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fourthwingfan · 2 months

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Madness - Chapter 4

Warning: It's a war college so don't read it if you sensitive to violence death etc.

Note: We have finally a "decent" conversation between Xaden and Aelin. And guess what? We have a new nickname. From Xaden. Soo goood. 😍

Enjoy :)

The sparring ring is where riders are made or broken. After all, no respectable dragon would choose a rider who cannot defend themselves, and no respectable cadet would allow such threat to the wing to continue training.

-Major Afendra’s guide to the Riders Quadrant

(Unauthorized Edition)

“Elena Sosa, Brayden Blackburn.” Captain Fitzgibbons reads from the death roll, flanked by two other scribes on the dais as we stand in silent formation in the courtyard, squinting into the early sun.

This morning, we’re all in rider black, and there’s a single silver four-pointed star on my collarbone, the mark of a first-year, and a Fourth Wing patch on my shoulder. We were issued standard uniforms yesterday, summer-weight tightfitted tunics, pants, and accessories after Parapet was over, but not flight leathers. There’s no point handing out the thicker, more protective combat uniforms when half of us won’t be around come Threshing in October. The armored corset Mira made us isn’t regulation, but I fit right in among the hundreds of modified uniforms around me.

After the last twenty-four hours and one night in the first-floor barracks, I’m starting to realize that this quadrant is a strange mix of we-might-die-tomorrow hedonism and a brutal efficency in the name of the same reason.

“Jace Sutherland.” Captain Fitzgibbons continues to read, and the scribes next to him shift their weight. “Dougal Luperco.”

I think we’re somewhere in the fifties, but I lost count. This is the only memorial the names will get, the only time they’ll be spoken of in the citadel.

There are a hundred and fifty-six of us in the first floor of the dormitory building, our beds positioned in four neat rows in the open space. Private rooms are like flight leathers - you don’t get one until you survive Threshing.

“Simone Casteneda.” Captain Fitzgibbons closes the scroll. “We commend their souls to Malek.” The god of death.

I blink. Guess we were closer to the end than I thought.

There’s no formal conclusion to the formation, no last moment of silence. The names on the scroll leave the dais with the scribes, and the quiet is broken as the squad leaders all turn and begin to address their squads.

“Hopefully you all ate breakfast, because you’re not going to get another chance before lunch,” our squad leader says. His name is Theo as we learnt after yesterday’s events. For first impression he seem to be a pretty calm guy. He talked about the rules but not like Dain based on what Violet said last night. I swear the rules are his gods.

In our squad there are third- and second-years besides us, marked and non-marked ones. We’re a really mixed group.

Yesterday I didn’t have a chance to observe our squad mates because when Theo’s briefing was over I went to find Violet. We succeeded securing beds next to each other. Rhiannon too. We talked about a lot of things due to the fact that we’re not in the same squad. I can’t be with her for every lesson, our schedule is different. Vi helped me memorising the order of my lessons. It’s a luck that at least I have good memory.

“Second- and third-years, I’m assuming you know where to go” Theo continues as the scribes wind their way around the edge of the courtyard to my right, headed back to their quadrant.

There’s a mutter of agreement from the senior cadets ahead of us. As first-years, we’re in the back two rows of the little square that makes up our squad.

“First-years, at least one of you should have memorized your academic schedule when it was handed out yesterday.” Theo’s voice booms over us. “Stick together. I expect you all to be alive when we meet this afternoon in the sparring gym.”

We only have the gym twice a week, so there should be time to help Violet learn a little more self defense. She’s smart and quick. She can do it.

I’m more worried about my own lessons. I have to put in so much extra hours to be up to date in our reading materials. Before Basgiath, Violet helped me to study. She often read aloud the texts while I tried to memorize its content. It’s easier. When I’m trying to read, it often makes me so frustrated. I’m trying to read, but I can’t. It’s a really slow process. But because of this I’m good at making notes. I only write down what is really important ‘cause later I have to read it again.

I hope the lessons will be tolerable. I can’t have Violet with me all the time. It’s same for her. She needs to practice her skills before we’ll have to handle the Gauntlet - the vertical obstacle course they told us we’ll have to master when the leaves turn colors in two months.

If we can complete the final Gauntlet, we’ll walk through the natural box canyon above it that leads to the flight field for Presentation, where this year’s dragons willing to bond will get their first look at the remaining cadets. Two days after that, Threshing will occur in the valley beneath the citadel.

I glance around at my new squadmates and can’t help but wonder which of us, if any, will make it to that flight field, let alone that valley.

Don’t borrow tomorrow’s trouble.

“And if we’re not?” One smart-ass first-year behind me asks.

I don’t bother looking, instead I turn to Liam and roll my eyes at the stupid’s girl comment.

He snickers but doesn’t say anything.

“Then I won’t have to be concerned with learning your name, since it will be read off tomorrow morning” Theo answers with a shrug.

A third-year ahead of me snorts a laugh.

Yeah, I totally understand you. It was funny. Or just my sense of humor is sucks.

“You have about twenty minutes to get to class,” Theo says to the seven of us first-years. “Fourth floor, second room on the left in the academic wing. Get your shit together and don’t be late.” Our squad breaks apart around the same time the others do, transforming the courtyard from an orderly formation to a crowd of chatting cadets. The second- and third-years walk off in another direction, including Theo.

“Go, grab your stuff and meet me here okay?” Liam says

“You’d be lost without me anyway.” I reply while heading to the doors.

“And here I thought you’d be kinder with a good night sleep, Snappy.” He sighs.

“Damn, I told you to drop this ridiculous nickname.” I hiss at him.

“Or what? We’re squadmates, you can’t hurt me” he winks.

“No. I can’t kill you. It’s completly different.” I say smiling.

“Whooah look at that. You can smile.”

“Shut up. Go grab your pack or I leave you here.” I roll my eyes.

I go to the dormitory where my bed is, and pick up my rucksack from under it.

When I walk out the door I see Violet at the center of the courtyard and her expression make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. She’s looking at somebody.

Oh shit.

Xaden Riorson is watching her with narrowed eyes, the sleeves of his uniform rolled up his massive arms that remain folded across his chest, the warning in his relic-covered arm on full display as a third-year next to him says something that he blatantly ignores.

Garrick was he?

There’s maybe twenty feet between us. My fingers twitch, ready to grab one of the blades sheathed at my ribs.

His head tilts and he studies me with those impossibly dark eyes, like he’s deciding where I’m most vulnerable. So he noticed me when I exited the dormitory. Interesting.

He smirks then his attention shifts to Violet, and Dain who emerges from behind the pillar.

Shit, do they have to be so obvious? Someone might misinterpret it.

Violet says something to Dain, then his gaze snaps up as the crowd thins out around us.

„I already knew your parents are tight,” Xaden calls out, a cruel smile tilting his lips. „But do you two have to be so fucking obvious?”

I told you, I sigh when the few cadets who are still in the rotunda turn to look at them.

„Let me guess,” Xaden continues, glancing between Dain and Violet, „Childhood friends? First loves, even?”

„I expected you to do a better job hiding where your affections lie, Aetos.” Xaden moves, walking down the steps.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I need to do something.

„Come on Riorson, you have eyes, now use it. You really think that Violet and Dain? I thought you’re smarter than that.” I sigh with feigned disappointment.

„Melgren?” He turns to me. „What are you? A watchdog? Always at Violet’s legs?”

Fucking asshole.

„Now you’re trying to insult me? How kind of you.” I smile at him sweetly. „And no. Violet can protect herself. I just don’t like the fact that now everybody thinks that they have something between them because of you. I didn’t know you liked to gossip.”

„With this attitude you won’t last long, Melgren. Throwing insults at everybody who dares to talk to you or Sorrengail.” He tilts his head to the side. „It’s like you’re a fucking ray of sunshine.”

„Then forgive this little Sunshine and her friend because we’ll have a lesson soon, and it would cast a really bad light on us if we were late. Don’t you think wingleader?” I gesture toward Violet to come with me.

„Hm. Then we should continue our interesting conversation later.” He says slowly with a smirk and I have a bad feeling about it. „And don’t forget to watch your back, Sunshine.” He turns and walks away.

Sunshine? A nickname? Really?

Damn, he’s handsome for sure but at the same time an enermous prick.

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hyuuukais · 6 months

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.・゜-: ✧ :- FICTIONAL REALITY .・゜-: ✧ :-

pairing • bang chan x fem reader

synopsis • fiction or reality? y/n preferred the former, escaping into another world, escaping her problems. so what happens when reality takes that away from her; wiping her own story-in-progress off both her laptop and beloved usb? and what happens when she opens the door in the middle of a crisis to none other then the love interest of her novel... and he's holding her usb?

warnings • general, y/n scared of thunderstorms, mentions of abuse

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CHAPTER THREE • LATE NIGHT (2.1k)

Nine o'clock hits, and you lock the doors to your little bookshop.

No, it wasn't actually yours, but it had been so long since Mrs. Yang had popped by that it felt right to claim it as your own. Her grandson, Jeongin, also worked there, a rare sight. He tends to work the weekends you had off, busy with school the rest of the time. A nice boy, not one for small talk. At least, not with you.

As you're cleaning up misplaced books and discarded coffee cups, a distant pattering fills the room; it's started to rain. If it weren't so dark out already, you'd be fine, and if it weren't so windy, maybe you wouldn't have started worrying. You didn't live too far driving, but your car had broken down, forcing you to walk forty minutes to and from. The last thing you want is to walk in the rain.

Cleaning went quickly as the day was surprisingly quiet, and you were out by a quarter after, locking the doors again behind you. Above the bookshop was a little apartment for rent, and you can't help but think of how much more convenient it would be to live there. But your house was important, inherited from your grandmother. It was strange, you didn't even know the woman that well, she never left town to visit you or your family growing up. There were only a few times you can recall ever coming here, much too young to remember details. It never made sense to you why she left her home to a stranger.

But the house... doesn't feel like a home. Not to you. It was cold and creaky, worn down and grey. And it was an escape. For you, for your grandmother too, perhaps, somewhere away from everyone and everything. With the little forest kitten to keep you company, why move in here? You'd been up there before. It was small but had large windows looking out onto the street, and it was cozy. People would think you were crazy- well, crazier- for downsizing so much.

Rain hits your forehead lightly as you walk without an umbrella, having left it at home in the sunny morning. Most lights are dimmed or off, people heading home for the night just like you or cleaning up their workplaces. One place is still bright though- the café. Your heart skips a beat. Chan is inside wiping down the counter, waving goodbye to an employee as she leaves. He tosses the towel onto his shoulder, leaning back with his eyes closed, a content look across his features, strong arms visible in the tightfitting white shirt-

Y/n, what the fuck?

Many times over the past two weeks you found yourself drifting into thoughts of Chan. Something about his presence was so comforting, you couldn't help but think of what it would be like to be with him. Cuddling in his arms, warm and secure. Doing basic tasks, like the dishes or laundry, him coming up behind you to press a gentle kiss to your temple. You have no idea what's wrong with you; you've known this man for less than a month! Well, technically you've known him for... three years? It confuses you. This whole thing is confusing.

Since you last saw him, there have been no updates on the USB. It no longer showed the last message either, just a blank document you can't type on. It was useless. There haven't been many sightings of what you've deemed 'the Shadow', either. Once, it had been at the edge of the forest again, and another time you could have sworn you saw it pass your kitchen window. It never approached you directly, always staying far away. When you caught it in the window, it left quickly, probably thinking you weren't home. You can't shake the sense of familiarity... but you can shake the thoughts from your head, at least, for now.

Focusing on walking past the café with your eyes straight was the goal. Unfortunately for you, the rain started getting harder. And harder. And harder. Until you had no choice but to enter the café as you pass the doors. Shivering, you give Chan a weak wave. His eyes widen at the sight of you, immediately coming around the counter and holding you by the shoulders.

"What the hell, Y/n? You're shaking!" Chan tries to dry your hair with the small towel, but it's no use, you're soaked. "You must be freezing. Is that hail? Come, sit by the counter, yeah? I was just about to lock up."

"I-I can go," your voice was barely above a whisper, already getting up from the stool he sat you on. "It's only... another half hour? I just needed a second-"

"No way. Sit back down right now." Chan turns, putting his keys in his pocket. "I live just upstairs, if you're comfortable I can give you some spare clothes. Take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

"Uh-uh." It's your turn to protest. "I'll call a cab or something. Please, I don't want to bother you."

"You're not bothering me! You could never." He looks at you so fondly, you forget yourself for a moment. "Now, let's go upstairs so you don't catch a cold. Follow me!"

Reluctantly, you follow. As you head to the doors leading to his office, there's a crash of thunder and a bang on the main doors. Both of you turn around quickly, and you freeze, not from the cold this time. The storm is bad enough, but what's worse is what you see beyond the doors.

The Shadow.

Your eyes widen, stuck to the spot as Chan walks past you, muttering something about people past close. He's trying to yell through the glass, but the Shadow isn't moving, it doesn't even seem to notice him, staring at the ground by his feet. Up close, you can see reddish hair dripping down from the hood obscuring its face. When it finally does look up, it's not looking at Chan, but at you. The collar of its jacket is high, covering the bottom half of its face. Its eyes are piercing, and familiarity strikes you again.

A hand smacks against the door, holding a wet paper against the glass. The rain is too heavy, you can't make out what it's supposed to say. It points at you, smacks its hand against the window again, then points to its own hand. You're entranced by its eyes, trying to place them-

"I'll call the cops if you don't leave!" Chan yells, holding up his phone, and that's what it takes to bring you back to the present.

"Chan," you grab his arm. "Let's just go upstairs."

"What, and leave this guy banging on the door? He's gonna break the glass!" He looks at you in disbelief. "And the way he keeps staring at you? No. No way. You can't seriously th-"

"I've seen it before!" You snap, closing your eyes and breathing deeply through your nose as more thunder sounds. "I'm more freaked out by the thunder than this thing. It's not gonna do anything. All it's ever done is stare, it's not gonna start breaking things now."

"It...? I-" Seeing your expression, Chan softens his tone. "Okay... I believe you."

Gently, he leads you through the doors, glancing back to see the thing roll its eyes in frustration, furrowing its brow before walking away into the night.

Once upstairs, Chan quickly gives you clothes to change into, giving you time to shower and call anyone who may be awaiting your arrival at home. The sensation of warm water hitting your skin almost cures the chill you have from seeing the Shadow so close. It's never approached you with another person around. The closest to seeing it in public was as you opened the shop one day, seeing it stare from across the street, fearing it coming any closer. But it didn't. Until now.

Of course, you have no one to call, so you emerge soon after drying off. Chan's apartment is laid out similarly to the one above the bookshop, and you settle down on the couch looking out the window. The mix of rain and hail rages on, but the thunder is more distant now. Lights flicker, then completely turn off. Chan comes out from his bedroom with a few candles, placing them on the table and lighting them quickly.

"Scared of thunderstorms?"

You shake your head. "More like... scared of what thunderstorms can produce? Like, tornados and all the damage after. I don't know, it's silly."

"It's not silly." Chan sits back, looking at you like you offended him personally. "It's not silly at all. We all have fears."

"My ex said it was silly."

"Fuck him then, yeah?"

"Yeah," you laugh, surprising yourself. "Fuck him."

"Doesn't sound like a very nice guy," Chan leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as he gazes at you. "How did he get someone like you to fall for him?"

"Well he wasn't always bad," you say quickly. "He started out really, really amazing. Obviously, that didn't last or-"

Thunder causes you to jolt, sitting up straighter than before. You don't notice Chan scooting closer until you feel his hand on yours.

"Is this okay?" He asks, voice low.

Unable to reply, you intertwine your fingers. The wind pounds against the glass next to you, a mix of rain and hail coming down aggressively. Subconsciously, you move closer to Chan, seeking comfort from the harsh weather. Your body and mind were at odds - one craving the touch of another human being, the other screaming for solitude.

"Chan I-" You start, but he's already moving in. "Stop."

A hand on his chest, his on your shoulder, breath mingling.

"I'm sorry Y/n," he backs up, taking both hands away. "I-I didn't mean- shit, Y/n I don't know what I was thinking-"

"Just stop," you plead, squeezing your eyes shut, mind racing, heart pounding. "We barely know each other. I'm not ready."

"It's been a year."

"What?" Your eyes snap up to him, his expression blank. How could he have known that? The most you've told anyone here about your past relationship was that it ended badly, no specific details, and that was to the stray kitten.

"It's been a year, Y/n, isn't that enough?" Chan tilts his head, eyes a dark void. "You can't seriously be that hung up on him." He leans back on the couch, a whole different demeanor. "What was so great about him? The way he yelled, the sting of his hand? How in the world could you miss that?"

"Screw you, Chan."

You get up to leave, but a hand wraps around your wrist.

"Hey, hey, hey," Chan looks at you, concern written all over his face. "What's wrong?"

"Are you serious right now?" You glare at him, yanking your arm out of his grip and grabbing his store keys off the coffee table. "I'm leaving."

"What? You can't go out in this! Especially not when you're acting so strange." Chan blocks the door. "You just kind of spaced out after taking your hand back. That's not a sign of hypothermia, is it? After being in the rain?"

"Um, I don't think so?" Saying you're confused would be an understatement. "Still- let me go, I wanna go home. Please?"

He sighs, rubbing the back of his head. Finally, he moves, letting you rush down the stairs, following behind closely. He's about to unlock the door, but pauses.

"Can I drive you?"

"Oh- sure," you step back so he can open the door fully, then follow him out.

The force of the rain is almost enough you knock you down, and you have to hold onto Chan's arm. His car is parked around the back, giving some shelter between buildings. It's hard to see, but you keep an eye out for the Shadow in case it decided to stick around, but there was no sign of it. You were grateful the drive to your house wasn't long, and you were there in no time. Part of you wanted to invite Chan inside, silently forgive him for words he never said, allow him to see you. But you couldn't. You needed to give yourself space to think.

"Thank you for the ride... and sorry for freaking out," you say quietly, staring at your feet. "I have a lot going on right now."

"Don't apologize," Chan breathes out. "We all have something, right?"

"Right," you smile tightly. "Have a good night."

"Yeah, you-"

But you're already out the door, getting re-soaked, the rain only getting harder. Once you're inside, you take a second to breathe, back against the door. It's not long before there's a loud knock, startling you off of it. Assuming it's Chan, you open the door, maybe you forgot something?

But it's not Chan. The Shadow snatches the air from your lungs, your eyes widening past what should be humanly possible. You can't speak, you can only stare as water drips down both your faces, the sound of the storm fading away, leaving only you and it. It takes its hood off and lowers the collar of its jacket. Staring at you now is a man you haven't seen for a long time-

"Minho?"

notes • minho ?!?!?!?!?!!? what are u doing here ! and how does y/n know him?

taglist • @yongbbokkie @chaeryred @tenebrisirae @toplinelix @chansdoll @amaranth-writing

TAGLIST CLOSED

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butcharium · 3 months

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Hey, weird question! When you quit wearing bras, did you have an issues with your nipples showing through your clothing? I know it's not a big deal on its own, but that bothers me personally and I'd rather not show mine if I can help it. That + breast pain (birth control) are the two big reasons I still wear a bra.

i have uhh, fairly prominent nipples actually i've just decided if that's a problem that's someone else's problem. I wear a lot of layers whenever i can (especailly formal settings), and then it is far less of an issue. A somewhat tightfitting undershirt made of a sturdy fabric will make a huge differense, but an undershirt in general is of good help if you're uncomfortable with your nipples showing. Test what you have in your closet already or keep it in mind if you're out to buy new clothing.

Maybe others also have experience with this?

#I have luckily never experienced breast pain so i can't chime in on that unfortunately #asks #anons

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thewingedbaron · 3 months

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Feb Fics Day Three!

Sorry this is late! Got a little distracted last night and didn't end up finishing yesterday's entry on time, so here it is! Day 4 will be out a little later today :)

Day Three: First Encounter With Their Love Interest

(Modifying this prompt just a little bit to the first time Alyss realized it was her love interest)

Summery: Alyss (Tav) realizes that her feelings about the Cleric of Shar have become a little... confused.

She was praying again. Her lips moved silently, working smoothly through the well worn words as if they were made for her lips. She would have hated the way the moonlight danced off her skin, giving her a silvery glow. After a long moment, her eyes opened, brilliant green orbs with-

“Fuck!” Alyss hissed as a glob of bubbling wax landed directly on her finger. She quickly scraped the burning wax from her skin with a spare bolt, cursing as she stuck the singed digit in her mouth. By the time she glanced back up, the cleric had disappeared back into her tent.

A sock of disappointment wormed its way through her mind. Why was she disappointed? It didn’t bother her what the cleric of Shar did with her time. Alyss winced as she accidentally stuck her finger into the boiling wax a second time while trying to set the feathered plume straight.

“Pining sadly all by yourself are we?” A voice as smooth as spider silk slipped into Alyss’ ear. She suppressed a groan as the pale elf dainty sat himself on the log beside her.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to.” Alyss replied evenly. The half finished bolt in her hand had suddenly become very interesting.

Astarion laughed. “I can’t say that I blame you. We all love a bit of shadow in our lives from time to time.” He teased. “I’ve been more for sunshine these past days.”

She could feel his eyes on her, burning away the thin veneer of busy work that she was trying to maintain. She could imagine he was teasing her secrets from the small changes in her expression as she failed to maintain a neutral face. A century passed by the time Astarion sighed and dropped his gaze.

“Be careful with that one, Ranger.” He said softly. “I hear Shar is the Lady of Secrets. Our cleric’s might run deeper than most.”

With that, he disappeared, slipping off into the night like a shadow, and Alyss was a lone again.

Be careful? She thought. Love a bit of shadow? He couldn’t mean? No, absolutely not. There was no attachments to be had. Soon enough they would rescue the druid leader, Halsin, and he would tear the tadpoles from their heads. Then their strange little party could part ways, and none of this would be her problem anymore. Besides, Shadowheart was a lady of Shar. A daughter of darkness. She would have no interest in a half-devil who preferred the company of the open sky and wild animals to most people.

Alyss glanced up as the cleric emerged from her tent again. She’d changed into more comfortable clothes, tightfitting sleepwear that nicely complimented her form. Her hair was loose, hanging in a sheet over her shoulders, practically glowing in the moonlight.

Alyss stuck a singed digit in her mouth to cool the hot wax she’d spilled a third time. Across the camp, Shadowheart met her eyes. Alyss hated the way her shoulders relaxed upon meeting the cleric’s gaze. They’d best find Halsin soon, she thought. Or, perhaps, the druid was more comfortable wherever he was. Shadowheart turned away right as Alyss realized she’d been staring.

Gods damn it.

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samsvenn · 2 years

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If it's ok, can I ask for "Subaru outfits/style headcanons" with images?

𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

This man leans toward the grunge aesthetic.

Subaru opts for clothing that’s not too loose and comfy. He doesn’t want to stand out more than he already does thanks to his white hair.

It’s always something quick to put on but his outfit’s wow factor comes from how he layers them: accessories, his hair, his belt decorations such as chains, there’s layering going on somewhere.

They’re all relatively simple but it’s so deceptive because you’d think he spent hours planning them (he definitely did in the beginning)

Hates to be called an E-Boy.

LOVES accessories and chunky rings. He thinks it makes his hands look manlier. He can’t decide between silver or jetblack jewelry because silver compliments his physique so well but the dark jewelry makes his veins pop out against his pale skin.

Also loves bracelets. It doesn't matter how vibrant or colorful they are, they think they add a nice contrast to his overall image.

It’s canon that Subaru works out so when he gets a good arm pump, you best believe this man’s wearing a tanktop to show off “tHE gaiNZ”

Fake piercings/clip-ons. He doesn’t wanna deal with the healing process of piercings nor does he have the patience so clip-ons are a must.

This man has a big fat crush on leather jackets. If he can’t think of an outfit for the day, he’l just put on a leather jacket and pray that it works.

It does.

He doesn’t like clothing items that are way too long or big on them. They make him feel small and almost childish since he saw kindergarteners pulling and tugging on their school uniforms before. Plus he’s afraid of being made fun of by Ayato.

Def wears band graphic t-shirts. They add style without him having to do too much, they show what he’s interested in and all of them match his stature without him looking like a fluffy huggable polar bear.

Wears converse or military boots. Not only do they add to his height, they match with any outfit Subaru has. He doesn’t like to dwell on his outfits because the more he focuses on the details, the more he doesn’t want to go out by the end because he feels like he’s trying too hard.

He likes converse more than the military boots because they add a splash of color since his outfits are monochromic almost all of the time. There’s not a lot of colors in them since Subaru wants to look good without thinking too hard and he’s found that he's a slut for neutral colors (black, white, gray, beige, etc)

His converse collection consists of pure white Chuck Taylor All Star Lugged Leather, a dirty muddied pair of pale beige Chuck 70 Vintage Canvas and Chuck 70 Crafted Canvas (all in order of mention)

He’s not afraid of using vibrant colors when it comes to converse shoes. His reasons are that unless the person is really short, the attention often goes to his build, hair or face so people looking at his feet was something he never had to worry about.

He can’t help but love military boots. They make him look more ‘rugged’ and make his thighs look beefier as well. Taking them off is a hassle but they give him an edge (edgelord) that no other shoes can offer.

Doesn’t really care about his pants nor the brand they come in. As long as they fit and he doesn’t look like a smurf, then any kind of pants work. HOWEVER dress pants are a no for Subaru.

He doesn’t like how ornate and snobby they make him look.

Kou’s teasing comments on calling Subaru “Young Master!” also repelled Subaru from trying anything classy or business-like.

He likes outfits which he can lay or nap in and many tightfitting vests or dress pants don’t allow that.

Adding to that, he has considered wearing dress shirts before. It fits in with what he wants and he already has to deal with a plethora of shoe holes for his boots so he doesn’t consider buttons to be too much of a hassle.

really enjoyed making this! your ask was so creative and i had so much fun <3 -love from admin sam

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What is the fashion in the world like? What kind of things do the ROs wear?

hm 🤔 the fashion in vestria is pretty diverse and some places have a more unique style then others. but for the most part, the clothing ranges from rococo to victorian (steampunkish, yknow?), but there are also medieval/fantasy knights still walking around, so... it's very extensive!!

as to what the ROs specially wear, i answered that a bit already in the ask about their physical appearance, but i dont mind going deeper into their fashion style and what it's kinda leaned in on!

Chulainn: they mostly prefer to wear tunics in either red, black or brown. just something comfortable, because they do like to wear some pieces of protection above it. something like a short chainmail or leather armor, since that is just something they are used to. sure, it's not like the full body armor they once wore, but chulainn doesnt care about protecting themselves that much anymore. it's more just for the familiarity. then they would some tight, dark pants, so they can wear proper and sturdy boots above them 🤔they dont really care about looks that much anymore, so they kinda just wear whatever, but it leans more into the medieval style

Lys: obviously they dress nice. like very nice. more into the style of the victorian or rokoko with more loose shirts/tunics, but tightfitting waistcoats or vests with jabot collars. those collars!! are a must!! its just so fancy. sometimes they wear neckties too, but not often. lys likes to keep their frills :(! also wears a matching coat most of the time, at least when they are outside. sometimes they dress a bit eccentric, but hey, they work for the queen and have to represent her as much. i also mentioned in a the other ask, that they wear heeled shoes with spats, so i think you get what i am going for with their fashion

Holly: she wears what lys gave her, so their style in that sense is very similar. but she likes to leave out long coats that lys often wears, since it's actually quite warm were they are located lol! i can see her however rocking a short jacket, that goes to her waist. it would be giving expensive, but a lot more laid back compared to their partner! perhaps her shirt wouldnt be correctly tucked in or her collar was messy, and she def would never wear jabot collars like lys

Elli: well?? he just wears his armor the entire time. think of any silver armor with a violet surcoat above it and a hood around the head in the same color, plus the black fabric across where his face would be. they do not dress in anything else...

Irydion: irydion tends to dress in lighter armor. she would cover any vital parts but compared to elli, leave enough uncovered to be able to move quicker and make less noise. she also likes to wear things with fur, since she hails from the more colder regions. it isn't practical later on when they join the mc on the journey, but they def would wear a cape with either fur around the neck or at the ends. she keeps her clothes simple enough, as she never really cared for fashion! i would say irydion leans also more into the medieval/fantasy style :)

Junius: CHEST. IS. OUT. always!! he does not try to have the decency and cover up, even in the more colder climates irydion summoned him in. he either wears very lose tunics with a big enough v-cut, or just a coat with nothing underneath, only buttoning it up halfway through. pain is beauty, or something along those lines... having to work with what is given, he usually wears colorful capes or scarfs around his neck and pants that go to his waist. would he wear fashion corsets? absolutely. junius is here to SERVE CVNT

perhaps i could make some pinterest boards for some visualization? i think that would be fun :) if interested tell me in the asks

#twine wip #twine if #twine #interactive fiction #oapaic #of a patron and its chains #junius and lys carrying this fashion mess #they are so cvnty ong

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chocolate-array · 6 months

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Photo-shooting OFF on Nov. 2023 at house studio in forest.

(photo by myk @myk_bps)

#Glynda #goodwitch #RWBY #kigurumi #kigurumicosplay #tightfit #tight #pantyhose

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shroomsandstrobs · 2 years

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A New Perspective

Joshua x fem!reader

Genre: Paris AU, angst if you squint, fluff, mentions of smut

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, there' a LOT of fluff i'm so sorry, mentions of reader's body, also food, PETNAMES

(chapters : 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Chapter 6

Your eyes fluttered open. Someone was cooking. The scent of eggs and bacon traveled through the bedroom door, that lay ajar. You reached for the nightstand, coincidentally your glasses were on it. Shua must have put them there. Out of a habit you hand flew to your chest, finding the pendant resting gently below your collarbone.

You sat up in the large bed and stared at the wall, where a mirror stood propped against it. You could see that your neck was covered in multiple marks. The darkest one lay right below your collarbone. You brushed it curiously and you swore you could still feel the tingle of his lips where they were placed.

Your cheeks flushed indistinctly. Memories of last night came crashing down on you in an avalanche. Shua's breathing rigid and filled with pleasure, the pace of his thrusts quickening as your own breathe began to catch in gasps of bliss-

You forced your eyes shut and got up from the silk covered bed. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a robe hanging by the door. You briskly took it off the hook and walked into what you assumed to be the bathroom to wash up.

Minutes later you were standing in an extravagant kitchen with a breakfast nook that had a balcony looking out onto the city. The countertops and cabinets were a polished white and the quartz island gleamed like a diamond. Amid the sea of white stood Shua. A tightfitting black t-shirt made him stand out like a sore thumb against the background. The artist in you itched to draw the scene, but you were too distracted by the pain of hunger in your stomach.

Shua finally noticed your presence and quickly lowered the flame on the stove. He dropped a fork on the dark wood floor whilst trying to take an egg out of the pan and put an avocado on wheat toast. You stifled a laugh as he bent down to pick it up from the ground. You could see he was trying to mask a smile. He spoke with an airy tone, "Why don't you sit down in the nook? I'm almost done your plate anyway."

You plopped yourself down on the cushioned bench and stared out the window and looked down into the busy street below filled with fashionable pedestrians and cars. You suddenly wondered what time it was. Elly and Norma were probably at the shop already wondering where you were. You just shrugged it off.

Shua placed your plate of food in front of you while you were looking away, snapping you out of your thoughts. You were silently grateful for it though as he made his way to sit next to you, placing a smell kiss on your temple.

"I hope you slept well, you were curled up into a ball of blankets this morning."

Your cheeks flushed again, but this time out of embarrassment. It was a secret habit of yours to bunch up any blanket near you and snuggle with them, you've done it ever since you could remember. You retorted a response through a mouthful of avocado toast and bacon. "Did a take all of the blankets-? It's kinda a habit of mine, I'm sorry.."

Shua let out a goodhearted laugh that illuminated his face. "Oh don't be sorry, silly. It was cute."

You gently punched him in the shoulder at his teasing and continued to munch on your toast. Shua was still laughing.

You mind began to wander at a lingering thought. You wondered if Shua would look at you different. Act differently. At the moment, he was being so breezy as if nothing happened. He took a sip of his black coffee. You gazed at the muscles in his neck work, the bob of his adam's-apple. You blushed inwardly. You were definitely acting differently toward him.

Shua must have noticed how you were staring at him, because he was now facing you, putting his strong and slender hand on your cheek. "Hey, ____. Look at me."

Your eyes met his. He had a look on his face that he was searching for something. Something wrong. He spoke in an almost whisper, barely audible. "If you're thinking about last night, I wanna let you know I don't regret a minute of it."

You leaned into his hand and closed your eyes. Your hands fiddled with the pendant at your throat silently, it gave you a sense of comfort and sensibility. He spoke again, but more urgently.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have rushed into things...I don't want to make you uncomfor-"

You opened your eyes and pressed a finger to his fingers mid-sentence. "Stop talking. Don't fret so much for once."

He smiled wryly as his confused eyes turned to moon crescents. You leaned forward so that your foreheads touched. You uttered softly, "Kiss me."

And he did. It wasn't filled with passion like of last night, but with true and honest love and carefulness, as if your heart were a fine piece of china. If not handled right it would shatter right under his touch.

You felt him smile against your lips as he took the pendant between his fingers. "Do you like the necklace?"

"Oh, Shua I love it." You breathed out a sigh as he pulled away and began stacking the plates and cups. He brought them over to a large sink and began rinsing. He spoke abruptly. "Hey, can I ask you something?

You looked up curiously from your lap. "Yeah, of course." He turned towards you, leaned his body onto the countertop. "So I've been invited to this party for a sponsorship with his perfume company and they seem pretty serious about me bringing someone with me-."

You stopped him mid-sentence, a ghost of a laugh in your voice. "So you want to ask me to this party of yours? I feel like I'm being asked out to prom all over again." He smiled at his hands and replied shyly, "Yeah, I guess am."

Your eyes lit up with new found anticipation. "I would love to go, but I don't have any fancy dresses. Or shoes at that matter."

"I'll buy you both, just tell me your size and I'll find something worthy for you."

You opened your mouth to retort an excuse that you were perfectly capable of buying a dress and shoes yourself but nothing came out. You let out a groan of defeat and wrote down your size and got up from the table. Shua smiled mischievously and called after you. "The party is this Friday, by the way."

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You arrived at the shop nearly an hour late because Shua wouldn't let you go out of his bear hugs. You walked through the door in one of his shirts, which nearly reached your knees, and the pair of pants you wore last night, now washed and cleansed from the rain.

The store wasn't as busy as you expected it to be, but Nora and Elly were both occupied with customers so you could dash right by them and dodge their questions. Nora peered at you curiously as you sat yourself at the front desk and began looking through a stack of files and projects to be signed and done. You rubbed your eyes out of frustration.

It was going to be a long week for you.

The whole week had been filled with answering questions of why you were acting so unusual from Nora and stares from Elly, who looked like he was about to go mad if he didn't figure out what was going on.

You were now walking towards Shua's apartment that Friday afternoon. He insisted that you'd come over to try on the dress he had bought and get your hair done by one of his stylists. You felt jittery all over at the thought of all the cameras and paparazzi that would be expected at the party. You could almost see the headlines. "Paris's best artist spotted at party with..."

That's where your mind stopped. With who? Sure, Shua had hinted he was an artist part of a group now focusing on solo work but you had expected a small artist. Not one who had paid sponsorships with a perfume company?! You were also still on the fence if he was Joshua from Seventeen, they did look alike but you couldn't quite place it.

You waved off the thoughts as you came to the entrance of Shua's building, still glamorous as ever. You quickly texted Shua you were here and walked into the main lobby and into the elevator, pressing the button where Shua's bedroom was.

The elevator doors opened to Shua looking like he was half-way ready to go to a fancy dinner. He wore black dress pants and a white under shirt that was slightly see-through. He smiled when you caught his eye and hugged you so hard that your feet were dangling off the ground.

"SHUAAAAAAAAAAA, PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW. FOR FUCK'S SAKE STOP SMOTHERING ME."

Shua laughed as he placed multiple butterfly kisses all over your face. He protested between kisses. "I'm just excited to see my darling, is all." Color rose into your cheeks at the pet name. Shua finally let you down as he led you into this room where they were multiple women with makeup and hair vanities at the ready.

Shua ran over to his bed and picked up a dress that was covered with plastic, obviously brand new. He beamed as he presented it. "Here's the dress, you can put it on in the bathroom." He then pointed to one of the stylists standing by the bathroom door. She waved politely at you. "That's Lily. She'll be helping you out with the dress and jewelry and your hair." You stood on your tiptoes to place a small on the corner of his mouth before walking into the bathroom with Lily who was very enthusiastic about how to style your hair.

After a few moments of doing the zipper at the back Lily finally let you look at yourself in the mirror. The dress fit perfectly and hugged your body. It was a beautiful satin black. The exposed corset flattered your middle. It wasn't too hard to move around in since the material was not as stiff as you'd expected. You did a little twirl in the mirror at which Lily clapped merrily, complimenting how stunning you looked. She then handed you an opened box where a set of matching black platform heels. At least the heels were thick so you wouldn't fall like an idiot.

You began to put on the shoes but Lilly made a tut tut noise and said she needed to do your hair first. You sat silently at the vanity while Lilly worked away at the wild wisps of your hair, transforming them into careful and gentle curls. The finished product was a very done up half up-half down style with two curls in the front to frame your face. She then pulled out a few small boxes which contained a gold bracelet, small gold hoop earring, and a gold chain necklace. She began to take off the pendant that was already around your throat but you stopped her. "I want to keep it on."

Lily sighed and muttered something about how the silver would throw off the gold but she just shrugged it off and finished her work.

Lily patted your shoulder to let you know you could put your shoes on and walk out to get your make up done.

You walked out of the bathroom a little wobbly at first. The feeling of the heels foreign to your feet, but you quickly became accustomed to them. You smiled shyly as everyone turned around and showered you compliments. Shua was the last to turn around from his make up vanity. He had put on a black button-up shirt with a small gold chain at his throat.

He gawked at the sight of you. His eyes wide with adoration as they traveled down your body, taking in every detail. He rose from his chair and stood only a few feet from you. With the heels, your head was almost level with his. "___, you look beautiful."

You looked down and whispered a thank you. "Come on let's get your makeup done, darling."

Your fingers thrummed nervously at your collarbone watching the buildings go by in a blur. The makeup artist had covered the fading bruises with concealer and had looked at you suspiciously on how you got them. You had laughed it off but you swore you could feel Shua's eyes on you the whole time you came up with some stupid excuse of hitting your neck while organizing a closet.

You passed a glance at Shua, who was on his phone texting someone. You cleared your throat as a signal to look at you. "So, where exactly is this party?"

He smiled. "The Eiffel Tower."

Your mouth obviously was gaping open because he laughed it. You rolled your eyes and stared out the window, the Tower coming closer into view. From where you were you could see flashing cameras and sophisticated people stepping out of cars onto a red carpet. You gulped. Shua placed a careful hand on your shoulder, startling you. "It's going to be okay, just smile and hold on to my hand."

You plastered a reassuring smile as the car pulled up to the red carpet. Nosey stares trying to figure out who it was. Shua stepped out of the car first the camera flashes illuminated his figure. You scooted yourself over to the next seat over as he reached his hand inside for you hold. You rose to your feet as gracefully as you could. You smiled at the cameras and wide eyes. You waved shyly and bent your head still smiling.

Shua whispered a small "come on" and hooked his arm in yours and began walking. As you took quick strides to keep up with Shua's long ones you picked up bits and pieces of conversation of photographers.

"Is that that one artist...I cant believe he's with her!?"

"It's the girl from A New Perspective...get the shot!"

"He actually showed up with a date!"

"____, over here!"

You turned in the direction of the shout and flashed a smile before your replaced your focus on not busting your ass on a red carpet.

Shua and you stepped into an elevator, closing off the noise of the paparazzi. You let out a sigh and leaned your head on his shoulder, resting your eyes from the blare of lights. He placed a peck on your forehead. Eyes fluttering open, you saw Shua stare ahead of him, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

The elevator came to a halting stop and revealed a ballroom-like floor with scattered tables at the edges and a bar. People mingled everywhere, black and gold models and designers posing and laughing heartedly. You felt so out of place with your short artist nails, not at all like the long and slender ones of the people there.

Shua placed a hand on the small of your back and bent toward your ear, his breath sending goosebumps all over your skin.

"Let's go, darling."

A/N: YES I KNOW I HAVE BEEN DEAD FOR THE PASS 2 MONTHS I WAS HAVING A WRITING BLOCK OMG. I'LL GET THE NEXT CHAPTERS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE (and thank you thank you for the amount of likes on chapter 5!!!)

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