#i love black makeup and that grunge look when i feel dark
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fuck me, emo boy. (l.dh)
PAIRING: idol!haechan x reader
GENRE: smut
WORD COUNT: 2.4k
SYNOPSIS: the concept photos that your boyfriend posted was enough to have you desperate for him. you're in love with the new look.
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, dom!haechan, petnames (baby + princess), teasing, choking, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of breeding, exhibitionism, (haechan wanting you to be louder so the other members can hear),
AUTHORS NOTE. happy bday @liz-zo!!!! a lil something special made for you.... have the best day bestie♡ ily soooooo much
You grin to yourself, biting on the nail of your thumb as you stare down at your phone screen, sending Donghyuck a simple love heart emoji before you swipe off his texts to preoccupy yourself as you wait for his arrival, scrolling through the rest of the concept photos that dropped and admiring your boyfriend as you wrap yourself up in his blankets.
The concept photos were enough to send your mind whirling with thoughts, seeing him dressed in a black mesh shirt with a white tank underneath, dark ripped jeans and matching converse made you desperate to have him in between your legs, keeping his dark makeup eyes on you as he eats you out, using his tongue to send you over the edge.
Truthfully, everything that Donghyuck does makes you want him—and you mean everything. When he arrived at your own place a few weeks back wearing the baggiest of shirts and sweatpants, you ended up on your knees for an hour with his cock shoved in your mouth, tears brimming in your eyes as he fucked your throat with the most filthiest compliments and sweet praises.
But there was something about this outfit specifically that was different, the makeup too. The grunge type of look from head to toe leaving you aching and thighs pressing together for any type of friction. You were even debating slipping a hand between your thighs to relieve yourself, to feel something that would help but you refrain from doing so when you heard the front door open and footsteps piling in, loud voices of the boys immediately filling up the quietness of the dorms.
You hear the shriek of Chenle’s laugh first, and then you hear Renjun’s argumentative tone and Jisung demanding that he’s hungry. You can barely make out Jaemin offering to make him something to eat before hearing Donghyuck telling them all that he’s going to his room as you are waiting for him.
It excites you, and it makes you a little nervous hearing the heavy footsteps across the floorboards, heading straight to you and when the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, your breath hitches at the back of your throat, phone sliding from your grip and falling to the covers.
Donghyuck stands in the doorway, dressed head to toe in the exact same outfit he wore in the photos he sent you and in the concept photos, the smirk that’s present on his face does nothing to hide your excitement and arousal.
“Hey, baby” He greets you first as he steps further inside of the bedroom and closes the door behind himself, fingers racing around to twist at the lock and your heart thumps widely at your chest when you hear the ‘click!’.
You struggle to find the right words, unable to even greet him back as you stare at his outfit and you almost drool at the sight, especially when you see the rings decorating his fingers and the black chipped nail polish.
Donghyuck laughs at seeing you so silent, a smug look written across his features as he slowly inched his way towards the end of the bed and he cocks his head to the side, tongue clicking against his teeth.
“Don’t tell me I’ve made you speechless already?” Donghyuck teases, causing your cheeks to grow warm under his gaze. “I haven’t even got to the best part yet” His sultry tone sends a shiver down your spine and you watch as he places his palms on the bed, staring you down with his dark eyes, the eyeliner making his stare more intense than usual. “Come on, princess… Use your words. Tell me what you think”
“You look hot” You manage to say even if it was as quiet as a whisper, still not trusting your voice as you take in his appearance.
“Yeah?” He hums as he slowly pulls the bed covers away, revealing your bare legs in your shorts and the shirt of his that you’re wearing. He grins at that, eyeing you up and his chest rumbles with a deep chuckle as you unconsciously rub your thighs together. “What else?”
“You know what else” You bite back a little, knowing that Donghyuck’s expecting you to comply to every question he asks and you can’t help but feel proud, the corner of your lips twitching upwards as you notice his facial expression drops lightly before he suddenly smiles again, tongue poking at his cheek as he begins to move up the bed, crawling on his knees all while dragging his hands up your thighs, the coldness of his rings stinging your warm skin.
You try to control your unsteady breathing as Donghyuck finds a place between your legs, prying them open wide enough for him to fit in between before resting your thighs on his hips, caging him in instead. The material of his torn black shirt rubs against your skin and you involuntarily squeeze your legs around him, causing his smile to widen.
“I want you to tell me what else” Donghyuck kneads your thighs, his grip tight. “I like it when you use your words, you know that”
You’re melting into his touch, unable to focus on anything else but his hands that are on your skin and the goosebumps rise when you feel his hands glide up, dipping beneath the material of his shirt you’re wearing and massaging your waist, causing your back to arch into his touch.
But the warmth of his hands rips away from your skin before you can fully enjoy it and a whine slips past your lips, open your mouth to scold him for letting go too quickly but a gasp leaves you as you feel his hand slip around your neck, squeezing at the sides and pressing your head further into the pillows beneath you.
Donghyuck’s smiling down at you so prettily despite the grip he has on you and it makes your head swirl, hips raising off the bed to rub over the front of his jeans and he tuts, shaking his head as his other hand comes down to grip your hips.
“You’re so desperate for me. Looking so pretty and perfect acting like this for me” He coos softly, licking at his lips as he looks down to where he presses himself against you, grinning as he hears you whine. “So perfect… All mine. You’re all mine. Can you say it, princess? Say you’re all mine”
“All yours” You pathetically whisper, barely coherent.
“Hm?” Donghyuck hums, leaning in close as he squeezes your throat once again. “I can’t hear you. What did you say?”
“I’m all yours” You say a little louder this time and Donghyuck grins before he leans in to kiss you. The kiss is anything but gentle and sweet. His tongue presses through the opening on your lips to tangle with yours, his teeth bite down and pull on your bottom lip all while keeping his fingers wrapped around your throat, his rings digging into your skin.
You welcome it happily, caging him in between your legs, your arms coming around his shoulders to bring him in closer to you but unfortunately, much to your dismay, Donghyuck doesn’t let that happen.
You frown as he pulls away from you, his grip loosening on your throat and you almost plead for him to come back but the words are stuck as grips the material of the shirt and pulls it over your head, dropping it carelessly to the ground as he mouths at your chest, nipping and biting the skin, leaving marks along the way as he travels south.
His tongue swirls at your navel, causing your back to arch at the sensation as your hands reach down to tangle your fingers through his dark hair, making him glance up at you with a cocky smirk that in any other case would make you scoff, but you wanted him to keep going.
“You like this, don’t you?” His tone is soft despite the hint of tease. His fingers trail over the waistband on your panties, hooking beneath the fabric. “You like me teasing you, feeling you up… kissing you. I bet you crave it so badly when I’m not here” You nod your head almost immediately and he smiles, “Me too, princess”
Donghyuck pulls your panties down your legs but ends up ripping the material due to impatience and it getting caught on your ankles, making you gasp as you stare at the ruined lace before turning to look at Donghyuck with a frown.
He shrugs, cupping his hands beneath your thighs and hooking them over his shoulders, “You know I’ll buy you new ones”
Before you can even clap back to say how that was your favourite pair, Donghyuck’s already attaching his lips to your clit and flicking his tongue over the sensitive nerve. Your back arches, a strangled moan fleeting past your own lips as your head presses against the pillows behind you.
He rotates between flicking his tongue over your clit and licking your folds, keeping his eyes on you to watch your facial expressions and you can feel him smirking against your skin, especially when he feels your fingers tug at his hair.
You’re unable to control yourself, moaning so loudly you feel lightheaded, rutting your pussy against his face even when he tries to hold you down to prevent you from moving, wanting to do all the work himself and your body jerks as he sucks on your clit, curling his fingers around your thighs to pull you in closer to him.
“That’s it, baby. Keep making those sounds for me” He mumbles, wiggling his tongue between your folds and prodding at your entrance, “You sound so fucking pretty for me. You always do”
Your face feels hot at his words, clearly affected by his constant praises and Donghyuck laughs again, holding your gaze when you meet his eyes as he sucks your clit between his lips, slipping his hand from your thigh to push two fingers inside your pussy, curling them up and brushing against your walls.
He scissors his fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out and the sounds makes you feel a little embarrassed but he seems to love it, moaning into your pussy and closing his eyes in bliss as he slurps you up, beginning to rut his confined cock on the sheets beneath him.
You’re slurring your words, unable to come up with a coherent sentence that can warn Donghyuck that you’re about to cum, but with the way your pussy clenches around his fingers he already knows what’s about to happen and he smiles, his pace quickening.
“Come on, princess. That’s it…” Donghyuck coaxes, lightly nipping at your inner thigh. “Cum for me, baby”
Your hips lift off of the bed as you cum and he laughs, pinning you down with his arm to help ride out your orgasm, gushing over his tongue which he happily drinks up through praises, telling you how good you’re doing for him and how you taste so sweet.
He doesn’t allow you to recover from your orgasm as he’s already peeling himself out of his own clothing, throwing them down to the ground and moving to lay in between your legs, hoisting them over his shoulders.
Donghyuck presses in close to you enough to feel his cock nestle between your folds, tip nudging against your clit and you whine, swivelling your hips to entice him, desperate for him to fuck you already but he doesn’t give in just yet as he gently kisses your knee.
“What are you waiting for?” You ask him quietly, bucking your hips. “Fuck me, Donghyuck”
“Say ‘please’” He tells you with a smirk, clearly teasing you and you roll your eyes only for him to click his tongue against his teeth in warning. “Don’t be like that, baby… you know I like it when you say please. Come on… Say it, for me?”
“Please”
“My good girl” Donghyuck praises you sweetly before he eases his cock into you and you gasp at the stretch, the satisfying burn in your core making you moan out in pleasure but it’s soon replaced with a squeal when he pushes in deeper, bottoming out inside you. “Fuck, baby… Feel so good around me. The prettiest pussy. My pretty pussy”
His thrusts are frantic, grip on your thighs tightening as he drives into you, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches himself disappearing inside of you and appear covered in your sweet arousal, making him grunt over and over again while you squeeze your pussy around him.
You’re wailing as his cock hits deep, throwing your head back against the pillows and hurriedly reaching up to grip the headboard to prevent it from knocking against the wall when you hear the subtle knocking and Donghyuck hums, one hand letting go of your thigh to curl around your wrist.
“Stop, they’ll hear” You tell him when he tries to tug your hand away.
He tilts his head to the side with a grin on his lips, “Why are you worried about that now? Baby… you were moaning like crazy when I was eating your pretty pussy”
You immediately freeze, clamping up when you realise he’s right. You had completely forgotten they were home as you were too preoccupied with how Donghyuck was making you feel between your legs and you grow hot, the embarrassment flooding through you and you tighten your grip on the headboard, pressing your lips together to not make any more noises.
your lips together to not make any more noises.
“Oh. Don’t tell me you’re feeling shy now?” Donghyuck teases, continuing to roll his hips. “Let it out, baby. I know you like it. Show them how good I make you feel”
“Donghyuck, please—”
“Don’t you want Jaemin to hear?” His words make you freeze, staring up at him with widened eyes and he begins to smirk, nodding his head towards the opposite wall. “His room is right there. He said something about going to his room after making Jisung something to eat… He listens to us, you know. Hearing your pretty little noises as I fuck your pussy, filling it with cum, wishing that it was him”
His words are turning you on, more that you’d like to admit. Something about knowing that his best friend listens to you two having sex occasionally and wanting to be in your boyfriends position is enough to make you part your lips slightly, freeing any sound of pleasure that’s soon about to be let out and Donghyuck grins, leaning over you so he’s inches away from your face.
“Wanna give him another show, princess?” He asks you, gently tugging your hand down from the headboard before he cups your cheek, his thumb dragging down your lower lip before he plants a quick kiss. “Want him to hear you moan and scream my name as I fuck your pussy full?”
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HIII i love ur work sm! can you make one of bill having a gf who has kinda the same style of him but it’s a mix of grunge, and a bit of nu metal? thank you❣️
ᡣ𐭩 bill w grunge/nu metal gf
headcannons down below!
hot. topic. trips.
it’s one of your favourite stores and whenever the two of you going shopping the both of you cannot pass up the opportunity to go there
“y/ny/n look! isn’t this sick!?”
he does your hair and you do his, whether it be styling or dyeing it, the two of you are always doing it together
loves the feeling of your hands running through his hair, will ask you to do it often
even in the shower :)
btw you guys spend so much money and time on hairspray
matching jewelry and outfits!
they aren’t completely the same, but similar, you guys style the outfits differently but it can still be comprehended that you and bill are matching
“should i wear it with the leather jacket? orrr the striped zip-up?”
“y/n! look at these bracelets i got us! :D” “omgosh bill they’re so cute!” “right!?”
MAKEUP. SESSIONS!!
you loveeee to experiment makeup looks on bill because you’re more expanded with that, and he always says yes when you ask because he just loves spending time with you!
“this feels really nice y/n..” “the makeup is sooo smooth, also, it applies really well to your skin!” “well that’s because you take really good care of me schatzi!”
the music the two of you listen to is somewhat different, but bill enjoys it as long as you do
record shop dates. omfgggg
JUST THINK ABT IT, him and u exploring each other’s music tastes and end up really enjoying it together
you guys def make playlists, you make one for each other and then have a joined playlist
PAINTING NAILSSSSSSS
he lovesss to paint your nails, especially in his signature manicure with the black and the white french tip
“bill this looks really good,” “thank you, now you can think of me whenever we’re not together :)”
whenever he paints your nails like this he’s always touching them or kissing your hands
you leave kisses on him with your makeup and black or dark red lipstick marks are left on his cheeks and neck
will walk around like that, very proudly
“bill take it off we’re home now,” “no! leave me alone i wanna keep it on >:(”
you have to chase him around the room with makeup wipes
#tokio hotel#tokio hotel x y/n#tokio hotel x you#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel fluff#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz x y/n#bill kaulitz x you#bill kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz fluff#2000s#fyp
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What alternative subcultures the Creepypastas would be in!!(pt 1)
This was an ask I accidentally deleted! Oops! I also listen to all the music I put in here! So it’s also a small glimpse into what I listen to! Also as some of you know I’m in the scemo and goth subcultures! But I know a lot about alternative cultures period so this was fun to make!
LJ: VICTORIAN GOTH 100%!! / Victorian Circus Core
I mean he’s literally from that era
The feathered shaw, the black and white color scheme, the black lipstick and guy liner with the pale white face!!
Literally a goth king. That’s an outfit I would definitely see at a goth club!(I’ve been to many)
Another part of goth culture is liking horror/ monsters. Since LJ is a monster he’d fit right in!
He’d be accepted by most goths despite his looks bc goths have morbid dark fashion senses themselves!
So if they saw his swirly cone nose and sharp teeth they’d be like: omg! I love your look!
He’d definitely listen to classical music and other goth music Specifically Switchblade symphony and Cocteau Twins
He definitely listens to old PATD
I can see him wearing other Victorian inspired clothes too!
Like dis:
Jeff: Metalhead/ with 90s emo(for nostalgia.)
I mean look at him
He’d definitely shit on nu metal and still listen to it
The long greasy black hair, not showering, thinking he’s better than everyone else yeah sounds like a metal head to me/ hj
He listens Cattle Decapitation, Peeling Flesh, Suicide Silence, Cannibal Corpse, Avatar and literally anything with machine gun drums
He listens to some 90s emo but will never admit
Definitely wears band shirts especially the ones he got from concerts when he was a teen
He loves a good mosh pit
You know, the ones where you come out all bloody?
Yeah he loves those
He can hurt people in them and it’ll be fine? Sign him up! (Man has no pit manners smh)
Definitely a metal elitist
“You like SOAD? Ugh that not REAL metal”
Stfu Jeff.
Yeah. Metalhead to his core.
LJill (I love her, so underrated)
Victorian goth as well, but she leans more in the gothic Lolita side of it
Wears pretty gothic Lolita dresses with lots of black and white lace, buttons and she’ll have a matching bonnet and parasol to match when she’s feeling extra fancy!
She feels so elegant and feminine when she puts her multiple layers of petticoats on! She wouldn’t be caught dead without them!
Her makeup and lipstick is always perfect.
Her hair is always either perfectly curled or perfectly straightened
The goal is to look as doll like as possible ( also because she is one!)
She listens to music box like music if that makes sense?? For example Swan Lake by Fairy Lullaby or Porcelain Eyes
She, like LJ listens to classical music and goth music
But mainly classical and music box!
Will go to tea parties and knows how to make tea cakes and sandwiches
Just a lady all around!
Jane: Trad Goth/ Casual Goth/ Amy Lee
Since Jane is always on the move and doesn’t really have time to get all dressed up
So she’ll usually be in a simple black dress or black pants and a turtleneck
But when she does get a chance to dress up
She dresses trad goth mixed with Amy Lee
She’ll have her hair long with bangs covering her forehead
Trad goth makeup, but a bit more modern,big eyeliner and arched brows
She’ll be wearing corsets and waist trainers
Long skirts, ripped leggings
High heel platforms
She goes all out and she looks great!
Listens to music like The Cure, Siouxsie and the Banshees, New Years Day and The Birthday Massacre
Can do goth dances very well
God she’s beautiful
Toby: Midwestern Emo/ early 2000s emo/ a tad grunge/ indie
He just looks like one tbh
But seriously he had a hard life and emo music gives him comfort
Toby wears flannel shirts, grandpa sweaters, simple tee shirts and pants that are loose but not too loose
Hiking boots, sneakers
He listens to Chidos, The Front Bottoms, State Champs, Real Friends, Nirvana, Yawning, Hail the Sun, The Used, A Lot Like Birds, Static Dress, Mild High Club and many many more
He can play the guitar, drums and sing pretty well
He needed something to keep him busy while he was homeschooled after all! And it took his mind off of the horrible things he was going through
Plus with him feeling no pain, he could practice his hands bleed so his hands are really calloused
He likes to sit in the woods and just listen to music sometimes
He’s a loner like that
Especially in the fall when the leaves are so pretty
He feels almost peaceful. Almost
EJ: Tbh I can’t put him in a single box I feel like he’d be everything
He’ll listen to whatever whenever
Except religious music it freaks him out
Ya know because of the cult that took his eyes
But I see him liking dark ,dreamy music if that makes sense
His taste actually lines up with Toby’s pretty well
Static dress, MGMT, YKWIM by Yot Club, Homage by the Mild High club, My Bloody Valentine, Grouper
Also anything with sad guitars like wish by sign crushes motorist (Toby likes music like this too)
Sometimes even lo-fi if he has to unwind
Jack wears all black most of the time. Just so he doesn’t look too dirty
Black hoodie, black shirt, black pants, black shoes
He also feels like any other color won’t go with his now grey skin
But yeah EJ is just a dude with a wide music taste
We love that for him
Nina: Obviously Scene+Emo= scemo
Do I even have to explain?
She listens to Pierce the Veil, Sleeping with Sirens, Bring Me the Horizon, Paramore, AFI, FOB, Get Scared, Hey Monday, MCR, Ghosttown, Millionaires, Brokencyde, Medic Driod, Dot Dot Curve, A Skylight Drive, ISMFOF ,everything Toby listens too as well(and many more)
Nina wears either all black with colorful hair or has her signature black and pink with more colorful outfits
Cheeta print, skulls, DIY stuff, band shirts, tube tops, tutus, skinny jeans, brass knuckle necklaces, hoop earrings, black eyeshadow, big teased hair with raccoon tails
Yeah she’s 2000s emo fs
Goes to raves and concerts like crazy
But she’s not opposed to any kind of music and will do goth makeup for fun
And wear Jane’s clothes
She thinks goth is really pretty but it’s just not her
She’ll stick with scemo lol
Jason The Toymaker: Steampunk/ Victorian Circus Core
The copper in his clothes
The bright red hair
The long flowing jacket with intimate details
Yeah he’s definitely steam punk
Im not sure what kind of music steampunks listen to but I’d like to know!
Jason definitely listens to Emilie Autumn and old PATD
BEN: EDM
I mean…it was obvious
Skillix, deadmouse, xxxanteria, Luci4, old Flying Lotus albums, 9lives
He’s literally code so I think he’d like it
Not much else to say here tbh
I’m getting tired so lmk if you want a part 2 lol
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hello! i would like a hazbin hotel matchup pls
ima straight woman, my mbti is estp and ima aquarius sun virgo moon and cancer rising if that means anythin to u lmao
im 5'0 (sadly 😭) and i have long wavy black hair w red streaks, i usually straighten it tho. idrk how to describe my style but if i had to id say like the stereotypical y2k grunge girl look (think tara yummy) im also rly into makeup n wear eyeshadow n big ass lashes like everyday
im kinda all over the place personality wise, but most of the time im rly energetic and always making jokes n laughing, i also love partying n going out but i need to have sum time at home too or else i get burnt tf out, im always there for the ppl i care abt even if we aint that close if someone ever comes to me for advice or anythin i always help as much as i can, i also am very very anxious but i usually keep it underwraps unless somethin triggers it and i also have a lottt of trust issues n lowkey be thinkin everyone out to get me sumtimes
i honestly dont have a lot of interests, i rly love music fashion n makeup tho, i take any excuse i can to dress myself up even if i aint goin nowhere, i listen to almost any type of music but my favs are the weeknd, lana del rey, rob zombie, and stunna girl
in a relationship im also pretty all over the place, i love very intensely n i overthink a lot n need a lot of reassurance but i tend to focus on my partners needs a lot more than mine, but if my partner brings it up i wont lie to them n if the overthinking gets rly bad to the point i cant ignore it ill bring it up, im also very clingy n always wanna be w my partner or talkin to them in sum way, im very thoughtful n love spoiling my partner w affection n gifts (usually homemade cuz im broke 💀)
ik this is rly long i tried my best to make it as short as possible mb 😭 but i hope u have a great day n thank u for doing my request :)
You got…Lucifer!
No need to worry about height because you are both the same! If not an inch or two apart, His hat, fortunately, makes it seem like he's the taller of the two of you.
Lucifer is very...fashionable? Man himself, so he really likes seeing the time you put into your outfits. They are a lot less crisp and white than his, but what's more interesting than things he isn't? Your make-up is a lot more mature than his, though, so you have two completely different dressing and makeup areas so as not to mix up his bright colours with your shadowy palettes.
When it comes to people, he has plenty of trust issues. After his wife left him without much explanation, followed by his descent into depression, it takes a lot for him to really be open to people. This made a lot of your relationship-building quite awkward, which in turn made it funny.
He loves your laugh, and he's glad you enjoy jokes because he really has way too many to count! He's got a pun for every letter in the alphabet. Even if it isn't appropriate, if it means cheering you up, he will go to some crazy lengths. He loves it when you laugh at his jokes, and he will definitely get competitive with anyone who tries to compete.
Lucifer really could use your advice, and in turn, he has a lot of wisdom. Some of your longest conversations are those where you both sit in a quiet, dark place after a long day and share feelings, worries, and solutions. He's lived a long life and seen almost everything the world has to offer, and if you ask him for a taste of his knowledge, he is absolutely thrilled that he can be of use to you.
Dedication is what he feels. Lucifer has every love language and accepts any at all in return; he has everything in his grasp, so what you want is all yours. The fact that you are clingy is just a plus, because it assures him that you do actually love him and that he does actually get to enjoy his days with you.
Any homemade gifts you make are met with utter delight. All he does these days is craft rubber ducks, so you are free to venture into his workshop and use what you need to make your items. Lucifer believes what is made by an individual is the most vulnerable gift to give.
Expect a lot of fast, loving emotions and busy days every day! Lucifer will make you feel loved and special, and he will make sure you smile at least once a day in his company.
Author’s Note - Your runner up was Valentino! But if you ask me, Lucifer is a much better bet.
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uhm hello hi this is for the match up thing
so uh looks wise i’m a 5’6 female, extremely fucking pale😭😭 i have dyed dark red hair that’s like quite long. i have light blue eyes and i have freckles. fashion style wise uh i’d say it’s like kinda like sort of fairy grunge in a way if u know what that issss but my makeup always varies between like what i’m wearing/how bothered i can be... idk where this should go but i am a scorpio who was born on halloween so i pride myself on that!!!!
uh personality wise i’d say i keep to myself and my close friends a lot i can be pretty talkative if i’m talking about my passions tho, i’d say i’m loyal cause like i’ve had the same friends for years and i’ve never replaced any of them for anyone ever, i can get quite jealous easily but that’s down to attachment issues (womp womp) 👎👎👎 my friends say i’m a really funny person so!!! does nostalgic count as a personality trait?? because like people always speak to me if they want to like feel like the old times but that’s because i’m stuck in the past a little too much and have like quite a good memory…..errr….i’m good at comforting people i guess and at giving advice since i was my friend groups like therapist friend.. people have told me i look quite intimidating at first glance but when they get to know me i’m not but that’s just cause i have like a raging rbf😭😭 i’ve been told i’m quite like helpful aswell and i like doing favours for people i care about tho so!!! i’m also very sentimental. and i am almost worryingly competitive….i will throw whatever is in arms reach at you if i lose…but i guess i’m just quite a quiet person unless you’re in my close friends circle then i can be quite loud and energetic…but i do have like crippling anxiety so…..slay….
okay uh interests wise i really like painting, reading, baking, listening to music, photo taking, i’m like really into the paranormal and like spiritual shit like crystals, incense, and i’m currently learning tarot!! i’m also very into history. my music taste is like all over the place so i can’t name any specific genres but some artists are; ghost (obvs), lana del rey, fleetwood mac, mitski, kate bush, abba ykkkk
here is some add on info!! : my favourite colour is purple. my favourite animal is cats, and i have a black and white one called crystal. i have like an uncontrollable obsession with candles and incense….i am a hoarder for that shit. my fav board game is uno because i am literally the master but i will throw the cards at your face if i lose….my favourite season are autumn and spring because i’m indecisive, favourite weather is rain but only if i’m indoors if i’m outdoors then it’s snow. i am a just dance PRO. my fav movie is phantom of the operaaaa, my fav tv show is either modern family or what we do in the shadows. my fav book genre is either fantasy or romance. if i was one of the seven sins i would def be fucking gluttony cause like i am snacking all day everyday, i have such a sweet tooth omgg…..
sorry if this is very vague especially for personality wise i just have no sense of my personality and would need to be told what i’m actually like to know….but my friends are asleep…..so!!!! 😭😭😭
Your match is... Secondo
To him being born on Halloween is just the coolest thing. He always gets carried away with your birthday celebrations.
He can handle you getting jealous, he understands it comes from attachment issues.
He loves how loyal you are. It's a trait he values highly in people.
This man is an expert at uno so you won’t always win.
While your competitiveness greatly amuses him (he’s very fond of it), if you throw cards at him, he will raise an eyebrow with an amused smile. The smile that means you are in trouble.
If you allow him too, it will most likely end in him pinning you down on the table and punishing you in a very enjoyable manner.
He is very impressed by your good memory. He will often ask you to tell stories of your first dates together.
He also loves hearing about your past to learn more about you.
He doesn’t open up much about his feelings but when he needs to talk he’ll go to you.
You both look very intimidating before people get to know you.
When you are feeling anxious he’ll spend the day with you. Baking, reading, photography or painting. He loves doing that stuff with you.
He helps you learn Tarot
He is very fond of your cat Crystal (don't tell another soul).
Because Crystal is black and white he’ll call them 'Papa Crystal'.
Ps I’ve just seen your other ask re this matchup, I will add this: He always leaves food on his plate for you to eat. He says he’s full but really he just enjoys seeing you happy when you steal his food.
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This post is a part of Match-up Event. The Event ended on July 15th.
Written by Nyx
#match up#match up event#secondo emeritus#anon#ghost band x reader#ghost band#ghost bc#ghost bc x reader#ghost x reader#papa emeritus ii#papa emeritus ii x reader#secondo x reader
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hello, dear!
i would like to request a matchup, if possible! a male perfect match, to be specific! 😳
APPEARANCE: i'm a 150cm (4'11") young lady! i'm a 24 y/o brunette with short curly dark brown hair and chocolate eyes! not particularly curvy (breasts flat 😭). i'm kind of a soft goth but also grunge kind of person. i love black and rock and roll babyyy! 🤘 i also wear glasses/lenses (for myopia and astigmatism 🤓).
DETAILS: i'm pansexual! infj 4w5. artistic, creative and anxious (pathologically. what a bless.) and i have a bachelor in psychology! i work as a therapist on a clinic.
LIKES: dogs, moths, birds, art in general, heavy metal, rp and rpg, indie, rock music, makeup and a good meal!
DISLIKES: being under pressure, insensitive, uncompromising and intolerant people. all kinds of prejudice.
PRONOUNS: she/her!
PERSONALITY: i tend to be kind, affectionate, funny, sarcastic and passionate. specially when i'm with friends and family. even with anxiety, i can present myself well and treat strangers with kindness and make them laugh with my way of being. i love complimenting people too! and i can get quite defensive and stubborn when i'm feeling threatened. my self-esteem doesn't help, but i try to keep myself up.
HOBBIES: watching movies, shows, anime, playing games, reading (currently reading frankenstein), drawing, aaand i wish i could know how to cook better (fam says my cooking is good but-- 🤨 idk)
IDEAL RELATIONSHIP: something comfortable, where my partner and i would be free to talk about anything and spent time with each other without fears! i need someone that understands my anxiety and self-esteem and know how to be patient with me and comfort me when i'm feeling down. the same way i would try to be, as much as i can, patient and comprehensive with the person! my main love language is quality time, followed by acts of service and giving/receiving gifts! my main type are muscular and tall males with long hair and stubble (think aizawa from bnha).
thank you so much and happy birthday (again)!! 💗
Hi shimi! Thanks for turning in a matchup and for the birthday wish! I’m not lying when I’m saying your matchup was heavily influenced by some stuff I’ve written on my blog. So let’s find out!
You got…
Killer!!!
You gave me random kid pirate/sadjackie vibes.
He’s surrounded by jerks (we are looking at you Eustass Kid) so having someone super nice around, giving him compliments would be something he’d love.
He probably listens to heavy metal…have you seen the Victoria Punk! Those boys aren’t listen to Taylor Swift!!!
He’d be so patient with you if you are upset or anxious. He gives me the feeling that he has some problems with self esteem. He does literally hide behind a mask.
He’d always cook for you and with you. It would be a super cute date.
He’d love your sarcasm and making you feel comfortable and safe.
Just being with you would be his favorite time!
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alex alex alex i GOTTA know. what's been your Favorite Look for each member of stray kids.
oh!! this is a tall order, gunna go off instincts and vibes with the caveat that i'm not thinking about this too hard. ALSO i'm gunna go kinda with like...hair looks mostly? because i think there's a wide array of things i could talk about within 'looks' including various styling and makeup over the years, but i think a hair look is so distinctly an era so we'll default that . (if you want more in-depth member thoughts, you can send me an individual member but for all 8 of them, i'm not gunna give myself more work) anyway, let's start from the top <3
undeniably a chan three-tone enjoyer. i think this length is excellent on him -- the little blunt butch cut plus the tiered black, blonde, red. sophisticated scene hair. it makes me think of revenge era frank iero for no reason other than color scheme and emo vibe. the up styling, the down styling. when they'd do it kinda tousled and messy -- @ the stylists doing their current fuck shit with his hair: bring it BACK.
as much as i am DEEPLY compelled by the current LENGTH of minho's hair and the embodiment of boy gender he is gendering, my truth is tangerine lino is everything to me. my BELOVED kool aid dye. the way it washed out into that soft bronze. honestly probably made especially exquisite by the make up of the god's menu era, and i love it immensely.
uncontested queen of my changbin heart is this specific undercut look. with changbin, i want all the undercuts and there ARE others, but i love how close this one is and the shaved step design and the choppiness of his hair plus the styling 😖😖😖 when a man is perfect 😖😖😖
i actually don't think hyunjin needs to be perpetually blonde OR that the blonde hair needs to perpetually be long, BUT when he has both of those things, i DO need it half up and decorated with the prettiest little braids. it does make me think of being queer in high school and my hair being super short and girls flirting with me by playing with my hair, and if they gave me the little braids, i'd keep them in for as long as possible because it made them happy. anyway. girlfriend hyune. (special shout out to fire engine red hj though, the way that BLED all over his face and neck and clothes when he performed [rabid barking])
jisung is actually the hardest to me because i'm obsessed with him and also i think he looks SOOO good in different colors & i'm so partial to the blonde look because i wrote it into a fic and anytime he has blonde hair (and changbin has black hair at the same time) i'm like that's SOOO specifically my FIC jisung, but also i fucking love dark hair on him, especially if it's longer and the orange made me BONKERS and the grey is so good and they NEED to give me BLUE again, but actually my REAL answer is jisung in hats. love his boy gender of beanies and hoods, love when he is COZY. love when he wears a CAP, backwards OR forwards... i just think wow a boy... what a boy look. with his loose clothes and his nail polish and his headphones idk!!! idk!!!! baby!!!!!
okay...anyway
(domino blue felix is actually butting up under this but ultimately, this is my ideal) literally if i could challenge the stylists to a DUEL anytime they even THOUGHT of applying lightener to felix's hair for the rest of the year i WOULD. my ideal is LONG and BROWN/black -- DARK so his freckles POP. his little grunge gender! let me at it!!
i was actually two seconds away from being a seungmin bias during his purple era because it is so deeply compelling to me on a base level. my thoughts and feelings about seungmin are limited pre-2022 skz LA crisis (where he sung JBIEB (EW??) AND RUINED MY Life /pos) but if i have any, they are focused solidly on purple seungmin and what he means to me (bites him in half)
last but not least jeongin!! honestly the blonde is like. life changing. transformative. single-handedly trebuchets him out of the baby infant zone for the barest of moments before he's hurled directly back again (he will escape baby infant zone completely at some point and then i'll be in trouble, so i am actually savoring the fact that he is the opposite of a threat rn). he's top two blonde idols for me, and the other one is jimin. which is an immense scale. anyway. foxy blonde boy ily.
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Hallo, could I have a request for Honkai Star Rail, Genshin Impact, & Full Metal Alchemist? ^^
My name is Corvid, I’m nonbinary asexual and use they/them pronouns. I’m a virgo sun, and aries moon, my mbti is INTP.
I’m average height (5’5 ft), I’m chubby and have warm olive skin tone. I have brown eyes, and have dark circles under them. My hair is short and curly, longer in front so I have bangs that nearly cover my eyes, and my undercut that’s been growing out. My bangs are dyed purple, and my hair is soft.
My style falls into goth and punk aesthetics, and my clothes are grunge from me altering them. (My favorite pieces are my battle jacket and my batwing hoodie.)
I have a bad rbf but light up when I see my close friends.
I’m a pretty quiet person normally and tend to keep to my self. When around my friends my more chaotic nature shines. I usually take care of others before myself.
I like art, history, mythology, video games, anime, thunderstorms, music, and alternative fashion.
I dislike crowded areas, too much noises at once, making eye contact, and rude people.
My hobbies are creating art (drawing/ writing), reading, listening to music, playing video games, playing ttrpgs, altering my clothes, doing makeup, cooking/baking, collecting trinkets and swimming.
I usually have trinkets in my clothes pockets, and I gift them to my close friends.
I hope this is okay, if not then feel free to ignore it, please take care ^^ 🖤
Hi Corvid! Thank you for your request! Aah! My first Fullmetal Alchemist matchup! It's my favourite series! I hope you like your matchups!
In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...
Caelus matches your quiet but chaotic energy well.
Loves playing video games with you! Anything that you can both play together is a game he's interested in.
I also see Caelus as a fan of anime, especially action packed shows like My Hero Academia and Black Clover.
Caelus would enjoy cooking with you. There's usually a pretty big mess to clean up at the end but whatever you make usually ends up tasting pretty good.
If you're in a busy, crowded place and are getting uncomfortable, Caelus will excuse you from the conversation and take you somewhere quiet. He'll sit with you until you feel like going back to the group.
Loves it when you gift trinkets to him. I see Caelus as someone who likes collecting little things from different worlds, so he'll add anything you give him to his collection.
In Genshin Impact, I match you with...
Xinyan loves your hidden chaotic nature! She loves it when someone trusts her enough to reveal their true self. Especially when it's such a fun nature!
Modern au Xinyan would love playing video games with you, as well as watching you play them. Every time you get past a particularly challenging part, she's jumping up cheering you on!
Loves your fashion sense. She's always on the lookout for accessories for you when she's travelling around playing music.
Any trinkets you give her are somehow being incorporated into her outfit. Keychains are being clipped to her belt. Bracelets are going on her arms. Anything that isn't easily attached is going in a pouch in her guitar case.
Her music is usually pretty loud so, even though she'd love to perform for you, she'll always check in to see how you're doing. If you need to have a break, she's more than happy to postpone her playing and have some quiet time with you.
In Fullmetal Alchemist, I match you with...
Edward matches your chaotic energy but he's outgoing straight off the bat. Your initially quiet nature balances out his loud nature.
As loud as he may be, he'll try to be a bit quieter around you. If he's being too loud, you can count on Alphonse to notice your discomfort and tell his brother off.
If you're in a crowd and getting uncomfortable, Ed will do his best to get you somewhere quiet. If he can't get you out of the crowd quickly, he's transmuting a path up and out.
Ed loves your fashion sense! It matches his aesthetic pretty well so he'll always look for cool clothes and accessories that he would wear if he's shopping for you.
Every trinket you give him, he's keeping. The pockets of his pants and coat are full of things you've given him.
He'll return the favour by giving you trinkets as well. They might be a rock he picked up at the side of the road, or some new makeup.
#writing#fanfic#matchup#matchup request#request#honkai star rail#caelus#genshin impact#xinyan#fullmetal alchemist#fullmetal alchemist brotherhood#edward elric
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I recently saw Maddy Perez style analyse , but would love to see also Effy’s character development through costume design analyse , can you make it plz ?)) 🙏🏻🙏🏻
I think Effy's style is primarily defined by how vulnerable she's feeling. The more closed-off she's feeling, the more "protective" her clothing is- she wears lots of dark makeup, dark clothing, moto boots, leather jackets, etc. When she's at her most vulnerable, she wears no makeup and her clothes are thin and uncomplicated. For example, in episode 304, when she goes Pandora's party, she's at her most vulnerable. Her parents have just gotten divorced and Pandora saw that, meaning that Effy can't really hide. Her outfit reflects that; she's wearing a thin, short sleeved dress with a low back and no makeup. When she goes back to Pandora's house to apologize to her, she's wearing her leather jacket, fishnet tights, a black skirt, and her boots.
We also see this in 305. When Effy goes to Freddie's shed, she's feeling particularly vulnerable, and that's reflected in her outfit. She's wearing no makeup, a thin, low arm dress, and her boots. Later in the episode, when she goes to pub trivia to show that she totally doesn't care about Freddie, she has much darker makeup and lots of jewellery.
We see the same thing in 308. When she goes to tell Freddie how she feels about him, she's wearing no makeup, another thin, low armed shirt dress, and super ripped jeans that show off a lot of her legs. After she sees Freddie and Katie together, she puts on her "armor"- heavy makeup and she wears a dress under a sweater under her leather jacket.
At the beginning of series 4, she's significantly happier, and that's reflected in her outfits. Costume designer Edward Gibbon said that they, "[tightened] up her look even further this year", "[stripped it] down to essentials" and said that Effy "needs only her skeleton charms to keep her safe". In the first few episodes of series 4, her makeup is lighter, her outfits have fewer components, and they're literally more revealing:
Once she gets out of the hospital, she burns all of her clothes. Edward Gibbon, the costume designer, said, “The institutional life and the brainwashing by Dr Foster has its effect on Effy. When released she’s ready to turn her back on her old ways. This includes rejecting her old wardrobe and creating a new one in the hope that (for once) she can fade into the background. Gone is the glitter and flimsy layers of old, replaced by a kind of tribute to Kurt Cobain and his grunge classics - washed out Levi 501’s and plaid work shirts. Despite all reform, she’s not letting go of her boots and sticks with her trusty brown Doctor Martens.”
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Hum, Honey
—1
The year is 2021 and all the days have blurred together; one moment I was washing my makeup off and the next, I couldn’t see. The days were blurry, and I could no longer see. I feel like I’m moving backwards somehow, and the thing about going backwards while everyone else moves forward is that they appear to be going much faster. I find myself watching the blurred rush of people around me, while I sit at my kitchen table with my chemistry book open, thinking, how are you accelerating so quickly? And then, who put my brakes on?
There is a knot at the base of my spine. I’ve already begun to twist myself around it, and my fear is that I’ll get stuck there. When they ask what happened to me, I’m afraid they’ll ask, but didn’t she do it to herself?
—2
You grinned. “That’s Mexico, baby,” you said to no one in particular; the sun was in my eyes. We walked six kilometers that hot day and you talked for five of them, which is unlike me, but when you’re around I’m not entirely sure who to be yet—so I guess I’ll settle for quiet?
“Mexico, baby.” You said it like it was yours to tell and I felt annoyed. Quietly annoyed. The air smelt of corn roasting and leftover trash and the sea, and you said that you could never get used to the smell of this place. I said, really? I think it’s the best smell in the world. I said that even when I lived in New Zealand and the air was so clean it was as if it had been filtered, I still woke up craving the grunge of Mexico.
You were quiet for a minute after that. Quiet for the first time in five kilometers.
Nah, you finally said, with a confident shake of your head. You told me that you’d rather breathe in artificially clean air than whatever these conflicting smells are. You grinned again and I turned to squint at you through the sun, because you are so damn cute and I love the way your eyes crease when you smile, and yeah, sometimes I do feel lonely. But I do not feel lonely enough for you.
I’m sorry, I said, but I don’t think this is going to work out. “It’s not Mexico; it’s you, baby.” And by saying that I hope it was implied that I am ok on my own. I spun around and walked the six kilometers back, talking out loud to myself, airing out all my unused words. My lungs were filled to the brim with roasted corn and leftover trash and the sea, and I was all by myself in Mexico, but I did not feel lonely. Not even once.
Later, they will ask you why I left. Do you think it was because she was already in love? I hope that you say yes. Yeah, you should say, I'm pretty sure she was in love. Yeah, now that I think about it, she was definitely in love.
You would be right, for once. “It's my Mexico, not yours, baby.”
—3
My sister calls, asking what stuff of mine to bring from Mexico to New Zealand so that I can take it to Israel. I don’t need much, I tell her, just bring my books and my tea mugs and that one pillowcase I bought at the San Miguel market and the rug I found in a street alley in Greece and a few of my clothes. In other words, I don’t need much—just all the things that will let me continue my life as seamlessly as possible in a completely new country. I need everything that belongs to me to be with me before I drag it across the world to somewhere else.
I find myself at a different kitchen table thinking, how can I be accelerating so quickly? And then, wait, who took my brakes off?
—4
In the quiet restaurant, it is obvious that the dark-haired boy in the booth facing me is in love with the blonde girl facing him. He stares at her, slightly bewildered, from beneath his black lashes. When their buzzer rings, he stands up too fast and trips, which makes her laugh. He grins, she looks down shyly; his eyes soften. Go and get the food, she tells him. He bends down, pulls her face to his. “I just love you so much,” he mumbles to her, “I can’t believe it.” Then he walks away.
If I could tell you something—
“I feel," wrote Madeline Miller, “like I could eat the world raw.” Yeah, me too, but when I tried to do that, I burnt my tongue and then everything lost its taste for a while.
—5
We were in a café at ten-thirty at night and she said that she’d like to have kids and have them soon. I asked her if she had any names in mind and she said yes. She pulled out her phone and read the list: girls first, then boys. For the life of me, I still don’t know why tears collected in my eyes in that moment. We want different things, her and I, and I moved halfway across the world in search of mine, and now I’m off again. But the mere thought of her unborn children? It’s enough that I feel a pull to stay. The knot at the base of my spine aches. She laughed and said that the years have made me softer; I never would’ve cried over something like future baby names before. Yes, they have changed me and no, I never would have dared. But thank God, I told her, because every kid needs a weepy, nostalgic auntie at their birthday party telling them what the weather was like on the day they were born.
She was suddenly serious. “You’ll fly back for them?” she asked. Outside it’s humid and I can hear the faint shouts of drunk teenagers screaming Selena lyrics, but inside this café it’s quiet, it’s just us. “You’ll fly back for them?” The knot in my spine is on fire. Yes, I’ll fly back for you; I’ll fly back for all of them.
If I could tell you something. Sometimes I think about standing up in the middle of my own life. I picture myself pushing back my chair to interrupt whatever this endeavor is, saying, “I’m sorry, but this is not what I want anymore. Please excuse me.”
But melodrama in real life is rarely as gratifying as it is in my head.
If I could tell you something it’s that I would stay but I cannot stay, because she brought me my suitcase and in it were the rugs, pillowcase, books, tea mugs and everything else that belongs to me that I need with me before I drag it across the world to start a new life in a place that is far from her, far from them. I’m doubled over from the knot in my spine.
My hope is that in moving so far away from the people I love (to pursue what I love), they will understand that I mean it when I say I’m sorry. Years from now, when she looks up from the dim window of the restaurant that she agreed to meet me in, she’ll see me staring down at the map on my phone, and I hope in that moment she’ll smile at the sleeping baby in the carrier next to her, the baby whose name I’ve kept with me all these years, and she’ll shake her head cause your aunt is always a bit late, darling, and there will be tears in my eyes when I hug her because it’s me, I flew back, and then, I’m sorry for leaving.
If I could tell you something, it’s that I took all my first loves for granted.
When they ask you if I was already in love, you should say that I’ve been in love for a long time already. When they ask you why I said no, tell them that I was already in love, and I did not know what to do. The days blurred together, makeup was running into my eyes and my spine was on fire. I was in love with so many people in countries I did not live in—I did not know what to do.
Ok?
—6
He said, oh my gosh, Israel, Micah. “I’ll come visit you in Israel.”
Honey, the sea.
He said, med school. “You’re going!”
Do you remember us at the beach? Green sweater hanging off your frame like a sheet flapping in the wind. Honey, the sea. We were both there physically, but your eyes had a faraway look. I remember what we looked like before we grew up. If I’d known then that growing up meant you’d outgrow me, maybe I wouldn’t have wanted it so much.
He shook his head. “I never said that I couldn’t believe it.”
When you began doubting everything, I stood by quietly. But then you began to doubt me.
I mean this in the nicest way possible: I don’t want your hand-me-down woke shit. You’re pulling yourself apart, but stop getting mad at me for not doing the same.
He said, you knew it all along, didn’t you, Micah? “You knew you would never be happy with anything else.”
“Your twenties are for questioning.” Have you found answers?
He said the feeling inside is accomplishment. “All you, baby.”
You came at me and my home with a sledgehammer in the name of inclusivity. But you slept here, you ate here, you cried here, you used to live here. You were safe here. Now you want to tear it all down? Even though it’s not yours?
Destroy your own peace, but don’t you dare come for mine.
He said, I couldn’t be prouder, Micah. “I think I’ll burst.”
I remember us on the beach, how you looked in the hazy morning light. Your eyes. Green sweater, grey sea. We sat on the sand and I said, if you want to leave me that’s fine, I understand. You said, it’s not that I want to leave, it’s just that I feel like we’re too different now. I said, can’t we co-exist with our differences? And you said, not when they’re this big.
I think back to that morning on the beach: I was looking right at you but I couldn’t see you anymore—so immense was the bitterness in your eyes.
He said I’ve never been to Israel, Micah. He grinned and his eyes creased. “But now I guess I’ll go all the time.”
I will state my case one last time, then I will back away. When you look at me, I know that you see a girl left behind. You see me as old fashioned, as unwilling to shift my viewpoint from a book that’s “so outdated anyway.” But bitterness has a way of obscuring the whole picture, such that you have forgotten Who has been next to me this whole time. It was never going to be a case of pulling myself apart, because to do so would be to pull myself away from Him.
I will not give Him up. You can ask, plead, threaten to leave, talk about me behind my back, make your accusations—but I will not give Him up. I do not have the words to articulate what He means to me, how even if every friendship I ever had crumbled, I would still choose Him. I do not have words—just devotion, just love for Him. If that is all you see when you look at me and that offends you, then I am not sorry, I will not apologize.
You’ve been asking me the wrong question for months. Instead of asking will you? you should’ve asked me why won’t you? Maybe then you would have realized that all along we were searching for the same thing, you and I: safety, a sense of home, peace.
I found mine and I will never leave, but you have to know that you will always be welcome here. The door to this home that Him and I share will never be locked. We'll leave the light on for you, always.
He said, a new life, Micah. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
A new life, yes. I just didn't realize the great cost.
—7
My friend group is splintering. Literally, not figuratively. I regret that I was the first to announce that I am moving—I feel I triggered a chain reaction. And now I am weeping at night. I’m capable of moving to a different country: I can set up a home, buy myself the things I need. But I find I don’t feel quite as stable anymore, not without them.
I think, maybe, this is part of the appeal of marriage? The idea that, yeah, you can pack up your life and start somewhere else, but your home is also a person, you’re never quite homesick. Not like this at least. No, I am dizzy-homesick. I am disoriented-homesick. I am a-bit-unsteady-on-my-feet-homesick. I am heartbroken-homesick. I am homesick for my friends, all these beautiful loves of my life, these ones that have molded and shaped me for years. Five years isn’t that long, but it’s enough to grow up. And grow up, we did.
We danced all night. Hold my face in your hands and tell me that I will be ok. We’ll break every drinking glass in the house. Let’s go to Piha for sunset. I’ll drop you off at the airport in the morning. When I wake up crying in the hospital bed, yours is the face that I see. Your mom called and wanted to talk to me. We’re stretched for cash but there is always money for brie and baguettes. The sun melts over your deck. A bottle of red on the table between us. I’ll pick our books up from the library on my way home. It was a shit day, but you waited for me at the bus stop in the pouring rain. A pile of sunflowers on my desk. We eat lunch every Thursday together. Shared airpods. Crying, spilling, laughing, bawling, dancing, grieving, growing. I found you at our corner in the arts building and when I saw you sitting there, I burst into tears. Sing Don’t Take the Money for me one more time? When I fall asleep on the couch, you’ll pull the blanket over me. I cannot think about anyone else; I want you with me all the time.
When I think back on years of cultivated friendship, I understand that all along it was having a safe space for pain, loneliness and grief to be acknowledged. So much of adulthood is coming to the realization that others around you are carrying all those things, too—usually silently. I realize now that the crafted narrative we tell each other is triggered out of a sense that no one will stay if they know, so I’ll just keep quiet about this pain. Like that scene in Goodwill Hunting, when Will is screaming at Skylar, telling her that the pockmarks on his arms are actually cigarette burns from abusive foster parents. Honey, I didn’t know that, she responds quietly, her shoulders quivering. All along she thought he was ok; she didn’t know he was in so much pain. Honey, I didn’t know that.
My most beautiful moments in friendship have been conversations where this pain finds a safe space to be let out. Did you know that you can open your mouth and let your grief fly around the room? It will wreak havoc; it will make a huge mess. But did you also know that the time it takes to clean it up is the same number of seconds it takes me to let you know that I don’t plan on going anywhere? Honey, I didn’t know that.
In the hospital they removed my bandages and told me to air my wound out so that it could breathe. As you become an adult, they should tell you to air out your pain when you’re amongst people who love you, so that you too can breathe.
Five years isn’t that long, but it’s enough time to air out all the pain, clean it up and then heal. My friends told me that they prefer it when I can breathe, so that’s what I did.
I’m leaving soon; let’s go dancing one last time. We’ll share a bottle of red, sip out of broken glasses as the sun melts over your deck. It was a shit day, but we rode the bus home together and listened to Drake in your airpods. I will tell you about the books I borrowed from the library, and you’ll pretend to care as we drive to Piha for sunset. Before we fall asleep on the couch, I’ll be sure to pull the blanket over all of us. When I air out my pain and my voice cracks, I know that you will be listening. Honey, I know that now. Honey, I know you.
If I could take them with me, I would. “She is my phantom limb,” wrote Nora Ephron, “and I cannot believe that I am here without her.” They are all my phantom limbs, pieces of me that were always there because we lived in the same place for so long; I cannot believe that I am moving away from them.
At my kitchen table, I am weeping. I don’t want to accelerate this quickly. Someone, please, put my brakes back on.
But do you know what I think about, most of all? I think the kindest thing my friends have done for me is giving me permission to make new ones. When I announced that I was moving away, they took my face in their hands and reassured me: you are going to meet such amazing people. It’s our benchmark to know that we’ve grown up—that we as adults release each other into new friendships without a hint of jealousy or suspicion, because you know that what you have is good. My friends? They know that I will always come back. I’ll drag my suitcase full of ridiculous and useless things across the world, I’ll find them in the dim light of the restaurant they said they’d be waiting in, I’ll fly back for all of them, and I think only then will the knot in my spine cease to ache.
Honey, I’ll come back for you and you and you and you.
They said goodbye and tears were running down their cheeks; they said that they couldn’t wait to one day meet all of my new friends.
I never want to be loved in any other way.
—8
I am on the phone whilst making dinner. This is taking so long, he says, we just need to know if you’re a match. I am cradling the phone between my cheek and shoulder, chopping vegetables at the same time. I can hear the very subtle hint of desperation in his voice. My hands are trembling, my desperation used to be subtle but now it is leaking out of me in ways that I could not have known. I put the knife down.
All I want is to be a match, I do not say. I know, I say instead, tears muffling the phone. I know.
I’ve heard it said that parents would do anything for their kids. But what about me? Do you know what I would do? The lengths I’d go to keep him here with me? One year (two, four, five years) in my twenties, all my thirties—I’d hand them over immediately to know that five years (ten, twenty, forty years) from now, I can look up and still see him standing there.
October 16th. Mom is hurting and dad is hurting and I am hurting, and I can only handle one, maybe two max. I will count down the days until this whole thing is over and I can take my finger off the pause button and see all that I missed while trying to hold myself together.
“160 grams,” I tell a friend. “That’s how much the average kidney weighs.”
Picture my face. Picture my face and then burst into tears.
160 grams—but how do I measure the weight of a parent that is alive?
December 6th. “Good morning, Micah. We have received the results from your HLA antibody crossmatch test. I am delighted to let you know that you are a perfect genetic match for your father.” Good morning, Micah. We have received the results from your HLA antibody crossmatch test. I am delighted to let you know that your dad will live, you can unclench your jaw, he’ll be there to watch you finish growing up.
A mere 160 grams of a rust-colored organ, so small you can nearly close your fist around it, pulled from my body and placed in his. A piece of me given back. I am the sum of many things, but mostly, half of her and half of him.
The day the nurse called to tell me that I was a tissue match, I dragged the cushions off the couch and onto the sun-drenched patio. I was a starfish on those cushions, and I was crying in that honey-morning light and when I got up and left the sun, the buzzing in my skull had ceased and I was starving. I made poached eggs on toast and opened a package of biscuits that I dunked in a mug of tea, and there was the distinct feeling that the rest of my life was quietly resuming around me while I ate. Picture my face. Burst into tears.
“Hey mom, call me back when you get a chance. Love you.”
Put dad on the phone. Tell him that I really need him.
What did the surgeon tell you? My dad and I sit on the beach after a swim, the Pacific a bowl of blue before us. The surgeon told me that I might feel colder after the surgery. The ocean was freezing that day, but I jumped in immediately while he took his time. I haven’t swum with my dad in over a year. The surgeon told me that I will have to watch my salt intake. The saltwater stings my eyes, chaps my lips. The ocean is cleaner and bluer and crisper than it’s been in a long time. The surgeon told me that the transplant shouldn’t affect me having children of my own, should I ever want them. We watch the kids in lifeguard training, decked in their yellow rash shirts and red swimming caps. They sprint into the surf, a dozen little red-and-yellow buoys bobbing in the frothy waves. The surgeon told me that I look healthy, and my labs have all come back with flying colors. “So, you feeling good?” he asks. I nod. Yeah, feeling good. The surgeon told me that the next time he sees me, it will be in the operating room. I look over at my dad, the Pacific a crisp bowl of blue in front of us. Four kidneys, only two work. Five days prior, I’d been accepted to medical school. I might need a sweater next time I’m at the beach. Everything that I’ve ever wanted to happen is finally happening. I forgot to ask the surgeon if I can swim in the sea after my stitches are out.
160 grams. The way in which you say ‘I love you’ is the way in which I have defined myself.
160 grams (320, 640, 1,280 grams), I’d hand over as many grams as they’d take if I could guarantee that in five years (ten, twenty, forty years) I’ll look up and he will still be standing there, telling me that everything will be alright. The way in which you say, ‘I love you’.
When I woke up in hospital after the surgery, the pain was sickening. They didn’t tell me it would hurt like that. My mom came in that evening, right before she went up to see him. It worked, she said and there were tears behind her eyes. It worked? I asked. Everything is working beautifully, she said, like it’s his own. The pain doubled me in half all night but the next day I saw my dad. I saw his face and it was full of healthy color like it hadn’t been in years. The nurses were beaming at me while I was dizzy in a body that felt off-balance, but my dad took my hand, and his fingers were warm. Thank you, he said quietly. Thank you so much.
I’ve been searching for a particular feeling for years, one of utter happiness, elation and relief. The expression in his eyes was that feeling; my entire body was cracking open with that feeling.
I remember Renaud’s words that sustained me:
“I will love you until we run out of mornings.
Then I will love you in the dark.”
If I could describe the feeling of what it’s like to wake up in the morning again, after four years of a darkness so thick I could feel it running down my throat, then I would. But how can I describe it? When you slip out from under the fear that your parent will die, it is the feeling that the whole world has been returned to you.
When the morning came, it was not just the sun but my whole world that was returned to me.
April 15th. “I don’t know why people make this out to be a big thing. The way I see it, I am twenty-six years old, and I need my dad. I just really need my dad. I cannot be without him.” The way in which you say, ‘I love you’.
160 grams.
That’s how much the average kidney weighs.
The way in which you say, ‘I love you’.
I really need you.
Don’t make me go on without you.
You here and 160 grams less of me—that is all I want.
Tell me, can we go to the sea once our stitches are out?
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hiiiiii so I was wondering if I can have a Haikyuu matchup <3 and may I please get matched with a male character:) my pronouns are she/her.
I have a chubby build but I have the curves to go with it. Im on the shorter side around 5”3. I have short curly hair that’s jet black. My face is dollish with chubby cheeks.
I’m more of an extrovert but I can be introverted if i just meet someone or someone hurts my feelings. I love having a good time and partying. I have a sarcastic sense of humor and I’m a little blunt. Im kind and accepting of anyone.
I dress more 90’s grunge and listen to 90’s alternative metal and nu metal. I wear a lot of dull or dark clothing and jewelry or accessories. My hobbies are makeup, film, sfx makeup and track and field.
If you get to this thank you so much <3 and sorry for any spelling errors 😭 other than that have a wonderful day/night 💕💕
I hope you have a good day as well :)
I match u with..
Kuroo Tetsuro!
-He’s the life of the party fr
-Likes your style and sometimes y’all match
-Same sense of humor lmao he’s always cracking jokes
-Like how kind you are
-Calls you pretty everyday
-Very interested in your looks when you do makeup
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let black women exist outside of your perception: part two
hello hello, welcome back! today’s blog post is going to serve as a second part to my previous post. we are still talking about the representation of black women in alternative cultures, but this time i am going to be focusing on the fashion aspect of things. i’m going to talk about my favorite people: alternative black girls. as an alt-black girl myself, they have a special place in my heart and they deserve SO much praise.
alternative subcultures, or at least ones like emo, grunge, goth, and punk all have an underlying meaning to them where you are rejecting the status quo. with that, it is supposed to be this welcoming, inclusive environment. but as we can tell from my previous post, this fundamental part of their principles is lost. these spaces are still predominately white, and this is shown by a simple google search. if you were to type “goth girl” or “emo girl” into the search bar, what would you see? your screen will be consumed by most, if not all, white women. where is the diversity? the inclusivity? nowhere to be found. this is a problem because it plays into the belief that rock music and the fashion subcultures that come from it are just for white people when it's the complete opposite. just because you do not see any diversity does not mean it's not there.
however, i feel that this is one of the reasons why people feel inclined to make comments like “oh, you’re the whitest black girl i know,” “you’re an oreo,” or “that’s white people shit” toward black women. the erasure and belittling of black women and other women of color within the scene makes it so they are not seen, thus making people outside of it believe that it is just a “white people thing.” the comments are not right either way, since it also highlights how there are little to no in-person spaces for black alternatives to meet up and interact with each other.
despite this, i do feel like things have improved with the help of social media platforms like Instagram and TikTok. black alternative girls are seeing each other and feel more comfortable being themselves all because of the internet. it’s amazing! this is what helped me feel more comfortable in changing the way i do my makeup and dress. it’s so helpful to see bigger faces like baby succubuz and dani dissolve not only exist on the platform, but also to see how much of a following they do have.
another way that black women are carving a space for themselves within the scene is through the brand glam goth beauty, which is founded by a black goth woman named marley. marley has been in the alternative scene for a while, with over 200 thousand followers across all of her social media platforms and fell in love with makeup in middle school after listening to amy winehouse and attempting to copy her eyeliner. she later reframed her relationship with makeup as she entered adulthood, going from doing her makeup how everyone thought she should to doing her makeup the way she wanted to. this is something that i feel that i can relate to because trying to do your makeup like everyone else does not guarantee that it will look as good or feel like yourself. marley recognized that there was a different kind of beauty that she was aiming for, but its not the one that everyone else wanted.
when it comes to her brand glam goth beauty, it all began with a client needing a certain glitter for their makeup and it went on from there! they have varying products from glitters, to lipsticks, eyeshadow palettes, clothing, and jewelry that have all been made in the mission to diversify the goth scene. two products in particular, the blood rose lipstick and the dark renaissance palette, were both made with black women in mind. the lipstick is a cool-toned red as opposed to warm-toned so it would mesh better with black skin. the palette, which features marley posing as Mona Lisa, was made so more black women would see themselves as works of art.
overall, i feel that there has been a lot of progress made in creating space for black women in the alternative scene. but, of course, there is still work to be done!
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#amandla stenberg#eyemakeup#makeup#lip makeup#eyeshadow#editorial makeup#black girl magic#black makeup#dark makeup#alternative#beautiful#egirl makeup#grunge makeup#i love black makeup and that grunge look when i feel dark
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What would the lost boys look like in 2021?
I just got flashed with a bunch of random headcanons so go ahead and enjoy them with me. Also, this came up in a convo with @thehauntinginn just to give a bit of credit. Feel free to argue with me on this one!!
🦇 David 🦇
He is kind of the only one who looks like your usual vampire during the whole movie.
Dark pants, dark shirt, coat, gloves, all that. Only the hair doesn't really fit but hey, they had to get some 80s style in there.
I know for sure that he'd like to keep that mysterious, dark style. It just fits him.
But obviously, that hair would be gone by now. I'm pretty sure he'd settle on something less "80s romance movie" but still kind of different.
My guess is just long blonde hair, maybe an undercut or shaved sides to freshen it up a little.
Now to the clothing, I am pretty sure it wouldn't change that much. He enjoys being a typical vampire in that aspect. It kind of fills him with pride.
During the 90s he definitely started wearing Doc Marten's and that's a fact. He owns multiple, actually, and most of them are over 10 years old.
The whole grunge movement gave him a lot of style ideas anyway. Not that he particularly only wears grunge style but he mixes it with a bit of mall goth/traditional goth to spice it up. Really, the only thing that's missing is the stereotypical makeup.
Which leads me to the next thing: makeup. David does wear a bit, sometimes. Usually, he's way too lazy or busy too and he doesn't really need stuff like foundation anyway. The only thing he's interested in is eyeliner and some black eyeshadow.
I can also see him wearing contact lenses from time to time, simply because he likes to look a little bit freaky. Technically he could just manipulate people into thinking he is, but hey, he likes wearing them.
Maybe some nail polish. Dark red or black. Nothing special.
A lot of accessories. I know for a fact that this idiot loves showing off gigantic golden rings. Kind of reminds me of these old, really rich ladies who love to wear really expensive suits and rings and then tell you about their past affairs. Listen, I have that kind of people in my family and my god. I have heard things about old men that I want to forget.
He can look very fancy indeed, but usually, he prefers to mix that fanciness with some grunge or punk style, since he's way too scared of looking too snobby.
⚰️ Dwayne ⚰️
He looks like he hasn't washed his hair in 3 months.
Dwayne wears a mix of rock fashion and punk in the movie.
He has his typical leather jacket, paired with some ripped jeans, old boots, and his.. "necklace" (I honestly love it, looks like something I'd wear LMAO).
The earring is another very typical "Dwayne" thing.
He sticks to the hair, definitely. It's his whole pride, he won't just give that up. Don't tell me it's not the thing he's most proud of. Have you seen the scene after that one killing spree where his hair is suddenly all swiped to one side? Like, try and explain to me that he didn't just do that real quick to show off.)
Thank the gods, he stops wearing nothing beneath his jackets. Like do whatever you want but Dwayne, hun, that screams douche like nothing else.
Usually, he prefers to wear some band-tees, maybe a button-up when he feels good. Also, he is a big fan of tank tops. He doesn't care if they show his belly to not, he just wants to show off his arms.
I feel like he'd get pierced and tattooed a lot. Tattoos on his arms and piercings mostly in his ears.
So yeah, he sticks with the leather/denim jacket thing, but this time he's wearing something beneath it. His pants are mostly denim or leather too, and black. I don't think he owns any other colored pants.
He likes to keep his hair tied up so it doesn't get in the way. Also, he wears sunglasses. Yes, even at night.
I'd like to think that he kept the necklace but nowadays, he wears more glamourous ones. Oh, and a lot of chains. Technically, he wears more accessories than David but at least his aren't super clunky and big.
Very, very pretty boots, I imagine. After all, he has to be able to kick someone with those and still look fashionable.
Dwayne wears eyeliner every. single. day. Don't even try and change my mind.
🐉 Paul 🐉
Paul dressed super gay 80s punk mixed with a bit of new wave/goth, I'd say.
He has a thing for fishnets and he will keep wearing them. Be it as a shirt or as actual tights, he definitely will.
I can imagine he too, changes his hair but Paul's the one that will pretty much stay with the 80s haircuts. He just can't see himself do anything else with his hair. He dyes it a lot, too. I, for the love of me, do not know how to deal with the word dye. Who the fuck made that one up.
Paul is the one that stays very much experimental with his style. That man changes aesthetics like underwear.
Though he likes to wear tight stuff and big jackets. Ripped jeans, a crop top, some cool shoes, and a big jacket he can nuzzle into? That's already enough for him.
He wears corsets a lot.
I am convinced that Paul is the one with the most knowledge surrounding makeup. He is a master at it and he does apply some whenever he has time to do it.
He uses glitter on his hair and skin. Paul has one of those bodysprays that smell like cotton candy, are pink, and contain glitter.
You can hear him coming. He wears a lot of rattling accessories.
So yeah, while he enjoys glamor, he can really do without it. It really depends on the day.
Okay and hear me out. Paul in drag. Oh. My. God.
🍭 Marko 🍭
Marko always dressed very exotically, paring things he had done himself with dark leather pants to make the whole outfit look fresh and still dark.
To be honest, with Marko you never know. His style can and will change every single day and he's heavily influenced by everything he sees/likes.
He does a lot of things himself. Mostly earrings, rings, and extra accessories he adds to clothing pieces he bought. He does put a lot of work into it.
He has one of these leather jackets with thousands of band stickers and other stuff on it. It looks super cool.
He's the only one that doesn't really wear makeup, simply because he's too impatient and therefore, too busy.
Marko is a very big fan of colors, unlike the others who mostly prefer darker colors.
Marko strikes me as someone who's into kid core style. It's so bright and playful and he can do so much with it!
His hair changes too. He's the only one in the group I can actually imagine having short hair. He prefers it long but from time to time, he cuts it off.
Marko always uses cute bandaids when he hurts himself which adds really well to his style.
Beanies. I can really see Marko wear a lot of beanies.
He also steers more into the direction of tight clothing. That makes him and Paul kind of the only ones because the other two Vampires enjoy baggy clothing a bit more.
Marko owns so many converse and in so many colors. He also whines when he has to walk in them because they're uncomfortable as fuck. In Germany we say "Wer schoen sein will, muss leiden." which translates into "If you want to be pretty, you have to go through pain."
Marko has a lot of hair clips he uses from time to time.
Like Paul, he's not scared of wearing something that shows his tummy. To be honest, he doesn't really care.
Marko collects weird socks, change my mind. He has so many.
#tlb#the lost boys#the lost boys 1987#marko#paul#dwayne#david#tlb marko#tlb david#tlb dwayne#tlb paul#tlb 1987#vampirecore#vampires#gothic#grunge#kidcore#style#slashers#spooky season
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What do you think the clothing styles of each Cullen is? I've been trying to do research, but all I can find is "canon" fashion. I don't want Mormon fashion, I want on-trend, designer, and weird. I know you won't disappoint, Juliet.
Thank you so much for this ask! I think about how they should’ve been styled all the time so I decided to make moodboards to help illustrate my ideas:
I picture Esme as a big wearer of dresses (sundresses and silk dresses especially) and playsuits in all sorts of light, neutral and bright colours. I know she wouldn’t be able to wear these much outside of the house given the fact that it would look out of place in Forks’ weather, but since she mostly works at home I picture her happily parading around the house like that because it makes her feel good.
Give me Carlisle in cotton shirts and suspenders pleeeeeeeeeease. Also some nice waistcoats ughhhhh Esme insists he throws it back with some Peaky Blinders role play
Bella I mostly see keeping how she was styled in New Moon, the movie she looked the best in imo. Lots and lots of flannel and plaid, comfy but cute, warm colours.
For Edward I’m like “Twilight style, but make it international student.” So yeah just a more high-fashion take on his movie style really (he’s dressed by Alice after all) and also with some hoodies added bc hoodies can serve looks too!
Rosalie I picture having a very mixed style as opposed to sticking to one type. She can go neutral, dark, bright; she can go girly, grunge, sporty, casually comfy, haute couture. Either way she’s always on trend and turns heads
I definitely picture Emmett as being a vest-and-chain lover (he’s Irish-American after all 💀) but I also think he’d let Alice go crazy on him and drown him in labels or high-fashion two pieces that are probably way too much for a small town. But it makes his sister happy and he looks good so he doesn’t care
Last but not least I picture Alice as wearing almost exclusively black or neutral in her main pieces and adding pops of colour through her accessories or makeup. She loves a platform-soled boot and shoes or bags that are patterned. Has vintage designer pieces from all over the world. She’s the label hoe who cried when she heard Michael Kors bought Versace ☹️
#no fashion for the fascist#I loved this it took me forever but I was thinking ab doing it anyway so it felt more justified when someone else asked lol#also v honoured by the ‘I know you won’t disappoint’ omg????#I hope I didn’t disappoint 🥴#I can relate to Alice bc I too was devastated when MK bought Versace tho I’d never be able to afford it anyway#it’s about the FANTASY#twilight#twilight renaissance#the twilight saga#the twilight series#the cullens#twilight revival#carlisle cullen#esme cullen#edward cullen#bella swan#rosalie hale#emmett cullen#alice cullen#moodboard#twilight moodboard#new moon#outfits#fashion#lookbook#asks#not quite twilight
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Hey there! Sorry school is being a bitch for you, I get how that feels. Don't wanna place even more work on you, but could I have some headcannons of a few MCYTs (vould Jack and Punz be 2 of them) with an s/o who has really a really conflicting style? Like goth with a baby face and a sugary smile and glittery nail polish? Tysm!
hello! yeah it's been crazy but thankfully it's almost over! never worry about 'extra work' writing is my comfort thing and i LOVE getting requests that i can bring to life. here are some hc and i hope you enjoy <3
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HC! DreamSMP x Reader
[ JackManifold, Punz, Niki, HBomb, GeorgeNotFound]
genre: /rom, headcanon
warnings: none! (let me know if i missed any)
masterlist <3
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c!JackMaifold
He loves you regardless of how you dress, and always supports you when you want to experiment with looks.
This month you've decided to try out love core and kawaii
"Jack! What do you think of my outfit?"
You had on some denim jeans with light pink hearts sewn on, and a pink sweatshirt depicting small grey stars and hearts.
He stared at the get-up for a minute, trying to decide how he really felt about it.
"I, personally, feel like a darker jumper would look better but I do think that you look amazing."
You smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you, for always helping me feel good about myself."
"Of course."
c!Punz
Punz definitely enjoys seeing your outfits. He thinks it's cool that you can mash up two different things and bring them together.
Today you wanted to go for grunge and dark academia look, something that was a little easier to mix.
You had on a vintage band shirt with some high-waisted pants and an oversize cardigan.
"I'm going to hang out with Niki, be back later."
"Bye-woah hold up." You stopped and faced him, fixing your hair.
He admired the outfit, "I really like what you're wearing, it looks super nice. You know what would make it better though?"
He reached around the desk for a few minutes then pulled out a ring with a black stone. He slipped it onto your finger and spun you around.
"There, it really completes it, don't you think?"
"Yeah actually. Wow, you have a good eye Punz."
"of course I do." You both laughed.
c!Niki
Niki LOVES to see your outfits. You both take inspiration from each other, no matter how wild it can be.
Your style was mainly cottage core with a hint of punk.
Today you had on a leather jacket with small mottoes and patches sewn on, alongside a floral shirt and plaid high-wasted plants. Your boots had some spikes on the sides.
When you walked out of the bathroom Niki immediately went to hug you.
"You look amazing! Do a spin please please please!" You spun around, laughing at her excitement.
"This outfit looks so good!"
Over the next few weeks, you start practicing makeup looks on her, trying different levels of intensity and styles.
c!HBomb
He enjoys your outfits and thinks it's really cool that you're so comfortable expressing yourself.
Your style tended to be a combination of goth with a lot of lighter elements. Sometimes you change your hair color, other times it was just your make-up.
Today you had decided to go for really colorful makeup to go along with the outfit.
"What do you think?" You leaned in showing off the makeup look of the day.
"Hm...personally, I think that less blush is the move but overall I like it."
You looked in the mirror and considered his words.
"Nope." He laughed and looked at you as you sat next to him.
"Whatever, you're a trendsetter on your own so what do I know?"
"Exactly!"He shook his head, wrapping his arm around you, and played with your hair.
c!GeorgeNotFound
Let's just say the styles turned his head around.
You'd come marching through the living room with a very light and flowy outfit but your makeup was heavy, almost electric.
It always had neon and poppy colors while your outfits were angelic, white, almost pure.
"I think that this shirt would look better." He handed you a light blue flowy shirt.
"You're helping me pick my outfits now? Aww Georgie!"
He laughs and hugs your waist.
"I just think that I can give you a bit more advice on some outfits. Don't expect this to be regular."
It becomes regular.
Sometimes he helps you to choose your makeup somedays, or just straight up tells you to start over because it doesn't match your OOTD.
You start to hate how right he is some days. /light hearted
#dsmp imagine#dsmp x reader#dsmp headcanon#c!jack manifold x reader#c!Punz x reader#c!Niki x reader#c!nihachu x reader#c!Hbomb x reader#c!gnf x reader#c!georgenotfound x reader#mcyt fanfiction#mcyt imagine#mcyt x y/n#mcyt x reader
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