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lesbianpepsi · 9 months

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you fit me better than my favourite sweater

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!reader

summary: you and Wednesday end up stranded in the middle of the lake

words: 3.954k

warnings: mentions fear of drowning, swearing, bad writing

author notes: this has been in my drafts for a fat minute and i completely forgot about it ngl

"It won't be that bad, I mean any idiot can do it." You say as you meticulously enter the canoe, gripping at the sides with a God strong as the tiny wooden boat rocked from side to side.

"Any idiot can, but you're the most idiotic person I've ever met." Wednesday grumbled as she swiftly sat across from you, entering the canoe much more gracefully than you.

You grinned as you carefully grabbed the oars from the bottom of the boat, carefully sticking them through the small holes on the side of the boat.

"At least that makes me memorable." You remarked.

Wednesday shook her head as she leaned over to push the boat away from the small dock, the boat wobbling as it caused small ripples in the water.

You sighed as you messily began moving the oars in and out of the water, the canoe moving slowly.

"Row. Row. Row." Wednesday uttered in a deadpan tone, her eyes glued to the lake. You rolled your eyes as you moved the oars with all of your strength. "Could you be any more uplifting?" You mumbled sarcastically as you unconsciously gripped at the oars tighter.

There was an actual reason behind the entire situation of you and your friend-not so friend- Wednesday going canoeing at a late hour.

You couldn't swim, an embarrassing fact but unfortunately true, you simply couldn't. Whenever you had lessons as a kid you never could float and would always manage to have at least one or more near drowning incidents.

You tried for months but never got the hang of it, eventually you just accepted the fact you're not a swimmer.

That was something Enid was afraid of.

Ever since the Black Cats won for the first time in decades in the Poe Cup, Enid wanted to make sure they stayed champions.

To make matters worse Yoko said she didn't want to participate this year due to getting poisoned over the entire race last year.

That's how Enid ended up asking you to which you agreed but disagreed at the same time. You would do it, but you couldn't swim. So if their boat broke, you’d be fucked.

Enid took that a 'yes with some minor technicalities' and somehow managed to convince Wednesday to take you out to canoeing. If you could canoe like a pro then that would help the team and decrease the risk of the boat going down.

You agreed to it whereas the goth was very reluctant to go canoeing with you. Enid thought it was because Wednesday didn’t do people and would loathe having to communicate with someone if she didn’t gain anything from it.

Thinking about it, it was partially true but you know the real reason why Wednesday doesn’t want to be alone with you.

She didn’t trust herself.

A few weeks back you and the local goth had a situationship going on; Wednesday being the one who started it and tried ending it on multiple occasions. She’d drag you into the closest, the dark corners of the library, empty classrooms, her dorm room, your dorm room and even the forest at one point to make out with you.

Each time she claimed it was a one time kiss and she was simply trying something new, but then the very next day those slender fingers were wrapped possessively around your wrist and dragging you towards the closest empty room.

You’ve been in love with the goth for a while which meant you greedily complied with her wishes and did whatever she wanted, like a dog to its owner.

She wanted to make out because she didn’t do as good on a test, you’re there for her. She wanted to learn what a hickey is, you’re more than welcome to show her and guide her. She says it’s the final time, you give her the fakest smile and agree with her.

Self respect? Who was she?

It had been a week ever since yours and Wednesday last kiss and she was avoiding you like the plague. It hurt but you didn’t really expect anything else to happen.

That’s why when Enid asked the psychic to go canoeing with you, you were more than happy whereas Wednesday was reluctant. But nobody could say no to Enid's puppy's eyes; that's how you ended up rowing slowly while Wednesday sat there comfortably watching you.

"If I did it would physically pain me." Wednesday quipped as she sat there with her incredibly straight posture, glaring at you.

"You don't wanna be my personal cheerleader? If you were, you'd have to say 'but I'm a cheerleader' at least once." You said with a giggle, moving further into the lake as you moved one oar quicker than the other.

You knew Wednesday didn't understand the joke as she observed you. "You're not amusing nor comedic, Y/n. I'd rather talk to a brick wall and I guarantee it would still be more interesting than you."

You barked out a laugh at her comment, not taking it to heart, it's the one thing you've learned ever since she started dragging you into every isolated room to make out with you.

"Bricks can be pricks." You joked as you rowed further and further, starting to get tired even though you had only been doing it for a few minutes. "When can we have swapsies? I've proved I can row so it's all good."

"I can swim and row like a professional, I also brought the Black Cats to victory the previous year. I do not need to row, you do." Wednesday said with her tone bordering on bragging.

"I get it." You sigh as you keep rowing. "You've seen how good I am at it and don't wanna embarrass yourself."

Wednesday's head snapped towards yours with a sharp look. You smirked as you looked down, your arms flexing as you rowed.

"Good? If you think that is good then you're destined to make us lose the poe cup." The ravenette barked out, this was the reaction you were expecting.

You shrugged your shoulders as you smiled innocently at her. "It's fine, Wednesday. I get it, I'm weirdly good at some things."

Wednesday didn't say anything for a moment. Her eyes trailing your face before they moved to glance at the oars.

You heard the girl let out a small grunt before she looked back at you. "Fine. Switch positions with me."

Pride flooded you instantly as you managed to convince the stubborn girl to do something. Feeling much more confident than you had in the beginning, without thinking you abruptly stood up to allow Wednesday to sit where you were sitting at.

As you stood up Wednesday's eyes widened dramatically as her eyes gazed towards your hands, grip loosening on the oars.

As if it was slow motion Wednesday watched as the further you stood up, the weaker your grip got on the oars.

"Do not let go of the oars!" Wednesday yelled at you the very moment you stood up completely straight, your grip on the oars vanished.

Splash

You nor Wednesday moved. Completely frozen.

You slowly eyed the space where the oars used to be, you swallowed nervously as you felt eyes on you. Averting Wednesday's gaze you slowly sat back down, the canoe drumming side to side momentarily.

"I told you specifically to not let go of the oars." Wednesday snapped in a harsh voice, breaking the silence of the night.

You winced at her harsh tone that you couldn't blame her for. "I'm so sorry, Wednesday."

Wednesday shook her head as she looked away from you, as if disgusted by the sight of you.

"Enid is the one who suggested it." You reminded her quickly, not wanting to face the wrath of Wednesday Addams alone in an isolated place. You’re not the brightest bulb but you still shine.

"And you're an imbecile for agreeing with Sinclair to do this, Y/n." Wednesday hissed through gritted teeth, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at you.

You rolled your eyes as you waved your arms dramatically. "Not my fault, Wednesday. Enid asked me a question that for the sake of my life I couldn't lie about."

The goth shook her head aimlessly, looking away from you with a clenched jaw. "Should've lied."

"You also agreed to help so it's partially your fault too!" You defended with a smug smile, one that Wednesday did not appreciate.

"It's because of you and your tomfoolery and laziness we're stuck in the middle of the lake with no oars for the canoe!"

Yeah it was most definitely your fault.

"Well I'm sorry Wednesday but you're gonna have to just jump into the water, grab the boat and swim us to shore."

Wednesday's eyebrows lifted in utter disbelief. "I'm not swimming." She stated flatly.

"Wait, my phone, duh!" You said excitedly as you removed your phone from the pocket of your hoodie, smiling hopefully as you checked your phone.

Your smile faded as you noticed there was no signal. Fucking perfect, you thought bitterly to yourself .

"No signal." You told her, shoving your phone back into your pocket with a huff.

"Shocker, I would've never presumed that a cellular device would be useless in a situation of emergency." She snarked out, crossing her arms again in her short sleeve black t-shirt.

"Emergency?! Oh my fuck are we gonna die? Cause I'm not having 'DIED BY SITTING IN A CANOE' on my gravestone."

The raven haired girl who looked visibly more relaxed than you glanced over towards the dock. "We'll just have to wait here until either Enid comes looking for us or someone else passes."

Your eyes widened dramatically as you stared at her in disbelief. The plan didn't sound fun, good or reliable.

"What if it takes hours?"

"Then we will sit here for hours." She answered, her eyes returning to meet with yours.

"Oh fun." You retorted with a roll of your eyes. "So, since it's just the two of us, is this going to turn into a childhood trauma kinda talk or gossip talk?"

Wednesday glowered at you with her iconic death stare, you sighed. I'll take that as a silent kinda talk then, you thought to yourself.

Your eyes gazed over Wednesday's face which was turned to look at the dock, her already sharp jaw pulled into an even tighter clench.

You managed to stay utterly silent for what felt like a full hour (but was really only five minutes) before you finally cracked, your knuckles white from the grip you still had on the plank you're sitting on.

"So, how've you been?" You asked gingerly to the goth. Wednesday didn't spare you a glance as she replied.

"I'm currently stranded in the middle of the lake with the absolute dunce of a human being." She snarled, her cold eyes meeting yours once again.

"I'll take that as good?" You joked as you purse your lips, hoping you could make light of the pretty shitty situation.

"You're infuriating."

You sighed as you glared at Wednesday, you were trying to be nice and making the situation better but she was not helping it at all. "Thanks." You grumbled sarcastically.

Yes it was a not so good situation, yes it was your fault, yes you felt bad about it. But you felt like Wednesday didn't have to dig into you that much, you wouldn't mind as much if you knew she was joking. But you knew her well enough to know she was utterly serious.

The more minutes passed the more bored you got. Wednesday was refusing to look at you whereas all you could stare at was her side profile.

Your fear of not being able to swim started to gnaw away at the deep pit of your stomach.

"I very much doubt Enid will notice we're stranded due to the fact she's spending the night at Yoko's tonight." Wednesday suddenly announced, the feeling of fear intensifying as you realised the odds of you sleeping on this canoe over night was growing.

"What time is it?" You asked her quickly.

She glanced at the watch on her wrist briefly before she glimpsed at you. "It's nine in the evening, and curfew is at nine." You gawked at her as the chances of you sleeping outside for the night increased significantly. "You sure you don't wanna go for a little swim?" You attempted one last night, in hopes Wednesday would agree.

"No."

You sighed as you nodded your head weakly, you're sleeping on water tonight.

Great.

"Alright if we're sleeping here overnight how are we doing it?"

"I will not be sleeping." Wednesday stated. "I'll stay on watch in case an individual passes."

"All night?" You asked with your eyebrows raised.

"Is your hearing damaged?" Wednesday replied dryly, her eyes boring into yours, you huffed as you averted her piercing eyes looking over at the sun slowly setting.

"At least it's warm, some might even say a hot summer night in mid July." You joked in a playful voice, turning your head to look at the beauty of the lake.

The sunset lightning up the dark lake with a shine that made it even more beautiful .

"Your obsession with that woman is odd." Your head snapped back to look at Wednesday, your jaw slackened as you gazed at her with shock.

Wednesday remembered you liked Lana Del Rey? More importantly, how did she even know it was a lyric from Lana Del Rey?

Without much thought you voiced your last question to the goth.

"How'd you even know I was talking about Lana Del Rey?" Wednesday blinked at you as she stayed silent, her eyes glued to yours as she tried to think of an answer. "You do nothing but extol her." She said in an affirmative tone, her fingers playing with the thick steel black ring Enid gifted for her many moons ago.

You tilted your head like a curious dog as your eyes narrowed on her fingers.

She was lying.

You weren't Wednesday level good at reading people, but you could always notice a tell when it was presented to you.

You hummed, looking back up at Wednesday's face with a smirk. "I talk about Lana and how good she is but from my knowledge I've never actually sung her song in front of you before. Matter of fact, I don't think I've even talked specifically about the lyrics of her songs with you before, probably with Enid but never you."

"I don't understand what you're trying to say." Wednesday questioned with threat lacing her words. “I’m just saying, how could you possibly know that line if you’ve never heard me say it before, ‘cause I know Enid is a K-Pop and Swiftie kinda girl, not a Lana one. And you’d never listen to such ‘pointless audios’ as you said, would you?”

“Terminology with celebrities is obtuse.” She said briskly, her eyes avoiding yours the exact way she was avoiding your words. You hummed as you nodded your head, smugness infiltrating your smile.

Silence filled the wooden canoe after that, Wednesday staying perfectly silent as she stayed perfectly still. Her main focus being the docks as she hoped someone would pass and help the two of you.

Thirty minutes passed and there was still no sign of life other than you and the raventte. With a long sigh you reconnected your eyes with Wednesday.

“We’re stuck here all night aren’t we?” You asked in a knowing tone.

Wednesday nodded her head curtly. “Yes we are.” You let out an exasperated breath as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Also, due to how this canoe is structured it would be impossible to lay down flat on the ground to sleep.”

You looked down at the boat as you tried figuring out any spot where you could sit down in any position and luckily you quickly found one.

Without saying anything you carefully pushed yourself off the small seat moving to sit at the bottom of the canoe. After a few moments of repositioning yourself with the boat rocking back forth gently you managed to find a semi comfortable position.

Your feet dangled off one edge of the boat while your neck rested on the edge of the opposite one, it wasn’t the most comfortable one but if you fell asleep your biggest worry would be a stiff neck and not drowning.

Grinning, you turned to look at the girl whose boots were only about half a metre away from your side. “You say impossible, I say possible.”

“I say irritating, you say humorous.” She remarked with a glare as she stared at you with her beautiful dead eyes.

“Well I’m the one who can sleep tonight if someone doesn't come get us.” You tell her with a smile before adding. “No shame if you came down to join me.”

“I would rather live for an eternity than lay with you.” She hisses through gritted making you let out a little giggle. “Whatever you say.”

Minutes passed as you and Wednesday stayed in silence, you gazing up at the sunset making the colour shine gorgeously as Wednesday gazed at your side profile.

After what felt like a century in silence you decided to put on your Spotify playlist that you downloaded to your phone, needing something to erase the booming silence.

Hitting on the playlist ironically the first song that played was ‘Young and Beautiful’ by Lana Del Rey; the song that had the infamous ‘hot summer nights, mid-July’. You had the DH Orchestral version downloaded.

As the song played in a low volume you heard a small rhythmic tapping from next to you. You turned your head to the side and to your surprise you noticed Wednesday was the culprit of the noise.

She was now gazing off in the sunset like you were doing earlier as her fingers moved against her thigh going along with the beats of the song.

Wednesday listened to Lana Del Rey because of you.

You didn't comment on it; simply admiring her with a small smile until the song finished, another random Lana Del Rey song playing soon after.

The goth must've felt eyes on her as she snapped her head back into your direction, locking eyes with you as she tilted her head slightly to the side.

She didn't say anything and neither did you. The two of you sat in silence as you gazed at each other; the two of you having a glint of love in each other's eyes, but neither of you would comment on it.

Somehow an hour had managed to pass as the sun was almost entirely gone, only a small arch left warming you up.

“Do you think we’ll tip over if we go to sleep?” You voice up slightly nervously as you stare at the wooden canoe. “I will not be sleeping so I’ll make it won't happen.”

“Wait, you were serious about not going to sleep?” Wednesday stiffly nods her head as her posture still remains as straight as ever while sitting up.

“I never lie.” She tells you.

You bite your tongue into not saying anything that might annoy the goth since you know damn well she lies. She’s lied to you many times when preaching your sessional kisses were only a ‘one time thing’ for each one.

You sigh as you glance up at Wednesday, nodding your head. “Okay, I'll stay up with you.”

“There is no need, Y/n. You may fall asleep if needed.” Wednesday insists with a shake of her head.

“Don't be ridiculous, Wends, I’m not letting you stay awake all night alone while we’re trapped in the middle of the lake.” You reply in a tone that indicates you're not going to debate with her about it.

The goth sighs as she reluctantly nods her head in agreement. “Fine, whatever.” She mumbles not making eye contact with you as she twisted her body to the side slightly, her brows furrowed ever slightly telling you she's in slight pain.

You don't say anything as you lean forward and take off your hoodie before laying it flat on the bottom of the canoe as the end of your hoodie reaches the tips of Wednesday's boots.

“If your back hurts you need to lay down for a while.” You say making her look back at you with her eyebrows even more furrowed.

“I’m an Addams, we thrive on pain.” Wednesday answered as if that explained anything. You rolled your eyes as you tapped at your thigh meekly.

“Okay, fine you love pain and shit. But if it gets too much you're more than welcome to lay down, I wouldn't shame you or tell anyone.” You reply with a soft smile as Wednesday scoffed at your words, not verbally replying.

You didn't say anything as you looked away, glancing over at the dark lake as the sun had officially set. The only light being gifted being the pale moonlight; glistening the water just as softly as the sun did.

Five minutes passed before you heard small shuffling from Wednesday’s side of the small boat, you didn't look over at her as you gazed off into the water.

Wordlessly, you can hear Wednesday slowly move to the bottom of the canoe as she quietly moves up closer to you, laying her head on your lap as she laid straight on her back.

Your hoodie under her body definitely made it more comfortable for her, something that filled you with pride.

You look down at Wednesday to see her already looking up at you, her eyes seeming softer as they glinted from the moonlight.

“You’re so pretty.” You whisper out to her moving to lay an arm over her stomach to try to give her as much body warmth as you could.

Wednesday blinked for the first time as she never broke contact with you, stiffly moving to lay a hand over the one you had on her stomach.

“You're pulchritudinous, Y/n. Not only on the surface level but also inside.” You tilted your head confused at what she just called you, laughing nervously.

“I’m what?” You ask her, resulting in her rolling her eyes as a soft red shade of colour attacked her ears.

“Beautiful, Y/n, it means beautiful.” Wednesday answers make you blush as a nervous smile forms on your lips.

Admiring her as you run a hand through her soft bangs, not surprisingly they fall right back into place as if you never touched them when you pull away.

As her dark eyes locked with your eyes you couldn't help but let out a breathless laugh, the look in her eyes and the look you know you have in your eyes telling her everything.

“I don't want to make it a one time thing.” You confess as you lay your hand near her head. “I don't want it to only be secret kisses, Wednesday. I want you. I want everyone to know how much I love you.”

For the first time in your life you see Wednesday smile; not smirk, but a true and genuine soft, small smile.

Gracefully she grabs your hand that was on her stomach as she lifts it to her lips pressing a kiss to your knuckles making you blush at her actions.

As she held your hand she refused to pull them away from her lips, you could feel her breath tickle your skin gently as she whispered the words you have been waiting weeks to hear.

“I love you too.”

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authors note: i hate this sm 💀💀

#wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams & reader #wednesday addams x femreader #wednesday addams #wednesday #fluff #enid sinclair #my fanfiction #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you

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vampire-meta-knight · 5 months

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Goth DIY: Altered Clothing part 2 (final part)

Part 1

This part will be shorter since we have less to cover. But it's still a long post, so I'm putting it under a cut.

Skirts and dresses! The last two dresses and green skirt took the most sewing, but the first dress was as simple as sewing studs on the neckline. The black velvet skirt was altered a bit more to fit me, as it was originally a skirt that had small pleats at the top that made the skirt cling to my stomach and flare out further down, which wasn't flattering on me, so I cut that part off and added a new waistband to get a circle miniskirt, then added lace trim to the hem for extra cuteness and a fancy touch.

Attaching skirts to a crop top is an easy way to make a dress if you don't want to sew one from scratch, but the waistlines did turn out a little wonky, so I use a belt or cardigan to hide that. I also sew a thin line of elastic onto the skirts to gather them before sewing them to the top to make it a little easier and to maintain stretch, since these dresses just pull on. I also don't hang them by the tops, but by draping them through a hanger to avoid stretching out the tops because the skirts are a little heavy (at least mine are, since I added so much to them).

For the green skirt, I added triangular inserts called "godets" to make the skirt flare out, since it was too tight before and didn't swish. I like a good swish.

The skirt with all the lace and pins and grommets and nonsense was one of my earlier projects, so it has three mistakes which I implore you to avoid. One: I didn't line the fabric loops up with the waistband very well, so they look crudely tacked-on. Two: I didn't add any fray check to the holes I made for the grommets, so they stretched out and the grommets are no longer attached to the fabric, just floating there on the ribbon. Three: I didn't stretch the skirt as I sewed on the lace, so now it doesn't stretch in that area; it still fits my waist, but I have to fight with it to get it over my hips. The design is still cute, but I would definitely do it better if I were to make it nowadays.

The half-and-half skirt only has a small alteration, which was actually to make it fit rather than to change how it looked. You see, sometimes you order something online in the same size you always wear from that brand, and sometimes that thing ends up running small and has no stretch. When that happens, when the skirt almost fits you and is just so close to buttoning all the way, get yourself a waistband extender. I made one, but you can also buy them. It's just a piece of elastic with a button on one side and a button hole on the other. Put that on, and BAM! The skirt (or pants) fit you. They won't quite zip up all the way, and it is a noticeable change, so I made a cute lace-covered patch to cover up that alteration so you can't tell I changed anything about it at all.

Now onto the sweaters. I love wearing sweaters in winter, but there seems to be a shortage of goth ones. Nothing a few safety pins and lace trim can't handle! The first three only have safety pins added to them. The coffin ones were done the same way I did my sweatshirts, but this was before I knew about fusible interfacing for appliques, so they got a little wrinkled and don't look as nice. I have a better method now, as detailed in the post I linked. The fabrics were all Halloween fat quarters from Walmart, and I found a picture of a coffin on Google Images as a base to cut out the right shape.

All of these sweaters were thrifted except the two solid black ones with pins--the first one came from Walmart, and the second one was given to me by my mom. Sweaters are plentiful at thrift stores, and they don't even have to be black to be turned into something goth.

That's all of my altered clothing so far, unless there's anything I'm forgetting! Which there easily could be, because I shared about forty garments O-O

I'll share the jewelry I've made next, and then the clothes I've sewn from scratch! This will come sometime in the future, though, because it took awhile to find everything, take pictures of it, and then write about it. And between you and me, I've made a LOOOOOT of jewelry and clothing, so give me some time. As I said in the last post, feel free to message me if you want more detailed instructions or ideas. I'm always happy to help!

Stay crafty!

#diy advice from your local goth #goth diy #goth diy tutorial #diy tutorial #diy #gothgoth #goth #goth subculture #goth fashion #goth clothing #goth fashion diy #crafting #sewing #mine

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psychangels · 14 days

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Do you have any descriptions or references for your HFR OCs?

i Do have descriptions for them!

i'll put them under the cut 'cause i have quite a few (also figured i'd include some i actually haven't talked about yet because i just haven't gotten around to it)

jasmine: looks like chai, but with longer hair and she dresses like a librarian. wears glasses. 5'4. puts hair in ponytail, braids it sometimes.

camellia: white, pixie cut grey hair with only a bit of brown left in it, brown eyes. fat and somewhat tall; 6'0. ears are pierced. has some rock band tattoos. wears lots of flannels and jeans.

barley: white, greying dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes. thin-ish; 5'8. wore bowling shirts and jeans everywhere.

aloe: olive skin, short dyed purple hair (naturally black), brown eyes. on the thin side, but has some muscle; 5'10. letterman jacket, sweatpants, sneakers.

chrysanthemum: black, medium length brown braided hair that has purple and white highlights, brown eyes. ears are pierced; gauges, helix piercings. thin; 5'6. casual goth.

angel: yellow va-ser that has writing all over halos arms. the scrolling text on aer midsection changes to reflect whatever ae's currently doing (e.g. "rambling on and on" while talking about something). wears fun patterned button-up shirts with the sleeves ripped off

dev: pgr-0101 that's blue instead of green, with the gold metal strips on its chest having been removed. visor displays eyes when down, which change to reflect her emotions. wears a torn up lab coat that's covered in spray paint, as well as a fanny pack, which is also covered in spray paint

rhu: olive skin, pink-red shoulder-length hair, green eyes. fat; 6'0. romantic goth.

barb: olive skin, medium-length red-pink hair, green eyes. fat; 6'1. ears are pierced; gauges, helixes, industrial. nose ring. scene fashion. wears hair up in pigtails most of the time.

peony white: white, white hair in a bob, green eyes. ears are pierced; wears flower earrings. stout; 5'3. comfy clothes; sweaters, long skirts, stuff like that.

affogato: black, dark brown long braids that have white streaks, hazel eyes. wheelchair user. wears glasses (circular). fat; 6'2. business casual. puts hair up in a bun a lot.

frappe: black, dirty blonde short locs mohawk, hazel eyes. left foot amputee; prosthetic is simple. thin; 6'0. wears lots of hoodies and game merch.

charlotte: brown skin, short undercut cobalt hair, brown eyes. cane user (cane has lots of stickers on it), has cybernetic implants on knees. stout; 5'5. mostly business casual.

indigo: white, shoulder-length black hair with indigo streaks, grey eyes. ears are pierced; simple stud earrings. left eyebrow is pierced. thin; 6'1. dresses pretty casual, lots of black and purple, ripped jeans and converse. puts hair up in ponytail; bangs always cover one eye.

nori: olive skin, very long black hair, grey eyes. the outer part of xer hearing implant looks like the outer part of a cochlear implant. always has bags under xer eyes. skinny and pretty short (compared to the rest of the cast anyway lol); 5'0. small gauge piercings in ears.

wears lots of dark clothes; fashion sense is very grunge-y. hair almost always hides xer face. pulls it back into a ponytail and braid sometimes, but mostly wears it down.

gngr: kind of similar to cnmn, but with more sharp angles and a screen for a face. also shorter than him; 5'5. color scheme is grey, black, and orange.

sunny kist: light brown skin, shoulder-length bright orange hair, eye is blue with green central heterochromia. he's missing his right eye, and the upper right half of his face is pretty scarred; the ear on that side is torn up. transhumeral left arm amputee; prosthetic is simple and robotic-looking, plain grey with some blue highlights and a couple of stickers on it.

fat, strong, and hairy short king; 5'5. ear is pierced; wears small hoop earrings. puts hair up into a ponytail most of the time, sometimes in a bun. wears athleisure and surfer bro-esque clothes. lots of his clothes have grease and oil stains

star: brown skin; extremely long hair that's green at the top, has a gradient into blonde, then has another gradient to white at the end; brown eyes. double leg amputee; prosthetics are simple and robotic-looking like sunny's, but are painted a shiny metallic green. light also uses a wheelchair that has space-themed wheel covers.

kind of skinny, pretty tall; 6'4. it has some space-themed tattoos on its back and arms. ears are pierced; earrings always match outfit.

hair is always styled (can be literally anything; ponytail, braids, twin tails, etc.), and always wearing makeup that matches lights outfit; clothes are generally somewhat revealing and Bright and Flashy. wears jewelry sometimes; accessories always match outfit.

vesper: pale, short black hair in an angle cut bob, black eyes. body is entirely robotic. stout; 5'6. all greyscale clothes, very formal; wears dresses And suits, combines them sometimes. wears glasses even though doesn't need them.

allium piper: white, pompadour-ish blond hair (think fred from scooby-doo), green eyes. born without arms and legs; prosthetics are somewhat fancy and golden. broad-chested; 5'9. when it comes to fashion sense, think of fred from scooby-doo; ascots, collared shirts, jeans, etc.

madeleine: light brown skin, pixie cut blonde hair, grey eyes. missing fingers on zer left hand and right hand amputee; prosthetic is simple and grey. ears are pierced; gauges. some bug tattoos. fat and buff; 6'4. business casual.

harley q.: white; shoulder-length blonde, pink, and brown streaked hair; pink and brown eyes (sectoral heterochromia). wheel chair user; ice cream pattern wheel covers. ears are pierced; dangling ice cream earrings. thin; 6'6. flared jeans, halter tops, cute flowy dresses, bright clothes...whatever you would call that type of fashion. braids hair and puts it in ponytail.

flan: olive skin, brown and blonde bob cut, brown eyes. stout; 5'2. wears jeans, flannels, and cardigans...things like that.

strudel: brown skin, dark brown undercut, green eyes. wears glasses. fat; 6'3. pretty formal (suits).

blancmange: black, pink short hair, blue eyes. hard of hearing; uses hearing aids. ears are pierced; stud earrings. thin; 6'0. bright and pretty casual clothes; flowy skirts and jeans and graphic t-shirts and hoodies and things like that.

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Fat goth girls make my palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy, vomit on my sweater already, moms spaghetti

When I see a fat goth girl I’m nervous but on the surface I look calm and ready

#I LOVE FAT GOTH GIRLS SO MUCH #STEP ON MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #SIT ON MY FAAAAAAAACE #fat #goth girl #yes I stole lyrics from lose yourself #chubby #me n who #fat goth

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The Unexpected Significance of Mathmaticious

Originally published December 13th, 2013

It was innocent enough. I was making a rap video about math, and I thought “Dress up like a nerd. It just makes sense.” “Try to be original about it. Go for a sweater vest. Don’t wear a button-down shirt with pens in your pocket.” This is the cliché uniform of the nerd pop culture has embraced so far. If you’ve got glasses and a button-down shirt with pens, you’re a nerd. It’s been a very popular archetype character. Office Space. Glee. Angry Video Game Nerd. The nerd has always been a bit iconic. But never this iconic.

A Cracked article brought to my attention a trend that I hadn’t even considered before: Nerd culture has merged with popular culture. Since nerds had always been in pop culture, I hadn’t really noticed it. But now, nerds are actually popular. They aren’t just an archetype, they’re the popular archetype. And it doesn’t make any sense.

It made sense with the hippie, with the punk, with the goth. All of those were fresh, and it was considered cool to be them. But the nerd? Not only has the nerd been around for a long time, but by definition a nerd is “not cool”. So how can the not cool become cool?

I don’t know why it took p-cult so long to figure out, but there’s a fanciful delight in liking something for ironic reasons. The majority has finally embraced the fun of liking something that isn’t liked. It’s fun to obsess over books, and talk about science, and wear big goofy glasses. Except not really.

It’s fake fun. Because let’s be honest here, the majority has not reached a point where they legitimately think these things are cool. Their fascination for nerd culture is heavily rooted in their belief that these things are, deep down, not actually cool. It’s only cool to be nerdy now because it’s ironic, not because it’s nerdy. And this just adds more to the already unpleasant plate of the average nerd.

Let’s look at nerds. Typically, they’re outcasts. They’re defined by their unpopularity, which usually comes from having appearances or interests that happen to not be popular. Do you have a retainer and a penchant for chess? Well ahoy, welcome to the nerd crew. For a group not unfamiliar with ridicule and feelings of inadequacy, it’s nice to at least have a community of others that you know are going through the same thing. And now, that community is being invaded.

Nerd culture is being invaded by people who don’t belong there. By people who are only there for the laughs. This goes beyond an unintentional way of bullying, which at least nerds would be used to. No, on top of that, nerds also have to sift through a sea of imposters to get to the authentic nerds. That’s just annoying. But it’s not so bad, because they aren’t dying. Nerds still have one thing keeping them together: a unique emotional connection for having an image that is not truly embraced by the majority.

And I can’t help but feel some regret for participating myself in the great nerd parade with my math video. While I actually do have a legitimate interest in math, and science, and while I do obsess over pop culture, and while I do wear glasses sometimes, and while I do dress nicely, and while I do care a lot about the quality of my pens, and while I’m not too popular right now…. Well wait a minute. Am I a nerd now? That can’t be right. I don’t wear sweater vests.

Therein lies the third problem: Society as a whole is becoming progressive. What defines something as popular or unpopular is becoming more and more subjective. It’s not as simple as sports or science anymore. Walter White can be cool, and Hector the ping-pong champion can be uncool. A lanky kid or a fat kid can be found sexy, and glasses can be totally super cute. The majority may not be as progressive, but the majority is becoming smaller and smaller.

And that could very well kill the nerd. The nerd is defined by unpopularity, brought on by their image. But if their image is capable of popularity, how can the nerd be defined? All you have is individuals that may or may not be liked by various people for various reasons, which isn’t nearly specific enough to ensure the nerd community’s survival.

And if you think about it, perhaps this current nerd craze is going to be the final blow. After all, what will happen when the irony wears off? Here people are, tittering to themselves about playing geeky board games, when they stop, look around, and notice they aren’t actually enjoying it ironically anymore. By exposing themselves to this culture, they’ve actually grown to truly like it. The majority has accidently fused itself with the progressive.

And the poor nerd. They can’t exist anymore. Look at their lives. They live in a world where their interests can be considered popular, and their appearances can be considered attractive. In a world without the nerd, people are more accepted, and happier. Oh what woe.

I try to keep the significance of Mathmaticious in my life minimal. But given when the video came out and how many people saw it, it appears it’s found some unexpected significance in the history of nerd culture, at least for coming out at beginning of this nerd love fest. And just maybe, for coming out during the beginning of the end of the nerd. That’s some significance I could get behind.

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My whole identity changes constantly. Not just the gender/pronouns/sexuality. But how I want to be perceived. In a week I‘ve tried being pastel goth, kawaii, edgy alt stereotypical punk (yes it is a political movement, not an aesthetic but you get the idea), minimalist, eclectic minimalist, maximalist, and a-person-who-worships-Youheum-from-heal-your-living-who-has-5-pieces-of-clothing-in-total. This exhausts me. Does anyone know how I can keep it minimal and unique? My go-to pieces are lavender sweater, pastel earrings in bi flag colors (unintentional), red/black plaid type blazer, colorblock hoodie in red and black, black jeans, leopard creepers, black Dr. Martens, red combat boots, red tee, and Van Gogh Museum black tee with a smoking skeleton in the back. I am also fat (fuck the bmi but it says I am 20 kg heavier than my straight size peers of the same height if that helps — e.g. my parents are ashamed of me wearing something revealing because of my stomach, mini skirts because of my thighs, and tank tops because of my arms) and I am a bit self-conscious. Any help? Pretty please?

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vampire-meta-knight · 7 months

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Let's Make Cute Sweaters!!!

Listen up Tumblr, your local goth is going to teach you how to make an applique and sew it onto a sweater or sweatshirt.

Yeah, my pumpkin's wonky, but he's my Special Little Guy, and I love him.

I used plain, Time And Tru sweatshirts from Walmart that only cost about $10, but you can easily thrift a sweater or use one you already have that needs a little spice. The tombstone is made with felt, and the pumpkin is made from a plaid fat quarter--I will explain both methods, as they differ slightly.

Felt (the easiest): Find or draw a template (I searched tombstone templates for mine), cut it out, then use it to cut out the same shape from your felt of choice. If you want to embroider any details on your applique, like I did with the RIP and cracks, do that before sewing it onto the sweater. Put the sweater on and pin the applique where you want it to sit (doesn't have to be on the center--you could easily do elbow patches or a little patch off to the side), then do a blanket stitch by hand around the border for a decorative, clean way to attach it. I used 4 strands of embroidery floss in a contrasting color on the tombstone and six strands on the pumpkin--I think four works perfectly fine and is a little less bulky. Embroidery floss comes in every color imaginable and is pretty cheap, so you can experiment with color combos or even use multiple colored threads. You're welcome to play around with stitches and find something that works for you if you don't like the look of the blanket stitch, you can use a sewing machine instead, or you can safety-pin or fabric-glue the applique on if sewing isn't for you.

Optional: I sewed lace trim around the neckline and added a tiny bow for extra cuteness. If you're going to add lace trim, keep in mind that unless you're using stretchy lace, it'll hinder the stretch of the sweater. To mitigate this, I stretched the neckline a bit as I sewed and used a zig-zag stitch with my machine (you can sew it on by hand, too, just using wider stitches). I also must mention that the neckline on this sweater was decently wide without stretching, so even though it can't stretch as far anymore, it's no trouble getting it over my head. If you're using something with a tighter neckline, or tight cuffs on the sleeves, that really needs to stretch, then use stretchy lace or none at all. Bows are still something you can add that won't affect the stretch, so go wild with bows, buttons, safety pins, and all manner of little trinkets!

Cotton: The attachment process is still the same as the felt method, but making the applique is a little different. Since cotton isn't as sturdy as felt, and it frays, you need to prepare it differently. Before you cut out your shape, iron on lightweight fusible interfacing (sold at Walmart--make sure it's compatible with woven fabric if your fabric isn't stretchy and knit fabric if it is). I've made appliques without interfacing before, but they'll hold their shape much better and be sturdier if you do use it, so I recommend taking the couple extra minutes to iron it on. On the wrong side of your fabric, iron on a patch of interfacing large enough to fit your shape, let it cool, and then cut out your shape. I used an X-acto knife to cut out the face of the jack-o-lantern, which did pretty well, but did cause a bit of fraying that I cleaned up with my fabric scissors. To seal the edges, you can sew a zig-zag stitch around them, use an overlocker/serger, or use Fray-Check or fabric glue. I chose to do a zig-zag stitch so it'd be less noticeable under my blanket stitch, but I've used my serger in the past, and it looks nice, too--especially if you use a contrasting color. Now the process is exactly the same as the felt one.

Remember, it's perfectly okay if it has that "homemade look," and it doesn't need to look perfect or symmetrical, by any means! This is about having a fun little project to do while watching a show or some YouTube videos and sipping on some hot cocoa, knowing that you'll get a cute new sweater out of it that'll be unique and your own. And it's also okay to use it as stay-at-home lounge wear if it looks as wonky as Mr. Crooked Smile the pumpkin over there. Have fun, learn new techniques, and make happy little accidents!

Happy crafting!

#diy advice from your local goth #goth #goth subculture #gothgoth #goth diy #goth fashion #diy #diy fashion #crafting #sewing #sewing tutorial #diy tutorial #mine

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cannotgiveafuck · 2 years

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When I say gender envy I don't mean some thin & white, sharp cheekboned "androgynous" bitch, I specifically mean Nadja, Laszlo, and Guillermo from What We Do In The Shadows

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #gender envy #yall know what i mean #the popularity of these specific conventionally attractive traits being hailed as queer gender #is fucking tiring and im over it #goth and sweaters and fat are it

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chubby people can be aesthetic

#chubby #fat goth #fat #trans mlm #tloz #link #tloz link #loz #loz link #aesthetic #goth #nu goth #sweaters #autumn #autumn aesthetic #goth aesthetic #normcore #mlm #trans #he/him

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cookiesandcantarella · 2 years

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16th fear is when your crush brings the hot goth who you can’t possibly compete with back with him from America. Still thinking about this.

[ID: Two digital drawings of characters from the Magnus Archives. In the first, Gerry is holding a cigarette with a neutral--if not slightly grumpy--expression while Jon talks excitedly. Jon is holding Gerry’s arm and beaming at him. In the second drawing, Tim, Melanie, and Martin all stare at them. Tim and Melanie both look unhappy. Martin is standing a ways behind them with his hands clasped, smiling in a menacing way. His glasses are dramatically shining so his eyes aren’t visible and behind him is a dark cloud.

Character descriptions: Gerry is a tall, thin, white man with long, poorly dyed black hair. He is wearing an ace ring and lots of piercings. Jon is a short, thin British Indian man with scarred skin and greying hair in a ponytail. Tim is a Filipino man with scarred skin and dark, messy hair. Melanie is a short, somewhat fat white woman with partially shaved medium-length hair dyed purple. Martin is a fat Polish-Mexican man with dark curly hair and freckles. He wears a soft pink sweater, which stands out against the dark cloud surrounding him. end ID]

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[ID: jon and martin embracing each other in front of an orange background with yellow and dark orange lines outlining them. jon is a skinny south asian person with a beard, long greying hair tied up into a half ponytail, and glasses. he wears a spider web patterned black skirt, a puffy sleeved grey shirt, and dark lipstick. martin is a fat brown man with a brown mullet that has white hair at his bangs, and circular glasses. he wears a brown sweater tucked into dark grey pants and has dark lipstick marks on his lips. jon is holding martin’s waist while looking at him fondly. martin has his arms extended over jon’s shoulders and is laughing. their noses are touching. the second image is a close up. end ID.]

october’s goth gay month i don’t make the rules

#jon sims #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #jmart #tma #the magnus archives #goth tma #digital art #digital drawing #digital illustration #image description #fan art #m'art

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Ik this is my second ask now but like 😶👉👈 Im maybe uhh a liddle in love with Leone Abbacchio rn... 😳 You got any hcs of basically any flavour about this dude? Ik that's super vague but I wuv Goth Pissman lmao -@gunkyengines /@gunkierengines

I only bring the best flavors to the table

also ur first ask will take a lil while oops-

Leone Abbacchio Headcanons (sfw+nsfw)

sfw

Most people think theres no way abba could get a lover bc he's an edgy bitch

but here you guys are

Even though he's rough and pretty stoic, he's pretty soft when it comes to you

Its like the sorta soft but still trying to look serious sort of situation

He's big on physical pda when its just the two of you

When yall are in public, he holds your hand or keeps a hand on you for comforting purpose

Mornings are so domestic with him

if he gets up in time + if he’s home

he’s big spooning you and he’s practically trying to bury himself into your body bc he wants comfort

when he finally wakes up, he has that husky morning voice as he greets you whatever time of day it is before kissing you

if its a day off, he’s gonna wrap around you and not let go bc he wants the comfort of not almost dying multiple times today

Major tsundere, he’ll buy something for you a claim that he got it on sale or for free and to not think much of it

If you compliment him, he gets flustered and tells you quietly and hesitantly to shut up

but he wants you to keep it up tho

Spider killer in the relationship

Aggressively insistent that you’re not ugly when you call yourself ugly/fat/whatever and tells you to shut up because there’s nothing wrong with you or that you’re blind

Dates involve: candlelight dinners with aged wine, night walks at the beach, and cuddling with cups of tea by a fire and wearing sweaters

Initially hesitant to get in a relationship with you because he has attachment issues that are currently unresolved, but you two develop a strong enough bond and trust to where he feels comfortable around you.

Sometimes, you come home to Leone drunk with Moody Blues replaying a scene with his old partner while he cries and drinks wine

he was initially ashamed that you caught him, but you held him and told him that it was okay that he was feeling sad and that you would always be there to listen to him

you comforted a crying man that night and got a lot of lipstick on your shirt

You have to force care for Abba when he’s obviously stressed out, you push him to change out of his clothes and have a cuddle session or cook him a meal or give him a massage

he’ll complain, but he’ll melt into you without a problem.

He’s kinda awkward at comforting when you’re having a manic moment, but he’ll stay by your side quietly as a way to let you know that he’s there for you.

he’ll try to pat your back or say something, but he just cusses himself out when he makes it worse

Your fights half of the time end up with you leaving, him drinking, and eventually the two of you coming together crying and drunk collectively while slurring out apologies until you two fall asleep on the couch.

If you have a humanoid stand, it and moody blues will come out when there’s nothing going on and act lovey-dovey

he’s embarrassed when it first happens when the gang’s around bc moody blues is showing how he truly feels about you and vice versa

eventually, when you two are the only stand users in the room, you two will bring them out so that they can act lovey-dovey and you two can feel the butterflies in your stomachs.

this happens quite often

Likes to listen to music with you, either from cds, cassettes, or vinyl records he likes the moment

Wants a peaceful life with you in the end. Living in a small house somewhere in a small city without trouble following the two of you.

Calls you ‘Tesoro’ for terms of endearment.

nsfw

Domdomdomdom

bc he’s a bitch and won’t bottom, like he’s gonna fight till the very end if you’re trying to get him to bottom

The other half of the times where the two of you get into fights, it’s usually solved with rough hate-fucking

He’s a rough man when it comes to that; you’ll have bruises and dark hickies e v e r y w h e r e, your ass bright red, bite marks if he’s really pissed off, a lot of shit will end up on the floor bc he pushed them off the surface of whatever to fuck you, and have a great time trying to walk properly for the next couple of days.

When he isn’t trying to break your back: He’s pretty gentle, like he won’t leave bruising marks and stuff. But he will do shit like choking or tying your arms and legs to the bed.

Don’t worry, he’s still human so he’ll make sure you’re doing okay and will immediately stop if you say an established safeword

Into light exhibitionism, like you underneath his desk sucking him off but the door is unlocked and anyone could come in at any moment. Light stuff really gets him off, especially if you do it while he’s talking to Bruno or another gang member.

Brat tamer extraordinaire

if you’re a little shit, he’ll give you punishments of a lifetime

like, tie you up, stick a toy in you at some level, and leave you there for a while as you squirm and orgasm multiple times

another form of punishment is making you go into public with a toy or something in you, controlling the levels while you try not to moan in public - really into that and he has to hide his hard on bc ya’ll are in public

then he’ll pull you aside to an empty alley and do a quickie if he really needs to let go

If you’re afab, he’s realllly into squirting

will purposefully overstimulate you until you’re squirting all over the place

such as rapid stimulation to your clit or fucking you while using a toy on you at the same time

this usually happens in the shower bc he doesn’t wanna clean it up or put a towel down.

As for amab, he’s actually into facials

More you getting a facial, but he’s also into getting splashed with cum

and he will milk you dry

Don’t both dressing up for Abba, it’s gonna end up in pieces on the floor.

6.5″, more on the skinnier side, circumsized, fairly groomed.

Sometimes, he gets moody blues to replay as him from one of your other sexy times and you can get spit roasted by two leones.

Aside from grunts and cussing, pretty quiet.

Three-round man.

Gets quiet and sleepy afterwards, so he’ll do the bare minimum of cleaning you up, have water nearby, and just cuddle you until the two of you fall asleep.

Likes cuddle fucking if there’s nothing else to do.

Dirty talker, that’s for fucking sure

“You like that? You like it when my cock is teasing you like that, Tesoro?”

“C’mon, you can take more than that. I know how much of a whore you really are.”

“Y’know what brats get when they’re bad? They don’t get to cum. So you’re not gonna cum until I say you can. Take this fucking toy and fuck yourself with it, but if you cum I’m gonna make things worse.”

“Aw, did you cum already? I’m not through with you yet. I better see you cum two more times, hear me you fucking slut? I wanna see you milk my fucking cock.”

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. I wanna fucking cum inside you so bad, fill you up like the slut you are.”

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, Tesoro...Touch what?...Touch your cock/pussy? How? Tell me what to do~”

#leone abbacchio #jjba #jjba headcanons #not sfw #'request'#sfw #kinky goth pissman

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🦋 , 🩰, ⚽️ all for merc <3

Send headcanons!

[ 🦋 ] does your muse have any unconventional interests? what are they?

IDK that I’d call these unconventional, because, unconventional by what standards? But, with that said, I think I can safely say that most people wouldn’t ever dream of Merc’s love for either makeup or birds and that, depending on the manner of someone’s relationship with him (i.e., if they know him on a strictly professional level), his ‘civilian’ sense of fashion might come as something of a surprise for them, as well.

I’ll touch on the latter in the next meme’s answer but, with regards to makeup, Merc is quite skilled. He’s no professional artist, but he can do a very compelling natural look and is otherwise partial to glam eyes or a bold lip. He has very strong opinions on what good makeup skills consist of (i.e. his dislike of contouring) and enjoys testing products. He is also big on skincare. Though he’ll repress this specific set of skills when he’s on the job, as he suppresses most interests/hobbies/aspects of his personality, on a civilian level, he has no issue wearing makeup in public and, in fact, enjoys the attention it draws on some level - mostly as it often presents him with opportunities to beat homophobes to a pulp. Regardless, though - really, it just makes him feel pretty.

He is, in essence, a changed man around his homing pigeons. The care he shows them (be it in education on their biology, personality or care, or the way with which he regards them) and the level of emotional attachment and empathy he has for them are uncanny. The only thing he loves as passionately as his birds are his guns. They are the only living creatures he needn’t keep any pretenses around, the only living creatures he feels truly safe with, and his loyalty for them is as such. They are, quite possibly, one of the very few things actually keeping him alive. Though he’ll tell you he has no favorites and that he loves all two dozen of his pigeons (all named Pigeon) equally, there is one fat, spotty white-and-caramel hen whom he obviously favors over the rest of the flock. You can often find her haughtily perched at the top of Merc’s head.

Lastly, while I don’t think either his knife or smoke tricks are particularly surprising (albeit impressive?), his more generic sideshow tricks might be? IDK, they read to me as seemingly too playful and uncharacteristic for a seemingly humorless thug like him. He can juggle, spin pois and do some mildly impressive card tricks.

[ 🩰 ] is there a type of fashion your muse prefers, or do they not pay attention to their appearance at all?

When on the job, Merc likes to keep things simple/functional. Mute colors, tactical gear, sweats; essentially, things that are comfortable, don’t limit movement, don’t attract attention and cover up his ink. Lots of combat boots, cargo pants and Henley shirts.

He does have a very particular style when it comes to civilian life/off time, though I’m not sure I can describe it as any one, common style. He still keeps elements of his years growing up as a street punk in his wardrobe and tends to favor leather jackets, lots of distressed items, band tees and the occasional choker. There are other light goth or, as I like to put it, ‘flirting with darkness’ (LMAO) elements to his wardrobe such as lots of black-on-black looks, the occasional mesh shirt and/or harness and, naturally, the makeup that often accommodates them. He likes tight-fitting outfits that show off his figure/muscle while still covering up most of his ink and scars and high-waisted pants to compliment those endless legs. Still favors combat boots for the most part, though he might wear something nicer on the very rare occasion that he’s going on a date. Very much into either turtlenecks, fluffy sweaters or graphic tees, depending on his mood. Not comfortable showing a lot of skin, if any (arms are really the only thing he’s comfortable baring; you won’t ever catch him in shorts, crop tops or sandals). Tends to favor simple items with fine/small details which make them a bit unique (like the black jean jacket with the white stitching found in one of the links above). Essentially, his two basic modes are DON’T LOOK AT ME and thot, but like, edgy, and his fashion choices often reflect them.

I kinda feel like his civilian outfits reflect the fact that like... he doesn’t think he’s handsome or pretty and feels very unattractive for the most part and that, by proxy, the only instances that he does feel attractive are ones in which he’s objectified, or feels like he’s being objectified, if that makes sense. He’s only as attractive or pretty as he is fuc.kable, and he’s only as fuc.kable as he is Built™ and Tall™.

[ ⚽️ ] is your muse athletic? are there any sports they like playing?

Not sure that ‘athletic’ is the right word, exactly, considering the fact Merc is fucking swollen and a fair share of his workout routine/muscle is sheer vanity - but he is also in extraordinary shape, especially for a man with his injuries/medical history and habits (smoking/drinking/pill popping & other forms of self harm). When not on the job, he certainly has the workout routine as well as appetite (and occasionally diet, if he’s not being lazy) of an athlete.

Other than his usual workout routine, Merc also regularly drills himself, similar to operational drills he might’ve partaken in during his military service - or as close to them as he can get, solo. When it comes to specific sports, he’s a huge fan of martial arts (Krav Maga in particular) and is also big on swimming and bareknuckle boxing. He is both extensively trained and highly skilled in Operational Krav Maga and dabbles in other forms of martial arts as a hobby. Similarly to his love of firearms, he adores their simplicity and grace.

What with his body image issues as well as paranoia (not wanting any of his various identifying marks to be seen), swimming is a bit of an issue and something that only really takes place either during drilling or when he’s on holiday, alone on some remote beach - but he tries to partake as often as possible under these circumstances, as it’s excellent relief for his chronic back and knee pain. Bareknuckle boxing isn’t something he’s dabbled in since his late teens and early adulthood (as in, before he finished growing into his current size), mostly because no one will take him on - but he has fond memories of it.

#( answered )#kryetar #( answered: kryetar )#( about: the mercenary )#excellent questions bud!#thanks for these (':

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Fanfic: New York (part 11)

Anonymous submitted part 11 of their fanfic! You can read the previous parts under the fanfic tag.

Three more days had passed since Alaine and Lukus’s run in with the police. By this point they where no where closer to finding Evan by this point but they now a had a tidy some of earth money to handle their needs. After the incident with the police Alaine and Lukus thought it best not to piss them off any further and hadn’t done a hog hunt since. Jeimos and Issac had gathered some money but not much from scrapping. Zeffer definitely brought home the biggest amount but refuses to tell the group

How he obtained it. None of them knew and none of them, with the exception of Elska asked. In total they had about $5000 to spend and they had some stuff they desperately needed. Before doing anything with the money Zeffer told them he had somebody he needed them to meet, someone who could give them phones and Id’s. That night everyone minus Elska joined him to where he last met that angry vendor who offered these to him.

Crossing some allyways they found what they where looking for, a truck with a rotund man sitting out in front of it. Their where afew other men standing around too, armed with pistols which they pointed at group once they got in sight. Fat tony put up his hand, calming them men and caused them to put their guns down as he just scowled at them, particularly the pasty one in front of them. “Just great, here I thought I’d never have see your fugly face again” Fat Tony spat at Zeffer.

Fat tony reiterated to Zeffer that if he can’t pay then don’t his time, looking over the group he scowled again and just asked who this group of clowns was? The crew was already on edge, hands ready at their weapons incase of trouble and didn’t care to be insulted by some bald, fat man and his goons. Zeffer introduced them as his crew and said they have the money to pay now and to tell his guards to stand down.

This seemed to lift Fat Tony’s mood, “Well why didn’t you start with that!” He asked, yelling to boys to stand down, we got paying customers. Fat tony apologized for guards, saying he brought in some cousins for security as some crazy shits been happening the last few nights. Intrigued Lukus just asked what exactly that meant? Fat Tony just kept it short, saying that some of Big Anthony’s dealers got killed over the last few nights. But it wasn’t just that, it was how they where killed.

He talked about how all where found dead, drained off blood with no obvious gunshot or knife wounds outside a bite mark on their necks. “I’m telling yeah man, all them boys where found slurped up, like fucking juice pouches! And I ain’t no risk with this psycho wanna be Dracula fucker running around!” The group looked to Zeffer with aww on their faces, he just looked around silently as it dawned on the crew just how exactly he came to acquire all that money but didn’t want to say anything here.

Handing over $650 Fat Tony handed each of them a flip phone plus the spar. Each burner phone was already set up so they didn’t need to worry about that, Alaine just looked at hers with obvious disappointment, she asked if they had access to social media and that stuff? He just laughed at her and told her no, asking if she had any clue what a burner phone even was? As for the fake ids Larry just gave them an address and directions, saying he knows a guy who can hook them up and is reliable.

Following his directions they crew found a dingy looking apartment building, some alarm bells ringing looking at it but stepped forward. Finding the apartment number they knocked on the door, waiting for a response. It took awhile but then a slit in the door opened, a mans eye looking out asking if their the people Tony sent? Answering yes the slit closed, hearing several locks opening with the man opening the door and letting them in.

Walking in they see some machines and photography equipment with the man ushering them towards it. He told them to form a line and simply asked who wanted to go first? One after the other he took their pictures and asked them questions like their name, age , address, etc… once they where all done he printed out a I’d card for each of them, handing them all to the group and asking for his pay, nearly $1000. They all left, looking at their new id’s.

On their way back to base they saw three dark dressed young people ahead of them, Zeffer suddenly tried to change direction. Bumping into Jeimos, they asked what Zeffer was doing? The whole crew was wandering what he was doing, he in hushed embarrassment told them not to even look at them, that those three are crazy! They need to get out of their before they see him! Now they where starting to get concerned wandering if they where dangerous if they got Zeffer freaking out.

Unfortunately for him their hushed argument was overheard by the group ahead. The tall, lanky guy looked their way and smiled, turning to his two companions and starting walking over to them. Zeffer was completely absorbed by his argument and didn’t notice their approach. “Look, our dark master has returned!” Zeffer suddenly got very silent, and turned around with dread all over his face, asking what those three clowns are wanting? The three stared at him with smiles on their faces.

The three crowed around him, asking if he’s finally coming to accept their offer not even paying attention to the rest of the crew. The others looked on with with confusion and alittle amusement as Zeffers face just sunk, him telling the three to piss off and that he’s not their dark master! Morgon was holding a book in her arms and showing it to Zeffer telling him they do know magic. Saying it’s a spell book and that they can show him a spell to prove humans can do magic.

The crew just laughed as Zeffer told them to leave, that he’s not interested in some blood cult. Jeimos just confirmed what Zeffer told them in that humans are incapable of magic. That got their attention and ire, them yelling at Jeimos asking what do they know?! This started Jeimos alittle but they just repeated what they stated before, that humans can’t do magic. Zeffer just grabbed the rest of the group and started storming off, he wasn’t gonna tolerate this bull crap tonight.

After stopping their laughing and getting away from the goths they asked Zeffer what that was all about? He just told them don’t ask, their just crazy people. Making their way back the group went to sleep for tonight, now they could do some ordinary shopping once the morning comes. The morning came soon and the crew, minus Zeffer and Elska joined together to make a major shopping trip. Making their way into the city in search of somewhere they can get supplies.

Making their way through the streets they stopped at a little bodaga first. Alaine and Lukus ducking their heads low when a police cruiser drove past them, much to Jeimos and Issacs confusion. They entered the little side shop and while none of them could read the product labels they could take a guess in what they where. Grabbing some soap and shampoo, first aid stuff, and what ever else they thought they needed.

While standing in a back isle Alaine was looking stuff and scratching her legs. Over the past few days her scales where getting rather itchy, at first she thought it was nothing but after the last few days she wasn’t so sure anymore? especially when she started noticing discoloration on her scales. She turned around and noticed a little girl was standing behind her and staring at Alaine. The little girl was wearing a sirene shirt and holding a sirene plushie. “Are you a mermaid”?

What? Alaine thought to herself, she thought magic didn’t exist her? So how would they know what a mermaid even was? “Um…yeah?” Alaine cautiously responded, the little girl started smiling and clapping her hands, assaulting Alaine with a barrage of questions like is she friends with fish? Does she know where Atlantis is? And so much more so fast Alaine could barley keep up. She stopped the kid and simply told her with a sullien tone that being a mermaid is not as fun as she thinks it is.

She just told her that she really, honestly wouldn’t want to be a mermaid, cause it’s most certainly not as fun as she thinks it is. The little girl just pouted, saying Alaines no fun and just ran off. Alaine rejoined the others at the register, not wanting to think about possibly crushing some kids dreams. They just paid and left, going on to their next location. Stopping at afew other stores along the they picked up Sleeping bags, food and more.

Stopping by alittle fashion shop Alaine stopped the group, telling them they should stop here and get some extra clothing while their here. Lukus was questioning why should they with Alaine countering saying it be nice to not have to be walking around in their under armor clothing and blend in, especially considering all their stuffs back in Gaia. Jeimos and Issac agreed with her and Lukus reluctantly went along with them.

Walking in the place seemed rather nice and bright, having a decent selection. Looking over to the women at the counter Issac recognized her, “Jasmine?” He called to her. Looking up from the magazine she saw two familiar faces and smiled “Issac, Jeimos is that you! How you two doing today”?! She said back to them. Issac and Jeimos started talking to her, Jeimos thanking her for helping last time they met. Alaine and Lukus looked at her, realizing that’s the women from the video that helped them.

They thanked her for refusing their friends. She told them no problem and said they can look around and not to be afraid to ask her for anything. With that the four headed out to search for some new cloths. Jeimos got a purple long sleeve sweater and black skinny jeans, Issac got a t-shirt with some goofy looking characters on it and Lukus just got simple khaki pants and a green shirt. Alaine however took the longest grabbing three whole outfits.

An ocean blue sundress, a seashell crop top and jean shorts with flip flops and finally a nice seafoam skirt and top combo. She would have grabbed more but they the crew had to break her out of her trance to remind her they have a limited budget. With that they went up and paid, Jasmine looking concerned when everything was rung up, with it all being on one transaction it was rather expensive. They pulled out the Maloney stack and paid, easing her fears and with that they crew went back to base.

Unloading their huge pile of bags they got to work, eating some of the food for lunch and set up the sleeping bags. Took a much need bath, this time with actual soap, and changed into their new clothing. They all had to admit it was good to get out of their under armor clothing for once and have something new, they where also fiddling with their phones to figure out how they work. Saving each other’s numbers and relived to have a way to keep in touch long distance.

With everything setteled down they went back into the city to continue their search. Evan was doing push ups in room, craving something to do that wasn’t watching tv all day and moping around. He was thinking about some of the things he’d heard on the news I’ve the past few days. Reports of drug dealers being attacked by an alleged vampire and more sightings of the prosperity park centaur came flooding in. He also saw an alarming report of a string of attacks that happened three days ago.

Each of the victims report being attacked by a man and women, with details being fuzzy due to the brutal beatings they faced. Each of the victims where hospitalized for their beatings with some having their fingers cut off and two men having their touches and genitials cut off, one of them being in this hospital in critical condition. Some business man he overheard, near bled to death and in a coma. This wasn’t what concerned him, what concerned him was the police sketch.

The police sketch’s showed a man and women with a striking similar to Alaine and Lukus! They where last seen attacking a man before fleeing from police and are believed to be linked to the other attacks. Evan simply refunded to believe that notion, he knew his crew like the back of his hand! He knew they would never attack random strangers like that! It must have been someone else as theirs no way those two would just attack someone without good reason too!?

He completed his push-ups, completely exhausted. This wasn't good as this was way, way less reps then what he was normally capable of. He’s getting weaker he thought, this extended inactivity was not doing him any good. He just hoped either his plan worked or his crew found him soon!

I love how all the minor characters are coming into play! Good to see the goth kids again haha. Everything in the story’s setting feels so interconnected, that’s awesome. This is so good, I’m really enjoying this story a lot!

#fanfic

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Chunky Bracelets

I was gonna only do half of this today but then I finished it.

Summary: Icy reflects on her past; decidedly, it is better to do the victimizing than be the victim.

Self-harm mentions.

Sometimes the face reflected in the glass isn’t the one she wants. Sometimes the face in the mirror seems unnatural, like it shouldn’t be. And maybe that’s because it is. It was different some time ago...a long time ago now.

Icy rummages through her drawer and finds her favorite eyeshadow, her mascara, and her eyeliner. She draws it on thick and winged, accents her lashes, and adds a soft tint to her lips. Sometimes she chooses black or a deep navy blue, but today she is feeling for something lighter. Something like first frost on the grass. She fixes her hair into it’s high ponytail and accents it with diamonds, some faux and some real.

Her work is done. She is nothing like she was back then.

And she should be glad for it. There was nothing to like about her back then. Not her weird interests, not her awkward personality, and certainly not her looks--the way she dressed, her unkept, unwashed hair. Those ridiculous glasses and those painful braces.

She taps her eyeliner pencil against her chin; she could probably make it work now. The outfit anyhow. She thinks that her style of dress wouldn’t have been so terrible had it not clashed with whatever the hell had been going on with her face and personality.

Chunky studded bracelets clamped over blue and black arm warmers that fit too loosely around her arms paired with a ridiculously oversized muscle tank top--she can’t remember which band logo it had boasted. Ripped skinny jeans--they would have been anyhow if they weren’t so baggy on her--tucked into studded combat boots.

Yes, she could make that work now. But they didn’t sit well with braces, and glasses, and tangled hair. They were worn even worse on someone who stuttered through every conversation. Someone who rambled on about stupid things like snowglobe collections, famous brooms used by famous witches, and bands that no one else cared about.

She runs the comb through her hair until it is silky and immaculate. Until she has worked any trace of that person out with the knots. She doesn’t think about that person often. She tries to think none of her at all. Even still, after so long, and even in private solitude, it brings color to her pale cheeks.

Icy had been such an easy target, she doesn’t blame the lot of them. She wasn’t their favorite; their favorite was a short chubby girl with awful hand-eye coordination and a habit of stumbling over her own feet. But she was a good second.

They had many names for her but mostly she was a poser. A wannabe. An abomination to the punk-rock scene.

And her lyrics were just as absurd. Solstice had made that clear enough when she snagged her notebook and read them all out loud.

“Sing for us, Icy!” She shouted. “We want a concert!”

She did. She isn’t sure what she thought she would accomplish. Maybe she thought that she would have been a phenomenal singer, that she would have showed them all. And maybe she would have if she hadn’t been red-faced and anxious. Her song was shaky and off key.

She never sang again. Never wanted to.

For a time she unclasped the studded bracelets and swapped her skinny jeans for plain blue jeans. She traded her tank tops for oversized plaid sweaters in a soft baby blue. Somehow that made things worse. And of course that did. She was no longer a wannabe but a full blown dork. She supposes that at least the style had fit the person.

She picks through her closet for something to wear. She isn’t sure if she wants to go for the pastel goth aesthetics or something darker, something old school--batcave maybe. But then she’d have to break out the hairspray and style it all over again.

She transferred schools after that year. When they started throwing things at her and crafting little ornaments to hang in her hair she had requested the transfer. Her requests went ignored until she got careless--until her sleeve fell back and they found the scars.

She runs her fingers over them. Where they would be if she hadn’t tattooed over them. If she can’t see them, then they aren’t there. If they aren’t there then she never had a reason to put them there. If she never had a reason to put them there then she was never anything but suave and cool, smooth and confident.

The school that she was transferred to was smaller. Private. It wasn’t even in her home realm. She tried many styles then; one week she was preppy, the next she tried for something more sporty, and the week after that was whatever everyone else was wearing. And then she settled on simply being a punk-rock poser again. At least that took little effort and acting. There is something poetic about that, she knows.

She settles for pastel goth today, it goes well with her hair. She holds the dress against her body. Her elegant, slender body. There is a soft shimmer to her skin. Her skin has always had a shimmer to it. She studies the mirror again. Her cheeks are sculpted just as elegantly, her eyes are framed with makeup instead of glasses. Her hair falls over her shoulder in long, groomed waves. She has a pretty face. She likes to think that it is well earned.

She has earned her right to look down on the frizzy-haired and the bespectacled. She has earned her right to mock fareries that are too fat for their wings and witches that are skinnier than their broomsticks. She has earned her right to torment those who need to get themselves together.

She is glamorous. She has status. She has earned her right… And yet she feels hollow. Fake.

It is a nagging and persistent itch that is ever present each time she opens her mouth to let one of those loathsome pixies know that they are weak. She is fake. It is all a lie.

She tugs her dress on and steps out into the hallway.

“Oh perfect, you’re just on time!” Stormy greets.

“We were just reminding Mirta that she doesn’t belong here.” Darcy adds.

The girl is cornered. Icy rolls her eyes. The girl makes it too easy. Laughably easy. She is wearing Lucy’s arm warmers. She squeezes her eyes shut and covers her ears with her hands. Her fingernails are painted in an alternating red and black.

“She doesn’t need the reminder, she already knows.” Icy shrugs. “Don’t you, Mirta?”

“Y-yes.”

Icy rolls her eyes. “Then what are you doing here? This is a school for witches not, whatever the hell you are.”

“She’s a fairy in a witch’s clothing.” Stormy remarks.

“A poser.” Darcy comments, quirking a perfectly penciled brow.

A poser… Icy folds her arms over her chest.

She doesn’t think much of it throughout the day. She doesn’t think of it at all, really. Not until she makes it back to the dorm. And then she doesn’t stop thinking about it.

And the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks that she had made a mistake. She isn’t sure which kind or when exactly she had made it. But when she stands in front of the mirror and scrubs her eye makeup away, she is damn near certain that she has.

Sometimes when she stares for too long at her bare face she sees an awkward girl with glasses and braces and messy hair. And sometimes when she stares for much too long, she misses that person. That kinder person. That lanky girl with the arm warmers, studded bracelets, and oversized shirt. That stupid girl who--rather poorly--played the guitar in a stupid garage band.

“Hey.” Darcy leans in the door frame. “We’re going to the bar. You coming?”

“Let me reapply my makeup.”

“We still have to get ready too.” Stormy shrugs.

Icy wanders back to her closet. To the very back of it; he tugs on the arm warmers, clamps on those chunky studded bracelets. For old time’s sake, she tells herself.

#Winx #Winx Club #Winx Icy #Trix Icy #Fanfiction

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