#it nails the rich aunt vibe

[jollyreginaldrancher]

The yellowjackets as cousins (for the sake of shipping let's pretend the ones that date are second cousins and Yellowjackets is set in Alabama)

• Natalie's parents drop her off before the event starts and go off to do some last minute shit. She runs up to your room and jumps on you while you are still asleep to wake you up. She's that fucking cousin that doesn't let you have a moment of peace from the moment they show up to the moment they leave. Lowkey you love them though.

• Jackie is that cool older cousin who's home from college and is constantly checking her phone. She smells good and gifts everyone those showel gel/loofa/bath salts sets (not so much the bath salts anymore, since that time Natalie tried sniffing them)

Gets teased about having a clingy bf but she's texting Shauna the whole time.

• Shauna is the broody cousin who doesn't even wanna come to this stupid thing, she's not even gonna have fun so why can't her parents let her stay home? She ends up having fun and her parents have to drag her back to the car to get home at the end of the day.

• Taissa is the one that decides to take on babysitting or help out around the kitchen or whatever and usually has to be told to let loose and have fun because she's so type A she tries to organise shit she has no authority over. The smaller cousins do stacks on Taissa. Van usually starts the dogpile.

• Van is the laid-back cousin who sets up the video games and is beloved by all the tiny cousins. She clears everyone at Mario kart and smash bros and is the only one who can get Taissa to unwind. Taissa is the only one who can clear her in smash.

• Misty is that cousin who hangs out with the adults and tries to help around the kitchen all the time until her aunt forcibly drags her to the rec room (at the rich relatives' house) where everyone is playing board games and stuff. She finds a puzzle or a deck of cards and tries to get a game of solitaire going but some younger cousins decide to mess with her and she retaliates and ends up in a prank war.

• Mari is the younger cousin who fucks with everybody. Brings gag gifts and tries that fucking stick of chewing gum prank every. Goddamn. Holiday. You know which one I mean:

On the upside she packs a fucktonne of snacks which she shares if you're chill.

Her gum prank snapped one of Jackie's fake nails off once so Shauna retaliated by popping her inflatable duck. It was a whole thing.

• Lottie is petting all the pets. She's running around the house chasing the cat. She's not gonna pull its tail, she hasn't done that since she was two, but she will feed the dog under the table to try to win him over. She's the reason you have ants.

• Laura Lee's family is the one that insists on saying a prayer before every meal. Everyone else is messing around at the kids table but she's actually paying attention, or if it's in a different room, she's the one leading it. She's that one that hangs around the back of the group and acts like a moral compass. "Yeah Mr Sharpe's may have run over your bike Natalie but I don't think it's right to paint his dog red".

• Javi is the baby of the family and everyone is super protective and he is that kid that is just chill and will sit down and colour for fun and he gives out handmade gifts like macaroni necklaces and you all have matching friendship bracelets courtesy of Javi Martinez 🥹

• Travis is that asshole who takes his shit out on everyone else and ruins the vibe. His little brother tries to hang with him but he thinks he's too cool to give him the time of day and just pushes him away, and ends up sitting alone cause no one likes that he's an asshole. Most of the cousin jokes are about how he just needs to get laid. He usually just hogs some prime real estate on the couch and heckles everyone playing video games. Won't play anymore because the few times he tried after talking shit he got his ass summarily handed to him so now he just sits there and sooks and brags about how he could beat everyone if he wanted to, he's just taking it easy on everyone because he's nice. He's the biggest asshole there.

#yellowjackets #headcanons #hcs #mine #my babies #thoughts #Natalie Scatorccio #Misty Quigley #Shauna Shipmam #Jackie Taylor #Taissa Turner #Van Palmer #Mari Yellowjackets #Laura Lee yellowjackets #Javi Martinez #travis martinez

[punkshort]

Remember the 10 likes and dislikes you did for sheriff!joel?, would you consider doing it for Pornstar!joel? <33

Ok YES I love this and it was such a great mental exercise for myself because as I was thinking about my answers I came up with a few ideas for future chapters so thank you very much for the inspo!

Let's dive in, shall we?

Likes:

1. The rain: he loves it when it rains. He's not sure why. Maybe it's the smell, maybe it's the sound, but he just loves it.

2. His family/mom: as we discovered in chapter two, Joel cares very much for Mama Miller. Both he and Tommy are mama's boys, through and through, and even if he brushes off her advice at the time, he definitely takes it to heart.

3. Weddings: he may not be a marriage guy himself, but he loves going to weddings. He loves a good party and just simply loves love. It makes him happy to see other people happy.

4. Pool: he's gotten pretty good at it over the years, especially since Tommy became a bartender. He's been hanging out and all sorts of bars, waiting for his brother to get off work, and he's gotten a taste for pool. He's even won a few bucks off some drunks when they try to test his skill.

5. Sundresses: at the end of the day, Joel is still a man. And if he sees a pretty girl in a sundress, he's going to look twice. He can't help himself. Something about the ease of access and the air of innocence really gets him going.

6. Board games: Joel is competitive. Blame it on Tommy, but he loves a good board game and he really really loves to win. Doesn't matter what it is, Monopoly or Candy Land, he will give it his all and he will get super pissed off if he loses.

7. Sleeping in: Alright, he usually works late hours sometimes and he likes to sleep in. There's nothing like waking up naturally, letting the sun seep through his curtains and slowly rouse him from his slumber, and even better if he has a warm body next to him in bed.

8. Driving: He loves driving. He's not really into cars, per se, but he likes the act of driving. The open road, windows down, radio up... perfection.

9. Breakfast: He might like to sleep in but he will eat breakfast any hour of the day. Pancakes and bacon are his weakness.

10. Classic rock: Anything from the 70s will make him happy. He knows just about every hit and every band. Doesn't really care too much about current music, his radio is always tuned to classic rock.

Dislikes:

1. Leather sofas: Ok, the leather sticks to his skin and he doesn't like it. It gets hot in Texas and he hates the feeling of his skin unpeeling from a leather couch when he gets up. It's especially terrible when trying to hook up with a girl - the sound, the feel... it just kills the mood.

2. Snobs: People who think they're better than him or his friends/family can go to hell. He really dislikes snobby people, rich people, people who treat others differently, people who think their shit doesn't stink - can't stand it.

3. Drugs: Unfortunately in his line of work, he's seen a lot of his coworkers get sucked into drugs. He doesn't mind weed, but the harder stuff he can't stand. He's been in a handful of situations where it was obvious to him the girl he was working with got way too high before filming and it completely ruined the vibe for him. He doesn't like the idea of girls feeling like they need to get messed up to fuck him, but that's a whole other situation.

4. Cooking: He's terrible at it. He typically orders food in, gets something from work or heats something up from the freezer. If you're helping him, however, that changes things...

5. Sage: He can't stand the scent. It's too overpowering and it reminds him of his aunt's house when he was younger. A house that was most definitely not designed for children and more like a museum, where his mother would constantly scold him and Tommy, making sure they didn't touch anything breakable.

6. Olives: They are slimy and taste awful, and he will not be fielding any more questions on the matter.

7. Fake nails: He doesn't care if girls have their nails done professionally but the really really long, sharp ones freak him out. Especially when a scene partner has them and they are wrapped around his dick. He's always afraid one is going to accidentally stab him somewhere way too sensitive.

8. Blood: Joel gets woozy at the sight of blood. He doesn't know why, it's always been that way and Tommy has teased him about it for years.

9. Ties: Absolutely despises dressing up and wearing ties. It feels like someone's lightly choking him all day when he has to wear one. If he absolutely must, he always tries to make it as loose as possible without looking sloppy.

10. Golf: Because all my Joels hate golf. For no particular reason at all.

#ask #anon ask #roommates fic #pornstar!joel

[crippledgoddess]

u feel like my rich lesbian aunt i always wish i had so im coming for u for advice <3 i've been told i dress straight cuz my outfits lean feminine. is there a way to dress feminine and look gay,,,? 💀 it sounds stupid im sry

RICH LESBIAN AUNT!! That’s my life goal so thank u, I’m honoured truly 🫶🫶 but I should preface this by saying i am 19, an immature child, and actually know nothing. Probably not the best for advice, but I have some thoughts

It’s not stupid at all!!! Ughhh I hate that ‘you dress like a straight girl' comment. There’s no way to dress gay, there’s just stereotypes. Wear whatever u want, we will know ur gay TRUST ME!! It’s just a vibe honestly

I’m very ultra feminine too, like I’m talkin everything I own is either baby pink, lace, adorned with faux fur or bedazzled and glittery. I’m the walking textbook definition of hyper feminine lmfaooo and NOBODY thinks I’m straight except straight ppl 😭 hyper femininity is rooted in queerness. Yes, lots of straight men will hit on u (god help us) but I promiseeee if u dress v feminine we’ll know ur queer

You could always wear a subtle bracelet w the lesbian flag colours OR if ur into fake nails get the lesbian manicure (two nails shorter than the rest for ykyk). I always look at girls' nails first and that sometimes tells me everything 😭😭

Either way, don’t listen when ppl tell you that, they’re literally just going off stereotypes and are clearly inexperienced or v new to the community. Femme lesbians are vvvv common

#selene is oversharing

[bastart13]

Possibly a hot take but Tasya has one of if not the best designs in the Arcana

#the arcana #tasya devorak #not art #her design and character work so well #they're very compelling to me #it nails the rich aunt vibe #and her face! her hair! her outfit! it's gorgeous #and the actual rendering and skill she's drawn in is one of the best in the game #it really gets a sense of the 3D shapes in her face #it's actually a crime i've only drawn her once

[runin-reads]

More wholesome Poppy War Trilogy headcanons

Check my navigation (pinned post) for 1st headcanon post.

No war just vibes because I’m sad over the 3rd book. Canon divergence, let’s pretend nothing bad happens to them. Ever.

Venka grew up around boys (Nezha and Kitay) so she’d be secretly excited to befriend with Rin. She would insist on trying new clothes together, painting nails, anything that she didn’t do with the boys. Rin goes along with it because she likes seeing her happy!!

Rin, Nezha and Venka absentmindedly braid each other’s hair when relaxing together. Kitay always has short hair so Rin just runs a hand through it whilst he reads a book (or does taxes lol)

Nezha puts a hand on Rin’s lower back to gently move her out the way if he needs to pass by in a tight space

Nezha gives really good massages and head pats. Rin is often the receiver of these. He likes to tuck her hair behind her ear and pile food onto her plate. In return she gently traces his tattoo and scars.

Rin and Venka sneeze loudly. Nezha and Kitay sneeze quietly

Jiang never remembers the names of Rin’s friends. He often says “what’s the name of the guy you hang out with? You know, the one with freckles”

In another life Daji would be the hot rich single aunt that never goes to family reunions. Jiang is the crazy uncle that encourages the kids to rebel. Riga is the uncle the kids are afraid to approach because their parents warned them not to go near him

Vaisra would either be a lawyer or a politician in a modern au. He does the Asian dad stance in front of the tv and in the grocery store with his hands behind his back. He drinks tea religiously.

Rin is sexy but she sees herself as ugly because of her internalised colorism

Nezha the type of guy to correct other peoples posture, especially Kitay. I just know he’s hunched like Quasimodo when reading stuff

Venka’s eyeliner is so sharp it could kill a man

Ramsa would be a Leash Kid

Nezha, Venka and Kitay (he’s smart but he’s a rich kid at heart!) do not know what rent is

Jinzha the type to say “you’re ugly anyways” when his crush rejects him

Mingzha is the random kid that says “you got games on your phone?”

My intuition tells me Kitay’s older sister is hot even though she’s mentioned once and never again. If Rin met her she would spend a paragraph describing her attractiveness just like she did with Daji lol

#the poppy war #the burning god #the dragon republic #fang runin #yin nezha #chen kitay #sring venka #rinvenka #rinezha #su daji #yin vaisra

[postmodernbeing]

Shingeki no Kyojin Headcanons: 104th training corps (College AU - Outfits pt II)

Part I | College AU HCs

Part II of the outfits/aesthetics headcanons - College AU that would (kinda) be included in the oneshot I'm working on.

IMPORTANT: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin nor the trend of this outfits-displays, only this HCs belong to me. // Contains spoilers (for the icons that I used in some characters) // English is not my first language, so I ask for your patience and understanding.

Historia Reiss

She has a huge wardrobe and so well organized by color, textures, and sizes. From halter tops to maxi dresses, our queen really dresses like one.

Forever in love with skirts and dresses with patterns and/or pastel colors. But don’t get confused, girl has range.

So, one could see her wearing monochromatic ensembles one day and the other, she’s all dressed up with some bright color pieces matching a patterned shirt.

Also owns a vast collection of jewelry and accessories both original and classy. And let’s not forget the shoes: sneakers, heels, boots, sandals and cute little anklets to match. I swear she can make crocs look boujee.

Contrary to what people think, she doesn’t support fast fashion industry. Aware of her privilege, she knows she has the money and time to buy from small businesses and keep herself trendy.

Last but not least, and kind of clothing related: Historia loves taking Ymir to thrift shopping dates and later go eating at some indie cafeteria. The lifestyle is also part of the outfit, alright?

Ymir

Her wardrobe consists in comfortable clothes and not giving a fuck. All her clothes give Rockstar lesbian vibes (stan this queen). Her designated color palette is based on dark shades, so it’s a real contrast between her outfits and Historia’s.

Loves combat boots and her wasted Converse TM, although her favorite pieces from her apparel are bomber jackets, coats, sweaters, and hoodies.

Ymir also wears a fair amount of stainless-steel accessories, mostly chunky rings and chains. Moreover, is common to find her listening to music, therefore, earphones are a fashion statement really.

Speaking about must-wear, this girl likes to paint her nails black but due her anxiety she tends to scratch the painting off so it gives this grunge look (don’t romanticize this fellas).

Historia would suggest her some trends or give her advice about color, but being honest, Ymir has a very well-defined style at this point.

Now, about her dress style: She won’t dress like a metalhead nor grunge (at least not intentionally). And she wouldn’t define her style as dark, it’s just what it is.

Reiner Braun

He wears lots of denim in jackets and jeans but also owns a couple of dress pants that combines with beanies or simple caps. Also, has plenty of plain simple shirts that fit his strong body.

Reiner usually wears opaque shades of all colors. Another fact, he’s not a big fan of patterns unless we’re talking about sweaters. He also wears jackets yet avoids cardigans and hoodies.

A very important thing to know, Reiner has a lot of gym clothes, he works out daily so don’t be surprised.

Most of those clothes are joggers, pants, shorts, and t-shirts that look as if he ripped them off or something.

Actually, a lot of his clothes look like they’re about to be ripped apart due his huge ass pectorals (please, Reiner, let me rest gently on your pecs). Just kidding, his whole wardrobe fits him perfectly.

Finally, if Reiner had to define his style in a sentence, he’d probably acknowledge that he gives the impression of a rich a-hole, but really, Rei just likes to be comfortable and presentable at all times. So, rich white guy it is for now.

Bertolt Hoover

Bertie is that one friend that always carries a cardigan or sweater just in case, also because he tends to lend his clothes if a friend of his is in need. So thoughtful, our big baby.

His wardrobe is amazingly well organized, and its color palette is unmatched. Lots of blue, brown, beige, white and black.

We know he’s tall enough to call everybody’s attention every time he enters a room. And being as shy as he can be, he avoids brilliant colors or striking pieces. Instead, he chooses simpler outfits.

Bertolt follows this formula every time: pants, shirt, sweater. Everything clean and discrete.

Now if we must talk about his shoes, Berts prefers some white sneakers or modest dress shoes. He wouldn’t say he owns a vast collection, rather, he keeps a fair amount for different occasions.

No tattoos nor piercings. Speaking of which, it’s so rare to see him wearing any accessories at all. Maybe he'll carry with him an analogical clock, and that's it. Although if someone gave him a friendship bracelet you can be sure he'll wear it all-the-time.

Annie Leonhart

Lots of denim for her jackets and jeans. Hoodies, bands merch and graphic t-shirts.

Her clothes’ color palette has range but nothing too pastel or colorful. Instead, she gets all the opaque version of the pieces she likes.

Not that Annie hates dresses or skirts, it’s just unusual for her to even think about wearing them. She prioritizes being comfortable, and tight/short clothes can’t provide her that feeling.

Hates slim clothes unless it’s a tank top or something similar. She just prefers oversized hoodies and mom jeans. Also, if Annie can avoid skinny pants, you can be sure she will.

Owns a fair amount of gym clothes because she also likes to train but most of the times, you’ll see her running around campus, really. She’s a simple woman with simple pleasures.

Annie is the personification of ‘looks like she could kill you, is an actual cinnamon roll’, from her attitude to her clothes. So beware, for she’s the queen of looking rude with her chains around her belt, and her ring to match but don't let her fool- holy shit, that thing can actually stab someone. As I was mentioning, such a sweet gal, isn’t she?

Hitch Dreyse

She can make it boujee with so little effort (and money), lemme tell you. Wears her clothes with such an attitude and class. Hitch's an actual wine-mom, or aunt maybe? she gives those vibes.

People have the impression from her style, that her parents are rich, but nothing could be further from the truth. It’s just that Hitch knows how to dress. (Also, we know that for a fact sis has a scholarship, okay?) ANYWAYS,

Miss here is forever in love with white and baby blue. Owns plenty of jeans but also dress pants and culottes that wears with blazers or shirts that make her look like a princess with a diversity of fabrics such as satin, silk-alike texture, and cotton.

Hitch is the queen of heels. Although she hates very high ones, she rocks shorter heels and walks in them with little to no effort. Or at least looks like it. All of her shoes are classy yet unique.

Now, let’s talk about her collection of accessories. Hitch likes her jewels in gold and only buys signature pieces: rings, earrings (for her four lobe perforations, two in each ear) and necklaces, of course. Yes, it is gold but in modest designs. Sounds fair, right?

Marlowe Freudenberg

Our big boy in here thinks that he should look presentable at all times since he’s the Chief Editor of the History student’s academic journal at Paradis’ Uni. Not that he cares a lot of his appearance, really.

And that’s actually cute because he puts effort into his outfits. Marlowe would be one of those straight guys that are hygienic and know how to dress and has no fragile masculinity.

Cologne is a must and part of his attire just like handkerchiefs are, because at the same time, he was raised to be the classic gentleman TM.

Marlowe dresses in all colors; he can’t choose a favorite one or a never-changing palette. He’s aware of season colors too and plays that at his wardrobe favor.

Yet for his outfits he’d follow few simple rules: oxfords (cleaned), dress pants (somewhere between slim fit and straight leg), some polo/dress shirt/cotton thing-y for top and a sweater / cardigan / blazer if season demands it.

Finally, our favorite student-editor spends some time of his routine shaving his face and styling his hair, albeit wouldn’t consider himself a vain guy nor full of himself. Lowkey expects Hitch to notice his appearance. Such a sweetheart.

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk headcanons #aot headcanons #headcanons #college au #historia reiss #ymir #reiner braun #bertolt hoover #annie leonhart #hitch snk #hitch dreyse #marlowe snk #marlowe freudenberg #snk #aot #aesthetic headcanon #outfits headcanon #part 2 #outfits headcanons part 2

[kaesaaurelia]

our mother has been absent ever since we founded rome

This was written for a darker/kinkier set of Femslash February prompts posted on Twitter. Please mind both the content warnings and the prompts, and block the tag “femslashfff2022” if you’re not comfortable seeing this kind of content from me.

Today’s prompt was “age gap.“ Content warning for implied cannibalism and gore, neglect of someone who needs care/supervision, and general creepiness of an older person towards a young adult. (There will also be pseudo-incestuous vibes later in this storyline; please be forewarned.)

Pairing is Nisroc/very traumatized human(?) woman

Lucy had been fine for a while now. Or, maybe, maybe it was numb. It was better than before, though. But the sound of voices from outside the shed made her remember she existed again, and she didn't like that, and she scrambled over to the corner where she felt safest. "...just awful what happened to her parents," Aunt June was saying. "And she hasn't spoken a word since she got here. We're so grateful you're taking an interest, but if you change your mind --" "It sounds like a very sad case, but I have a lot of experience with sad cases," said an unfamiliar voice. "And the work will be good for her. Everybody needs a sense of purpose." Lucy looked down at her hands, which were shaking; at her ragged nails, brown with dried blood where she had not chewed them of. She had a sense of purpose, but it was an evil purpose, and she didn't want it at all. They were going to open the door and she was going to see them and she was going to see them and what if something went wrong and she -- and -- and -- The door opened, and Aunt June walked carefully into the shed. A woman Lucy had never seen before stepped in after her -- a rich woman, maybe a little older than Aunt June but not nearly as careworn. She wore a dress of such dark red it was almost black, and it made her pale complexion seem almost ghostly, and her waist was slender, but judging by the rest of her figure she must be pretty healthy. Her lips were very, very red. Nothing terrible happened, except that the rich woman smiled kindly at her, and Lucy noticed that she had bright red eyes. Lucy shivered, and that was it. "She ought to do nicely," said the rich woman, and she approached Lucy, who tried to get away, but she was stuck in the shed, she was trapped, she was -- A gentle gloved hand tilted her chin up, and the red-eyed woman looked at her face, and it felt like she must know, she couldn't not know -- "Lucy? Sweetheart, it's going to be all right, I promise," said the woman, and this time when she smiled, she showed her teeth, and there were fangs. And that, oddly, made Lucy feel a whole lot better. "Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl." She knew she was covered in bruises and scratches and old blood; she wanted to apologize, but she couldn't make the words come. "Don't worry, we'll get you cleaned up. Thank you, Mrs. Wilson, I believe I can take it from here," said the woman. "Ever so kind of you," said Aunt June, looking so glad to hand Lucy off to this stranger. "We were at our wit's end. She wouldn't even eat for the first few days." I was full, Lucy thought, and her gorge rose in her throat. "I have a very good cook, I'm sure that won't be a problem," said the woman, cheerfully. "Well, isn't that lovely?" said Aunt June. She smiled a false smile and said, "If you could leave us alone for just a sec? I want to say goodbye." "Of course," said the rich woman. She left, and closed the shed door behind her, and Lucy was afraid again. "Lucy, look at me," said Aunt June, and reluctantly, she did. "I don't know why you didn't wash up, we gave you water." It was cold, and I was thirsty, and then I got scared of my reflection and I spilled it all, she said, but she couldn't say that, it sounded ridiculous. "You're a grown woman now, Lucy, you're certainly old enough that you know everybody has to pull their weight. I'm sorry about your parents but it's been almost a month and we all have work to do, we can't we can't just --" she gestured disgustedly around at the shed "-- stare at walls all day crying. Everybody's lost someone. 'Specially Widow Griffin out there -- she's just had the worst luck." Lucy's eyes went wide. She had never met the infamous widow, but she remembered Aunt June telling scary stories about her when they'd stayed with her and her husband for a few days, on their way west. She'd been a girl of seven, and Aunt June had been so nice and funny, but she'd had so many stories about this strange rich woman whose husbands kept dying on her. At least none had died since, or she wouldn't still be Widow Griffin, she'd be Widow

Something Else. "See, you do understand me, don't you?" said Aunt June, who seemed like a different person these days -- although anyone would be impatient with Lucy nowadays. "I know I've said some very unkind things in the past about her, but we all make mistakes and I feel -- I feel like I must've judged her wrong. I'd ask you not to repeat all those hurtful things but I have to say, it'd be an improvement if you said anything at all." She didn't know what to say to that. She didn't know what to say to anyone anymore. "Anyway, you better not give her any trouble, I don't know what else we can do with you but you're not making it easy." She approached the door. "You're going to go home with her and you're going to do what she says, and she's not going to charge you any room or board to live with her in that big house of hers, and you're not going to make a fuss because this is the best deal you're ever gonna get in your life." Lucy nodded. "All right. Good. Glad we got that out of the way. I'd hug you but you smell terrible and I just did laundry." She gestured at the door to the shed, which Lucy reluctantly approached. "And don't go through the house, you're disgusting right now. Go around." Lucy went around the house, picking her way carefully through the tall wild grass that still grew up around one side of the house until she made her way to the weedy, dusty path in front of it, where the Widow Griffin was waiting for her, standing next to a rickety buckboard wagon. Lucy was a little disappointed; she'd expected some kind of fancy carriage, but it looked like they were just being driven out by one of Aunt June's neighbors. "There you are," said the widow. "John here is helping me out, it's ever so nice of him." She nodded at the driver and apparent owner of the wagon, a bedraggled-looking man who needed a bath almost as much as Lucy. "Least I can do, after what you did for me and Sal," said John. "This lady's good as gold," he told Lucy. "You treat her right and she'll do right by you." "I wouldn't go that far. Silver, maybe," said the widow, and Lucy shivered. "Anyway, unfortunately there are only two seats, so we'll have to double up, you and I. Why don't you sit in my lap?" John frowned at Lucy, and then at the widow. "Can't she ride on the back?" "I wouldn't want to do that to her, she's been through too much already," said the widow, and John nodded, like it was a perfectly normal thing for her to say. Maybe it was normal. She didn't really know what normal was anymore. So she let the widow climb onto the wagon, waited for John the driver to calm the horses -- something spooked them, though John could not figure out what it might be -- and then she climbed onto the wagon after, and sat in the widow's lap, even though that might ruin her fancy red dress, and even though it made Lucy feel ridiculous, like a little child. The woman was more solid than she'd realized, and her body was soft against Lucy's back, and that was weird to think about, so she tried to ignore it. She felt the widow's hands -- strangely long and bony, but encased in soft black gloves -- come around to hold onto her, brushing her thighs before settling around her waist. "I think we're all situated," she said. The ride was out of town, not into it, and as time and silence stretched long, she wondered if she was going to end up just as far from civilization as her parents had been, as she had been, when it had happened. That was probably good, though. There was a lot of space to run, and run away, and hopefully she could escape and flee before it happened again. She remembered the widow's red eyes and her fangs, and tried to relax and trust in that. She knew what she was doing. Either that or Lucy had gone completely insane and was seeing things and there was no fixing her. As if sensing her concerns, the widow stroked one of Lucy's filthy hands with her own gloved hand. "Shh, it's going to be all right. You'll see." Lucy tried to trust her, but it'd been so long since she trusted in anything.

#kaesa op #femslashfff2022 #fallen principality nisroc #age gap cw #gore cw #abuse cw #cannibalism cw #incest cw #text #fiction

[mochiffon]

OC DUMP

"The Misfits" (aka my Avengers ripoff series because damn it I need the found family trope in my life)

Rosemary Goldstein

- team leader

- mom friend

- Luna Lovegood and Luz Noceda vibes

- broke af but is a hard worker

- likes non-alcoholic wine

- theater kid

- the living embodiment of shower thoughts

- likes to wear weird accessories

Leviticus Lawson

- dad friend

- younger twin

- actually has a huge crush on Rose

- soft boy aesthetic

- genius dumbass

- he's basically a peter parker ripoff i'm sorry

- awkward, socially anxious introvert

- everyone loves him but he's too stupid to notice

Meghan Lawson

- wine aunt friend

- older twin

- ✨pansexual✨ will flirt with anyone and everyone

- ✨polyamorous✨

- likes to play ukelele

- likes pissing rich people off for fun

- total zoomer, can't go for a day without referencing a vine

- secretly insecure 😌

Vynn Lavender

- team gremlin (5'0")

- smartass

- Hermione Granger vibes

- book worm

- swears 24/7 (except I don't swear so you don't see her swear in my comics/animatics)

- hot head / short tempered

- loves cats (she has a familiar of one named Oreo)

- addicted to tea

Karter Roberts

- team himbo

- team baby

- he's a living golden retriever (hehe)

- so stupid and so nice

- everyone also loves him and he also doesn't notice

- the "cool" one

- likes to cook

- likes to paint his nails silver (😏)

Hayden Hughes (name pending)

- emotionally repressed

- angst angst angst angst

- wears piercings and paints their nails black

- genderfluid (shape-shifter)

- drinks their coffee black

- loves experimenting with outfits and make up and hairstyles

- is secretly soft and loves their friends very much

- hurt any of their friends and you will not see the light of day

#mochi's madness #oc dump #mochi's ocs

[mikenewtonhateblog]

My oc’s aka too long of a gd post

The “BL” Crew (does not stand for boys love I’m just a moron who made that abbreviation before knowing what it stands for). My main crew and main series, a lot is a big WIP right now as I’m slowly redoing the first book and all the lore. Why? I love torture. Book is fantasy type but I won’t specify what.

Lacie, the protagonist. God tier idiot, bisexual bipolar depressed MESS, insomniac, former theater kid, doesn’t know what she wants out of life but currently it is not This(plot of book). Hot headed, impulsive, crude, rude, Mommy IssuesTM, would rather be taking a nap right now, rules are made to be broken, absolutely fucking FERAL, more bags under her eyes than the airport lost and found. 5’5, 130lbs, Aries, age 18, white as shit like literally the whitest human you have ever seen, strawberry blonde hair in a 2011 Hayley Willaims haircut with long bangs, the darkest brown eyes you’ve ever seen that stare directly into your soul. Lanky, no curves, body of a 12 year old boy but works out so she can and will kick your ass and thats a threat. Not human?

Josh. Soft boy, smart, Lacie’s cousin and only friend for like the first 18 years of her life, autistic anxious mess who’s special interest is anchient egyptian history, is in honors classes, despises math, passes out when his girlfriend looks too cute, just needs a hug. Can eat a whole carton of easy mac if left alone, whole wardobe is the same outfit just different colors/hoodies, sensory issues, seriously can someone give this guy a hug. 5’9, 150lbs, Pisces, age 18, mixed (half whatever flavor of white Lacie’s family is [they don’t even know its just some scandanavian shit and irish], and half mexican on his mom’s side), medium olive skin with freckles and moles, dark chocolate brown hair that’s a bit of a 2009 Beiber cut, warm brown eyes, not beefy, a lil thicc and self concious about it but squishy boys are GOOD. Gets bit by a werewolf so now he is one his mood on it is “thats a lot to unpack but let’s just throw the whole suitcase away”.

Zander. There is not one braincell in this man, himbo KING, pansexual dumbass with undiagnosed ADHD, no impulse control, head empty and full at the same time, PTSD, his fashion sense should be an actual crime, gets in fights to feel something, basic requirements for him to be attracted to you: kick his ass. Drinks his respect women juice, sees a folding table and must immediately launch himself on it, chaotic, cannot drive a car and will not, food aggression and eats enough for 3 people but never gains weight which is ILLEGAL, him and Lacie may be a couple.....but in this house we stan slow burn, he talks in caps and every sentence either ends with a question mark or exclaimation point, likes romcoms. 6’2, 190lbs, Sagittarius, age 19, austrailian roots and has the accent but is from [REDACTED FOR STORY REASONS], white, dorito shaped with long legs, blueish black hair that’s long and messy, dark navy eyes that match his hair, bigass neck scar from [REDACTED]. Not human

Peter. Gay dad friend who is TIRED of having to be in charge of a bunch of teenagers, only one with full functioning braincells, lowkey a genius who loves engineering, mixes magical technology with human technology because he likes to play god, is he ever sober? No one knows, will kill for a bottle of single malt, his fashion sense? Tastefully expensive suits perfectly tailored. Likes building his own weapons that no one else knows how to even use, generally non-threatening but can get scary if needed. 6’4, 140lbs string bean man, Scorpio, age 179 but looks early 30s, I know I said Lacie is the whitest human but he’s even paler like a literal sheet of paper with scandanavian roots/ancestors were vikings or some shit, blonde hair styled like 2013 Brendon Urie lmfao, light crystal blue eyes. He’s a vampire and was born one.

Danielle. Tiny, sweet, queen of girls supporting girls, comments on all her friends instagram posts with 20 emojis, LOVES fashion and has a wardrobe that would make anyone jealous, oozes feminine energy, only child and parents are in love still, gets exactly 8 hours of sleep each night and wakes up looking like a disney princess. Just because she is small and cute doesn’t mean you should underestimate her she WILL fuck your shit up. Quiet when angey which is terrifying. Josh is her bf and she loves him so much but also loves teashing the shit out of him. Legally cannot cuss, polite, used her high heels as a weapon once, speaks like 5 languages because studying them is her hobby, gardens, hugs everyone. 5’0, 110, Taurus, age 18, mixed (half french-american, half Korean-american), glowy skin always, PETITE frame aka the friend everyone can pick up when they hug, long past her waist curly brown hair, bright green eyes. She’s not fully human as she has fae blood in her and this gives her the ability to talk to and control plants. Flower crowns for everyone

Becca. Theater kid who would die to sing in Wicked and has the vocal range to do so, cannot wait to graduate and go to her dream college which she got into and a scholarship, closeted lesbian bc her whole giant family is extremely catholic and she feels like not dealing with it, “no boys allowed in bedroom” rule is her favorite joke, chill, middle child of 5 siblings and just wants some peace and quiet for ONCE. Her fashion sense is “I’m dropping subtle hints I’m gay but only to other gays”, has a black belt and took self defense classes. 5’6, 145lbs, Virgo, age 18, Latina (cuban and mexican mix), darker brown skin with light freckles over her nose, athletic build, eyebrows on POINT, bright caramel eyes, short light brown hair cut in a bob, has a tiny nose stud, always wears a blue friendship bracelet her gf made her. Human

Anika. Calling her a bitch/slut is a compliment, bisexual, a bit of a mean girl but she grows out of it give her time!!! Is always Too Much, the horny friend, favorite color is red so thats almost all of her outfits, loves to show off her body as much as she can because she’s hot and knows it and thrives in her own confidence. Her mom is literally like Regina George’s mom from Mean Girls but married a rich man 20 years older than her, Anika doesn’t know her bio dad but thats fine neither does her mom and her step dad is nice and does his best to be a dad. Becca’s gf, always hanging out at her home so Becca can get some quiet because Anika’s an only child and has a pool. 5’9, 135lbs, Gemini, age 18, white, long layered dark reddish brown hair, teal-blue eyes, swimmers body type (I normally do not mention bust size but she would want the internet to know she was blessed with big bahoogles so there you go), can sprint in heels. Half mermaid (boy was that a surprise considering her mom doesn’t know who her father is LOL)

Rex. Nb uses they/them he/him pronouns but honestly will respond to any, goth lite, only attracted to men and ace, can read minds so knows all your secrets, mischevious little shit, great friends with Zander and enjoys his dumbass thoughts and that he’s basically a human version of Jackass, wears too many rings, goth boots for kicking and fashion babey, always has the freshest memes and will not hesitate to roast in the group chat, hangs with the girls most of the time. Chaos god who loves making art, be gay do crime, skateboard and spraypaint. 5’8”, 165lbs, Leo, age 18, Native American, masculine frame, dark brown skin, blue eyes, firetruck red shoulder length hair that’s usually in a ponytail, knock-off gucci sunglasses just for judging their friends. Has magic in their blood so not entirely human and can cast spells and shit (don’t roast me its a wip and I’m doing my research)

Sam. Boho goddess, aromantic, makeup and nails are always instagram worthy, quiet and stoic type but losens up around close friends, Rex is her best friend, has some trauma and doesn’t want to talk about it, emotionally numbed out a bit and wants to purely vibe. Has seen some of the worst parts of humanity and wishes she hadn’t, finds no point in being bitter or resentful though because that won’t change anything, loves cats and once she moves out shes adopting one or three. Has wine aunt energy. 5’4, 200lbs PLUS SIZE QUEEN, Scorpio, age 18, Filipino (her parents are immigrants fun fact!), really olive skin sometimes has a grey/green tinge to it, dark brown almost black shoulder length hair, gold-hazel eyes. Sam’s the victim of a family curse that requires her to consume human hearts to survive, she can transform into a pretty scary looking being and uses this curse to hunt down pedoph*les, r*pists, murderers, and abusers. The less often she feeds the less human she looks, hence the constant grey/green tinge to her skin. 

Andy. Baby of the group, must be protected at all costs, 100% didn’t sign up to be in a friendgroup of 90% monsters but highkey loves it, trans, bi, anxiety MAXED, just wants to draw comics and cosplay spiderman, has to babysit his two younger sisters a lot because his parents are....not great, and as a result now knows all the lines to Tangled and The Little Mermaid. Big nerd energy, has to draw on everything including homework, gets inspiration for comics from his friends, awkward and socially anxious, drinks way too much tea and will accidentally steal your pens. Fears include: crowds, thunder, tall angry men, tiny spaces. Just trying his best. 5’2, 100lbs BEANPOLE BOY, Leo, age 16, white (irish and scottish roots), freckles absolutely EVERYWHERE, orangey red hair thats in desperate need of a haircut, chocolate brown eyes, braces, chronic nail biter. Human and kinda wishes he wasn’t.

That’s it for now if you read all this bless u thank u here is my whole heart. Please no discourse, literally these are fictional people I’ll never publish the books they go to.

#no i am not looking for critiques on them #i get my critiques elsewhere lmao #my ocs

[mrclinical]

Let it Snow (2019)

Directed by Luke Snellin

Rating: 54/100

Late nineties and early noughties teen-comedies on the whole were appalling. There must of been a yearning for highschool/college melodrama during the period - a yearning for hope of love, or reassurance that popularity is not all it’s cracked up to be. Despite the cliched gags, routine humiliation and stereotypes that these films pedalled for laughs, what they almost always got right were their soundtracks. Luke Snellin follows the convention, bringing us a vaguely festive teenage romance bolstered by blockbuster hits and wokeness. The film features several different romantic narratives, as the teenage ensemble wrestle with their sexuality, the “friend zone”, rejection, the prospect of college and family illness, under falling snow and the peripheral twinkle of fairy lights. Oh and lest we forget,Joan Crusak who wheels around the small town in a tin foil hat offering a mix of narration and agony aunt advice.

Like many festive movies, Let it Snow is first and foremost about reconciliation, aligning our priorities in life with that is really meaningful and casting off our superficial worries and prejudices to allow love, tradition and family to sweep us off our feet. Snellin’s handling of the different interlocking narratives is handled with varying proficiency and effect. Tobin (Mitchell Hope) and Angie (Kiernan Shipka) are best friends who have a shared interest in movies and classic vinyl. The two characters are clearly made for each other, if only Angie would give up her interest in nice guy super-jock JP (Matthew Noszka). Snellin nails the prism of the friendzone, an environment of repressed anger and self-loathing. Then there is Dorrie’s narrative, played by the superb Liv Hewson, a character who in a less sensible and crass film would be reduced to her best friend Addie’s (Odeya Rush) well-meaning sidekick and emotional rock, but in Snellin’s picture gets her own starring role, in a lesbian love story which deals with the repression of identity involved with conforming within the matrix of high school and home life. Snellin doesn’t exactly explore these concepts in great depth, but sort of dips in and out in the breezy way that holiday films deal with dysfunction in relationships. For Let it Snow is reaching for that feel-good vibe. The kind which will brings repeat viewing to Netflix like last year’s gushingly irksome A Christmas Prince. For, this is a film about teenagers for teenagers, who I am sure will identify with a handful of these characters and feel aggrieved at the unnecessary criticism the film has received from older and sniffier critics.

The problem for me is that the film gets bogged down too much in needless melodrama, further dragged down by sluggish writing. The emotional core of this movie lies within the narrative that I found too queasy to stomach: that of Julie (Isabela Merced) and Stuart (Shameik Moore). Julie is a smart kid who is uber self-aware, who must make a decision between attending Columbia University or staying home to attend her sick mother (the kind of sickness that is encapsulated in a sad cough or flappy hands). Julie finds herself face-to-face with famous musician Stuart, who initially arrogantly palms off her social advances, only to be swept up by her cut-through-bullshit witticisms and spends the day frolicking around snowy suburbia with her and falling hopelessly in love. Think of a lite edition of Richard Linklater’s Before trilogy, with less stirring dialogue, scenery, sensuality or sensitivity. Or Prime Minister Hugh Grant in Love Actually and sweary Martine McCutcheon without the magic of Richard Curtis. It is a tale of two worlds colliding and finding unity, but it never really rings true. A handsome savoir swooping in with his fiscal clout to support a family in dire need of it. A lonely man with his riches but nobody to share it with except the corporate bots who surround him and fan his ego. Two people who fall so quickly in love that it is hard to believe that any of it is anything but fanciful hogwash conjured up in a thirteen year old girl’s dream. Netflix loves a little romantic up-punching after all, and so does its audience.

Although certain aspects of the film seem too glossy to be genuine and the narrative seems a little too cheesy to take in one sitting without resorting to heavy eye-rolling and audible sighing, Snellin’s movie does host some quaint little quirks which are entertaining in their own way, the centrepiece being an impromptu duet between Tobin and Angie of Waterboy’s hit “Whole of the Moon” played on a wheezing church organ. It might sound awful, but it is a sweet touch. The narratives eventually flow into one another culminating in a celebratory and cobbled together waffle house party bash. The whole affair is a little to wholesome for my liking, but I’m sure it will prove a hit for the streaming platform.

#netflix #film #review #movie #let it snow #joan crusak #christmas #luke snellin #richard linklater #richard curtis #love actually

[truthofherdreams]

24 Days of Dickkory-smas

7. I work at a toy store and you keep coming in but never buy anything (+ao3)

“She’s back.”

Dick looks up at Dawn’s words. Indeed, there is no mistake about the woman walking into their store, little bell chiming above her head as she does so; it is the fourth time she’s visiting The Playing Graysons this week. She is yet to buy anything, or even to ask for help. Every time Dawn walks toward her and does her shtick, the woman smiles politely but refuses her advice, before she spends a good five minutes walking around then leaves. Rinse and repeat every day, at lunch break.

Which would be fine – people like to browse and Dick’s toy shop is doing well, especially during the month leading to Christmas. They don’t need her money to pay the bills, or anything of the like. They can survive with curious non-shoppers. Except.

Except she takes Dick’s breath away, just a little bit. He’s so used to busy moms, excited children and teenagers ready to spend their allowance; they make his main target demographic, unsurprisingly. But her – she doesn’t fit the mould, in any way. Tall and devastatingly beautiful, with clothes that look as expensive as his car, nails too perfect for a working mom and hair that speaks of high-end product. And that’s even without taking into account the way she stands and walk around, like she owns the place. Like damn fucking royalty.

He’s been mesmerized from day one, and Dawn has been trying to convince him to talk to her from day two. Which is close on ridiculous now, the way she whispers to him when the woman walks in, or how her skinny elbow digs into his arm to get his attention, or the insistent glares until the woman leaves the shop. She’s taken lessons in Annoying Sibling 101 with Donna, and it’s definitely working. Dick gets annoyed in less than a second, just from those very few words.

“Maybe she’ll buy something this time,” he grumbles as he focuses back on his laptop. He has taxes to calculate and an employee to ignore, after all, so Excel has never been more fascinating than right now.

Dawn sighs, the sound overdramatic yet harmless in her mouth, before she walks toward another potential client to help them. She’s better at the whole commercial pitch than Dick is anyway, he doesn’t understand why she wants him to handle this when she’s right there.

Which doesn’t mean he can’t glance at the woman above the screen of his laptop though. He’s only a man, single at that, who doesn’t get many chances to go out lately. Not with Gar stressing the fuck out about university admissions and final exams, not with Rachel flipping the fuck out a few days a month now that she’s getting her period, not when Donna is all over his ass about a Christmas party with all their friends. All of this, on top of taking care of the shop. His college years of whoring around are but a distant past.

So what if he looks a little, and dreams a little? It’s nothing but harmless fantasy, and the woman will soon stop hanging around the shop anyway. Just a few images to fuel his imagination at night, is all. Nothing else. Nothing more.

That is, until the woman moves closer to the counter, staring at the wall of vintage collectibles on display. She sighs loudly, taping her fingers to her mouth, deep in contemplation. It’s mesmerizing to say the least, and Dick is on his feet before his brain can even yell at him not to move. He’s not entirely thinking with his brain right now anyway.

“Can I help you?” he asks, putting on his best customer service façade.

She turns toward him, and Dick is immediately taken by the bright green of her eyes, a sharp contrast with the smooth darkness of her skin. Her lipstick matches her eyes, and her nails, her full lips stretching into a smile. Dick’s throat suddenly feels really, very dry.

“Yes, please. I need to buy some Christmas gifts, but I’m… lost, to say the least!”

“Nothing I can’t help with. Who are you buying for?”

“My best friend’s niece and nephew. I’m meeting them for the first time at this Christmas party I was invited to, and I want to make a good first impression, you know? Kinda cool, rich aunt vibe, if you know what I mean.”

Dick can’t help but drop the customer service smile for a brighter, more genuine one. He’s been trying for too long to be the cool dad to his two brats, only for them to groan loudly every time he does something incredibly lame to them, not to understand what she means. Children and teenagers are a though crowd to win over.

“Yeah, we can definitely do that! Do you know what they like?” he asks them, not so subtly pulling her away from the vintage toys on display. No point looking at those; she’ll need something flashy and new, if she wants to impress those kids.

“I know the boy is seventeen and really into old school video games, spends hours playing on those vintage consoles. I think he particularly likes Nintendo? Not sure. The girl is trickier. She’s thirteen and a bit of a mouthful according to my friend. She’s really into Game of Thrones, from what I’ve heard.”

Dick stops in his tracks.

Freezes.

Turns slowly.

She’s looking at him expectantly, her lips pressed together not to smile, her eyebrows up. Of course. Of fucking course. This explains Dawn’s behaviour, and Donna’s pushiness about that fucking party, and about everything else that happened this week. How the fuck he hasn’t realised sooner, Dick has no fucking clue.

“Dany’s her favourite character. She says she looks like Dawn,” he comments. “I’m going to assume you’re Donna’s friend, and not just a stalker.”

The woman is grinning at him now – is that what it feels like, to win the damn lottery? “Donna and I met in college. I just moved back here from the West Coast.”

Ah yes. Those dreadful years where he was – well, massive dick actually encompasses it well, all things considered. The only time in his life when he managed to drive Donna away for a while, that’s how bad things got once he no longer had Bruce’s drastic rules to keep him in line. The only time in his life when Donna’s friends weren’t also his friends, when he was an asshole to everyone around him and when he almost lost his sister-soulmate. No wonder he had no idea Donna was friends with such a beautiful woman. Donna could have moved to some deserted Greek island back then, and he wouldn’t have noticed.

“I’m Kory,” she goes on, offering her hand to shake. It’s warm and smooth, and it throws him off the loop for a hot second there. “Donna was… quite insistent about how well I would get along with her brother so…”

“So you are stalking me,” he grins.

Always count on Donna for playing matchmaker with him. It’s become her passion through the years, and he’s met so many of her friends through blind dates that he’s lost track of them after a while. Dawn helps too sometimes, when she feels like it. It doesn’t even surprise him that the Christmas party was a trap all along – when Donna wants something, she will do anything to get it.

“More like, assessing the goods,” Kory replies, and it doesn’t fail to make Dick breath out a laugh of disbelief. She’s perfectly candid about it too, like it’s normal to stalk the guy your friend wants to set you up with, every day for a week. He kinda admires her dedication there, and perhaps even takes it as an ego boost. “But I also really need gifts for the kids.”

He winks and finger-guns her, like the cringy dad he is. Rachel would kill him if she saw. “I’ve got you covered, don’t worry.”

Donna will definitely gloat when she learns that they have drinks that night but. Oh well. Her efforts did pay off, in the end.

#dickkory #koriand'r #dick grayson #titans #fanfic #ff: titans #ff: 24 days of dickkorysmas

[misssparklyprincess]

Distance Relationship

Word Count: 2096

Produce 101

Contestant: Woo Jinyoung

Author: I cried during ep 8 T~T my small pink boy, and i couldn’t come up with a good title name so…

I sighed looking at my phone. ‘Should I text him?’ You thought. It’s right now 11 pm there. As I was in deep thoughts I heard my phone buzz. I quickly grabbed my phone as I saw his name pop up on my screen.  

{Jinyoung} : Are you awake?   {Me} : Yes.. Why are you awake?? you should be sleeping silly.   Secretly I was really happy he texted me even though he needs his sleep for the show. {Jinyoung} : ahhh~ I was thinking about you. {Me} : cheesy haha {Jinyoung} : I know you like it   {Jinyoung} : When are you coming back to Korea?? {Me} : I don’t know, as soon as My parents allow me to go {Jinyoung} : aigoo~ okey dokey I’ll call you soon okay?   {Me} : ok~ go to sleep cutie {Jinyoung} : wish you could kiss me goodnight T^T {Me} : soon I promise xx 

I was so annoyed at the fact that my dad got transferred to some Newspaper company called ’Newspaper name’. Like why not give him a job in Japan so I could stay in South-Korea. I shut down my phone and went back to my homework. It was so frustrating that my parents forced me to with them to ‘Y/C’ for I don’t know how long. It doesn’t make sense. 'Wish they let me enter SOPA there gadh’ I ruffled my brown hair. “skip homework” I murmured under breath, I grabbed my laptop to watch some random K-drama I started last week.   I guess you could say I continued my boring ass life here in 'Y/C’.  

How I wished my parents would come up to me and say “ Y/N you got accepted into SOPA” or “We decided you can go back to Korea” but they would never do that so the only thing I can do is save money for an airplane ticket.  

I worked my ass off everyday at some stupid supermarket, probably the worst place on earth. I didn’t spend any money unless I got some from my parents, everything for moving back to Korea. 'Woah it’s a lot more then I expected’ I thought looking at my bank account. Never thought I would reach €1500. I decided to work a couple more months so I won’t die there. There were days where I thought I might as well quit and stop chasing my dream. Every time I had those thoughts, my boyfriend Jinyoung, would motivate me again. His 'I miss you’ 'I love you’ and 'I wanna see your beautiful face’ kept me holding onto my dream.

{4 Months later}  

By now I had over €2500 and I wasn’t complaining at all. “Mom I wanted to talk about something” I sat down in one of the chairs in her office. Maybe not the best time right now, but I couldn’t care at all. My future is important too. “What’s the matter honey?” She put down her pen and looked me straight in the eyes, making me extra nervous.   "W-well I had made some plans..exactly Ehm I saved lots of money to go back to Korea” I looked everywhere but my mom. I heard her sigh, scratching the back of her neck. "We talked about this remember?” She used that tone when she isn’t agreeing to something. I felt my heart sink to my feet, 'Game over’ I thought. "We moved here as a family and you’re part of this family so you’re staying. Besides where are you gonna sleep? At your useless rapper boyfriends house, who probably still lives with his parents? You know Y/N, break up with that boy, and i’ll introduce you to Edward. The son of my boss” she grabbed a book from the shelves. “He’s not useless” my voice broke. “And I wasn’t planning to stay at his house but at Shanna’s house, she offered me to stay there” I wiped my tears away.   

“I’m saying no to this, maybe your dad thinks differently about this.“ She opened her book "you can leave now”  

I quickly grabbed my phone to text Jinyoung. {Me} : guess I’m staying here forever T_T {Jinyoung} : They still hate me do they? {Me} : you could say that yes… {Jinyoung} : Wish I could change their opinions about me ≥o≤ {Me} : more like my mom, she wants me to date the rich son of her boss   {Jinyoung} : Well tell him you’re taken or else I’ll beat his ass hehehe 

I laughed at his reply, such silly boy I thought. Sliding my phone in my pocket, biting my nail from nervousness. I hesitated to talk to my dad, but I still did. My feet felt so heavy as I walked over to my dad’s office. I knocked 3 times before entering.  

“Can I talk to you dad?” I closed the door behind me. “I don’t know can you?” My dad joked sitting up straight, mentioning for me to sit down. I explained to him, what I’ve been doing the past months and how much money I saved. At first he didn’t look quit happy, but as soon as he saw my broken face, his expression changed a bit. He said that if it’s really my dream to go back, that I should chase it. I was relieved he thought about it this way. He supported my relationship with Jinyoung more than my mom did. Probably because Jinyoung is a rapper with an chill vibe and not some nerd who wants to spent his whole life sitting behind a desk.  

{Me}: guess what? {Jinyoung} : what’s up cutie~ {Me} : My dad agreed to me moving back to Korea~ {Jinyoung} : Oh my gadh are you serious?? That’s great!!! {Me} : I know right, I can’t wait!! {Jinyoung} : Waoh I’m crying huehue   {Me} : Ahh don’t, you’re making me cry {Jinyoung} : I can’t help it, you just made my day ;) I fell asleep after calling Jinyoung for hours.  

{1 week later}

I couldn’t thank my dad enough, he paid my airplane ticket and gave me extra money. I was so nervous, first time flying alone, going my back to Korea. I hugged my mom really tight, “I’m gonna miss you” she whispered in my ear, “It’s okay” I wiped away some tears, that were streaming down my red cheeks. “Promise us, that you’ll call us as soon as you land okay?” My dad informed me for the 100th time. “Yes dad” I hugged him.   Holding tight on my passport and tickets I walked over to the security. I shouted one last 'I love you’ and went of.

{12 hours later}  

I felt horrible after the flight, I felt like fainting. My knees are so weak and I still have to carry my suitcase. I called my parents when I got my suitcase. I walked over to the gates, looking for Jinyoung. 'ah I can’t find him, how frustrating!’ I sighed. I felt two arms sneak around my waist, making me jump. I turned around, to be greeted by a pink haired boy. “Woah y-your hair” I stuttered, touching his hair. “Not even saying hello or hugging me back” he laughed, “ah right” I hugged him really tight. “I missed you a lot” I whispered in his chest. “I missed you too, my princess” patting my head. I kept looking at his hair, it looked so fluffy. I reached for his hair again, slightly touching it. “That amused?” He giggled. “Why did you dye you hair?” Walking hand in hand towards Starbucks. “ah~ there is no reason to be honest”  He grabbed his wallet.   “It suits you, this makes you the cutest rapper” I smiled at him, he on the other hand looked quite annoyed at my comment. I know he doesn’t like to be called cute but I couldn’t help it. 

“Welcome at Starbucks, can I take your order?” The adorable girl behind the counter asked.   “Yes can I get 2 medium iced caramel macchiato.” Jinyoung said handed her the money.   “Am I really the cutest rapper?” He pouted handing me my coffee.   “Yes I’m gonna call you smoll pink bean” I laughed hitting his arm lightly, not hurting him. Jinyoung kept pouting, he grabbed my suitcase and walked off, leaving me dumbfounded. I guess he must be upset, running after him. I could pass him with my short legs and stood in front of him. He just looked at me, surprised I could keep up with him. I panted sipping my drink before speaking. “Yah oppa~” making my voice a bit higher than usual. “Don’t ignore me please” I whined, blinking my eyes cutely. He looked down at me smiling a bit, knowing he can’t resist my big E/C eyes.   “ahh you drive me crazy” grabbing my hand, swinging it as we walked towards the exit.

I missed this, the warm weather, lost of people and my boyfriend. I forgot how soft his hand are, how cute he can smile, the way he smelled. “Can you stop staring please, it freaks me out” I blushed, embarrassed at my own action, I quickly apologized.   “Y/N” I looked his direction, without noticing his lips landed on mine. They were so soft, I felt butterflies in my stomach, my cheeks glowing by now. His lips moving against mine was like magic, his arms sneak around my waist, as mine held onto his shirt. I pulled away, looking at my feet, with my hands on my beet red cheeks. I could say that this was the best day of my life. Being back in my home country, being with my amazing boyfriend, I mean what else can I wish for?

{Couple weeks later}  

I got accepted into SOPA, reunited with my friends and family. I got a job at a bubble tea store, I live with my aunt and I talk to my parents basically everyday. Jinyoung and my best friend Jihoon both did audition for Produce 101, and got accepted to be on the show. Unfortunately I can’t see them till they get eliminated or till the show ends with them in the top 11. Supporting Jinyoung and Jihoon as much as I could. Showing up at all the shows, and if I was lucky I could get backstage.   Jihoon got ranked 1st for 4 weeks in a row, sadly for Jinyoung his skills didn’t get noticed at all. The highest rank he could get was 40. Korean citizens should vote for talented not the visual. I sighed watching episode 7. “Woah he is such a sweetheart helping other trainees, how am I still alive” clutching my heart. Texting him was no use, Mnet forbid the use of cell phones. My aunt sat beside me, handing me a bottle of cold water.

“See it in this aspect, his company will notice him more than before you know. He may not be in the top 11 but he does get more attention” she patted my back. I know that, but he deserves the best, I started to doubt what my mom said. Was she right? Is he really useless? Will I ever proof my mom she was wrong? Why do Koreans want good looking Idols and not rappers? What’s wrong with these people? Stan talent for god’s sakes.

As long as Jihoon is in the top 11 I’m satisfied. And I will love my boyfriend no matter what, even when he doesn’t debut. My mom is wrong he is pure talent and she unfortunately can’t see that.   I laughed at my own changing thoughts, I’m so confusing sometimes. I watched his fancam a million times, he looked amazing, his rap is so strong it just blows me away.  

Let’s say I fell in love with an pink fluff ball named Woo Jinyoung.

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hey kids its more ~*Downtrodden Answers*~

heres answers to a few questions that are clogging up my inbox. if i don’t answer yours i’m either writing a long post for it or i’ve already answered it.

its Capital Letters Time.

I’m still working on island legends but I’ve got some tidbits about art I can give you.

Rabbit Art:

Art on the island reflects the roots of language for rabbits in that it’s very tactile. Lango, the most widespread old language on the island, is similar to braille. It was a language meant to be read by touch in the dim warren tunnels and reading visually at all times is actually relatively new, something that started to really pick up in the last one hundred years after interacting with vultures and mainlanders. Even though visual reading became a thing, many books still included thin pieces of wood or thick pieces of paper with raised patterns and textures that were meant to be felt as the story was read. This tradition of ‘feeling’ through art carries on today. Paintings are made with thick layers of paint. Mosaics of textured glass, pottery, and metal line warren walls. Colorful embroidery of plants and bugs and geometric patterns grace the lining of cloaks and inside clothing. Its all about art you can feel in the dark. What isn’t meant to be felt usually produces its own light source in the form of glasswork meant to hold lights or illustrations made with bioluminescent inks. Art pieces that a large amount of people can use or see at the same time are usually more elaborate than pieces meant for individuals, making things like fancy teacups rare and valuable items only given for special events.

Mainlander Art:

Mainlanders typically produce photo-realistic works of art. Things like portraits, taxidermy, elaborate show-weaponry, religious imagery, and landscapes are common. They have good eyes for detail and the artists among them have always held that the best way to express culture and beauty is to make things as true to life as possible. Sometimes artists tend to give reality a little spit-shine for an angry client or disobedient lighting but the ideal is for every painting to resemble a clear window into another space and every statue a living thing (which can lead to some super creepy results). This makes work that features abstraction or symbolism sparse and gives their older children’s books and comics a very particular look since their popular drawing styles aren’t really meant to be simplified. This has changed in recent times since rabbit, hare, and vulture artists intermingling with their community really inspired a lot of illustrators. Body art is also a common practice for things like everyday makeup use (making fur/skin patterning bolder, using kohl eyeliner, males dusting iridescent powders on themselves), special fancy time use (tracing markings with silver or gold inks, fancy nails, painting vows and poetry on themselves for special events), and miscellaneous activities (sex workers, actors, ect. bleaching their skin/fur and drawing new designs on themselves, using people as living canvases).

That’s such a cute image! But rabbits aren’t really the fiddles and flutes type of race. They’re more into things like drums, mbira, and the occasional acoustic guitar. its got a vibe like this and this and this (if anyone knows of anything that kind of fits this vibe let me know) Rich mellow sounds that you can feel in your bones. Sounds that evoke calm in the uncertainty of the outside world and the warmth and safety of dimmed underground lights.  

Sounds you can fucking party to.

The island’s signature instrument is the Thumpekha, also known as the dancing drum. Rabbits who play this instrument literally dance on top of it; stomping and hopping with great force while tapping the rim with a pole that they twirl and toss during their performance. Its super tiring to play and traditional dances are actually used for guard training. They’re also a good outlet for the hyperactive and many rambunctious kits get marked for dance practice if they can’t focus on their studies. Thumpekha can be played wearing padded wooden shoes but hardcore rabbits do it barefoot and sometimes even light their poles on fire for an added air of drama and completely unnecessary danger. Thumpekha are mainly played at outside gatherings and special events and have the added benefit of warding off predators. No one is sure why. Something about the vibrations.

Bun names are arranged in three parts.

Given Name/First Name: the name your parents give you. For example, Foxglove. Traditional rabbit names are poisonous plants for two reasons. 1: in the olden days it made memorizing poisonous plants easier. if you have an aunt named foxglove it made you think twice when someone offered you a salad with foxglove in it. 2: it was just seen as good luck to do so. Like, if you took on the name of something poisonous then you were seen as less palatable to predators. These names can be passed down to loved ones or used in memory of someone and encompass different spellings because there are a lot of rabbits and even though you and two of your cousins look up when someone shouts ‘Foxglove!’ at least on paper there are some extra h’s and c’s in there to tell you apart.

Blood Name: the equivalent to a last name that you take from your mother’s side. These names are created from combinations of the names of ancestral mates (say, Oleander and Hemlock which can be something like Olehem or Hemander) and the word ‘root’ (which is spelled differently depending on where you live on the island. Example: root, roote, rute, rhoot, rhoote, rhute, ryute, rhyute). The complete Blood Name would be something like Hemanderroot. People used to combine names when they got married but those names got real long real quick and that practice has mostly ended. There are still rabbits walking around with awful disjointedly long last names though.

Family Name: not everyone has this name and the translation from the old Lango word to ‘family’ is shaky at best. It’s basically the name that can either be given to an adoptee by their new family or chosen for yourself for whatever reason. It is very important to note that these are not nicknames and referring to them as such is pretty disrespectful.

There aren’t any vampires on the island of talking magic rabbit people.

That would be silly.

Mainlanders do have tales of leeches though.

Nasty business. Drinking water from certain lakes and rivers without boiling it first might lead to swallowing a leech egg. A leech egg that hatches and grows and melds with a person’s insides. Imitating the tongue that it eats to nothingness in both function and feeling. Becoming such a part of them that its unclear if they are two separate entities. A leech that this person now needs to keep fed if they don’t want it to tap into their blood stream and kill them both. And it doesn’t need a lot of blood in the grand scheme of things but it needs Enough and it is Unpleasant.

As for sirens, there might have been something on the island that beckoned to people on the water’s edge with convincing words and delicate outstretched hands, but its long gone.

Mainlanders Physically Can’t Come To The Island. There are only a few sapient species that can live on the island without their bodies rejecting the notion of existing there. entire species have been wiped out because they all woke up one day and ran into the sea to try and get away from something that no one has figured out yet. If a mainlander brute forced their way close enough they would black out on their vessel and either wake up swimming/turning around or in rare cases straight up die in a stress induced heart attack. Some people might find this preferable to being misgendered but I’m gonna be real with you, most don’t.

Rabbits have learned that avoidance saves more lives than warfare. Plus, heavy tanks on an island riddled with hidden underground homes probably wouldn’t be great! It could be of use in a mainland war though.

Depending on the water they’d be definitely wet and maybe drowned and sometimes Gone.

If they’re hunted over a long period of time and the scare tactics don’t let up yes. Fear Death is a thing, though they need a long period of intense anxiety for it to take hold.

Answers in order! Nope, Nope, Nope, certain dyes/pelts/metals/magic user services/plants, living bugs and old Ms. Belladonna’s prize winning jam.

Between you and me its an angel but it looks an awful lot like an Alicorn if you squint and listen to the faint whistling of its last shuddering breath.

There’s a joke on the island that every single tree is the same height. This is only half true. Every single tree LOOKS the same height from the coast. Everything is bigger the closer you are to the center.

#rabbits of downtrodden #worldbuilding for days ya'll #long post