#at first I thought it was beautiful as just a dye job

[b0nten]

IT’S YOU AND ME AGAINST THE WORLD (THE CRUEL ONE I’VE DRAGGED YOU INTO)

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ kakucho takes you to meet his family. or, the closest thing he has to one, besides the one made by you two.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ FIRST KAKUCHO FIC WOHOOOOO. timestamps may be a little off so yeah. sorry4dat. anon i hope you like it!

today is the day.

straightening your clothes with your palms, your eyes scan your body in the mirror.

“i thought i told you something casual was enough?” a shirtless figure emerges from down the hallway of the apartment, toned muscles flexing as he stretches.

“and i thought i told you you should ditch the blue and go natural, kaku.” you sarcastically answer, turning to him.

he’s got an amused expression painted across his face, eyes softly laid on you and mouth corners sewn into a delicate upward smile.

“so you really hate my aegean blue hair that much?” he jokes again, and, as if teleporting himself, emerges from nothing next to you.

“that’s not true, after all, this aegean blue is the one that charmed me the second time around, but your natural hair color is beautiful, and you know that!” by fake-punching his chest you earn a laugh, “i’ll dress casually when you stop dyeing your hair!”

“alright, alright,” he muses, “are you ready to go?”

“shouldn’t you get dressed first, princess?” you question back, stressing the second word and inspecting his ‘outfit’. “you look handsome like this, gotta give it to you, but i’d like ti think i’m the only woman that gets to see you like this.”

“shoot, you’re right.” he laughs as he grabs the neatly laid out shirt from a nearby chair, “what would i do without you?” he asks, awarding you with a forehead kiss.

“go to work half-naked, apparently..” you fake a disapproving head-shake and make way to the door. “i’m gonna wait in the car, try to not be late, please.” you warn, jingling his car keys in your right hand.

“yes ma’am.” kakucho fakes a military greeting rushing to the bathroom to brush his hair.

✣ ✣ ✣

looking at the high building in front of you, you let out a shaky breath.

“you ready?” kaku asks, blue hair shining in the hot summer sun.

in response, you only hum a weak ‘mhm’, accompanied by a slight nod. you ponder — are you really ready? — you know what kakucho does for a job, he’s a mafioso. not only that, but he’s the no. 3 of japan’s most feared crime syndicate. if every single one of his coworkers is as serious as your kaku is whenever he talks business on the phone (which happens very rarely, as he values his time at home and with you more than drug deals and murders) then you’re screwed, to put it lightly.

“hey, c’mon,” he looks at you, face contorting into a goofy grin, “you really don’t have to be nervous. they look scary but each one is dumber than the other, i promise you. you’ll like them, and they’ll like you.”

his reassuring words tug at your heartstrings a bit, and warm your worry-frozen heart just enough to get it to pump blood again. so, you take a deep breath and nod again, only this time, confidently.

“let’s do this.” with the corner of your eye, you see kakucho smile proudly, before stretching out his arm, allowing you to loop your’s through.

you enter the building: the lobby is cool and and feels so much better than the scorching heat of the outside. the decor is nice, it brings a certain richness to the place, with accents of gold and spanish oak and baroque elements here and there. it’s not flashy, and certainly not like any other japanese office tower interior you’ve seen before.

your heels smack against the macael marble as you allow yourself to admire the interior.

“ran redesigned this whole place when we bought it.” having observed you until now, kakucho chimes in with some fun facts.

“he really has the eye for art.” you add, and watch his eyes light up as he presses the elevator button.

“and he’s quite the snob too. god forbid we touch his montblanc pens or he goes apeshit.”

“oh, kaku…” you can only sigh as he bursts out laughing. “i really don’t know what to expect from you guys.”

he calms down his laughter before entering the lift, “and that’s just the beginning.”

the elevator ride is long, their offices being the second to last floor, which is not so bad as kakucho gets to tell you more about the guys.

“the pink mullet with the piercings is sanzu. he’s quite… eccentric, sometimes.. even uhm..” kaku swallows, uncertain if he should say more, but sure enough that this slip-up may cause you some fright.

“sometimes what, kakucho?” you urge him to continue his sentence.

“well, he can be scary or creepy sometimes. but just sometimes. other than that, he’s a dumbass.” your boyfriend scratches the back of his head, almost relieved. “he’s also no. 2.

as you know, I, your handsome boyfriend is no. 3, while the advisor is takeomi, sanzu’s brother. he really likes trench coats for some reason, so he’ll probably be wearing one today. he’s got a long scar on the right side of his face. oh, yeah, and sanzu also has two scars at the corners of his lips.”

“two down, five more to go, including montblanc guy.” you comment, leaving kakucho somewhat surprised.

“ye— wait, how do you know?” confused, his head darts in your direction.

“by paying attention to your phone calls, during conversations and doing some simple maths.” you reply, sarcastically.

“oh, my beloved einstein.” he kisses the crown of your head gently, “yeah, we have montblanc guy, ran, and his younger brother rindou. ran has short hair, black and pink and rindou also has a mullet, blue and purple. and they both have the tattoo on their necks.

then there’s mochi. well behaved guy, but his beard almost makes him look like an npc or the daiso version of a pimp. he’s the guy with the jumbo dumplings i told you about!”

“oh, that’s mochi! good to know, good to know!” you reply, just as excited as he is.

“and last but not least we have koko. he’s got really long blonde hair and a… unique hairstyle. his tattoo is on his head.

i think that makes them all.”

“are you not forgetting someone?” you quirk up a brow and kakucho mimics you. “maybe… that mikey guy? your leader?” you finally ask, long pauses between each word.

“it’ll be easy for you to see which one’s mikey once he enters the room. but don’t be fooled! he’s tougher than he looks.”

you nod and run through the information one last time before the elevator light pings and the door opens. you step onto a soft carpet, kakucho right next to you, eager to explain more about his workplace.

“we each have our own offices but usually meet in the conference room, where we do most of the work. for separate tasks we use our own spaces, tho. mine is… right here!” the turns left and points to a black door. it’s not hard to see it’s his thanks to the nameplate.

“across from mine is sanzu’s and the one behind us is mikey’s. over here is akashi takeomi, just beside the elevator is mochi, across from his is the conference room, and then there’s kokonoi’s, and the haitanis’ offices towards the end of the hall.”

you would’ve liked to see how the offices looked, being sure kakucho’s was just as neat as he keeps the one at home, interested in the older haitani’s the most, to be frank. you could’ve bet money he also took charge of the floor’s design, this time more simple and elegant than the ground one. muted colors, different textures and simple paintings; the guy really seems to know what he’s doing, maybe he should ditch organized crime and do interior design.

“let’s get this over with.” you turn over to kakucho, who’s just looking around, as if it’s also his first time visiting the place. when he hears you, he smiles, and takes small steps toward the conference room, hand still looped through yours.

you un-loop your arm from his, resting it on his shoulder as he opens the door. he enters, aegean fringe bouncing with every small step. you come in just behind him.

analyzing the room, you really can’t believe these are japan’s most feared:

ran is filing his nails. next to him, legs propped up on the table, is his brother, playing a video game on his phone, occasionally hissing as his eyebrows twitch in frustration.

across from them is sanzu, pink mullet covered by a long white towel, dripping on the wool carpet. just beside him is his older brother, takeomi, wearing a tan trench-coat. he’s reading — you rub your eyes to be sure you’re seeing everything exactly as it is — a guide to becoming a multi-millionaire through bitcoin.

mochi is doing paperwork, and koko — god have fucking mercy on their souls — is reading the same book as takeomi.

“can you close the fucking— ” the younger haitani bangs his fists against the table in a fit of rage, freezing completely when he sees you. “oh my god, it’s the lady whose picture he keeps on his desk! KOKO GIVE ME MY FUCKING MONEY YOU MOTHERFUCKER HE HAS AN ACTUAL FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!” he grabs his hair while pushing past every chair to get to the mentioned, disturbing ran in the process.

“rindou, try to look whenever you’re running around like a wild boar, i hurt my nail when you pushed me!” his brother accuses, but rindou is long gone.

when he gets to koko, he’s met with a book in his face.

“i’m not giving you jackshit, bitch!”

“come on man, you can’t go back now! we had a bet!” he whines and pleads, but koko is nowhere near turning his decision around.

all of a sudden, rindou kicks koko’s chair, sending him flying into mochi.

the bearded man looks up from his papers distraught, an evil look in his eyes.

“do you even know how long it took me to convince this corn company to deliver corn directly to my house?” he asks, and both shake their heads no. “do you have any idea how long it took me to write this goddamn ‘thank you’ letter?” he asks again, and they both shake their heads again. “THEN ARE YOU TWO GOING TO WRITE IT AGAIN FOR ME BECAUSE YOU JUST MADE ME THROW AWAY A MONTH’S WORTH OF CALLIGRAPHY CLASSES?” this time, they nod.

from the left, sanzu groans.

“CAN YOU FUCKERS STOP SCREAMING? MY HEADACHE IS GETTING WORSE.” he roars, ripping the towel off his face, ready to jump out of his chair. thankfully, takeomi holds him back.

“i think you should all calm down. this is no way to greet the lady.” he says as he closes his book and stands up, bowing to you from afar. “akashi takeomi, bonten’s advisor. nice to meet you.” he says, smiling slightly.

“thank you takeomi.” kakucho starts “this is y/n, my girlfriend, just like rindou has correctly observed.” he shoots the man a judging look, “we’ve been dating for a little shy of, what? nine years now?” he looks at you and smiles, and you give an approving note, signaling he has gotten the time right, “she wanted to meet you all, so i brought her here.”

he steps forward, stretching out his hand toward you. you take it and follow him, nearing the guys on the left side.

“y/n f/l. nice to meet you, everyone. i hope we can get along well. i heard lots about you.” you take your turn and bow, looking at every single one of the guys as you speak.

every one of them continues with the introduction, except for takeomi, since he had already done it while lecturing the guys.

kakucho pulls a chair out from under the table and gestures you to sit. he sits down next to you and surprisingly, the boys are all eager to talk as soon as they get the possibility to.

rindou and koko apologize for their behavior and you just shrug it off with a laugh, reassuring them smilingly that it was funny. you compliment ran’s interior design skills to which he seems very grateful and laugh with mochi, hinting that you know about the jumbo dumpling incident. sanzu compliments your ear piercing setup and asks you about some more jewelry and you offer to go with him shopping sometime, and bond with takeomi over your shared interest of the sengoku period, finding out that he shares the same birthday with his idol, samurai akechi mitsuhide.

everything is going smoothly, when all of a sudden, the door flies open, every one of the executives jumping up in an instant, with you closely behind. when they bow, you do the same, although you didn’t get to see who came in.

when you all pull your heads up again, the short blonde who has entered looks at you puzzled.

“who are you?” he tilts his head to the left, analyzing you carefully.

“mikey, this is y/n, my girlfriend. i brought her to meet everyone!” kakucho explains instantly, and watches him approach you.

“you… you’re the one … that makes those cute bento boxes for kakucho?” he asks, serious look plastered on his face.

unable to control your excitement for your work being recognized, you beam up, hands clasping each other happily: “yes! that’s me!”

as if he wasn’t the ruthless leader he is, mikey’s eyes widen with the childish love for food he’s had forever.

“do you think…,” he starts off shy, unusual for him, “but only if you have the time, do you think you could also make one for me?” the head of bonten inquires, eagerly awaiting your response.

ever so flattered, you smile so hard you can barely see anymore, screeching out in a delighted tone.

“of course!” you’re amped, ready to cook fifty bento boxes because of how happy you are, “do you have any allergies or themes you like?”

as if having been offered a million dollars, mikey answers you enthusiastically, “i don’t like spicy food, and… i like omurice, and if you could add a mini- flag on top, please…” he says, hands meeting behind his back.

“of course!” you affirm, high on the rush of dopamine and continue asking mikey about how he’d like his bento boxes. he himself feels like a kid in a candy store.

the rest of the guys are left dumbfounded, kakucho’s mouth having hit the floor long time ago already.

he picks it back up when mikey interrupts his own conversation.

“i’m sorry to cut it short, y/n-san, but we should start the meeting. we can discuss after it more, if you want!” he apologizes, subliminally saying he wants to talk about these upcoming bentos more with you.

“that’s alright, and of course!” you smile again, “kaku, i’m heading to your office!” and turn around to face your red-faced boyfriend.

“of course, i’ll see you there after we’re done.” he smiles, nodding, assuringly.

“kakucho, does she know where your office is? are you not gonna walk her?” mikey intervenes and before kaku can say anything else, he offers himself to guide you to your lover’s workroom.

“take your places, guys, we’ll start when i come back.” the blonde orders, closing the door behind him.

“looks like boss is gonna steal your girl, kaku.” sanzu teases his subordinate, while ran makes kissy noises and coos ‘kaku’ in the background.

“wait…” rindou interrupts abruptly, “you said you have been dating for nine years? that means.. koko! do the math, please!” he orders.

“you’ve been keeping her secret ever since kanto manji!” the blonde gasps in shock.

“you bastard! you kept her hidden through that— ” mochi is just as angry.

“and tenjiku too?!” kokonoi, having redone his math, is in utter disbelief.

kakucho tries to drown out the sound of the guys accusing him of treachery, thinking about the end of the meeting and heading straight for his office to get you home and spend his time with you, alone.

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[jester-lover]

Blue Haired Boy

you play with Buggy's hair while the crew is away

Cw/ Fem! terms, food, fluff, whiny Buggy, OPLA! Buggy, he's just a head in this one lol

AN/ this is just me clowning around before getting my requests done, so not beta read.

Rolling over on the hammock for the fifth time, you grabbed at the thin pillow and shoved it off and onto the floor. Something about the situation was reminiscent of being stuffed into a wonton wrapper.

God, being the new girl sucks.

You thought the crew would have found some use for you, you were a jack-of-all-trades after all, but it seemed like there was only one role left to fulfill. And as the newest member of the crew, you were responsible for the more unsavory job.

“H-ello! I know you can hear me, broccoli hairrrr~”

Buggy’s singsongy tone reminded you of that very role, clown babysitter. Sighing as the throbbing headache in your temple mixed with the sharp pain in your back, you decided to stand up and get something done, anything that could distract you from your boredom.

The bag that held the clown’s head was on the kitchen table, much to Sanji’s chagrin. Other than the slight shaking and constant talking, he was an exemplary hostage.

As you walked closer to the bag, Buggy’s frantic ravings grew louder. Some empathetic little part of you felt bad for him, so you decided to use your better judgment and give him a little fresh air. That old sack must start to stink after a while.

As you open the bag and dump out the clown’s head, he immediately sprung up and winked at you dramatically. It was as if he was trying to max out his charisma.

“Why hello..~ You’re a new face, aren’t you?”

The deadpan look you tossed his way didn’t break his disposition, instead, it seemed to egg him on.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”

Buggy’s head tilted to the side before he smiled brightly.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl…”

That comment got a little chuckle out of you, and he seemingly beamed.

Gently picking him up by his head, near his ears where he wouldn’t be uncomfortable, you placed him on the kitchen counter and pulled out a small kitchen knife.

“You hungry?”

Twirling the knife in-between your fingers, you looked at him expectantly. You had always had a deep sense of domesticity towards your crew, and as he was a temporary companion, he would be receiving your support too.

“Where do you think the food would go?”

Another laugh erupted from you, this one was genuine and hearty, and Buggy’s head laughed along with you.

Good point, clown.”

You picked his head up again and brought him to your makeshift little corner of the ship, laying in your soft red hammock with Buggy on your stomach as you examined him. Your fingers slowly threaded through his hair and adjusted his bandana.

He furrowed his brows slightly, trying to discern what your motive was for the affectionate act. Something clicked in his head as he met your eyes.

“Hey! If you're gonna get all sweet with me, you could've bought me dinner first!”

Laugher came from you in droves, and the clown, clearly proud of himself, bounced a little in the air.

As you continued to fix and adjust his hair and bandana, Buggy got a little quieter, and if you looked really close, you could see a little flush on his cheeks and (what was present of) his neck.

“This hair…it’s all yours huh?”

Your fingers threaded through a particular knot in his ocean blue locks, and he sighed a little.

“Y-yeah! I mean, I don’t dye it or anything…”

A softer smile appeared on your face as you patted the top of his gorgeous hair, sure, it wasn’t the cleanest; but it was still beautiful. The blue hair complimented his eyes, and framed his face perfectly.

“It’s so thick and voluminous, you could easily grow it out.”

Buggy’s painted face reddened more at that comment, the blush was visible as his grease paint began pulling off.

His silence sort of astonished you, but it was short lived.

“You think that would look alright..?”

Before you could speak again, only to confirm his thoughts, his head lept upwards into the air dramatically.

“ABSOLUTELY IT WOULD! ANYTHING WOULD LOOK GREAT ON A HUNK LIKE ME!”

Your shared laughter echoed throughout the night, a verbal symbol of an amusingly unstable relationship between the two of you blossoming.

#reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #female reader #fem!reader #captain buggy #op buggy #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy one piece #buggy x reader #buggy the genius jester #buggy opla #opla x reader #one piece x reader #one peice #one piece live action #opla #opla buggy

[chihuahuawashere]

RadioStatic

Vox has cameras /everywhere/ around all of hell but he doesn't pay attention to those. He has imps and other sinners to do that for him.

The only cameras he actually pays attention to is the cameras he put around Alastors house.

Before Alastor disappearance Vox would crash at Alastors place when he was to tired to make it all the way back to his place.

But as Alastor slept in his room Vox took the couch but as Vox was in the living room he was placing tiny tiny cameras alliii over the place. In the corner wity a cobweb, behind the books, inside of the record player, behind the sink, on top of the fridge, on top of the lights and vents, on top of the door freams /everywhere/ each and ever time Vox went to Alastors place he would add more and more cameras.

And once Vox went back home he'll watch. Never saying a word and blindly watch all of the blue screens or Alastor, never leaving the chair. Vox would be stuck in the computer room for /days/ he would foraet to eat sleep breath he would even forget his application to his job obligation.

The one room with the most cameras in it is Alastors room. Every square inch and corner in that room has cameras it was tricky to do but to Vox it was worth it. He had back up of back up of footage of Alastor sleeping and he swears it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Sometimes when he watched Alastor sleep he has an insane urge to zap through the cameras and crawl in bed with him. But then Alastor would find out and kill hilariously on the spot so he just watches.

But it wasn’t enough //everything// wasn’t enough he wants to be closer to him. Taste touch, hear, smell. He knows he can’t so he drags a mattress into the computer room with him so that every time Alastor is going to bed he’ll lay on his bed to give the illusion that he was also laying in bed with him.

Vox would never sleep he just lays there watching Alastor sleep.

That all changed of course once Alastor disappeared. That completely rocked voxs world so hard he thought he was going crazy. At first he thought all of his cameras dead in Alastors home or he thought that something was wrong with his computers but he knew //something// was wrong he needs to see him. With seeing Alastor is a world not worth seeing at all.

After literally destroying everything in the computer room he tries to book it to Alastors place to replace the cameras and also see his beautiful face and crave that itch. But the house wasn’t there. No like the town seem to swallow it hole there was no empty space anywhere it as if his home wasn’t there at all.

Vox had walked down this road and turned to that corner so many times that he can do it with his eyes closed so… where is he? What happened?? Is he hurt??? Why didn’t he say goodbye???? did I do something wrong????? WHY DIDNT HE BRING ME WITH HIM WERE A TEAM???????

After 3 months Vox made a pillow of Alastor. Vox has been around him so long that he already knows he’s measurements by heart he cut the perfect silhouette of Alastor, made his clothes from scratch when to the same shop to get the same perfume that he always use to wear and dye and cut a wig, glued on some ears and antlers.

In the dark it look exactly like him except it has no face. Everything looks real you can even get confused it in the dark as the real Alastor.

At first Val thought he was crazy for doing that but coping is a weird thing also he was in /no/ place to try and kink shame someone so he just let it be, creeped the fuck out but tie better then some sinners he’s seen.

Vel on the other hand hates this whole thing she hated Vox for liking Alastor and he’s obsession with him but after Alastor disappeared she absolutely HATED pillow Alastor even more then anything she thought she could ever hate it so creepy especially at night. One time Vox try to make Vel have conversation with it and she blew up on him calling him a creep and weirdo that he should get and LET HIM GO.

After that Vox /never/ left the computer room. He’ll have imps come on once in a while to give him food and drinks.He was so busy looking threw all of the Security cameras around hell to see if he can find Alastor again it was his soul mission at that point.

After the year 3 mark Vox bought a RoBo Frizz and tweaked and modified it to make it look more like Alastor (basically the same thing he did with the pillow) but this time he grabbed all the files of Alastor speaking and cut chopped them all together to make answers, sentences, questions if it couldn’t get any worse it helped Vox fuel his delusion even more.

And after 7 long years of looking through all those cameras the one time Val came to visit Vox in his computer room looked terrible. Pictures of Alastor everywhere with notes and drawings and other sorts of fluids with pins on them and a bunch of colored sting all pointing to random things with new paper clippings and “Xs” drawn on them.

It all looked absolutely terrible. How can someone live like this? How long has Vox even been in here? He definitely needs to go outside. Val tries to reason with him “hey man let’s just go to the kitchen yea? Or how about we go to the bathroom? how does a bath sound?” But all Vox says is that he’s “busy doing something important”

And Val got mad at him and couldn’t bite his tongue any longer and accidentally slipped that Alastor was back. But of course Val can’t keep a secret for the life of him, always having to run his mouth even if cost him his life so it was no surprise that he let it slip that Alastor was finally back Val and Vel promised one another to /never/ tell Vox that he was back otherwise only god knows Vox would react to it.

Vox completely stoped what he was doing and for the first time in forever looked away at the computer and monitors and he just *stared* but Val with a look Val has never seen before, then Vox broke out into the most creepy and unsettling smile you could ever see in hell. /OH/ Vox couldn’t be more happier then he is right now

#hazbin hotel vox #vox #alastor x vox #vox x alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel #radiostatic #staticradio #voxal

[skellyflowers]

Hair Dye

Based on my headcannon post (Just died my hair)

“How long am I supposed to leave this on?”

“If you want to go really blonde we wait for an hour.”

“An hour? I'll get a bald spot III!”

“No you won't. I'm a professional at kitchen hair styling.”

“Easy for you to say,  you're going from red to pitch black.”

I take a look at III. He has a big smile on his face. When I told him I was considering dying my hair he jumped at the chance to help.

So here we are, sitting in the kitchen, both of us wearing processing caps. I decided to dye a part of my hair blonde.  III is dying his whole head black. I'm not sure if in solidarity or just for fun. 

It's really sweet how serious he is taking the whole thing. I was planning on sitting in the kitchen reading instructions and setting timers by myself. III instead has taken over the process, not letting me lift a finger. 

After completely taking care of me and my hair he started on his own. The others came back and forth to check on us and the time passed faster than I thought it would. 

I head into the bathroom and turn on the shower.  Once the water is perfect I step in and start to wash my hair.  I don’t get a chance to do much when I feel a set of hands in my hair. I turn to see III in the shower with me. With the same smile from earlier.

“You scared me!”

“Sorry Sweetheart. I just wanted to be sure you were alright.” 

He continues scrubbing and messaging my scalp. He then puts in the color protection that came with the dye. When he is finished I turn to face him.

“Your turn, big man.” I say. III just bends down to make it easier for me. He’s so sweet. Once the water runs clear I turn off the shower. III gently towels me off before himself. As I stare at my newly dyed hair II walks into the bathroom with two handfuls of clothes. He was gone as soon as he arrived.

We get redressed and walk hand in hand to the living room. IV is the first one to comment on my new hair.

“Wow! You both look great!”

“III did a good job.” says II.

Vessel walks up to me and studies my new style. I hope he likes it. His silence is making me nervous. He delicately grabs a blonde stand between two of his fingers. After a few more seconds he smiles at me.

“You look wonderful Love.”

“Thank you!”

“WHAT ABOUT ME!”

“You’re beautiful too III.” Vessel laughs. He then pulls the two of us to the couch. II and IV taking turns fawning over our new looks.

#sleep token #sleep token x reader #iii x reader #sleep token fanfiction

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

hiii its been a while since i popped in ur ask box, hope thats ok :3

i have a very random question

have u ever just had the urge to shave ur head?

so uh heres a mini hc request (if u dont mind)

how would m6 react to mc showing up with a freshly shaved head (could be clean shiny bald or just a buzz cut)

anw i hope u have fun with this (if u want to write it, ofc u dont have to)

The Arcana Mini-HCs: When MC shaves their head

@dandydanthelion ahhh I missed you! and yes, I've had that urge many times, which I later realized was *gender dysphoria* XD

Julian: very surprised because he's so used to committing to his look that it hadn't occurred to him that you wouldn't. the change makes him look at you more, though, and he doesn't mind that at all

Asra: compliments it right away, and has completely adjusted to the new look in seconds. might suggest fun ways to decorate your scalp (an elaborate dye job, if buzzed? henna tattoos, if shaved?)

Nadia: she likes how you look and she thinks it looks good. but she's perplexed because everyone in her life has fairly long hair and she's dying to know what the train of thought behind this was

Muriel: notices it right away, because 1) he notices everything about you, and 2) he's 6'10. the top of your head is the first thing he sees, and suddenly the top of your head looks ... smoochable (help!)

Portia: you cut your hair? without her?? cue intense FOMO because yeah, you look good, but her hairdressing skills are unmatched and she trusts her own work more that whoever did that -

Lucio: panicked because he likes being your partner and matching you but he's already self conscious enough about his hairline, don't make him cut off his beautiful golden locks, please MC!

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

[rinbowaman]

Silver and Gold *ONE SHOT* (18+MDNI) AU

Not requested just something i drafted real quick five minutes ago as i was taking a break from both HHP and MT. Hope you all enjoy it. *NOT PROOFREAD* so apologize in advance for mistakes or errors. again, the thought just came into mind as i was taking a break.

Pairings: Heeseung and Reader

Warnings: Strangers to lovers (or sexual partners), slight hint of non-con at first, but turns into consensual, unprotected (i dont encourage this, please practice safe sex) i just like to write it because writing about my characters wearing condoms is kind of a mood killer. This is for us to escape reality after all. I think that's it.

You were seated at your favorite spot by the window, reading your favorite book and sipping on your favorite coffee drink. The day was somewhat gloomy, despite as much as it looked to be of rainy weather, it hardly sprinkled. It was lukewarm in temperature, with the humidity being toned down by the oncoming winter months, a perfect time to wear a thin black long sleeve with a scoop neckline, paired with a leather asymmetrical black faux leather skirt, all coming together with short, heeled ankle boots. Dressed to impress with a flare of pretty and sexy mixed in one.

You left your hair down, since you had just recently added golden ombre highlights to the front portion that framed your face, as well as the ends of your lengthy hair. A decent contrast from your natural color that graced the rest of your strands. The golden hue of the recent dye job glistened and shimmered amidst the soft and warm light inside the café.

Walking in, he catches a glimpse of you from across the open area. You stuck out like a sore thumb, in a place filled with such fashionable and glamourous beauty such as Korea, you remained the zenith of every man’s dream as your appearance and features were abnormally attractive. Much different from the widespread of individuals that enhanced, altercate, or decorated themselves to meet the beauty standards.

You did more than meet them. You were all of it and so much more, with a flare of your own original features from your heritage, it was easy for him to spot you dead on.

He had on a pair of black skinny jeans, with a black fitted t-shirt and a white blazer. His hair was platinum silver.

Ordering his drink, he didn’t have any intentions originally to sit down, but the moment he saw you he couldn’t take his eyes off. He wanted to see more.

Once the barista brought his order, he remained seated at a table, quite a few feet away from you, yet it was close enough for him to take notice on the shade of lipstick you had on, which complimented your skin tone immensely. The fashionable outfit you had on that showed off every curve of your body yet was subtle to not come off too strongly in a lascivious nature. And finally, your beautiful long hair that was framed with the golden ombre highlights that framed your face and dazzled the ends of your hair. You were a mirage of ultimate rare beauty. He couldn’t help it, once he had his sights set, you needed to continue to admire your features.

You remained unaware as you were so in depth with your book. When finally, your alarm went off.

‘Time to go.’

Grabbing your book, and your clutch wallet, you head out. It was still rather warm outside, you noted as you walk out, making your way back to your office.

“Oh Miss Y/N, do you need anything else from us before we head out?” one of your coworkers asked. You declined politely.

“No thank you, I’m fine. Enjoy your evening.”

“Okay, don’t stay too late. We already shut all the blinds and turned off the front lights.”

“Okay thank you.”

You decided to catch up on some of your workload, opting to stay behind even after closing hours. The front doors remained unlocked, as you were the only one that had the key since you were staying behind.

Settling in for twenty minutes, you hear the bell of the doors as someone enters. You were about to address the individual to notify them that the office was closed, yet you stopped at the sight of the dashing young man who entered. Your breath hitches.

“I know you’re closed…” he began, his voice deep and calm. He spoke with a sense of authority and a commanding presence.

“Ye-yes we are. Is there something I could help you with?” you remarked back softly as you stood up from your desk and slightly cross your arms as you made your way to the front desk.

“You? Yeah…yeah you can.” He responds back.

Puzzled, you furrowed your eyebrows slightly as you looked at him with a look for an explanation. When suddenly he reaches behind his tall frame and locks the door before taking his steps towards you.

You started to retract your steps as you felt your chest deeply heaving from the slight anxiety and thrill you were beginning to feel. He wasn’t posing a threat…at least not one that had to deal with serious bodily harm. You could tell by the heavy lids he displayed as he looked you up and down, while biting on to his bottom lip that he was wanting you.

“D-do I know you?” you asked, taking notice that it seemed the young man had seen or met you before.

“Nah…but I would like for you to….” He responds back.

As he draws near to you, he wraps his arms around your waist and pushes you back up against the wall, enveloping you in a deep kiss.

Stunned, you tried to push him away. It didn’t matter that he was handsome, you had only just met this man for the first time. He was a stranger; someone you’ve never seen in your life up until this very moment.

“What are you doing? Stop…” you whimpered out as he ravishes his kisses along your neckline.

“No…I can’t. Come with me.” He begins to drag you over to a loveseat in the lounge area, where he sits as he pulls you atop his lap. Applying his strength to put you in a double wristlock from behind, you had no way to push him away. Your skit rises as he forces your legs to remain spread and lay on his sides, straddling him as he pulls you in and down deep. While shifting each hand to break free from his white blazer, he ensured that he had a grip on your wrists as they remained pinned on your back.

“Pl-please!” you whimpered out as you started to feel him lick the base of your neck and shoving his face into your subtle display of cleavage.

“I know baby, I know.” He remarks. You weren’t sure if he was just antagonizing you or if he clearly misunderstood your objection.

“N-no! That’s not-“ you were cut off as he harshly starts to suck on your neck.

“No! Pl-please! No marks!” you whimpered out as you feel his teeth slightly sink in and his tongue licking in circular motion.

His groin starts to thrust upwards; you feel the cloth of his jeans rubbing against the thin material of your panties.

“Let me fuck you…let me make us feel good.” He softly says back as he begins to undress you. Beginning with your blouse, he nearly tears it as he grabs hold of the material and snaps open every button on the front, allowing the material to remain on your arms and collecting around your elbows as it drapes behind you. Your bra, which was made of mesh, was transparent and completely see through. Placing his mouth over the mesh material, he flickers his tongue back and forth over your areola as you feel the netting become soaked and sticking to your nipple.

“N-no..mmmm…” you began to moan out…he was making you feel good.

His hands move down to your skirt, undoing the zipper that lined from top to bottom, he had you completely undone as he exposed your entire lower region. Scooting your panties off to the side, he rubs with his soft fingers, up and down your core in between your folds.

Moaning softly, your body began to roll and move in sensual motions at the sensation of his act.

“There….see?...thats my girl.” He softly whispers as he tenderly kisses your ear, your neck, and your jawline.

“Tell me you want more….tell me baby….i need to hear you say it.” He issues out in between his kisses.

“Mmmmm…no…” you moan out, trying to remain steadfast yet you were faltering real quick.

“Say it.” His deep and commanding voice calmly snaps back.

“I…want more…please…touch me.”

Reaching in and feeding his shaft out through his trousers, he begins to enter, your body had already started to produce the slick lubricant he needed to easily fuck you into oblivion.

“Yeeeeeah…that’s it…..move with me.” He whispers softly into your neck right below your neck.

You start to moan out loud, gasping and panting. You didn’t even know his name, yet he was administering pleasure you’ve never felt before. The material of your panties pushed off to the side start to become soaked with the exchange of fluids as he begins to increase the pace and fuck you harder.

“Yeah beautiful…just like that. Keep riding it, you’re doing soooooooo good.” His voice become low and creaky as he initiated the momentum, allowing your hands to roam freely as he wraps his arms around your waist.

You could see that with his fitted black tee, he was of lean stature with hard muscle. His pectorals were broad, as were his shoulders. His hands were strong, as they grabbed hold, you felt him lift and pull you at rapid pace as he caused your body to bounce up and down his length.

“Uh..right there my golden princess…is that the spot? Hmm? Right there?” he sweetly antagonizes as your moans become louder, and your pants were relentless, you nearly drooled as your mouth remained open from the amount of pleasure his extremely large shaft was catering.

It was so good….so pleasurable, that you came within minutes of him thrusting into you. That didn’t stop him.

“Mmm...let me fuck you some more beautiful.”

And he did, for who knows how long. All you knew was that he had you cumming over and over again. It had been a while since you last received the touch of a man, yet that didn’t deter from the fact that this man, this person that you don’t know was fucking you better than you had ever been fucked before.

“Oh! Mmm…I’m cumming!” you whimpered out in a high yelp.

“Yeah? Again for me baby? God…I fucking love it when you cum on me….do it some more.” He remarks as he increased his pace, yet again.

Your hair flies all around as you were ferociously bouncing on his length, engorging his impressive girth as he watches the foamy and creamy substance formulating from the skin on skin contact from the penetration, all collecting at the base of his shaft and decorating the nudeness of your folds.

“Look at you baby…you’re making a mess…..hmm? do you see it?” his hands release your waist only to wrap around you and pull you in so that he could plaster his face onto your neck, issuing the sweetest kisses under your chin as you tilt your head back, your hair dancing against his forearms and fingers along your backside.

He fucked…and fucked….and fucked into you. You must have came several times already as he relentlessly kept going.

Cradling your rear cheeks, he softly grabs a handful with both hands, and slightly lifts them as he propels the movement of your body by the hold. Each time he retracted, his hands lifted your cheeks upwards, only for him to push them down once he thrusted back in. The simultaneous movement was conducted so fluently and at fast pace, he was easily sliding in and out of you. His shaft looked as if it was melting into your cavity as the blurred tone of skin on his shaft mashes inside you, with a thick creamy ring around it from your body’s natural moisture.

“Come on baby….one more time…for me.” He started to gasp out, letting you know that he was close.

Your hands flinched as you grabbed on to his shoulders, his tongue gliding over your breasts as he harshly slams into you.

“Mmm fuck baby…you’re going to make me cum…” he moans out, his hands flinching his grasp on your rear as he remains his hold.

“Oh fuck baby!” he snaps as he slows down his thrust, yet they remained harsh and hard as he thrusts into you as if his life depended on it, cumming inside you.

Pushing you down to fully envelope his length, he grips onto your waist, kissing you in a passionate manner.  

Limp and weakened from the pleasure of cumming several times, you felt the overstimulation kicking in as the sting of your cavity became apparent. You leaned in, resting against his chest as he remained his embrace on you, kissing your ear and running his fingers through your hair.

He picks back up on the thrusting, yet it was slow and deep, just to make sure that all of his cum was out and inside of you.

His passion and desire for you had overwhelmed him, yet he didn’t care. Though he was curious as he propelled to ask you,

“Will you let me fuck you every day if I wanted to?”

Your vision becoming clearer, you remark the contrast of your golden highlights against his silver strands, they paired beautifully as they shimmered under the warm dimmed light. Still too weak to think properly let alone talk, you nodded your head slightly. The pleasure that you had felt was something you didn’t want to give up.

With his deep and calming voice, he speaks once more.

“Well then, sounds like you got a boyfriend now. I’m Heeseung by the way.”

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#heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung smut #heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #enha x reader #heeseung fanfic #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enha heeseung

[queenie-avenue]

Going from the stomach to the heart.

—> watching her eat makes you full.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader is a baker, fluff, mutual pining, insecurity about bodies, reader is unaware of the demon slayer corps.

notes: I haven't written anything fandom-based in a while, so this is a bit self-indulgent.

🦋 ⤻ archives.

When you first met Mitsuri Kanroji, you thought she was weird; prancing into your bakery in a beautiful kimono, but with a blade by her side. When you commented about it, she seemed to be taken aback and flustered, mumbling about how she forgot to leave her blade back at home. Not to mention, her odd hair colour. Was it a trend to dye hairs in weird colours nowadays? You saw a man with fiery-red hair pass by a few weeks back.

For a moment, you wondered whether this shy and beautiful looking girl was a hit woman of some sorts.

Well, either way, you were just a baker, and your job was to sell pastries and earn money. You need not worry about such things.

"It tastes so good!" The girl gushed as she held her cheeks, whipped cream on the side of her lips. Your eyes widened at her passion for your treats. "The sponge cake is so soft and moist, the cream is just the perfect balance of sweetness and the strawberries are all perfect ripe!" She exclaimed, causing you to blush.

"It's just a cake." You tried to be humble.

"This cake is the gift of the heavens then!" No one had ever complimented to you to such an extent before.

"Thank you." You smiled and it seemed now the two of you wore a pair of matching tomato faces. "You have a bit..." you started, but you just decided to wipe it off for her with a handkerchief. "There." You said as you looked into her green eyes.

Steam poured from her ears as she looked at you, wide-eyed and bright. Cheeks as pink as her gorgeous hair. You simply smiled and wished her a good meal.

You thought the girl odd, but sweet.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

She kept coming over, though, always here when you had a fresh batch of cheesecake or some mousse. You had to admit, you had grown fond of the girl, finding yourself eager to let her try your new creations, eager to catch a glimpse of her oddly-coloured hair, wanting to see her beautiful eyes. You had no idea yet, but you were slowly falling for the girl, your heart rate increasing then relaxing everytime you saw her.

"You've been coming here for months, but I don't know your name." You commented with a smirk as you pushed a plate of mochi towards her. It was about fifteen minutes after closing, but when the pink- and green-haired girl entered your bakery, wondering whether it was still open, you decided to lie and say you were still open for business, even offering her some free snacks.

"Eh? Did we never say our names to each other?" The girl said, face already stuffed with mochi, flour puffing out with each word she spoke.

You chuckled and nodded your head.

She gulped down the sweet and looked straight into you and smiled. "I'm Mitsuri, Mitsuri Kanroji." She smiled.

The way she looked as she said that made your heart flutter. The lights from the store flickered down onto her, illuminating her face in a way you had never seen happen before. It was like heaven itself was casting its sunshine onto her, her bright green eyes only looking at you.

"[y/n] [l/n]." Was all you could reply as you stayed in awe of Mitsuri Kanroji.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

Now each and every day was filled with the smiles of the sweet green-eyed girl who still brought in her katana at times. When you questioned her about it, she simply said it was a hobby and you could hardly believe that such a genteel girl like her could possibly be interested in something such as swordmanship.

You were proven wrong when you saw her carry heaps of ingredients into your storage room.

Mitsuri was at first shy when she offered her help, and you were worried that she might get injured, but the girl continued to persist. "I promise I won't be a hindrance, I just want to thank and help you for all the times you've given me cake and allowed me to loiter about!" She sueaked like a mouse.

"Fine, but if it's too much work, just tell me." You reassured the girl, patting her on her back.

The shock on your face when you saw her carry five boxes with one hand was hilarious. However, Mitsuri did not see it that way, she found herself upset that she had caused such an expression to make its way onto your face. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

"What for?" You quickly snapped out from your daydream.

"I just- I know its not normal."

"What's not normal?" You rebutted.

"My body. I know it's not very ladylike." Your heart almost broke at her confession as you approached your most esteemed customer and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Ladylike or not, I think you're the most wonderful woman I've ever met." You smiled, attempting to reassure her.

"But all my fiancés... they- they never liked my body. They all said it was like a hound's." Mitsuri began to tear up as you embraced the girl, patting her fluffed braids. "I'll never find a husband with such an abnormal body." Sobbed Mitsuri. Your hands brushed against her hair, caressing her soft skin with a smile as you brought her face to look at you.

"Trust me, those men have no idea what they've lost." You smirked as you wiped away her tears with the pads of your thumbs.

"Trust me, I'd say they lost out by rejecting such a beautiful lady like you. I'd marry you if I could."

You were such an idiot, you realised that only after you confessed that you found Mitsuri — your innocent, sweet, kind-hearted customer — aesthetically pleasing.

Truly, you were a genius.

You had never seen Mitsuri's face turn so red before. Before, you had only seen her cheeks dust with a shade of pink akin to cherry blossoms, but you had never seen her face turn a dark shade of cherry-red. She dived back into your arms, thanking you softly as she nuzzled her face into your neck.

"You're beautiful too." She mustered the courage to say, which also made your cheeks heat up. Perhaps both of you had more in common than you thought.

You both looked away out of shyness, even as you hugged one another.

From that day onwards, Mitsuri no longer found her stomach growling every time she saw your bakery, but rather, she found her heart pounding faster than ever.

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #mitsuri kanroji x reader #mitsuri kanroji

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for wanting to be beautiful?

I (15F) really thought I wasn't pretty. At all. I kind of thought of myself as a Mrs. Mix-N-Match, all slapped together at random by a blind old lady or something. I thought my nose was stupidly big and my hair was too dull and too straight. I thought I was too fat. My mom and a friend who I'll call A (15F) told me all the time that I was fine just the way I was, but I didn't believe them. They were beautiful, both of them, in a way I wasn't. They were happy with themselves, and obviously they wanted to spare my feelings.

Ever since high school started I wasn't able to get it out of my head that I was just so... stupidly ugly. That I wasn't right and I needed to be fixed with makeup and plastic surgery. One day I got into a fight with A because she thought I was too focused on beauty, and I said a lot of terrible things to her about how she still acted and dressed like a kindergartner. I kind of hated myself even more after that. I really wasn't beautiful on the inside, either, like everyone said counted the most.

That night I decided to do something and sit with the popular girls I admired. I tried to dye my hair blonde, but it didn't work out and my mom was really upset with me. The next day I went to school the same as I'd ever been and sat with the girls anyway, because it was either that or sit alone now that I'd been awful like that to A. I couldn't keep up with them though. I felt so left out of something I wasn't even apart of.

Every day on my way home, I walked past this big junkyard. It's kind of interesting to look at, so sometimes I just stopped and stared. It's where all sorts of ugly things went to be destroyed, there's kind of a beauty in that. Sometimes I felt like walking in and just making my real home somewhere.

On that day, though, I saw a hand sticking out of the trunk of a car. It was humanlike, with long fingers, but I remember immediately recognizing it as some kind of doll. I was curious, so I broke the trunk open and found a robot girl. She looked like a dainty, beautiful clown, but being left in a junkyard she was kind of trashed.

I felt bad for her. So I took her home and brought her to my room. I cleaned her up, gave her some of my clothes that I wasn't worthy of. I redid her makeup the best I could and everything, I really did do the absolute most I could to make this robot pretty again. I think I did a good job.

After I was finished, I turned her on to see if she still worked. And she did! She sprang to life and introduced herself. I'll be calling her E. E thanked me for fixing her up and making her look new again, and offered to grant me a wish to make me as happy as I made her. It felt so surreal at the time, but I made a wish anyway just to fulfill whatever programming she had. Maybe I felt like she could really grant my wish. I'm not sure.

I wished to be beautiful. E told me that she would need a little while to think about how to grant my wish, and turned off on her own. I wasn't sure at the time when had just happened, so I went on with my day as usual. She wasn't on again when I woke up for school the next morning, but by the time I came home I found her on in my room.

E gave me this heart shaped pendant necklace, and told me to never take it off under any circumstances. Apparently it was what was going to help her make me beautiful. At that point I was kind of starting to believe it, because I'm not sure where she got a pristine, actual silver pendant from if she wasn't really magical.

Over the next couple of days, I got prettier. Piece by piece. First my arms, then my legs, and then all that was left of the old me was my face. E warned me that I wouldn't want to change my face, because it would be shocking and maybe even scary, but I told her that I didn't want MY face.

So the next day, I wake up with a brand new, perfect face. I go on a date with my crush, I spend the weekend with a group of beautiful girls I'd always idolized! I felt left out with them, still, because I was still poor and couldn't afford half the things they could, but it was awesome.

At some point, though, I tripped during lunch. Everyone was laughing at me even though I was beautiful. I was more focused on the pendant E had told me to never take off, because the way I'd fallen the pendant had broken off of it entirely! The laughter stopped after a minute, replaced by screaming, and I realized I was turning into some kind of scrap metal monster.

A gave me the pendant as I was standing up. I told her she was a good friend and ran home as fast as I could as my body broke down. When I got there, I couldn't find E anywhere. Eventually I checked the garage, where I found a bunch of bloody trash bags. I opened one to find a bunch of organs and dismembered body parts, it was horrible. Then I saw a familiar nose I'd obsessed over for so long in the bag, and I realized E had been taking me apart to make me "beautiful".

E arrived in the garage and told me she had granted my wish as I fell completely apart. Then, and I don't even know how, she took my old appearance as her own. I realized then that I had been really pretty. I think I died after that.

I don't know. I feel horrible. I was just so stupid, and I didn't listen to anyone. I was horrible to A. I think I kind of deserve what E did to me. I'm just... ugly. Inside and out. She showed me that.

AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #body horror

[samiwife]

If you write for Mick Karn, could you make literally anything fluffy with him lol Also I love the pfp <3

Thank you, and yes of course! I can do that! Thanks 4 the request <3

Hair Dye ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Mick Karn X Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Mick always had crazy colors of hair, when you first met him he had pink hair. That's what made you so attracted to him. His funky style, his generosity, the way he would always make you laugh. You loved everything about him. You and Mick have been living together for a while. When living with him, you never expected the large amount of hair products in the bathroom. It took over the bathroom but you didn't mind, anything to make Mick's hair look good.

However, it's been a while since Mick dyed his hair. It was so long in fact that his hair turned naturally back. It wasn't pink anymore. You guessed he was too busy writing songs and playing bass to care for his hair color. So one day you decide to fix that. "Mick sweetie, come to the bathroom please." You called out to him. Mick was in the other room writing. Mick walks into the bathroom to see a small stool and numerous bottles of hair dyes laid out. "What's all this darling?" Mick asked looking at the bottles.

"Well since you haven't been coloring your hair, I've decided to help you dye your hair." You explained while putting on gloves. Mick smiled and sat on the stool you put down. "What color do you want Mick?" You asked while pointing at the bottles of dyes. "Hmmm, maybe blonde with pink bangs," Mick said smiling. You nodded and grabbed the blonde hair dye.

You read the instructions on the bottle and followed them. You put some dye in your hands and rubbed it gently in Mick's hair. You made sure, it was all over and not missing a single spot. You kept asking Mick if he was okay, you feared you would hurt him. "Y/N, I'm fine. You're doing a good job, no need to worry darling." Mick said to comfort you. You smiled and completed the hair dye step. Then you took a shower cap and put it on Mick's head to keep the dye in. During the waiting time, you and Mick put on your favorite records and danced.

After 30 minutes, it was finally time to rinse. You told Mick to lean his head over the bathtub and you'll rinse for him. Mick complied and leaned his head over. You rinsed his soft hair in the tub, gently massaging his head in process. Mick was enjoying this a lot, he loved hanging out with you and loved dyeing his hair. After rinsing, you took out the hair dryer and told Mick to sit on the stool again. You dried his hair and fluffed it up.

Mick blushed at your efforts to make him pretty again. "Y/N, I'm thankful for you doing this," Mick said as you ran your finger through his hair. "Mick, I'm doing this because I love you. Plus you're my boyfriend so I love to see you happy." You said grabbing the pink hair dye. You put on the gloves again and did the same thing as the blonde hair dye step. You tried your best not to get it on Mick's forehead. This time you didn't need the shower cap because it was just a small portion of hair being colored.

Again, in waiting time you and Mick danced to your favorite beats and records. "Sweetheart, have you ever thought of dyeing your hair?" Mick asks you while holding your hands. You never really dyed your hair. It's always been the color you have now. "Not really Mick, but you can always help me if you want." You said kissing his cheek. Mick blushed, he liked the idea of dyeing your hair.

Mick also loved styling your hair too. He would try to braid it or add clips to it. He loved it the most when you wore hair barrettes and small colorful clips of butterflies or flowers. After time was up, you rinsed Mick's hair and dried it. The end result was beautiful, the pink was light but noticeable.

The blonde made Mick's eyes stand out more. You were proud of yourself and your end product. Mick's reaction was also good. He was so happy with his hair, it was fun and vibrant again. He looked in the mirror admiring your work. "Y/N, this looks amazing. Thank you."

Mick said wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss. You blushed and kissed his lips. "I'm glad you like it, sweetheart, that means I can always do it for you." You said hugging his waist. "Of course darling you can dye my hair anytime," Mick said resting his head on your shoulder. You giggled and held his hand as you two both admired his hair while your favorite record was playing.

#80s rock #fanfiction #japan band #mick karn #mick karn x reader #mick karn imagines #mick karn fanfics #steve jansen #david sylvian #rob dean #richard barbieri #japan band x reader

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

A Crime In the Devildom (Obey Me!) fic part 3

Previous Part 2 here. Next Part 4 here.

content: Marzena is assured by her pact demons that she is safe. When she feels anything but safe after that horrid fight. Established relationships, mention of violence, mention of blood, mention of injury, blood, mention of death, mention of nudity for the purpose of bathing.

Solomon had teleported directly to the House of Lamentation to be the one to open the front doors. The group soon filing in for Beelzebub to stay outside and in the air. Marzena nestled close to him as he waited for the all clear. Yet Marzena was getting close to a panic attack. Beel could feel her trembling in his arms as well as the fact her heart was pounding for her ribs to vibrate. So Beelzebub gently shifted his hold on Marzena for her to face the Devildom landscape. Her body turned to the scenery as Beelzebub kept his arms around her chest and waist. "Marzena. Look. We can see the entire Devildom up here."

Marzena opened her eyes to give a gasp of pure wonder. The trembling of her body easing away as she gazed at the sight before her. While Beelzebub nuzzled his nose into the crown of her head. Enjoying how she relaxed in his embrace as she whispered, "Wow. It's so beautiful. No clouds to be seen. Just stars and city as far as you can see." Satan was soon flying up to join them via concentrated wind magic. Soon placing his arm around Beelzebub's shoulder to hum at the sight. "A fine night to enjoy the beauty of our home. Perhaps we should commission Solomon for a flying carpet to use. That way we might sit up here and have a picnic."

Beelzebub hummed at that plan for Marzena to chuckle. Yet she sounded uncertain when she spoke. "Might not work out. I am not a big fan of heights. But maybe we can go mountain climbing for a similar outing." Satan nodded to tell Marzena with loving warmth, "Solomon has given the all clear for the entranceway and the stairs. Asmodeus said we should place you in his room and bathroom until we go through the rest of the house. So be prepared for Asmo to do that threatened hair treatment." Marzena sighed to then have a stray thought and say. "Might as well keep me occupied with a new dye job. I haven't touched up the gold and red streaks in a while."

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Mammon was currently benched on a stool in the luxurious bathroom as Satan tended to his still bleeding arm. The Avatar of Greed staying quiet as he watched Asmodeus strip Marzena of her ruined clothes. The human soon bare of any coverings as Mammon gives a hiss to clench his teeth. "Shit. Asmo. There's a huge ass bruise right on Marzena's left hip." Asmodeus looked to then give a gasp of pure sadness as Marzena turned to the mirror to check. Which had her blink to then grumble in annoyance. "No wonder my hip is numb. Fantastic. Also. Mammon needs a whap on the head for not closing his eyes." Satan chuckles to reach a hand up and ruffle Mammon's hair. Asmodeus huffing to help Marzena get into the waiting bath. "Please. You told all of us a long time ago you didn't care if we peeked. Just like you don't care if we all end up in a polyamory orgy. For such a serious human, you tend to be very free spirited in certain ways."

Marzena gave a shrug to melt into the bath water. Her sigh escaping before she spoke her mind to them. "My mom grew up in a nudist colony full of hippies and pacifist folks. She made it clear to me I have the right to choose how and who I love as long as I take the time to think it over first. She told me about her every one night fling and group sex lessons in her college days. So I am highly aware of what might happen if I go down certain roads." Asmodeus openly giggles to say with good cheer, "She is a wonder. I loved getting to meet her. Sharon may be a sweetheart. But it's clear she loves to live and party." Satan snickers to then finish with Mammon's arm. When Satan's phone rings for him to put it on speaker for the room. "You are on speaker. What is it, Barbatos?"

The demon butler sounds both worried and angry as he speaks. "Lord Diavolo just had a delivery. One that proves there is more than one serial killer." All of them go dead still for Mammon to cuss out loud. Satan frowning to add Lucifer to the call. So Barbatos continues once Lucifer answers his phone. "A delivery of ear lobes was found at the front doors of the castle. Along with a note that the killings will continue. That the hydra will hunt and devour as they please. We also have been told the demon we arrested has been murdered in his room. Left quite the statement. Exactly the same style of killings as the other victims."

Marzena gave a squeak of pure emotion for Asmodeus to just crawl into the bath while fully clothed to hug Marzena tight. While Lucifer gave a few flinted words in that angelic dialect Simeon used while writing. So Barbatos sighed to then speak up once the line had gone quiet. "I have asked that a few cambions move into the house next door to Sharon's home. They actually volunteered to move in with Sharon to help with her ten adopted rehabilitation dogs. So Sharon is safe in the human world. Luke has been escorted back to the Celestial Realm so Michael might teach him how to craft special angelic relics. All we need do is find this hydra and sunder the evil it poses."

Satan sighed as Lucifer spoke up. The Avatar of Pride sounding deadly serious as he made his point clear. "We will continue with our given plans for most of us to attend the school and keep tabs on the investigations. Thirteen should be contacted to request that she move all of our candles to the most secret place in the three realms. Will mean we owe her a huge favor. But I am fine with that." Barbatos gave a huff of a chuckle to sound highly pleased. "A fine idea. I doubt that anyone might reach our candles to begin with. Yet it would be a perfect prank for anyone to attempt such and find them all moved somewhere else."

Lucifer then spoke directly to Marzena. His words turning molten and soft. "Marzena. No one will be allowed to harm you. We will be with you for it all. No matter the dangers or trials. As we love you, we will defend you." Marzena relaxed in Asmo's arms to sniffle and sob. Hot tears landing in the bath water as she let herself come undone. "Love you too, Lucifer. Love you all."

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[miitarashi]

ok hear me out, I was just thinking about something-

the reader who usually dyes her hair red (or another color), so one day she asks Tintin to help her dye it. And so he does this, and after she washes her hair he helps her dry and brush it and--- it would be so cute <3 (fem or gn reader, you can choose)

don't feel pressured, you can write this whenever you want (if you want). It's just that I'm in my Tintin phase, and I love your writing. Don't forget to drink water :)

Owww this idea is so cute tho🥺

PLEASE STAY IN YOUR TINTIN PHASE WE NEED MORE PEOPLE ON THIS FANDOM (and yes i had just drank a whole cup of water thank you for the preocupation😘)

You love my writing??? Bro 😭 i love you dear unknow person,I LOVE U

Sooo,let's go to the main thing now shall we??

[Name] = reader (fem)

Warnings: none. Just some quality time with this precious boy (and sorry for any gramatical errors)

Prompt - hair day with Tintin's help.

You just finished your bath. On the way out of the bathroom,you see your reflexion on the mirror and soon noticed the state of your hair. It's been a long time since you dyed and the roots where growing pretty fast.

"Hm...guess it's time to dye again..." - you commented out loud for yourself.

After drying your hair,you started to get the things from your drawer that you keep there exactly for this occasion.

"[Name]? I'm home" - you hear Tintin's voice,along the sound of the door closing and a bark from Milu.

"Welcome! I'm on the bedroom" - as you put that same old shirt,already with some red hair dye marks,you warned,hearing his footsteps getting close.

"Can i come in?" - you quickly said yes,and he openned the door,as soon he sees the shirt,already knew what you were about to do.

"Hey,any good hints about this case for now?" - he let a little sigh.

"Unfortunaly,nothing conclusive. Seems like i'm walking in circles. Hair day?" - he ask sitting on the bed,watching you.

You nod mixing the bleach, determined to completely restore your hair color as it looked a bit faded. As you finished,putting the mirror in a good position,you was about to start the rather time-consuming process of bleaching and painting.

"[Name]?" - you hummed.

"Can i help you with it this time?"

You stopped,looking back at him a bit confused by the sudden request. By your face,he could know what you was probably thinking and get up from the bed walking over to you.

"I just thought it would be better with more hands to do the job. And well,if i learn how to do it properly,i can basically make the "hair day" a day that i can pamper you a bit. Sounds good,right?" - he finish with that little cute smile that you just can't resist making you sigh a bit and laugh.

"Another one? Don't you already pamper me enough Mr Tintin?" - you reply in a playful tone.

He giggle softly and kiss your forehead tenderly.

"A bit more is not so bad,and beside,look at it as a way to make up for the time i've been gone on my adventures. I want to spend as much time with my beautiful girl i can" - as he say it,his thumb caress your cheek lightly,one of his habits that you love with passion. Those light touches that pass what he's feeling in a humble way.

"Ok ok,you won....but you have to dye your hair with-"

"No."

"Damm- that was the most fast and convicted answer i've ever heard" - you laugh at his adamant reply.

Tintin roll his eyes,that small smile still there as he watch you giggle.

"Now now" - he hold your shoulders from behind looking at you by the mirror - "from where do we start?"

"First,put other clothes just in case. Those ones that you almost don't use anymore because the hair dye really stains and never get out. Since you're on my house..."

You get up from the chair,going for your closet and after a little while you found another shirt that you don't use much and it's a pretty large size that can probably fit him.

"Here,this one"

"Thank you,[Name]" - you just nod back as a response and goes back for your chair.

As he begin to remove his sweater,you was openly looking,what made him stop and look back at you.

"A little privacy,please?"

"Oh- of course" - and jokingly you put a hand to cover your eyes,leaving a wide openning that still give you full vision.

"...really?"

"Ok ok,sorry. It's hard to resist but i'll do my best!"

As you sit with your back facing him,you could hear a quiet chuckle.

"Sometimes,i really can't with you"

"I made you laugh then it was worth it!"

This time you was the one giggling as he gets closer again,already changed with your another old shirt.

"I can't deny that. Well,and now?"

"We do the sectioning. Separating in four parts and do the strand test to see if my hair can handle it without problems and just then, we start to discolor with the bleach"

"Sounds...toilsome" - you shrug and look up to him.

"And that's is just the first part"

"Oh Lord" - you couldn't contain the chuckle at his suprised response.

"Yeah,i know. Ready to start this time consuming thing?"

"Well,i was the one who asked,so let's get into it"

You take the bowl with the bleach and start teaching him how to do it,being a fast leaner make things easier for you and not too much later,after making the test and seen that your hair could handle it,you both really begin the work. He always tried his best to be careful,stopping at the slight sound or move of you,when he was detangling your hair mostly.

After bleaching your hair,letting you wash this time,he soon begin to apply the hair dye,concentrated to not mess up even when he already leaned how to do it. You could see through the mirror that focused face of his making you giggle by how seriously he end up taking care of it.

"Is there something funny?" - he ask taking another lock and putting the hair dye.

"Hm? Oh,nothing nothing,don't worry"

You play it off with a sweet smirk,seeing Tintin still looking at you through the mirror for a moment and smiling.

"And you,found something funny?"

As the table's turn,you end up asking the same question with a eyebrow rised and he shake his head lightly looking back at your hair.

"Just admiring" - he said simply,leaving you confused a bit.

"Admiring?"

"Your smile. I couldn't not look" - he say in that honest and soft tone making a little blush grow on your cheek as you rolled your eyes playfully making him chuckle this time.

"And...done" - he pass the rest of the paint on your hair covering with the hood.

"Thank you Tintin" - you get up and kiss his cheek.

As you begin to take things away,he take off the gloves and throw on the trash with the rest seeing the tip of his fingers a bit red by the paint.

"Guess i'll have to stay with it for a while" - he say looking down to his hands,getting your attention.

"Looks like you just killed someone" - you come over to him.

"And i can't even deny it" - he comment with a small shake of his head.

"Don't worry,i'll help you hide the body-"

"[Name],no"

"Oh come on- this is just a proof of how much i love you!" - you say following him out of the room.

"A morbid way indeed"

"...well yeah,but it's true..." - you hug him by his waist resting your chin on the chest looking up with almost puppy eyes.

"Guess i have to deal with it then?" - you nod happily and he give a little kiss on your nose making your smirk grow a bit.

"Feeling hungry?"

"Yeah...what about we buy something for dinner and eat while watching some movie or other thing?"

"hm,sounds good. What do you-"

"pizza!" - you cut his speak,excited since it's been a while that you didn't eat this.

"ok then,pizza will be"

He walked over the living room telephone ordering the pizza,you favorite flavor. When it arrived,both of you sited comfortable on the couch,you snuggling closer to his chest while a hand goes right for your waist to keep you near him. While watching a random movie,you two eat pizza until you look up at the clock, noticing that the hair dye had already make effect and you had to take it off.

"Time to take the hair dye off?" - he asked when you leave his cozy and warm embrance to get up receiving a nod from you.

When you was about to walk away,Tintin had get up from the couch too and begin to follow your steps towards the bathroom making you stop just to look back at him.

"why you following me..?"

"to take the hair dye off. I begin,so i have to finish,can i?" - you just shrug with a small smile at his demeanor.

And you two go to the bathroom next. He pulls out a chair for you to sit by the sink, allowing him to use the small shower in the bathroom to wash the dye out of your hair. When he was done, he was careful when untangling it so it didn't hurt too much, making a point of striking up a conversation every now and then or simply complimenting you to try and make your cute cheeks redden a little (which he did). After helping to moisturize your hair because of the fresh dyeing, as soon as you two left the bathroom he dried your hair and combed it one last time, arranging it the way you like it.

"and... that's it. We're done" - put the comb aside and walked away so you could look at yourself in the mirror.

"much better,the color is vivid again!" - you say happily seeing your hair restored to its former glory.

"beautiful as always" - he approached saying that before kissing her cheek and resting his hands on her shoulders.

"so,am i approved to help you next time?"

"hm...i guess so"

"you guess?" - his tone was almost sarcastic as he looked at you.

"relax, i'm just playing around" - you turned around, hugging him by the neck, which promptly rested his hands on your waist.

"of course you can"

"great,i'm more than thankful for it"

A soft smile grew on his face, planting a lingering kiss on her lips hugging her waist. When he pulled away, he kept the same smile, brushing a strand of your red hair behind your ear so he could have a full view of your face, caressing the cheek with his thumb, finishing with a forehead kiss.

"i love you [Name]" - in an almost whisper tone, just for you to hear, he said making you smile a little.

"I love you too Tintin"

Staring back into his caring blue eyes,you bend forward to return the kiss,pulling away with a sweet smirk.

"but next time you'll dye your hair with me!"

Seeing your determinated face,he laugh quietly before giving his answer,holding eye contact making you anxious for a positive response and then:

"[Name],no"

"oh come on-"

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A/N: finally i finished it! Dammit i hate my procrastination 😭. But here it is my dear unknow person! Thank you again for the request. And bro- i'm almost with 50 followers??? Like what in the great heavens- when i hit 50 i'll do a part 2 of the headcanons since i have much more of them,but i'll already thank you all for it,i wasn't really expecting this much of people liking my content lol. I love y'all! 😌♥️

#the adventures of tintin #tintin #tintin movie #tintin x reader #tintin 2011

[vaultedthewall]

Chronicles of Amber Fancast

Prefacing this with what I actually want from a Chronicles of Amber series is that tweet about not actually wanting an all star cast but ten unknowns and a scriptwriter that is deeply unwell. But if I'm gonna pick and choose big name actors here is who I would like based mostly on vibes, attractiveness (to me), and the likelihood it would really upset certain subreddits. AKA everything important in life. Mainly just the children of Oberon in the first five books bc it's already long enough as is.

Corwin - Oscar Isaac

Charismatic enough to make me forget how much I fucking hate Corwin, also he can sing. Thanks to Moon Knight we know he can totally rock "Protag who is just as confused as the audience as to what is going on" which is v important for Nine Princes In Amber.

Benedict - Idris Elba

Tall, 100% Done With This Family's shit, can carry the vibes of someone who only doesn't have the throne because he doesn't want it and everyone agrees if that was different he'd just have it.

Eric - Taika Waititi

Can balance both absolute piece of trash bag of dicks while still being charismatic which is really what's important about Eric.

Deirdre - Kali Reis

You want a battle maiden you'll get a battle maiden. If anything the main problem here is there's no way on god's green earth you could convince me she'd need Corwin and/or Random to come to her rescue for anything, but hey adaptations are for changing things.

Fiona - Sophie Turner

For all the redheads I thought it'd be important to pick people who normally play affable everymen/heroes/people you're used to seeing as goodguys, even if the nature of adapting a book series that's older than most of the people you'd cast in it means the 'big twist' of who the traitors are is something everyone sees coming. So someone well practiced at ingenues would be perfect for the actual baddest bitch in charge.

Bleys - K. J. Apa

We're gonna give him a better dye job than Riverdale though okay I promise.

Brand - Jack Quaid

Absolutely 'just this guy you know' vibes. Easy to overlook. Would YOU believe he was the big bad? Come on.

Llewella - Halle Bailey

Yes I'm making a Little Mermaid joke, try and stop me. But also given how shafted she was in the books I think it's important to use someone who can do a lot with having few speaking lines (though hopefully again that would be fixed in an adaptation)

Caine - Vico Ortiz

Literally I just want to watch them doing all the scenery chewing bullshit you know Caine has to get up to while they are manipulating and spycrafting their way through shit. Can fully believe they'd pull a finding a copy of themself to kill and leave so people don't know they're still around behind the scenes. Especially in their Blackbeard fit, come on.

Julian - Conrad Ricamora

Did I just cast my absolute most favorite Mister Darcy as my number one blorbo Julian? Call the fucking cops on me idgaf. His resting bitch face and sarcasm are second to none. Also watch Fire Island (2022) on Hulu.

Gérard - Jason Momoa

Along with being the biggest canon kinda implies he's also the hottest of all of Oberon's sons so absolute massive dreamboat Jason Momoa it is. Also for the lolz of him and Vico being the navy people.

Florimel - Jamie Clayton

Did you ever see a woman so beautiful you started crying?

Random - Bex Taylor-Klaus

They can absolutely go through the journey of youngest sibling in the jester position/fuckup because who cares > most responsible one after all.

BONUS

Bill Roth - Wil Wheaton

Look I adore his narration of the last five Amber books!!! I want him somewhere so the reliable chillax lawyer from earth who somehow just rolls with becoming the family lawyer for what amounts to gods of reality. I know I said I actually want a bunch of unknowns for the actual series but I will cry at whoever I must to make this happen. Please.

#chronicles of amber #fancast #roger zelazny

[boag]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

@malibubarbiethepinkprincess tagged me to do this lol thank u qween

1) Are you named after anyone?

My mom actually named me Karma after a rave she went to on her 19th birthday, but my middle name is Renee after her aunt who died young in the 80s bc she had an asthma attack while dyeing her own hair alone at home and stopped breathing bc of the fumes 😭

2) Do you have kids?

No lol

3) Do you use sarcasm a lot?

4) When was the last time you cried?

I cry daily I’m just that kinda girl idk . Earlier I cried a little bit bc I couldn’t find my weed pen

5) What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Vibes

6) Eye color?

Light brown I guess . They usually seem darker than they are but in direct sunlight and photos with flash they’re more like an amber color

7) What sports do you/have you played?

I cheered for football from like age 5 to age 10 .

8) Any special talent?

I’m a pretty good singer!! I used to be a lot better when I was younger and I used to constantly practice and study vocal technique online bc I wanted to sing professionally. My dream at one point was to be an opera performer. Now that I’m an adult my voice has deepened a significant amount and also I’ve been smoking for years and don’t rlly practice or work on technique anymore so my singing isn’t nearly as impressive as it was back then, but I still sing for fun a lot and in some ways I think I sound better now that my voice has matured. I also used to play covers of random songs on ukulele while singing by myself at home when I was younger lol. And I draw and paint too.

9) Where were you born?

South Jersey

10) Scary movies or happy endings?

I hate this question bc they’re not mutually exclusive concepts and also both are good as long as they’re executed well and make sense with the overall point of the movie.

11) Do you have any pets?

Yes! I have a chihuahua named Pandora but I just call her Panda 90% of the time (she was named after the Skins character) and a fluffy tabby cat named Xena who I’ve had since I was nine years old. Also my mom has a chihuahua-maltese mix named Cosmo and he’s like my four-legged little brother .

12) How tall are you?

Like 5’3

13) What are your hobbies?

Doing my makeup and watching movies and tv and microblogging and smoking a lot and FaceTiming people and loving my friends and making art and singing along to music loudly Thanks so much<3

14) Favorite subject in school?

It was ALWAYS history

15) Dream job?

I do not dream of labor but like the best things I’ve thought of maybe doing as a career in the future are probably like… teaching middle school or counseling or smth like that . Or maybe I’ll go to beauty school 🤔

I tag @1892 @lizzyswor1d @evilnicegirl @joaquinscleftlip @b-0-ngripper-deactivated20010911 @computerexploder @sun-lit-goth @yungrapunxelpart2 @carygrantsbeard @holedyke @mrsterlingeverything @boyczar @gavinstrick @g3pony @angelnumber27 but like no pressure lol

[the-spaced-out-ace]

3, 11, 25, and 40!!

3. guilty pleasure?

This is embarrassing but uh. Shrek the Third. I understand it’s a terrible movie but I loved it as a kid and I thought Prince Charming’s so-bad-it’s-good musical number was peak comedy so I will defend that movie until the end of time 😭 who knows what that says about me.

11. Favorite myth?

If we’re talking generally well known myths (as in, Hellenistic myths that are often studied in North America), my favorite is Eros and Psyche. Something something true love (Eros) and the human spirit (Psyche) triumphing shallow beliefs about love and beauty (Aphrodite handling things better than she did in most myths by not just killing or transforming someone) through sheer passion and loyalty and determination. The fact that the marriage between love and spirit literally gives birth to hope?? It’s just a really really sweet myth which is certainly rare as far as Greek mythology goes (and my little aspec soul does kinda appreciate that Eros, despite being the god of romance, doesn’t pursue Psyche for romance and sex alone. Compare that to Aphrodite being the goddess of love in general, including sex and beauty and like?? Idk it’s just nice to me that Eros saw Psyche as like. A person?? To get to job and treat well and love for her soul???? I’m fucking rambling I just have so many thoughtsssss)

Uhhh the point I was gonna make is that my all time favorite myth is from Shintoism, and it’s of Amaterasu in the Cave. The sun goddesses might be gay for the dawn goddesses, who also invented Japanese theatre while trying to get her to come out of the cave. You heard it here first (jokes aside it’s just a fun myth so!!)

25. Do you collect anything?

I’ve got too many hot topic pins. Does that count.

As I typed that I realize wait YES I DO. CDs!!!!

40. if you could dye your hair any color, what would you pick?

My hair was dyed red throughout most of my last year of high school and tbh I wanna do that again. But not bright ginger like I did back then. Maybe more like a strawberry blonde.

#asks #ask game

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[ENG TRANS] SOOYOUNG ON MARIE CLAIRE JUNE 2023

Q. You went to Paris last April for this photo shoot, right? What memories do you have from the days you spent there?

Sooyoung: I’ve had a few chances to go to Paris during my activities, but with the opportunity brought by this pictorial, I was able to visit (Paris) again after a long time and stayed for about four days. Perhaps it’s because I’m lucky when it comes to the weather (laughs), but the sky was so clear and the sun was shining beautifully too on the day of the shoot. Thanks to that, I had fun working and I also enjoyed the atmosphere on the site during my spare time. After working, I went to Switzerland to travel with my mom and sister.

Q. Some moments you experience on a trip can give you inspiration in life for the future. Did you feel anything new while traveling to Switzerland?

Sooyoung: I realized that experience is important. I went to Matterhorn and faced the snowy mountains for the first time in my life, and I was overwhelmed by the magnificent beauty of mother nature. I personally prefer trips in the city, but I want to go backpacking and enjoy nature. Another new experience was paragliding. Before I jumped down, admiration of the scenery and fear crossed my mind. But when I returned to the ground, I was like, ‘Do birds feel this way?’ it was strange, something I’ve never felt in my entire life. It was a trip that made me determined to actively try out things that I haven’t done before.

Q. Coming back after your trip, the drama <NamNam> is about to be released. It is based on a webtoon of the same name which depicts the story of Hopeless Mother ‘Eunmi’ (Jeon Jyejin) and Cool Daughter ‘Jinhee’ (Choi Sooyoung). I think it would have been necessary to have a process of adding new interpretation while still reflecting the original version.

Sooyoung: Jinhee’s job in the webtoon and drama are different. The Jinhee that appears in a drama is a police officer, and we thought that a neat short hair would look good so I didn’t dye my hair red like Jinhee in the webtoon. It was a choice made to bring out Jinhee’s personality in the drama, different from the webtoon. In terms of the development of the drama, there is also an episode wherein Jinhee is only a police officer. I referred to the tone and disposition in order to preserve the unique fun of the original version, but I focused more on the character in the drama itself that I had to express.

Q. How do you feel about waiting for the first episode which airs on July 17th?

Sooyoung: I’m the type to clear my mind once the filming is over and it goes out of my hands, but I’m hoping <NamNam> will do well. I hope this drama becomes a meaningful work for the viewers. Recently, there have been a lot of works that make female protagonists stand out such as <Queen Maker>, <Kill Boksoon>, <Work Later, Drink Now> and there are various genres as well. I hope that <NamNam> which captures the daily life of Eunmi and Jinhee, will also receive a lot of attention, and further help more female narratives to appear.

Q. A lot of people are looking forward to the kind of chemistry that you will show together with Actress Jeon Hyejin who plays the role of Eunmi.

Sooyoung: I like Jeon Hyejin sunbaenim so much. Just the fact that I’m participating in a project with Hyejin unnie makes me feel like I became a ‘successful fan’, and appearing with unnie as mother and daughter makes it an even more special opportunity. I thought that I have to be in harmony with Hyejin unnie in order to act to my heart’s content with her. (laugh) I was at a drinking party with unnie recently, and she said “I’m so happy that I got to act with Sooyoung”. Hearing her say those words made me feel relieved and touched.

Q. I’m getting curious about the chemistry that both actresses will show.

Sooyoung: It might feel strange at first. The relationship between Eunmi, who raised her daughter alone as a single mother, and Jinhee, who treats her mother like a friend, it’s not something common around us. <NamNam> is a work that tells us that there are also mother-and-daughter like this in the world. I think the charm of this drama is seeing Eunmi and Jinhee quarreling and living with complex emotions which are a combination of love, resentment, and respect.

Q. After wrapping up the filming for <NamNam>, you posted on SNS saying ‘Jinhee-ya, thank you for coming to me’. What were you feeling when you wrote those words?

Sooyoung: I was thinking that I wanted to tell a story about a mother through my work. I was lucky to be able to express and act out the emotions that Jinhee feels while looking at Eunmi. It was a point that I wanted to act out someday.

Q. It seems like a work that makes you think about the relationship between a mother and daughter. It may be the most intimate relationship, but like the drama says, they are also like ‘Strangers’ right?

Sooyoung: That’s right. I started living alone in the latter half of my 20s and I was so afraid that my mom might completely disappear from my life. When we met each other again after silently holding out and spending time separately, I was able to truly love my mom. When I was young, my mom cared for me and kept me safe, but now I feel like I should be the one to protect her. I want to know if anything hurts, and I want to show her a lot of good things. We also traveled to Switzerland because my mom often showed me photos of that place while saying, “If heaven exists, is it a place like this?”. I was glad that my mom liked that trip.

Q. Everyone, including mother and daughter, are fundamentally strangers, but there’s also a saying that ‘Only others save us’. Sooyoung, you also have moments where you feel the preciousness of other people, right?

Sooyoung: Of course. There are people who cross the line that I drew in an affectionate manner. They remember the food I enjoyed, or they suddenly give me something pretty as gifts. When someone is willing to give something for me like this, I realize that I have the power to exchange with others. I also want to convey this kind of emotion to the people around me.

Q. I had this thought when I heard that you and Yuri participated as flight volunteers for abandoned dogs on your trip to Los Angeles not long ago.. Sooyoung’s kindness reaches not only people but also animals.

Sooyoung: I heard that there are a lot of abandoned dogs waiting for help from volunteers. I thought that sending many more abandoned dogs to places where there are people waiting for them through planes that fly every day would ease their pain even just a little bit. Even if it's not often, I look into flight volunteer information when I go to places like the US. It was Yuri’s first time being a flight volunteer, and she thanked me for giving her the opportunity to help the dogs. I was also grateful that Yuri was able to feel those emotions and expressed them in words.

Q. It’s not easy to keep a relationship going for more than 15 years, but Girls’ Generation members have already spent that much time together. Not to mention in the closest way. It’s a relationship that started through work, but now, you have become very important people in each other’s lives.

Sooyoung: “When I went to Los Angeles with Yuri and Tiffany this time, every process went smoothly. It was very comfortable because we are used to honestly voicing out if we’re upset about something as well as yielding to each other fairly. We’ve been together for a long time so we know each other well, but I think it’s a blessing that I have friends beside me with whom we still have a lot to talk about whenever we meet. It felt as if we were being compensated for the days we lived intensely together.

Q. Girls’ Generation members, who received a huge amount of love right after debut, are now continuing activities in their respective places. Sooyoung is also solidifying her position as an actress.

Sooyoung: “I used to be shy about saying ‘I’m actress Choi Sooyoung’. Looking back now, I think I had a similar mindset to ‘Forky’ in <Toy Story> who didn’t think of himself as a toy. I was conscious of the prejudiced view about idol-turned-actor and obsessed over a kind of inferiority complex. But now, I have come a long way from such thoughts. I felt a great thirst for this freedom. I hope I can gain a lot more experience and show various faces as an actor using the freedom that I finally found.

Q. Are there more things you want to achieve in the future?

Sooyoung: “I’ve been ambitious/greedy lately. I talked to Yuri and Tiffany about it and they said, ‘It’s my first time hearing such words come out from Sooyoung’s mouth.’ (laughs) I don’t have a specific goal, but I do want to be loved more.”

Q. What is the fundamental reason behind such thoughts?

Sooyoung: “If you were to compare a person to a jar, my jar is filled with water very shallowly. If the amount of water is this little, it’s not an easy thing to share it with someone. I don’t think I’m that big of a person to an extent that I’d share what I have until the very last drop. That’s why I should fill myself up even more. It would be nice if I get filled to the point it overflows so that I can share even more.”

Q. So it’s being filled to be able to share.

Sooyoung: “There are a lot of people around me whom I’m grateful for and they tell me, “Even if you don’t pay me back, I will fill you up.” I wish to become that kind of person too. I want to be more relaxed so that I can give more. Then I will be able to deliver greater love to the people I cherish.”

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I went to Star of the Sea a few times a week all February, which means it took me like a month to look up and discover the giant pipe organ over the entrance. It's crazy how habitually I only look where I'm stepping, I'm constantly missing the most obvious (and interesting) things. I wonder if anyone ever plays it! There's a piano and also an electric keyboard of some kind up front that they use on the weekends, when music is played by an older lady with bright red hair and an absolutely wild operatic soprano. Every single person who comes here is an absolute capital-C character. I've even started to see these cool strega types in black furs with chic wigs or dye jobs and cateye glasses; with any luck that's what I'll be like when I'm their age.

I usually say that I'm going to this place, never having been to church in my life, because of an art history-related project I'm working on, but it feels like a lot of different converging paths have led me here. When my husband and I first moved to this neighborhood ten years ago, we stumbled upon the procession of Our Lady of Sorrows aka Mater Dolorosa aka La Maria Addolorata one day, and I immediately thought...man am I in the right place. Here is her statue in the Italian social club garden (which is cut back for the winter in this image, but when it's in bloom it's like a vibrant little jungle), and here is a photo from Wikipedia of the procession:

Naturally this introduction to the local traditions made me very interested in what could be in the church, although I took my time getting there. Bizarrely, when I finally checked it out last month, almost the first thing I heard was a reading in which Mary is told about how she's going to suffer for her son's fate, using the wording: "And you yourself a sword shall pierce". The phrase has a beautiful musicality to it, but it really caught my ear because it so obviously inspired the imagery of the Dolorosa. If I had gone on any other day, I wouldn't have received this strangely meaningful-to-me welcome. This pincushion version of Mary is strikingly gothic, and often garbed in black and gold:

I'm sure that when I first started coming to Star of the Sea, creeping around sneaking pictures, it might have been perturbing to at least some of the old time neighborhood retirees who come to weekday masses. But, I eventually became a familiar face, and I brought my husband to this wine and cheese thing they offered after last Saturday's service. We went around and introduced ourselves to the main regulars plus the monsignor (who is really sweet and good-humored), and that seemed to help; when I came back on Tuesday, one of the main ladies introduced me to more people and told them about our Saturday visit, it really seemed to mean something to her. Maybe it's pretentious of me but I feel like it might be good for them to see me around, like maybe if they get to know a punk-looking chick like me a little bit, then it will make them feel like they might have more in common with really different-seeming people than they think. And vice-versa, of course.

At the end of yesterday's mass, I got to meet the extremely sharp and charismastic Father Patterson who comes on Thursdays to help out, since the church's original guy passed away. Patterson came out and met everybody this time, and I was excited to tell him that I had never been to church before the week that he himself started coming to Star of the Sea, and his homilies were part of what kept me coming back. He stunned me by saying something like, "Keep coming, because while you might be inspired by this place, people around you are being inspired by you at the same time. You won't see it yourself and you don't even have to, because it's just you, your you-ness is what's inspiring." I was so humbled, I didn't really know how to act. It was an interesting insight; often when we feel bad about ourselves, we get served this condescending rhetoric about how your low self-esteem prevents you from seeing yourself as wonderful the way others do--but this was more like, you have to spend all your time with yourself, so you never experience yourself as novel, you can't possibly see what other people see. It's like how you can't smell yourself, basically. Up at the top I was saying how everybody who comes here is a big time Character with unique personalities, and suddenly it occurred to me that I am now one of those Characters. I have the feeling Patterson was sent to Star of the Sea like Mary Poppins, to uplift everybody who lost their pastor and are worried about the future of the parish. He's doing a really good job and it will be a bummer when he's gone.

Meanwhile, baby's first meme:

#long post #star of the sea