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³¹.⍭ 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 (𝟏/𝟐)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Major Crossover—ghostface!boyfriends!: Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Ransom Drysdale x cheater!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | SOFT DARK themes and elements, cheating, revenge, obsessive/possessive behaviour, jealousy, competition, size difference: all 6’7-6’9, manhandling, manipulation, coercion. SMUT - minors DNI, NON-CON/DUB-CON: they’re all wearing the same mask & reader doesn’t know who it is, oral (m & f), balls sucking, fingering (f), dirty talk, chase kink, daddy kink, p*ssyjob, size kink, spit kink, choking, p*ssy spanking, exhibitionism (public sex), degradation, dumbification, ruined kink, overstimulation, squirting, creampie.

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𝗔/𝗡 | happy Halloween !! hope you all had a spooky day, here is my last fic for spicy October, a finale with all our fave daddies. enjoy !! all mistakes are my own.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | ˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“That was the money from my grandfather's will.”

Curtis snorts, “as if you don’t have the cash to spare.”

Ransom’s glare hardens, “It’s from my dead grandfather—I mean, my murdered grandfather. Am I not allowed to be upset that she stole money from my grandfather who was murdered in cold blood?”

“It isn’t stealing if you voluntarily spent it on her.” The other burnet countered, “I assume money is the only way you know how to show affection. Mommy and daddy didn’t know how to deal with you so they filled that emotional void with money, and you continue it in all your relationships. It’s a never-ending cycle.”

“At least I know my parents, orphan.”

Ari tunes them out, staring out the wide window into the night. The howling winds sway the forest surrounding the Thrombey mansion and the shadows bleed through the glass, covering him from head to toe in the same shade as his profound emptiness.

Three years. Three fucking years of his life gone to waste.

Every time he blinks, he sees you from senior year. The beautiful, popular, high-achieving student who never looked his way, although he tried hundreds of times to get your attention. From playing his heart out on the football field when you were in the crowd, attempting—and failing—to be your partner for projects in classes you shared, and volunteering to help for events that you were organizing, one of those being your senior prom. The theme was an extravagant masquerade ball, strange for a year of rambunctious teenagers, but perfect for the elite private school.

The venue was decorated in hues of vermillion, gold and grey, with speckles of white from the feathers and clear-beaded arrangements in the middle of each table. Sheer fabric and ribbon hung from the ceiling, draped low to mimic the magical atmosphere. Fairy lights glimmered alongside sparkling chandeliers, illuminating the ballroom in a warm yellow glow. Red roses, gold plates and vintage-styled candelabras sat atop black tablecloths and complemented the metallic chairs.

During the few weeks of setting up the venue, his friends consistently poked fun because he was whipped for a girl he’s never spoken to.

He broke that shameful streak the day before prom, and until today, that was the stupidest he’s ever felt.

“Oh, I don’t have a date.” You answered after he asked what colours you and your date were going to wear.

Ari’s face twisted in disbelief and utter confusion. The revelation scattered every organized thought, making him a total fool. “Why the fuck not?”

He’ll never forget the stunned expression on your face.

“I mean—you’re really fucking pretty.” The words flew out like a swarm of wild bees, dancing in front of his horrified eyes, taunting him.

You burst out laughing, throwing your head back and nearly toppling over one of the tables. “Well thanks, I’ve been asked a couple of times but none of them are my type. They’re all meatheads.” You finally caught your breath, soft giggles tumbling from your glossed lips. “Like the football team, ugh, just a bunch below-average, tit-brained idiots.”

Ari frowned deeply, “I’m on the football team.” He was positive you knew that, hell, you’ve organized fundraisers for the sports department.

You grinned, “I know. But you’re actually cute when you’re dumb, way above average.” You patted his broad shoulder and walked away, the short uniform skirt swaying with each step.

Ari remembers standing there like a moron before finally bolting after you. He caught up to you in the parking lot and asked you right then and there, almost dropping to his knees to beg when you took a second too long to answer. But you said yes, smiling so sweetly he could’ve died.

“—the same day. The same fucking day! That has to be a record!” Curtis snarls, pointing a finger at Ransom, “and you were on a date too, so you can’t say shit about cheating, jackass.”

The playboy moves his hand with two fingers, nonchalantly shrugging. “I found someone I wanted to spend the night with, is that a crime?”

Curtis gritted his teeth, his shoulders rigid under his leather jacket, “I won her a ginormous bear and fingered her in the photo booth, and she was already fucking two other guys!”

“Dating. She was dating two other guys.”

“Same shit!”

All this time, the second boyfriend has remained silent. Steve stares at his lock screen, a blurry photograph of the two of you the morning after a date at the pier. You’re half asleep but he wanted to commemorate the most perfect night of his life.

He was convinced that he was the lead in a romantic film, and it all bloomed from his awful first impression.

“Will you ever actually talk to me? Or will you just continue to stare at me from across the shop?” You smiled down at him, your skin glowing in the morning sun. “Here, you look like a cupcake kind of guy.”

A red velvet cupcake is placed in front of him, right next to his hand which had his pencil in a death grip. He quickly releases his hold and stares blankly at you, stunned and bewitched because he’s never seen you this close. Heavenly is the way he’d describe your features, each curve and dip of your face is burned into his brain from his endless sketches but at this moment, it feels like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Since that day, he believed in love at first sight. Now? It’s up for debate.

“Sit. I mean, please sit. Only if you want obviously.” He covers his red cheeks, not even bothering to shut his sketchbook. You already saw the dozens of drawings of you from various angles, all sprawled across the pages like they belonged there. “You know what? Never mind, I’ll go. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

He was going to leave, pack up his things haphazardly and dash out of the coffee shop before embarrassment ate him alive, but you called him back.

“I’ll stay, but only if you show me what else is in there.”

And he did, shyly at first but as the minutes dragged into hours, he got more confident and gave you detailed explanations of each piece. He rambled on and on about a sketch that took up two pages, it was an elderly couple watching the sunset on the beach, the waves crashing in the background as their heavily detailed silhouettes were in the foreground. He spoke as if he knew them when he was only a mere bystander to their love story.

“I saw them almost every day that summer. On that same bench and holding hands.” He sipped his cold coffee, never breaking eye contact with you, “They’ve probably watched tons of sunsets in their lifetime, but it’s cute, y’know? That they still do… soft things like that.”

Steve was a nice guy. He was recklessly kind, tutored people in his class, and always helped his coach with pregame preparations. He donates all his old clothes and always asks owners before petting their dogs.

If he was so good, why did bad things happen to him? Was it his fault?

He kept pushing you to meet his family. In his defence, you’ve been dating for two years and he talks about you nonstop, his parents have been begging to meet the girl who has their son’s heart, and praised him for finding the one so early on.

It’s a shame that the one was never his to begin with.

The worst part of all of this wasn’t the cheating—well, it was, but the other worse part was your blatant dismissal for taking the next step in your relationship. You’ve met their families, you were very close with Ari’s and met Curtis’ and Ransom’s who you’ve only been dating for less than a year.

What was so different about his?

“Cheap fucking slut.” Ransom mutters. “She’s so greedy that she needs four cocks.”

“Hey, watch your mouth.” Steve frowns, “She’s still my girlfriend.”

Curtis bites his tongue and swallows whatever snide remark was on the verge of spilling out. As much as it hurt, he knew where they were both coming from. He hated your guts, yet the masochist part of himself admired your bulletproof nerve and capability, and the other much softer part was still madly in love with you.

He prided himself in being observant, reading people like open books and anticipating their words and actions so that he was always prepared—that’s why he knows how to push Ransom’s buttons. It didn’t take a genius to notice how stuck up and spoiled the brat was. He couldn’t believe how you put up with him.

How you got away with this for so long was a wonder. Whether it was by sheer luck or cautious scheming, you played them all like puppets, pulling their strings however you pleased for the grand production. The success came with applause and satisfaction, it boosted your ego and made them into fools.

Don’t even get him started on your fucking friends who probably worshipped you for your stellar performance, praising you for dancing on their hearts with false innocence. Curtis has met them and only now he can recall the mischievous twinkle in their eyes, he would bet that they downgraded him to a pathetic nickname like boyfriend number three.

He would’ve noticed something sooner if you didn’t have him pussy drunk every time he saw you. He’ll admit it—he’s whipped.

You may be a good-for-nothing cheater, but you were his fucking pornstar.

He supposes that’s the thing about pornstars, they surely got around.

Curtis wouldn’t openly admit it to the rest of the guys—his girlfriend’s other boyfriends—but if you called him right now and asked him to come over, he’d be on his motorcycle in the blink of an eye. You were a twisted, disgustingly hot mastermind who could spit in his face and choke him, and yet, he’d still dick you down. He was into that freaky shit anyway.

Of course, as much as he pretended, he wasn’t all tough. Under that steel demeanour, he’s aching, battered with betrayal and fears of inadequacy.

Grey clouds loomed over that island of self-doubt, a place all four of them have since sailed to and made home, sharing their confusion, anger and grief.

All of this mess started from simple curiosity. Ari recognized a little lacy thing in one of his fraternity brothers’ rooms, and lo and behold, it was your panties, the same ones he bought you a few months prior.

“Oh, oops. My girl left those in my pocket.” Curtis chuckles and waltzes in, dropping his skateboard by the closet. He’s wearing that signature black beanie and carrying that smell of cigarettes and mint gum. “She’s so cheeky, huh?”

Ari doesn’t acknowledge him at first. His fingers feel around the fabric before hooking in a hole by the band, and then his heart stops.

The other brunet watches strangely, “Uh, can I have those back?”

Perhaps any other person in a fit of confused rage would’ve wrapped their hands around Curtis’ throat, but Ari didn’t. He’s caught off guard when Ransom walks by and pops his head in, his blue eyes locking on the purple lace with blue bows.

“Where did you get those?”

Those five words erupted an argument that shook the walls. Curses were spat and accusations were pointed every which way until the world decided that three out of four wasn’t enough.

Steve was on his way home when he heard the shouts from a few houses down.

He burst into the bedroom with wide eyes and was welcomed by his friends arguing and tearing crumbled lace from each other’s hands. Then, the universe works its magic again and the sheer fabric lands on the floor a few feet away from him.

His gaze drops and he cocks his head to the side, but that puzzlement swiftly fuses into disbelief that shakes him to the core. The air falls to an ear-splitting silence as realization dawns, freezing them all where they stand.

The first to speak is Ransom, he lets out a boisterous laugh. “What a little cock hungry bitch. Well played, I’ll say, well played.”

After everyone calmed down and Steve stopped crying and dry heaving, they made the journey to Ransom’s mansion for the sake of privacy, who knows what their other fraternity brothers would think? They’d pity them, but no one would understand their circumstances. No, that gracious gift was split between the four of them.

“So, who gets to have her?” All eyes fall on Steve, the 6’8 figure hunched in a small chair and clutching a pillow to his chest.

Me—is spoken in all their heads. Fury, greed and vengeance don’t mix well with love.

“I had her before you.” Curtis says to Ransom and reclines on the leather couch, stretching lazily, “Did I forget to mention she sucked my dick that night? Oh… and you kissed her too, huh?” He smirks, “I don’t know about you but I’d rather not know my parents than know what a stranger’s dick tastes like.”

Ransom clenches his jaw, “You poor cunt—”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure the girl you ditched that day is still into you. Call her up and see how that goes, trust fund baby.”

“If we’re going with whoever had her first…” Steve trails off, swallowing the lump in his throat. He cried when he found out about your unfaithfulness, and he cried on the way to the mansion and already excused himself a few times to cry in the bathroom, yet he was seconds away from crying again. “Then i-it’s you.”

Six blue eyes pool with hesitance, then tentatively land on the tallest frat boy.

Ari’s wounds run the deepest, piercing through his skin that you’ve marked with your lips and hands. You’ve branded him, traced your name on his chest as you two talked mindlessly about the future, where you see yourself after graduating from that pretentious university halfway across the world.

It wasn’t the distance. If it was, why did you date three other guys from the same city as him?

“Has she contacted any of you? While you two were arguing, she tried calling me.” He stares down at the missed call. The candid contact photo glares back, it was from your last birthday just before you blew out your candles. A surprise party he planned for you.

Everyone checks their phones.

“She just cancelled our date.” Ransom grits his teeth, glaring at the screen with your adorable yet revolting apology.

I promise I’ll make it up to you, daddy! I have a huge project coming up but I’ll miss you! Please don’t forget about me :(

“Ours too. Apparently, she has a project.” Curtis itches to call you right now and give you a piece of his mind but he’d rather see your face when your castle of lies crumbles to the ground.

You were always so pretty when you were helpless and ruined.

Steve’s phone is the last to chime. He gulps nervously and flips it over with a furrow between his brows. “She wants me to visit her next week.”

“Fucking bitch.” Ransom growls, throwing his phone across the room, it dents the wall with a loud thump. Everyone would be taken aback if he hadn’t broken four glasses already.

“I—uh, what do I say? Do I make up an excuse that I can’t go?”

Ari uncrosses his arms, blinking slowly. He was calm and it was terrifying considering how furious he should be. He knew you first, he fell for you first, he had you first, yet he was as peaceful as a boat on a gentle stream. “You don’t want to see her?”

Steve slumps over in a big hunk of muscle trapped in a too-small t-shirt. For someone usually happy and energetic, it was comical to see the new star player of the football team so defeated. Millions of bodychecks and tackles couldn’t amount to the gut-wrenching aches and emptiness, and Ari was the only one who understood that too.

He still wasn’t over the fact that he’s been playing on the same team as the guy who was fucking his girlfriend—their girlfriend?

“Of course I do. I love her.”

Steve was soft, to say the least, everyone knew that when they saw him walk into the fraternity house with a wide smile and a tray of freshly baked cookies, “I wanted to make a good impression and my ma says food is the best way to do it,” he said in a Brooklyn accent, “can’t have my frat brothers hating me, that’d be a shitshow.”

Hate wouldn’t be the word they’d use, but they weren’t completely comfortable with each other like before.

What are the chances that all your boyfriends enroll in the same college and join the same fraternity at the same time, even when all of them were attending different schools the previous year?

Fate was probably fed up with your deceitfulness.

“You’ll invite her here and we’ll all have her.” Ari decides, his dark eyebrows knitted tightly, “we’ll share. That means, the two of you get along or get out—”

“—this is my house.”

“I didn’t fucking ask.” He snaps, “If this is going to work, we’ll have to get along, or at least pretend to. And at the end of the night, no one loses, no one wins, but she gets what she deserves.”

For the hundredth time, Steve looks down at your hand in his. Your freshly manicured hand contrasts with his black gloves, and the glitter nail polish matches the dainty diamond on your ring finger, the one he bought you for your one year anniversary. You got him a chain necklace that he’s never taken off and with his bubbling nerves, it feels like the silver is burning through his skin.

“You okay, baby?”

As always and regardless of the conditions, he swoons at your lovely voice. Oh, he was neck-deep in his desire, trapped and made into a damn clown, yet his heart still sang for you.

“Yeah, doll. Are you?”

You grin and kiss his cheek with your glossed lips. “I’m perfect, daddy.” You’re happy that Steve begged you to come home instead of flying him to you.

This was your first time visiting his new college and elite university parties were nothing like the ones in the city. They lacked closeness and freedom since everyone was concerned about wrong angles or nasty rumours. Here, people just wanted to dress up, have fun, and celebrate Halloween on rented-out property in an old farmhouse.

“I’ll get you another drink.” Steve pats your hip and you scoot off his lap, occupying the free spot on the couch. He asks around for other refills and turns to you, tilting your chin up with his finger, “You want something to eat too?”

“No thanks, do you want me to come?”

Steve snorts, brushing you off with a claim of chivalry. You watch him walk away and ignore that little voice of guilt, the hushed dejected calls of three other names. They didn’t matter right now, you were with Steve and thinking about them any longer put all of your relationships at risk.

You love them all, but in different ways. There were different things to love about each of them, distinct qualities to admire, and little habits to remember. You were diligent with everything, that’s why you’ve gotten away with it for so long.

You grew up quite spoiled, always getting whatever you want from your parents who never used the word no. It was all on a shiny silver platter, from prized jewelry to new wardrobes, fancy cars and luxurious vacations. That part of you never grew up, you still wanted it all and got it—just like how you wanted four men and got them. They weren’t disposable to you, no, they were the loves of your life. You valued them, but obviously not enough to respect their trust and the sanctity of your relationship.

When Steve returns, you don’t waste any time. Your body presses against his and your lips trail down his neck, gently pushing the hood off his blond head, “I’ve missed you, daddy. Haven’t you missed me too?”

Steve has since gotten over his heartbreak and nerves. It took a bit of liquid courage and some direction from Ari, but he was ready. No longer a sad, pouting puppy but a vengeful beast, smelling out your lies like a fresh kill. It’s that deep-seated hunger which spurs him on, prompting him to pull you to the dance floor for a few songs. He yearns to feel your body against his, your irresistible warmth, and that magnetic force that pulled him to you two years ago.

You turn around in his hold, slowly grinding against his thigh. “I did what you asked…” You trail off, bringing his hand under your tutu. It isn’t out of character for you to be so forward, but it catches you off guard when he gropes your flesh. His fingers trace over the plug through your nylon tights and lace leotard. “Did I do good, daddy?”

“So good, baby.” His voice drops low, rumbling in his chest, his hard bulge rubs against your hip. “You always do so good for me.”

You were his best girl, his pretty doll who couldn’t do any wrong. He’d do anything you asked, bend over backwards to fulfill your any wish but that would change tonight. It was time for you to be stretched thin for his demands and satisfy his needs.

“I want to feel your mouth on me.”

Under any other circumstances, Steve would have felt embarrassed for saying that aloud, but all those worries fly out the window when your eyes twinkle and you nod obediently, truly the whore that Curtis said you were—well, he actually called you a fuckhole.

Steve wrongfully thought your body was his for the past two years, but at this moment, he chose to believe you were wholly his.

“You okay, sweet girl?”

You nod eagerly with your mouth locked around one of his balls, your tongue traces the seam before suckling. You’re so messy and struggle to take his full sack, slobbering filthily as saliva dribbles onto your pristine costume.

His gaze locks on your face, your cheeks are wet and hot with tears, and his spit hangs out the corner of your swollen lips. Your tongue swipes out for it before licking up his leaky cock, following the protruding veins to the fat tip.

“You like when I stroke your cock, daddy?”

“Yeah, baby. Go deeper, you’ve done it before.” His neck tenses when you gag on his cock, fisting what couldn’t fit in your mouth. “Fuck, that’s it.”

The music vibrates throughout the house, the loud conversations flowing in from under the bathroom door, but you didn’t care, not even with your sore knees pressing into the cold tiles, or your feather headpiece jostling with every bob.

His heavy weight on your tongue and his taste filling your mouth sends tingles through your body, but you force your hand away from your throbbing cunt. This was for Steve, your sweet, loving and fucking hot boyfriend Steve.

“So pretty down there, doing so good for me.” Steve pants heavily, guiding you to kiss up and down his pulsating length. The mushroom head is enveloped between your lips and you lick his slit. You’re usually a tease, but Steve has different things in mind.

He secures a hand behind your head and pushes down until his tip hits the back of your throat. You try to control your breathing, but it’s futile with his massive length violating your airways, hammering deep and rough. You choke around his girth, saliva spills down your chin, and tears pool in your eyes but you’re determined to bring him to that precipice. You take whatever he gives—from more spit on your face to brutal thrusts.

He forces you down further and rocks his hips, fucking your mouth like he hated you. “Look up at me, wanna see my pretty girl sucking my cock.”

You preen under his words, blinking up at him as tears stream down your face. Wet, garbled noises fill the small bathroom as you cling to his hips over his tattered robe, piercing the thin fabric with your nails.

“That’s it, good fuckin’ girl. Take daddy’s cock,” like the dumb whore you are. A stupid slut who isn’t content with only one man but needs several to suck dry—you’ve stolen it all, their time, money, and love. You didn’t deserve his cum right now, but Steve was too fucking soft.

He growls your name, pumping your mouth full of his hot seed. There’s so much that some seeps through the corners of your lips, following in the lines of your spit and tears, deliciously ruining your makeup. He forces you to stay there, filled to the brim and choking on his cum. After what felt like hours, he lets you pull off. You immediately swallow his seed and lick the sensitive tip for any rogue droplets, peppering messy kisses up the flushed flesh.

He helps you stand and rubs your cheek, smearing the spit, cum and tears into your skin. You moan and dip down, suckling his fingers and slowly lifting your dress. In the mirror, he sees your ass through the paper-thin nylon and sheer white leotard, and that plug snugly in your puckered hole.

The reflection only emphasizes the differences, you clad in a blinding, pure white against his black robe, glittering and feathery while he was dark and looming. The similarities are only visible to him, two people playing pretend. He thinks you should win an award for your performance.

You’re smaller than him, and so much weaker. He could pick you up and fuck you senseless against the wall, make your whines pour out for everyone to hear.

“Wanna see it, daddy? I did it for you.”

He does, but his phone vibrates on the counter.

Ransom: Time’s up. We don’t have all night.

It physically hurts to push you away. “In a bit, sweet girl. Let’s go enjoy the party, okay?”

The night goes on, party songs blare through the old farmhouse, rattling the old walls and windows. It’s safe to say you were momentarily satisfied after blowing Steve, the night was still young and you had all weekend to jump his bones before you left the city.

You found a group of people to chat with, easily joining their conversations. They were interested in your private school life, so you entertained them with stories of your strict years in ironed uniforms from your early childhood to university career but unlike them, you had zero knowledge about Greek life.

Apparently, there were a few fraternities on campus, “your boyfriend is in one, didn’t he tell you?”

“Uh, no. He didn’t.”

You almost forgot which boyfriend you were here with until one of them asked where Steve went, and Halloween night must bring magic because just as they asked, your date popped up from the backdoor. He headed straight for you and tugged you away by your arm, not bothering to greet your new friends.

You giggle, already tipsy from your first few drinks. “Where’d you run off to?”

He doesn’t respond and drags you outside, weaving through the bodies crowding the back porch illuminated by fairy lights. The crisp air fills your lungs, tainted with smoke, but it’s refreshing after being in a stuffy house all night.

You apologize to the few people you bump into, blindly stumbling after your boyfriend. He’s practically body-checking people out of the way and hauling you like dead weight. He’s so rough that your bag slips from your wrist. “Steve, my purse!”

Ransom huffs and spins around to grab your bag before continuing his trek to the woods, slowing down for your sake. This time, you follow easily, slightly inebriated and giddy, not questioning a thing—even though Steve was acting very different tonight, you were excited about anything else he had in store.

The darkness grows the deeper you walk, the light from the farmland property swallowed by the vast abyss. You make out the shapes of the trees and your boyfriend in the muted moonlight, although your dress is still bright, especially the rhinestones glimmering across your body.

“I wish we matched costumes… I need my prince.” You flirt, “I am a princess after all.”

The irony almost makes him laugh. You dressed as an untouched white swan, a cursed princess. There was no purity within you, the bleached tulle and feathers on your body were nothing but a mockery for delicacy and heartache.

“We could’ve been the cutest couple here! But you just wanted to hide under that robe. Are you scared I’m gonna find some marks that aren’t from me?”

Your teasing is cut short when he pins you against a thick tree, your back slams into the jagged bark and the back of your head throbs dully. Stars cloud your vision and you almost don’t notice when he drops to his knees between your legs. “What the hell—Steve!” With his head under your tutu, he makes quick work of tearing off his mask. The ghostly disguise falls to the forest floor face up, the horrid expression glaring at you.

You try to pull up your dress but he bats your hands away, quickly distracting you with a flat tongue up your clothed cunt. You gasp and your thighs tremble when his wet muscle flicks against your clit, his saliva and your slick soaking through the white lace.

“W-Wait, right now? I, fuck.” Your back arches when he bites your thigh.

The silent night is interrupted by an awful tear. Your nylon tights meet the same fate as your lace leotard, torn to bits by his wild hands.

“Daddy, uhm, I don’t—” Your voice breaks into a moan when his thick fingers slide to the hilt and he harshly sucks your clit. He doesn’t work you up to it, no, he starts like a starved man. He fucks you with two fingers, nudging the plug with his other hand while dining on your button. He latches onto the nub, massaging the nerves with his tongue as your pussy clenches around his digits, sucking him in.

He’s so rough and sloppy, making out with your cunt and hungrily slurping up your juices, disgracing the surrounding nature with the lewd noises and his guttural groans. Acting as if he hasn’t touched you in a lifetime.

Ransom briefly considers fucking up the whole plan just to see you properly. He misses your pretty face, your messy cunt and weepy hole, he feels you dripping but he would do anything to see your creaminess coating his fingers, just like his pinky ring.

The tree bark digs into your back as he hoists you higher. His spit splatters against you before his teeth drag along your clit and he nibbles mockingly. He soothes any aches with his tongue, trailing down your slit to lick into your hole. You whimper when hard slaps land on your nub, and he isn’t as kind this time around and rubs it roughly, bullying your sensitive button with his skilled fingers.

“Uh! D-Don’t stop, daddy. Please don’t stop.” You pant, already on edge from your previous escapade in the bathroom. You wondered why he didn’t touch you then, and now you’re thankful you waited. Your body has a mind of its own and rocks against his clean-shaven face, fucking yourself on his tongue. He hums against you, either with some degrading comment or praise, you didn’t care.

You fist his hair under your tutu, legs quivering as he replaces his wet muscle with his digits, pumping knuckle deep. His fingers hit that rough patch with every thrust, forcing your juices out and into his awaiting mouth, racing you toward that edge of euphoria.

His faint curses go muffled as you convulse, your thighs lock around his head, trapping him against your pussy. You cry out his name, so close to your high that you can taste it—sweet, addictive and full of relief, but you’re yanked from that delight when he pulls back.

The cold rushes against your wet folds, making you whine from the abrupt loss of his wet warmth. Your concerns die in your throat when he puts on his mask, wiping his fingers on his robe. Your weak legs drop to the ground as he leans back and tilts his head, studying you behind the plastic face.

Your heart pounds in your chest, the tightness unravelling within your stomach. “Why—Why’d you stop?”

All he does is laugh and stand up, dusting off his knees casually. You call out his name and in confusion, watch him turn around and walk back to the house, leaving you in the forest alone, soaked, and fucking high and dry.

At the sight of that familiar mask, you duck and turn the other way. Your drink is almost done so you toss it in the trash and sway through bumping bodies, ignoring the heavy footsteps that are somehow louder than the bass.

Were you avoiding him? Yes, but with his tall stature, he could easily spot you above the crowd and that limited your hiding spots.

He deserved it for leaving you out there like a sacrificial lamb. What would’ve happened if you had been shitfaced drunk? You’d probably pass out on the ground and freeze to death, and he’d be responsible for it, the dumb fucking jerk! If he abandoned you out there now, there was no telling if you’d find your way back to the house because tonight, you found out that more drinks go well with holding grudges.

You scream when your whole world is flipped upside down, and instantly recognize that stupid tattered robe, “Everyone can see my ass, jerk!”

Curtis snorts, you’ve probably fucked everyone in this room already and showing them your ass should be the least of your worries.

You’re set on your feet in a dark corner of the packed living room, the strobe lights flash across the heads of partygoers, and the music booms loudly, drilling some pop song into your head. He pulls you flush against his chest, crushing your tutu between your bodies.

“Get off me, asshole.” You try to wiggle free, but he’s too strong and big, he doesn’t even flinch when you stomp on his foot. “Ugh, I said get off!” You squirm when his hand slips between your thighs, meeting your bare cunt. “Steve!”

A sharp spank lands on your pussy, making your legs go numb but he holds you up with one arm, rubbing torturously slow circles on your swollen nub. With the booming music and the alcohol flowing through your system, you don’t register the different voice in your ear.

“That isn’t what you call me.”

You shiver, the warmth radiates off his body, luring you with his presence. You’re still wet and so sticky that your slick has smeared to your inner thighs, right where his fingers are tracing now. His touch ignites that fire again, all too effortlessly making you into a needy mess.

In the flickers of red, he can see every thought leave your head. Dumb little girl. You thought you could hide from him?

Curtis’ reaches in the slit of his robe to unbuckle his belt, and you’re too preoccupied with riding his fingers. His cock slides between your soaked, ruined folds, replacing his hand as he prods at your soppy hole. You go slack as he rocks slowly but never strays too far, letting you feel every inch.

“D-Daddy, oh!” You snap your jaw shut, “what are you—”

“Hush, you don’t want people to catch us, right?” He asks, thrusting forward until he nudges your puffy button, rubbing the sensitive nerves with the tip. He groans lowly, Ransom really bullied you down there.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your thoughts jumbling together from the overstimulation. “We—We shouldn’t, daddy…” Your voice fades when his hand wraps around your throat, his rough fingers digging into your skin and he forces you to face the crowd.

“None of them know who you really are, huh? What you really are?”

If anyone looked over, they’d instantly know what was going on. It was obvious from your blissed-out expression and his rocking hips, your weak hands grasping at his forearm as he squeezed harder.

The oxygen goes thin as your eyes roll back, your bones turn to jelly and soon he’s your only support. His beefy arm pins you to his chest, keeping you from falling over as he thrusts into your weepy folds, the bulbous tip catching on your hole but never penetrating.

If he could, he’d spit in your mouth, make you gag on his saliva until it dribbled down your chin. He wants the whole world to know what a slut you are, and how needy you get for cock that you’ll let him use you just feet away from other people.

Curtis knows you love the risk. He knew that the moment he met you—because you kissed him in the photo booth and slipped his hand up your skirt, begging in your soft voice for him to touch you.

Your lips part with a silent moan. He can’t resist slipping two fingers into your mouth, reminiscing when you sucked his dick that very same day and swallowed everything he gave you. Fucking cockslut. There were times when you dropped to your knees under his desk and rubbed over his clothed cock until he let you suck him off. You loved when he used you and when he was mean, acting like a damn bully instead of your loving boyfriend. You wanted to be degraded, ruined and downgraded to a cocksleeve, and that’s why you were his fucking pornstar.

He still has that photo strip of you smiling, all fucked out and dumb with spit, tears and cum on your face. Your very first picture together and you didn’t even know his last name at the time.

“Pl-Please let me come this time, daddy.” You plead, weakly meeting his thrusts.

This time?

Curtis holds back a huff, of course, Ransom would tease the hell out of you. No wonder you’re so pathetic right now, not even thinking straight as he takes you apart on his girth. The partygoers couldn’t see his face, but they could see yours, and how stupid you looked getting fucked in the corner of the room.

“You gonna come for me and cover daddy’s cock in your cream?” He asks, “Come in front of all these people, show ‘em what a fucking whore you are.”

If you weren’t so dazed, you would’ve realized that Steve has never called you a whore, he barely used slut either. Preferring to call you his sweet baby, his pretty doll, his girl, as he took you apart with suffocating love, those long fingers and his monstrous cock.

Your high topples over and you cling to his arm, victim to the wave of bittersweet relief. Your orgasm coats his length, claiming him as it streams down your legs, seeping into your tights. You’re so lost in the pleasure and unable to contain your loud pitiful mewl, drawing a few drunken gazes.

Curtis crowds you, blocking their eyes and presses you into the wall. He grips his cock, slapping the head against your pulsating clit before drawing back, the tip barely pops in before his seed spurts out, filling you up. Some escapes and the thick white cum follows in the trails of your squirt, and the feeling of being owned almost gets you worked up again.

You can’t hear much with the blood rushing through your head, but you make out a few words: “bathroom” and “clean yourself up.”

“W-Wait, we’re goin’ too far…” You slur, clutching the fresh seventh or eighth drink that your boyfriend shoved into your hand. Your previous one spilt all over the floor when he hauled you out of the bathroom. You barely finished cleaning yourself up before he barged in. “It’s your fault I was a mess, daddy… You can’t be mad at me.”

He doesn’t speak or falter, his purposeful strides so long that you flounder after him.

“Where are we,” you hiccup, “going?” When faced with no response, you dig your feet into the ground, but your ballet flats are useless in the dry, crumbling dirt. “Hey! I’m talkin’ to you!”

He stops suddenly and you squeak, bumping into his broad back. Punch—or whatever it was—spills out of the cup splashing onto your white dress, staining the tulle and feathers a bright scarlet.

“Ugh, Steve! Look what you did!”

He turns around, cocking his head like you were a child throwing a tantrum.

Your feeble attempts at cleaning the mess only make it worse and spread the vibrant red. “I really liked this costume, and now look… It’s like I was stabbed.” You pout, the alcohol making you a little emotional. “Y-You ruined it! And I-I felt so pretty today—”

He wraps you in his arms, cooing softly while rubbing your back. You drunkenly cling to his warm body, feeling his muscles under the hooded robe.

“Let’s stand here for a bit… you gave me a lot of drinks.” You nuzzle into his chest, brushing off the difference of his cologne. Cold night air brushes along your nylon-clad legs, fluttering the delicate mesh of the tutu. You’ve lost some rhinestones as the night went on, but nothing a little hot glue couldn’t fix. “You’ve never done public stuff like that, Stevie. You’re usually so private about us.”

He shrugs, the booming music is distant but the heavy bass still pounds in your ears.

“You don’t wanna admit it? C’mon, I won’t tell.” You flutter your lashes, a trick that always works. “I’m into it too, and how you caught me off guard only makes it better.”

Through blurry vision, you spot a guest house a few ways away. The lights are off, the driveway is empty, and an idea pops into your head. “We could have some real fun, daddy. Don’t you wanna have fun with me?”

This time he hums and drags his hands down your back, gripping your waist. He yanks you close, pushing an oof from your throat.

“You’re never so rough either.” His bulge presses against your front and you nearly drop to your knees right then and there. “Do you wanna keep the mask on?”

He nods, the lifeless black eyes and dramatically opened mouth absorbing any light, contrasting with the ghostly white face. He’s looming like a shadow the size of a mountain, intimidating you by merely looking at you with a dead gaze as daunting as the creepy fictional character.

You thought Steve didn’t like horror movies.

You lean up to kiss him, but he spins you around so quickly that you almost fall over. Tall corn stalks and various pumpkins sit on hay bales under an archway forebodingly lit by lanterns.

You giggle, “Ooh! You wanna race to see who finds the exit first? I’ll have you know, I’m quite the pro. I go whenever they have one at the pumpkin patch!”

Ari fucking knows that because it’s one of your traditions. You two go every year and get hot chocolate and fresh pie, then head to the corn maze for your annual competition. As always, you get a head start and he pretends to get lost so you have to find a way out together, and he’ll try—and fail—to fool around with you. Your excuse? “There are families here!”

As if you hadn’t begged him to fuck you in the closet when you were visiting his family for spring break. He had to gag you with your panties, you were so needy and pleading for him to fuck you harder, to fuck you stupid just doors away from his parents.

You wanted to be caught that day, and right now he wished he let you walk out with his cum on your face. Perhaps then, you’d be filled with humiliation just like the four of them.

He wanted you to think you got away with it, that you’re still the queen and they’re stupid pawns to your game. Just so he can watch the despair wash over your face, the broken pride will fall from your lips in half-assed apologies.

You’ll cry and beg for forgiveness, for mercy, but they won’t give it to you. No, they want you to suffer, wallow in distraught—just as Odette did when Siegfried swore to love another.

He watches you run off, your loud inebriated laughter flowing into the open air, joyous and free, the complete opposite of what you’ll be when the clock strikes midnight.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees three other hooded figures emerge from the forest. One by one, their stark white masks are bathed in the moonlight, screaming or crying or both. He sets your purse by the entrance after taking your cell phone, and only then does he enter the maze.

It isn’t long until he catches up to you, following the fallen feathers from your costume like breadcrumbs.

You’re leaning against the haystack wall, flashing him a mischievous smile. Your hands drag down your body, teasingly pulling down the front of your dress to expose your cleavage.

He steps towards you, craving the heat of your skin. He wants to know just how much the other guys ruined you, but you duck under his arm and race deeper into the maze, giggling madly.

“Gotta be faster than that, daddy!”

The further you go, the darker it gets. Everything looks the same, all varying in shades of green but you try to not get distracted, sugary sweet victory is hot on your mind. You slow down and listen for heavy feet on the grass, but all you hear are crickets and the gentle wind.

You scream when thick arms wrap around your waist, heaving you high into the air and pinning you against a haystack. Built arms hook under your thighs as his hips slip snugly between your thighs, brushing your overworked core.

You laugh, “this is like the movie! What does she say?” You think for a moment, “No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!” You burst into laughter, playfully kicking your feet, “now the stain makes… uh… sense! It makes sense!”

The shadows cloud over his masked face, making him look sadder or more scared. Horrified would fit the best, but your drunken head couldn’t find the word.

“You’re so pretty when you beg.”

All blood drains from your face and fills your heart, sinking it straight to hell and taking your carefree smile with it.

“What? You don’t miss me?” His deep voice slices through the silence, “Oh, or do you miss someone else more?” From each turn enter three more figures, matching black robes clad over their shoulders with the hoods pulled down, accentuating their stark white disguises.

He flips up his mask, making you nauseous in a single motion. “Happy Halloween, bunny.” His long hair frames his pale face and his eyes gleam with cruel amusement as a twisted grin plays on his pink lips.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Poor girl, did you lose your voice?” Number three.

“That’s a shame, I love hearing you scream.” Number four.

The rest of the men remove their masks and your eyes drift over each of them. The sick glee drips off their faces and entwine with ferocious hunger. They surrounded you like predators to prey, the reapers to bring you to your inescapable fate—and they were ecstatic about it.

Number two doesn’t look as happy as Curtis and Ransom, in fact, his expression was unreadable. He was quiet and cold, not only with his schooled features, but he didn’t speak like the rest of them.

When Steve got quiet, he was terrifying because you didn’t know what to expect. You could only imagine the things going through his head, your sweet, loving, baker boyfriend had a dark side, one that you’ve only seen a handful of times if some guy hit on you.

He always managed to leave the scene before things got too intense, but you feared this wasn’t one of those times.

“N-No…”

“No? Did you miss me the most then?” Ari asks mockingly, blue eyes drawn low, “you loved me first, so you must love me the most too.”

You can’t feel the tears streaming down your numb cheeks but you know they’re there, and that’s only confirmed when Ari wipes one with his thumb, and sucks it into his mouth. Your salty misery is his favourite taste but it isn’t enough, all four of them want your ultimate destruction.

“Cry all you want, bunny. Karma doesn’t give a shit if you’re sad or scared.” Oh but they wanted you to be petrified, “You reap what you sow—and for you, sweetheart, it’s time to bite the bullet.”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: did someone say a hate fucking gangbang? Bc that’s what’s going to happen. we're starting no nut November with nuts, but oops !! p.s. the date for the next part is on the fic masterlist.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! check out the rest of my kinktober masterlist for my other spooky slutty fics !!

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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thefirstknife · 6 months

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Glad to see that drifter's ghost is just as unsettling as I imagined. Why do u have cabal brains my guy. Why is it described as having "flaps", I've never seen another ghost described like that. I want to meet it so badly

Also interesting that it can change its eye colour at will, apparently using it to communicate. I like to think it uses morse code. I always assumed that the red eye mode was to signify its ability to manipulate darkness (i think that was the point of all its mods iirc??), and blue was switching back to using the light

Shell flaps is actually a standard term for all Ghosts! It's often used to describe their expressions. There's a lot of it with Glint:

"Since we're undercover, you know what I need? A disguise shell . Something… mysterious." Glint hovered eagerly over Crow's shoulder, his shell flaps tilted encouragingly.

Excuse me, um, Techeun Ylaia," the Ghost began. "Now that you're awake, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" His shell flaps tilted sheepishly.

"You really think that Humans created the Headless Ones?" Glint tilted his shell flaps obstinately. ... Glint's shell flaps went slack in confusion.

But other than that, yeah! Same! I love Drifter's Ghost and I wish we had more of it, this FotL stuff is really good for it. It's 100% unhinged and we have no clue what it even fully looks like, but it's definitely unsettling since it's made from other Ghost shell parts.

Link to the lore tab! I LOVE how it scared Immaru. Immaru acts like a tough guy but then he met an actual tough guy and couldn't handle it. I'm also excited about the possibility that Drifter and his Ghost did this on purpose, which would imply that they had a conversation about it and that Drifter gave his Ghost a go-ahead to do this to Immaru if he shows up. Something about how the Ghost just gleefully presented all the weird shit Drifter collects gives me that vibe. Drifter is usually secretive about it and I don't think his Ghost would do it without his permission. So I'm losing it about the implication that they actually talked about it because I so desperately want Drifter and his Ghost to make up and be buddies. Bonded over messing with Immaru.

Also yeah, his Ghost can change eye colour at will! Here, when it got transformed:

The next morning, it was forever changed, but it had a brand new shell of armor, reinforced by the guts of five other Ghosts. Its eye was bright red. It could no longer speak. The blue setting was still there, accessible whenever we needed it. But the red setting would save our lives.

I like the interpretation that the colour signifies what it's using. The same lore tab also explains what it actually does, sort of, and it seems to utilise both a wider range of Light as well as Darkness:

Ghost could now tap into spectrums of Light no one on Earth had yet seen. Spectrums beyond the Light. Don't get me wrong. I'm no herald of the Dark. This was a kit-bash job. But it was a renaissance for us. Gambit banks, Motes of Dark, the Derelict. They were all innovated out of that red setting.

I also love the idea that it uses the switching between colours as a sort of communication, like morse code. One of my fave Ghosts, I want more of it so badly.

#destiny 2 #drifter #drifter's ghost #festival of the lost #ask

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just-imagine-that · 1 year

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TxT Reaction - S/O Is Really Strong

Absolutely love TxT's newest songs, my fave on the new mini album is Tinnitus, what is your fave?

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(Gf/Bf) = Girlfriend/Boyfriend

WARNING: Fluff, crack

Soobin

You and Soobin did a lot of Lives together, and we all know that, sometimes, fans can ask the most bizzare of requests. It started with them asking about quirks you have about yourselves, Soobin answering first. When it came to you saying your quirk, though, it was a bit hard to believe.

"MY quirk? Well.. my friends say I am 'ridiculously strong for someone who doesn't work out'," you laughed in remembrance.

Soobin stared at you with a questioning look, having never been told about this until now.

"Jagiya, how come I've never heard this before, are you lying?" He questioned.

You shook your head to say no and started to stand up to move anything that could be in your way while you prove your strength, not just to MOA, but to your boyfriend aswell.

You stood a bit back away from the desk, just incase and pointed to right in front of you.

"Soobinnie, stand here, and I'll show you how strong I am," you smirked.

Soobin stared at you for a second in distrust, but eventually stood in front of you, his left side facing your front. You wrapped your right arm around his back and dug your hand into his armpit for a good grip. Then, in a flash, you ducked down and hooked your left arm in the back of his knees, sweeping him off his feet.

Soobin let out a yelp at the feeling of his feet coming off the ground, his arms coming around your neck for reassurance that you wouldn't drop him. He stared at you in shock as you laughed at his reaction, kissing him on the cheek before making your way over to a chair and sitting him down.

"Wah, how is that even possible?! Remind me to never make you angry!"

Yeonjun

Carnivals were always fun dates for you and Yeonjun; the fun rides, greasy food that'll ruin anyones diet, and the games that looked easy to win, but really aren't.

You had good luck on one of those games and ended up winning a decently sized plushie for Yeonjun, and, with him being the amazing boyfriend he is, he wanted to try and win you a plushie, too. You know, as a comfort thing for when you miss him.

(Just made up a random ass game idk if this actually exists) The game he chose to try to win was one where you had to run and jump and try to stick the sticker on the highest block, which was fairly high. The blocks were colour coded, lowest was blue, middle was green, and highest was red.

The highest block was WAY over 6ft, so Yeonjun was having a bit of a hard time getting to the red bit. He only had three shots at getting the sticker on the red block, so, when he started to pout, realizing he probably wasn't going to be able to get you a very good plushie, an idea popped into your head.

As Yeonjun was pondering on ways to get the sticker onto the red, you kneeled down low, stuck the back of your head and neck under his legs and stood up, your arms holding his thighs in support so he wouldn't fall.

"Ya, ya, ya! What are you doing?!" He looked down, surprised that his feet were no longer on the ground and even more shocked at you, somehow, being able to pick him up like that.

"I'm helping you get the plushie you want for me, I don't like seeing you sulking around!" You explained. You looked up to see his face smiling down at you, his hands on your cheeks.

"Wah, my baby is so strong and caring! I'm gonna get you that plushie!" He exclaimed.

Beomgyu

You and the boys were having a movie/game night, with tons of laughter, snacks, and savagery going around. At one point you all started to get a little bit bored, having done all of what you planned for the night already, and what always comes up when you're bored? Truth or dare!

Obviously, it was Beomgyu's idea, 'cause he always feels the need to torture his members, whether it be by exposing embarrassing truths, or make them do really weird-ass dares.

After two rounds of truth or dare for everyone, the question came back to you for the third time, the question coming from your boyfriend this time. Since you know how much you'll be teased by him if you don't pick dare, you did pick it.

"Hmm, I dare you to pick me up over your shoulder, you know, like in those romance dramas!" he giggled, thinking you were too weak to even try.

You squint at him, a mischevious smirk coming to your face, "Okay, stand up then!"

Beomgyu looks up at your now standing form in shock, not thinking you'd actually agree to do it. He did as he was told and stood up slowly. To get this over with quick, you quickly bent down, grabbed underneath his ass, and lifted yourself up, all of Beomgyu's weight falling on your strong shoulder.

"AHH, I'm sorry- I'm sorry I doubted you're strength, just please let me down. JAGIYA!!" He yelped as you pretended your shoulder went out, his hands grasping your back, desperately.

"That's what you get, don't ever doubt me again," you grinned, hearing the others laughing.

Taehyun

Strong couple! Whether you go to the gym or not, the moment he finds out about your strength he's gonna try and convince you to come work out with him, 'cause he REALLY wants you to be his work out buddy! When he first found out, he was absolutely shook, because you didn't look like you'd be that strong.

How he found out you had really good strength was during one of his gym work outs. You grabbed a water bottle and a plastic container full of food to bring over to the gym so he wouldn't forget to eat or get dehydrated.

As you walked into the room where Taehyun was working out, you found him struggling with a heavier weight than he had tried yet. Glancing at the numbers on the weight, your eyes widened; how could he not be able to pick that up?!

"Jagiya... How is it possible that this is too heavy for you?" You asked, taking Taehyun by surprise as he didn't know you were there.

Once he processed your words a bright red tinted his face. He was embarrassed that you had seen him struggling, so he tried again, hoping he would be able to lift the weight so he would be able to show you that he, in fact, WAS strong enough.

You rolled your eyes at his numerous attempts and decided to show him how it's done, setting down his food and water on a nearby bench.

You scooched him aside and lifted the weight with little to no struggle, leaving an embarrassed and amazed Taehyun to stand by and take in the sight.

"Babe, you can't lift this? Come on.." you trailed off.

Taehyun blinked a few times before noticing the food on the bench. You really were a strong and caring (Gf/Bf).

Huening Kai

We all know how this boy is around the ocean, so when you two were at the beach one time, he was practically screaming his lungs out whenever the water touched or even came near him.

At some point Kai decided that, apparently, you needed to cool down from the sun, so e tried to pick you up and dunk you into the oceans freezing water. Key word here is 'tried'. Instead you fought against him, knowing very well what he was about to do.

"Don't you even try, or I will dunk you instead!" You exclaimed, feeling his arms and body try to drag you to the water.

"Haha, how are you gonna do that, I weigh more than you and I can barely even drag you," he teased.

You huffed and turned around, coming face to face with your boyfriend. You ducked underneath his arm and lifted yourself up, the weight of his stomach pressing on your shoulder.

"You asked for it! Let's see how you like the taste of ocean!" You smirked, hearing his high pitched scream.

"I take it back, I TAKE IT BACK, YOU'RE SO STRONG AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH JUST DON-" Kai was suddenly cut off by his own scream at the feeling of freezing water on his body.

You looked down at him in triumph; that's what he gets for trying to drag you to the ocean and dunk you, and also for the teasing.

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☆My Full DHMIS Interpretation!☆

Hi guys!! Recently I re-watched the DHMIS show with my mum, a fellow fan. It made me remember that, last year, I was totally obsessed with theorising despite the very possible futility of all this, haha. I was always nervous about sharing this before, but I've had almost three years to let my interpretations of this wacky, wonderful show bake in the oven of my heart. I think I'm ready to decorate and share it here at last (✿◡‿◡)

(Disclaimer: This is all just my interpretation! Nothing here is confirmed or denied officially. Whatever you believe is just as awesome! :D)

Alrighty, here we go!

The basis for my entire interpretation is one core idea: Lesley is using the world of DHMIS, which I’ll be calling the felt world hereafter, as a very unhelpful coping mechanism. I do not see her character as actively malicious; the felt world is simply born from her mind and influenced by both her desires and subconscious. Her trauma and grief is thus continuously spilling into and corrupting the felt world against her will, causing its oddness and comedically overkill levels of gore that we all know and love. But why is Lesley’s mind so darkened?

To start with the basics, Lesley was likely, once upon a time, just a human woman with a son called David. This is a pretty unanimous starting point amongst theorists and I see why! Lesley herself is the only (ambiguously) fully human-like character to exist in the felt world. If she’s not human, she’s at the very least live-action. Ergo, she's significant. She mentions a son, and her anger or pain in this moment certainly suggests grief to me. I have almost no doubt that Yellow Guy represents her son. The D on his overalls for David, the gravestone bearing this name, his car-crash dream, Lesley's fondness for him which perhaps we can connect to the fact he has never truly died on-screen in the manner of Duck and Red...

Judging from the Mulhoven dream, I believe that Yellow's human equivalent was a young adult moving to the village. To me, Mulhoven must have been the actual name of the place, since it’s just too…realistic and not funny or dark or a pun. It sounds like a real place you’d find here in England. I believe David moved sometime after university. I say this age-wise because Lesley seems frozen at one age (she’d have died of old age otherwise, with how time passes in the series), and if this is around the age she was when David died, then her age makes sense if he was 25-ish. Also, Charged Yellow Guy very much reads as an adult to me, and seems to know a lot about both academic and distinctly mature domestic topics such as insurance. Uncharged Yellow, then, represents a younger, child version of David. I'd say Lesley willingly keeps him uncharged because this way she can pretend he's still her helpless child.

So David was moving to Mulhoven, and possibly Lesley was worried or reluctant to see him go, as most mothers would be. The idealistic, 60s era kind of dream YG has suggests that David had a very positive view of the village, and also that he had grown up around the 60s-80s; his childhood shows spill into his reborn puppet self's dreams. Despite David’s enthusiasm, Lesley worried, and unfortunately her fears came true when David was hit by a car and likely killed when moving in. Judging by Lesley's actions, obsession with control, the sheer bloodiness of her mind state, and the fact her name is the reg plate of the Transport teacher who spends most of his screen time as a car, I believe she was visiting David (perhaps as a surprise or out of spontaneous worry, or just to help him move) and was the one who accidentally hit him.

I at first had no clue what the bird represents in YG’s dream, but now I theorise it was a pet he was chasing. A parting gift from Lesley, maybe? I think David must have had a fondness for birds, leading to Lesley making Duck just for him in the felt world. Duck is also his fave colour (green!) and Yellow Guy seems awfully attached to him, as if it were meant to be. At the start of the felt world, Lesley probably did intend for Duck and Red Guy to serve as Yellow's best friends...maybe the aforementioned trauma looming over her mind's creation has even infected them, breaking apart her intended dynamic and encouraging the two to mistreat YG. If Duck represents that runaway bird, the one thing Lesley could truly use as a scapegoat for David's death, then of course she hates him. Of course she torments him, subconsciously or consciously, throughout the series. Some part of her sees it as a sort of revenge.

There's also the idea that this is why Duck is inherently a bit of a jerk in the TV show...maybe he was never meant to be a best friend. Maybe Lesley actually put him in there to be a punching bag, meant to be hated and tortured, meant to relinquish her self-believed guilt. She might not have expected YG to like him; seems like Duck is almost predisposed to cruelty towards Yellow, after all. When he did like Duck, Lesley kept him around. This is an interesting idea but I think I like the former more; Duck is just modelled after something David loved and Lesley hates.

Anyway, all of this is why I think Duck’s head is pasted over the pet in the dream. Red is probably the neighbour in the dream either due to actually being a stand-in for one of David’s neighbours or because, well, when you spend every waking second of your puppet life with someone, their face is probably going to slip into your dreams!

(Note: I saw a theory that "don't hug me, I'm scared" could have been David's last words as he bled out and Lesley tried to hold him but couldn't. And, like, that's so insanely, horrifically sad that I can't NOT include it here?! It makes a lot of sense too! Lesley's grief is so overwhelming that it even determines the title of her coping mechanism styled after a show. She cannot escape it, even in the title of her fantasy world. Gosh...)

Now, what happened after David’s death?

Well, I don't like to think the show is just a metaphor...rather a physical thing with metaphorical elements? I think the human world preceding the felt world (so, their version of plain old reality) is not quite our human world, so I'm ignoring logic here. I believe that the people in the attic room above Lesley’s room are responsible, judging from their framed significance and how Lesley talks about them with a hint of fear in cut storyboard lines.

There’s a good chance these things initially reached out to Lesley as she grieved and made a sort of deal with her: she could play out her fantasies in a world made directly from/influenced by her brain and her wishes, so long as she gave her entire life for it. Lesley agreed, of course, and became what she is in the show. The process of becoming the puppetmaster of such a world has, in a sense, immortalised Lesley, preventing her from ageing and keeping her in a human-puppet hybrid body (hence her stitches and exposed stuffing…perhaps she’s been neglecting self-care) so she can play forever. Be with her new son forever. I also think the stitches and stuffing could be, alternatively, a sign she was injured or almost died in the same crash that killed her son. Why did the higher-up beings do this for Lesley, then? Give her all she wanted and potentially bring her back to life?

It’s a good question. Perhaps the higher-ups, whatever they are, are just looking for amusement. Maybe we can go comedically surreal and they're demonic types or monsters stealing her soul or whatever, haha. Realistically, I think that if they're ever revealed, they'll be the actual show creators from our real world...bit of meta and all that! The aforementioned storyboards really do imply that Lesley is afraid of them to an extent...so it's her world, yes, but even she is just "dancing in chains", trapped forever as the puppets are trapped. This explains her emotional instability too—really, it's a total miracle she's not WAY worse after being trapped in an attic playing with dead-son dolls for decades or even longer. Gosh.

Onto the webseries, yay! Now, I could just dismiss this whole thing and say it's a separate universe from the TV show, and that the TV series just uses the same characters in a different way. Sure. It is plausible. But between the references the TV show makes to the webseries and the fact that the DHMIS writers are actual geniuses and I love them, I think there must be a connection. Somehow. And I think the webseries is, in a sense, an earlier version of Lesley's playground. A version where the series had to be filmed to be broadcast to the higher-ups (see Creativity, and Computers’ ending with the filming sets), until Lesley later made a world where these higher-ups, whatever they are, could simply live in the house above the rest of the puppets and her, able to observe or control it all easily.

I also suppose the cameras could be Lesley’s way of watching over the lot of them even while she’s not there to keep a direct eye on things…!

So why isn’t Lesley in the webseries? Even if the true answer is just “her character wasn’t implemented until the TV series”, I still think this could work into my interpretation. For example, in the early days just after she had become the puppetmaster (so to speak), Lesley likely needed to experiment just as all writers and creators do. To me, the webseries represents a sort of early draft, one of the many, many versions of the show created by Lesley to test out the characters, their dynamics, et cetera. That’s why everything is so different in the TV show, when Lesley has more of a final product. The stories are longer, the house is more of a house, the characters are less (lovably!) one-note, and even little details like their voices and designs have shifted.

Perhaps Lesley had multiple versions of her test/early worlds running at once and couldn't possibly man them all with her singular brain–so she created Roy.

I think Roy is one of two things: he could be a slapped-together, makeshift dad character for YG to replace Lesley (explaining his very odd behaviour and appearance if he was a rush-job), meant to serve as the guardian of the webseries world. Or he could be a mean-spirited caricature of Lesley's (ex?)husband, again explaining his gross behaviour and comically sloppy appearance if she wasn't too fond of him. Either way, she left him in charge of one of her early/test felt worlds, abandoned it so she could test out some more, and expected this to go well. It, of course, didn't, because Roy was born purely from herself—her grief, pain and hatred. He's literally concentrated malice. This made him a HORRIBLE puppetmaster, and he completely wrecked the webseries world, turning it quickly into a cycle of torture and gore.

Worst of all in Lesley’s eyes, I’m sure, Roy even seems to hate Yellow. He punishes him for absolutely nothing, and does so endlessly. Is this how Lesley saw her husband, as a monster who mistreated their son, or is this just the result of her disturbed mind? Her own repressed hatred of Yellow? Not that she actually hates him, of course not, but I think everyone can think of something they hate even about the people they love the most. It never bothers us enough to counteract the goodness. Imagine, then, if that tiny feeling—that worm of hate—was enhanced and distorted and bloated in the form of a cruel new body, made purely from your negative emotions.

The fact this was an early draft sort of world also explains the puppet trio having less nuanced personalities and acting more like puppet-show archetypes. The silly kind main character, the eccentric smarty-pants (Stingy from LazyTown anyone? lol) and the cool sarcastic big-brother type. They didn't even seem to have much if any malice towards one another in those days. In fact, they seemed to get along remarkably well considering the circumstances. Duck, the biggest bastard from the TV series, is a total silly sweetheart in the webseries! The worst he does is gently yell at Yellow once. They were all so different back then. Whether Lesley rewrote their personalities for more depth by the time of the TV show, or her trauma again infected them all and deteriorated Red's initial aloof, unshakable confidence and Duck's former kindness and optimism…that’s another question, and either option fascinates me!

Now what about the realistic world filled with Red Guys? My explanation isn’t as deep as some out there, I’m afraid. I simply believe this is another fake layer of Roy’s felt world, meant to trick Red into thinking that was all there was out there beyond the house–Roy added it in simply to keep him in line if he ever escaped. Red got out quite unexpectedly, it appears, so perhaps Roy had to throw together the Red Guy world in a rush by copy-pasting Red’s uninterested and near emotionless default form a few dozen times. Our Red, who has had a fair bit of character development in the webseries, is by that point too enthusiastic for anything resembling his former selves. Roy may have known this and could have been trying to coax Red into returning to the felt world–that, or the Red world served as a bland punishment for escaping at all.

I think the dumpster from the TV series’ Transport is similar–a sort of safety net layer to the felt world, there to break the rebellious psyche of the puppets every time they try to get out or disobey. By convincing them that there’s nothing but darkness and boredom outside of the felt world, they are conditioned to accept their felt world; note how Red is suddenly okay with his surroundings after Transport.

Either that or they actually did escape successfully in Transport, but coincidentally ended up in a rubbish tip in the real world and, due to their forced naivete, assumed the entire world was like that. Before they could even explore and realise this wasn’t the case, Lesley took them home. It’s a remarkably sad thought…still, I do believe this was just another layer of Lesley’s fake world, especially since she was able to seemingly drag them all back into the felt world so easily. In this case, the protests of the teachers and the satnav could be read as either genuine (maybe Lesley panicked–does she lose control over the trio the further they get away?), a warning, or another level of manipulation. Either way, Lesley gets her puppets home, spirits were successfully broken. Unless, as others have suggested, Lesley left that lot to rot in the fake real world and replaced them with copies. I personally don’t believe so, but again, perfectly on-brand nightmare fuel!

Back to the RG world, this is why Red was so easily able to clip back into the felt world when he wanted to. The second he openly misses his friends and their life, bam, he’s in the felt world (or the transitional space between them!). It seems it was always waiting for him to give up on his dreams and return to it. That’s also, presumably, how he could contact the other two via their phone–their worlds were just a skin away from one another. This is similar to how, in the TV series, Lesley shoots down their individual hopes of having a family outside of the trio with even more illusions/fake worlds (the RG photoshoot could be a recycled RG world), and completely shatters their hope in Transport, even if this was not all intentional. It’s all her subconscious working hard to keep everything in check…

Thinking about it, Roy seems, in this webseries, to have inherited mainly Lesley’s dark side and her obsession with control (which we can assume has loosened slightly by the TV show—maybe she thinks it’s more interesting if they have slightly heightened free will?), which explains his actions quite clearly. It explains why the teachers he sends are so cruel and quick to shut down anything that goes against them, for one. Whilst Lesley in the TV series only has loose control over the characters, likely because she likes it this way by that point, Roy is utterly hellbent on control, control, control. He literally has a control panel to summon the teachers and even Duck, suggesting he had Duck backups but simply didn’t want to use them since Duck was causing him trouble. Going with the second layer of meaning, this feeds the extended metaphor of art: a lot of creators will put too much emphasis on control and perfection before realising that, sometimes, you have to let things breathe in order to see them flourish; I think this is the lesson Lesley has learnt by the time of the TV series.

Roy, however, was unable to learn; he was a thoughtless vessel for misery. Perhaps he realised that he had screwed up the world he was in charge of. Perhaps Lesley at last watched the footage or checked in and was furious. Roy had, after all, put Yellow, Lesley’s favourite, in harm’s way again and again without mercy. I believe this situation, of being guilty or found out, is why Roy encouraged Red to pull the plug on their world and end the entire thing in what I can only compare to suicide. Hence the webseries’s ending—the trio we know has died, and the new world is just another one of Lesley’s created worlds for testing. She’s just switching up the designs this time, possibly as an apology for Roy’s behaviour—Lesley could be testing out a softer version of her world to see how it’ll go, unaware that her subconscious will make it all bleed and cry again, inevitably. Unfortunately, by the time of the TV series, Lesley has both perfected her formula and made it harsher. No more favourite coloured flesh for you guys!!!

On this topic, what exactly is that void with the control panel? It seems to show up again in Electricity, full of corpses and unused teachers, like some dump. I interpret this as a sort of beta/testing ground which connects every single felt world and loop Lesley has created. There’s a version of Duck dead on the floor and a television playing a seemingly happier version of him, likely both left over from other loops or test worlds.

There’s also some webseries teachers, abandoned and possibly waiting to be repurposed as kinder versions, as Lesley has already clearly done with the lamp, Colin and Tony. The meat guy seems to still be off his head and potentially dangerous, so we can assume he hasn’t been rewritten yet. It does seem like Lesley is actively making an effort to have nicer, safer teachers now. Well, at least kinder to Yellow.

The briefcase doesn’t directly hurt ANYONE unless you count the coin (and this is very likely allowed by Lesley because she seemingly hates Duck anyway lol), the coffin tries to get rid of Duck which Lesley probably sees as a kindness, then the lamp is a little odd but calm and sweet, and he at least attempts to be comforting…

The train is also harmless and probably one of Lesley’s earliest creations pulled out for the unscheduled, emergency lesson, judging by his age, condition and the fact that transport is like a comedically common theme for kids’ show episodes. If Time Child is a Lesley creation then he probably would have genuinely let the puppets have fun too. Then at last, Electracey is the most obviously kind of the whole lot–she’s downright adorable in her sweetness, and when she hurts Yellow it is quite obviously without any intent to harm.

The only teachers we can’t pinpoint as Lesley’s creations are the twins and Warren due to their designs and particularly odd behaviour. This may explain why they are the most actively malicious; they could be things Lesley accidentally created, due to her mind forcing dark, dangerous things into the felt world as a result of her emotional and mental state. As we see the twins in the dream sequence of Transport, it’s highly possible that they were Lesley and David’s actual relatives and the puppet versions are how Lesley’s mind remembers them or distorts them through her grief and slipping sanity. As for Warren…erm, no clue. He feels like he just wandered on set. My only guess is that he’s some side character gone rogue but Lesley found the scenario interesting enough to keep, haha!

So returning to the void…this explains the arts and crafts mess going on there. Lesley’s mind is processing the props she has and making new things too, ready to drop them into the world when needed. This is also why the intro scene fridge is the star of the famous fridge scene, rather than the kitchen fridge—this void is where Lesley keeps the parts needed for the intro sequence, ready to pop them out whenever a new “episode” starts. Because the void is a nothing space, a big waiting room, the characters are thrown here when the lights go out and she can’t watch them. They are likewise suddenly no longer confined to Lesley’s rules.

Note that every single scene in the entire show is either somewhat funny or somewhat disturbing. Now, the fridge scene could be read as slightly funny at a stretch, but it’s honestly just…unapologetically sweet. It is clear that this can only happen in the darkness, away from Lesley, away from the show, away from the rules. RG and Duck are literally breaking the rules of their very existence here. Plus, Electricity is almost objectively one of the most well-made DHMIS episodes. Every minute of the episode is crucial and well-spent, filled with fast-paced jokes, character exploration, huge lore reveals. Every second is timed and precious. They wouldn’t waste that precious thirty seconds on the fridge scene unless it would make the audience really laugh (it doesn’t), disturb them (it doesn’t)...or unless it was very significant. I’m sure you can guess where I lean! The emotional weight of the first fully emotional moment in the entire six episode series cannot be overstated, and it says a lot about how Lesley’s influence usually keeps the characters cruel and lonely and in pain, even though she likely doesn’t mean to do this to them. Without her, they can break down their walls so quickly.

Lesley’s influence going against her will is something we see again and again, actually. Her name is subtly slapped onto surface after object in this show, from the transport teacher’s reg to the credits of Grolton and Hovris. To me this again is suggesting the absolute influence her troubled mind is having on the felt world beyond her control, stamping her name on everything, even things which cause pain or confusion, as if to subconsciously confess to the world her shame and guilt. It’s good to note that the mention of Lesley in the Grolton credits claim she’s the script editor, which to me could be read as symbolism for her entire role in the TV series—she’s not really causing everything, more guiding and supervising and, well, editing what’s there.

Lesley just lets her teachers loose, sees where it goes, then edits the “script” that plays out in her own way through censoring and resetting if she doesn’t like the turnout. I doubt Lesley wants the trio to know about her influence, so the fact her name and even her face appear so often regardless again implies her mind is expressing her feelings of guilt and responsibility, maybe even in a cry for help…? I imagine a part of her wants to be free from the chains she and the trio are locked into together forever. I doubt she’s allowed to leave or die.

Then of course, as I’ve mentioned previously, my theory is that all the dark features of the show are unavoidable, unremovable effects of Lesley’s subconscious; her pain leaks into every aspect of her fantasy world even as she attempts to drown it out in bright colours and cheerful songs. I like to think her grasp on this has improved since the webseries, considering the very slightly less nightmarish existence the trio face now, but clearly she’s unable to get rid of this darkness. Food becomes disgusting piles of raw meat, reminding us of dead bodies. Grieving is rendered a parody—a funeral service describing David so very inaccurately, strangers mourning, offering food, offering replacements, when all Lesley wanted was David back…and “David” stays in the coffin, awake the whole episode, not unlike Yellow Guy’s existence now akin to a reanimated corpse. Everything, inherently horrible or sweet and innocent, is filtered through the same dark screen of unresolved trauma. The puppets are desensitised, and so is Lesley. How could they not be after seemingly endless loops?

Hang on. How long has this cycle been going, then? It’s one of my most burning questions. Personally, I believe the series as we have seen it takes place in the actual real-world present (2011-2022 so far) but Lesley has made it so her world, the felt world, won’t move or change. Likewise, she is immortal in this state. So she’s playing out a very weird, modern-blended version of the fifties or sixties while the world has moved on. Despite this, Lesley clearly knows about media and inventions that came out much later, so maybe she didn’t create the world until like a few decades after David died. Or, maybe, she can still see the human world…maybe even travel between it and her own.

Now, I don’t think David necessarily died in the fifties or sixties—I think this was more likely just a time in his childhood if we continue to say he was in his 20s or at a stretch early 30s when he died. This also explains why YG was like 40 then 50 in the pilot, although of course this was scrapped. Also explains why Duck is implied to be 31 in Time—that’s way too specific of a badge number to just be whatever they could grab at the last minute in Card Factory. Unless their weirdly specific ages are just another little running joke, which I’d appreciate too. Still, if we take it seriously, it adds up! Duck and Red were probably created a few years after YG in order to give him someone to talk to. Unless he’s older than them because he’s kept in a somewhat young body which Lesley counted as his age from the first loop, thus making him technically older than the other ones…

Ouch, my brain. I’m not the one to talk about this; I failed my maths GCSE.

Still, I think it makes sense! And I think this is why YG is trapped as a sort of half-adult half-child (I’m saying this an autistic girl, please don’t get mad…), and why Lesley keeps his batteries low and gross so he’ll forever be similar to a child. Also so he will never be able to figure out how to escape, if there is a way. I get the feeling that he cannot simply be replaced like Duck and seemingly Red…he’s more valuable to Lesley either way, because he’s her mind’s direct recreation of her son in puppet form. Or if you want to go the weird demon deal kind of route, YG actually contains his soul? I don’t know, hehe.

I think Lesley originally had him on full power batteries, but realised his awareness was difficult to deal with so let him run dry from then on, again exerting the small level of indirect control she allows herself over him. Under this assumption, we again can say that Charged Yellow represents adult David who moved away from Lesley and tried to make his own life before he was killed. I also believe this because he keeps the traits he has as Uncharged Yellow-–he’s sweet, caring even towards Electracey, and very curious, implying these are innate qualities. When charged, he just gains the ability to do something with this curiosity and articulate his thoughts. He really does read like a grown-up, freshly uni-educated Yellow Guy. Perhaps this level of human-inspired compassion is what prevents him from fitting in with Big and Bigger Duck/Red, who are constructs of Lesley who have been “enlightened” in the wrong ways—they have gained knowledge but lost their hearts. They can be filled with book-smarts artificially, but not with emotion or compassion; this can only be something they learn on their own outside of the spotlight, like in the fridge scene. It is not something Lesley can give them.

See, people joke about Lesley being a FluffyBird shipper and. Yes actually, that makes a lot of sense, and I’m totally serious! Though she definitely prefers YG and seems to dislike Duck to some extent, or at least neglect him, she often pairs him off with Red for the stories she gets the teachers to kickstart. This could be so she gets to observe Yellow on his own, or could be a natural consequence of her seeming fondness for isolating YG in general–the other two end up stuck together in the wake of this, so inevitably bond a little. It does seem like Lesley encourages this, fueling Duck’s subtle obsession with Red in the process—if we think darkly, perhaps this is another a way to torture Duck even more, since Red is comparatively aloof with him and seems to prefer Yellow most of the time. How sad…

Oh, and speaking of sad duck things, I think I’d be remiss not to cover Silly Sad Duck, that freaky little bonus track on the official album! I only just discovered it and it’s driving me bananas in the best way because I’m a huge Duck fan and any insight into his character makes me scream. To be blunt, I think this track is meant to be Duck being tormented by Roy or one of the teachers, either as he lays in the hospital bed all drugged up, or when he’s already been eaten and returned to the void. Note this void also seems to be stretching into the world in the ending of Electricity unless that’s just a visual metaphor for the loop or the transitions between loops…agh my head hurts…

ANYWAY this track really demonstrates just how much Roy hates Duck—again, if he was created from Lesley’s darker emotions, this makes sense if she hates him too. Duck is being relentlessly mocked for missing his friends, called silly…and his “voice” is so distorted. It sounds like a purposefully bad impression. To me it feels like he’s being controlled to speak and thus add to the mockery of himself, or he’s utterly drugged off his head, or the teacher/Roy is mimicking his voice to make fun of him. And then the ending…who is that?

My guesses: the cans coming to suck his guts out, the other two here to reunite for the new-colour loop or the TV show or some other loop, or maybe even just a teacher or Roy coming to torture him some more. This entire song establishes Duck’s love for his friends, even though he finds it tricky to express, and all in a way where he is mocked and belittled for daring to love. This is, like, insanely hate-fuelled mockery. There’s a quote from that one interview where Duck says he loves whoever loves him back. At his core, he is fuelled by love tied with ego. And both are being ridiculed in this track. This makes me a sad duck too.

To explain why I think this voice represents or even is Roy…well, that voice is just how I imagine Roy’s human equivalent would have sounded really…it’s a pretty similar accent to Lesley after all. They seem kind of posh, which makes Yellow’s Yorkshire-y accent even funnier. I say Yorkshire because I’m from there, but it’s probably more vaguely Northern? Just so noticeably distinct from Lesley’s.

I think I’ve covered most of my major points! AKA, gushing about this show because it’s my favourite thing ever made EVER! I could gush forever, so I’ll have to stop myself now.

Right then, to wrap this up, here’s a loose order of events I’ve constructed based on my interpretation…

One. David, Lesley’s son is hit by a car and dies. Either soon after this happens or some years later, she is given the power to watch over and, to some degree, control a world with a puppet version of him and his new puppet companions. Lesley begins experimenting with different versions of the world; drafts, so to speak, testing the power of her creations.

Two. The webseries. This follows one of the worlds Lesley created, left in the very incapable hands of Roy, who is a puppet caricature of her husband with very little human emotion beyond malice. Roy tortures the puppets instead of watching over and guiding them as Lesley intended him to do. Impatient, he ends up booting Red and Duck the second they question things: he kills Duck (and does this torturously, keeping him alive on a blood bag as his guts are removed) and throws Red out into a fake world. When Roy or Lesley decides this world is a failure, Roy encourages Red to destroy it by pulling their plug, and another loop begins.

Three. The pilot. Though scrapped, the pilot is still oddly canon since Clayhill is mentioned to have disappeared in Transport. We can assume that Lesley had been experimenting, but was ultimately unhappy with the tone or characters of Clayhill and decided to destroy it to try something closer to her original concepts. If I were Lesley I would have kept the horrible bowling ball joke though

Four. The TV series. It seems as if Lesley is at last satisfied with her creation, at least for the time being, and keeps the loop going in this one world contained in one funny pink house. In this world, Lesley is physically close to the puppets to keep a watchful eye directly over them. She seems to be having a problem with them gaining self-awareness, especially Yellow Guy, who actually meets her over and over. Still, this just continues in an endless loop, never going anywhere. Memories are dissolved as soon as they form, characters are reset like clockwork, and nothing ever changes. Lesley seems content, though it’s difficult to tell…

All done! Wow, if you read this far, you’re a star!!!!!!! THANK YOU <3

For those interested, I also have an in-depth Big/Bigger Boys analysis not too far back (I haven’t posted in a while!) and a handful of questionable fanfics which use my interpretations and slip into character analysis on my AO3 :D

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As a "fun" design exercise I decided to mess with the Hazbin characters' designs... Not really "redesigns," but more so "refined-designs"-- Keeping their overall look or "essence" while trying to simplify them and clean up their colour palettes, as well as making sure they all look distinct from one another.

I tried to stick close to the original's style but I couldn't help using thick lines, lol. Along with the simplified shapes, it gives them an early 2000s cartoon vibe I think.

For the colours I tried giving them more unique palettes, as well as making sure that they had enough contrast (the colour value of this show tends to be... not great). Also the lineup at the bottom isn't my final selection, it's just a selection to get a better idea of how they all might look together side-by-side.

Eh, tell me what you think. I could keep editing these but like, I'm tired of looking at them lol. More info on each design (plus a speedpaint) under the cut. It gets wordy, sorry.

Charlie: Not much to say besides she needs more contrast in her colours. I changed her shirt to the same colour as her corneas (yellow) so it doesn't blend in with her skin. I wish her eyes were still black (not only does it bring better attention to her face, but it works better with the idea that she's a doll-- yknow, painted on eyes? Does that make sense lol). In retrospect, maybe it would've been good to try some browns with her colours? Idk. I kept her red since she's the princess of Hell, and Hell's main colour seems to be red. Oh also, I gave her some lines on her face and hands just to make her look more like a puppet/doll. The rest of her body would have the same kind of joints/segments.

Vaggie: Ok I know her hair technically looks more moth-like in her og redesign but... it just seems like too much? Yknow? It's kind of outrageous. Idk how well my solution works but I tried simplifying it. I simplified her bow as well and made her stockings more like leggings. Her X-eye now hides behind her hair. Her gloves are shorter. Also I took away that thing around her waist that.... seems to be a different colour than everything else??? Idk what's up with that. Sorry I took away her feet. I tried out some blue and purple with her, I think it looks nice. Only thought about keeping the red bow because I thought maybe it'll match her with Charlie. Also sorry I took away her boobs 💀💀💀

Angel Dust: So unsure about how I drew him... Specifically, his 2nd set of arms looks so floppy and tacked on, and his legs... Idk I'm not great at digitigrade legs but I'm pretty sure that's officially what kind of legs he has. His head is weird. I think I got the idea of giving him big feet from Meppity's redesign video (her redesigns are some of my faves). I took away his bowtie because... too many of these guys have bowties, and he already has a choker too. Also I had the funny idea of all the Hotel employees wearing bowties/bows of some sort, and Angel is a patron but not an employee... Anyway. Kept his gold tooth to link him to Val (who also has a gold tooth), and kept the dots under his eyes since I THINK they're supposed to be representative of his spider eyes? They can be taken away if need be, though. His gloves don't go all the way up and kind of look like dish-washing gloves again but, the way his gloves go all the way up and his sleeves go into them... it just looks so weird to me. Idk, maybe I should've just given him shorter sleeves, or even no sleeves at all 🤔 And honestly I still have no idea what's going on with his pants. Are they short-shorts? Underwear? Didn't change them anyway. For the colours, I made sure all his gloves were the same colour (still don't know WHY they decided to make his 2nd set not only a different colour, but the SAME colour as his skin/fur????). Turned down the saturation on his hot-pink, and gave his right eye the light pink instead of that almost-black colour (still kept his eyes different colours because I remember seeing a really old sketch page of Angel that insinuated that there was a reason for his eye being black). Made some of the darker parts straight-black just because I've been using that in all the other character's palettes, but this can be changed to his almost-black colour. Also tried a more purple palette to get away from all the pink, kinda really like it.

Alastor: I originally tried his coat with coattails, but wasn't sure about it and made it the original shape. Took away his monocle because fuck that it's unnecessary and clutters his face. Made his antlers bigger. Swapped out his shirt collar to be like the one Charlie's og redesign has, because the way it goes all the way up like that gets on my nerves? Idk maybe I just don't know anything about fashion design but it doesn't scream 30's-suit to me. You could probably take away the collar, though. I wanted to try a lot of darker colours for his palette since he's like... kinda the bad guy. Dark colours would work well for him. I'm worried about his arms getting lost in the black of his coat, but that's why his cuffs and hands are a different colour. Really wanted to give him more than just red so I spread out the yellow of his teeth; I like how it looks for his shirt, it also works well with his eyes to draw you towards his face. I also tried to (again) lessen the saturation of his reds and pushed them more towards orange to better match the yellow. Kept all the brighter colours to his upper body to keep your eyes there, too.

Husk: I think Husk was one of my least favorite designs when the pilot came out because he's a real mess of detail. His wings are the worst. His redesign isn't much better (like dawg why's he got these random-ass hearts everywhere). Simplified his wings to just have some circles and rounded shapes. Kept some heart shapes (like his nose, bowtie, and paws) but added a couple diamond shapes, too (mainly his suspender buttons and the shape of his white chest-fur). Really wanted to have more blatant club and spade shapes too (to add to the poker theme), but didn't want it to get crowed and decided the rest of the rounded and heart shapes worked well enough. Made his eyebrows shorter and more square-shaped. Didn't have many ideas for colours but knew that I wanted to try some oranges and yellows. Made his eyebrows a darker colour, and changed his eyes to yellow corneas with black pupils. Stands out more that way, I think.

Niffty: Did you know her name is spelled with two Fs? I didn't. I don't like it... Anywayyyy. Swirled her hair a little more, and took the yellow streak out. Added some fluff under her dress just to match her apron. Kept the dots on her shirt (though there are only two now instead of three) because I'm assuming it'll make sense later (like idk maybe she was shot to death and that's what they represent), but I wonder if you can take those away for a cleaner design? Gave her more rounded shapes. I said before that all the Hotel employees would have bows/bowties of some sort for these designs: Niffty's would be her handkerchief (yknow, it's tied into a bow in the back? That works right...? Eh.) I took away her cheekmarks 1) to clear up her face and 2) to make Charlie's cheek marks seem more unique and doll-like. For Niffty's colours, I (again) turned down the saturation on her pink. I wanted to try using some green and purple on her, since her inspirations include B-movie aliens and the song One-Eyed, One-Horned, Flying Purple People Eater. Tried using different colours for her skin, since a lot of characters in Hazbin have white skin, and for Niffty specifically I think the white skin along with her white apron dries-out her look (if that makes sense?) Though I do agree her having yellow skin is NOT good if she really does end up being Japanese. I think pink skin works well for her, though. Oh! And again, it helps make Charlie's design more unique with her white skin, making her seem more porcelain. I made Niffty's eyes yellow like her teeth, and then used the same colour for her apron to unify the palette.

Cherri: Ok Cherri's design was my ABSOLUTE least favorite from the pilot, too many senseless details I HATE her ripped pants. So hard to look at. Idk if you noticed in the time lapse but I had to re-sketch Cherri because 1) her pose was too similar to Niffty's (I was making their poses similar to their official art) and 2) her hair was giving me trouble... I kinda hate how her hair hovers to the side like that? Tried re-shaping her hair and now it looks like she uses a TON of hairspray or something, lol. Took away her tattoo but kept her freckles. Took away the skirt thing(?) she's got on her pants. Took the symbol off her shirt, but added an X to her pants (can be taken away, though). Simplified the rips on her pants to just be ripped knees. put a heel on her left shoe so she doesn't look unbalanced/uncomfortable. Made her gloves shorter. For colours, I again took away her white skin for the same reason I took away Niffty's white skin (less "dried out" palette and makes Charlie look more unique/porcelain). Afaik Cherri's not Asian so yellow skin could work for her, though I also tried green skin. Since one of her themes is cherries I wanted to use reds, pinks, greens, and blacks. I tried some green for her clothes (and again her skin), and also turned some of her pinks more red. Made her hair darker for more contrast, and tried using some red for her hair instead of pink (I like the pink hair, but again... red like cherries). In general her colour palette was the hardest to figure out but I think I found some interesting things.

Sir Pentious: Sir Pent was my 2nd least-favorite pilot design by only a little 🤏. It's all his eyes. He's very hard to look at. I took away all the eyes on his tail, and turned down the saturation on the rest of the eyes EXCEPT the ones on his face (maybe I should have just made those reds much different colours, but it still looks a lot better with just the saturation down). Took away his stupid-ass goggles and made the face on his hat a lot simpler (combined the mouth with the hat band; it can still emote btw). Replaced his bowtie with... *quick google search* A jabot? It's supposed to be a jabot I think. I think that's what it's called. More 1700s than 1800s, but eh. Maybe I should've given him *quick google search* a cravat maybe??? Eh, eh, not a fashion expert but anyway. I thickened his mid-section so it eases into his tail better because, the way it is in the official design it always made him look like a slug to me? I looks too... squishy. Banana-slug-lookin' ass Also took away his red-tipped claws and made them straight black. For his colours, I think the grey and yellow works for him already, though I do wanna see how he'd look with more green or blue. Most of what I did colour-wise was the eyes, but also his suit; still grey, but trying both darker colours and pushing it more towards blue and purple. I wonder if I made his skin a little too dark? Is it kinda hard to see his features? Idk. Idk how I feel about these colours. Bleh.

#illustration #character design #hazbin hotel #hazbin critical #redesign #csp #clip studio paint #fanart #fan art #veez art

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sugarsnappeases · 20 days

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actually. whats your 1. favorite food 2. favorite drink (hot and cold) 3. favorite color

hiiiiii (assuming this is just you double checking w the knowledge you already have in ur (our) brain)

1. okay pretty much every single day when i’m home from uni i have a toastie with pesto, mozzarella and tomato so i reckon that’s probs pretty high on the list (i don’t have a toastie maker, or the money for mozzarella when i’m at uni lol so i have to stock up when i get home). my fave food for when i am at uni tho is probs the falafel wraps that you can get from the little kebab vans that come out at night they’re so fucking delicious and the main reason i ever go out clubbing is just to get one on the way home

2. aaa this is a good question bc i am not much of a hot drink enjoyer so i would probs just say like. tea. for a hot drink OH or maybe a chai latte i had one yesterday they’re such good vibes… for cold drinks i think depends on the vibe, like alcohol-wise i’ve recently become an avid red wine drinker (in fact i’m a tad red wine tipsy as i type this) but i’ve also recently been really craving like a nice crisp apple juice idk

3. my fave colour is either pink or red sorry to be indecisive!! but also if you could see me in person (once again lamenting the fact that we can’t hang out all the time) you would know that i own an absurd amount of pink shirts and like half my central accessories are red oh and i also have my precious darling hot pink gogo boots and also my hair tends to oscillate between like varying shades of brown and either red or pink mostly red…. i also quite like orange. i’m wearing an orange jumper rn

anyway that was a lot of rambling but love you!!

#ask games #will to my hannibal

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lasenbyphoenix · 1 year

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DMBJ Men : Who Wore It Better? 20th Polliversary Fun Facts.

With the recent closing of the 20th edition of my DMBJ Men : Who Wore It Better? polls, I created a post on the stats of the winners (can be found here) , and I thought I'd also share some facts about the series as a whole!

This was the picture that started it all, (Xiao Yuliang, entry for Ponytail edition, part 1) inspiring me to think of all of the ponytails I've seen on our DMBJ faves and seeing as polls were a new and fun thing going around, the first poll edition was created.

In the 20 editions of DMBJ Men : Who Wore It Better? since then, there have been 58 individual polls and a grand total of 3,542 votes cast!

Most Votes

Ponytails edition, part 2 was the individual poll with the most votes - a grand total of 140! (below: Liu Chang, winner of Ponytails edition, part 2)

Frequent Fliers

Zhu Yilong (above: winner of Smiles edition, part 1) has been in every category except for Hair Colour and has the most wins overall (13 wins), and Zhang Mingen (above: winner of Sleeveless edition, part 3) has been in every category except for White/Silver Wigs and has the most entries overall (22 entries)!

Sha Hai Sweep

Canon Leather was a category inspired by the tags of @xcziel and @foxofninetales, and when presented to the crowd our leather-clad faves from Sha Hai won 4 out of 5 polls!

Below: Canon Leather winners Wu Xie, Hei Xiazi, Zhang Rishan & Sun Nan (in red).

The Lost Tomb Reboot

The Lost Tomb Reboot actors are proving to be crowd favourites whenever they appear, showing in the following stats:

Zhu Yilong (above: winner of Republican Era Fashion edition, part 1) with 19 entries, has won 13 and placed second in another 2.

Chen Minghao (above: winner of Classic Black Suit edition, part 2), with 8 entries has won 4 and placed second in 3.

Liu Chang (above: winner of Hair Colour edition, part 2) with 16 entries, has won 6 and placed second in another 7.

Underappreciated

The actors with the most entries and no wins thus far are : Hou Minghao - 15 entries (above: entry for Wet edition, part 2), Bai Shu - 14 entries (above: entry for Hair Colour edition, part 1) & Jing Boran - 12 entries (above: entry for Bling edition, part 2).

Edit: Hou Minghao has now won poll 21, Stripes edition, part 1!

The Longest Wait

William Chan had the most entries before winning a category - 17 entries (above: winner of Hoodie edition, part 3, tied with Ying Haoming).

Hardest Choices

While you as voters have certainly let me know how hard it can be sometimes to choose who to vote for, in order to create each poll I've got to choose one entry per actor which at times is just as hard to decide.

Did you know that Liu Xueyi is sleeveless as often as Waer is, and Hou Minghao is sleeveless even more so?

Did you know that Ying Haoming and Ji Xiaobing wear the most turtlenecks out of all the cast?

Do you know how many cosy sweaters Zhu Yilong has worn????

All of the above pictures are ones that didn't make the cut. So if you've ever thought that I was torturing you by asking you to choose, maybe it'll be some solace to know that I tortured myself first.

If anyone wants to know anything else about the past polls or results, has thoughts to share or categories to suggest, my inbox is open!

#dmbj men : who wore it better?#creating these polls is a fun excuse to look through folders full of pretty men #and a way to still engage with our lovely fandom community when social anxiety makes that hard #thanks to everyone who joined in the voting

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niamh-sims · 6 months

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Get to know you- Sims Style

@clouseplayssims tagged me. I only play TS2 (never played TS1, only briefly played TS3 and only played TS4 for about 5 mins), so all answers pertain to TS2!

What’s your favorite Sims death?

Death by Old age. I live my Sims to live a long and fulfilled life. But, playing medieval, my more common deaths are 'death by childbirth' (mod), 'death by starvation', and 'death by fire'!

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

In my medieval game, I use alpha CC. All Maxis items are hidden, so my game is pretty much 100% CC.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

No. My sims start off either 'average' or 'overweight', and how they change is up to them in game. (Can weight even be cheated in TS2?)

Do you move objects?

All the time!

Favorite Mod?

So many! But my absolute faves are the @sunmoon-starfactory suite of sets. They add so much to historical game play, and I would never be happy playing without them!

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

I purchased TS2 discs going back to 2006.... I can't even remember the first EP/SP I purchased. I do remember hanging out for the release of Seasons though, and rushing to the shop to buy it after uni classes finished for the day!

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

Live like aLIVE. However, the arguments for live like LIVing are pretty persuasive. You build in build move, and live in live mode!

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

I love the Sims I'm making for my Elder Scrolls 'hood. Current fave would have to be Wylandriah, a Bosmer elder!

Have you made a simself?

Never. I'm still on the fence about that one. I do find it a little weird putting other Simselves in my game.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Red. I'm partial to gingers IRL. I do use Pooklet colours though, and my fave Pooklet reds are Explosive & Pyrotechnic.

Favorite EA hair?

None of them?! They are all hidden in my game and I use CC.

Favorite life stage?

I am really partial to toddlers and children.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Both! I love neighborhood decorating, building lots, worldbuilding, and playing. Currently still rebuilding my DL folder, and can't wait to get back to building and then playing my Elder Scrolls neighborhood!

Are you a CC creator?

Not at all. I have done a few basic recolours, and I can edit objects very primitively in SimPE. I would love to learn, but lack the time and patience!

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

Not really. There are quite a few Simmers I chat to, either via email, Tumblr DM's or Discords.

Do you have any sims merch?

No.

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

No.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I started with a mish-mash of CC I found on the exchange. Then, started on LJ and fell in with An_nas and Penny Sims, and became very Maxis Match. Then, drifted toward grunge (I miss my grungified Baskerville, it was spectacular!). Then, I took a few years away from Simming and came back fully committed to historical gameplay. My Elder Scrolls 'hood is my 'anything goes' hood, with supernaturals. I also plan an Anglo-Saxon 'hood set in the 800's, and an Anglo-Norman 'hood set in the 1300's. They will both be more 'historically accurate' within the confines of the game.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

@sunmoon-starfactory, followed by Almighty Hat. there are so many others I love though!

How long have you had Simblr?

My first post was on 26th October 2015!

How do you edit your pictures?

I use Photoshop... Crop, unsharp mask, add border, occasionally add lens flare. I might use a filter if I can find one I like.

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?

Seasons.

Tagging @helene2troie, @12raben, @simbury (If you want to do it!)

#ts2 #askgame

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fruitybashir · 27 days

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okay, gonna infodump about The Wiggles again for a second sorry this is so very long. (also sorry about the links not being clickable. I hope you can copy-paste them as tumblr didn't like linking them but I've also given you the title of each video if you want to look it up yourself. Also I hope they aren't region-locked.)

this is my fave song that I grew up with of theirs that I can so imagine Bojan singing to kids and also the music vid reminds me of Umazane Misli only cause they're like dancing in a studio and look like idiots which is great. This is one of their first songs/ music vids so they don't have their uniforms yet (they all get a specific colour that they wear and are identified with which really helps kids to go "I like the blue wiggle" or "I like the red wiggle").

(video title: Get Ready To Wiggle - Original Music Video, 1991 - The Wiggles)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JItfH1PZAs

For the audience participation idea you mentioned like UM karaoke, The Wiggles actually did do this!! one of the members (named Jeff) had it as a character thing he was always sleepy/tired so he would 'fall asleep' during their shows and they would have to get all the kids to scream "Wake up Jeff!" to wake him up. They did it cause Jeff was I think the shyest out of them and they wanted to give him a way to interact with the kids more. Here's this interview where he talks about it a bit and the band in general that's just really good/sweet and shows the band more and Jeff specifically.

(video title: Why purple Wiggle Jeff Fatt handed over the reins | Throwback)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJNWA_aBVHY

this is their most iconic song called Fruit Salad which like everyone knows at least some of and you have to watch to get the idea of their music.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYYGD56CxTw

and just as another thing of how iconic they are one of our big radio stations here is called Tripple J and they have a thing called Like a Version where people come and do live covers of songs. They have some really big and famous musicians do it and the covers are often really good.

Anyway The Wiggles have changed and added members a few times by now but they did have at least 3 og members (plus some new peeps) do a cover of a Tame Impala song and they incorporated Fruit Salad into the song which was just so iconic of them

(video title: The Wiggles cover Tame Impala 'Elephant' for Like A Version)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a13WnqsRc5g

(that radio station also has a song contest thing called The Hottest 100 every year where everyone votes for their fave song. I believe that cover did really really well, like it either won or was in the top 10)

there's so much info about them if you're interested but something I think is really cute is they're called The Wiggles because "that's how children dance".

anyway their wikipedia page is good if you wanna read about their history and stuff in more detail. I think it's interesting.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wiggles

anyway sorry for the super long post/rant/thing about something very random but they're a really important group here and they mean so much to me and many others and the idea of Bojan in your fic just fits so well with them. once again sorry for the wall of text/infodump but I hope you find it interesting maybe!

(also I love your fic a lot and daycare dad Bojan has wormed his way into my heart which is why I got so excited to talk about The Wiggles)

omg i loooove this little-not-so-little infodump <3333 i dont really have anything clever to add bc im with company so my thoughts keep getting interrupted by someone talking to me but OFC i know fruit salad and also that audience participation thing sounds so funny and cute fr 🥺🥺💖

i kinda fucked myself over with making bojan work in daycare in this fic bc now i cant stop thinking about himmmm goddd. maybe i DO have to write a short bonus scene of the band performing for the kids. or something. anything. i need more bojan with kids 😩💖💖💖💖

#inbox #hazzybat #sorry for the late reply but a friend has come home over easter two days ago and hes living with us rn and we're just #talking and talking and talking and hanging out and its FUN but also i have a dead limit on conversation per day so my texting and replying #to people has been cut a liiiiittle short #my writing as well but thats fine bc now i have a little extra time to write the next chapter so thats 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

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stepswordsen · 1 year

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JuAli WIP doodles

So, I'm just gonna post my old JuAli doodles from November ~ April. Obsessed with them. I've been thinking about them non-stop. Judar is wearing traditional Chinese hanfu in these :)

Here's my JuAli doodles for now <3 They're pretty messy, so I'll put them under the cut. Also I'm putting my thought rambles under the cut too. They’re snippets of thoughts I had, including ones with friends, feel free to read them if you’re curious!

Some rambles

I was considering whether I should post my JuAli doodles since I usually prefer to keep my art account for finished arts only, but I wanted to show my love for them. I still have to refine and redraw these tbh, but I'm excited to work on these in the future!

I also didn’t know whether to post these rambles under my art or make a new post on my side blog. Well. It’s going here now. I’ll post the rest of my sketches and another rambles in another post

The first two Judar in hanfu doodles are some of my fave drawings ever. I really want to finish this one soon...

I think Judar has red eyeliner in the manga, and the Magi anime has Judar's eyeshadow as purple? In Ohtaka's coloured arts, it looks like a more saturated red colour to me.

I like Judar with red eyeliner/eyeshadow like how Ohtaka colours in the manga. I like how the colours pop and the contrast against his design, and how it matches his red eyes. Also cuz black and red are his image/representative colours to me anyways

I want Judar to wear black, white, red, and gold hanfu... I’ve also been looking into hanfu earrings for him. I'm thinking of red and gold. I want him to have red eyeliner and black painted fingernails.

Also, in the future, I'd also like to draw Desi inspired Alibaba wearing kurta with churidar!

Some thoughts on JuAli

I love how my friends described them as besties and one-sided enemies/worsties dynamic (from Judar’s end lmfao), it’s soooo funny. I feel like they’d have a sort of Love-Hate relationship at first, like when you hate someone so much it’s love...

My friend mentioned that because Alibaba is so different and the complete opposite of him, it makes sense he doesn’t understand it, but it only shows that he’s curious and that deep inside he wants to know.

And Judar would just constantly be like “I really don't get this guy at all” and “I don't understand what he's thinking at all!” Like how he was with Alibaba on the Dark continent. I think it’s interesting how he recognized that Alibaba has qualities that draw people to him, but just couldn't understand why.

I love their Fire and Ice duality. Light/Darkness. Angel/Devil. Hot and Cold. Enemies to Lovers. They’d bicker and kiss and make out. Twink on twink violence is their love language /lh

I feel like in the early stages of them catching feelies they’d both be really awkward around each other and constantly headbutt each other… They'd always be pretty competitive with each other, but they'd warm up to each other over time.

I love their setup, I’m obsessed with them and their vibes. They’re so funny and cute… I love their dynamic, their vibes are impeccable. I could sense the sen-core with them, I love them so much.

I awaken to my final form. Meow meow mf x Empathetic, loving ball of sunshine… It's the sen-core ship formula: meow meow mf x ball of sunshine. Morally questionable/morally bankrupt x morally agreeable <3

Also I love Light/Darkness, Yin/Yang and Sun/Moon/Eclipse themed ships. And Rivals/Enemies to Lovers. Opposites contrast :)

I love Opposites Attract ships that are also combined with any of these tropes: Narrative parallelism (Yin/Yang, Light/Darkness, Sun/Moon/Eclipse tropes), Protagonist x Rival/Antagonist/Opposing Figure, Reconciliation of Opposites, Fated Enemies/Rivals, etc.

Sen-core characters/ships: being a menace to A) the world and/or B) their rival/enemy/lover.

Alibaba is the sun, and Judar’s leitmotif is the black sun (just like Douman). And he’s also technically the moon. One of my friends told me she sees him with Eclipse symbolism, which is really interesting.

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hotsforharlow · 2 years

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Hi, i have a request if that’s okay

Jack and reader being paired together for druskis blind date stream. you guys have never met and he seems to be really liking ur answers and finds ur voice and ur replies to questions attractive. maybe you both agree on sexual questions (like maybe ur asked about fave sex positions, or like in urbans blind date they talk about head), so it’s intense and when the blindfolds come off u are both in awe of each other and end up fucking :)

also maybe just before it starts and yous are blindfolded urban comes up to jack and whispers to him saying he’s going to find u hot or something

thank you love ur writing x

AN: Hi, I hope you like this. Thank you so much for the kind words - I loved this idea xx

NSFW

You tried to calm your nerves as you settled on the stool. The blindfold gently tied around you and blocked out your sight completely. You wondered why you had even agreed to this but Druski was very persuasive when he wanted to be. And now here you were, in a crowded room that you only knew half of them and you were blindfolded, what could go wrong?

“Are you both ready?” Druski asked from the side of you and you tried not to react and kept staring ahead like you’d been asked to do so. You nodded but whoever was in front of you spoke, “Yes..” God, you nearly shivered at that accent. You nervously played with your hands as you placed them on your lap and tried to focus.

“Okay, so introduce yourselves.” Druski nearly shouted out in that tone of his and you were blushing shyly for a moment as you and him didn’t know who to start first. “I’m Y/N…” You began after an awkward moment of silence. “Jack..I’m Jack.” His own nervousness was endearing as your blush stayed on your face. Another beat of silence passed. “My favourite colour is blue.” You whispered out, a couple of chuckles sounded out for some reason. “Oh, you like blue. That’s nice, isn’t it Jack.” Druski hummed with a laugh. “And yours?” You softly asked. “Red. I like Red.” Jack hummed and a smile came over your face as the conversation progressed.

“Okay, so we shall move along to why we are all here.” Druski announced and you tried to fight against your blush. “Get to the dirty parts.” Druski continued and you heard a chuckle from in front of you that had you a little more wet than you’d admit. “What is your favourite position?” He asked and the silence returned once more. “Missionary.” You both replied at the same time, with laughter coming up around you. This time the blush moved easily across you. “Oh yeah?” Jack hummed, interest in his tone as he moved in the seat. His feet gently touched you and you wondered how tall he was. “Yeah…It’s just more intimate..and hits different.” You were babbling now.

“Right, they don’t know what they are talking about.” Jack hummed, happy that someone agreed with him and you couldn’t help but find him cuter. You giggled out and moved to hide behind your hand. You didn’t realise that Jack was nearly falling in love with that sound. The chatter continued with you both finding out you enjoyed similar things. “Okay, one more question because I know it’ll be a deal breaker for Jack.” Druski commented and your heart skipped a beat as your nerves kicked in. “Okay..” You softly hummed, playing with your fingers in front of you. “Do you like giving head?” Druski asked and you didn’t know why you blushed madly after all he had asked before.

“Oh..um.” You stumbled, not knowing what the right answer was as you knew how much boys like receiving head. “I’d follow their lead…I’m not too into intense head.” You began to babble once more with your blush on your face. There were a couple of murmurs and your heart sped up; hoping you had said the right thing because you were intrigued now. “Right, that ends this date and now it’s time for the reveal.” Druski called out and you tried to calm yourself once more.

Jack was growing in excitement as he waited for his blindfold to fall from his face. He wanted to meet you so badly. Just hearing you talk had got him bricked up and then you continued saying all the right things; it was hard to hide his want. “She’s so hot man.” Urban whispered into his ear and Jack couldn’t help but smirk. Finally, the blindfold was slowly removed from you both and Jack's blue eyes fluttered for a moment as his bad eye tried to come to. However, your eyes were sharp and had been staring at him for a little too long as you tried to calm yourself. “Hi.” You softly whispered with a wave that Jack couldn’t help but find incredibly adorable as he moved to stand.

“Hi, I’m Jack.” He introduced himself, softly taking your hand and you tried to stop thinking of the size difference. “Hi, It's nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” The live stream was still rolling with floods of comments at how adorable you both were. Those blues of his not so subtly looked you up and down as you were both moved from the platform so the other couple could enter. His arm moved over your shoulder and kept you close as people knocked around as it became more busy with people moving. “Want to get out of here?” Jack whispered into your ear as you blushed prettily at his words. You nodded your head without thinking and moved to follow him. The live catching you both leaving in the corner.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Jack groaned into your ear as his hard, long cock thrust quickly inside you. Your soaked pussy sounding out in the small room you had found. Your fingers grabbed at his curls and brought him closer. He was touching places deep inside you that nobody else had before. “God, you are perfect.” He continued to babble. “Jack…” You whimpered out, your legs wrapping around his waist and pulled him deeper. Your dress bunched at your waist with your soft breasts bouncing. Those blues of his locked onto you as he grabbed at your arse. Your stomach was tightening in pleasure as his thrusts hit your spot again and again; making you melt.

He leaned in and hotly captured your soft lips passionately as you moaned against him. Your orgasm was so close now. “Cum for me.” Jack purred into your ear and began to hotly mouth at your neck; marking you for everyone to see when you returned. His order did something to you and you were soon squirting around his cock. Jack groaned into your ear as he spilled inside you. He leaned in to peck your lips again and again. “Not a one time thing, right?” Jack asked, his tone quite shy as you locked eyes with him. “I would like to see you again.” You whispered; blushing madly.

#jack harlow x reader #request

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gins-potter · 10 months

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Ummm hello yes I am alive and having thoughts about season 9. I feel like I don’t talk about the new seasons that much bc let’s be real everything post s4 has been shades of crap. But I’m having thoughts so here we go.

Maybe shouldn’t have started with Bloom bc like… I kinda hate it lmao. Or not even hate it, I feel like that implies stronger feelings than I actually have. It just sucks.

The plaid leggings are awful, the skirt could have been cute (even with the ruffle which I don’t love) but then they had to throw glitter on top, and then whatever that atrocity of a jacket/vest is?

The top underneath, the belt, and the jewelry are all fine but that’s like really not saying much lmao.

Oh Stella… I mean like it’s fine? I could totally picture Stella wearing something like this, it’s just kind of bland? I vibe the dress and the turtleneck underneath but @drops-of-moonlights suggested that they should have added a belt and a jacket and I agree.

Also, I feel like, for better or worse, Stella’s fashion was always very over the top and had a lot going on. So to give her the most basic outfit out of all the girls just feels a bit wrong.

The pigtails are cute tho.

(Also are those orange leggings she’s wearing or is the colour on her legs just janky? I do not vibe orange leggings).

I feel like this dress could have been cute in orange which would throw back to the original palette and also breaking up what is a lot of pink across the six girls.

Also @nijaki summed it up best.

Lmao this is going to be kind of hypocritical considering what I just said about Stella’s but if Stella had too little going on then Flora absolutely has too much going on.

I fucking love her little green jacket and the cut of the dress but I feel like the pattern is a bit much (maybe it should have been just like pink with pale pink flowers on it or something?). Then add in whatever the green and purple section is, and the jewelry, and belt and it’s just like enough!

I do love a big hoop on Flora tho.

Musa’s is definitely one of my faves! It’s very much giving biker chick which is a vibe I love for her. If Riven gets a somewhat similar look they’re going to be a very cute looking couple.

Thank god one of the girls got a palette completely free of pink and I personally love the red coming back.

It’s a really good blend of masculine and feminine fashion and as much as I don’t love the gloves, I do appreciate them as a nod to 2000’s fashion.

Also the short pigtails!!! You guys know I’m a short haired!Musa truther.

Tecna for me is a I love it! with a massive But attached. I love it as long as the artificial/articulated joints are either purely aesthetic or some kind of prosthetic (unlikely but a girl can dream). I’m not here for robot Tecna, it’s a headcanon that has always felt a little too on the nose for me, plus I don’t think it’s a good look for a character who can definitely be read a autistic coded.

I love the skirt and leggings look for Tecna and tbh my only critique is I wish they’d just picked one metallic for the outfit. Like either all that purple-y colour or all silver (I personally really like the silver) but otherwise the outfit is amazing.

Also that hair? 👏🏼🙌🏼😍🔥

I mean, there’s not much for me to say about Layla because she just looks fucking amazing. The bright colours 🔥 The hoodie and skirt 🔥 The braids 🔥 What we can see about her boots 🔥 Like she just looks freaking amazing and almost definitely my favourite look of the six.

#winx club #winx club season 9 #winx club s9 #bloom #Stella #Flora #Musa #Tecna #Layla #Aisha #winx club bloom #winx club Stella #winx club flora #winx club musa #winx club Tecna #winx club Layla #winx club Aisha

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ok i changed my mind about drawing all the hair colours bc that's actually a lot of work that i don't have the energy for rn (silly art block and whatnot) and i don't wanna make u wait forever bc i'd forget etc etc i'm so sorry i'm a massive mess rn

ANYWAY i wanna preface this list by saying that i think black is a great colour on all of them! thinking specifically about that time jimin got compared to prince eric <3 and tae's recent pretty black curls (gone but never forgotten) but they all look good with black hair and i will not hear otherwise 😤

joon:

i think joon looks really good with light hair in general but i am particularly weak for grape!joon <3 his spring day/not today soft purple hair is everything to me

jin:

u are so so right about purple jin but may i offer u blond and pink jin as well! i think that almost platinum blond makes him look so ethereal and it very much fits the way his voice sounds to me. and shoutout to the pink for being so pretty on him

yoongi:

ok tbh i think black is his best colour however!! this ashy brown hair is super pretty

and shoutout to platinum blond agust d bc this was a Look he is so iconic for doing this

hobi:

i second the reddish brown tbh that is the colour i wish my hair was rn but i am realising very quickly that i can't pull it off quite like him ksfjhgkfd </3 anyway i also love whatever is going on with his hair in the spring day mv i think that should be an honourable mention

jimin:

jimin is a natural blond to me too tbh. especially when it looks all soft and fluffy i think he looks so cozy and gentle and huggable!! i'm also very weak for the pink tho like spring day jimin is everything to me and i was so happy when the pink made a comeback

tae:

tae looks good in literally every colours it's so unfair to the rest of us </3 out of the really bright colours my faves were red and blue tho! tae in the save me mv really imprinted on me in ways i can't describe dkfgjh and then when he had blue hair and jimin had pink hair 💞💞💞 looking so bright and colourful together i love them sm <33

but also!! this fluffy curly brown on him!!! when people were saying he looked like a poodle!! so so soft i fucking love it i want to play with his hair

jungkook:

i think i'm mainly used to seeing black/brown on him bc he had those colours for so long but! cherry kook or even just the red tips that i don't remember but found when i was looking up his red hair <3 idk there's just sth about this look that really hits to me

omg grape!joon how could i ever forget !!!! the sweetest angel anctually !!!! i love light hair on him :( it's just so !!! aah oh wowowow he's so my everything shaped and these pictures just prove it actually like i'd do anything for him

oh yes i am so glad you offered up blonde and pink jinnie !! he is so ethereal and soft and he just looks like he should be a prince somewhere like ,,,, he's so right when he calls himself worldwide handsome like he KNOWS he's so pretty and he's right

ASHY BROWN WITH THE HEADBAND LIKE I THINK IM GONNA SHORT CIRCUIUT !!!!!!! AND THEN PLATINUM AGUST D?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!!!! LIKE ARE U TRYING TO MAKE ME EXPLODE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOOOOOOOOOOOD no yoongi just ,,,,,,, og i become insane any time i look at him actually like there is something inside of my body that just insantly gives me the feeling of wanting to bite on glass and scream like ,,,,,, GOD min yoongi

my best friend hobi my best friend !!!! the red hair !!!! ooooh that hobi is just has such a special place in my heart like idk i look at him and i am simply filled with joy and happiness and my saddness melts away (that's any hobi but red hair hobi just <333 baby boy) and yes !!!! the spring day hair w the red streaks !!! aaah he looks so cute in it 🥺 and his eyes look so pretty in that photo too and that choker of im 🥺🥺🥺

NATURAL BLONDE JIMIN STANS RISE !!!!!!!! yes when it's soft and fluffy !!!!! oh it's perfect and i jsut wanna give him all the hugs !!! and you're sosososososo correct about pink jimin like that is also just a precious huggable angel sorry and i think i'd love to see a pink!jimin comeback again i think it would bring world peace

the fact that tae just...... looks good in everything... im sick to my stomach.... how is it FAIR !!! OH BLUE AND PINK JIMIN !!!! MY COTTON CANDY TWINS !!!!! THEY JUST !!!! OH THEY JUST LOOK SO PERFECT TOGETHER !!!! (maybe they're more jollyrancher colored but it doesn't have the same ring) but oh tae in the save me mv is imprinted in my mind and i will rewatch it jsut for himsdkfjhlsd but poodle!tae !!! oh what a sweet boy !! that live where jk was just putting forks in his hair sdjkfhaldskfh

OH JUNGKOOK MY SWEET BABY STAR CANDY JUNGKOOK WHO IWOULD LITERALLY DO ANYTHING FOR !!!!! i look at him and i am instintaniously the heart eyes emoji like i can't help it that just who i am and jungkook is my babygirl that's how the world is !!!! but yes the reeeeed cherry !!!! it's so good !!! i love when you can still see his roots but there's color there i think that's the best way to do color for his hair !!!! oh it's just <33333 wow,,,,, im looking at those photos and im simply just here to be a in love w jungkook like i think that's what im put on this planet for (also soobin behind jk in the first photo made me giggle a little sdjhfakld)

!!!! spring day bangtan is just something that can be so personal and so full of love and emotion like.... wow.... !!!

#and yesss i agree their black hair is so !!!! oh they're just all so pretty wow !!!!!!#anyone who disagrees i will fight !!!!#and don't ever apologize for being a mess !!!!!!!!! >:( im literally right there w you being a massive mess rn so don't worry <3 #mdverse #ask #not glee

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jockmewalking · 10 months

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Here it finally is! The Camp Tv Reloaded biographies. I might alter Cam’s a lil bit or maybe not...

Brick McArthur

(The Crass Cadet)

What’s your best quality?

MY LEADERSHIP SKILLS!! HERE AT BOOT CAMP, EVERYONE LISTENS TO WHAT I SAY!!! …EVERYONE THAT HAS ANY SENSE OF SELF-PRESERVATION THAT IS!

Faves? (Music, Colour, Movie, Food)

DON’T LISTEN TO JUNK ON THE RADIO! BUT HARD ROCK AND METAL ISN’T SO BAD!

BLOOD RED! WHICH IS THE LAST THING MY ENEMIES WILL SEE BEFORE THEY GET CRUSHED TO DUST!!!

ANY WAR MOVIE COUNTS DOESN’T IT?! IT’S HARD TO CHOOSE MY FAVORITE, BUT I GUESS SINCE MY MOM LIKES IT, THE SURGE OF HASSAN!!!

ANYTHING THAT CAN FUEL ME FOR A DAY IS WORTH IT!!! …BUT I SUPPOSE MY MOTHER’S RENDANG IS GOOD FLAVOR-WISE!

Describe your craziest dream.

I WAS PICKED ON FOR NO REASON BY MY LOYAL SUBORDINATES! THAT’S UNFAIR!!! I SHOULD NEVER FACE DISRESPECT FROM ANYONE EVER AGAIN! WHICH IS FUNNY I SAID THAT!! SINCE NO ONE HAS LIVED TO TELL THE TALE WHEN THEY DO!!!

Best memory from childhood?

…JOINING THE COOKING CLUB IN 4TH GRADE! OBVIOUSLY!!! I HAVE NO CLUE WHY PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS SHOCKED BY THAT!

Most embarrassing moment at school?

UGH!!! THERE’S THIS ANNOYING BOY NAMED ARTHUR NOTHINGCHICK AT BOOTCAMP! HE KEEPS…TAUNTING ME AND PUTTING DOWN MY AMAZING ACCOMPLISHMENTS!!! AND SOME FREAKIN’ KID HAD THE AUDACITY TO SPREAD A RUMOR ABOUT US DATING JUST BECAUSE OF A WEIRD DREAM SHE HAD!!! WHAT NONSENSE!

Describe the first job you ever had.

I WAS…AWAY FROM BOOT CAMP FOR A WHILE AND I HAD TO DO SOME ‘COMMUNITY SERVICE CRAP’ FOR MY ‘BRASH’ AND ‘IMPROPER’ BEHAVIOR!! I HAD TO TAKE CARE OF RANDOM PEOPLE’S DOGS FOR WEEKS INSTEAD OF KICKING BUTT AT THE ACADEMY!!! …THE DOGS WEREN’T SO BAD…

Ten years from now, what are you doing?

BEING A HIGH-RANKING MILITARY ‘SARGE TO HONOR MY MOTHER’S GLORY!!!

My dream date would be with ___________, doing what?

SOMEONE WHO CAN ACTUALLY HANDLE MY INTENSITY, SO SOMEONE JUST AS INTENSE AS ME OR SOMEONE MORE…CALM, I SUPPOSE!! NO MATTER WHAT THEIR PERSONALITY IS, IM GOING TO COOK THEM A DELICIOUS MEAL AND BRAG TO THEM ABOUT ALL MY ACHIEVEMENTS AND AWARDS FROM BOOT CAMP!

It’s the last day on earth. In one sentence, what would you do?

LAST DAY ON EARTH?! HAH! MAYBE FOR EVERYONE ELSE! I’M GONNA LIVE OUT THE REST OF MY DAYS DOING DRILLS AND DANCING ON TOP OF THAT NOTHINGCHICK FELLOW’S GRAVE!

Maribelle ‘Mary’ Flemming

(The Sports Fanatic)

What’s your best quality?

I know a crapton about sports—popular celebrities, common misconceptions, random trivia, strategy-stuff—you name it! Thing is, I’m not exactly an athletic gal, but I guess my bro says that makes my obsession way cooler AND unorthodox!

Faves? (Music, Colour, Movie, Food)

Indie or prog-rock is OBVIOUSLY the best! My favorite song right now is Summer and a Typhoon by Trolly Hell

Any type of purple’s really awesome…

All kinds of action flicks! …It’s nice putting yourself in the shoes of a cool character.

A bag of chips would do me good… Ironic, junk food’s not good for my body, but I guess that saying “You are what you eat” really rings true, huh?

Describe your craziest dream.

Heh, this one’s a real doozy! I was ranked as the no. 1 athlete in my school! 6 years in a row!!! God, I always admired people who have the motivation to work on their physique…

Best memory from childhood?

When I got picked first during team-picking in volleyball! My ‘ol leader’s heard a LOT about my knowledge surrounding a variety of sports, so he’d thought I’d be a great first choice.

Most embarrassing moment at school?

…Turns out the same guy was hoping I’d be some ultra-mega-jock! My bad for wearing sportswear that day—easily fooled him with my fashion style! My team didn’t score a single point in that game and they all blamed me for the loss…

Describe the first job you ever had.

Never had one come to think of it! Most jobs in my town are only open in the daytime, not the best for my…personal schedule you know?

Ten years from now, what are you doing?

…Wasting away in my bedroom… As I always do.

My dream date would be with ___________, doing what?

A total loser who thinks they’re really cool but actually isn’t! I mean—my older bro Jon says I’m the awesomest gal who think’s he’s the lamest, so I guess a person like that would be my match! …Still stuck on what my total opposite and I would do on a first date….

It’s the last day on earth. In one sentence, what would you do?

I’d probably be fiddling around with the tv remote to watch my favorite sport shows one last time, or I’d be asleep. Whichever works best!

Staci

(The Gossipmonger)

What’s your best quality?

A lot of RUDE people consider this a ‘flaw’, but I would say it’s my ability to spin any story around and have people believe anything I say!

Faves? (Music, Colour, Movie, Food)

Pop music from the radio, I really like Glad Donna’s songs!

PINK!!! All shades of pink are the best!

Rude Gals is my jam! I don’t really know why, but Reggie and Janelle’s story really speaks to me…hmm…

An assorted box of chocolates! Especially if it includes fruit-flavored ones AND the box looks super cute!

Describe your craziest dream.

I got into my first…relationship!! Though I sadly didn’t remember what the person looked like… It was totally awesome and fun at first, but then she started arguing with me about something… Before I could respond, the dream abruptly ended.

Best memory from childhood?

Way back in kinder, I told a girl from my class that the boy she was ‘play-dating’ thinks she’s a ‘doo-doo face’ and prefers playing with a girl named Emily! It was hilarious seeing her bawl her eyes out while ‘breaking up’ with this confused boy. …Poor kid, but whatever! It was his problem to deal with months of bullying from the other kids! Haha!

Most embarrassing moment at school?

Someone spread a rumor about me wearing a wig everyday to school! Complete truth—I’ll give them that—but I had students try ripping out my hair and messing up the cute space buns I spent soooo much time perfecting!

Describe the first job you ever had.

Right now, I’m working at a hair salon! Hairstyling is one of my specialties, though certain people say my ‘chatterbox tendencies’ only leads to my clients complaining about me and giving the already unpopular business a bad reputation or whatever bull…

Ten years from now, what are you doing?

Opening up my OWN successful hair salon, while my current one shuts down from bankruptcy!

My dream date would be with ___________, doing what?

Anyone—as long as it isn’t a guy, bleghh!—with an awesome sense of fashion! AND TAKING CARE OF THEIR HAIR IS A BIG THING!!! The more extravagant the hairstyle, the better. I could talk endlessly about all my annoying co-workers and maybe they could talk about TONS of things after or just listen.

It’s the last day on earth. In one sentence, what would you do?

Ugh, normally I don’t like graffiti, but I might as well vandalize my salon with all the embarrassing secrets I’ve gathered about each and every employee! That will show ‘em to NOT insult me whenever I’m around.

Mike

(The Comedian)

What’s your best quality?

Lighting up a room with my sense of humor! The way people show their appreciation is quite peculiar though…! Instead of a bouquet of flowers, I once got a bouquet of tomatoes thrown straight to my face!

Faves? (Music, Colour, Movie, Food)

I like upbeat jazz!

Yellow, the color of radiancy and happiness!

EarthDog Day was a blast to watch! …I’m not sure if I should be rooting for the main guy and the girl to get together or not..!

Smoked ham! It was something my old, cranky caretaker made a lot back in my childhood! Welp, at least a piece of him is still with us ;)!

Describe your craziest dream.

…I was in a dark, dark room. And all I could see was face of someone who-shall-not-be-named. I don’t want to let out TOO much detail, but they were saying a lot of really hurtful stuff. …I wish things were better between us, but it’s better not having them around for my sake and for many others.

Best memory from childhood?

About that! I have severe memory problems… Many things about my past is a blur, though I remember fragments of events I do NOT want to dwell on. One positive—aside my former caretaker—is this funny Russian TV show I watched about an awesome stuntwoman who loved making people laugh, just like me! I guess that lady really help me through a lot now, didn’t she ;)!

Most embarrassing moment at school?

We were supposed to do a puppetshow and I was prepping all week! But, then…! Just before I presented, I suddenly felt all woozy and like the world was spinning round and round uncontrollably…! Next thing I remember, my teacher was scolding me for having such an unorganized show! There was a lots of…ermm….not-safe-for-school humor… and that it kept switching from an Oilers-inspired love story to an Indie Jonas retelling! I think I have a strong idea on who caused that mess!

Describe the first job you ever had.

I was a waitress for a homey, diner restaurant! Sadly, I got kicked out…! See, me and the crew were singing Happy Birthday to a customer, but then the young birthday celebrant started weeping because of my ‘horrible’ singing!

Ten years from now, what are you doing?

Isn’t it obvious?! A world-renowned comedian! …And I would definitely share the spotlight with 4 other people who helped me through a lot!

My dream date would be with ___________, doing what?

Lorrison Elli! She can definitely give me pointers on how to be a successful comedian!

It’s the last day on earth. In one sentence, what would you do?

Sing romantic ballads to drown my sorrows away!

Scott

(The ‘Jaded General’)

What’s your best quality?

How I take no nonsense from other people. I stand my ground strong and do as I please whether people like it or nah.

Faves? (Music, Colour, Movie, Food)

Music?! I got no time for that nonsense!

Dirt brown. I just dig it.

Don’t remember its title, but its about a guy from a military platoon infiltrating an enemy battalion. Sweet-talking his way through ’n hiding under a different identity then pretending like he’s on the enemy’s side before taking all ‘em suckers down one by one!

Whatever’s not being served at boot camp! Though my momma makes a nummy sharped’s pie.

Describe your craziest dream.

In a world as wacko as this one my dreams hardly ever compare!

Best memory from childhood?

That time I beat ‘ol pops in long and difficult wrestling match. Not fair ’n square though! I may or may not have drugged his coffee before we fought…

Most embarrassing moment at school?

More nerve-grating than embarrassing but our general was ordering us to do some drills and I just couldn’t care less! As punishment that shmuck forced me to 130 push-ups in front of all the other cadets!

Describe the first job you ever had.

I once trained a bunch of raccoons to hunt down a two wild hounds that were bothering the neighborhood kids. Didn’t do it to help ‘em just wanted to own an army of feral ‘coons ’n for them to pay me a grand for my work. Funny enough I’m darn sure there’s a book about this with an almost-but-not-quite similar premise…

Ten years from now, what are you doing?

High up in the ranks of whatever business I take up… ordering my goons to do whateva I want ‘em to do whether they want to or nah!

.My dream date would be with ___________, doing what?

No thanks! I’d rather mess up the lives of potential lovebirds than be a lovesick fool myself.

It’s the last day on earth. In one sentence, what would you do?

Terrorize the neighborhood with my ever-growing raccoon army!!

Cameron

(The Explorer)

What’s your best quality?

Well, bad luck seems to follow me wherever I go… But I don’t let that stop me from getting where I want to be!

Faves? (Music, Colour, Movie, Food)

Fantasy video game music, especially The Myth of Link! I love listening to that genre while on my expeditions.

Red! It’s exciting and passionate, just like me.

The newest Metal Might Movie obviously, though I will say I prefer the comic books.

Rocky road ice cream! there’s a shop nearby my home that makes the most DELICIOUS rocky road ice cream imaginable!

Describe your craziest dream.

I’ve was forced to live in a bubble my whole life! That’s terrifying!!! I’ve got almost nothing to do in a small space like that…

Best memory from childhood?

That time I first met my closest buds! They were a bit mean at first… But now we spend every waking hour at school together! I love them all to bits, but they always ask me for my lunch money and seem…distracted… whenever I geek about Metal Might!

Most embarrassing moment at school?

I did terrible in a math test and the teacher exposed my mistakes to the entire class! I’m normally good at logic-based problems, but that was the first and only time I did terrible in a test…

Describe the first job you ever had.

I was part of a Boys Scout group back in the day. We sold granola cookies!

Ten years from now, what are you doing?

I want to travel the world one day and write a book about all the best places I visited! I know there’s tons of books already about this concept, but I have a feeling this one’s REALLY special.

My dream date would be with ___________, doing what?

I may be a lively guy, but I would prefer being with someone more serious or otherwise collected to ground me out. Maybe we can watch the stars or I can show them all the best touristy spots in my city.

It’s the last day on earth. In one sentence, what would you do?

Traverse the city one last time. Then right before the day ends, sit on top of the tallest building while reading my favorite comic series!

#camp tv reloaded #td brick #td mary (camp tv)#td staci #td mike #td scott #td cameron #I'll make a separate post just for some extra trivia bits #I feel tempted to maintag this but I don’t want this blog to gain much exposure so ehhh

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