guess…”

“Oh, don’t act like you weren’t having the best time ever up there, Stevie!”

“Everybody’s calling me that now, huh?” Steve frowned, but quickly his expression softened and he laughed. “It’s fine. I don’t mind nicknames!”

“Good, because we’re not going to stop, right Eddie Bear?” Chrissy said, caressing the side of his face and snuggling into him.

“You two seem cosy already,” you chimed in.

“And you two look colder than popsicles in winter. Come on, guys, you could cut the tension with a knife!”

“Haha yeah, the sexual tension!” Eddie added. God, it was disgusting how in sync and lovey dovey they were being.

You and Steve rolled your eyes simultaneously. It was going to be hard to keep a conversation at this rate, but Chrissy was willing to try. “So, Steve. What do you do in your spare time?” She offered the man a sweet smile.

“Yeah, Stevie,” Eddie asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “What do you do?”

Y/N tried hard to mask the laughter that managed to escape her with a cough, which only worsened when Steve said, “I like to golf,” at the same time Eddie shouted, “He hits balls with his stick!”

“Golf? Seems… posh. But in a good way!” You knew exactly what she was doing. Still on her mission to get you to give him a chance. “What else are you into?”

“I know what he’s into.”

“Eddie, don’t—”

“Why does everything have to be about King Steve anyway? Why can’t Eddie have a go at speaking?!”

Y/N snorted from next to him, covering her mouth.

“What?”

“Sorry! Who talks about themselves in the third person?”

“Eddie when he’s drunk and me when I’m high,” Steve said, deadpanned. “It’s a long story.”

“You’re drunk, Eds?”

“No. And that flask of vodka outside isn’t mine,” he said, laughing as he wrapped his arms tighter around Chrissy’s shoulders.

“Whatever,” he added, then he turned to Chrissy with the biggest grin on his face you’d seen thus far. “Wanna have sex in my trailer?” Despite the horrified looks on both Chrissy’s and Steve’s faces, you had to respect Eddie’s boldness.

“Wow, so charming, Eddie.” You smirked. “I won’t scare you by sharing a bed with you but I’ll fuck your brains out the next morning.”

Chrissy covered her mouth with her hands, completely and utterly gobsmacked. “I…um…” she took her hands away and looked at you. You just shrugged.

“It’s whatever. Go ahead, I’ll find a way home. Have fun, you two.”

Eddie rummaged through his pockets and retrieved some change and notes, tossing them in Steve’s direction. He grabbed Chrissy’s hand and they both left the diner hand in hand.

The presence beside you felt almost overwhelming once you were alone with Steve, still sitting on the same side of the table, too close for comfort. You could feel the stolen glances, and felt his eyes on you, his gaze heavy. Heavier, heavier… More intense by the minute.

“Why not take a picture? It’ll last longer,” you chuckled, “accidentally” rubbing your foot along his calf again, smirking at the low groan escaping his plump lips.

“I guess that’s my cue to leave as well…” It was as closed-off and uninviting as you could make it, yet Steve stayed frozen in place, unable to move aside to let you out of the booth.

“Well? You’re gonna let me out or do I have to sit on your lap again to get out?”

He cleared his throat as he shuffled into the aisle to his left to let you out. “Oh right, yeah. Do you, um, need a ride home?”

You smiled sweetly, tracing your slender finger along his jawline, the pad of your fingertip brushing against his soft, freshly shaven skin. His dark brown eyes fluttered closed at your touch. Your lips moved back up to the shell of his ear, burning his skin.

“No. But thank you for the offer.”

Lies. You’d rather gauge your eyes out than admit that you wanted him to take you home. To take care of you...

Instinctively, Steve wrapped his fingers around your wrist, keeping you close to his side. “An alternative would be giving me your phone number and letting me know you get home safe.”

Steve let your hand go to wrap his arm around your shoulders as he noticed a group of jocks entering the diner, and he felt weirdly protective over you.

Did he want you all to himself? Yes. Would he ever admit that to anyone? No. Imagine everyone’s faces if they saw Harrington dating Hargrove. Even associating himself with you, the sister of the boy who beat him in every fight they got in together.

“That sounds a lot like an order, Stevie,” you mused. “So, what would happen if I took your number, promised to call and never did? What would you do? Punish me?” You leaned in, to the shell of his ear again, hot breath ghosting his skin, prickling goosebumps in its wake. “I bet you would love to bend me over your knees, Stevie. Am I correct? Or would you prefer me to do the spanking?”

He barked a laugh. “As if!”

Yes. Yes, he would.

Something dark flashed in his eyes, a glimpse at who he truly was, perhaps. Confident and dominant, and very comfortable playing this game with you. He placed his hand firmly on the small of your back as he helped you out of the booth, trying to play off grabbing your thigh as helping you.

“Something tells me you wouldn’t smack my ass in front of people,” you whispered, your hot breath now ghosting his lips as you run your fingers along the collar of his sweater, gripping the fabric, tugging him closer to you. “Or maybe you’d like to do… something else to me in public.”

“Something else? Didn’t take you as the shy type, princess.”

Steve watched as you boy down on your lip, your tongue running over the bite to ease the sting. “Like your girls with a filthy mouth, do you?”

He offered you a grin, walking you back so your lower back was pressed against the part of the wall where two booths met. “And if I say yes?”

You chuckled softly, moving your hand up to caress the side of his pretty face with your knuckles, daringly pressing a kiss to his soft, plump lips. After one peck, you were addicted. You wanted to get drunk on his scent, on the way his lips moulded perfectly with yours, on the way his body felt like the perfect half of a jigsaw to complete your puzzle.

“Then I’ll ask you to kindly remove your fingers from my wrist and your hand from my back before I knock you out. And go splash some water on that gorgeous face of yours. You look all hot and bothered, Stevie. What happened?” You asked innocently, delicately extracting yourself from his grip.

“It’s from all the, uh, the dancing! It’s from all the dancing and the heat in here.” He pulled at the neck of his sweater, exposing a sliver of his collarbone to you. “And please stop calling me Stevie, angel. It’s making me—”

“You look like you’re about two seconds from creaming your pants, Harrington, and not even I hate you enough to let you embarrass yourself like that.”

“Y- you don’t like me?” He asked. “Don’t you think that’s harsh? You barely know me.”

“Were you that delusional to think that this was something more? Wow, Stevie.” When he didn’t answer, you winked and turned on your heel away from him. “Maybe you can think about me when you’re jerking off later,” you called over your shoulder, before exiting the diner.

And if he spent the rest of the evening doing just that, well, that’s none of your business.

But yes, Steve spent the next seven days doing exactly that. Your touch seared into his mind; the pressure of your fingertips tracing along his jaw, up and down his sides, the way his body reacted to you, obvious desperation even before he’d let it get this bad. Your sweet, innocent nature as he watched you dance with Eddie and Chrissy last Friday in the diner.

The urge was slowly growing out of control, and he told himself each morning that today he’d call you to ask you out. And that had been your play the night at the diner. As you promised you took his number, but never called, instead choosing to tease him whenever you saw him. Whether that would be from parading around in your short skirt, bending over purposely, always having a lollipop between your lips whenever you would enter Family Video…

It was killing him.

The first polaroid he saw of you was a photo of you fresh out of a hot shower, hair wet and droplets trickling down your chest, a white, almost transparent bathrobe barely hanging from your shoulders and the photo taken in the mirror. Placed under a VHS tape in Family Video just for Steve to see.

Written on the back of it in pretty writing was;

I made it home safely. And since you’ll be alone soon, have fun touching yourself. Or don’t. You’ll never see me again if you do x

Empty threat, he thought.

He’d barely been in bed five minutes when he got home that day before his jeans and boxers were pushed halfway down his thighs. It had become a routine for him after a long day at work thinking about you; he’d come home to an empty house due to his parent's absence and think about you some more. Imagining you in a million and one positions, and on your knees. Anything to get him off.

Instead of calling, Steve would fall into his bed at the end of the day and let you take over his thoughts for the rest of the night, the morning after, and all through that day—and so on.

Forever.

It was starting to annoy him how much you were taking over his mind and couldn’t go an hour without thinking about you. You. Y/N Hargrove.

He couldn’t concentrate at work, constantly messing up tapes and the order they would be stacked in, daydreaming about you. It was beginning to cause problems.

God, Steve had started to get greedy—always wanting more, imagining more, and it never took long. A vague memory of the musky perfume you wore last Friday, the way the scent imprinted into his clothes (which he would never wash again if that meant keeping a part of you with him), his skin… The haughty look on your face as you studied his blank expressions, trying to decide if you wanted to worship him or ruin him. And that drove him crazy.

Somehow he’d managed to become enticed by the one woman in Hawkins who found his charm repulsive and off-putting. And it wasn’t like he could even suffer in silence either. Eddie had caught on quickly, two days after bumping into you and Chrissy at the diner in fact, because Steve didn’t have much time or desire to go out. And now, suddenly he did. He’d been able to fumble for some sort of excuse, something about working late at the video store and having to take care of Dustin, El, Mike and Lucas—because he couldn’t exactly tell Eddie he couldn’t stop jerking off over a woman who wanted nothing to do with him and still be able to look his friend in the eye afterwards.

Their friendship didn’t have many limits, but that was most certainly one of them.

Part of Steve wanted you to know how you made him feel, wanted you to see how undone he became just at the thought of you. He almost wanted you to humiliate him for what he was doing, and his hips and breath shuddered one last time at the thought.

He was so tired of this constant need for you, his wanting, and the fact that you were so cocky to him in the diner, yet sweet to everyone else.

And he wanted to know why. Why were you treating him like this?

He begged his brain to just figure it all out and get it together long enough to just call you and ask you on a date. If he got rejected, well, at least he would have some closure. And he would finally be able to go more than two seconds without thinking about you, about how you had turned him into a writhing, horny mess.

After he called you, he answered the door to see you already standing there in a velvety red dress and some killer heels. You took his hand and brought him into the first room you saw; the guest bedroom on the first floor.

You took a hold of his neck, wrapping your fingers around it and pulling him closer to you, your other hand on the small of his back as you kicked the door shut.

You broke the kiss, planting your hands on his chest, and walking him backwards against the wall. You were a sight for sore eyes before him; your champagne-coloured satin lingerie set that had been hiding underneath your red dress leaving nothing to the imagination. Besides the mountain of unholy thoughts racing through his mind. Steve’s fingers twitched at his sides, itching to reach out and grab hold of your luscious hips.

You took a step backwards, just out of his reach. “You’re a very naughty boy, aren’t you, Stevie?” You teased, taking him in. “Can’t keep those hands of yours to yourself, can you, big boy?”

Lighting himself on fire would be like an ice bath right now, he thought. His blood burned his veins, thick with such a heavy, lustful desire that consumed him, the act of respiration becoming increasingly more difficult for him as you run your fingernails down his torso, leaving bright marks in their wake. He concentrated on his breathing for a few moments as your voice, the scent of your perfume filled every inch of his being, echoing all around him.

His breath began to still after a while, though he could still feel a burning sensation in the pit of his stomach as your fingers brushed over his skin, the bright sunlight dancing in your hair.

His breath faltered as he gasped, still fully clothed yet completely unravelled; so hard it was painful. He just needed you to keep talking to him, needed you to touch him, needed you to-

“Y/N, please,” he groaned, his hips betraying him as they bucked up against nothing. “Please, baby.”

“Please, what? Words, Stevie. I need words.”

“I— Mmm, fuck Y/N. Please um…”

He watched with wide eyes as a slow, sultry smile appeared on your lips. “Didn’t take you for the shy type, Harrington.”

Steve whines again at his words being parroted back to him, almost verbatim.

“I’m not!”

“And now?” You asked. “Would you beg for it? Would you beg for me?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, no hesitation. “Whatever you want.”

You slowly raised one of your eyebrows. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to give someone that kind of power over you? You never know what they might do with it, sweetheart.”

Words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could reconsider or even register what he was saying. “No one has complete power over me.”

And then he immediately knew he was fucked, knew it, even more, when that sultry smile stretches further across your face. You were so composed, just standing there in front of him like a Greek Goddess as if he wouldn’t drop to his knees and do whatever you asked of him; as if you had all the time in the world and this was just a minor inconvenience for you. As if you weren’t taking him apart by the seams, popping each stitch out one by one and letting him hang in a free fall.

Beating him at his own game. Yet again.

He was now 1 for 2. With you winning.

“Is that so?” You took one step closer, studying his movements. Every breath, every twitch of his body under your stare, saw the way his eyes fluttered shut in anticipation. Every intake of breath was almost a plea. “Should we put those words to the test?”

You dropped to your knees, still too far out of reach, your tongue rolling across your lips just enough to state your intent and get a rise out of him. “What do you want, Steven?”

His heart jolted at the use of his full name, the sound obscene in your mouth. “I—”

His brain and his body were at war, too much information to process that he couldn’t find the words, and couldn’t formulate a single coherent thought. “Y/N, I—”

“Surely someone so in control could use their words, hm Stevie?” He was fucking ruined. “I’m on my knees in front of you and you can’t think of a single thing you’d like me to do?”

“I want your mouth,” he breathed.

“That’s not very specific, honey. There are lots of things my mouth can do.”

“Yeah, like chatting a lot of shit,” he scoffed.

“Yes, but that’s nowhere near as fun as the other things it can do,” you huffed a laugh as you moved close enough to drag your freshly manicured fingernails down his thighs. “Pants off, now.”

You were still staring up at him from your place on the floor, your attention doing absolutely nothing to help the way his hands were trembling. It wasn’t the first time he’d had a woman on her knees for him… But it was the first time he couldn’t stop shaking to drag his pants down his legs to pool on the floor. Usually skilled fingers had been rendered completely and utterly fucking useless.

“You could make yourself useful and help me, y’know,” he quipped. Something between a relieved groan and a hiss escaped his plump, delectable lips as your ethereal gaze dragged over his strained erection.

“Would you rather I help the baby that can’t pull his pants down or make him come down my throat?” Steve was too dazed to answer. “You need to think before you speak, Stevie. That smart-ass mouth will get you into trouble.”

“I’m already in a world of it, angel,” he responded, barely audible as his voice caught in his throat, along with his breath when you brushed your tongue over your lips again, moving to palm himself through his boxers.

“Ah-ah,” you cooed, catching his wrist and moving it back to his side. “No touching yourself or me. You touch either of us… and I stop. Got it, princess?”

He resisted the urge to ask what in the hell was wrong with you, couldn’t you see how desperate he was? How he was already on the edge and you’d barely touched him aside from grabbing his wandering hand? That you’d already won?

Instead, he barely managed a nod, planting his hands against the cold plaster of the wall at his back. And he waited.

And waited.

You were still kneeling on the floor before him, but that smug grin playing on your lips was new. “How in control are you?” You asked.

“What?”

“Am I correct in saying that you said nobody has complete control over you?” You moved to lay backwards, propping yourself up on your elbows. “And would you be in control if I took these off?” You asked, skimming a finger along the trim of your panties.

His breath thickened in his throat. “Yes.”

“Oh, Steve. You should know by now that lying is not okay, angel.” Your voice reverberated through his entire body, your eyes burning into his as if hot, melted candle wax had been poured onto his blushing face. Hips bucked into the air as you shimmied the garment down the expanse of your legs at an agonizingly slow pace. “And you should know that I hate liars, Steve.”

If Steve was having trouble breathing before, he was nearly suffocating now as he took you in again; laying bare before him, your nails grazing along your skin. Slowly, teasingly, he watched, hypnotized as they neared your core.

A hitched breath, wondering if you were going to touch yourself as he watched. A silent prayer that the answer would be yes. And it was. Fucking hell, it was.

You repeated your question; “Are you in control now, Steven?” and he didn’t know the answer. He was, and he wasn’t. He knew the reality didn’t quite match up with what he wanted to say. It was a struggle to keep his twitching hands to himself, let alone think up a smart response to hide how untethered he was. To maintain that ‘King Steve’ façade.

“Y/N, I—”

“Wanna touch yourself, don’t you, angel?”

He groaned, his fingers grasping at nothing as they tried to dig into the wall, into his sides. But nothing worked. It was all too much for him; a sensory overload. The sight of you, the cockiness in your voice as you teased him.

Though almost unbearable, he had never felt more alive.

“Y-yes,” he finally choked out.

Your eyes locked on his gaze as you said, “Go ahead. Disobey me, princess, and see what happens.”

He gulped as he reached out to stroke his throbbing dick: the first stroke bringing so much relief he was certain he was going to black out any second. A loud moan comes within the second.

“Why so whiny, princess?” You teased as the third moan escaped his lips, which had his toes curling against the wooden floor; that all-too-familiar heat pooling in his stomach, ready to release at any moment.

“Fuck, Y/N— Oh my god,” he whimpered, just as you stood to your feet, grabbing his wrists, forcefully turning him around. “Holy shit, you’re strong.”

“I worked out with Billy every day for the last five fuckin’ years, Harrington. And now that he’s dead I do it even more. I get both of our workouts in,” you hiss in his ear, sending a harsh slap to his ass. “Don’t ever underestimate me again, got it? And stop moaning like a fucking girl.”

Another harsh slap to his ass had him pressed even further into the wall, so hard he cried out in pleasurable pain.

“Fuckin' pretty, aren't you, angel? So fuckin’ pretty like this. My babydoll, all unravelled for me the moment I mentioned I worked out. Or was it when I mentioned my brother?” You asked, pressing yourself harder against him. “Did my little princess have a thing for Billy? ‘S that why you hated him so much? Why you hate me so much?”

“M’— Y-yes. Yes, it is,” he sighed as you reached forward, bare chest against his back as you took him in your hand, your wrist flicking in the same momentum as his rapidly beating heart. And it wasn’t even a second later that he—

It was nearly 8 am when Steve jolted awake, his heart ready to break free and burst through his chest. He didn’t bother taking a peek under the covers, already knowing without even having to look, what a mess he’d made of himself. Once again.

It had never been this bad when he was in high school, and it was this thought of you dominating him, smacking his ass, calling him your princess and making him scream that had him stumbling to the shower to wash away his sin and his indiscretions.

He set the temperature to as cold as it could possibly go and stepped inside, standing right under the spray.

It was so pathetic how he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Couldn’t stop replaying in your mind how you felt, how you made him feel. The sound of your lowered voice crawling underneath his skin, the sensations of the pads of fingers on his skin. Your earthy perfume and the taste of your mouth. The sight of you with your legs spread like a buffet, wanting, and coming undone in front of him.

If you’d managed to overwhelm every one of his senses in a dream, what would the real thing be like?

You’d told him to keep his hands to himself, and that he would suffer consequences if he disobeyed. Which he did. But not even the sting of cold water on that cold Saturday morning was enough to cool him down. So he thought about it once, twice, three times before he slipped his hand underneath the covers.

The water beat down on him as he tried to rid his mind of the mountain of unholy thoughts about you. You didn’t need to know what he was doing. What you didn’t know wouldn’t kill you, and he was certainly not planning on coming clean.

“King Steve” having a wet dream about Y/N Hargrove? No way. That never happened. Not once.

He needed to take the edge off somehow. It would be much worse to head into Family Video and walk around all day with a raging erection, he told himself. But the wait was torturous. Time itself seemed to betray him more and more, the clock opposite his bed barely moving every time he snuck a glance.

If Steve would go to hell when he died, it would just be this, he thought; the insanely slow wait for you to call.

Because that’s all it was. He had to remind himself before he exploded, taking care of himself in the bathroom before slamming his foot down on the accelerator and driving to work to see that Robin had already arrived, panting and out of breath.

“I tried calling you, dingus. Did you sleep in again?” She asked, unlocking the door. “You know you’re on your last strike with Keith, right?”

“Yeah, how could I ever forget,” he deadpanned, holding the door open for Robin before they both headed inside, the sight of you still playing in Steve’s mind on a loop.

The first thing he noticed after the little smirk playing on Robin’s lips was a polaroid picture on top of a stack of tapes, in the eyesight of anyone that would walk in through those doors. He turned the ‘closed’ sign on the door to ‘open’ before waking over.

He nearly blacked out as soon as he picked up the polaroid with trembling fingers. Desire pricked at his skin like a wildfire destined to burn out of control as he drank in the sight. Your almost completely naked body contrasted against the crisp white sheets you were wrapped in, your lips slightly parted and your eyes half-lidded; the photograph showcased you laying on a bed.

There was just a hint of indecency, a promise of a whole lot more, and Steve suddenly couldn’t remember having seen anything so perfect in his 19 years of life, couldn’t focus on anything except the sound of blood rushing in his ears and the picture in front of him.

A strained whimper escaped the back of his throat as he flipped it over, reading the message on the back that had been written in a pretty, delicate font to contrast the feral thoughts running through his mind.

You can’t take me out, but I might let you invite me over if you behave like a good boy and keep your hands to yourself until tomorrow, and a heart drawn in pink gel pen next to the note.

“Whatcha got there, Dingus?” Robin teased, switching on the TV to the current news. “I bet it’s more interesting than whatever’s on the news...”

Steve shoved the polaroid in the front pocket of his jeans, trying to adjust himself as he did so, a blush reaching his cheeks until the ringing stopped in his mind. Until he started listening to the news until he heard Robin dropping the VHS tape she was holding, her eyes glued to the screen. “Oh no.”

“…We’re in the Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County. We don’t have a lot of details but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High cheerleader was discovered earlier this morning in critical condition after suffering severe life-threatening injuries. Police have not yet released the name…”

“Holy shit,” Steve whispered, eyes focussed completely on the screen, his stomach tumbling down a flight of stairs the size of Mount Everest.

“…although we are told they’re currently in the process of notifying her family.”

“Forest Hills. That’s where Y/N lives, right? And she’s a cheerleader…” Robin subconsciously asked, hypnotized by the images of a green, yellow and white skirt, white converse and ambulances flooded the screen. “And- and Chrissy was with her last night. No, I’m remembering wrong! She was with… Eddie! Yeah, she was with Eddie. And I’m rambling again—?”

“No,” Steve cut her off, ignoring the feeling of his stomach dropping through the floor. “You’re not ruining my morning, Rob. It wasn’t Y/N.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Intuition. She would’ve put up a good fight no matter who she was up against, Rob. She’s a Hargrove, after all,” he stated, just as the door to the video store burst open, revealing a dishevelled-looking Dustin and Mike in the doorway, Max following closely behind with fresh tears pricking each of their precious little eyes.

They didn’t say a word as they jumped over to where Steve and Robin stood, bottom lips trembling as the news reporter continued her report. Trying to put on brave faces but failing miserably.

“The body is being taken to the hospital for a careful examination, and being put on life support. It has been said that the girl is now in a coma, on the brink of losing her life. Her chances of survival are slim to none, but all of our best wishes to her and we hope she gets back home alive and safe.”

Oh, so if she lives there which is a very high chance…

Oh.

Oh no.

“We will be back to you when further news has been released. This is Donna Burgess from Indiana Daily, thank you for your time. Back to you, Priscilla.”

#bisexual steve harrington #eddissy #hellcheer #harringrove (steve x hargrove!reader) #stranger things #steve harrington #munningham #steve harrington x you #steve harrington angst #angst #smut #st smut #stranger things smut #diner au #chrissy cunningham #max mayfield #steve x y/n #eddie munson #mike wheeler #billy hargrove #steve harrington x y/n smut #vecna’s curse #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #let me clear something up: y/n hates steve and steve is trying to hate y/n #y/n hates steve because she thinks he had a part in billy’s death but she knows steve wasn’t the one who killed him #imagine if these two got put in a room with murray

[jflemings]

When did Jessie introduce piper to her chelsea teammates? Hc please

right before she moved in with the two of you!

- you and jessie both had training and the sitter canceled last minute after she’d come down with a nasty cold. the plan was for you to just take piper with you but she had insisted on going with jessie instead.

- jessie was more than happy to take her for the day, giving emma a call saying that there would be a little guest joining them.

- she packed up piper’s teenage mutant ninja turtle bag and her leonardo plush toy and the two of them were on their way, but not before giving you kisses and promising to not get into any trouble.

- piper had been so excited to go with jessie to training, especially since she was going to be seeing her auntie sam. she held onto jessie’s hand tight as the two of them walked into cobham, coincidentally running into sam, guro and millie.

- jessie only let go of piper’s hand when she became too jittery, practically bouncing on her toes at the sight of your national team captain. as soon as sam turned around she bolted into the striker’s arms.

- guro and millie were dumbfounded as piper giggled and wriggled in sam’s arms

“who’s—” “y/n’s. piper say hi to guro and millie”

“hi guro and millie”

the two of them melted at her little wave and her little smile and her little shoes, cooing over how small she was

- the four of them walked into the change rooms as if there wasn’t a child hanging out of sam’s grasp. upon seeing the crowded room, however, piper got shy.

- she stopped giggling and instead wriggled out of sam’s hold so she could follow jessie to her cubby.

“jessie” piper whispered, tugging on her shorts “lots of people here”

- jessie could see that piper was beginning to get nervous because of all the eyes that were on her so she picked piper up and sat her in her cubby and stood in front of her to shield any prying eyes.

- beth, being beth, had peered over jessie’s shoulder “who’s this little lady?”

jessie moved aside “this is piper. piper this is beth”

“like ars’nal beth?”

“hm i guess so. this is chelsea beth”

“hi chelsea beth”

- beth went weak in the knees at the sight of little piper dressed in her little sweater and trackies, her heart melting.

- some of the other girls weren’t as confident as beth, choosing to instead hang back and wait for piper to address them seeing how shy she was when she came in.

- piper had met a few of the girls before like magda, pernille, niamh and zecira, but other than niamh she only saw them once or twice.

- heavy footsteps were heard coming down the hall before the door all but slammed open to reveal niamh scanning the room quickly “where is she”

piper upon hearing niamh’s familiar voice stuck her head out from behind jessie’s body “‘ere i am!”

niamh’s long strides had her across the room in a matter of seconds and she scooped piper up, holding her close to her body “come to work with jessie, have you?”

“of course!”

“of course!”

- jessie, niamh and sam would regularly check up on piper through the day, magda and pernille even making appearances by her side at times. she was set up in the shade with her colouring in book, snacks and her leonardo while the girls ran drills.

- magda had encouraged the squad to introduce themselves to piper, especially if there were going to be times where she was going to come to training with jessie instead of going with you.

- they all agreed and through the day most of the team made the effort to properly engage with piper.

- sam had dragged erin over during a water break, handing her a juice “pip, this is my friend erin”

“hi piper, it’s very nice to meet you”

piper had cocked her head and smiled wide, giving a little wave “you talk funny”

- both of them had laughed before returning to their drills, but not before erin left piper with a little pat on the head.

“oh my god ez she’s not a dog!”

- ann had been quiet going up to piper. she was a little unsure at first, and had reminded the young girl a little bit of viv. she had merely sat down next to your daughter just seeing what she was now drawing, smiling when she realised it was jessie

“do you like to draw?”

piper nodded “yep. jessie draws with me all the time”

- jessie being brought up had only pushed the question in the back of the goal keeper’s mind to the forefront, and she bit her lip while trying to think of the best way to ask piper the question most of the team was dying to know without overstepping any boundaries.

- although they all knew about you and jessie’s relationship, they didn’t quite know what jessie was to your daughter. the midfielder had been pretty tight lipped about your relationship so the topic of where piper fit into her life had never been brought up.

“jessie’s pretty cool, hey?”

“jessie’s the bestest! she reads to me and watches ninja turtles with me and makes me pancakes when i’ve been good!” piper boasts, sitting up properly and abandoning her drawing “she was just mummy’s jessie but now she’s my jessie too”

- ann had smiled and beckoned jess over when the defender noticed the two of them having a chat, urging her to sit down with them.

- jess did so quietly and just listened to piper and ann continue their conversation, interjecting when she had something to add.

- the two of them left piper alone afterwards, nodding their goodbyes.

- fran and ji had waved to piper in passing, whilst beth, millie and guro had checked in with her to make sure she didn’t need anything.

- piper sat inbetween sam and jessie at lunch and across from guro who was making funny faces. erin and convinced sam to sneak a cupcake onto her plate before jessie could see and scold them both for it, making piper smile with glee before eating half of it.

- after jessie was sure piper had eaten enough she took her to properly meet emma, having really no time beforehand since piper had been occupied with at least one of her teammates at almost all through the day.

- emma was sitting in her office when jessie and piper peaked their heads in almost identically, making her laugh at the sight and usher the two of them in.

“you must be piper. i’ve heard lots about you”

“hello” she said politely, rounding the desk so she could speak to emma properly “jessie says lots about you too”

emma nods “do you wanna see something?”

piper again nods politely and looks at jessie before emma pulls something out of her big drawer.

- it’s a small chelsea jersey with jessie’s name and number on the back.

- piper took it and bounced on her toes before waving the shirt “jessie!”

“i know! how cool!”

“now you match with your mama” emma had said whilst smiling, unknowingly making jessie freeze.

- at this point the exact role that jessie played in your life hadn’t really been discussed between the two of you and jessie had never called herself anything other than your girlfriend.

- piper was your daughter but there was no doubt in jessie’s mind that she loved piper like her own. it didn’t matter to the canadian that she was young and fresh out of college, she had really begun to see the three of you as a little family.

- piper looks confused before returning back to jessie’s side, seemingly brushing off emma’s comment to instead wave the shirt around some more “put on please”

- jessie obeyed her request and replaced her pastel purple sweater on it with the mini jersey, smiling triumphantly when piper did a little spin.

“matching my jessie” she said “but don’t tell auntie leah”

jessie laughed loudly “we won’t tell leah, it’ll be our secret”

- you damn near dropped dead when you came home to your daughter in a chelsea jersey

“she doesn’t leave the house in it” you pointedly looked at the shirt and then back to jessie

“of course babe”

#pegs answers #jessie fleming

[rizzystem]

tntduo pride flag 😘😘🥰🥰🥰☺🥰😚😋

there is the main one, and three alternative versions, two character-specific

free to use these with credit!! PLEASE FUCKIN TELL ME U UNDERSTAND WHAT WITH CREDIT MEANS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE TAG ME IF YOU USE IT AHAHAHA /nm

The Quackity and Wilbur specific ones have a lighter shade of blue and red respectively over them, and obviously we have The Tntduo Image

The colour meaning goes as follows

Gaudy Red: Steamy Passion and Wilbur Soot

Mustard Yellow: Cowardice, Mental Illness and Wilbur Sweater

Slightly Off-Cream White: Purity, Quackity Shirt, White streak in my hair but n-

Blu: Quackity Beanie and Sadness

this is incredibly accurate and would be appreciated if you spread the word thank you tntduo nation

#maybe if you ask nicely ill make more dsmp pride flags #tntduo #c!wilbur #c!quackity #wilbursoot #wilbur soot #tnt duo #tntblr #quackity #quackityhq #cwilbur #cquackity #tntduo pride flag #dsmp pride flag #dsmp flags #come on you make my stupid garlic post popular i actually spent time on this one guys

[laurasanchez36]

Gia the Humanoid Fairy-Angel Hybrid and Sammy the Storyteller Meerkat My NEW MSA X FNAF OCS

1. Gia the Humanoid Fairy-Angel Hybrid

Full Name: Gia the Humanoid Fairy-Angel Hybrid, Daisy (in the past)

First Name:

Last Name:

Nicknames:

Gender: Female

Profile Pic

Age: 6 (deceased)

Blood Type:

Occupation:

Actual or Past Occupation:

Favourite Shows/Games: ___/___/___

(___,___,___)

Favourite Food:

Instrument: Guitar

Favourite Animal:

Family Members Relatives:

Other Family Members Relatives:

Species: Human (in the past), Animatronic Fairy-Angel Hybrid

Friends: Freddy Fazbear, Markus, Bonnie the Bunny, Cream, Chica the Chicken, Foxy the Pirate Fox, Me/Laura (her animatronic Yellow Cat from), Golden Freddy, Black Charro, Sammy, Mindy Pepper, Muffet Pepper and Izzy (his best friends), Sarah (You/Her), Tia and others

Enemies: Purpler Guy/William Afton

Alignment: Good

Likes:

Dislikes:

Hobby:

Goals: Helps Freddy and her friends to defeat Purple Guy/William Afton and returning to her family (Both Succeeded)

Weapons:

Powers and Abilities:

Skills and Abilities:

Fears/Phobias:

Skin Colour: ___ (in the past), ___ (her animatronic Fairy-Angel Hybrid from)

Eyes Colour: ___ (in the past), ___ (her animatronic Fairy-Angel Hybrid from)

Hair Colour: ___ (in the past), ___ (her animatronic Fairy-Angel Hybrid from)

Clothes: ___ (in the past), ___ (her animatronic Fairy-Angel Hybrid from)

Shoes: ___ (in the past), ___ (her animatronic Fairy-Angel Hybrid from)

Accessories: Fairy/Angel Hybrid Wings and Fairy Magic Wand Toy (in the past), Fairy/Angel Hybrid Wings and Fairy Magic Wand (her animatronic Fairy-Angel Hybrid from)

Hair Styles: ___ (in the past), ___ (her animatronic Fairy-Angel Hybrid from)

Nationality:

Sexuality:

That one sounds like Blue Fairy (from Disney), Glinda (from Wizard of Oz) and Enchantress (from Barbie)

2. Sammy the Storyteller Meerkat

Full Name: Sammy the Storyteller Meerkat, Phineas (in the past)

First Name:

Last Name:

Nicknames:

Gender: Male

Profile Pic

Age: 8 (deceased)

Blood Type:

Occupation:

Actual or Past Occupation:

Favourite Shows/Games: ___/___/___

(___,___,___)

Favourite Food:

Instrument: Guitar

Favourite Animal:

Family Members Relatives:

Other Family Members Relatives:

Species: Human (in the past), Animatronic Meerkat

Friends: Freddy Fazbear, Markus, Bonnie the Bunny, Cream, Chica the Chicken, Foxy the Pirate Fox, Me/Laura (her animatronic Yellow Cat from), Golden Freddy, Black Charro, Gia, Mindy Pepper, Muffet Pepper and Izzy (his best friends), Sarah (You/Her), Tia and others

Enemies: Purpler Guy/William Afton

Alignment: Good

Likes:

Dislikes:

Hobby:

Goals: Helps Freddy and his friends to defeat Purple Guy/William Afton and returning to his family (Both Succeeded)

Weapons:

Powers and Abilities:

Skills and Abilities:

Fears/Phobias:

Skin Colour: ___ (in the past), ___ (his animatronic storyteller meerkat from)

Eyes Colour: ___ (in the past), ___ (his animatronic storyteller meerkat from)

Hair Colour: ___ (in the past), ___ (his animatronic storyteller meerkat from)

Clothes: T-Shirt with Shinning Star and Overalls (in the past), Sweater and Overalls (his animatronic storyteller meerkat from)

Shoes: ___ (in the past), ___ (his animatronic storyteller meerkat from)

Accessories: Vest, Headband with Meerkat ears and Tail Set Unisex Meerkat (in the past), Tie (his animatronic storyteller meerkat from)

Hair Styles: ___ (in the past), ___ (his animatronic storyteller meerkat from)

Nationality:

Sexuality:

That one sounds like Timon (from The Lion King) and Little Dreamer (from Hanazuki)

For @mysteryideasgroup and @sfcabanasstarcgs

#my new msa x fnaf ocs #msa x fnaf au #msa x fnaf #msa au crossover #msa au #gia the humanoid fairy-angel hybrid and sammy the storyteller meerkat my new msa x fnaf ocs

[offense-is-the-best-defence]

The halls had been decked with greenery, bright ribbons & multi coloured candles. Gifts from the major nations of Azeroth had arrived & were placed in the main hall. When the gift from Glineas arrived, Jaina placed it in the the north tower lest it decided to explode. This year marked her & Sylvanas’ first Winter Veil together & she would be dammed if the Worgen would ruin it.

Sylvanas held the garment at arms length in front of her, her undead eyes trying to process the riot of colours. The creator had tried to combine the colours of the Forsaken, Silvermoon & Kul Tiras, the effect was... interesting to say the least.

The sweater was purple, banded with green & gold. Each band was bordered in blue & alternately featured a bow & staff, the neck was red as was the cuffs, decorated by a band of skulls. Despite the clash of colours, Sylvanas could not fault the skill involved in the garment.

Jaina breezed into the room, placing a kiss on her wife’s forehead.

‘Mother sent you a sweater?’ she said with a grin.

‘Have... have I offended Lady Katherine?’ asked Sylvanas hesitantly, idly wondering if the sending of awful sweaters was an odd Kul Tiran insult. She dismissed the idea, her relations with the former Lord Admiral had been very cordial of late.

‘No.’ laughed Jaina. ‘It’s a Proudmoore tradition to gift sweaters to family on Winter’s Veil.’

‘Oh.’ Sylvanas was at a loss for words. Family. How long had it been since she had one of those?

‘Of course, you will be expected to wear it when Mother comes for dinner today.’ said Jaina with a smirk.

The Banshee Queen’s face fell for a second. ‘There are 2 sweaters.’ she smiled.

Jaina groaned. ‘Of course there is.’

Lady Katherine arrived quietly with only 2 guards to accompany her. Barring a green & gold sweater with gold epaulets, she wore dark woollen trousers with black knee-high boots.

‘Jaina! Sylvanas!’ she beamed. ‘Happy Winter’s Veil.’

‘I’m so glad you could make it, Mother.’ said Jaina, hugging her mother.

‘Lady Katherine. Welcome.’

‘I see you got my gifts.’ she smiled.

‘A gift I will not soon forget.’ said Sylvanas with a frozen smile. Though they were out of sight, she could feel her Dark Ranger & as they made their way to dinner she could hear occasional giggles & sniggers.

A large circular table sat laden with a roast boar with all the trimmings. In deference to her wife & mother-in-law, Sylvanas had provided Tirigarde perch in a creamy white sauce.

‘How lovely. I did not expect this.’ said Katherine.

‘A good host is always sensitive to the tastes of her guests, Lady Katherine.’ said Sylvanas, pulling a chair out for Jaina.

‘Or their wife.’ remarked Katherine.

‘Indeed.’

After half an hour Sylvanas broke, she had endured the glaring presence of her Ranger & their mirth at her apparel for too long.

‘Rangers! You may join us.’

5 rangers appeared from different corners of the room & sat down at the table.

Despite that she knew of the Rangers capabilities, their appearance still surprised Lady Katherine.

‘Dark Lady, Frost Lady, Lady Katherine.’ said Anya, bowing her head & the other rangers followed suit.

‘There is a lot of ladies in this room.’

‘Isn’t there?’

‘Dark Lady, your sweater is most... becoming.’

‘It suits you. Such Lovely colours.’

Sylvanas’ smile dropped & glared at her rangers, her eyes promising dire punishment.

‘If you admire it so much, perhaps Lady Katherine would give me the name of her tailor.’

The smiles of the Rangers disappeared, their eyes sliding to Katherine as if waiting on a death sentence.

‘I made the sweaters myself, I would be delighted to outfit your Rangers.’

‘Marvelous. The generosity of Kul Tirans is unmatched, is it not, Anya?’

‘It is a wonder, Dark Lady.’ replied Anya stiffly.

‘I shall start upon my return to Kul Tiras.’

‘How wonderful.’ grinned Sylvanas.

#world of warcraft #sylvania #jaina proudmoore #sylvanas windrunner #sometimes i write shit #i apologise to the better writers who have already done this

[dmicld]

do you have any dmcl fic/author recommendations? :o

YES! this is not comprehensive AT ALL. also i’m only including completed fics bc i know some people don’t like to read wips, and also i’m trying to keep this on the hidden gems side, so stuff you won’t find on the first few pages by kudos/bookmarks. dmcl has so many good deep cuts!!

absolutely favorite beloveds:

ghosting by antimonicacid: really fantastic character study for claude and dimitri. honestly has one of my favorite pre ts dimitris in a fic bar none maybe. this has very quintessential dmcl energy bc theyre so… gentle w each other in this fic? idk i love it. great dedue cameo

the last chapter is explicit but not… necessary for resolution so if it’s not you’re thing you can not read that part.

the ground all around, it was always holy by themorninglark: really beautiful pre ts dimitri character study from claude’s perspective. the writing in this fic is stunning, and the development of their relationship is so compelling and wonderful. this one sort of breaks my heart but it’s not sad the writing just kind of makes me ache a bit.

dreams, they’re for those who sleep by longboyzone: really intimate moment near the end of white clouds that really captured me. i’ve reread this one a lot and i think abt it. also features gentle dmcl. would recommend the other two one shots by this author as well. they’re all really good

celestially written by aetherae: this fic is so good to me i’m obsessed with it? the whole series actually. it just hits so many dmcl buttons for me but basically it’s a joint route vw/am fic where claude takes the hit for dimitri after gronder rather than rodrigue. except like instead of being abt any of that it’s like 13k of people gossiping abt when dmcl is actually gonna get together and it’s. so. good. the outsider pov dmcl in this one just hits idk what else to say. they also have a bunch of other dmcl fics i’ve read that are really good but they’ve written like 30+ fe fics so i’d say just check their profile out!

lion in the mist by trilies: this fic has really stuck so me since i first read it probably because it’s so unique? this has claude (+ the deer) coming across dimitri midskip while traveling to fraldarius. i really love how both dimitri and claude are handled in this fic, idk you can tell the author is handling them both deliberately and with care? and the atmosphere this fic creates is really fantastic. they also are rather prolific so i’d check out their page as well. bc they have so much good dmcl

wear your colours by metallic_sweet: okay i said i wouldn’t do anything you could find on the first few pages of the ao3 tag but this was my first joint route fic and it lives in my heart for a lot of reasons. honest to god some of the best fe3h world building i’ve read in a fic like fodlan feels like a place here that contains 3 nations with distinct cultures. also this fic really takes seriously how dark the world of fodlan truly is without making dmcl ‘darker’ than they are as well? it’s a delicate balance and they do it fantastically. has an unfinished sequel (also worth reading—the whole series is, but dmcl isn’t the focus of every fic) that breaks my heart every day.

other dearly adored:

these are all also SO good but i couldn’t keep writing paragraphs

sweater weather by midoriverte: dmcl pre ts winters shenanigans. also their other dmcl fic is really good.

wound care by whoreromovie: a little bit of claude patching dimitri up for the soul. very soft and sweet between them

giving hands by asoryuun: SYLDUE RIGHTS!! and outsider pov dmcl my beloved. high recommend this one is fun

comfort of frailties (orphaned): DMCL SNEAKING OUT !! love this one it’s just… so sweet. so so sweet. and it has art that goes with it!!

the sweetest lullaby by aetherae: i know i recced smth else by them but i had to include this too. god i want dimitri to get some fucking sleep

whatever possessed you by fealle: pre ts dimitri and claude evasion ring character study get together. you love to see it.

if you do NOT mind wips then my recs are:

princes of silver and gold: the fantastic joint route time travel fic by @travelling-on-the-octopath. this fic my beloved <3 s has an insane handle on dialogue and scene pacing, and some stunning writing. check it out!!!

golden dawn: golden route that starts out at the prologue and completely reworks pre ts. i love the dmcl in this fic they’re so good. also has edeIeth if that’s something you do or do not enjoy, AND mind the chapter warnings if you have triggers

to this vow, i hold fast: this is a post azure moon arranged marriage fic and i adore it. probably everything abt it? there’s a lot of platonic affection in this fic which is really my jam in particular but i love how well dmcl is developed and how the extended cast is incorporated

#also i’m so strong i resisting the urge to self promote pls be proud of me </3 #also i know i’m leaving some out but 😭 those are the ones i remember #if anyone else has any they wanna add just do <3 #dmcl #ask

[fleurcareil]

BC: East Kootenay

When I left Nelson, there was no longer ash falling on the car but still a lot of smoke and the sudden 10C drop in temperature from the day before held out, so suddenly I was wearing a sweater & scarf again!

Ferries always make me think of holiday (when we were little, we would take the ferry across the Mediterranean from Tunisia to the Netherlands & France, maybe that's why?), so even with poor view I enjoyed the 35-minute (free!) crossing of Kootenay Lake. Upon landing, I visited the Pilot Bay lighthouse which was in use from 1905 to 1993 to guide ships on the long lake on days like this with poor visibility... I was able to climb tiny stairs to the top but the view remained the same; none! 😂 Somewhat further south, I walked a bit on Lockheart Beach and could only imagine the mountains surrounding it.

Still further south on the lake I visited the Glass House, completely made out of embalming bottles that an undertaker had collected through his job (the strangest hobbies one can have!?!😁) and which is still lived in during the winter by his descendants.

Off the lake now, the town of Creston has two grain elevators that I had wanted to take a photo of (given that we're west of the Rockies instead of on the prairies) but they were in such a bad state that I didn't even bother stopping.

I had planned to do some wine tasting in the famous Okanagan wine valley, so instead I did one in the up & coming Creston wine valley at the Baillie-Grohman winery... out of the four that I sampled, the pinot gris was my favourite to go with the baked brie. 😊

I stayed overnight at a nearby private campground, which interestingly had simple garbage bins right next to my site instead of bear/raccoon/other wildlife-proof ones... having been conditioned to always keep food securely packed away, it was a bit unsettling but luckily the night passed uneventful. 👍

Next day, driving northeast up to Radium Hot Springs where there were another two large fires, the smoke was getting worse so I didn't feel like doing anything and cancelled all other attractions I had earmarked as potentially interesting; any viewpoints ofcourse, paddling on a pretty lake, a trout hatchery and a hike to the source of the Columbia River... With the town of Nelson having been unexpectedly the farthest west on my trip in BC, I had hoped that things would improve going back so it was disheartening that nothing changed. I had not wanted to travel to East Kootenay in the first place, and I did not like it now! 😣😅

Instead, I drove straight to my campround at Radium, set up shop and then had a soak in the nearby hot springs which improved my mood. After a tasty jambalaya dinner, I spent the evening playing solitaire and won three times in a row! 😄

In the morning, it rained but there was no smoke, and you cannot imagine how happy I was... I had not thought that I would be so glad to see proper clouds again!😂

At the hot springs the previous day, I had already spotted the first few bighorn sheep (most without big horns though) and now I saw quite a few more on my way out along the canyon. Bighorn sheep don't lose their horns annually such as deer so they grow longer each year, and you can determine their age from the horn rings just like trees... roadkill is unfortunately a major issue, but this was not going to be by me (the duck was enough!!) so I slowed down properly. 👍

In Kootenay National Park, I checked out Olive Lake which is spring-fed and has pretty colours but the rain made it a brief stop.

The road follows the Kootenay river, which with its light-blue glacial water was a bit monotone with the grey-white sky, but still pretty and with an impressive flow, not to swim in!

I started a hike crossing the river towards a lake but turned around at the bridge, as I didn't feel at ease. August is prime berry time for bears and as I didn't see anyone else on the trail, it felt a bad choice to continue... I'm not too concerned about black bears as they tend to flee when they see humans (unless they feel threatened), but grizzly bears are aggressive and will attack, against which my hiking poles & whistle are not really up to 😯. Lesson learnt; if I ever come back to BC and the Rockies, I would want to be in a larger group so that I can hike more!

I did do a small hike in a fire restoration area as the parking lot was full and there were more people on the trail. The scenery was a bit haunting with a lot of dead trees but at the same time it had a positive feel to it as new plants were taking over. The area has had four fires in the last 20 years, some natural and some burned on purpose to create meadows, which does not only reduces the risk of devastating, out-of-control fires but also provides important habitat for wildlife who depend on the grasses & shrubs for their survival.

Although there was a tiny bit of blue sky during the hike, once I got to the Marble Canyon campground, it rained and rained and rained, so I sat comfortably in the car reading a magazine until there was a dry spell, set up the tent in record time and continued reading there when the rain restarted. 😁

In the morning it still rained on & off but it felt really good to breathe fresh mountain air, so I was not fed up yet. 😅 Out of the 3 Rockies canyons (Johnston in Banff & Maligne in Jasper are the other two), I found my hike at Marble Canyon to be the prettiest, as the river has carved deep into the rocks, leaving a narrow chasm with the water way down below. Impossible to photograph its full length, the waterfall plunging down into the canyon is unbelievable! 😍 As a bonus, the sun even came out!

The other highlight of Kootenay park is the Paint Pots, ochre-red pools that were used by the Indigenous for e.g. body painting. I had a vague recollection that we were disappointed when we were here in 2010 and that got reconfirmed once I got to the 2-3 small pools... nothing special here but the hike to them was pretty enough not to make it a waste.

As the weather was flipflopping between rain & sunshine and I didn't want to get rained on another hike, I decided to spend the afternoon in Banff as there were still several things I was interested to explore & it would be fun to go for dinner in town... Banff was just 30 minutes away on the other side of the Continental Divide, which determines whether a rain droplet flows west to the Pacific Ocean or east to the Atlantic Ocean. Kinda cool to think how different those paths would be if you were to be a rain droplet! 😉

Am running out of my photo limit so next post will be about Banff (2nd visit) and Jasper!

Wildlife: 21 bighorn sheep (only 2 with actual big horns 😜) at Radium

SUPs: none

Hikes: 4 at Kootenay Park

Distance driven from last map: 1,631km

[the-cloudy-dreamer]

About me (II) @mathomhouse-e tagged me and since we all at the Dreamling Nation server are getting to know each other I’m happy to share over here 🖤

Nickname: My name doesn’t lend itself for nicknaming BUT I use Meiga as my artist/illustrator name and Cloudy is more than fine too specially in fandom/tumblr context.

Sign: Capricorn ☀️ Gemini 🌙 Aquarius ⬆️

Height: 1.60 cm

Last thing I googled: Ferdinand Kingsley + Tudors ( since me and @quillingwords were having a conversation about historical dramas it seemed pertinent!)

Song stuck in my head: Ziggy Stardust- David Bowie and Frankenstein- Rina Sawayana ( I have @virgo-dream to thank for the last one 😂)

Number of followers: Somehow 247 —I’ve gotten some followers after all my silly Sandman posts

Amount of sleep: 4 or 5 hours? chronic back pain is the worst specially now that is winter and it’s cold—it’s hard to sleep right now for me.

Dream job: I’m an illustrator and my dream job would be doing editorial work specially if it was for publications and authors that I admire.

Wearing: Right now—dark grey baggy sweat pants, an attack on Titan graphic t-shirt and a loose fluffy black sweater.

Movies/books that summarize you: Too many to name! but my favorite genre is fantasy and horror so you get the idea.

Favorite song: Too many to name again! But I’ll go with Rock&Roll Suicide-David Bowie because I was just hearing The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the spiders from Mars.

Favorite instrument: Probably plain old human voice —perhaps piano and violin?

Aesthetic: My general aesthetic is black on black on black—some people find it depressing I find that black is my happy colour I always feel comfy wearing it.

Favorite authors: Too many to name again! I’ll mention Alejandra Pizarnik because I was just revising her diaries and I’m always reading her poetry. Sylvia Plath, Mariana Enriquez, Banana Yoshimoto are some amazing woman authors that I love.

And of course I have to mention Neil Gaiman here because I just adore his books 🖤

Random fun fact: Years and years ago before there was an actual Coraline movie I worked for months in a small Mexican animation studio doing some character design for a Coraline 2D project—but LAIKA studios started working on the movie that we all know and love and the project I was working on got shut down 🤷🏻‍♀️ which was a pity because we were doing some amazing work! ( an as a side note I never got paid for the work I did on that 😂)

I think just about everyone was tagged for this but I’ll tag some of you guys again @sonata-ix @littledreamling @wintersmitth @firemandeanbuck @ghostboyjules @runningheadless @hopefulpenance @aquilathefighter

#tag game #tags #about me

[ghcstlyhearts]

CHARACTER BASICS

Full Name: Christian Silvestre

Nickname: Kit, Chrissy (Only by Kai)

Age: 31

Gender: Cis Man

Pronouns: He & Him

Ethnicity: Spanish & N/A

Nationality: Spanish

Education: Private tutors, not that he paid much attention.

Occupation: Lifeguard & Co-owner of Skulls & Barbells

Hometown: The Ocean

Current location: Ashborne City ( however he juggles his time here, or aboard the Estrella )

Species: Hybrid (Human/Siren)

Written Aesthetics: messy sheets and an unmade bed, hand-knitted sweaters, taking a punch with a grin & finger guns accompanied by a wink.

trigger warnings:

CHARACTER APPEARANCE 

Face Claim: Casey Deidrick

Height: 6'5"

Hair Colour: Dark brown

Eye Colour: Hazel

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Distinguishing Features: A scar across his left brow from walking into part of the ship - constantly giving him a slit in his brow, a charming smile, several tattoos, an ear peircing in his right ear accompanied by an ear cuff.

SUPERNATURAL EXTRAS 

Abilities: enchanced swimmer & nagivator, bioluminescence, marine telepathy & empathy. // weaknesses: emotional vulnerability, magical boundaries & emotional ties to the ocean.

Have you always been aware of your abilities?: No, I was unaware of them at first, our father hiding them from us. It wasn't until I realised that mentally talking to fish was unusual, that I realised I wasn't entirely human.

Favorite Magical Items:  An enchanted compass, spelled by a witch with a locator spell that it would always point in the direction of where his sister was, so that he can always find his way back to her after being separated for so long.

What supernatural creature is your character most scared of?: He's not really scared of any of them, honestly. Mostly curious, and maybe a slight bit wary.

Who or what would they die for? His twin, his crew, what he believes is right.

Does your character fight or flee? He's more of a plotter. He lurks in the background, planning the best form of attack and then fights, and due to his usual nature, he's often underestimated.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: Whimsical, Charming & Enthusiastic.

Negative Traits: Absent-Minded, Fickle & Resentful.

Neutral Traits: Active, Cunning & Adaptive.

Goals/desires: To protect his sister and their crew, uncover more about his heritage & overall, be happy and content.

Fears: His father returning, loosing Kai again, never finding his true love, not being taken seriously.

Hobbies: Knitting, karaoke (though he's terrible at it), teaching yoga to kids, swimming, dancing & working out.

Habits: Fiddling with things when he's nervous, raising his eyebrows, shooting finger guns at people, flirting with people he probably shouldn't.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Q’S

QUESTION ONE: were you born on the island, if so, what kind of curiosities do you have about the world beyond? if you weren’t, what do you miss about the world outside veritas isles?  "No, but apparently my mother might have been. However, as much as I've tried to dig into her, I can't seem to find anything. If she was here, it's like she was erased completely."

QUESTION TWO: what is your favorite part about the island?  "Learning about all the other creatures, and meeting so many new people. As much as I love my crew, I'm intrigued by everyone I meet."

QUESTION THREE: if your character is supernatural, do they fear humans? if human, do they fear the supernatural?  "I don't really fear them, as such, but I am wary of them. Though I've had a few... encounters of a certain kind with a fair few and they've not done me harm so far."

QUESTION FOUR: share a fun headcanon or fact about your character! this doesn’t have to be long, just something to introduce us to your character!  He was once given a choice to run away from the life of a pirate, from the horrible reign of his father by his first love. However, he realised that in doing so, he would be abandoning his sister, and that he would be homesick for the ocean. So, he left them, as much as it broke his heart to do so. He hasn't seen them since.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION 

BIO | PLAYLIST | PINTEREST

WANTED CONNECTIONS

His first love - they were probably late teens/young adults, and it was shortly before he overthrew his father. They were on land for a bit, and he fell for them, but when they asked him to run away with them, he ultimately declined, not wanting to abandon his twin. He hasn't seen them since.

His crew - BRING US PIRATES PLS

Best Friend (Pirate Edition) - possibly his right hand person, the person on the ship that he cares for and trusts most besides his sister.

Best Friend (Island Edition) - Since coming to the Isle 8 years ago, the two are practically inseparable, he adores them to pieces, and considers them his best friend (aside from those in his crew, of course)

Various Friends, he's a friendly dude

Hook ups - Boy loves to sleep around, not entirely prone to one night stands as he's more likely to keep them around until they/he gets bored.

Exes - His relationships never truly last long, for various reasons. However, if they ask him to choose between them and his twin/crew? instant relationship ender.

He also teaches pirate yoga to kids, so if anyone has children, send them to yoga

#about; christian silvestre. #task; christian silvestre. #vih.task01 #vih.intro

[wwwewsworld]

Pop/indie

- [x] Ciao Adios- Anne-Marie

- [x] 2002- Anne-Marie

- [x] Sing- Ed Sheeran

- [x] Back To you- Selena Gomez

- [x] Dont- Ed Sheeran

- [x] Mad Love- Sean Paul

- [x] No Lie- Sean Paul and Dua Lipa

- [x] Summer- Calvin Harris

- [x] My Love- Route 94

- [x] Cool Kids-Echosmiths

- [x] Red Lights- Tieso

- [x] Ain’t my fault- Zara Larson

- [x] Wasted-Tieso

- [x] Blood// Water- Grandson

- [x] A sky full of Stars- Coldplay

- [x] Wake me up- Avicii

- [x] Stay the night- Zedd, Hayley Williams

- [x] Rolling in the deep- Adele

- [x] Ugly Heart- GRL

- [x] Beating Heart- Ellie Goulding

- [x] All Falls Down- Alan Walker

- [x] IDGAF-Dua Lipa

- [x] Budapest- George Ezra

- [x] Runaway (U & I)- Galanatis

- [x] Hello- Martin sölevge

- [x] M’en Aller- Canardo, Tal

- [x] Solo Dance- Martin Jesen

- [x] Nightmare- Halsey

- [x] Somebody to you- Vamps

- [x] Colours- Halsey

- [x] Ready to Start-Arcade Fire

- [x] Kiss me more- Dojo Cat, SZA

- [x] Save your tears- Weekend, Ariana Grande

- [x] Be Kind- Marshmallow, Halsey

- [x] I love it- Icona Pop

- [x] Slow down- Why don’t we

- [x] Bad guy- Bill Elilsh

- [x] Wild Heart- The Vamps

- [x] Eat them Apples- Suzi Wu

- [x] 911-Lady Gaga

- [x] East side- Benny Blanco

- [x] Hair too long- The Vamps

- [x] Send my Love (To you new lover)- Adlele

- [x] Juicy- Doja Cat

- [x] Stunning- Harm Franklin

- [x] Electric Love- Borns

- [x] Banquet- Bloc Party

- [x] You my Everything- Ellie Goulding

- [x] Hymn for the weekend- Coldplay

- [x] Style- Taylor Swift

- [x] I like it- Cardi B

- [x] Oh Cecila(Breaking my Heart)- The Vamps

- [x] Can’t you out of my head- Kylie Minogue

- [x] A-Punk- Vampire Weekend

- [x] What you Know- Two door Cinema Club

- [x] Can we Dance- The Vamps

- [x] Rose-SAINt JHN

- [x] Don’t give up girl- Clare Grogen

- [x] Wildflower- 5 Second of summer

- [x] We can’t stop- Miley Cyrus

- [x] The Passenger- Jolly boys

- [x] Portion for Foxes Rilo Kiley

- [x] Watermelon Suger- Harry Styles

- [x] Easier- 5 Second of Summer

- [x] Animal Neon Tree

- [x] Get off- The Dandy Warlos

- [x] 212- Azealia Bank

- [x] She look so perfect- 5sos

- [x] Polarize- Twenty one Pilots

- [x] Chelesea Dagger- The Fratellis

- [x] Time to Pretend- MGMT

- [x] I can’t get enough- Benny Blanco

- [x] Jingle Bell rock- The Vamps

- [x] Gecko(Overdue)- Oliver Heldens

- [x] Royals- Lordes

- [x] Confident- Demi Levato

- [x] 34+35 remix-Ariana Grande

- [x] I Got U- duke Dunmont

- [x] Driver License- Olivia Rodrigo

- [x] Last nite- The Stokes

- [x] Sexyback- Justin Timberlake

- [x] Talk- Why don’t we

- [x] Adventure of a lifetime- Coldplay

- [x] Pony- Ginuwine

- [x] Diamond- Rihanna

- [x] R U Mine- Arctic Monkeys

- [x] blow me-pink

- [x] Gimme More- Britney Spear

- [x] On the floor- Jennifer Lopez

- [x] Migraine- Twenty one pilots

- [x] Undercover Martyrs- Two door cinema club

- [x] Me- Taylor Swift

- [x] Just Dance- Lady Gaga

- [x] Cake by the Ocean- Dnce

- [x] Elastic Heart- Sia

- [x] Viva La Vida- Coldplay

- [x] Move you feet- Junior Senior

- [x] Sunflower- Post malone

- [x] Yellow- Coldplay

- [x] Fluresontce adleonces- Artic Monkeys

- [x] Daddy Issue -The neighbourhood

- [x] Umbrella- Rihanna

- [x] Candy- Robbie Willard

- [x] This is what you came for- Calvin Harris

- [x] Still don’t you know- Labrith

- [x] Someday- the strokes

- [x] Reptile- The stokes

- [x] You only live once- The stokes

- [x] Mr Brightside-The killers

- [x] Outside- Calvin Harris

- [x] Snap out of it- Atric Monkeys

- [x] Why do you only call me when ur high- Aricti Monkeys

- [x] Video Games- Lana del Ray

- [x] National anthems- Lana del Ray

- [x] Lolita- Lana del ray

- [x] Stay high- Tove Lo

- [x] Endtapes - They joy Formidable

- [x] Boss Bitch Doja Cat

- [x] Midnight city- M83

- [x] Somewhere only we know- Keane

- [x] Sweater Weather- The neighbourhood

- [x] Kids- MGTM

- [x] Little talks-Monsters of men

- [x] Girl from mars- Ash

- [x] Uprising- Muse

- [x] All for us- Labrith

- [x] Anything could happen- Ellie Goulding

- [x] Maniac- Conan Gray

- [x] Good for u- Olive Rodrigo

- [x] Lost Cause- Bille Elish

- [x] Trojans- Atlas Genius

- [x] Are you bored yet- Wallos

- [x] Girl like me- Black eye peas

- [x] Rare- Selena Gomez

- [x] A little bit Dangerous- Crmml

- [x] Give yourself a try- 1975

- [x] Satellite News- Feeders

- [x] Gimme Sympathy- Meric

- [x] Lloyd I’m ready to be heartbroken- Camera Obscura

- [x] Greek Tragedy- Wommbats

- [x] Under cover the darkness- The stokes

- [x] Tonuge tied- Group Love

- [x] Postition- Ariana Grande

- [x] If I ever leave this world alive- Flagging Molly

- [x] Instant Crush- Daft Punk

- [x] One more time- Daft Punk

- [x] Holding on to you- Twenty one Pilots

- [x] Semi Automatic- Twenty one pilots

- [x] The run and go- Twenty one pilots

- [x] You right- Doja Cats

- [x] Welcome to New York- Taylor swifts

- [x] Can I call you tonight- dayglow

- [x] Chinese new year- Sales

- [x] Sign of the time- Harry Styles

- [x] Welcome home- Radical face

- [x] Tear in my heart- 21 Pilots

- [x] Summertime sadness- Lana Del ray

- [x] Meet me at out spot- the anxiety

- [x] Campus- Vampire Weekend

- [x] Deadhead-The Montreal’s

- [x] Honeypie- Jawny

- [x] Paradise- Coldplay

- [x] Commè ca- south of France

- [x] Oops-( oh my) (feat tweet)

- [x] Deja Vu- Olivia Rodrigo

- [x] Are you satisfied?- Marina and the diamonds

- [x] Delicate- Damian Rice

- [x] 1234-Feist

- [x] Touch the sky-Julie The Sky

- [x] Young Folks- Peter Born and John

- [x] Middle- DJ Snake

- [x] Therapy- Andrew Garfield

- [x] These days- Jess Gylane and Macklemore

- [x] Waiting all night- Ella Frye

- [x] Dark Red- Steve Lacy

- [x] Freaks- Surf Curse

- [x] Goth Babe- Surf Curse

- [x] I’m not making out with you- Surf Curse

- [x] Young- Vacation

- [x] Jealous-Eye Dress

- [x] New Flesh- Current Joy

- [x] Kids- Current Joy

- [x] Fear- Current Joy

- [x] Television-Current Joy

- [x] Always forever- Cults

- [x] I can’t handle change- Roar

- [x] My kind of woman- Mac Demacoro

- [x] Disco- Surf Curse

- [x] Money- The drum

- [x] Fake plastic Trees- RadioHead

- [x] Weekend friend- Goth Babe

- [x] In till my head is dead- Surfe Curse

- [x] Paradise- George Ezra

- [x] Fake you out- twenty one pilots

- [x] Dog days are over- Flonce and the machine

- [x] Running up that hill- Kate Bush

- [x] Don’t you forget about me-Simple Minds

- [x] Come on Elieen- Dexy midnight runners

- [x] Whip it- Devo

- [x] Should I stay or should I go?- The Clash

- [x] Funky town- Lipp inc

- [x] I’m gonna be (500 miles)- the proclaim

- [x] Hero’s- David Bowie

- [x] Crown on the ground- Sleigh Bells

- [x] Born to die- Lana Del Ray

- [x] Me myself and I- G-Eazy

- [x] La Devotee- panic in the disco

- [x] Decode- Paramore

- [x] What the hell- Arvil Lavigne

- [x] Wake up- The Vamps

- [x] Arabella- The Arctic monkeys

- [x] The best damn thing- Arvil Lavigne

- [x] Don’t stop- 5sos

- [x] Mr Blue- Cathrine Feeny

- [x] Hey Beautiful- The Soilds

- [x] Oh Heart- Tanks and The bang as

- [x] Heartbreak girl- 5sos

- [x] 7 rings-Ariana Grande

- [x] With a little help from my friends- joe Anderson

- [x] Wish you were mine- Philip George

- [x] Misery Business-Paramore

- [x] Lone Digg- Cavan Palace

- [x] Teddy picker- The arctic Monkeys

- [x] Back to you- Louis Tomlinson

- [x] Last night- The vamps

- [x] How to be a heartbreaker- Marina and the diamonds

- [x] Seven nation army- The White Stripes

- [x] Everything shine- The push stars

- [x] Still into you- Paramore

- [x] House of Gold- twenty one pilot

- [x] 3 nights- Dominic Fike

- [x] I’m not a Robot- Marina and the Diamonds

- [x] Knees Sock- Arctic Monkeys

- [x] Chinatown-Wild nothings

- [x] Dancing- Krono- Remix

- [x] Prayer In C- Lilly Wood

- [x] Secret- One republic

- [x] Not Fair-Lilly Allen

- [x] The Violet Hour- Sea Wolf

- [x] Alright- Supergrass

- [x] Tropic Love- Diviners

- [x] Mardy Bum- Arctic Monkeys

- [x] Vindicated- Dashboard Confession

- [x] Heaven- Walkman

- [x] Black Sheep- Brie Larson

- [x] Hard time- Paramore

- [x] Ode to the Bouncer- Killer Studio

- [x] Soul meet body- Death cab for cutie

- [x] Feel good inc- Gorillaz

- [x] At least it was here-The 88

- [x] Him and I-G-Eazy, Halsey

- [x] Reflecting light- Sam Philips

- [x] Forever- Chvrches

- [x] Ong Ong- Blur

- [x] Oh no- Marina and the diamonds

- [x] Threshold Sex- OMB

- [x] Lights- Ellie Goulding

- [x] Brick by Boring brick- Paramore

- [x] Lolita- Lana del Ray

- [x] Ava- Famy

- [x] Bitch- Plasticines

- [x] Foundation- Kate Nash

- [x] Pink and white - Frank Ocean

- [x] Hey girl- Zoey Dechanel

- [x] Summertime Sad (non remix)- Lana Del ray

- [x] Rare- Selena Gomez

- [x] She’s a rainbow- Rolling stone

- [x] Do I wanna know- Artic Monkeys

- [x] Blue Jeans- Lana del Ray

- [x] Take me home- Bebe Rehxa

- [x] Rhinestone eye- Gorillaz

- [x] On melancholy hill- Gorillaz

- [x] Waves- Robin Schulz

- [x] No surprises- Radiohead

- [x] Karma police- Radiohead

- [x] Paranoid Androids- Radiohead

- [x] It aint me- Selena Gomez

- [x] 30/90-Andrew Garfield

- [x] Jealous- Nick Jona

- [x] Team- Lorde

- [x] Suddenly I see- Kt turnsell

- [x] ET- Kate Perry AND KANYE WEST

- [x] Boom clap- Charlie xcx

- [x] Blitzkrieg bop- Ramone

- [x] Can’t remember to forget you- Sharkia

- [x] Hot N Cold- Katy Parry

- [x] Good time- Owl City

- [x] Alone- Alan Walker

- [x] What else can I do- Encanto

- [x] The Family Madrigal- Encanto

- [x] All of you- Encanto

- [x] We don’t talk about Bruno- Encanto

- [x] Surface pressure- Encanto

- [x] Concanio Sunday- Eyedress

- [x] Woman- Doja Cat

- [x] Hollywood- Marina and the diamonds

- [x] Baby- Marina and the diamonds

- [x] Wait a minute- Willow

- [x] Reflection- Lea Salonga

- [x] Ain’t it fun- Paramore

- [x] Prom Queen- Beach bunny

- [x] How far ill go - Mona

- [x] When will my life begin- Mandy Moore

- [x] That how you know- Amy Adams

- [x] Hawaiian roller coster ride- lilo and stitch

- [x] Friend like me- Will Smith

- [x] Stranger like me- Phil Colin

- [x] Son of man- Phil Colin

- [x] You to a friend in me- Randy Newman

- [x] Love is a open door- Kristen Bell

- [x] Colour of the wind- Judy Kuhn

- [x] Where you are- Mona

- [x] Married life- Up

- [x] Dig a little deeper- Princess and the frog

- [x] I won’t say I’m in love- Hercules

- [x] A spoon of Sugar- Mary Poppins

- [x] Supercailfraglitic- Mary poppin

- [x] The incedit- Michel Giacchino

- [x] You’re Welcome- mona

- [x] Sing me to sing- Alan Walker

- [x] Empire ants- Gorillaz

- [x] Ignoreance- Paramore

- [x] XO- Beyoncé

- [x] Whistle while you work- Snow White

- [x] Bella Ciao-Manu Pilas

- [x] Johnny boy - Twenty one pilot

- [x] RollerCoster- Bean

- [x] Love runs out- One republic

- [x] Le festin- Camille

- [x] East of Eden-Zella Day

- [x] El Mañna- Gorillaz

- [x] The only exception- Paramore

- [x] Vertigo- Anya Marina

- [x] Something that I want- Grace Potter

- [x] Cold Cold man- Saint Motel

- [x] Stick and stone- Jonsi

- [x] The clapping song- Shirley Eiles

- [x] Goodbye Horse- Q lazzarus

- [x] He Mele no lilo- Lilo and stitch

- [x] Smells like teenage spirit- Nirvana

- [x] Song 2- Blur

- [x] Take me out- Franz Fredinand

- [x] American Idiot- Green day

- [x] Teenagers- my chemical romance

- [x] Holiday- Green day

- [x] Girls and boys- Blur

- [x] Basket case- Green day

- [x] Welcome to the black parade- my chemical romance

- [x] Dirty Harry- Gorillaz

- [x] Dare- Gorillaz

- [x] Doncamatic- Gorillaz

Humility- Gorillaz

- [x] Little Wonder- Rob Thomas

- [x] Something good can work- Two door Cinema Club

- [x] Pump up kids- Foster the people

- [x] Ode to sleep- twenty one poilets

- [x] Lnd Lily Allen

- [x] Boulevard of broken dream- Green day

- [x] Ready for the floor

[sohmiya]

Omg, omg, happy birthday!! I think I’m late because of timezones, so I’m super sorry, but I couldn’t pass up the chance to send you a fun birthday related ask.

I hope you've been having/had the bestest day because you are an angel and you deserve only good things in the world — like hugs and smooches and ice cream — so l'm virtually sending you all of those <33

A is definitely giving you a bouquet of flowers 💐 and they'll happily split their food with you, they'll even crack a smile — multiple smiles. Ooo, I expect B to get you a record player and a vinyl of your favourite album, and because they lysm they’ll definitely have a cute gold necklace with an 'N' on it that they'll wear for the day. K would wholeheartedly ditch their regular attire and aesthetic and go for something stylish with a pop of colour like olive green, and they'll be all sweet and take you out and end up pulling you into a music store on the way. P would be a whole load of handwritten love notes, a picnic date, and a late night drive — one hand on the steering wheel, the other gripping your thigh — you know, good shit. Shiloh and L are totally fighting for your attention all day, but Mei will always win in the end <3

I love you so much, Nikka <3 I created this tumblr and ifs in general just to write and share stuff, but the best thing by far of this whole experience has been creating and having a friendship with you, and I'm soo grateful for it <3

CRYING i just woke up and this is the first thing i see!!! thank you so much mila 😭😭🩷🩷🩷 and it’s okay omg don’t apologize

it is peak me energy to abuse my birthday powers and make a giggle as often as possible 🤭 and i’d tuck a tiny flower on their ear while we share a slice of cheesecake <3333 and PLEASEEEE i would 🥺 my way into getting b to recreate the necklace scene in chapter 9 with me 😭😭😭 also k in olive green….. 🫦 shdhsjsnsskksj but also k and i walking into a music store and they take a look at one of the guitars and i ask them to play something and they play a song they wrote for me 🥲 cries in single 💔 ALSO i just found out that june 23 is national pink day (so on brand for me lmao) so um….. is there any way i can get k to wear a pink sweater? 🫢 BUT GODJFHDKDKS P’S HAND ON MY THIGH WHILE THEY DRIVE SHEJDJWSJW THEY’RE FUCKING INSANE I JUST KNOW THEY’RE DOING THUMB RUBS TOO THEY’RE SO HOT i need p so baaaaad 😣😣 shiloh and l ehsjejskdjsksjsk but also me being a little shit and forcing them to work together in the kitchen with shiloh cooking for me and l baking me a cake and every few minutes i hear them grumbling and bickering 😭😭😭😭 but yesss you’re so right mei always wins. my best girl 🥰

MILA these hcs were so fun thank you again for making my day. i’m so grateful for our friendship too and i’m so so happy i met you 🥹 if community can be so toxic and draining sometimes but you’re one of the people that make it better. i love you so so much thank you again. i hope you’re sleeping now and that you wake up to an amazing weekend 🩷

#thank you for letting me have my y/n moments 😭 #mila ✨ #nikka answers

[symphonic-scream]

Here. OC Post.

I'm bored and no one asked but here's my little idiot troupe of OCs, all in one post. Let me introduce them to you

Minor context first; in this universe, the people's of one continent were granted magic by their patron to defend their homeland from invaders, and now, many generations later, only people with some percentage of that ancestry have a chance of having magic. In every generation, 13 children- one for each of the original nations -are born with higher magic potential, chosen at birth to be the next Guardians of this sacred land. These 13 here are the newest Guardians.

Note; everyone has surnames, I just didn't wanna write them all out.

First off is Dante, master of Strength magic. He's the group's leader, though he's conflicted over having this role. He doesn't know when to ask for help, wants to appear strong and capable to others, but this can lead to him crumbling under the pressure. Dante is a pretty big guy, at 17 he's about 6'0", and built like a wall. He's Latino, so he's pretty tan, and has hazel eyes and thin, dark hair he keeps cut military-short. He likes to wear solid coloured polo shirts and dark slacks.

Next, Aisha, who has Plant magic. Aisha is stubborn to a fault, and rarely let's things go. She doesn't care to keep her mouth shut, though everything she says is carefully thought over. She's protective, considers herself selfish, greedy, and doesn't like to be looked down upon. At 17 Aisha is 5'7", looks like a kickboxer. Her birth mother was middle eastern, and her hair is a light, curly brown, just long enough for a simple ponytail, and her eyes are deep brown. She typically wears darker colours, simple tanks and tees under a maroon bomber jacket, with dark jeans.

Third is Rowen with Illusion magic. She's almost too kind, believes that at their core, everyone is good, often helps resolve disputes with the others. Great at keeping secrets, almost too great. Doesn't have a very high opinion of herself, can't handle compliments very well. Coming in at 5'3", one of the shortest of the bunch at 17, looks like a gymnast. Rowen is rather pale, with long blonde hair and warm honey-brown eyes. She's often seen in warm sweaters and soft skirts.

Then, it's Maria, user of Copy magic. Maria is a daydreamer at heart, and often sets her hopes too high. She tends to get anxious over things, but does have a genuine curiosity that has her eating her words and charging forwards despite her nerves. She's 5'5", and the least muscled of the whole group. Maria is mixed Black and Japanese, though most of her features are the former, with curly dark hair and dark eyes. Most of the time she's wearing large t-shirts and lighter casual pants.

Hugo is fifth, and he's got Protection magic. A quiet soul, he's more content to just be around people than engage with them. He enjoys caring for his friends, making sure they're taking care, and hates to see them in any pain. Hugo is the tallest at 6'3", and he's damn lanky. He's some parts Spanish and Jewish, though it's messy how split that is, with soft brown hair and green-brown eyes. He tends to wear crew necks, with cargo pants.

Number six is Korain, who uses Darkness magic. While he tends to be broody, and look annoyed, he cares very deeply. He's always focused on the bad, the wrong, the unfair and unjust, and often fails to see the good. He's tied for shortest at 5'3", built for martial arts. He's Korean, with mid length dark hair and dark eyes. Korain wears lots of dark colours, layering shirts under a hoodie or jacket with black trousers.

Seventh is Tiao, Speed magic master. Always filled with energy, he doesn't know how to stop. His words come faster than he can think them, and often says things that don't make sense. He's prideful, but depends on extrinsic motivation and praise. He's 5'9", runners build. He dyes his hair bright orange, spikes it back like it's being blown back by the wind, and he's Chinese. He wears bright colours, goofy shirts, athletic shorts.

Next up is Kayla, with Earth magic. She likes to appear like a slacker, but she's already three steps ahead. She knows she's hot shit and will proudly say it, unafraid to be who she is, unapologetically. She's a bit of a prankster, as her mischievous streak runs a mile long. Though, if she ever falls hard, she might not be able to pick herself up alone. 5'6", Kayla is built like a wrestler, and the only full indigenous guardian this generation. She dyes her hair a pale pink, keeps it in two twin tails, and has startling green eyes. She likes athlesure wear. Joggers, a running shirt, she's set.

Zachary or Zach, number nine, user of Water magic. Born mostly deaf, Zach has a calm mind, and enjoys having deep, mindful conversations. He shows his care behind the scenes, cleaning up when no one's around to see, restocking everyone's favourite snacks, he wants to be useful even if no one has to know. He's 6'1", a swimmer, and black. Most of the time his dark hair is shaved low to his head, and his eyes are a dark green. Zach likes to dress down, in simple t-shirts and khakis.

Then we've got Cameron who goes by "Cam", who uses Animal magic. The resident hype man, Cam loves to support his friends, let them know they're loved and appreciated. He's soft, often takes things a little hard, but so far he's always bounced back. A great listener, a great cuddler, he feels everything so strongly, even crying during movies that weren't sad. He's 5'6", looks like an acrobat. His light brown hair is wavy and kept short, and his eyes are a golden-brown. He's stylish, wears only clothes he knows make him look good, like patterned collared shirts, slim shorts.

Torren is eleventh with his Electric magic. Quick to anger, he's the world's shortest fuse, with an explosive temper to match. He'll always bite back harder, always trying to get the last word in. He doesn't like being mad, he doesn't enjoy being angry, he just doesn't know how else to deal with the mess in his head. He's 5'8", pale as paper, built like a boxer. His dirty blonde hair is wild, sticks up when he's mad from static, and his eyes are an electric blue. He tends to wear hoodies and big plaid jackets, with cargo pants or shorts.

Next we've got Alexandria, Sound magic user. She believes in telling it as it is, even if it hurts. She'll tell you exactly what she's thinking, and wants everyone to believe she has nothing to hide, whether she does or not is between her and herself. Not afraid to start a fight, she can appear apathetic or harsh to people who aren't too close to her. Coming in at 5'9" she looks lean but packs a mean punch. Alexandria keeps half of her long, dark brown hair braided close to the side of her head, claims she's debating shaving that side, with green eyes. She wears dark band shirts, dark jeans, sometimes a deep blue jacket.

And, last but not least, Ishan, who has Fire magic. Not one to speak up, Ishan often feels lost. Lost with himself, lost in who he is and what that means. He's looking for his place in the world, hoping he won't end up left behind or all alone. He's south Asian, 5'8", just seems generally fit. His dark hair is curly, and he tries to keep it short but often forgets to cut it, and his eyes are dark brown. Ishan often wears long sleeved shirts with track pants, but he rolls his sleeves up.

That's our main cast and some stuff about them. I'm working on this project again for now, and I'd love to talk about it more! So feel free to ask me about anything, I'm eager to share!

#long post #my stuff #ocs #dante #aisha #rowen #maria #hugo #korain #tiao #kayla #cameron #zach #torren #alexandria #ishan #please ask me about them #i love them so much