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ymaohoh · 8 hours
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sketches of some paparazzi shots📸🫣
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ymaohoh · 2 days
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Valentines tickle fight
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ymaohoh · 4 days
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soft asks to get to know people
what song makes you feel better?
what’s your feel-good movie?
what’s your favorite candle scent?
what flower would you like to be given?
who do you feel most you around?
say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).
what color brings you peace?
tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good. 
what calms you down?
what’s something you’re excited for?
what’s your ideal date?
how are you?
what’s your comfort food?
favorite feel-good show?
for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.
compliment the person who sent you this number.
fairy lights or LED lights?
do you still love stuffed animals?
most important thing in your life?
what do you want most in the world right now?
if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?
what would you say to your future self?
favorite piece of clothing?
what’s something you do to de-stress?
what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)
what movie would you want to live in?
which character would you want to be?
hugs or hand-holding?
morning, afternoon or night?
what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?
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ymaohoh · 4 days
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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
Hellcheer AU
"You best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Cunningham, you're in one."
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ymaohoh · 4 days
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Reblog if you didn’t write My Immortal
We’re going to find the author by process of elimination.
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ymaohoh · 6 days
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Just in case you haven't been told yet, your moodboards are glorious! You've been on a roll lately!
Aw thankyou so much 🥰
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ymaohoh · 6 days
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GHOSTS AU
Hellcheer prompt
Chrissy’s been struggling to adjust after breaking up with her long-term boyfriend and she’s sofa surfing on Nancy’s couch. Unpaid bills (thanks Jason) and student loans are draining her. She feels like she’s losing her mind…so when an elderly relative kicks the bucket and leaves her ‘Hellfire Hall’ she thinks this could be the answer to all her problems.  …until she realises it’s haunted.  An accident while renovating means she can now see and speak to the ghosts. They’re friendly enough, but they aren’t happy with her plans of turning their ancient homestead into a cosy B&B.  And damn it one of the ghosts is pretty cute.  She starts to enjoy her late-night chats with Eddie. Born into the wrong era, he enjoys it when she blasts the radio at full volume and shows him how to dance in the long neglected ballroom. In turn he writes her poetry and songs, professing his absolute adoration for her. He even makes her laugh again. They grow close and she realises she’s developing feelings for him too…which is obviously ridiculous because he’s dead and she’s very much alive. She tries dating again but it inevitably fails when she brings him back and Eddie's there (he tries not to look or size him up, but how can she focus when she'd much rather be goofing around with Eddie?). Afterwards he tells her she can do better, and she knows he’s right. She tries to hold Eddie’s hand, but it passes right through him like smoke. He can’t even wipe away the tears when she cries.  She starts longing for his touch but all they can do is pretend. She knows that if her friends find out about this they’ll probably have her committed (it’s just too crazy to believe) but she can’t help herself. She’s fallen head over heels for a regency ghost.
Based on the BBC Ghosts series.
I'm becoming utterly unhinged guys, send help.
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ymaohoh · 9 days
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Labyrinth AU
Hellcheer prompt
“Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle, beyond the goblin city, to take back the child that you have stolen. My will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great…” Chrissy stepped towards him, her chin held high in defiance. She was no longer the dreamy girl who wished away her little brother on a whim, weary from the constant abuse from a nagging mother and absentee father. Her words were true; she had fought through many hardships and dangers to reach the heart of the Labyrinth. To reach him, its maker.  He loomed before her now, dazzling in white silks. He looked every inch the romantic love interest from those secret novels she read late at night. He was so beautiful it made her heart ache.  “Stop! Look what I'm offering you. Your dreams…” Eddie eyed her like she was something untamed and dangerous. Nobody had ever looked at her like that before. She realised she liked it.  “My kingdom as great… my kingdom as great… damn, I can never remember that line….” She willed herself to think, to remember. She had uttered the words so many times playing pretend as a child.  “I ask for so little. Just fear me. Love me. Do as I ask, and I shall be your slave.” His words felt like velvet against her skin, tempting her with images of what-could-be. She saw herself in a white voluminous dress (like a bride, a heroine) with a dazzling crown on her head. She saw herself sitting on a gold throne beside him, ruling over the land as Goblin King and Queen. He would teach her how to control the Labyrinth and harness its magic for her own. He was offering her the moon on a string. The chance to live in a world where she could do whatever she wanted and never grow old.  With him.  With a gasp she remembered the next line of the script. Now all she had to do was say it and she would win. The dream would come to an end and she would be plunged back into her boring lonely life where all she had to look forward to was becoming Mrs Jason Carver. Her lips trembled but the words - you have no power over me - died on her tongue.  His eyes were so soft and inviting. He held out his gloved hand, willing her to accept it.  And with a grin, she did. 
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ymaohoh · 9 days
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Chrissy the Vampire Slayer AU
“Why are you following me?” Chrissy demanded. Just for once she would have loved to have a normal night out like any other teenage girl, but there was something funny about this guy. She’d been around the block enough to know when to trust her instincts - and this guy was trouble with a capital T. He was eyeing her like she was an ice cream sundae with extra sprinkles.  “I know what you’re thinking, but don’t worry. I don’t bite,” he smirked. “Truth is, I thought you’d be taller. Or bigger, muscles and all that. You’re pretty spry though…” She didn’t for one minute relax her stance. So he knew who she was, what she hunted. He said he wasn’t a vampire but that didn’t rule out all the other creepy things that went bump in the night. “What do you want?” “Same thing you do.” “OK, what do I want?” “To kill ’em. To kill ’em all.” She sighed. “Sorry! That’s incorrect but you do get this lovely watch and a year’s supply of shitty band tee-shirts. What I want is to be left alone…” She could hear music coming from The Bronze, as well as the sounds of kids hanging out and having fun. She was supposed to be inside trying to make friends, damn it, not exchanging wise cracks with some wannabe punk in a dimly lit alley. “D’you really think that’s an option anymore? You’re standing on the mouth of Hell. And it’s about to open.” He reached into the pocket of his faded leather jacket. He tossed a black jewelry box at her and she caught it without thinking. The guy - whoever the hell he was - turned and began to walk away. “Who are you?” she called. “Let’s just say, I’m a friend.” “Yeah, well, maybe I don’t want a friend.” “I didn’t say I was yours.” Inside the box was a pretty silver cross on a delicate chain. Chrissy examined it for a moment before stuffing the box in her pocket. What a freak, she thought.
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ymaohoh · 12 days
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Grace Van Dien photographed by Alexander Gowon dress by Joe Ando
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ymaohoh · 12 days
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😭
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I got the ✨rona✨ so expect a lot of these two this week (reuploaded w fixed mistake)
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ymaohoh · 12 days
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one of the best parts of denver fanexpo was snagging a commission spot from brianna garcia so i could get hellcheer having an ice cream date 😭😭 she even said it was one of her fave commissions from the whole weekend 🥹🥰
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ymaohoh · 13 days
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💘 CC x EM 💘 1986
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ymaohoh · 13 days
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Steve had no clue how he got roped into chauffeuring Robin to the movies, but he was even less sure about how he had been recruited to play Dungeons and Dragons by a fifteen-year-old kid who thought Star Wars was the epitome of romance. He figured that being deeply confused was par for the course this summer.
Read here on AO3, Rated T, Chrissy x Eddie, Robin x Nancy
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ymaohoh · 13 days
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chapter two of stranger than my own worst dreams.
the hunger games au no one asked for.
hellcheer, one sided henry creel/chrissy cunningham.
“That’s an awful funny name, Sorry.” Surprised, she laughs, and then covers her mouth because it’s inappropriate to laugh at the damned, probably. “No, for real, what should I call you?” He has very nice teeth, which also feels like an inappropriate observation. What’s real anymore? “... Chrissy Cunningham.” “Pleasure’s all mine sweetheart. Don’t call me Edward, ‘kay? Eddie’s fine.” Eddie leans over his legs like he’s telling her a secret. “ Love an alliterated name. And the double C’s! Man, when I go home and tell the boys they won’t believe me.” When . Like he thinks he could win this. Like he thinks he could survive. “Got a band back there, fuck knows what they’ll do without me for now. Corroded Coffin. Good name, right?” “I can’t imagine where you got the inspiration.” “Couple summers ago one of the mass graves flooded. There were plenty .” A chill settles to the very core of her bones and she trains her gaze on the shine of the table instead of his face. “... sorry. Morbid sense of humour.”
rated e.
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ymaohoh · 15 days
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I don’t think I will emotionally recover from X-Men 97 episode 5
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ymaohoh · 17 days
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see you soon, my dear
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