#and i dont notice costumes yo

[siegelst]

Grimsby is the stylish dude in the whole movie.

#grimsby #the little mermaid 2023 #the little mermaid #every costume he has is so well done omg #and i dont notice costumes yo

[austinsastrology8991]

> MC ASPECTS < How you renowned around town “You make your own reality. And once you’ve done it, apparently, everyone’s of the opinion it was all so fucking obvious.” - Logan - Fucking - ROy

!!parental advisory explicit!!

MC Aspecting Sun - “rome, I think you're a super talented superstar and I love you” - Shiv Roy : Its hard not to notice you, you got a poise of regality, and you work the public sphere with ease; you put yourself out there and you get a lot of attention from onlookers - and it makes you one of a kind. you are someone with dignity and maybe too much self respect for some, to give you the credit that you do deserve > because no one does it quite like you - high key a dominant force in any room you enter - wolf of wall street vibes and lets be honest you are not above having a party at the office... and paying hookers to make it more cool...... you do the most and its a vibe vibe MC Aspecting Moon - "They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had, and add some extra just for you" - Therapist in succession You know how to put people at ease, and your basically a professional therapist at this point. You can lighten up anyones mood or piss everyone off depending on how you feel. And this understanding of psychology really benefits you; because people want to treat you right, so you can give them some insight as to why they have a mental breakdown every 5 minutes (this generations daily cycle) your like a dog that lives in a hair-salon and everyone wanna get a cuddle from it/he/she/thing/you

MC Aspecting Mercury - “Information, Greg, it’s like a bottle of fine wine. You store it, you hoard it, you save it for a special occasion and then you smash someone’s face with it.” - Tom Wambsgams When you stfu people are wondering what your thinking. because somehow. someway. you've taken control of the conversation, and whatever you say is taken with heavier consideration then the average person. However that does not mean you get your way, it just means we listen to you the most - easily the most valuable insight comes from you guys, and your perceived as. a hustler. no wonder your careful with ur words because you dont really care about getting the right answer in the known, if that ultimately inteferes with your master plan you'll just stay quiet - because you know how to navigate the world with words, and your aware that ultimately the final word - the best word - is the deciding factor of what we do MC Aspecting Venus - "Here’s the thing about being rich, okay? It’s fucking great. It’s like being a superhero, only better. You get to do what you want — the authorities can’t really touch you. You get to wear a costume, but it’s designed by Armani and it doesn’t make you look like a prick." - Tom Wambsgams Beauty pageants. Everyone is interested in you, because your beautiful and your graceful, and you'd make a fine edition to the list of exes that everyone has. So besides the fact that your fuckable, you know how to charm people so easily and thats why you get so much attention, and its positive unless your insecure about how attractive you are.... which is a real thing... and id say just get that plastic surgery or stfu and find some real solutions. i mean has anyone ever tried to tell a beautiful person, that they beautiful.... its exhausting... and then they just look for someone else (more beautiful) to get that validation. its a death trap!!! dont fall for that bs... but damn yo fine ass better get used to being a fine ass or someone gonna commit a crime on yo ass MC Aspecting Mars - "I got a track record from founding one of the most exciting new media brands in the world. And what do you got? Track marks from shooting junk? Thanks for coming down. It was great to meet you." - Lawyrence Yee Unfuckwitable - you embody the underdog - and i mean an under dog thorugh and through; youll bark at anything that pisses yall offf, and thats why people watch they step around yall, no one wanna get bitten by da big dog with a small dog complex. but your fierce and people try their best to match your aggressive energy just to save face for themselves - meanwhile your just more pissed off that you always gotta show yo teeth to anyone you talk to lol. Your competitive and act like crackhead that knows karate. everyone is low key intimidated by ya, and you know it

MC Aspecting Jupiter - "Most things don't exist. the ford motor company hardly exists. It's just a time saving expression for a collection of financial interests." - Logan RoyEveryone likes you, and sometimes you don't even understand why, and thats just another reason to like you. You show a geniune uninterest in any boring mundane activities > and this lack of care for bullshit makes it so that when you do show an interest for something > you've somehow convinced everyone in the room that your enthusiasm defines whats enjoyable. and this discernment makes others believe that your the new budha for socio-economic observations . I respect it. and you did it without even realizing, like thats a feat initself, and you guys are 100 feet tall in everyone elses eyes because you got a name fo yo self MC aspecting Saturn - "the actual fact is we're persuading more and more shareholders everyday that we offer them just a slightly better chance for them to make a little bit more money on the dollar…and that's all that this is…." - Stewy Hosseini The boss is here and now everyone gotta actually do something productive. you guys have respect, and people know that if they don't come at you correctly, then you'll correct it for them, and no one wanna be daddied by the king kong daddy. Your life is defined by hardships and this is the most noticeable trait about yall, and it has molded you into a gus fring. A stone cold killer. You don't have to say much but the weight of your presence in itself, is so much pressure, that everyone wanna ask for more time, but no one wanna be scolded by yall so we just stfu and deal with it MC Aspecting Uranus - "Nothing is a line. Everything, everywhere is always moving. Forever. Get used to it." - Logan Roy Who is they? who are we? why can they get away with acting like a complete fucking retard? Well they don't 'get away with it' they just fucking do it. I mean the balls on ya'll is undeniable, but the audacity and the concept of why. well no one knows and I don't think you do either. But you literally change the game wherever you go, because you do ridiculous shit just to make fun of reality, and it really does expose how much of a cult we all live in; since we all about our own rituals of bullshit. I applaud the audacity but everyone gets nervous around your unpredictable nervous explosions - your like a charged creeper; youve been shocked by something and now you just have to explode and ruin everyones buildings

MC Aspecting Neptune - "Climate said I was going down. Climate said I should just step aside. I guess I'm a climate denier" - Logan Roy You're imagination personified. You somehow write your favourite stories into reality > and you do this so uncosnciosuly thst you've somehow convinced everyone its real. You don't care much for whats actually real, you'd rather manifest what you want to be real > no matter whats being thrown at you (and theres a lot) you have a uncanny ability to be a energy conduit > and transform that energy into what pleases you the most. And because of this you appear to be a mystic. and theres a tendency to be very calm, and if life throws too much shit at you > and you've ran outta favours, its adios to the world. and the long road of finding your purpose again awaits! MC Aspecting Pluto - "Would you like to hear my favourite passage from Shakespear? Take the fucking money." - Logan Roy You are daunting aren't you. people don't talk to you very much, at least not any normal self abiding citizen. you look like TMNT - you look neglected > look like you ate some radioactive poison > became this mutant thing > and was raised by a rat that could beat your ass... how'd that go? you look great! I would shake your hand but Im honestly afraid your gonna bite me. Look your life is intense and borderline traumatic, I get it. but this makes you so mesmerising > you can have the whole room in a trance with your dark aura, and people just hand you power like its nothing. You don't even care tho, and thats what makes you even more powerful lol > if anyone can handle the dark. its you > and a powerful 'rep' requires someone who doesn't fuck around. and you do not

highly highly recommend succession > all the quotes used are from dat show - and its a fkn masta piece

#Mc aspects #astrology #astrology blog #astro community #astrology notes #astrology observations #house placements #astrology houses #astrology placements

[bloomskullberry]

Ok you know what i just gotta write out my feelings on the new Miraculous movie. I have both good and bad things to say. I will be rewatching it cause i was pretty biased (we'll get to that) and maybe reposting this with my new thoughts afterwards cause this is a lot.

THUS: READ MORE AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION and understand that most of this is based on personal perception, preferences, and an element of nostalgia/frustration (ive been watching this show since season one, would not have made it this far if I didnt have FEELINGS about Miraculous). but take everything with a sprinkle of salt.

THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS ABOUT THE NEW MIRACULOUS MOVIE UNDER THE CUT

1. Pacing felt like the biggest issue. A lot of stuff was happening, and a lot of big moments were happening, but there was nothing inbetween that made them feel like they flowed into eachother, and a lot of the character/relationship "development" relied on the viewers previous knowledge of the show, even tho its pretty clear the movie was doing stuff very differently in terms of characters and relationships. Do i understand this is a 1hr 40min movie trying to encapsulate the slowburn romance and 5 seasons worth of content in a way that caters to the fans of said 5 seasons? Yes, its a huge ask for what is essentially 5 episodes (average 20 mins long). Especially with the amount of exposition the concept of Miraculous requires. Is it still disappointing, considering the movie left out information because of its audience and still rushed through important stuff to just get to the "juicy" moments? Yeah

2. Visuals were lovely, as was the music and specific moments. Honestly if the pacing wasnt such an issue and everything was developed more, the Ladybug and Ladynoir songs (maybe even the Hawkmoth one too) would be really enjoyable as a way to progress stuff and show development. Im also a sucker for dramatic visuals during musical numbers to help emphasize the feelings/emotions of the characters, and it really showcases the potential benefits the animation could add to the show as a medium

3. I actually really liked movie!Marinette (partly cause she wasnt a stalker and creep about her crush on Adrien) qnd because she had a much more sarcastic and bantering attitude, even outside of the costume, which made Ladybug an alter ego more than a complete other person (which is a slight issue ive had with the show). The scene of her growing into her civilian persona and becomign more confident actually made me really happy, especially her standing up to Chloe

4. Movie!Chat Noir kinda pissed me off ngl, and felt very disconnected from movie!Adrien (or at least how he was shown). People have said movie!Adrien is much more depressed/isolated and acts appropriately as to his home life (and dont get me wrong, i loved his scene where he stood up to Gabriel), but i think thats why his relationship with Ladybug and complete 180 as Chat Noir feels so off to me? Like his almost "meanness" with Ladybug at first from being super cocky and then doesnt even apologize for his treatment of her even after he falls for her just throws me off (tbf ive always been biased against the "cocky assholes falling for people who put them in their place" trope, so this might just be a me thing). Idk, it just doesnt sit right with me

4b. Anyone else notice Adrien didnt even get chosen for being kind? Plagg just appeared in his bedroom? Like Marinette almost got ran over from saving Master Fu and then Adrien is just like Yo A Cool Ring. Idk, its funny but that felt weird to me

5. The stupid freaking montage. Yall cannot even imagine how much I hate the montage. If they had replaced the montage with one scene and maybe cut down the magician and mime fight to add another scene in to focus on marinette + adrien friendship and then adrien personal life development or chat noir + ladybug bonding/respect for EACH OTHER i think it would have elevated the movie to new heights. The montage essentially was the movie pressing fast forward x3 on any development of characters. Its because of montages like these that make me appreciate filler or fun episodes in any show, because when you just stick a montage in then you feel like youre watching coworkers kiss when the movie is trying to convince you theyre starcrossed ride or die lovers. Made me feel like i watched the origins episode and then the season 5 finale with just the stormy weather 2 episode inbetween. Hate it.

6. Movie!Tikki has personality and movie!Plagg is a fart machine. I think its clear theres a favorite. Feels like it reflects the focus on Marinette and lack thereof on Adrien as a character present in both the show and the movie. Hardly a new observation, just food for thought.

7. ¿¿¿¿¿¿movie!Hawkmoth/Gabriel???? That basically sums up how I feel about him but to explain theres just very little done with him i feel. Plus it seems like all his Hawkmothing around actually takes a toll on his wellbeing, which is really cool and interesting, but it just comes out of nowhere afTER THE STUPID MONTAGE. Like id love to see the kind of degradation of his health, mental physical and emotional, as he works to revive Emilie, cause you cant tell me thay wouldnt make stuff a lot more interesting (i know he got catacylsmed but the show just treated it as an outfit change and checking his arm like a clock until the season finale, so it doesnt really count for me), but mans just shows up looking like a wreck and fights with Adrien

7b. Also i was pretty confused about how him breaking/rejecting his akuma at the end of the movie worked, and him just having all the powers ever while akumatized?? But that's just me being picky at a superhero show where magic animal jewelry exists

8. Movie!Chloe and movie!Sabrina felt more real in a way? Like Chloe was just stuck up and self centered, not actively making everyones life hell, and Sabrina didnt just blindly follow her along (i ADORED when she let Marinette escape and when she shrugged at her during the ball, you go girl you have that personality and self-consciousness the show never allowed you to have until the last moment), it was more a reluctant follower ignoring a friend's red flags ya know? Movie!Chloe wasnt the mayors daughter who had control over every adult in Paris and would literally become a dictator if elected. She was just freaking out at Marinette for "ruining" her sweater. Shes still a bully/mean kid, but shes dialed back, which i think makes her much better.

9. Alya and Nino were just kind of chilling, i dont have any feelings about their characters except how terrible Nino is at advice, and Alya was set up as a good friend throughout the movie, so i appreciate her supportiveness of Marinette. Tom and Sabine were set up to do more/be more important in the movie (I was so sure Tom was gonna be akumatized at the fair, but nope), but were kind of dropped halfway? Like Tom was set up as the overprotective and loving kinda helicopter father who would go all the way to the fair in disguise to watch over Marinette, and then he was just never mentioned again after Marinette felt embarrassed by him at said fair. Wasted opportunity and time for a movie with so much issue in pacing

10. I saw buggachat say this movie felt like an animated fanfiction of MLB and I have to say i completely agree. I dont mean that in a bad way, i love fanfiction with all my heart and you can clearly see that the movie and a lot of fanfiction fixes the issues many fans have with the show. But the thing is, this is a full movie, not a collection of one-shot specific scene rewrites. Thus, for it to be successful in "rewriting" or creating an alternate version of MLB, it has to include those in-between moments, not just the juicy identity reveal, or the "my heart belongs to another " moment, or even the "Gabriel actually cares about his son" moment. Is the movie good at those moments? Goodness yes. It definitely has its humor, its enjoyment that you can tell is a gift to the fans. But as a movie, a whole animated film, it disappoints.

10b. I mean for goodness sake they didnt even mention that Catacylsm was a thing until it was used, and Lucky Charm wasnt utilzed at all, just the fixing power (that might just be a genuine change they made so Ladybug wasnt too unbalanced with Chat Noir tho)

OK IM DONE, phew. Those are my major thoughts from the day after watching the movie, and im going to watch it again more carefully later. Ill not to be so personally biased and to just enjoy it. Who knows, maybe ill think differently afterwards.

Definitely gonna listen to the songs again, and definitely gonna burst out laughing at Careless Whisper tho

#miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous spoilers #miraculous movie #some miraculous salt #heed the tags #miraculus movie thoughts and opinions #youve been warned

[pelman]

just 'cuz it aint halloween anymore dont mean i cant still draw spooky stuff! so heres sheldon not exactly having done the best job transforming from his "swim" form (inspired very strongly by @/naru-wishfield and this sheldon by @/gorgugplushie)

a "short" fic under the readmore cuz i had a strong idea of how this scenario actually went lol

Splatoween seemed to be a massive celebratory event no matter where you were. Inkopolis seemed to celebrate mostly through trick-or-treating and Splatfests to do with the event, but Splatsville celebrated mostly through the costumes and with many tricksters making their way through the city playing pranks on people. Scary stories, however, were commonplace in both locales, and it was a favorite of most people to tell stories about ghastly creatures and ordinary citizens transforming into them.

It never fazed you, personally, hearing about these stories. You and most of the people you knew already had swim forms, so transforming wasn't exactly abnormal for you. You knew maybe, like, two people that couldn't do it, and they were the hat and shoe sellers respectively, and even then, you weren't exactly sure. There had been a good few fish popping up in your turf matches, so maybe everyone could transform and you just hadn't seen it yet. Either way, since transforming was so commonplace to you, it wasn't exactly creepy to hear a scary story where someone transformed and it went wonky. That just sounded like hearing about a little squid trying to shift for the first time.

The plaza was bustling and full of life, people prancing around and snapping pictures of each other's cosplays and costumes, and the whole place was full of lights and music and a generally energetic atmosphere. As you looked around, however, you noticed that Ammo Knights - the gun shop, stationed right next to the lobby steps - was completely dark. You didn't remember it being closed, and with people still steadily turfing, you weren't sure why it would be, either. You hopped off of the bench you had been sitting on and began to approach the store, weaving between the crowds, when someone stopped you with a fin across the chest.

"Yo, what're you doing? That place is totally haunted!" The catfish, dressed up in overalls and a turtleneck reminiscent of Judd - funny costume, you thought - looked at you half with concern and half like you were completely out of your mind, their barbels pressed to their face in concern. The Octoling and Inkling with them - both with their tentacles styled and faces painted to look like the other species - looked at you with similar expressions, though they were both seemingly a little out of the loop. "Can't you tell?"

You expressed that you weren't concerned and just wanted to check the shop out, gently pushing the catfish's fin away from your chest, and the group passed near-frantic looks between one another before the Octoling piped up, "It's your funeral," stepping away and watching as you progressed past the trio. They began to talk amongst themselves as soon as they figured you were out of earshot, which you tuned out as you reached the frosted glass doors. A quick test of the handle made it clear that the doors weren't locked, but you also couldn't help but notice how absurdly cold the metal was. Sure, it was a little chilly out, but it wasn't enough for that! You rushed over to the stairs to the lobby and firmly placed your hand on one of the metal railings, drawing a few confused looks from a group of Brinecraft cosplayers, before rushing back over to the doors to confirm that yes, the door handles were indeed unnaturally cold.

Frowning to yourself, you pulled the doors open anyways, taking a tentative step into the store as a cold draft hit you. The doors slammed themselves shut behind you, forcing you forward into the incredibly dark building. The only light source in the entire main room was a single monitor, used to help customers make selections while they shopped. You couldn't read it from here, but it looked to be displaying some type of error message instead, illuminating the room in an ominous orange-red. It was only when the sound of skittering hit your ears that you began to feel like something was truly wrong here.

Tension tightened in your shoulders as you attempted to take a step backwards, but were stopped by the doors, which refused to budge despite being push-to-open from inside. As soon as you saw the unidentifiable mass crawling across the floor, you really started pushing at them, gritting your teeth and wishing your shoes had more traction as they slipped across the tile floor. Panic bubbled in your chest as you flattened yourself to the glass, wondering if going swim form would help you at all or if it'd just slow you down, as the mass from the floor stopped underneath the lone monitor and began crackling upwards, the sounds of chitin creaking and popping into place bringing a sour, sickly feeling to your stomach and throat.

What was in its place looked like, at one point, it would have been Sheldon. Its clothes were torn apart, the buttoned shirt completely opened to reveal at least two extra pairs of limbs, their surfaces covered in the same mottled exoskeleton that made up his unusually spiky shell. Its legs, thick and stumpy as they usually were, had completely transmogrified into claws, similar in shape to its extra claws, and its hands had gained claws as well, which had completely torn through the leather of one of its gloves and left the fingers bare. Its frenzied eyes glinted dangerously under its goggles, unfocused and darting all across your form, and from its mouth alongside its normal buck teeth were two large tusks, giving it a permanent snarl of sorts. Its breathing was gravely, and it wheezed out breaths that you could swear you could almost see puffing in the chilled air inside the room. Its stance looked like it was ready to pounce, its legs tensed and arms held out to its sides.

You truly began to panic after soaking in the scene, alternating between begging the ex-Sheldon beast to not hurt you and rattling the doors as much as you could with their seemingly frozen state in hopes of attracting the attention of someone outside. The beast turned directly towards you, drool running down its chin as it began to make growling, huffing noises, its breath becoming wheezy, and it-

-promptly began coughing vigorously, reaching into a pants pocket to pull out an inhaler, shaking it quickly before popping off the cap and taking deep breaths from it. It wiped the drool from its chin, sucking in any leftover spit from the sides of its mouth, and took a deep breath with its eyes closed before regarding you once more.

"Schorry about the messch! The change in scheasonsch alwaysch messches with me." Sheldon sounded just as chipper as ever, despite the large tusks obstructing his speech even more than his buck teeth usually did. "I wasch planning on closching the schtore early, but I guessch I fell aschleep. It'sch so much harder to breathe with all those allergensch in the air, it makesch me feel scho dizzy." He stumbled over to one of the walls, flicking on the lights and wiping the drool that had already accumulated on his chin again off once more. "I wasn't hoping that any customersch would have to schee me like thisch; I know it'sch a little unnerving."

Yeah. A little. You expressed your relief that he was okay, but asked about... the whole state he was in, at which he sighed deeply. "It'sch because of the scheasonal change. If I can't get air into my gillsch properly when I transchform, it doesch thisch." He gestured up and down at himself before realizing the state he was in and huffing frustratedly. He went back into "swim" form as quickly as he could - though it did seem to take some effort, which may have explained the creaking of his chitin before - and transformed back, most of the other extra features still intact, but the tusks gone. He ran his tongue over his teeth before sighing again. "It's annoying, but not painful. I'd just appreciate it more if these extra limbs had hands," he limply picked one up and wobbled it back and forth, "or if I could get my normal feet back." He flexed the twin toes on one of his feathery feet, making note of their small size. "In any case, while I'm here, I might as well be helpful; what can I do for you?" He clasped his still-clawed hands together in the same courteous, business-like gesture he typically made, almost eliciting a smile from your quickly adrenaline-crashing self.

You rattled the doors again, noting how they weren't opening. He grumped a little at that, carefully making his way over behind the counter. "Sorry, I had the automatic lock set up already. I figure if I'm closing the store, I'm gonna be the last one in or out, so I just set the doors to lock again after the next time they opened. It should be fine now." True to his word, the lock clicked just loudly enough for you to hear, with a simultaneous clearing of the message on the store-side monitor, returning back to its normal display of weaponry. "Again, I'm very sorry about this whole situation. I do hope you'll come again!"

You assured him you would as you gave a courteous wave before quickly rushing out of the store, disappearing back into the crowd with a shell-shocked expression. The catfish and cephalings from earlier watched you pass by, almost seeming surprised that you made it back out at all, but you paid them no regard as you made your way back to your sitting spot from before and plunked down onto it.

Yeah, you'd visit again. Maybe after you stopped having nightmares about it, that is.

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #sheldon splatoon #sheldon shellendorf #splatoween #body horror #unsettling #ask me to tag #my art #my writing #my fics #not sure which of those two tags im gonna go forward using but whatever #halloween #horror

[nerdyenby]

Yellow Time :D I’m watching Sneeg

Pregame

I’m upset that tumblr doesn’t have a yellow option for text

I had seen picture but his costume still startled a laugh out of me

Sneeg is so funny, I can’t

Top 3 funniest men alive: Charlie, Sneeg, and Aimsey, tell me I’m wrong

Hannah laughing at him cracked me up

Hannah coming in and playing with his minion hair is so silly /pos

Him just standing in the closet killed me

Skipped from 20m to 1hr 30m because I don’t have stamina anymore lol (this is like the 6th team I’m watching send help)

Sneeg asking if Jordan’s dress up irl too and getting a “No, are you?” and proceeding to sputter about how he would never

“Someone didn’t wear the right costume” “I was tolieting :(”

Sneeg looking up minion quotes 😂

Yo minion lore???? How did I not know they were polyglots????? I’ve heard that there were couple pieces of other languages in their dialect but I didn’t know it was entirely composed of other languages???

Sneeg’s comedic overconfidence vs Puffy’s self-deprecation FIGHT!!

“Fruit, you’re not throwing it back!!” Puffy 😂

Parkour Tag

We love the confidence :))

Sneeg’s a good hunter!! I don’t think I’ve watched his parkour tag before lol

The “captain” ambiguity lmao

Puffy’s absolute MOVES juking Jimmy, what a queen!!!

Sneeg losing his mind over the comedic timing of Joel’s internet issues

Rocket Spleef Rush

“Why are they voting for Sands of Time first? Loser behavior” Sneeg based

“We just have so much faith in you, Fruit” them <3

Sneeg 16th!!!

Okay but Sneeg got robbed there

Jordan improving every round my beloved <333

Sands of Time

Them telling Puffy to be assertive and her starting the “be aggressive” chant 😂

“Being confident as a female is mean, real” Sneeg making fun of sexists my beloved!!!

OFFHAND TORCHES SNEEG, SNEEG OFFHAND TORCHES!!!! (/nm imagine it over that Garfield meme)

THATS RED SNEEG 😭😭

Uh oh

The jukes!!! Sneeg definitely should have died there but the skill

That was so rough but Sneeg’s death wasn’t his fault, I don’t think that was a bad call, just bad luck

Sky Battle

The csgo calls 😭

Yellow going everywhere and taking everything, as they should

Puffy :))

Their build is so satisfying

The way Fruit almost clutched his way out of a 3v1

I could feel that snipe coming :/

“We just… we banana” so true Puffy

Sneeg is so real for noticing Puffy’s crazy clutches in skybattle

Ace Race

Puffy is so much smarter than me lol

Sneeg never leaving the top 15 is so epic of him

Three of them being in the top 20 is huge actually

Battle Box

Why can no one on this team aim /aff

Sneeg’s mind immediately going to how to break the game my beloved

“It’s concrete!” yeah but that doesn’t roll off the tongue, cmon Jordan

This team has such efficient comms <33

Sneeg mvp that last round!!

Grid Runners

The way I didn’t process this team was all Americans until they started bullying the British

We don’t talk about golf, stuff happens

Stop being so hard on yourself Sneeg, I will fight you

Crafting grove redemption!!!

WE GOT INFIGHTING!!!

Jordan chucking Fruit into the lava was hysterical and some much needed levity

Sneeg’s brain is huge, as soon as he got it, he got it

“We’ll all get season 3 coins at some point” “I preordered mine” Puffy 😂

“If you’ve already thrown step back” “I’ve been throwing this whole game, little do you know” Puffy breaking out the one liners my beloved <33!!!

TGTTOSAWAF

Fruit popping off!!!

Aw Sneeg could’ve gotten top 3 right there :(

“I had a good time” Sneeg I know you mean it but that does not sound convincing in the slightest 😂

Dodgebolt

OMG FRUIT 😂

If you see a post about the longest running no-win streak, it’s Jordan’s fault

“What are the stats behind how many reverse sweeps have happened?” SNEEG DONT YOU DARE

This team’s commentary is so good <333

“Two arrows and a dream, the script writers went hard on this one” Fruit 😂

#mcc #mcyt #mc championship #mcc 29 #sneegsnag #captain puffy #captainsparklez #fruitberries

[neutrallyobsessed]

omg you did holyajkdfnkjdsn, the yatagarasu vs gourdzilla, Im so sorry Im barely seeing it now. guhhhh I am so thankful. Thank you so much gAWD.. >fetish ohnoimsosorry amithat transparent THEYRE ON TO ME imsorry D: seriously though what a fantastic job you did and that redesign of Kay as a Yatagarasu kaiju is amazing, you went through so much effort thank you so much. Your art is improving every day damb. I made this not too long ago for funzies ; _;

https://imgur.com/a/ofVXrSm

:0 U BACK! jkasjaksjakjs tysm! im glad you liked it!! tbh it also took me a while to think ideas and finish them so its alright lol, it was real fun ^^

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huehue no need to apologize mdear~ tbh i think it's more of me being a long time on the internet so i "notice things" than you being transparent, in any case i dont mind at all~~

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YO THAT'S LITERALLY SO GOOD! ALMOST LOOKS OFFICIAL (like a sketch made by iwamoto tatsuro i mean)

i swear some ppl are so good at simulating an urban landscape with a couple of lines and i can't kkkk. but practice makes perfect so i did a couple more doodles ºuº, this time with a normal kay in earlier stages of production, figuring out scaling and camera shots (and the costume wasn't finished yet :v)

#ask #kay tall #like the tallest kay xd #kay faraday

[awakenee]

hsmtmts . ep 101

july 5, 2022 - 8:07 pm cst

i had to scroll through my "continue watching" d+ list for a solid minute before finding hsmtmts 💀

woah, the first episode is 40 minutes long?? i knew it was the longest out of both seasons (or at least i think so) but wow

the "we're all in this together" intro gives me strong deja vu hsm flashbacks lol

this intro music is so iconic

ew, i changed tabs and suddenly my subtitles are on the left

is it bad that i didnt realise these were ricky and big red until a few episodes shy into season two

"aHAHA"

"first costume change" icon

"junior year, baby" reminds me of "september 1st, 1989. dear diary:"

spoiler alert: big red did not grow a mustache.

oh look, my subtitles are back to normal

AYE, MY FAVORITE BACKGROUND DANCERS ARE IN THE BACKGROUND. NICE. lauren and steph and someone else whose name i dont remember i think

"today's the day we start over" poor ricky

back when i first saw this thing and nini was showing kourt her music man stuff i didnt think anything of it but now that im a theatre kid this gets me all excited and peppy

"i know who that is, nini!" yes, it's shirtless ej looking like he just saw someone take a big dump

omg olivia is such a baby,,, i miss her

gina just passed in front of kourtney lmao

"yo nini" sounded like "young nini"

the office moment

ricky seems so dumb rn,,, my poor, poor boi

gina's still in the background

also i've never seen the office

why does nini know whether ricky's feet stink or not and why does she think it's cute

nini has a lion plushie in her bed, i think it's featured in the hsm con novel

NINI MY LOVE,,,,

AHHHH ITIKYK

this is so sweet i cant

unrelated but i just got an email offering me 1776 broadway orchestra seats from 99+, pretty neat

are people commenting on this video live, or...?

why is ricky's IG username "@skateratricky"

ok but nini resting her head on ricky's shoulder

dear @missschmotzer who commented "why are you always in the ensemble?!?!!", wouldn't we all like to know that

"davidgutierrezslc" is that the principal,,, imagine

seb my love

argh nini is so pure i want to hug her for eternity

help she sounds like she's going to cry

RICKY YOU LITTLE SH-

who in sh has a back to school kickoff

"you're blowing me off for some theatre punk" ricky, all i ever want in my life is a theatre punk to love me.

yes, idk whether to spell it theatre or theater

"at a lake???" KIKIWAKA KIKIWAKA

spoiler alert 2: kourtney never dismantles the patriarchy

lmao gina is staring at nini and kourt as they walk away from ricky and big red and making an "OHHHHHHH" expression

"love is dead" ricky,,,,

"fRiDaY!!!!!!!"

ok but why would you wear your cheer uniform to the first day of school? im not american so maybe that is normal over there but still,,,

may the guy with the glasses rest in peace after being smacked with that t-shirt

way too many "high school"s in one sentence

i want to have carlos' confidence

nini right before the opening card rolls in is me during social studies thinking about my plans to land on broadway one day and become the next patti lupone

oh god that step carlos is doing is so familiar to me,,, i'm getting lion king flashbacks

OH YES HERE IT COMES ONE OF THE MOST ICONIC LINES FROM THE SERIES

AHAHAHWHEHEHYY YES GO CARLOS

"i pay for ad free spotify"

is "sue me" the equivalent of "fight me"????

can we talk about how this series has had plot holes since the pilot? miss jenn's financial issues were never brought up again

we dont have hall passes here so...

oh boy im only 8 minutes in and this is already a big ass text block

mr mazzara looks so annoyed oh my god

carlos looks so happy when she says "watch out world"

WAIT WAIT WAIT. i just noticed something. miss jenn's office number is B110, and i'm, like, 99.9% sure that's the number of the dressing room in which ricky and nini kiss. how does that work

"hollywood dream world" no, sir. hollywood and broadway are two very different things.

"we're the east high leopards. always have been. 😎😎😎"

their lunch is so nice

kourtney is me @ my mom

okay i actually agree with nini on this one,,, that dress would've been too much

"bAbE"

*natalie and seb gasp*

more featured dancers in the background

i wish someone would slide pizzas under my door

wtf nini's so short

isn't playing sports and doing theatre at the same time illegal? /j

ok but i love ricky's jackets

my dude why are you making faces to yourself

nini was one of the most amazing trees featured in the pictures evan was sending to connor, duh /ref

uno destroys friendships and relations, this goes against the rules of the universe

ywbf flashbacks

do dreams ever mean anything

mike dropping the raw chicken on the floor >>>>>>

ouch

my ricky needs therapy counter is officially on 1

i want big red's gaming thing

yeah, ricky, i think that's weird too but i'm still a raging theatre kid

"it's about zac efron dancing with a basketball" well, he's not wrong

angsty ricky

ricky's hair >>>>>> troy's hair

ricky looks like a deer in headlights lol

gosh, that's intimidating

ej, kindly, shut up

THE SUBTITLES JUST LISTED CARLOS AS "woman"

dancing, the bane of my existence

dancing isn't that impressing in hsm tho

"that was the warm up????" mood

"not with a friend" my anxiety says no

GINI GINI GINI GINI

understudies are the best

help, nini looks so scared

"new lab" those computers look kinda outdated, no offense

i want to smack mr mazzara and ricky

steph: *squeals*

"i'm dying, i'm deceased"

isn't adding a new song to the musical illegal? coughs in the s2 menkies

how does gina know which scenes are they going to give her???

omg seb looks so nervous and cute

go nini

GO SEB

seblos moment

"your chosen-last-for-dodgeball" hey, that's me!

ricky's a criminal guys

help, i know ricky's gonna barge in and i'm getting so much second hand embarrassment right now

seb my love

nini looks so in love with him

pretty sure that's less than 16 bars

run richard, run

ok but gina would be an amazing gabriella, just think about it

NINI BRITISH ACCENT

where's my supportive theatre punk

nini my beloved

*war flashbacks*

ricky i want to slap you into oblivion right now

yeah, nini, be more chill!!!! tAkE yOuR hAnDs oUt oF yOuR pOcKeTs /ref

i want nini's bedroom

the background music is depressing

RCIYK AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ricky you little sh

ACTUALLY, CARLOS, TROY NEVER ARRIVES ON TIME. THAT'S SOME GREAT CHARACTER WORK RIGHT THERE.

shut up ej

YES AHHHH

getting so much nostalgia from this

why are you guys shoving cellphones in her face

oh my god this is so awkward

YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GO

oh my god im so proud of my little baby nini

ok, hear me out. i love s1 nini so, so much but i just dont think she's right for gabriella if you get what i mean?

great timing, light people

"i only needed 32 bars" that was like 32 bars ma'am

we love a supportive big red

ricky ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

sir, you're supposed to be off-book

what are you doing

miss jenn really went for the underdogs

this is making me feel so many things

ricky needs therapy counter: 2

to be continued because of the character limit

#hsmtmts analysis #hsmtmts fandom #ricky bowen #gina porter

[oro-e-diamanti]

Quiet Music: Poco a poco forte

In collaboration with @bethanysnow (whose askbox is always open!)

Jealousy was never a good look with stardust in the other’s eyes. Boundaries are tested. Fantasies are made hot and heavy with some alcohol. Will they make it back to the hotel all in one piece?

Content | Fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word Count | 5845

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***

Copenhagen was a whirlwind that barely left any time to breathe. Even the short break Y/n was granted in between was promptly used to make a dash for the nearest tourist shop. Adding a fridge magnet to her growing collection. No misses so far. She’d be lying if she wasn’t proud of it. Victoria gave a little tour through the city, giving ample opportunity to provide the fans with content via various social media platforms. A mad scramble back to the venue, soundcheck, dinner. A gig full of little mishaps, including Ethan losing a drumstick halfway through and Damiano almost tumbling off stage. At least the crew had gotten into a groove, ‘new tour’ jitters finally forgotten. That night, at the hotel, Y/n had found herself standing outside her door, empty ice bucket in hand. Somewhat wondering, hoping, someone would join her. Not just anyone. Him. But she wouldn’t knock on his door and he didn’t come to hers. It wasn’t to be. At least not that night. 

The morning had brought the band another wake-up call from Y/n. Everyone was starting to settle into their routine. Get ready, get on the bus, get handed coffee by Y/n. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying this little comfort of domestic bliss, taking care of the people she was starting to consider friends. It felt right.

***

Damiano’s morning wasn’t quite as peaceful. His thoughts were plagued by images of Y/n. His decision to ‘cool it’ and back off a little seemed to be biting him in the arse. When she had come around to wake him up, she had been in a partially sheer blouse, black jeans and boots and he thought she looked like the perfect little alternative housewife. Luring him out of bed with the promise of coffee and breakfast. Now he was sitting on the couch on the bus, watching Y/n fly around the little kitchenette and he couldn’t keep his eyes off her bum in those jeans.

Nope, he wasn’t going to do anything about it. Not now. The conversation with Victoria two nights ago was still ringing in his head. He had decided she was right - no use in pursuing anything unless he was certain what he was feeling and what he wanted out of it. He would still have enough time to make his move once he figured it out. Right? He didn’t know what Y/n was thinking. Or what she thought of him, so no use dwelling on it. Still the thought struck him, he barely knew anything about her. He should probably talk to her more. Infallible logic, he thought to himself. Backing off and talking to her at the same time. Great.

“Y/n… how do you usually take your coffee, by the way?”

“Lots of creamer, usually. Sometimes a bit of sugar, if I’m feeling fancy. Or if I’m feeling really fancy at a café, I might get a caramel macchiato.”

“Caramel is always nice.” Of course, she would like caramel, he thought to himself. “Do you normally drink coffee or are you more or stereotypical British tea drinker?”

“I enjoy a cuppa when I’m home, definitely. Italians aren’t exactly known for their tea now, are they?” A smirk appeared on her face, maybe a little baffled by the conversation, but happy to humour him. “Lady Gray is a particular favourite. Followed by breakfast tea with some sugar and milk. Before coffee. I can make you some tea sometime if you fancy?”

“That’d be great. You know, I just had an amazing idea actually,” Damiano grinned. “When we first went to Berlin, there was this amazing tea shop - would you want to go when we have the gig there?”

“That sounds lovely,” Y/n replied. “Of course.”

Another step closer to getting to know her.

***

“Right, we’ve all got an hour until soundcheck and some press things, I’m gonna go take Chili on her walk, you lot do whatever you want until then.”

Y/n had expected a few non-committal grunts, a wave, maybe a “see you later, I’ll go have a nap”, but instead, the whole band seemed to be on their highest energy levels. All of them immediately scrambled to their feet, looking for shoes and jackets, proclaiming they wanted to see the city, maybe take some pictures for Instagram along the way. Y/n wouldn’t dare complain about the company.

It didn’t take them long to reach the harbour, walking along the river as they enjoyed the bustle of town and the view. Y/n found herself pulling out her phone, telling everyone to gather around her.

“I’m no photographer, but I do need some memories of all of this. Thomas, stop pulling that face!” Thomas quickly dropped the grimace as she took the picture, the historic old town in the background. Chili was busy running around between the five of them, loving whoever gave her the attention the most. Y/n thought Victoria was reaching for the leash, already preparing to hand it over, but instead the bassist grabbed her hand. Obviously in a giddy mood, she began swinging their intertwined hands between them as they walked. Y/n couldn’t bite back a smile. She had missed having a close friend ever since she had moved to Italy leaving her best friend behind in the UK and she felt like this blossoming friendship with Victoria could truly begin to fill the void in her heart.

The blonde girl pulled her into a deep hug as Chili decided to go bother Ethan instead.

“I want a photo with just you,” Vic explained, pulling out her own phone for a snapshot. Y/n complied with a sigh but wrapped her arms around her, ready to take the picture. Right as the click went off, Victoria pressed a kiss to her cheek, taking her by surprise. Neither of them could hold back a giggle at her face in the photo.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, by the way,” Y/n spoke up as a little break in the conversation offered itself. If only to distract from the affection and it worked perfectly. All eyes and ears on her. “I’ve booked a little dinner for tonight. But not just any dinner. A burlesque one!”

The group let out various cheers. Thomas immediately ran ahead of the group, shamelessly faking a striptease as they kept walking. Damiano made sure to record the performance, already giggling to himself. Thomas was in the middle of shrugging off his jacket, walking backwards, when - ouch! - he bumped into a pole, heavily bonking his head. Everyone erupted into hysterical laughter, and after rubbing the back of his head with a pour for a moment, even the guitarist joined in.

“You alright?” Y/n asked breathlessly, trying to hide the giggles in her voice, genuinely concerned about him still.

“Besides the fact that I just got all of you to drop your panties for me? I’m great!” The blond grinned at his own joke, as everyone else rolled their eyes.

“Yes! Oh my god, take me Thomas!” Damiano gasped dramatically, pushing himself up against Thomas, who grabbed onto his leg to dip him.

“Wait! Hold on!” Y/n shouted, once again grabbing her phone as the captured the moment. “Now that’s one for the fridge.”

***

Backstage was business as usual. Y/n once again took the time to watch the band soundcheck, always feeling soft looking at the way they played without having to be ‘on’, without putting on a big performance. Yet, she was still in work mode, phone displaying the name of a reporter she was waiting on, along with the name of the magazine she was working for. It didn’t take long for her to appear.

The woman was undeniably beautiful. Thin figure, long, red hair, picture perfect makeup. Even her clothes were pressed, luxury brands decorating her, adding to the pristine image. A press pass hung around her neck, acrylic nails tapping something into her phone. Leaning back, Y/n noticed the particular red leather on the bottom of the woman’s heels.

It was only after putting her phone away that she acknowledged Y/n at all.

“Anywhere I can sit down with the band?” Her eyes barely even met Y/n’s.

“Uh, yeah, once they’re done with soundcheck, they will be in the greenroom,” Y/n said, mustering the woman. “You the reporter?”

“Sure, sure. Can I go there now, sit down, get ready?”

Y/n studied the press pass on the woman’s neck, making sure she was actually the person they were looking for and shrugged. “Alright, follow me.”

She led the reporter further backstage. The greenroom was fitted with a couch and a couple of chairs, a vanity in front of the mirror and makeup already carelessly thrown around. A costume rack in the back.

“Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks,” the woman muttered, looking around the room, obviously dissatisfied with it’s slightly chaotic state and - probably - lack of style. “That’s all I need you for, then.”

Y/n’s eye twitched, busying herself with the clothes, reorganising them to distract herself.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but rules are rules. Can’t be in a room alone, privacy reasons and all that. I’m sure you understand.” 

“Well then.” She carefully placed herself on one of the chairs, highly aware of her posture, her face, and the fact that she’d be right in view of everybody entering the room. “Maybe you can be a bit of help, then. You know, a little insider information between us girls… How into the whole, you know, rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle are they really? I’m talking, drugs, alcohol… groupies?”

It was no question as to what she was hinting at.

“Well, Damiano has a whole tattoo verifying that he hates parties. Plus, they’re not really known for that kind of stuff. And for the interview, I’d rather you stick to the approved questions that your magazine has discussed with our management. There’s no ‘insider information’ here -” Y/n was about to talk herself into a whole rant, when the door opened and the band moved into the room, joyous and hyped for the show that evening.

Victoria was the first to bounce over to Y/n, kissing her cheek, before collapsing on the couch next to her. Ethan, Thomas and Damiano followed suit. Chili had followed the band, now hopping onto the couch and making herself comfortable on Y/n’s lap. Ethan looked over at the reporter, brow raised. “You here to do the interview?”

“Oh you know it,” she winked. Y/n didn’t miss how her whole demeanour had changed and she couldn’t have been more annoyed. “Lovely to meet you all.”

She held out her hand to Ethan, the smirk never leaving her face, before greeting the others in a similar fashion. She held onto Damiano’s hand much longer than the others.

“Nice to meet you,” Damiano said, politely, sitting down as well.

“Oh, that’s no trouble at all,” she beamed at the singer. “Now, you’re here in Hamburg today, and in the part of town most notorious for having Europe’s largest red light district. Do you feel like that’s the perfect background for your gig tonight? You know, with the music you play and the way you dress - it’s not like you’ve been shy about sex in your career so far.” 

They all chuckled slightly.

“Well, sexuality isn’t something to be ashamed about, at least we don’t think so. It’s part of everyday life and part of our own experiences so we put that into music,” Victoria eloquently explained. “And what we’ve seen of the city so far has been very beautiful.”

“Well, maybe I should give you a little tour then, show you the naughty parts of town,” she laughed. “Back on topic though, I imagine touring can be hard, being away from everyone. Do you ever get lonely on tour? For friends or… something else?”

Damiano coughed. “Sure, we get lonely, like anyone else would. But we make a family out of the crew. Everyone on our team is very close to us.” Y/n could clearly see in his eyes that he knew full well what the woman was hinting at. “We love touring, so when you love something, it doesn’t feel like work.”

Ethan nodded in agreement. Y/n could see through all of them easily - none of them wanted to be there.

“Yes, of course, touring can be difficult, but we have fun, so not that bad,” Thomas added.

Y/n didn’t miss the way the reporter briefly looked over her shoulder to muster a reaction from her. “Well I’m sure you’re easily able to find some fun away from your… crew. Lots of parties on tour so far?”

At that point, Y/n was ready to rip the reporter to shreds. But she knew she had to stay professional, and the band was more than able to hold their own, so she stayed quiet. Ethan next to her sat up a little, obviously uncomfortable.

“No, we don’t party. No time.” His vision went dark as he looked at the woman in front of them. As kind and mindful as he usually was, he didn’t shy down when it came to showing his scarier side when he needed to.

“Yeah. We sometimes go to a bar on a day off, but that’s about it. Work is more important,” Victoria threw in as she put an arm around Ethan on the back of the couch.

Y/n felt a wave of pride at the way the band was holding up. It was absolutely no secret to her that they were desperately waiting for this interview to end, annoyed with the reporter and the lines she kept trying to cross, but they stayed polite and professional. She thought that this was what made them real rockstars in that moment.

“Okay, one more question, then. You entered this business really young, you still are, yet you write quite mature music, how do you manage that?”

“We write what we want to write. Perform how we want to perform. I don’t think that has an age limit,” Damiano spoke curtly. His eyes flickered over to their assistant. Y/n was sure he didn’t miss the way she was staring daggers into the back of the reporter’s skull. “And music has always been a passion of ours. We just got lucky really early in life, I guess.”

“Well thank you very much for your time,” the reporter said, standing up, and once again reaching out her hand to say her goodbyes. “Hope to see you around…” As she came to Damiano, Y/n didn’t miss how she stuffed a little note in his hand. “...hopefully.”

“Can I go kick her face now?” Y/n stood up, seething, as soon as the reporter had left the room. “Sorry, no, that’s actually rude. But I’m going to call management and report that woman.”

“Yeah, that… wasn’t cool,” Ethan contemplated. “How about you make that call and then we take your mind off it with the dinner show you booked for us, yeah?”

Y/n took a deep breath, looking at Ethan, whose eyes had turned back to show nothing but kindness. She couldn’t wait to forget about this disaster for the rest of the evening and enjoy herself. With the band in tow, she was sure she would.

***

Damiano hadn’t been quite sure what to expect from dinner that evening - but it wasn’t a table smack in the middle of the first row right in front of the stage. He should have seen it coming, really. When Y/n planned and schemed, she always made sure to get them the best of the best. Determined to make sure everyone was having fun. She truly took care of them like no other.

A waiter was at their table in no time, taking orders for drinks and food, and the openers started before Damiano even had a chance to take a sip of his wine. As soon as it became obvious that the first act of the evening would be pole dancing. The rest of the band started snickering, nudging Damiano’s side. Still, they all watched in amazement as the dancer started their performance, music filling the room.

“You know, I could do that,” Damiano whispered in Y/n’s ear as he leaned in close. She looked over at him - at the performer - back to him.

“Sure you can,” she giggled.

“Oh I can,” Damiano insisted, leaning in closer than necessary now. “And in heels.”

Y/n couldn’t stop herself from coughing, choking ever so slightly on her drink, as her eyes widened and a slight shade of pink appeared on her face.

Damiano simply couldn’t help himself. He knew he had meant to back off, give her a little space, give himself some time to think, but the words simply slipped out. “I can always offer you a private show, you know?”

This time, she only paused for a moment before whispering back, “You teach me pole dancing, I’ll teach you rumba, yeah?”

Fuck, he hadn’t expected her to get the upper hand so quickly. Still, he never once lost his smirk, murmuring a “sure” back at her. She had gotten back her cool, focusing back on her meal now, only looking up to watch the performance every now and then in between bites. She was making it way too hard for him to back off. He wondered if she knew what she was doing to him.

Leaning back into his chair, Damiano watched the performer on stage. They were beautiful, no question about that. Amazing at what they did. It was impossible to keep your eyes off them, even Y/n kept getting distracted. He wondered if she’d look at him the same way if it was him up there. Or if he did a little show himself that night, on stage at their own gig. Catching her attention like the dancer was doing now. Maybe making her lose her mind a little bit. It was worth a try…

The performance was over much too quickly for his liking and only shortly after, the main dancer of the evening was announced to go on stage soon. It didn’t take long for the lights dimming, before fading to black completely. A hush falling over the crowd. A spotlight found a petite, blonde bombshell in the middle of the stage. Perfectly sculpted hair, blue boa feather skirt, a glitter corset that dripped with silver and gold accents. She seemed to be glistening under the stage light, body glitter accenting all the right curves and features. Then she turned around.

Damiano’s jaw dropped - along with just about everyone else’s. She was così bella, un angelo. She walked to the front of the stage as the crowd cheered and whistled. Damiano was enraptured by her. She was mystifyingly beautiful. Each move was carefully planned out, knowing exactly what she was doing and how to do it. She was feeding off the crowd, spurred on by the shouts and comments, as she moved across the stage.

Damiano’s eyes followed her closely. He felt hypnotised by her performance. He had never given burlesque much thought, but this show was changing his mind rapidly. The only thing to pull him out of his was a sigh - a disgruntled noise maybe - coming from his left. It was hard to make out Y/n’s face in the dark, he realised as he turned towards her. But if he’d learned anything about her body language in the past days, he was certain that she wasn’t happy. Her arms were crossed in front of her and she was leaned back in her chair in a way that tried to suggest she wasn’t bothered. But she was. He just couldn’t figure out why.

He was distracted when the dancer was back in front of their table, looking down at them from the stage. She sent all of them a wink, before pulling the elbow-length gloves off one by one and throwing them to the side with a smile. She mesmerised him, even as she moved away from them to give another table some attention. Yet, Y/n was playing at the back of his mind.

Why did she seem so mad? She was the one who had booked this dinner, why wasn’t she having fun? Was she still preoccupied with the reporter from before? Sure, that one had definitely stepped over lines, but he thought they’d all gotten out of there pretty unscathed. And the reporter's number had wandered into the bin immediately. He considered the matter closed.

The woman on stage slowly lowered herself into a split, causing pretty much the whole audience to lose their minds. This was too good. More cheers and applause from everywhere. Damiano heard Vic shouting vague words of encouragement as the woman lost her bra, only pasties covering her nipples now. Y/n let out a little groan and from the corner of his eye, he could see her rolling hers. This time, Damiano wasn’t the only one who noticed. He watched as Victoria and Ethan exchanged looks, then nods, and finally shrugs.

Finally the performance ended, the dancer leaving the stage with another wink and kiss blown towards them. Damiano wished it could’ve gone on for longer. These people knew how to turn sex into art, and he’d by lying if he said it didn’t inspire him.

“Okay, gather up, no time to waste,” Y/n order, getting up from her seat the second the lights were turned back on. “You have a show to play and I don’t want you to be late.”

Damiano threw another look around. Even Thomas, who had been too preoccupied drooling over the dancer to notice anything else, was now staring at Y/n questioningly.

“What’s going on with her?” The guitarist asked as they all gathered their stuff and followed their assistant outside.

“Fuck if I know,” Damiano mumbled. “But I wanna find out, sooner or later.”

***

It wasn’t like her to be jealous. She didn’t care much about what other people found enthralling. But Damiano had looked at the dancer as if she was god’s gift to humanity. Yes, she was pretty, yes, she knew how to shake her arse. Was it all that special? The dancer was petite, a perfect fit for Damiano’s arms. A perfect figure to match his. Y/n was confident, she knew she was beautiful, but unfortunately the rest of the world didn’t always think the same. Unlike the dancer on stage. That woman was more than beautiful… She was palatable, sexy, perfect in all the ways a woman should be. Qualities that Y/n was currently convinced she didn’t possess any of.

Okay, maybe she was jealous. But she didn’t have any right to be. The dancer was simply doing her job. And so what, if Damiano had fancied her? It wasn’t like they were together. She worked for him, that was all. She didn’t have any right to want anything from him beyond that.

The fresh air hit her face as she left the venue, forcing some clarity onto her. She’d have to get a grip and get back to focusing on her job. It’s what she was there for, after all.

***

Victoria bounced over the Y/n as she left the venue, full of adrenaline and happiness from the show she had just watched.

“That was amazing, Y/n! Where did you get the idea for this being today’s dinner?” She asked, hooking onto the assistant’s arm.

“Looked up places we could go online, found this one in a travel blog. Said it had amazing wine so I thought we could check it out,” she explained without looking up from her hands, which were toying with the receipt.

“Well, you sure do have impeccable taste,” Victoria grinned and kissed her cheek. It seemed to pull Y/n out of her head enough to look up at the bassist. But Vic’s smile vanished quickly when she saw the look in her eyes. It was cloudy, gloomy, enough to make Victoria freeze up. Thomas was excitedly chattering about the show in the performance in the background, how hot he thought the performers were, especially the last dancer. Damiano eagerly agreed. Y/n’s seemed to have a flash of venom on her face, and suddenly it clicked in Vic’s mind. Oh, she knew that look well, had carried it herself a couple of times in her life.. She was jealous. Y/n was jealous of the way they all - or maybe, someone in particular - had reacted to the woman on stage. And she was doing a bad job hiding it.

As soon as the car pulled up, everyone scrambled to get it. Y/n immediately started bouncing her leg, still a stormy look in her eyes. If it didn’t seem so serious, Victoria would be amused at the state their assistant was in. Yet, with the expression on her face right then and there, the bassist didn’t dare make a joke.

Damiano was sitting next to Y/n, and Victoria desperately tried to catch his eye. It took a slight kick against his shin to get him to look at her. She flickered eyes back and forth between Damiano and Y/n, motioning him towards the woman. Hoping he would understand. Luckily, they’d long gotten used to reading the other’s face, no need for a verbal conversation. Damiano looked down at Y/n’s hands, still picking at the receipt, and he quickly grabbed one of them. Interlacing their fingers and offering her a smile when she looked up. Her leg stopped bouncing immediately.

“You alright?” He whispered.

“Yeah. Am now.”

Victoria couldn’t bite back the smile on her face, quickly turning towards her phone to be less oblivious. Those two would do just fine, sooner or later, she was sure of it.

***

The concert venue was smaller than some of the others they’d been playing on this tour, but if anything, it had caused the crowd to be even more rowdy. Y/n once again sat to the side of the stage, engrossed in her phone. Damiano snuck a peek through the curtain, before retreating and watching Y/n instead. She didn’t seem half as gloomy as she did at the dinner show. But a certain forlorn quality was still obvious. She had never been this type of obviously sad or upset before. At least not to his attention. Well, he was determined to get her to laugh tonight. Whatever had ruined her mood, he was going to fix it.

The band was getting hyped up, gathering around, some last minute fixes to their instruments among excited chatter. Yet, apparently, it hadn’t been only him who noticed Y/n’s mood. Once again sharing a look with Ethan, Victoria motioned her head over to their assistant. He nodded, before walking over to Y/n, taking her by the hand to get her to stand up, and pressing a kiss to her cheek. Victoria quickly followed suit, then Thomas, who had caught on. Damiano quickly gave a wink before kissing her forehead instead.

“For luck!” He shouted, as he ran on stage, welcoming the crowd. A quick look back confirmed a bashful smile on her face.

Everyone was on fire that night, even Y/n seemed to let go of her bad mood more and more. Damiano didn’t miss the way she sang along to their cover of ‘Take Me Out’, obviously getting into the show more than previous nights. Knowing all the lyrics, dancing ever so slightly… Damiano realised he really had it bad for her.

He decided to go for it during “For your love”. With a pointed look towards her, he slowly started rolling off one arm of his jacket. Then the other. A little mock burlesque show of his own, dramatically shimmying his shoulders as he got rid of the jacket completely. The crowd more than appreciated his little performance, judging by their screams. The rest of the band was eating his energy up, playing harder, going crazier. As Damiano jogged over to grab some water, he didn’t miss the opportunity to turn his back towards Y/n, shaking his arse in a bad attempt at twerking. Turning back, he could see that she was desperately trying to bite back a smile. But he wasn’t done yet.

Making sure she was still looking at him, he began playing with his microphone. Giving it a teasing lick and sending her a wink at the same time. Watching her as he let his hand rest on his chest, slowly wandering lower with a teasing touch, until it rested in his lap. He only managed to keep it up for a second, before he couldn’t hold back the laugh at her expression anymore and turned back towards the audience.

But apparently, Y/n had some trick of her own. Well, it seemed like she wasn’t even aware of them, but they worked on Damiano all the same. She was taking her hair out of the pony tail for the night and he thought the way it cascaded around her face was beautiful. He felt like a movie cliche, watching as the main character let her hair down and everything suddenly happened in slow motion. Yet, here she was, trying to shove a bobby pin back into place, and he was losing his shit. He thought it was ridiculous though. The crazier her hair went, the crazier he went about her. She swayed to the music and for a second Damiano could swear time stood still. 

I wonder if she likes her hair pulled… The thought distracted him to the point that he forgot what he was singing, quickly covering it up by animating the audience to sing it instead. He was glad to be nearing the end of the set. He’d never wish to go off stage, per se, but Y/n was once again occupying his thoughts and the way she was moving to the music now didn’t help.

Another song, another bow towards the audience, another well-practised “Danke!”, and they were off stage. Damiano briefly considered going over to Y/n, only to see Thomas basically chasing her away, threatening her with a sweaty hug. Her slightly panicked squeals proved she wasn’t a fan of the idea. He didn’t mind. He’d make sure there’d be more time to catch up with her later.

Briefly dropping into the dressing room, Damiano grabbed his cigarettes and a hoodie, before heading outside for a smoke. The backstage door led to a quieter alley than the famously busy Reeperbahn on the other end. But there were still more than a handful of people walking past, singing, dancing, shouting into the night, beer bottles in hand. It didn’t take long for everyone else to join him. Ethan headed outside first, bumming a cigarette off the singer, before Thomas and Victoria followed. They were once again involved in some sort of mock argument. Y/n stepped outside a minute later, phone in her hand, already back to work-mode and probably checking the plan for the next few days. Everyone was still on a high from the gig, chatting and giggling, but Damiano felt himself taking a step back. He loved watching his friends, loved what they did, loved that he got to do it with them. And now Y/n too, in a way. Not even a full week in and he knew that this tour wouldn’t have been the same without her. 

He was rapidly pulled out of his thoughts as a group of men came towards them, obviously way past drunk. Yelling and hollering for no reason but to be annoying and get everyone’s attention. Damiano hated those kinds of drunks. In his experience they were nothing but trouble. He had half a mind to retreat back inside before they reached the group, but even in their inebriated stupor; they were quicker than expected. 

“Now, who are these beautiful girls?” One of them slurred, stepping forward.

“Yeah! Bet you give a man a good time,” another one laughed loudly. “And a cheap one too.”

One of them was moving closer now, almost touching Victoria - but without even a moment to process what was happening, Y/n acted. Damiano watched, fascinated, as she grabbed the man’s extended hand, twisting it around his back and shoulder checking him into the brick wall of the alley. No second thought, no hesitation. Shouldn’t the men have been the one to react and take care of their girls? Well, it didn’t seem like Y/n was one to wait to be saved.

In a tone that he had never heard before - and neither had the rest of the band judging by their reactions - Y/n spoke, “You couldn’t afford me, mate. Or my friends. So I’d take your piss drunk self elsewhere, m’kay?”

The men were gone faster than lightning, stumbling to find their footing as they ran, only starting to comment on how she was a “fat fucking bitch” and how they “wouldn’t have wanted her anyway” when they were far enough away. Y/n wordlessly rejoined the group.

Damiano found himself releasing a breath. The whole scene had been over so quickly, he barely registered it. He wasn’t the only one either, he realised. As the other three kept staring at her, amazed and maybe slightly intimidated, while Y/n didn’t even react.

However, Damiano wasn’t just mesmerised by her behaviour. He was thrilled by her - in more ways than one. The way she had handled herself was downright hot. She was fierce, self-confident, and strong. He couldn’t keep himself from contemplating whether this was a side she would let out in the bedroom as well. Was she the type to take control? Order him around? Push him to a wall like she’d done that guy, only with very different intentions? He would be 100% okay with taking orders from her, he decided.

Y/n finally looked up from her phone, apparently feeling everyone’s stares on her.

“...What. I told you I worked security before.” She looked at Victoria, quietly asking her if she was alright. She simply nodded. Damiano still couldn’t keep his eyes off of their assistant. Damn, that woman had more to herself than she let on.

***

Damiano was still thinking about it an hour later. After everyone had gathered their stuff and gotten back to the hotel and split up into their rooms. After he’d gotten in the shower. His mind was still running wild. He quickly turned the water to cold, letting out a hiss at the change in temperature, but he knew he didn’t have the time or the privacy to do anything about his thoughts. Neither would he be knocking on Y/n’s door, desperate for some kind of attention.

Not tonight.

#maneskin fiction #damiano david imagine #damiano david x you #damiano david x reader #damiano david fiction #maneskin imagine #maneskin x you #maneskin x reader #quiet music #bethanysnow #mywriting

[xialing-gf]

hello i would like to offer some gender neutral sapphic reader & vigilante (adrian chase) platonic hcs!! (dedicated to @prettybard my bff hehe)

- i love the idea of being childhood bffs with adrian, like getting to grow up next to him and watching him envy his older brother because his older brother always got to spend more time with THE chris smith 

-  of course you both r nerds and you guys watch cable tv shows (esp sitcoms and mystery tv shows) every evening and do homework together because you guys live in the same neighborhood. also on the weekends you guys build legos and play D&D with your other friends. he’s also a pokémon card collector and he was the one who convinced you to start collecting too. OH ALSO!! you both LOVE going to the local comic book shop on your way home after school and the owner always sets aside new shipments of your guys’ favorite comics aside for you two to read

- you guys tell each other ur first crush and honestly you guys don’t even need to come out to each other bcs its pretty obvious you guys are gay as Hell but you’re the first one to bring up crushes and when adrian’s like “oh yeah well you know im into guys” you’re like “the cover of your diary is literally . chris’ yearbook photo” 

- you guys are THE best friends in the town like everybody knows that wherever you go, adrian goes. that also means that whenever one of you two is in trouble, generally the other is also in trouble

- you guys both go to a local college but it’s a really difficult time for you both and you notice that adrian starts disappearing more often and he shuts himself off from you. you’re obviously upset because you guys are bffs!! and you’re also worried because you’ve heard reports of some guy named vigilante who’s been going around town doing shit. you got to fennel fields to try to find him bcs u think he’s just busy at his job but he’s not there

- you ask him one day what’s up and when he doesn’t answer, you storm off. later you come back to his apartment and he’s literally covered in bIood and wearing the vigilante costume. he’s like “oh god please dont tell me i have to kill you now too.” and you’re like “WTF!! IS GOING ON!!” he doesnt kill you (thankfully) and he explains his whole vigilante thing and he’s like “do you wanna meet peacemaker?? we’re bffs” and you’re like “chris??? you’re friends with him now?? hello???” 

- anyway so he brings you to meet peacemaker, leota, emilia, and economos. when u see leota she gives u a look like she Knows What u are already (gay) and also u see emilia and you’re like “yo adrian can u give me emilia’s number” and adrian who doesnt understand social cues loudly shouts from across the room “hey emilia, can you give my friend your number? they think you’re hot!” and you literally want to shrivel up into a small hole and never see the light of day again

- but after this!! u promise to help adrian as long as he doesn’t hurt anyone who’s good and as long as you two can keep being friends which of course he agrees to :)

#adrian chase #vigilante #peacemaker #hbo peacemaker #dceu #headcanons #hcs #platonic reader stuff #target audience is me and cricket #leota adebayo #emilia harcourt #chris smith

[ga-lee-tica]

congrats on opening requests!! yo can u plz hit me with some of those miraculous ladybug bug and cat team headcanons 😔😔 yknow those heroes probably t word eachother on a daily basis

AAAAAAH THANK YOU. Seeing this request made me so happy! I've got hcs for both Ladybug and Chat Noir and then some random hcs for characters that we dont know too much about .With that said, hcs coming right up!

Ladybug:

CANONICALLY TICKLISH

Lee:

I'd say she's 8/10 on the ticklish scale

As a lee she could either be shy or teasy

SQUIRMER

Even just a poke to the side will get her squealing

Usually gets tickled by Chat Noir or Rena Furtive

If she's been tickled for a while she starts snorting

Her laughter is very contagious. It's a beautiful mix of squeals and hiccups

Will hide her face in embarrassment

If she is in a lee mood, she will purposely mess with Chat. Unfortunately he is too oblivious to notice so she just has to ask him for tickles

Her worst spots are her sides and hips

A very cute lee

You better watch out

Ler:

She is a menace to lees everywhere

We all remember what haooened to Darkblade and Miraculer (Miraculer? More like MiracuLEE)

Can and will trap people with her yoyo

She complements the lee's laughter and teases in a sing songy voice

Imagine a feather quill as a lucky charm

Although she isn't the person to start a tickle fight she would definitely put up a good fight

She literally went "Want some more?" When tickling Miraculer. If that isn't teasy then I don't know what is

Will usually tickle Chat to knock him down a peg

In conclusion: Evil

ADORABLE

Chat Noir:

Lee:

10/10 on the ticklish scale

Isn't used to being tickled since he had no one who WOULD ACTUALLY SHOW LOVE TOWARDS HIM (I'M LOOKING AT YOU GABRIEL)

He is everyone's number 1 victim

Melts into the touch

PURRS

Can't handle belly rubs or chin scratches

He is a kicker

You can automatically tell he's in a lee mood as he becomes more shy and blushy OR he's more cocky then usual

He's too shy to ask for tickles so he has to provoke someone

His worse spots are his tummy, and neck

Usually gets attacked by Ladybug for his goofy shenanigans

Usually he is very teasy but he does has a soft side, especially if Ladybug is the lee in the situation

Ler:

Can be quite cocky

Will always make sure that the lee is comfortable

The most flustering teases you'll ever hear

Cat claws

Will make puns related to tickling just to fluster the lee

Evil grin

Overall: He's just evil when he wants to be

Other hcs for other characters:

TICKLE FIGHTS ARE SO COMMON AMONG THE HERO TEAM.

Usually Ladybug, Pigella, Vesperia, Viperion and Polymouse win the fights

Pigella can use her power when someone is in a lee mood and fluster them even more

Rooster Bold's weapon is literally a quill. AND HE IS A WRITER

Caprikid's weapon is a paintbrush. AND HE IS AN ARTIST

Caprikid and Rooster Bold are the unstoppable duo that no one can take down in a tickle fight. Just imagine a soft feather-like touch on your sides only to find someone writing the word "ticklish" on them

The item used to create a sentimonster is a feather. I think we know where that escalates

Polymouse can divide herself and can attack everyone's spots all at once.

Weapons like the yoyo, skipping rope, spinning top and the bolas (Purple Tigresses' weapon) can be good for trapping people

Viperion will call everyones laughter a "harmonious and catchy rhythm that you can't get enough of"

Just picture Miss hound getting belly rubs (She's also canonically ticklish)

Minotaurox is the person to go for soft tickles (He's also canonically ticklish). He's the gentle giant that always makes sure that you are confortable

Carapace can use his power to try and protect his worst spots

King Monkey is quite the teaser.

Rena Furtive. She can watch and use people's ticklishness to her advantage as she is a spy now

People that have ears on their costume are at a disadvantage

They are all cute lees and evil lers

#miraculous ladybug tickle #mlb tickle #rivs hcs #I hope these are ok!

[amugoffandoms]

saw SIX on Broadway on Monday and here are everything I thought of/details I recognized during the show! Nicole went on as Boleyn that night as well, so whenever I say Anne/Boleyn, I'm talking about her version of Boleyn!

also a lot of caps and keyboard smashing because why not o.o

THE SWCOND I HEARD THE OPENING NOTES FOR EX-WIVES I WENT, OH SHIT ITS STARTING FUCKERS GET READY HRRE WE GO..

literally everything looked so cool from my seat (I was in the rear mezzaine so some specific details might be a bit lost o.O)

SPARKLY COSTUMES

Holy shit they sing so well and I am just WOW

literally I was juet in awe

also the lights in the back very funky

Audience interaction!!!

hi Queens :D

the protestant line from Parr (Joy) was really funny o.o even when Katherine (Sam) looked at Parr and was like ??? until she explained

the Thomas Cromwell line was really funny even though I've heard it so many times

WELCOME TO THE SHOW TO FHE CORONATION WHO WILL TAKE THE CROWN AS THE POP SENSATION EVERYBODY KN-

ARAGON!!! (Adrianna)

MARIA GIVE ME A BEATT

I SIDNT REALIZE THAT THE LIGHTS ON FHE BACK WALL THING GLOW UP EVERYTIME SHE SAYS "OKAY."

Aragon motioned for everyone to come closer and they were like ??? And then OH.

then she was like "I don't think I'd look that good in a wimple..." and all the Queens nodded like "yes, queen very true.."

THERES NO WAY, YOU MUST AGREE THAT BABY IN ALL THE TIME-

YES ARAGON GO OFF QUEEN???

that part where they acted like a church choir was so cool I was wow wonzaj

literally I fucking loved it

dancing dancing

I got distracted for a second and then they were doing the line where Aragon is on her knees and I focus again and they're just staring at the audience like: "anything?? I'm waiting???"

YOU'VE GOT NOTHING TO SAY IM NOT GOING AWAY THERES NO WA-

yes go off aragon!!

I WON THE COMPETITION AND I HIT THAT TOP C SO YOU KNOW...

the really famous one that people actually care about

BOLEYN INTERLUDE

I saw Anne (Nicole) move closer to the centrr of the seat/stair and I was confused for a second and then I REMEMBERED IT WAS THE BOLEYN INTERLUDE

YOO LETS GO DLYH

GREW UP IN A FRENCH COURT OUI OUI BONJO-

Nicole got into that role my God Anne actually felt like someone who knew and didn't know what she was doing

DONT BE BITTER, 'CAUSE IM FITTER im PRETTY SURE SHE SAID THAT LINE WIFH AN ACCENT

THE PART WHERE THE MARRIAGE MUSIC PLAYS ANNE LIKE WALKS LIKE SHE HAD A BOUQUET AND ALL THE QUEENS ARE CRYING AND THEN SHE THROWS THE BOUQUET

when that uappens like all the Queens reach for the bouquet [Anna (Brittney) grabs Katherine's hair] AND THEN WHEN SHE SAYS, "HOLD UP LEMME TELL YOU HOW IT WENT DOWN." everyone moved back in position

YES ANNE TELL HENRY OFF

Oh shit she about to die o.o

The red lights felt like danger o.o (also I had just watched like those off Broadway heathers but I point out the small details like a few days before and I kinda recognized them from the Yo Girl song??)

"IM NOT SORRY"

DONT LOSE YOUR HEAD

THE LIGHT WAS LIKE JUST ON ANNE'S HEAD LIKE??

what a weekend, I'm like dead wait didn't you actually die?

CATHERINE WAS MASSIVE CU- I WAS LIKE HOLY SHIT WAIT DONF AIQOKWK

Jane (Keri) DID LITTLE HOPS OR SOMETHING TO HER SPOT ON STAGE AND I JUST FOUND IT KINDA SWEET LIKE??

I was lucky.. (The queens look at her) I was really lucky..

honestly I was so excited to hear Keri because I hadn't heard her before o.o

MY GOD GO OFF JANE WTF

THE TRUTHFULLY PART I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD...

YEAHHHHH YOU CZN BUILD ME UP YOU CAN TEAR ME DOWN YOU CAN TRY BUT- (HONESLTY I WAS JUET IN SHOCK, I FUCKING CLAPPED SO LOUDLY)

HONESTLT I CANT ITS UUST LIKE OH MY GODD I FANT..

YOULL STILL FIND STONE MY HEART OF STONE

HONESTLY I DIDNT NOTICE MUCH BECAUSE I WAS JUDF SO EXCITED TO LISTEN

BUT HEY SHE HELD HER STOMACH LIKE SHE HAD A CONNECTION TO EDWARD IM GRASPING AT STRAWS BUF LIKE HEY..

I fucking CLAPPED during the ending

cause what hurts more than a broken heart? A severed head.

I FORGOT HAUS OF HOLBEIN EXISTED AND THEN WHEN THE SMOKE CAME IN INWAS LIKE: !!!! WAIT!!!!

he had to change his location settings if you will

IN ZE HAUS OF HOLBEIN JAAA DAS IST GUT OOH JA

MY GOD IF WAS LIKE SOME BIG ASS PARTY MY MOM WAS BOPPING ALONG AS WELL LIKE

AT LEAST YOUR COMPLEXIOJ WILL BRING ALL THE BOYS IN

To hold everything up o.o

TIE THESE HEELS SO HIGH ITS NAUGHTY, but we can not guarantee that you'll still walk at forty ;)

yes let's fucking dance bitch yes

oh the lights are o-

NEVERMIND

THE HAUS OF HOLBEIN

CHRISTINA OF DENMARK (PARR) FUCKINGNTURNED AROUND AND LOOKED AT THE RED BOX LIKE: "bifch what..." AND LOOKED TOWARDS BESSIE LIKE YOU SEE THIS RIGHT??

OKAY SO AFTER ANNA GETS PICKED AND THE QUEENS WALK OFD STAGE, PARR STAYS BEHIND JUST TO SAY THE HAUS OF HOLBEIN AND JOY IS FUCKING FLEXIBLE LIKE SHE BENT BACKWARDS SLIGHTLT LIKE O.O

Anna's like entire speech about how tragic her life has been is so funny

LIKE EVEN BRITTNEY FUCKING PAUSSS BEFORE TRAFIC AND LIKE THROWS OJF LIKE SYNONYMS OF TRAGIC OR WHATEVER LIEN AIQJOWJS

Here WE GO GET DOWN MOTHER FUCKERZ

release the bitches woof

I'm sorry but the fact that the Queens have to keep thr most stone cold face during it is so funny like??

profile picture time bitcjez

IM THE QUEEN OF THE CASTLE

she fucking grooved during the grt down part like

And then the profile picture part was funny like her face and her hand movement like Ishwia

ANNA WAS LIKE "....hey." DURING THAT ONE PART AND I WAS LIKE ??? HEY WHO IS THIS??

THE COSTUME REVEAL?? WOAH I FORGOT BOE COOL IT WAS

keep the applause for a few minutes Anna yes

when she says like, "I look my rad than LUTHERANISM.." She fucking skipped I think??

OKAY LADIES LETS GET REFORMATION.

The face she makes after she says, "that I tricked ya" is so funny like o.o

oh my GOD THE OPERA SINGING PART WHEN SHE SAYS GET DOWN YOUNDIRTY RASCAL INWAS LIKE WHAT THE FU K. HELLO? HELLO?? IT WAS SO AMAZING HUH

she did the "heyyy.." again and it was really funny

I'm not saying im a gold digger, but check my prenup (AYE) AND GO FIGURE

when she did the "MY HORSES CAN TROT UP TO 12 MILES PER HOUR" She did the thing and I was like uHM.. O.O

IM A WIENER SCHNITZEL, NOT AN ENGLISH FLOWER

the Queens did the money thingy with their hands and I was like o.o WOA

like during the tricked ya line the Queens sing Britt does a little dance like o.o I'm pretty she also said "oh how you doing?" But honestly I'm rewatching a slime tutorial to remember what she did during the thing so I can't remember details o.o

HENRY. NO. YOU CANT STOP ME.

I'm the Queen of the castle :) GET DOWN YOU DIRTY RASCAL >:)

SO THAT PART WHEN AN AUDIENCE MEMBER GETS UP AND DANCE THE AUDIENCE MEMBER WA SLIKE ME?? AND TOOK A SECOND TO GET UP AND DANCE AND ANNA WAS LIKE, YEAH YOU COME ON LETS DANCE

"Cause I'm the Queen of the Castle." yes QUEEN GO OFF.

so yeah it was really heartbreaking. That doesn't sound difficult at all?? Oh yeah, you're right. I probably won't win then, BACK TO THE PALACE!!

THE ONE WHO ACTUALLY HAD PROBLEMS TO DEAL WITH.

my son had to deal with the loss of his mother. oh wow, kinda like how my body had to deal with the loss of its head. Queens, come on now. Can't you see what's happening? Comparing your losses isn't gonna change the fact that I've already won. :)

honestly the entire dialogue before Katherine's roast is HILARIOUS

same! Yeah, same! Nice neck by the way. :) (high five)

WHEN ARAGON DID THE LINE ABOUT THE CHICKEN POX AND JANE CAME IN LIKE SOUNDING LIKE SHE WAS WHINING NSIANIW

"oHhhhh, bAbbYy MarRyyY had the CHICKEN POX and yOouu didn't get to hold her hand!! you know it's funny because wHennN I wanted to HoLld MyY nEwborNn SonNn, I DIED." (casually poses)

GUYS I HAVE THE PLAGUE!! (What?) LOL JUST KIDDING MY LIFE'S AMAZING.

it's time we heard from our next Queen, K. Howard!! (I CASUALLY WOOOO!)

oh uhm I think she was the least relevant Katherine.. oh yeah i still don't care (Nicole oddly made it sound like she was going to say something else but then said that and Made it sound like regular dialogue?? I don't know lol)

IM SORRY BUT KAT'S ROASF WAS SO DUNNT.

your lives sounded terrible!!... and your songs.. :)... your songs... your songs REALLY helped to convey that.

I'm sorry but when Kat roasted Anne, I COULD NOT. "divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, behea- oh, nevermind." AND MOCES ON LIKE WHATJ IWMWIWMW

Jane, dying of natural causes... WHEN WILL JUSTICE BE SERVED?? (SHE RAISED HER HANDS AND I STILL FIND THAT FUNNT)

and surviving........... (moves on AND I FOUND THAT FUCKING HILARIOUS LIKE THE LONGSILENCE) Parr looked at Bessie again I think and was like my God she did not..

All jokes aside, being rejected for your looks, that legit sounds really rough. I wouldn't know anything about that. I mean, look at me, I'm really hot.... (She like paused like uh... so uh..) SO ICANT EVEN BEGIN TO THINK OF HOW I COMPETE WITH TOU ALL.. OH WAIT, LIKE THS..

durinf kat's roast, BRITTNEY HAD TO LOOK AWAY BECAUSE SHE JUST COULDNT I

YES BITCH AYWD LETS FUCKING GO..

bro I was so excited for this song like I EAS JUST EXCITED

I think I saw Anna run back on stage probably after a break o.o

NOT THE STONE COLD FACES AGAIN.

I was 13 (innocent voice), going on 30 (regular voice??)

MAJOR TO MINOR, C TO D (IT WASNT AS HARSH LIKE IN SLIME TUTORIAL, BUT IT WAS FUCKING HILADIOUS EITJE WAY.)

YES GO OFF

ew hands.. get off her you fucks o.O

the dancing oddly seems more innocent and she got into the dancing??

playtime

SHE DRAGGED THE ASS PART OF ASSISTANT FOR A BIT AND I WAS LIKE OH OH OKAY

"favorite quill" AND SHE OUTS BITH OF HER HANDS ON THE MICBKKE I DIDNT KNOWCWTATBDHE MEWMT.. I KNEW KATHERINE, I KNEW..

CHORUS PART 2 THE DANCING FELT SIMILAR TO LAST TIME SO I DIDNT REALLY NOTICE ANYTHING

I can't rememv34 how she said it, but when she was talking abou5 how th4y employ women to grt them into their private chambers, she sounded a bit tired?? Like of all the men??

"you'll never guess who I met!! tall, large!.. Henry the viii...." LIKE WHEN SHE SAID HENRY'S NAME SHE WEBT SO SERIOUS FOR A MOMENT?

To be honest the dancing was really funky loved it :D

she tries to get their hands off of her :( and then they return :(((

SHE OOOKED SO TIRED OF EVERYTHING DYRING THE 3RD CHORUS LIKE.. KATHERINE HONEY I WILL HUG YOU WIRH TOIR CONDENT VUT

the queens casually close in on katherine

so we got married... woo?

KATHERINE NO HE IS NOT A FRIEND I KNOW YOU WANT ONE BUT-

casually knocks away the hands away :)

he says we have a connec...tion.. (PAUSE FOR THE HANDS AND THE DISAPPOINTMENT AND PAIN. [I THINK SOMEONE LAUGHED LIKE NO GAMERBOSS NO..]) I thought this time was different. Why did I think he'd be different? but IT'S NEVER EVER (THE EMOTION WHEN SHE SAID EVER HUH??) DIFFERENTTTTTTTTTT NOO NO.

BRO KAT SOUNDED LIKE SHE WAS ABOUT TO CRY LIKE SHE LITERALLY HWD TO PAUSE OCCASIONALLY LIKE SHE WAS SOBBING

IN FACT THINK SHE PROBABLY WAS??

I WAS LIKE WHAT??

NO NO NO NO I LOVE YOU PLATONICALLY KAT PLEASE NO TEARS I WILL CRY

I WAS SO SURPRISED

HER VOICE WAS SHAKING I THINK AND SHE KITERALLY WAS GOUNG TO CRY??

WHEN WILL ENOUGH BE ENOUGHIES?? she sounded so heartbroken I could not..

PLAYTIME'S OVER.. THE ONLY THING, THE ONLY THING, THE ONLY THING YOU WANNA DO IS MWAH. (BRO SHE SOUJDED LIKE SHE WAS CRYONG WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.)

THE LIGHT ON THE EHAD

she like casually wipes her tears and waits until the applause is over (which takes a while o.o)

...and then I was beheaded :)

Seeing as I won the competition, I want to thank all the men that got me to where I am today. (KAT SOUNDED LIKE SHE HESITATWD FOR A MOMENT??) Couldn't have done it without you. Thank you, New York! Good night! (All the Queens come in right before she ends and like tells them to stop ending the show o.O)

There were four choruses, that's how much sh- I had to deal with. Yeah, yeah, sorry, when you died, your son had to live without a mother. Wait, that was me and no one cared when you died.

It's not her fault no one remembers her bland and uneventful life. :)

Parr looked at Kat for a moment like, "You okay??"

THREE HISTORICALLY CONFIRMED MISTRESSES. OH, YEAH? WELL, WHEN I WAS QUEEN, I HAD NOT ONE, NOT TWO, BUT THREE MISCARRIAGES!! WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT, ANNE BO-LOSER?? I HAD FIVE MISCARRIAGES!!! SOMEONE HOLD ME BACK- (Anna like walks towards Catalina like bitch woAH CALM DOWN UOLD ON..)

Parr just stands there like uh.. yeah uh.. I'm.. uh

ALSO PARR LWTS FUCKING GO (MY FIRST FSVOTITR QUEEN)

jazz music energy??

Someone in the audience laughed and then Anne went, "hahaha, what?" I find the timing very funny

When Joy said, "wOAH-" when the light shone on her it was really funny o.o

What gets the biggest cheer, trauma or abuse? Woohoo! (yes queen)

"I'M CatHerIne ParR! I dRaW thE liNe in arbItrAry pLacEs!! BLAH, blah blah." KATHERINE JSIAJWOWJWJW (SAM SOUNDED LIKE SHE WAS MOCKING PARR AND WHINING AT THE SAME TIMEBAUWJAKWJ)

All the Queens literally clap while Cathy tries to stop them and they're like, "Yes, Catherine, yes. Congratulations." and then Parr turns to face the audience like, "you see this?? You see this??"

Are you sure, Catherine? Are you sure you're not tired from BACKING VOCALS? (DAMN BIFCH WTF ajJAJSNS THE AUDIENXE ALL WENT OOOOHH... LIKE OH MY GOD KATHERINE JWKAKQ)

Go on Queens, take a seat :)

honestly the Parr dialogue was just so interesting to listen to even though I know it well o.o joy made it interesting :D especially the gold star for Cathy Parr part sinajajw

Tudor womanhood, would recommend. :)

She sounded so disappointed and sad during the part where she talked about Thomas and then how Henry came in

IDNYL STARTING...

SHE SOUNDED SAD AGAIN :(

FEELS SO RIGHT.. IM HOLDING BACK THE TEARS TONIGHT... :((

The singing was... on Parr. (JANE WOULD BE PROUD OF ME FOR THAT ONE.)

but seriously, the singing was amazing

Somehow I had that choice... No holding back I'd raise my voice! I'd say Henry, yeah, it's true, I'll never belong to you! (ARAGON UNCROSSED HER LEGS AND LOOKED AT CATHERINE FOR A MOMENT BEFORE ANNE GOT UP AND EVERYONE STARTED TO AS WELL.)

JANE HESITATED WHILE GETTING UP LIKE HMM SYMBOLISM?

THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO! I DONT NEED YOUR LOVE, NOO NOOO. (yes queens vibe with Parr yes) I DONT NEED YOUR LOVE, NOO NOOO.

But the thing is I can't say that. Not to the King ;(

So this is goodbye. All my love, Cathy.

YES LETS GO CATHY COME ON

I find that fheees probably some kind of symbolism/metaphor/whatever when she distances herself away from the other Queens to show that she'd rather not have her story aligned with the other Queens and Henry, but would want it to be about HER if you understand. But also because, well, not in the competition

THAT I WAS A WRITER. I WROTE BOOKS AND PSALMS AND MEDITATIONS. YES QUEEN YOU DID!!! ALSO JOY MADE THIS LINE SO EXCITING I THINK??

YES QUEENS HYPE HER UP

I DISAPPEAR ;(

Wait I don't get it? Okay, look, why does anyone remember who we are? MY SIXTH FINGER!! (AND SHE LIKE HELD UP HER OTHER HAND TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A SIXTH FINGER AND I DIDNF KNOW THE ACTORS FKR ANNE (OR MAYVE JUST NICOLE) DID THIS THAT WAS SO FUNNY.) Put it away, babe.

When Cathy asked who Henry the VII wife was, everyone looked at Anne like, "you know bitch??"

We don't know. CATHERINE DE VALOIS!... (And then she pauses and Anna looks at her like, "...girl-") I MEAN- We don't know.

But isn't there a bigger problem?? The dissolutions of the monasteries. No. I'm talking about us. Because as soon as we get together as a group- Everyone notices Jane can't dance! (AND THEN JANE TRIES TO DEFEND HERSELF LIKE, "UHM- HOLD ON, UH-")

THE SIX SOUNDED SO SAD ;(

Oh my God, I get it! Since the only thing we have in common is our husband, grouping us is an inherently comparative act and as such unnecessarily elevates a historical approach ingrained in patriarchal structures. (Anne says it like you're SUPPOSED TO KNOW SHES SMART AND TO BE HONEST, YOU SHOULD /J but honestly it was just really funny.) Yeah. I read.

So, basically, we' re stuck. What a waste of time. I guess there's not much we could do about it now. (And now they scatter across the stage and are just standing there like. Uhm. Hm. Hm . Well. Uh. [I think Parr was just leaning against thr stair thing near Maggie]

I DONTNREMEMBER WHEN BUT IT WAS PROBABLY HERE WHEN AN AUDIENCE MEMBER SHOUTED "SING TOGETHER!!" AND THEN KATHERINE RIGHT AFTER SAID HER LINE ABOUT FIGHTING THE WHOLE SHOW OAIANQ

We could have done like a fake competition, showing us how messed up comparing us is. Then, we could have found some cool way to reclaim our stories or all become the leading ladies. Aw, we could have done it as a song! :(

If only we'd thought of it before.... ;)

SO WE HAD NO CHOICE. BUT NOW ITS ALONE. SO WE GOT NO CHOICE. NO WE GOT NO CHOICE. WE'RE TAKING BACK THE MICROPHONE. IM GONNA RAISE MY VOICE.

YOU NEED TO KNOW!! I DONT NEED YOUR LOVE, NO NOOO. NO I DONT YOUR LOVE!!

PARR'S TURN GET READY

YES JOY GO OFF!!!

NOO I DONT NEED YOUR LOVE.. NOO

YOU CAN GET ON OUT!! YOU CAN WALK ON OUT THE DOOR!!

OH MY GOD THE SINGING AGAIN AHT WUF8CK

NEW YORK, WE HAVE A VOICE!! WE SAID WE HAVE A VOIIICEEE! (i THINK WHE GOT INTERRUPTED BY THE CHEERING SOWUJAA)

Well, actually- Now's not the time, Catherine :)

WOOOO FHE CHEERS

ARE YOU READY FOR A ROYAL HAPPY EVER AFTER??... Well, we don't have one. (that STILL IS so funny to me oh my hod)

They all walk off stage and I'm sitting there like, oh you lying you LYING

WAIT, THIS IS OUR SHOW AND WE CAN HAVE WHATEVER ENDING WE WANT!

ARE YOU READY GUYS

ONE OF A KIND, NO CATEGORY, TOO MANY YEARS, LOST IN HIS STORY, WE'RE FREE, TO TAKE OUR CROWNING GLORY, FOR FIVE MINUTES!!! WE'RE SIX!!!

Well, I wouldn't mind going first for a change JAKAJSJWUW

I FUCKING HURT MY HANDS CLAPPING TO THE BEAT BUT ALSO CLAP TO THE BEAT

LIKE YES I WILL PARTICIPATE WITHOUT HESITATION

YES REJECT HIM ARAGON YES LETS GO GIRLBOSS

NO WAY PACKED MY BAGS AND MOVED INTO A NUNNERY

I CHANGED A COUPLE WORDS AND PUT IT ON A SICK BEAT

THE SONG BLEW THEIR MINDS NEXT MINUTE I WAS SIGNED, AND NOW IM WRITING LYRICS FOR SHAKESY. P

HONESTLY LETS JUST FUCKING VIBE

WEVE MADE A BAND AND GOT QUITE WELL KNOWN. YOU COULD PERHAPS CALL US THE TUDOR VON TRAPPS.

ONLY KIDDING!! WE'RE CALLED THE ROYALLING STONES (CAUSALLY DOES A ROCK POSE YES QUEEN) (ALSO ANNA WAS LIKE GIRL PLEASE NO AND TRIED TO STOP HER AKBASIJW)

CLAP TO THE BEAT AGAIN

I KNOW THE DANCE TO THIS BECAUSE OF HOW MANY TIEMS IVE SEEN THE CHORUS IN SLIME TUTORIALS

ALRIGHT WHO WANTS TO GO NEXT?? I GOT THIS.

SO I MOVED TO THE HAUS OF HOLBEIN IN MY HOME TOWN. HIS FRIENDS WERE SUPER ARTY BUT I SHOWED THEM HOW TO PARTY.

NOW ON MY TOUR OF PRUSSIA, EVERYBODY GETS DOWN

MUSIC MAN TRIED IT ON BUT I WAS LIKE BYE (YES QUEEN YESSSSSS!!!) SO I THOUGHT WHO NEEDS HIM I CAN GIVE IT A TRY!!

I LEARNED EVERYTHING AND ALL I DO IS SINNNGGGG (OH MY GOS YES PLEASE YES GOOD FOR YOU!!!) AND ILL DO THAT UNTIL I DIE.

ALL THE OTHER QUEENS GO INTO ROCK/POP POSES AND IM LIKE YES.

HEARD ALL ABOUT THESE ROCKING CHICKS LOVED EVERY SONG AND EACH REMIX SO I WENT OUT AND FOUND THEM AND WE LAID DOWN AN ALBUM

NOW I DONT NEED YOUR LOVE ALL I NEED IS SIX AWWW..... THAT'S SO SWEET..

clap BITCH CLAP

WE'RE ONE OF A KIND, NO CATEGORY. TOO MANY YEARS LOST IN HISTORY! WE'RE FREE TO TAKE OUR CROWNING GLORY FOR FIVE MORE MINUTES

WE'RE SIX, WUHH OHH WOOHHH WE'RE SIX WUHH OHHH, WE'RE SIX, WUHH OHHHH WOHHHH, FOR FOUR MORE MINUTES.

Not the END OF THE SHOW PAIN..

THE CURTAIN HAS BEEN DROPPED THOUGH, LIKE MY JAW /J

WE'RE ONE OF A KIND, NO CATEGORY. TOO MANY YEARS LOST IN HISTORY! WE'RE FREE TO TAKE OUR CROWNING GLORY FOR THREE MORE MINUTES!! (GET YOUR HANDS UP!!)

CHORUS AGAIN AND THEN WE DANXE CUKCERS

SOME OF DANCES ARE DROM EX-WIVES BUF THEN TWISTS ARE ADDED TO THEM I FIND IT KINDA LIKE HOW THEY DIDNT LIKE EACH OTHER THAT MUCH BEFORE THE SHOW BUT THEN BY THE END, THEY KINDS FORGAVE EACH OTHER AND BECAME BETTER FRIENDS AND PEOPLE LIKE!!

WE'RE SIX FOR FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE MORE MINUTES!!

WE'RE SIX!!! CONFETTI WOOO

NEW YORK CITY!! DO YOU WANT ONE MORE SONG? MARIA HIT IT!

I WAS WOOING SO MUCH DURING MEGASIX

STAY ON YOUR FEET, NEW YORK!! I WANNA SEE EVERYBODY CLAP THEIR HANDS. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLT, GET READY TO DANCE!

LADIES IN WAITING!!

OH MY GOD I WAS SO READY AND HAPPY

YOU MUSTBTHINK THAT IM CRAZY YOU WANNA REPLACE ME

DONT WORRY DONT WORRY DONT LOSE YOUR HEAD, I SIDNT MEAN TO URT ANYONE!

you CAN TRY BUT IM UNBREAKABLE, YOU WANNA DO YOUR BEST BUT ILL STAND THE TEST

LET'S GOO!!

ALL ALONE ON THE THRONE IN palace that I HAPPENED TO OWN THE ONLY THING YOU WANNA DO TOO BAD I DKNT AGREE

ALL YOU WANNA DO ALL YOU WANNA DO IS SING ALLNG TO YOUR FAVORITE QUEEN'S SONG (WOOS EVEN MOEE)

I DONT NEED YOUR LOVE NO NO ITS TIME TO RISE AOVE WOAH WOAH

WE DONT NEED YOUR LOVE (CASYALLY TRIES TO SING BUT BECAUSE I WAS JUST YELLING I WAS PAINCULLY OUT OF TUNE ANDI KNOW THIS HECAUDE I TOTALLY DIDNT RECORD ANYTHING)

CAUSE WERE SO MUCH MORE THAN

diVORCED

BEHEADED

DIED

DIVORCED

BEHEADED

SURVIVED

WE'RE SIX!! (ONCE AGAIN I PAINFULLY FAIL AT BEING ON NOTE.)

PICTURE TIME ON STAGE

OH BOY THAT WAS AN AMAZING SHOW

GUESS WHAY HAPPENS NOW I GET MERCH OH MY GOD I WAS SO HAPPY IM WEARING IT NOW AS I TYPE THIS LAST LART

I WANTED TO DO A BIT OF STAGE DOOR BUT I WAS LIKE SO NERVOUS SO THE ONLY PERSON I DID ACTUALLY TALK TO/TAKE A PICTURE WITH WAS NICOLE AND I GOT HER TO SIGN MY PLAYBILL...

ALSO SAM AND ADRIANNA LEFT BEFORE I LEFT BUT I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING HECAUSE THEY WERE DOING OTHER STUFF SINWIWJWJ

BUT ANYWAYS I COLLECTED CONFETTI FRON FLOOR AND WE LEFT

AND THEN I RAMBLED ABOUT THE SIX WIVES OF HENRY THE VIII WHEN WE GOT HOME AUWHUWJDU

OVERALL!!

I had such a fun time at SIX and I'd love to go again when I have the time/money to go!! The show became one of my favorite things during quarantine and as I got back into it late last year, early this year, it was so fun to revisit old videos I used to watch and start watching new Queens (including the Broadway cast!!)

Thank you for reading my long writing about SIX because I love it so much, good night (day/evening)!

#mug talks #six the musical #tw cursing #tw caps #tw keyboard smash

[put-a-banana-inyourear]

Casual character questions for Julien: all (or as many as you want lol) of the even questions 👀

*CLIMBS OUT OF A MANHOLE LIKE A VERY LARGE RAT-*

*INHALE-* I MISINTERPRETED WHAT YOU SAID AND I I ANSWERED ALL THE QUESTIONS! IM SORRY ABOUT THAT- and I apologize for the two day wait there-

and for those who don’t know, this is all about my character, Julian. his bio is right here

OKAY HERE:

How old are they?: he’s 16!

How tall are they?: 5’6!

What’s their zodiac sign?: I haven’t really thought about his birthday yet- but he’s probably be a Capricorn! (I know nothing about astrology so I’m sorry-)

Favorite activity on a rainy day?: Practicing his abomination conjuring, among other spells he needs to learn for school, and protecting the house from THE BOILING RAIN!

What is their favorite color?: he likes nature-y colors, like dark greens, and light and dark browns.

What is their favorite subject in school?: since this is Hexside, it’s ABOMINATIONS.

What are their hobbies?: he doesn’t really have much time to himself, so I don’t think he has many hobbies.

Favorite dessert?: some sort of chocolate covered bug. (Dont ask me why, I don’t really know.)

A song they like?: he doesn’t really have too much time is listen to a lot of music, but there is this one lullaby his mother sang him when he was a baby. He remembers that.

If they were a dog breed, what would they be?: A blood hound. No pun intended.

Biggest pet peeve?: Laziness. He hates it.

How do they act when they have a crush?: he would have to open up to them before actually developing feelings, but when he does... he’s gonna be a blushing mess. He would find it so annoying that he can’t focus on his work without his mind wandering to them.

What hogwarts house would they be sorted into?: Slytherin!

What is the prettiest thing they’ve ever done?: he’s thoughtful, he notices little things about you when you talk to him. This means, if he’s feeling like defending himself, he could point out flaws you didn’t even know you had. He doesn’t do that often, but that’s the pettiest thing he does.

How are they when they cook?: he’s decent at cooking, he knows enough about cooking to survive so that’s good!

Their idea of a perfect date?: A trip to an aquarium, zoo, or museum, and maybe a nice dinner afterward. He would enjoy that.

Are they left handed or right handed?: he’s Ambidextrous! His left hand is stronger, though.

Are they more of a dog person or a cat person?: a cat person!

What was their Halloween costume last year?: he doesn’t really dress up for Halloween much anymore, but he has a Halloween sweater so, that’s good.

What was their favorite show growing up?: he probably would have watched soap operas with his aunt when he was a child.

Do they have any tattoos? And if not, what tattoos would they want?: he has the abomination coven tattoo on his wrist, but if he were to get another tattoo, it would be a small Koala somewhere, it’s his Palismen, after all.

Do they believe in the supernatural?: Yes.

Do they like cheesy romantic novels/movies/shows?: not really, he doesn’t hate it, but he doesn’t like it either. He’s pretty neutral about them.

Do they prefer tea or coffee: Black coffee! Though he likes tea, too, but black coffee is more useful to him. Caffeine.

Special talent of their’s?: he knows how to do some tricks with a yo-yo!

Something they’re really passionate about: as I’ve mentioned before, Abominations!

A secret of their’s?: he has a few things he doesn’t talk much about, but he can’t (and won’t) swim, he fears that the parasite that infected his mother would infect him too and worsen his condition, and he wouldn’t be able to help himself and his aunt make money to pay off bills.

Do they have an aesthetic they really like?: Dark academia. I feel like he would like that.

A funny story they like to tell?: he isn’t really one to tell too many funny stories. He likes to listen to others who do it.

Something they’re really proud of?: his skill in the Abomination track. He’s a bit obsessed with that work-

A description of their relationship with other characters?: Well, he has a strong younger sibling-older sibling relationship with my other owl house character, Briar. Julian also has a lovely little friendship with @ruby-tears ‘s Bellamy, and a cure but weird friendship with @star-freckled-kitten ‘s Achille. Like, Achille picks on him, but no one else can on Achille’s watch.

If they’re a story character, a lil vague spoiler?: I only have a vague blur of his future, because the rest of the owl house has yet to come out yet, but if I were to write the rest of his story, and disregard the rest of the Owl House canon, like an au, the spoiler would be the words: “wrong choices.”

A random fact?: there is a slight difference between the colors of his eyes, one is a light green and the other is darker.

AND THERE WE GO- IM SORRY THAT WAS LONG- I made up a lot of this stuff on the spot, but it was really fun! Thanks for the ask!

#Julian Duskworn #the owl house oc #OC

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Actor AU Kai is a single parent so he has to bring his daughter to the set even when she isn't acting but one day after a scene he can't find her and he get all worried until he sees a girl with staff uniform carrying his daughter he yells at her but later his daughter tell him that the cute girl was actually helping her cause she got lost and ask papa to apologize but now they can't find her maybe she was from another set? ... Fluff ending please?

I will call Eri Elizabeth because yes.

"Great job beating Magne's ass!" The actor whose interpreted Mr. Compress patted his shoulder as the woman scoffed at his companion while the others on set laughed.

He could only smirk and roll his eyes as he wiped the fake blood out of his face before taling off his mask with a relieved sigh.

Seriously, how can anyone use that thing for too long?

Looking around the set he looked for his daughter, he had to being her over even if she wasn't acting because ironically his friend, whose also had a job on the same show as his, couldn't take care of her and he didn't trust on babysitters much.

Although when she wasn't around he started to panick, looking at everywhere and even dropping the mask on the ground.

"Oi? Dude." He tapped the actor which interpreted Rappa as he gave him a worried look "Where is my daughter? Elizabeth? I left her here before going for my act."

"Sorry man, but I didn't saw her. Maybe the director spotted her or something?"

He muttered a curse before storming out of the set as he ran. Elizabeth was abandoned just like him by her mother, he couldn't afford that she got hurt, she was the inly good left for him..

His worry got replaced by relief and rage as he saw his daughter on the arms of a woman, offering her even a chocolate lollipop which she agreed happily on taking it.

"Oi!" He shouted, the girl opened a huge smile at seing her father before yelping when he practically ripped her out of the woman's arms "Who the hell you think you are to take my daughter without my knowledge?!"

"I-I'm I was just trying to-"

"You wanna know what? I couldn't give a fuck." He growled as he walked away, fuming with his daughter on his arms.

"Daddy why did you do that?!" The girl exclaimed, finally catching her father's attention as he looked at her as if she had grew another head.

"Eh? Elizabeth. Why do you think I did that? She took you without me knowing and you not even say-"

"Daddy she was helping me!" She crossed her arms with a huff as he put her on the ground to give her his attention "I got distracted then lost here and she knew where you worked! She was just trying to cheer me up because I got really sad at not finding my way back!"

He widened his eyes at relazation as he looked over his shoulders to still see the girl helping other actors to get ready...

"Shit..." he rubbed the back of his head before yelping when he felt his daughter pushing at his ear... just he kne he pierced. "What the-?!"

"You cursed." She pouted before releasing his ear and pointing at your direction "You have to apologize to her! She was nice and even give me candy!"

"Even if you didn't deserve it, huh?" He muttered with a smirk as the girl gasped in false offense "Fine, fine. I will apologize to her tommorow when we get back. That sounds fine, doesn't it?"

"Pinky promise?" She extended her little finger up with a arched euebrow just like him as he locked her small finger with his.

"Yeah. Pinky promise. Now lets get that apple ice cream you wouldn't stop talking about." The girl gleamed in happines as she run towards his car "ELIZABETH DONT RUN!"

~

"Eehhh??? You dont have any records to do today." Shigaraki's actor said as he entered hand in hand with his daughter's, scanning the place to see if he found the girl he yelled at yesterday.

"Yo? Doesn't he look ugly?" Dabi's actor said after snatching a picture of the red eye man as the girl giggled.

"Im not here for the show. Im actually looking for someone."

"Ne????" Uraraka's actress exclaimed for her seat along with Toga's one "The man considered a lone wolf looking for someone??? That's odd!"

"Daddy is looking for a woman with (H/c) hair and (e/c) eyes! She wore this black thingy on as her uniform!" Elizabeth made hand gestures along her talking as he sighed.

"Any of you saw her around?"

"Oh!" Midoriya's actor exclaimed while his little brother tried to win hin on a game "You must be talking about miss (L/n)! She works on another set though! Im sirprise tha you two manahe to find her!"

"So how do you know her boy?" He asked with a arched eyebrow as the young man shuddered.

"She helped me with my costume once, the set on the other side she works is about "demons cutters" or "slawers" something like that! She should be working by now, but her lunch break should be soom though!"

"Thank you!" His daughter exclaimed while grabbing on her father's hand and dragging him along "cmon papa! Good acting everyone!"

He almost got hitted by a post and tripped by how fast his daughter was dragging him... until she finally sucessed to bump him on someone.

"Opsies!" His daughter hissed looking at both adults on the ground.

"Elizabeth..." he groaned while standing at least on his knees to widen his eyes to see the girl who helped his daughter yesterday, whinning and grumbling at her smootie being tossed and splashed on the ground.

"Miss (L/n)!" Hsi daughter exclaimed before throwing her arms over the girl's neck, the from on her face quicly vanishing as she notice the kid hugging her.

"Oh hello! Lost again?" She giggled before widening her eyes at seing he was there too... the handsome single father interpretting Chisaki Kai from the show Boku no hero academia...

While he was at loss of words at only noticing now how beautiful that woman was...

Like an angel...

"Ahem!" His attention was stolen by his daughter frowing at him.

"Apologies, did it hurt too much?" He extended his hand to you, feeling how soft your hand was... equibalent to a kitty's paw.

"U-uh.. no no! I dealed with worst!" You laughed as to brush off how embarrassed you was as he gave you a smile.

"I'm relieved.. I suppose I also own a apology for yesterday, I jumped to conclusions at seing you with my daughter and I panicked."

"I forced him to!" Elizabeth exclaimed before giggling at the pat she received from jer father as you smiled at how PURE and CITE those too looked.

"Is not a problem! Really, I get it!"

"Your lunch break is probably over because of us though." He pointed at your smoothie at the ground as you pouted "Care at accepting my offer to accompany me and my daughter at some cafeteria nearby?"

As you nodded, Elizabeth gasped in awe. Her father NEVER invited anyone to hang out with them! Especially even looked so... in love?!?!? She was freacking out and gushing from her dad's side as the two talked.

You three had a loveable talk before one of your coworkers called you desperatly saying that one of the lights was not working and you had to go. Elizabeth couldn't contain her fangirling sounds when she saw at the way her father accompanoed the young lady as she leaved and let out a dreamy sigh.

"She is gonna be my new mom?!" She shoked her father's shoulder, making the poor man to spit his drink.

"W-what the hell? No kid, I barely know her-"

"But you two looked so in love! You love her!" She jumped on the ground to make a fance as the whole cafeteria looked over them as the poor man covered his red face with his hand "love her! Love her! Love her! You two will marryyyyyyy!!!!"

"Eli..." he growled while burring his face on both hands, never feeling so ashamed at seing bis daughter gushing about his... newest crush.

Fuck.

#bnha villains #bnha #bnha characters #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #bmha au actor #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul chisaki kai #kai chisaki headcanons #my writing #zuffer writings

[bakugous-abs]

Day 5 of Halloween 2020

~Brought to you today by Admin Bomb!

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October First

Halloween. God, Bakugou couldn't tell if it was his favorite or least favorite time of the year. 

No, he definitely wasn't one to wear a costume and go out trick or treating. That time was way past him and he couldn't remember why and how the hell he was able to trust getting candy from strangers. Frankly that whole aspect of Halloween seemed so hypocritical!

Every other time of the year we’re told to not take candy from strangers. Never ever once were we allowed to take candy from them. But on this specific day? Sure! Go right ahead. Infact, take candy from MULTIPLE strangers!! Nothing could go wrong with that.

The countless reports of needles being stuck in licorice and suckers already being sucked in told a different story.

And the fucking  k i d s. They were so annoying. Screaming and running after each other. Throwing a fit when they didn't get the kind of candy they want or when their siblings got one extra piece. The snot and tears. It was so gross.

That part of Halloween, Bakugou said fuck off to.

However the scaring? And the terrified faces? That's something he could look forward to. 

Seeing the look of horror Pikachu got when he prayed on one of his fears was so exciting. The heightened anxiety in the Yuuei hallways made for some easy targets to make scream and run away.

That, is why Bakugou liked Halloween. 

“Yo Bakubro, we’re gonna head out and get our costumes. You wanna come with?” Kirishima barged into his room, flicking on the light.

“Fuck no.” Bakugou cursed. The sudden brightness was stinging his eyes, the red irises struggling to adjust to sudden change. “I already told you last week you dumbass, I don’t do trick or treating.”

Kirishima's shoulders visibly went limp, a pout occupying his lips. “Come on man, it’ll be fun. You even get to scare some little kids.”

“I can do that without the help of a costume. Now get out.”

He huffed. “If you say so, man. We’ll be back later! See ya.” And with that Bakugou's door shut with a click, the lights left on.

The blond cursed the redhead under his breath. Why was it so hard to shut off the light when they leave! He has it off every single time they open the door, so why not shut it off again when they leave!?

Bakugou got up to shut the light off, but stopped in his tracks when he noticed a letter on his neat floor. When did that get there? Did shitty-hair leave it there when he left?

It was a pretty white envelope with a splotch of red to the left of the center. As he got closer he read his name in very intricate cursive. Had it not been for the date in a nice fine print, and the fact that he didn't like anyone and fully expected no one to like him back, in the upper corner he would have assumed this was an old valentines letter.

He picked it up. What the fuck was this doing here? The handwriting was very obviously not Shittyhairs. His was too rough and sharp to ever resemble something like this. 

“10-1-xxxx <3 Bakugou”

Hesitantly, he turned it around and found a wax seal on the back. A simple circle, nothing more.

The letter was ripped open, the wax seal completely forgotten. If the letter inside got ripped, that wasn’t his problem. Unfortunately, the letter went completely unscathed.

He took it out and unfolded it, careful to hold it horizontally in case this was a prank gift from one of the dunces that called him his friend, but there was no such thing. Infact, the letter seemed virtually empty except for right smack dab in the middle. A small word written in what seemed to be a font designed to replicate human writing.

“Hi”

Bakugou's eyebrows crinkled. That's it? He turned the paper over, flipped it back, then turned it over once more. Nothing.

“Such a waste of fucking paper.” He muttered, crushing the note within his palm and lit off his explosions, a caramel scent wafting through the air and black smoke trailing along with it.

He threw what was left of it into his trash, dusted it off his hands, and flicked the lights back off.

Whoever wrote that letter had a pretty terrible sense of humor

~~~~~

October Second

Bakugou woke up the next morning like usual. Stretch, pop his joints and spark a few explosions, then sit up and get ready for school. The letter from yesterday lingered in the back of his mind, still annoyed that someone thought something like that would even be considered funny.

How the hell just writes a tiny Hi on a whole sheet of paper. Its such a fucking waste! It was irritating him more than anything.

That's why when he got a second letter this morning, also slid underneath his door, he just threw it on his bed to be dealt with later. He didn’t need to get any more pissed off about something before going to school and getting pissed off even more. No, that can wait till after he got his homework done.

And it did wait. During the day he completely forgot about the existence of the letter. Going to classes, almost blowing Dekus face off in training, shouting at the group that seemed to be stuck to his thighs, going to more classes. Completely normal.

But when he got home and locked himself in his room to do homework and calm down, he saw the letter on his bed and immediately became pissed again.

He marched on over to it and picked it, opening it in the same fashion he did yesterday and again, the letter managed to come out unscathed.

He opened the paper, preparing to see another waste of paper. Unfortunately the universe was granting his wishes, but not to the extent he was thinking.

This time, there was a sentence, a sentence that made his heart stop for a second. 

“You have lovely skin.”

What. The actual. Fuck.

Who the hell is this? Why are they talking about his skin? How do they know anything about his skin?

Subconsciously his eyes darted around him. Everything looked the exact same. He looked behind him, no one was there. But there was a nagging feeling in the middle of his back, like someone was staring there no matter where he turned.

Fuck this.

His eyes glided toward the balcony. The curtain were wide open. But they were facing the 1-B building. No one could be watching him…

The curtains were closed in a matter of seconds.

~~~~~

October Seventh

The letters kept coming. Every day they got creepier. Complimenting a feature about him and details this person would only know if they got close to him.

He was losing sleep. His eight hour nights shortening rapidly to only around four hours and it wasn't consecutive. 

Yesterday he became so sick of it he grabbed the five letters he had received, first still burnt in his trash can, and stomped down to the lounge room, confronting them of the letters asking whoever it was that was sending them to step the fuck up.

No one had any idea what he was talking about. 

He attacked all the girls first, not physically no, but yelling at them to confess who done it. No dude in their class would have this good of handwriting other than that belly button laser guy.

But he had no idea later, saying Bakugou was not exactly his type, which he got a yelling for as well.

Todays letter… wasnt any better than the last.

"This is almost as much fun as watching you sleep."

He held the latter in his hand, not noticing the grip slowly getting tighter and tighter, and suddenly the ends were crinkled and charred, the only thing left was a single word.

Fun.

~~~~~

October Fifteenth

Bakugou finally cracked and told the teachers about the letters. To say they overreacted was,,, actually just about right.

There were now teachers stationed on top of the buildings, around the perimeter, and on Bakugous floor.

He hated to admit it but having a few pro heroes there eased his edge a little. A felt safer. Safer than he had in the last two weeks.

But unfortunately, that wasnt enough.

For in the middle of the night, to his absolute horror, the rustling of paper was heard across his room.

His body went cold. Eyes wide as all hell. He used his feet to curl all his blanket away from the edges of his bed and under his legs and over his body. 

'Please,' his mind pleaded. 'Please fucking tell me thats not another letter.'

And to his absolute horror, when he sat up, just a little bit… there, visible in the light shining under the crack of his door, was a letter, with the same red heart and perfect cursive handwriting that spelled out his name.

"Please dont scream, they'll hear you"

~~~~~

October Twenty-sixth

Its been a few days since hes gone out of his room. The pros thought hed feel safer in his room where they could keep an eye on him but in reality.

Bakugou didnt feel safe at all.

Everywhere he went his anxiety told him someone was there. With beady eyes that went unblinking just… staring at him. Like he was a slab of meat for a hungry starving lion.

But he wasnt allowed to complain, even though he did, and was expected to remain still. 

He was expected to wait.

Wait.

And wait.

He didn't want to wait. He didn't want to be here anymore.

He was behind on his classes, but he couldn't focus long enough on the work to get it done anyway.

He had nothing else to distract him. Hes read through all his books, played all his games, watched all his movies. There was nothing else to do other than wait like a sitting duck.

So what the hell was he supposed to do?

And while he had his door shut, he finally broke down, tears streaming down his face and fear coursing through his veins as he knew, by the sound of paper sliding under his door, that he wasnt safe anywhere anymore.

"Dont struggle, I hate when they struggle"

~~~~~

October 31st. Halloween Night

Halloween...

Halloween. Bakugou hated Halloween.

He hated Halloween. He hated being scared. Scared all the time. 

He couldnt handle the sound of paper anymore. Not the sound of it wrinkling, folding, unfolding, ripping, he hated paper.

All kinds of paper.

Wrappers, notebook, printer.

It was all terrible.

And now… he can't even handle unwrapping his own candy.

Bakugou hated Halloween.

And has another letter slid under his door, now in direct daylight, and got up and looked at it.

The cursive was now just scratches. The heart too dark to be artificial. 

He opened it, slipping the paper out and reading the note. One word. Tiny in the middle of the paper, resembling the first ever note he got. One word.

'Bye…'

However, this time, when he turned the note over, he found something else. Another word- no, a sentence.

'Till next year… Bakugou Katsuki.'

And just like that, his body ran cold, and his vision went dark.

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"Katsuki there is no need to knock they'll be out soon!" Kirishima says practically hanging off of a muscled arm.

"Oi shit hair we are gonna be late if we don't start walking now." The hot head snarls.

"Ah but perfection cannot be rushed." Todoriki says as he patiently waits with deadly hands in his pockets.

As if on cue Mina opens the door with a dramatic flair, eyes only for the ruby haired man. As if on a catwalk she sashays to Kirishima, sporting a glitering knee length amethyst dress that compliments her bubble gum pink skin. Followed by Jhiro in a white and black ankle length dress, Uraraka who wears a floor length muave pink and Momo comes out in a stunning blood red with diamonds dripping from her neck like frozen dew.

Denki, Izuku, Kirishima, and Todoroki smile in unison holding out their hands.

The men quickly become a color coordinated accessory to the band of gorgeously dressed women. Donned in all black suits while the color of their ties match each dress perfectly. Deft scarlet eyes notice the pairings quickly as the couples begin to mingle, fighting the blush on his cheeks as he looks over himself. His suit, vest, and even tie are all black and he can only assume that you will come out paired to him. As if it were some sort of symbol or sign that you were destined to be his counterpart.

Even if it is only for tonight.

Panic begins to set in as the couples flirt for longer than a few moments. Fear that you may have slipped out without their knowledge.

"Oi, Mina where is...?" But he never finishes his question as you walk from the room, asking if they have their key before slamming it shut.

"Wow Y/N, you look..." Izuku starts, compliment stuck in his throat before Katsuki finishes it for him.

"Fucking stunning." He growls lowly, drinking you in. The black dress has a plunging V in both the front and back, stopping just at your solar plexus and mid back. A slit runs up the side to mid thigh so that Katsuki, and every other man, is mesmerised with each step.

And no one can miss the giant garnet so deep in hue it could have been a drop of dried blood resting dutifully on your breast bone secured by a golden chain.

Bakugou grits his teeth as you approach him with your normal items, his hands deep in his pockets to keep them off of you.

"Kaachan. If you don't mind." You beam before he snatches the items stowing them away, sure to let his eyes dart away from you. The other couples exchange looks choosing to start making their way towards the exit and soon the dizzying party. Katsuki offers you his arm with a snarl to which you hesitate. Looking at it as if diffusing a bomb before you grab onto his arm, hand clasped tightly around a strong bicep.

                                               ××××××××

The party was not small by any means and staring at it from behind a heavy dark curtain did not ease your anxiety over the matter.

What if your entrance was lame?

Fucking lackluster?

Hell you couldn't even THINK of a fucking song let alone pick one out for this idiotic entrance that was thrust upon you.

Still panic rises in your shaking hands as your scroll through your spotify trying to come up with anything worthy of your 10 to 20 second entrance.

"Izuku, you're up first." The man with the clip board further agitates your state, "I've got your songs ready, except Y/LN's. We need to know very soon."

Izuku walks onto the stage with confidence as the chorus of Champion by Fallout boy rings out.

Just as the beat begins to crescendo again he jumps into the air, leg cocked before he unleashes a kick strong enough that a strong wind blows through the building.

Whistling and whipping people's hair stunning them into silence before they erupt into a deafening cheer.

A pit settles in your stomach as you bite your lip with enough force that a coppery taste threatens to invade your mouth, your saved songs and play lists stare back at you with disinterest in your turmoil.

Strong hands slap onto your shoulders before lips are at your ear. 

"Its just a song. It's just an intro. Your fans will love whatever the fuck you pick out or do. I promise. You just gotta fucking believe in yourself for once." Katsuki growls contradictory to what his hands convey. He gives a soft squeeze before his song begins to play. Suddenly a song pops into your head and you whisper to the stage hand before you can talk yourself out of it.

The blonde makes his way to the stage mimicking where his pin is on his hero costume as the hyped song echoes over the slightly drunk crowd that screams the lyrics to the rap song.  He would pick this song wouldn't he?

It was literally named after him Bakugo! By Kamil.

The song starts out with the iconic sound before transiting to the verse he picked.

The most tame out of all of them and probably the one he was forced to settle with.

"Grenadier bracers on my wrist, I'm about to pull the pin Come at me with all your might or I'ma melt off all your skin Howitzer impact if I'm pissed, Bitch I told you I'ma win Bitch, get back before I blast, I said I'll do it again wit' a grin

Like I'm Bakugo, turn they soul to fuckin smoke Bitch I'm boutta pop, bitch you know I'm boutta blow up Only need these hands I don't need no fuckin pole Once I get a grip, I might blast yo fuckin dome up"

He wears a manic grin as he let's off several large explosions, destroying the sleeves to his suit, leaving his toned arms exposed and smoking.

The crowd screams louder than Deku as women claw at one another at a chance to touch their daddy hero.

Your cue comes as a hush falls over the crowd instantly influences by the chaotic somber chords.

Chords that slowly begin to build into something more as you waltz onto the stage. Each step calculated, your gaze cold as you look upon the crowd that stares up with wide eyes. Holding their breath as they wait to see what it is you will do.

You guess you've always been the wild card huh?

Slowly you choose chairs, tables and even some candles to float, turning agonizingly slow in the air as the song's lyrics become darker. As if entering the room of a witch who's mind was slowly descending into madness.

"Hush."  You say with the song as the beat drops killing all of the lights in the room as you levitate, illuminated by the glow of your power as your eyes appear like two moons on an ink black sky.

Phones that were recording levitate with you as you hold your arms out, toes pointed beautifully even in heels.

The song's beat comes back around to another verse before all of the lights become blindingly bright, things returned to normal, phones returned to hands all in the blink of an eye. You take that step you never took with the same cold look.

As the crowd stares on wondering if it were all just a dream before a smile cracks on your face confirming that it was indeed real.

The crowd is deafening as they scream, chanting your name and flooding social media with your display of power.

Izuku gives you a shocked face before grinning from ear to ear with a thumbs up as Bakugou stares at you indifferently. He realizes just how much you've been holding back.

A smile plays on his lips as the crowd dies down, the DJ choosing to start off the party by playing the full song you had chosen. Cradles by Sub Urban as the women of 1A ambush you for a blurred night.

Two sets of eyes follow you throughout the night.

It isn't long before you are totally shit faced and sweaty from a night of dancing. Inhibitions and worries long since drowned out by the soothing affects of booze.

Magic is what you called liquor as you levitated all of your squad's drinks above your heads as the group swayed to the music.

"Tenjia! Can we please dance with you?"  A lovely woman competes with the music and wins out. You look to the fan before looking towards your new found friends. They encourage you to mingle with your fans, insuring you they wouldn't be far.

But you go far as you find yourself deeper on the dance floor, drunkenly dancing with another group of women. Hours pass by like seconds, the dance floor slowly beginning to thin but not by much.

Someone tugs harshly on the crook of your arm causing you to turn on your heel hand raised in rage fueled panic.

When your eyes meet scarlet you relax as he pulls you to the fringes of the crowd until the two of you break free of the damp bodies only to be met with a slumped Izuku.

Burning eyes cut to you before a growl is exhaled from the hot head.

"Dumbass Deku drank way too much and puked all over the fucking bathroom. We gotta go." Alcohol clings to his breath as he pulls you closer to the sleeping jade haired man. You dig your heels in deeper than any mule causing Bakugou to turn towards you with a glare.

"What about U-san can't she take Deku to her room?"

"No. She can't." He bites out, "They all left to take Toru back to the room who also got too fucked up."

He pulls again and still you do not move earning you the nastiest glare he can muster. Which isn't much considering how diluted it is by both your stunning looks and the influence of deadly amounts of booze.

"I dont wanna leave I'm having fun!" You pout, Bakugou's grip tightens before he gnashes his teeth.

"I'm not leaving you here alone." A threat and a promise all rolled in one as he holds your gaze for several heartbeats. You feel the weight of his stare, especially so once his eyes begin to wander along your body. He yanks you to him, pressing you into his toned chest.

"Stop being a fucking brat and help me." He snarls in your ear as your knees begin to turn to jelly. You push him away with an exaggerated huff crossing your arms, watching with scrutinizing eyes as he hooks an arm under Deku. Scarlet narrow on you, hinting that you should slip under the other limp arm. Instead you use your quirk to support the drunkard.

The cool summer air does nothing to sober the odd trio. If anything it furthers your irritation of having to leave the party, your heels do not help in the matter as they begin to pinch your feet hinting they will cause blisters.

You stop dead in the street audibly whining as you fuss over your shoes.

"I dont know why you had to drag us out Kaachan. I was finally making fucking friends and I was finally having a good time again since..." Nausea settles in your stomach, Bakugou stops to look over his broad shoulder. Just as he is about to snarl out a question you inturpt by stomping towards him.

"Take my heeeeellllss!!!" You whine, brandishing them obnoxiously. Izuku groans as Bakugou snarls.

"Put them in my fucking pockets damn. Just watch out for glass and stop whining!!!" He bites, slowly losing his buzz as his normal sour mood settles onto his shoulders. Competing with the weight of a complicated relationship donning jade green hair.

You shove them as best you can into his pockets before leaning away, humming the song for your intro.

Bakugou cannot help the smirk that forms on his lips as he thinks of you floating as if it were nothing.

"I told you you'd fucking kill it." He says as the two of you finally drag Deku to the front doors of the hotel.

"Kill what?" You prompt, mind lost to the ease of alcohol. A heavy scarlet gaze falls onto you, when he sees your confused face he rolls his eyes.

"Dumbass, you were so worked up over it !" He half shouts, suddenly a blush blooms on your cheeks as you realize what he meant.

"Oh." Your cheeks flush further as he walks through the automatic doors, you stand outside.

Your drunken mind roaming before settling on the tile floors. Spiraling over the thought of walking bare foot on tile or carpet that isn't in your home. Defying logic as you've just walked the streets with no problem.

But the mind does as it pleases under as it does under any influence.

Katsuki re adjusts Deku's weight as it takes him a moment to realize you're not holding him up as well as you had been before.

"Oi!" He hisses turning towards you only to stare at you through glass doors. His heart pounds, he does not like you outside of his reach so late at night while do heavily intoxicated. He practically drags the dead weight he is carrying as he rushes outside for you.

His worry comes off as severe irritation and agitation as he glares down at you.

"Why are you still outside?" He snarls and you fight to keep yourself from shrinking back. 

"I don't want my feet to get dirty. Can...can you carry me?" You keep your headed bowed, waiting for his inevitable explosion. When he barely makes a pop or a suck of his teeth you look up at him through long lashes.

His heart catches in his throat lodging the no that was steadily rising up his windpipe. Your eyes don't look as harsh as they normally do, they seem wider, more innocent. Doe like in nature, contradicting the predator that your dress suggests. He grinds his teeth.

"How do you propose I carry you?" He gestures to Deku whose is now floating on his own.

"I ride your back silly!" You shout with glee turning him around and jumping onto his sculpted back before he can say no. You giggle in his ear, taking in the scent of caramel with delight as he growls profanities while holding onto your thick and bare legs.

"I'm not a fucking pack mule." He murmurs to himself as the three of you board the elevator. Depsite it being a short ride you find yourself getting sleepy, lying your head on Katsuki's shoulder failing to suppress a yawn.

Deku's door appears before you quickly and you wonder if you had fallen into a cat nap. You stare at the numbers, senses slowly becoming heightened as your eyes flicker to your own door.

Would you find items from your bags missing?

Or Would there be more gifts for you to discover?

"Oi, magic hands. His key." Bakugo adjusts your weight hinting that he cannot use his hands, clearly over this whole situation.

"I don't need his key." Is all you say as you pull on the handle from within his room, the door opens itself yawning in the darkness of the room.

Your nails bite into Bakugou's shoulder before he begins walking in, hoping that you're focused enough to float Izuku to his bed. Your grip on his shoulders does not let up until Katsuki flicks on the small foyer light with a grunting struggle. Biting nails ease up as you pad into the dark room.

Although you are scared that someone may be lurking in the shadows you press forward, wanting more than anything to protect the two people behind you.

Light floods the room from overhead as Katsuki flicks on another light switch revealing nothing but a bed and neatly packed suitcase. You sigh before guiding the lush onto the plush white duvet.

"Alright, let's go." The hot head growls, flicking off the lights. That you flick back on with your quirk.

"No, we need to take care of him properly Suki. He can't sleep in his suit! What if he gets sick?!" You hiss, while items around the room begin to move on their own as if a ghost were present. Turning on the tap, pulling down a rag to wet with cool water, floating a trash can by the side of the bed. 

Bakugou leans against the wall with a snarl, watching as you work. He notices how you choose to use your hands to free him of his shoes and socks. Before they make their way to his jacket, a sliding it off gently before pulling his shirt from his pants. Nimble fingers unlatching buttons slowly causing something to stir within the ash blonde. When you hands reach for his belt that something multiplies tenfold.

Bakugou Katsuki will die before he admits that something was jealousy.

He nudges you out of the way with his hip.

"Go get that rag before the sink fucking over flows." He hisses to which you give him a cold look disappearing into the bathroom.

Bakugou pulls harshly on the pant's legs, ripping them from Izuku leaving him in jade green boxers and a white shirt. He grumbles turning on his side to face Bakugou.

"Th..thank you Kaachan. W...will you text Ohacho that I'm okay?" His voice comes out raw, hand clutching to the hot head who threatens to pop. He goes to hiss no but Izuku rambles on.

"Y/N seemed to have had a good time. I know she's been a little worried and stressed lately but she shouldn't be. She's got you looking after he Kaachan..." Deku's eyes water for some reason as the blonde's face burns, eyes darting to the bathroom door where he hears you humming, he is unsure if you can here him or not.

He hears you let out a small curse as you fumble with what sounds like a pill bottle with a child safety cap. A drunk's worst enemy. He sucks his teeth.

"I don't think she likes me much." The blonde sighs while Deku's hand tightens once more.

"She gravitates towards you, especially when we are in a group." With that Bakugou scoffs.

"Only cause I'm her walking purse. Now shut the hell up and tell me where your fucking phone is." He snatches his hand away, rooting through jacket pockets before pants pockets. His fingers touch the smooth glass that lights to his touch.

He guesses the passcode and the phone unlocks, he scoffs again at knowing Deku so well.

But what the blonde doesn't know is that you *had* heard them. You heard everything.

Still you act as if you didn't when you emerge from the bathroom as Bakugou slams the phone on the bedside table, not even waking the now dead to the world Izuku. You set the rag on his forehead earning a small smile, the pills sit idle by his phone that you now plug in for him.

"Alright alright stop babying him and let's get to bed." Bakugou hisses, half from annoyance and half from worry that dumbass drunk will run his mouth again. You cut him a nasty glare before leaning over the sleeping man to fluff his pillows.

Katsuki grits his teeth not allowing his eyes to linger on your toned ass for long. 

Suddenly strong arms are wrapped around you as Izuku curls into you, nuzzling into the side of your hip.

"Ochaco..." He hums as slight panic washes over you. How would you get out of his arms with out disturbing him?

Bakugou's popping hand lands hard on Deku's toned bicep, he seems unphased as he releases you with a loud snore.

"Come on, Y/N. Before he holds you hostage." A growl as he gives you a toned back. You stare at him for a long time before he turns around again snatching you up princess style.

"O..oi!" You stammer, slapping his chest to which your only reply is a devilish smirk as he makes his way into the hall way.

"You didn't want to get your feet dirty remember princess?" He stands in front of your door now as you fight the blush forming on your cheeks trying to remind yourself that only a few short days ago you wanted to kill this man.

Yet here is stood, holding you so delicately, demonstrating patience for you in situations where you wouldn't have done the same for him. 

He waits for you to do your door trick as you let the numbers burn into your retinas.

Was he in there? Waiting?

You hadn't seen him at the party so where else would he be. All the while Scarlet eyes see the fear in yours, he hates to see you like this.

Why wouldn't you just fucking tell him what was wrong so he could fix it?

Why did he even fucking care?

He wasn't sure, he just knew something changed between the two of you this weekend and he wasn't aware how much more things could change in just a few short hours.

You swallow thickly about to raise your hand before Katsuki starts walking towards his own door. You knit your eyebrows as you look up to him, he grunts as if to prompt you to open his door and you do.

"I wanted to watch another movie with you." Is all that he offers as he sets you down. You chalk it up to him being drunk as he leaves you alone in the foyer disappearing into the bathroom.

Steam begins to waft into the shared space with the bed and couch. The blonde pokes his head out to instruct you.

"Find a movie and get settled I'm not gonna be longer than five. I have a clean shirt you can use iffin ya want or I can get your something for you."

"I..I'm fine." You half stammer, almost stumbling into the room. 

You were weighted down with an emotion you hadn't felt in a long time. Relief floods you, seeping into your limbs causing them to feel like heavy sand bags.

The room spins from the booze and your racing heart beat as you unzip your long dress, stepping out only to plop onto the bed. You find the plastic remote quickly surfing before your eye lids become too heavy.

Bakugou keeps his promise and emerges from the bathroom in five minutes. Violently rubbing the towel on his head before tossing it into the bathroom clad only in his boxers. He spies you on the bed and freezes.

He wants to shout but you are seemingly fast asleep, he is instantly regrets not forcing you to take one of his shirts as you lie topless and in a small thong over the white duvet.

"Fuck...."He hisses both from the sight of you and the situation. He would HAVE to sleep on the couch tonight, no letting you convience him other wise. He charges his phone, rummaging in his bag for an extra cord before plugging in yours on the same side table. He looks to the closet for an extra blanket to cover you up but when he comes up short he has to stop himself from blowing the whole damn closet to smithereens.

The door groans from his grip and your sigh of content pulls him out of his fit of rage. His eyes linger over you while he wonders if he can get you under the duvet.

He himself sighs as he gently tries to wrap you in the part of the duvet that would have been meant for him. Holding his breath he tries to move it over your sleeping form as you roll onto your back. Just as he is ready to set it down and tuck you in your eyes snap open.

Glowing with panicked rage before easing into something soft.

Much too soft for Bakugou to decipher.

In the glow of the TV Bakugou looks extremely different. The flashing soft light paints him in such a way that you feel hypnotized by his red eyes.

Eyes that you've felt all weekend, eyes that bring no worry or panic or untapped rage unlike the other green pair that has hunted you down.

How could just a few days change things? How could a pleasant afternoon, an odd night and this moment right here with him hovering over you as he tries to be a man and blanket you change everything you though you knew about him?

How did the glow of the TV make him so fucking handsome?

Your hand snakes to the nap of his neck pulling him down so that you may capture his lips.  He pushes against your grip with all of his might.

"You don't want this..." He murmurs, eyes darting away, "I'm too..."

You watch his intense eyes dart away with the shadow of memories past. Ah, so he too felt as if he were too overbearing, too head strong.

Too fucking angry over nothing to be loved.

"Then lie with me Kaachan. I want that."  You move yourself beneath what is your half of the duvet, patting the sheets beside you.  He stares at you for a moment too long, suddenly you feel raw beneath his heated gaze, leaving you to wonder if you made the right choice allowing him to bring you in here.

As if reading your mind he sucks his teeth rounding the bed to plop angirly.  Giddy escapes your body in the form of a breathy giggle as you drape him in the duvet. Snuggling against his arm much to his dismay and blush.

"I'm gonna get too hot." But he makes no  move, if anything he adjusts his arm so you can snuggle deeper.  The movie lulls on as your drunken mind wanders, landing you in a devilish thought.

"You're much better than that body pillow." You tease, tracing a finger down his Godly chest, he goes rigid beneath you, "Less clothing too..."

He grabs onto your wrist, holding your gaze with a deadly smirk.

"Ah is this what you've been doing with it?" You blush furiously in answer while he laughs darkly, "Perv."

"I...no its different when it's the real thing. Your pillow is tacky your shirt isn't even ripped in the right places." You huff angrily, encouraging his smirk.

"You're right it is different cause this isn't the only thing I'd do to the real one." Heat blooms on your cheeks as you prop yourself up to better see those deep pools of scarlet.

"What would you do to the real one?" It's flirty and yet serious, as you press your bare breasts against his arm and chest hoping to get a rise out of him. He sucks his teeth holding your stare none the less.

"Firstly I'd fuck the brat out of her." He laughs then as your heart claws up your throat, "If she'd allow it. The real thing hasn't been herself lately. I'm.....worried."

You kiss him then, straddling him faster than he'd like. He fights to keep from kissing you back but once you bite his bottom lip and pull he loses all thought. Flipping you over, hungry lips and gnashing teeth find your neck and bare breasts living little blooming circles.

You moan out as he makes his way down. He notices your ripped skin coming to your face with a snarl.

"I'm not talking about it." You say grabbing the back of his neck, not allowing him to break free as he soon melts into your touch.

Fine you don't want to tell him? He'll just fuck the shit out of you and make you wish you had told him.

That you'll tell him everything that bothers you.

And he'll fuck you hard enough that eventually you'll tell him everything that makes you happy.

Because now he's having a hard time noticing from the fringes.

He devours you whole, kissing and biting as his fingers find your slick sex. He smiles against your neck as he speaks in a voice soaked in desire.

"So wet for me already little kitten?" You hadn't realized you liked the pet name until it falls from his kissable lips. You smile a deadly smirk, feeding his ego as you look him in the eye.

"Only for you King Explosion Murder."  You say it will all seriousness as his smirk turns into a dark chuckle.

"I guess Kirishima disclosed my pilot hero name huh?" His hand dips to your core, swirling quickly causing your eyes to flutter, "Its King to you got it kitten?"

You buck against his hand in response. He happily obliges, devouring your lips whole as you pant, moaning as the heat builds in your core. He edges you purposefully several times before you gasp out.

"Please..." He smirks then nipping at your neck.

"Please what?"

"Please King. Do your worst." Your breathy voice has him going mad as he places kisses down your breasts and stomach. Stopping to give small kisses around the bandage over your navel before you give him a gentle push further. He wraps deadly arms around your hips, spreading your legs as he bites into the tender flesh of your inner thighs.

You both moan and ooze in ecstasy as he leaves lovely bruising bites on your thighs before he goes onto you. Swirling his tongue along your needy clit as fingers pump into your core. He goes harder and faster with each loud gasp or moan you make, listening to your body as your core desperately grabs onto his fingers. Your head begins to swim from the threat of your first of many cum of the night. He smiles up at you with deadly scarlet eyes before he clamps down over your sensitive bud, sucking until you're a screaming thrashing mess.

"Bakugoooooooohhhh!" Is all you can say between outright moans as he over stimulates you with harder sucking and thrusts until you're cumming again and then once more before he crawls back up you.

Crashing a kiss onto your reddened face before he flips you over, raising your hips in the air and pushing you harshly against the bed.

He thinks better of it, removing his strong palm from the nape of your neck suddenly remembered how you've recoiled from his touch before.

"I'm okay...please..." You muffle, keeping your face comfortably smooshed between pillows and the soft mattress. Bakugou returns his hand without hesitation, pushing you further down as he teases you with the tip. Sliding it up and down your slick as you try to push agaisnt him.

He slides in slowly, inch by inch until he is still and deep within you. Causing you to attempt to get some friction after you feel him twitch. He starts with a slow but harsh pace, pulling all the way to the tip of his head before crashing back into you, hitting your clit nicely with his hanging anatomy. Over and over until it is faster and somehow harder as he ruts into you. Grunting as he goes encouraging your clenching moans as he eases both his and your frustrations.

For once in your life you relax, you take it as your body becomes limp, your back arching before his hands grab onto your hips, holding you in place. Your head swims, eyes flutter as you're starting to see stars.

Slowly you're learning in the time that he's fucking you that it's okay to rely on others, especially for pleasure. That it's okay to not have control.

Bakugou fights back the need to bust both literally and figuratively. His sweet salted caramel smell filling the intamite space, fighting the itch to let an explosion or two pop off of his arms.

"Fuuuuucckk kitten...you're so wet and good for me." His breathy tone sends you ever closer to yet another mind numbing crescendo. Heat washes over your body as he slows, you whimper in protest.

"I want you to cum King Katsuki..." Your voice is whiney as you attempt to buck against him to aid. He smirks, smacking your ass and watching with delight as it jiggles. He pulls at your hair, lifting you up as he leans over you to whisper closer to your ear.

"And where kitten do you suggest I do?" His voice is dark and ragged from vigorous work.

"In me." You say without hesitation, smiling deadly as he twitches in you.  You expect to have your face  shoved in the mattress once more but instead he flips you onto his back. Hand squeezing your throat a bit before he kisses your neck again. Leaving a large bruising bite on your collar bone.  He ruts into you again, coming up to hold eye contact with you as you wrap your legs around his toned back.

Normally this is when you would look away, the eye contact would be too much as someone had their way with you. But for whatever reason you cannot as if he were a train wreck you couldn't tear your eyes away from.

And for whatever reason he cannot tear his away from you either.  He has never finished facing a women, ever.

But he wants to. *Needs* to.

He wants to drink in how red your cheeks get, how your mouth forms over his name sending shivers down his spine. How your voice alone sends him into a crazed spiral that only you can placate.

He presses harshly against your hip bone as you pull him closer with your legs, he pulls on your nipple a bit causing another moan to fall from your lips. It encourages him to go harder and faster, hitting you in just right.

Sliding all over the g spot as his gaze holds yours stead fast. Sending you over an impossibly high edge as you feel him rut sloppily into you. Stars cloud your vision as you become unbearably hot, legs quivering, failing to stay on a toned back.

"Katsukiiii!!" You cry staying into scarlet pools that you drown in, he notices the slight glow to your eyes as small objects around the two of you begin to float. He let's off a small pop on his back before he sputters into you, pulling you close to him, breathing you in as he slowly thrusts. Breathlessly groaning in your ear.

Suddenly the room is plunged into silence although it is not uncomfortable.  You're shaking from both the experience of letting go mentally and from the exhaustion he has put on your body. 

"You okay?" He smooths a heated hand over your shoulder.  You feel fine, you feel better than fine, great actually but life does not allow you to feel that way for long. Your mind pulls back into a panicked mode when you hear a slamming door and footsteps in the hall.  Green irises try so hard to replace Scarlet in your very recent memory. Bakugou feels tepid tears hit his face. He pulls you into his chest rubbing your hand up the length of your back. 

"I...I just want to forget those fucking green eyes." You sob into his chest, clutching at nothing. Explosions echo in the room before he soothes both himself and you.  Quickly the booze and exhaustion pull you under, when you feel Bakugou pull away you wrap your arms around him harder than ever.

"Stay, please stay Kaachan...." You whisper, grip locked even as you fall victim to sleep.

Bakugou lies awake, over analyzing every sound in the hall way as he thinks. As he racks his brain of who you're fearful of with green eyes. He remembers then, that fucking creep staring at your door as if it were an open invitation to church.

Bakugou will pluck out those eyes for you. 

You just have to let him.

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Proud-Levi X Reader Chapter Two

Chapter Two- “Normal Days...For Now, At Least.”

Chapter Warnings: Language, Implied Masturbation, Gay Relationships, Tattoos, Implied Gay Sex.

Contains: Fluff

Levi holds Liam’s hand as they walk through aisles filled with costumes. The smaller boy’s icy blue eyes twinkle as he stares at all of them. He then spots a costume out of the corner of his eye and runs up to it, dragging Levi over with him. Liam points out a ‘My Hero Academia’ costume, “Ooh! Look, Papa! I can be Bakugo!” Levi smirks at the boys enthusiasm, pulling the neatly packed costume set off the wall. “C’mere. I need to check if this is your size,” he stares intently at the costume measurements, then to Liam, then back to the measurements. “It should fit you. Do you wanna be Ba...Baku…” Liam smiles, “It’s Bakugo! And yes!!” Levi chuckles, “Alright, here you go,” he hands the bag to him, “If you find a costume you like more tell me.” They continue to walk around the costumes. 

Levi grumbles, he hates costume shopping, if it's for him at least. But, like he told Jean, he was desperate. “Hey Liam, what should I be for Halloween?” Instead of Liam's voice, he hears someone else’s, “You should go in drag.” Levi turns around, seeing one of his closest friends, “Very funny, Mike.” Liam listens to the two men talking confused on almost EVERYTHING they were talking about. But, nonetheless, he answers, “You should go as something creepy! But not too creepy, ‘cuz I won’t like it..” All three of them looked around as Levi and Mike talked. 

Suddenly, Levi sees something that catches his eye. A wall filled with simple things you could pair with any normal clothes. Yeah, he’s kinda boring. Mike speaks up, “God, you’re no fun dude.” Levi sends him a glare, grabbing a pair of mid-length black horns and large black wings. “Yeah, I know. But every other costume is either a fucking joke, extra, or sexual.” Mike rolls his eyes, “Fine. Y’know, the ladies might like you more if you have an out-there costume!” Mike argues. Levi smirks, shaking his head in disbelief. He speaks quietly, but loud enough so that at least Mike can hear, “I can’t believe I’m doing this just to get pussy.” Mike laughs, patting Levi’s back, “It’s okay dude. You’ll get some eventually.”

...

Levi bought the costumes, and now he was laying on the couch watching Liam color. Suddenly the boy turns around and looks at him, “Papa?” Levi raised a thin brow, “What is it?” Liam stands up, grabbing some markers, “Can I color in your drawings?” He lays there, confused until he realizes what he meant. “Oh! My tattoos?” Liam nods his head gleefully and Levi sits up, taking off his shirt and lifting his right pant leg up to his knee, revealing two hidden tattoos. 

One started on his left upper arm, covering part of his chest, it contained daffodils and two cobras. Kuchel loved daffodils, and Levi helped her get over her fear of snakes by getting one, named Sir Racha (pronounced like sriracha). He obviously didn’t have a cobra, but he was fascinated by them. The second one started the side of his right calf, reaching down to his ankle. That one was a small portrait of Liam, with a border of things he loved. Everytime Liam started to like something new, Levi got it added. Technically, it was more than two tattoos, but it still counts as two to him. On there, he had Mr. Krabs (his favorite character in Spongebob), the ‘My Hero Academia’ logo, Tigger from Winnie The Pooh (since he’s so energetic), and a cat drawing Liam made when he was 3 (his favorite animal). Yes, it looked very childish, and often became a conversation topic, but people loved the story behind it. 

Liam moved to sit next to Levi, and started coloring the one of his chest. While he waited, Levi would start his homework, “Papa, what color is a cobra?” Levi looks at him and ruffles his hair, “Whatever color you want them to be.”

...

Levi was dropping his boy off at his elementary school, “Bye, Papa!”

“Cya buddy. I’ll pick you up today, alright?” He watches in the mirror as Liam jumps happily in his seat, “Yes! I don’t have to take the bus today! Woo hoo!!!” Levi smirks, “Nope, not today. Have a good day, I’ll see you later kid.” With that, Liam gets out of the car, waving goodbye before walking into the school. 

Levi loved him, he really did. But as soon as he drove away he took out one of his Mr. Bungle CD’s (!dont use headphones when listening!)and turned up the volume. He listened to somewhat... strange music. He had no idea what the hell he was supposed to call it other than that. But hey, he liked it nonetheless! He makes a left turn, pulling into the school’s parking lot, choosing one of the spots closest to the exit. He steps out of his car seeing a familiar blonde figure outside, staying away from the crowd of kids waiting for the doors to open.

“Yo, Erwin. What’s up?” The large man turns to look at him, nearly looking straight down, “Hey. We’re you listening to the with Liam in the car?” Of course Erwin had to mention his choice of music. “No! And who’s his father? Me. Not you.” The taller man shrugs, and Levi speaks up again, “I heard about Petra’s party. Are you going?” Erwin shrugs, “No, I’m not all for parties and-” Levi smirks, interrupting him, “But maybe you can hook up with someone. I know you’re still a virgin!” The blonde glares at him, “Levi, no offense, but you’ve had sex with more women than you can count. I, however, don’t want to waste it on women I don’t know.” Levi rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I hate when you’re right.” 

Just then, someone comes to unlock the doors, and everybody walks in. He taps Erwin’s shoulder, “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna cover my tattoo.” Erwin nods, and Levi walks into the locker room (it was closer than the bathroom). Just as he does that, he notices four feet instead of two in a stall, two of those feet quickly moving up to hide themselves. Levi shakes his head laughing, “It’s just me.” He starts to wrap some cloth around his tattoo, rolling his eyes as he hears two shy “hey”s and the stall opens. Levi turns, seeing Marco and Jean, “Have a good time?”

Marco blushes, “We were just having a little makeout…” Jean nods, “Yeah, people are too gossipy around here. We’re smarter than you.” He finishes wrapping the cloth around his arm, pulling the t-shirt sleeve back over and grabbing his backpack, “Yeah. Well, at least you know not to be like me.” 

...

The bell rings, and he’s finally done with school! He gets into his car and gets a call. He puts it on speaker and starts driving, “Hello.” Suddenly, Hanji’s voice comes from the other end, “Hiya, Levi,” he hears muffled voices, until he hears Liam’s, “Hey, Papa!” He smiles to himself, “Hey bud. How was school? Did Aunt Hanji teach you guys anything?” 

“Uh-huh! We’re learning all about the moon! We have one, but Jupiter has 79!” Levi makes a sound of acknowledgement, “That’s cool buddy. Do you know why Hanji called me?” He hears Hanji and Liam giggle, and Hanji speaks yet again, “Can I hang out with Liam today? I know you have work, and I don’t have much to do!

He shrugs, “Sure, just make sure he doesn’t eat too much sugar. I’ll take him home around 6? That gives him three hours with you.”

They both squeal, “Thank you Papa!” He laughs, “No problem. I love you, be safe.”

“Yes sir! Hehe” And they finally hang up, Levi turning back to drive home.

...

Levi groans out of boredom getting up to look for something to eat, legs shaking and arm hurting from a...busy afternoon. He passes the counter spotting something orange and white in the corner of his eye, he stops, taking a couple steps backwards to see what it was. A bag of Goldfish crackers, hell yeah. He grabs the bag and walks back to his room, flopping on the bed and curling up in warm blankets. Shit, maybe letting Hanji babysit wasn’t the worst.

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Boom! Chapter two! Kinda boring, but it will start to get good around chapter four! Let me know what you thought! Upload schedule for each chapter is here 

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