#it's cottagecore vibes i Think right?? i do not know exactly what... cottagecore is but this Feels right

[yourwinchesterbros]

Hi darling! This is for the Sons of Anarchy ship/match-up:

𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔: I'm about 5'5, pale skin, blue/grey eyes, blonde around my face and brown then black at the ends of my hair. I have many many piercings, and I'm covered in tattoos. I'm curvy/plus size and am body positive.

𝑯𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔: Reading, writing, collecting rings, journaling, tarot. I'm also collecting as many books as I can because I want to have my own library where people can take whichever book they wish.

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: INFJ, Chaotic Good, Gryffindor, Aquarius Sun, Capricorn Moon, Aries Rising, Pisces Venus (this last one might help with the match especially). I'm a passionate person and have strong opinions. I will always stand up for what I believe in, no matter how scared I feel. I think I'm quite witty and intelligent, although I do get overwhelmed quite easily. I'm incredibly open-minded and progressive. I love to laugh and make others laugh too. I'm sensitive, and intuitive and can pick up on other people very easily. I have strong gut-feelings and kinda ... understand a person's vibe? Like I can sense someone's aura but not see their colour.

𝑨𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄: I love cottagecore, I'm very witchy but also a little grunge and gothic at the same time.

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔: Learning - especially witchcraft, watching tv, day-dreaming, listening and discovering new music, I love being at home, writing and then taking a reading break. I adore baths and constantly buy items from Lush.

𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔: (other than the usual injustices of sexism, racism, and homophobia), I strongly dislike spiders and will scream whenever I see one. I don't like close-minded people, or those who make fun of others. I hate passive-aggressiveness, large crowds and loud sudden noises.

𝑳𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆:

・Have shaved my head. Asked my stepdad for his clippers and went into the bathroom and ...hacked at my hair. It was very liberating, I think every woman should do it at least once in her lifetime

・I adore animals - I have a cat and dog! I want more but my cat is too much of a princess and won't allow any other animal in the house

・Bought a tattoo gun from the internet and I tattoo myself. I do the majority of my own piercings as well. I like to learn how to do things like that. I've kinda learned how to do hair and do mine, my mum's and my nunna's.

Sorry if this was too much, it's hard to describe oneself in a post. Thank you very much, I hope you have a wonderful day x

Man, oh man. This was a tough one. Only because I felt you were compatible with quite a few of those who wear the SAMCRO kutte.

In the end I ultimately came to making the hard decision of who I would ship you with!

Alas, I ship you with Tig Trager! I think the you two would absolutely turn heads anywhere you went. With his black features and your mostly blonde features, the contrast between you two is striking, on top, the both of you possess those captivating blue eyes.. whew. That's a good looking couple right there. Tig Trager is a man whom gains respect quickly for those who are able to stand their ground and face their fears which is exactly why you'd catch his eye in a heart beat. Your strongheaded demeanor is what makes him chase you. You're witty with your banters and he loves how it keeps him on his toes. Your intelligence fascinates him, as you voice your opinions confidently, he feeds off you and strives to be a better person all around. The fact that you can laugh easily AND make him laugh, while make light of situations is the reason he fell in love with you. Your loyalty, is one he can actually compare to his own - it's the thing you both know true and through. I'm seeing a mega power couple as I ship you two.

Head cannons

You're reserved but when trusting of him you allow yourself to be vulnerable, in return he opens himself to you, feeling more liberated than ever. The two of you would have such strong communication skills. I really think Tig would share his day to day "activities" and "business'" with you. He doesn't want any secrets.

He loves to treat you. He'll often run you a hot bubble bath and have a new book ready for read that he bought earlier on a road trip. Yes the boys made fun of him for stopping at the library, but he doesn't give it a single thought, your smile and delight every time he does this, is worth it.

He THRIVES whenever you scream at the sight of seeing an 8 legged creepy crawler. In fact, he often is the one to point them out to you as he loves the way you cry for his help to remove any spiders as it makes him feel like a knight in shining armor. He secretly loves the way you shower him in gratitude after.

You are the only one, that can touch, trim & tame his beloved hair.

He treats your animals as if they are his. He adores how much you care your four legged babies, it's most definitely one of his favorite things about you.

As for being around the club with Tig, you'd be titled old lady immediately. You would receive nothing but respect and so many thanks in regards to being the reason why Tig has somewhat become more 'sane' and 'normal'. It's their favorite joke to tell whenever you're around.

This was super fun to do! :)

#soa imagine #sons of anarchy #soa #samcro #fanfic #tig trager #i ship it

[bella-daonna]

Shae Weekend 2022 Day 4: Happy Birthday Shae! 🌱

Seeing as I didn't finish the fic I was going to post today, I instead decided to share my Shae playlist! (My shae-list)

I love you Shae! Happy birthday!

I'll paste a tracklist and a bit of what I was thinking when I added each song under the cut :)

Track 1: Country Life - The Watersons

It's just the strongest Shae vibes, both the lyrics and the folk-y sound

Track 2: Candy - Paolo Nutini

This one is less about the lyrics and more about the vibe of the music

Track 3: The Bones - Marren Morris ft. Hozier

When there ain't a crack in the foundation Baby, I know any storm we're facing Will blow right over while we stay put The house don't fall when the bones are good

The core of an MC x Shae relationship is pure, strong love. They don't need anything more than your love, and other problems that you might face together are small potatoes, because you are strong and united and can face anything together. You can rely on each other.

Track 4: Bloom - The Paper Kites

The vibe of the music is incredibly soft and sweet. Some of the lyrics are about the singer's confusion on how to articulate their love. Additionally, there's plenty of nature metaphors - cottagecore Shae :)

Track 5: Sweet Tooth - Cavetown

Guess I must be satisfactory You said you love me exactly the way I am And you know I find it hard to understand

Shae is someone who needs to be taken as they are, reassured and cherished for who and what they are. Plus Shae is sweet and has a sweet tooth - what could be better?

Track 6: I.F.L.Y. - Bazzi

I.F.L.Y. = I fucking love you, aka my feelings for Shae

Track 7: Nervous - The Neighbourhood

I feel like this reflects Shae being confused or unsure about how to show their feelings. They don't have much relationship experience, and they're a bit confused about what to do with their feelings

Track 8: Toothpaste Kisses - The Maccabees

Again, the vibe of the music is so strong. Additionally, I think that MC and Shae are the type to get very domestic really quickly, so brushing their teeth and then sharing 'toothpaste kisses' feels very appropriate

Track 9: Heartbeats - Jose Gonzalez

This is all vibes babey

Track 10: Featherstone - The Paper Kites

The Paper Kites are very Shae / Cottagecore vibes. This one I'm going with it is just musical vibes, because this song is about being in love with someone who doesn't love you back and I simply refuse to admit of that being a possibility for the lovely Shae.

Track 11: Put Your Records On - Corinne Bailey Rae

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely Sipping tea in a bar by the road side (Just relax, just relax) Don't you let those other boys fool you Gotta love that Afro hairdo

Again, this song has a lovely and soft feeling, which sounds like how I imagine being loved by Shae feels. It captures the vibe of a strong but low-key love, punctuated by daily gestures of love (making two cups of tea instead of one, saving your carrots for your partner because you know they love them, staying up to make your SO's lunch for them) rather than needing dramatic big gestures

Track 12: I Don't Know - Lisa Hannigan

If you walk my way I will keep my head we will feel our way Through the dark Though I don't know you I think that I would do I don't fall easy at all

slow but sure descent into love

Track 13: Love You for a Long Time - Maggie Rogers

And in the morning when you pick me up And all the world is quiet, 'cept the mourning dove I feel it in my body, know it in my mind Oh I, I'm gonna love you for a long time

Anyone who falls in love with Shae will stay in love with Shae

Track 14: Sweet Creature - Harry Styles

"two hearts in one home" have you ever heard something more mc x shae in your entire life?

Track 15: Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson

Are you noticing a theme? It's about how everything you need is right there. Plus Shae making MC pancakes in the morning - it's just another way they show their love.

#shaeweekend2022 #shae ndm #shae fearglas #na daoine maithe #i love you shae #shae #oc #Spotify

[fluffy-papaya]

Hermits but I decide how Gender they are (in good faith and /lh fun).

Bdubs: unhinged ferret is a valid gender. How does he do That with his voice, that is so unbelievably unfair. +2 Gender Points for the bleached mohawk. 10/10 gender.

Cubfan135: lab coats are good. I don’t know if he’s bald or has a shaved head but either way it makes for a nice combo with the beard. 7/10 gender. Eboy (beloved? beloathed? befuddled). 8/10 gender.

DocM77: evil scientist furry???? Sign Me The Fuck Up. If I don’t look human do I have to have a Gender? I thought not. Also- once again, voice?? Points added for crocs. 9/10 gender.

Etho: Impeccable Gender Vibes. Mask, white hair, ‘what the Fuck is interaction’ combined makes for one hell of a vibe middle school me would’ve loved. Smart, and yet without a brain cell, like all the cool gender kids. 11/10 gender.

False: bruh. Sword??? Sword and steampunk goggles??? I have those things in my closet right now. There is something about the jacket that makes my gender vibes tingle. please tell me I’m not the only one. 8/10 gender.

Gem: cottagecore gal! The overalls and flower crown make me smile. She gives off a gender but not The Gender, y’know? 6/10 gender.

Grian: trash man. stinky little gremlin. Mischief is a gender and he has proved it, right after proving Shenanigan and Trouble. I gotta vibe with the sweater, but he refuses to change his hair :( 5/10 gender.

Hypno: trench coat and possible crop top. hell to the fuck to the yeah. 9/10 gender.

Impulse: I did not think dad vibes were a gender until him. Cargo shorts are valid and a respectable gender pant choice. Drummer. He could probably make an afk gender farm. 9/10 gender.

Iskall: :] 10/10 gender.

Jevin: Amorphous blob in a hoodie was yet another seventh grade gender goal tbh, so I think I gotta give points for that. 7/10 gender.

Joe Hills: I do not need to explain this one. 11/10 gender.

Keralis: not a gender :( eyes scary :( but he has assigned me ASAV (assigned sweetface at video) so I gotta give him a little credit. 2/10 gender.

MumboJumbo: Y’know, if the suit look wasn’t already hella gender, the utter buffoonery that is the jumbo man would make it. No one with a Gender has a single brain cell, so thank you Mr. Jumbo for the accurate rep. 7/10 gender.

Pearl: black hoodie and shorts, highlighted hair- no joke, this is the actual middle school Gender I did have, so thank you Ms. Moon for making it 3/3. Also the name is very gender of her. 9/10 gender.

Rendog: Ladies, gentleman, everyone in between, please rise for the most Gender Man on the server, Ren-Diggity-Dog! We got a ponytail! We got suspenders! We got ripped jeans! We got a furry! 100/10 gender.

Scar: Listen. Listen. I know it is meant to be a vest but I keep looking at Scar’s skin and thinking it’s a corset. Do you see my dilemma. Do you see my problem. Half-naked wizard and cowboy are also pretty awesome genders. I respect his refusal to put on a shirt. 10/10 gender.

Stress: Like she is with all things, Stress is a pro at gender. The pink cardigan and occasional bits of murderous rage really sell the show. 8/10 gender.

Tango: …do I need to say anything? Man has gender to a T (heh), but I gotta take points off for the bug eyes. 9/10 gender.

TFC: no gender vibes, only pickaxe. Maybe branch mining does count as a gender? 3/10 gender

Beef: big, buff, bloody. I’m swooning over the gender this man has. Also another voice with extreme Gender moments, don’t sleep on this man hermitblr! 8/10 gender.

Wels: who needs an assigned gender when you can have: full body armor! I wish I could banish my evil gender clone to hell with a rap battle. 7/10 gender.

xB: the casual outfit is pretty slick, I gotta admit. I respect the gender that comes with isolation as well. Plus! APAK (assigned princess by Keralis) adds some points for him. 6/10 gender.

Xisuma: shapeshifting doomguy is not exactly a gender I thought I would ever see but goddamn do I see it. The bee and axolotl skins are both on the gender spectrum but at opposite ends. Points taken off for reasons unrelated to gender, I just really hate that he likes egg on his pizza. 6/10 gender.

Zedaph: …okay, if I gathered up 100 people with Gender and asked them ‘hey would you like macaroni for hair’ I know for a fact at least 5 of them would say yes. Obligatory maid dress mention. Obligatory Create Mod skin mention. Gender lies with the unethical experiments of a socially awkward scientist. 8/10 gender.

ZombieCleo: [smacks zombie] wait that’s a terrible idea [lightly taps zombie] this gal can fit so much Gender in her. Being undead just really adds to the point pool here, guys! Sarcasm is a valid Gender Language that I gladly respect, right beside ‘flower crown’ and ‘striped socks’. 9/10 gender.

#hermitcraft #long post #it is- hold on #12:42 and still 95 degrees #so pardon the incoherentness of the post #man this was fun #but also gender doesn’t look like a real word anymore

[kenzumekodma]

18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

apothecary witch reader au; chapter one

summary: “The price this time, stranger, is your name,” you grin, a playful glint crossing your eyes. The poor man looks like a deer caught in front of a lantern and you can’t help but laugh. “It’s not to worry, I’m no fae. I’m just interested when someone’s new around these parts.”

pairing: izuku midoriya x fem!reader, katsuki bakugou x fem!reader, tomura shigaraki x fem!reader

wc: 2272

warnings: quirkless fantasy au, lots of plot eventual smut, nothing really other than setting the scene here. other warnings will be added to future chapters a/n: kicking off kinktober with what i like to think of as a dark cottagecore au,. it’s not necessarily kinky but it gives me halloween vibes so it is what it is. this babie’s been bouncing around in my google docs since july and i’m both excited and scared to let it out. hopefully y’all will enjoy reading it as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it! while this is mostly sfw for the first few chapters, the same rules of minors and ageless blogs being blocked for interacting will still apply for my own comfort.

find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here!

Rosemary… lavender… honey… that’s it… 

You pluck a few small wedges of sun-dried lemon, rind and all, into the little jar, and slip the cork tightly into place. The way the sun is beaming through the window onto your workbench casts lace-like shadows onto the plank floor from the various herbs you have hanging up to dry. If there was any word to describe how you were feeling, it’s content. You do what you love. Day in and day out, you get to spend your evenings filling your journals with nuggets of information you’ve gathered over years of lovingly studying the plants around your little village and new flora arriving every few months with travelers and merchants.

Rain patters at the wooden roof of your cottage. A sun shower, you think to yourself. Good luck’s coming my way. You gather up the jars from your workspace into a basket, carefully grouping them together, and bring them to the front room. Bottles need to be shuffled around. You hum a little tune as you make space on the shelf over the lovingly scrawled labels. Something about this moment, this moment right here, makes you feel deep in your bones that you’re exactly where you need to be, exactly where you’re meant to be.

A polite cough pulls you from your own little world. Peeking through the half open door is a young man with curly jade hair and bright eyes to match. About your age, maybe a year younger, you’d guess. Raindrops bead on his hair, mirroring the freckles that are scattered across his face. You’re the one to break the silence. “Oh! Uhm, welcome! Sorry, I didn’t hear the bell. What can I do for you?” You set your basket on a stool and brush your hands off on your apron.

“You’re the… the, uh…” he starts, trailing off with a sheepish look. “The witch, yes,” you smile at him. “It’s alright, it’s not a dirty word, it’s just what I am.” “Right,” says the green-haired man, bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck. “A friend of mine, well, she said you sell, uh, potions…” “The precursor to potions, really,” you correct. “I supply the jar and ingredients, you have to fill it up with hot water yourself. Take this one, for example.” You pick up the jar you’d filled just moments before he came in. “There’s lavender for healing, rosemary for memory so your body remembers how to stay whole, and honey is an antiseptic and a sweetener. A spoonful of honey makes the medicine go down.” The young man nods, seemingly taking it all in. “But you can’t just eat it as it is. It’ll be a little too potent and taste too strong. Add hot water to the jar, though, and you get yourself a nice infusion that’s good to drink and helps you feel better.” You cross the room and press the jar into his hand. “Here, this is what you’re after, yeah?” He nods, a light pink dusting his cheeks. “How’d you know?” “With hands like yours, I’d wager you’ve been in your fair share of fights. Scars like that don’t come from sitting around a fire and chatting with friends,” you say, running your thumb across the rough scars on his hand, both of you still holding the jar with your other hand. “Right. How much do I, uh, owe you?” he says, equal measures of curiosity and nerves in his voice. “The price this time, stranger, is your name,” you grin, a playful glint crossing your eyes. The poor man looks like a deer caught in front of a lantern and you can’t help but laugh. “It’s not to worry, I’m no fae. I’m just interested when someone’s new around these parts.”

“I’m M-Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya,” he stutters out, a nervous chuckle hot on his tail. “Nice to meet you, M-Midoriya,” you tease. “I’m y/n l/n, and I look forward to meeting you again. Gods know you’ll probably need it.” He visibly calms at your joking, and for the first time since he walked into your shop, he genuinely smiles. A handsome smile, you think. The western sun pours golden light on his features, highlighting his strong jaw and fine cheekbones. If you hadn’t seen his hands, you’d have had a hard time thinking he’d ever even seen a fight in his life. He takes a few steps back towards the door, then turns back to you. “l/n… Thank you. I’ll, I’ll see you around?” Izuku says. “I’m sure you will,” you reply. He smiles at you, and you at him, and he closes the door behind him.

The next time you see Izuku Midoriya is much sooner than you expected. But not as soon as I’d have liked, you find yourself thinking. You’re settled into a large leather chair next to the fire at the tavern at the heart of your little town, politely half listening to Hanta Sero and Denki Kaminari go on about what they found in the woods. Something about heather for some mead, something about… toads? “y/n! Are you still all there?” Sero nudges you. “Huh? Oh! I’m sorry, I was just thinking,” you apologize. “Well how about you think on these mushrooms. Are they safe to eat?” Kaminari asks.

Not toads, toadstools. You groan to yourself. That’s what you get for thinking about the not so stranger who’d walked in just moments before. Kaminari shoves a handful of mushrooms in front of your face. “Well?” he says impatiently. You take the fungi from him and study it for a moment. A long, thin, bronze stem ending in a slim, cone-shaped cap. An exploratory sniff for good measure. “Liberty caps,” you state matter of factly. “Not something you’d necessarily want in your mushroom stew, but not toxic, no. You’ll end up seeing some things you may wish you hadn’t if you eat it, though.” You shudder, remembering your own brush with those same mushrooms in the name of building your compendium. Sero and Kaminari grin at each other. “Mushroom stew?” Sero asks. “Mushroom stew,” Kaminari confirms. He hastily pulls the mushrooms back from you and stuffs them into a medium sized leather pouch hanging from his belt. “Didn’t think I’d see you again so quickly,” says a voice from behind you, and you realize you’d lost sight of Izuku while indulging your friends. You turn your head, and you’re face to face with him. He’s bent down to your level, using the back of the chair as an armrest. He smiles at you, and you send him a delayed smile back. “Neither did I. Not to say I’m disappointed,” you say. He pulls up a stool next to your chair. “I tried your… concoction earlier. It tasted better than I expected,” he says. You hum in acknowledgement. “And? How are you feeling?” “My hand’s seen better days, but it’s improved by leagues since this afternoon,” he rubs his thumb over his hand, the cloth bandage no doubt hiding his injuries more visible now without his long-sleeved jacket on. “Thanks,” he adds. “My pleasure. It’s what I’m meant to do,” you say. He studies your face for a moment. “It suits you,” he states quietly. “Hm?” “N-nothing, sorry.” Izuku fiddles with the edge of his bandage. He opens his mouth to speak, and is promptly interrupted by the arrival of a set of mugs being placed on the table with about as much grace and care as a baby giraffe. “Is that really necessary, Katsuki?” you sigh at the blond man towering over you and your small group. He ignores your question, instead flicking his head to Izuku’s direction. “What’s shitty Deku doing here?” Bakugou asks. “Izuku,” you retort, “is endearing. And he’s here because…” you turn to him, face falling from confidence to curiosity. “Actually, I don’t know why he’s here. I didn’t think to ask you before.” “I’m just, ah, passing through,” Izuku offers. “Might stay a while, Uraraka said she has a spare room I could stay in for a bit.” He faces you a little more directly. “She’s the one who, uhm, sent me to you,” he explains. “Midoriya!” booms a tall redhead. Kirishima takes the last seat around your small table next to the fire, bringing three bowls of food with him. You pull a mug of the ale towards you and take a sip. “It’s been too long, where’ve you been?” Kirishima grips Izuku’s arm from across the table, a friendly, manly greeting you’d grown accustomed to in the few years since you had moved to the little town and expanded your social circle. “Ah, you know… Here and there…” Izuku replies. “What about you, how’ve you been, Kirishima? And Kacchan?” “Been fine,” Bakugou mumbles into a forkful of beef. “Never fuckin’ better.” You purse your lips for a moment, take a swig of ale, and stand. “You boys catch up. I want to make sure Thing One and Thing Two don’t do anything stupid with those mushrooms,” you say, and you take your leave. “One afternoon in town and you’re already holing up with the witch, hah?” Bakugou says sharply. Izuku shakes his head. “It’s not like that, Kacchan, I swear. Ochako said y/n could help me, that’s all.” “And who do you think gave Round Face that information?” Katsuki grumbles. “Just don’t go getting her pulled into a mess you can’t clean up.” “He does care, you know,” Kirishima says, a friendly smile crossing his face. “Just has a shit way of expressing it.” The redhead pushes his untouched mug of ale towards Izuku. “Here,” he offers. “You sure?” “Yeah, I’ll have y/n’s, she doesn’t drink more than a few sips of this stuff anyways.” Kiri nods. “Better than letting it go to waste.” Izuku takes the mug from Kirishima, thanking him. He takes a mouthful of the ale and lets an awkward silence slowly envelop the small group as Bakugou and Kirishima eat. “Oh, for fuck’s sake…” the three men hear your exhasperated voice ring out from across the room. “I’m taking you out of here before they kick us out for good,” you say, dragging Kaminari by the arm towards the door. Izuku squints and is just able to make out a small mushroom in Kaminari’s hand with a distinct bite mark taken out of it. “Sorry to cut it short, I’ll see you later?” you call to the three men at your table. Bakugou grunts, and Kirishima nods and waves. Izuku just smiles at your retreating form.

By the time night falls in earnest, you’ve sent Denki on his way with a bottle filled with ginger, cloves, and cinnamon already infusing into water -- it’ll need the extra time, you think -- and have settled into your chair at home with your crochet work. A knock on the door interrupts your stitch count.

“It’s not locked,” you call. “And I doubt it’d stop you if it was.” A tall blonde man opens your side door, careful to not let it creak too loudly. He crouches to sit on the footstool beside your fireplace. “You could try coming in the day sometime, Katsuki. What happened this time?” You set your work down to rummage through a cabinet of medical supplies. Katsuki stands and catches your wrist before you get too far. “Nothin’ happened,” he says. “Just wanted to see you,” he adds, quieter. The corners of your lips turn upward in a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Well, here I am,” you say. “Here you are,” he repeats, pulling you closer to him. Your eyes flicker to the hand around your wrist and he releases it. His chest stills, breath held till he sees your next move. You gently grasp the lapel of his leather coat and his chest falls. “Do you really think this is a good idea?” you ask him. “I’m tryin’ not to think,” he confesses. The fire casts a golden light over his eyes, causing them to glow crimson in the relative darkness of the room. You take his cheek in your hand and brush your thumb across his blond stubble. “Not thinking isn’t really your strong suit, Kats,” you murmur. He clears his throat. “Kaminari still actin’ like a dunce face?” Katsuki asks. You take your seat again, letting the last few moments roll off you like rain. “He’ll be fine. It only lasts six or eight hours. No doubt he’ll have some stories to tell tomorrow, though,” you say. The blond man nods, used to his friend’s dumbassery. “Why’d you really come?” you ask. Katsuki shifts. “Be careful with that damn nerd,” he says. “Who, Izuku?” your brow quirks. He lifts his chin in acknowledgement, then casts his eyes downward. “He’s not how he seems, is all. Just be careful.” “Kats, I can handle it. He needs healing, I provide. Same as I do for you and Kirishima. You’ve got nothing to be worried about,” you reassure him. “Nothin’ fucks with you, hah?” he says. His lips curl into a little smirk, and you chuckle. “Not yet, but compiling my book on wild berries did give me a run for my money,” you smile. Katsuki lets out a little laugh. His eyes meet yours. “Keep it that way, will ya?” With that, he stands, everything he wants to say bubbling under the surface of his lips, and makes for the door. “Katsuki?” you call after him. He turns to you. “Thank you. For looking out for me.” He nods once, and then he’s gone.

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic #deku x reader #deku x you #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #midoriya x reader #midoriya x you #bnha fantasy au #mha fantasy au #quirkless au #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you

[books-and-catears]

HERE WE GO AGAIN GHOST MCS JAJAJAJA

One of which- mc is tied to a small tombstone and can only be awoken by a certain song (ITS THE TEN RABBITS WHICH IS A DARK NURSERY RHYME BUT ITS SO GOOD AADBDKAGAJAAAAAAA HU TAO SINGS IT IT SOUNDS SO NICE AND GHOSTY), after you wake them up they just stay around you and sometimes cause chaos since they get protective, like per say someone was being mean, they would then take their most precious item, destroy their things, etc, protective ghost......

The other is basically, ghost mc is a very shy ghost unless there's music playing (like time adventure) they start to dance around and have a great time- they're the one who takes care of said garden, immediately flees upon the sight of others — imagine if other demons destroyed the garden and they're just,, lightly sobbing because all of their hard work is destroyed

We have feral and shy ghost mcs woowooo

I apologise profusely, now I shall mail myself to mars

With the amount of Ghost MCs I'm writing about I should officially start a whole ass Ghost MC page XD. Right so I shall have to write this in two parts.

I love these asks so much. Kindly donot mail yourself to Mars, I donot like losing my friends on random planets and if I have to drag you back I will lecture you all the way home, Satan+Lucifer style.

Shy Garden Ghost! MC

(This gives me such cottagecore vibes I frigging love it)

Lucifer

Is obviously annoyed when he can never find MC in their room. Where do they keep running off to?

Eventually finds out its the garden. Fine then if they like it so much, all the gardening chores are theirs.

MC is delighted at the offer. Spends their time pruning and watering and nurturing plants.

Doesn't talk to anyone much, just smile at everyone and go about their day. However they couldn't resist music.

Lucifer learnt that when he played one of his records and looked out the window. MC was dancing about happily, their laughter ringing through the wind.

Their feet never touched the grass once they started dancing, always floating a good few inches above ground. It only added to their grace.

He knows how shy they were so he just stands there sipping tea, watching them dance from behind his curtains. It's the favorite part of his day.

Mammon

MC is a WHAT? A GHOST? And they live in the garden?!

At first he's strangely scared even before seeing MC. But after he's told he has to take care of MC, he ventures into the garden. MC was smiling to themself, pruning some tall trees. It was strangely calming.

Great now the Garden is where he hides from Lucifer.

He gets to attached MC and also asks for more gardening chores. MC cannot possibly cut all the grass by themself!

He sees how MC loves planting flowers and herbs and takes care of them.

He often buys new seeds of fruits and flowers he thinks MC might like.

One day he comes home to find MC crying in the middle of a completely destroyed garden. A heavy storm ruined all their hard work.

Mammon just wordlessly gets to work, trying to fix everything by himself. He doesn't like seeing MC like this.

Leviathan

MC loves gardening that much? Great! They are now his partner in all the foraging games.

Levi is often impressed by how MC guesses exactly which components to combine to create the strongest items.

Both of them being shy, often blush in silence sitting next to each other. Sometimes their hands intertwine and noone says a thing. MC's were always deathly cold, but Levi loved that.

MC is the only thing that can make Levi go out of his room for fresh air. He was hesitant at first, but now he loves visiting the garden.

Sometimes he takes note of what plants MC uses in real life.

It's quiet and it's just MC doing their thing, smiling at him often. He secretly takes so many pictures.

In appreciation, he made a virtual garden identical to the one they made.

Satan

Satan is instantly impressed by MC's skills and knowledge about gardening. He is a lover of nature too after all. Especially flowers.

MC used to scutter away when first approached them in the garden. He chuckled to himself, thinking their shyness is adorable.

But he used to come to the garden so often, MC finally got used to it. Satan would sit in the grass asking or telling MC about the flowers or shrubs they'd just planted.

Sometimes they would sneak out in the middle of breaks, taking a walk and checking on the plants.

One day as they walked in hand-in-hand, MC screamed and fell down in horror. Someone had uprooted all the freshly planted plants spitefully.

Satan was gone for the whole day. He returned at night, with blood spatters on his clothes and a strange duffel bag.

He went straight to the garden to fix everything with you. He'd said that demon remains had potential to be a good fertilizer.

Asmodeus

A soft ghost MC with a flowercore aesthetic? Asmo was instantly intrigued.

But MC is so shy they hide the moment Asmo steps foot in the garden. Asmo catches them peering up at him, hiding in the middle of a bunch of flowers.

My, my, was his beauty that intimidating to you? Don't worry MC, you're just a gorgeous as he is. There is an odd charm about your slightly transculent skin.

One day he found their secret. The fact that they cannot help but dance if they hear music.

So he goes walking in the garden, singing in his gorgeous voice. How can anyone resist that voice?

MC emerges from the shadow of the trees and dances to the sound of his voice. Floating higher and higher with a smile on their face.

Asmo watches them in awe, bringing out his wings. He joins them in the sky. MC is startled at first but takes the hand that he offers. MC is too enamored by his voice.

Asmo feels like he's in a movie and loves that feeling. Just two beautiful beings dancing in the dead of the night.

Beelzebub

Beel noticed an abundance of fresh fruits and vegetables after MC showed up. He is even more thankful, when he sees MC sets aside a lot of extras for him.

He notices how MC works super hard in the garden to grow the vegetables. Especially the heavy lifting.

He doesn't waste a single second - all the heavy handed jobs are his now. He doesn't care that MC is strong enough he's here to help.

MC got over their shyness quicker around him because that's how much a calming presence he was. He helped soften the soil and also helped pluck out the bigger vegetables when it was all good.

Although he did end up eating a lot of them, MC laughed and patted his head. After all his hard work he deserved that much atleast.

One day he MC and him discovered the garden had been destroyed. Someone left behind a note "Disappear like you're supposed to, you stupid ghost".

Beel was already hugging MC and bringing them back inside when MC started crying. Later that night he said he was too full to eat. A whole demon takes time to digest.

Belphegor

Belphie's a little brat. Seeing how shy MC was - he was set to embarrass them even more.

He'd take his pillow in the garden and fall asleep exactly near the plants that MC was currently working on.

MC would squeal and skitter away at first but then got used to his presence. After all all he does is sleep.

Once as a prank, MC built a little flower crown and placed it on Belphie's sleepy head. Belphie woke up to his brothers taking pictures of him and laughing about how cute he looked.

Oh now he had more plans to annoy MC. He'd brought his DDD along and played music, hiding in some tall shrubs. And while MC danced happily, a skip and hop in their step.

He was going to send it in the group to his brothers but he was so enamored by the dancing he kept staring till he fell asleep watching it. Like a good dream.

He woke up to MC snuggled into him. They were no longer shy. Belphie put his arms around them and went back to sleep.

#obey me headcanons #obey me headcannons #obey me imagine #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me fluff #obey me game #obey me ghost! mc #obey me angst #obey me funny #obey me x reader #obey me brothers

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (3)

(c!technoblade x fem!reader)

(some people liked chapter 2 so here’s chapter 3. whether or not there’s a chapter 4 is dependent on if this one gets any comments/reblogs.)

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You’re not exactly sure when your plans for a house shifted from ‘maybe a two story house’ into ‘some kinda roman temple/shrine type building’ instead. 

Probably after the third time you had to tear down what you were building because it just didn’t look right. You’d initially not been able to go anywhere with the white quartz (you’d made a base but it looked stupid so you’d tossed it) so you’d switched it with a birch wood. That was where the problems started. First you’d tried your hand at making a cute little cottagecore house, but it just didn’t look cute to you and instead came out kinda frumpy? So you scrapped it, even though it pained you. 

“Hours wasted.”

Then you tried making another house, this one taller and with dark wood. But it ended up looking like some kind of Viking home, no matter how much you tweaked it, which totally clashed with the vibrant floral scenery around you. It would work better in a snowy biome. So you’d scrapped that one too, none too happy either.

“Why do I suck?”

Then you’d tried your hand at making a cute mushroom house! But…. it was awful. No matter what you did it just didn’t look right?? You tried making the stem ‘natural’ like it would look in minecraft but then it looked too artificial to you. Then you tried making it look more normal but then it just ended up looking wonky. Long story short.. you hated it. You scrapped it, maybe a little more angry than the previous two times. That was when you’d gone back to the white quartz blocks.

And you started with a huge square, then that sorta morphed into a circle. Or as ‘circular’ as this world’s building blocks could get. Then it just sorta.. went from there? Before you knew it you had a circular white temple/shrine with a domed and tiered ceiling and four tall stained glass windows with star and sky designs. You’d gotten into the construction as it had begun to be more fun. You’d even hung lanterns by chains from the ceiling in symmetrical points and it gave the whole place a nice vibe you think. Especially when it started raining outside.

Once it was all done to your satisfaction you just sat in the middle of the quartz floor and gazed up at the gently swaying lanterns. You’re glad you’d ended up with this place, it looks pretty and has a calm vibe you can resonate with. 

It would be dawn soon so you decided since you were done you’d go to bed since you had nothing else to do at the moment. Or well that had been the plan until you placed down your bed and couldn’t help but notice how utterly ridiculous a single bed in the corner of this huge temple looked. It actually made you snort before deciding then and there you needed a bed that somewhat matched the temple aesthetic you guessed you were going for now.

-0-

You ended up making this huge canopy bed with curtains and a platform you had to walk up a step to get to the three beds you’d put on it to look right. Under normal circumstances you’d not like such an overly lavish bed but it certainly fit the almost regal aesthetic your new temple home had. Which was just fine you supposed, it’s not like you were opposed to it. Just not what you’d planned to do from the get go.

Only problem now was.. the place still looked weirdly empty of life. Like one of those barren ‘minimalism’ nightmare homes rich people get off to. So you went through the inventory and started looking for stuff to decorate with. On the wall to the left of the entrance you set up an area for a brewing stand and cauldron as well as an ender chest, mostly just because it looked cool with the purple particles. You also hung up some item frames on the wall by the quartz counters you set up and picked out a bunch of pretty colored potions to hang in them.

Then on the opposite wall you made a little library with an alcove in the middle for an enchantment table. With a lantern on top of the bookshelf next to the crafting table and clay pots of flowers on the uppermost bookshelves to give the area a nicer look. You even added some fluffy carpet in front of the area to enhance the comfiness. And when you went over to the front door and then turned to look at the whole space you smiled because it really did look good. Larger than you’d intended, sure, but also very comfy now too.

You think you’re done with the inside until you look up at the bare walls between the stained glass windows. They were a little… naked. So you tried hanging up some paintings but… they looked terrible. The ‘round’ angle of the windows kept the options for what paintings you could put up pretty narrow. So you forgot that idea and instead tried putting up item frames! But you put some up and disliked it almost immediately. It felt way too busy so you got rid of those too. 

You were getting tired of decorating so you just grabbed a random banner (purple because why not?) and then you grabbed a handful of different colored dyes before pulling out a loom. You tried a bunch of different designs, threw out most of them because they either ended up with ugly clashing colors or looking way too busy. But you finally settled on one that was a purple banner with an orange gradient coming up from the bottom and finally a gold sun right in the middle. It looked very pretty, like a sunset!

Once you were happy you hung a couple inside then on a whim you even hung a couple outside your door on either side. It made the outside look prettier in your opinion so once you were done (for real this time) you went and just flopped into bed, not feeling more than a touch tired but with nothing else to do at the moment. So you snuggled into your big cozy bed and drifted off to sleep~

-0-

Days passed since you built your home and you kept up work around the village, planting bamboo and berry bushes in a wall around it in a circle as a form of defense against the Illagers. They were kinda jerks and seemed to only want to kill villagers. Which wasn’t cool. And yeah you could have dug a moat or pit around it instead you guessed but you didn’t want any of the villagers falling in and you felt like they would… 

So a wall of bamboo and prickly berry bushes it was. And it works! And looks dope. So win/win.

And it was as you were on your way to put some lights at the bottoms of the ponds and rivers that you noticed it from the corner of your eye. One of your sunset banners! But it was hanging up outside of the weaponsmith’s place instead of on your temple home where you knew you left it. But then you noticed another one hanging up outside the stonemason’s workshop…

You look over at your home up on the hill and see your banners still in place. And you know none of them trudged all the way up there just to steal one from the inside so you decide to investigate more in the village. And the further you walk in the more banners with your pattern on them you see. Actually every building you pass has at least one hung up somewhere near the door. You blinked before chuckling a little and thinking to yourself,

‘Oh! They all must have seen the banner I made and liked it! So they made their own to hang up. That’s actually pretty cute. I’m glad they like it.’

You were blissfully ignorant to the fact that the villagers have started to see you as their saint of sorts. Their goddess of prosperity and kindness. Without whom they would still be lost and living in pathetic huts and with no drive to acquire a skill and better themselves. They honestly look back on those times as such a dark period of their lives. When they were ignorant of their own abilities without your blessing to guide them. They owed you their lives and they wanted to show their thanks to you.

So when they saw you put up your sunset banners on your temple they quickly went to the shepherd and asked him to make them some just like it! And the shepherd, with his skill being a master thanks to your wonderful trading help, was easily able to craft such banners. Every villager had at least one by the time the sun was going down, all of them proudly being hung on the outsides of their homes and work buildings to show their allegiance to you!

But it wouldn’t stop there. The villagers wanted to give back even a fraction of what you have given to them.

-0-

In the following weeks you definitely noticed the villagers acting… odd. It started small at first, with them each coming to you and giving you gifts. The shepherd gave you a pair of blankets that were beautifully crocheted with this fluffy wool yarn, one that’d been dyed a soft baby pink while the other was a soothing sea foam color. You thanked him with a smile three times over and he seemed endlessly happy you liked them. You took them home and laid them across your bed and liked the pop of color they provided your space.

Though after that the farmer and leatherworker both met you at the entrance to your temple and each gifted you some things they thought you’d like. The farmer happily handed over a full basket of freshly baked bread along with another basket containing a bushel of golden carrots and almost a full melon’s worth of glistering melon slices. While the leatherworker offered up a pair of dainty leather sandals that looked like they would lace up your legs to just below your knees. And also what looked like a prettily crafted leather utility belt! It had lotus details and golden studs and buckles on the front and back. And one large pocket, one medium zipper pocket, and two smaller pockets. You loved all of their gifts and thanked them both over and over while safely putting the food away (and maybe eating some bread right then) and putting the slippers and belt on. 

You were beyond grateful and thought that was the end of that.

You… were wrong.

-0-

As the days turned into weeks you were lavished with more and more offerings. It took you a while to realize that’s what they were; offerings. You got a little uncomfortable with all the gifts after a bit but when you started to refuse them the villagers looked so sad so you began to accept them again. Especially after they tried to make ‘better’ stuff for you after your initial refusal, under the impression the last ones weren’t good enough for you or something. It started to get hard to take in all the gifts, because sometimes you weren’t available in the village (you still liked to explore) or because you were working on something and they couldn’t reach you. So as a solution you set up a double chest outside your temple for them to put the gifts in. 

They eagerly adapted to that and each night you’d clean out the chest, putting away practical gifts and discreetly getting rid of ones you had WAY too many of. Like the food. You had a full double chest of food and you didn’t need anymore, but saying so would probably hurt their feelings. So this was the easiest way. Plus a lot of the gifts you actually DID like. Like the sandals, hip pocket belt, and the pretty white dress you were currently wearing. The under part of it was just a simple white sleeveless mini dress that went above your knees (you’re not sure it was that shirt when you first tried it on..) and the over part of the dress was a sheer white maxi dress with loose ruffled sleeved that hung off your shoulders, and a slit on each side that helped with ease of movement.

You’d taken to wearing the dress, the hip pocket belt, and sandals every day. They were all comfortable and looked pretty good on you now that you think about it. Not to mention the fabric was light and breathable too, which helped keep you from getting too hot. You’re not sure what kind of fabric it’s made of, but whatever it is it’s light enough to not make you sweat but it’s also heavy enough to keep you from getting cold when it’s windy. Regardless, it’s your go-to outfit these days.

But aside from the offerings and stuff, you had to sit down and really examine your current position. You really took the time to pay attention to how the villagers were treating you. And you eventually came to the conclusion that they were treating you like some kind of saint or deity. They gave you the best of their wares as offerings, they took on your banner as their own (presumably as a show of loyalty), and they almost seemed to worship the ground you walked on. This isn’t even mentioning the statues that they’d put up of you… Like, they were good! Very well done and made of polished white quartz but.. it was still strange. Though like everything else you can’t say you weren’t getting used to it all.

You sighed and rolled with it. 

-0-

You realized one day you’d never been to the Nether. And you wondered if the rules here (like mobs not bothering you) was also true there? You couldn’t deny you were sorta excited to go see, but also scared. You HATED the freaking Hoglins when you played Minecraft before this place. They were always so aggressive and you can’t count how many times they’d killed you, the bastards. But your curiosity won out over your anxiety so you grabbed the enchanted diamond pickaxe you’d been given and then paused while grabbing a stack of gold bars.

“Wait I need to wear gold right? Or the Piglins will be all mad,” you said as you grabbed a gold helmet from your inventory.

You thoughtlessly went to put it on but jerked the helmet back when it clanged against something hard. Something hard that made you wince as a small shock of pain went through your skull. A curse left your lips as you asked out loud what the fuck THAT was about. You were in the middle of trying to come up with an explanation when you reached up with your free hand and flinched when it came into contact with something on your head. Something that 200% was NOT your hair or skull. Panic bubbled inside you and your stomach sank into your feet as you whipped the gold helmet up to look into its polished surface to see yourself.

Horns? Little blunt horns… On your head. 

With a shaky hand you reached up, sort of hoping this was just a dream. But when your fingertips brushed against the soft velvety texture of the horns your breathing grew faster and you pulled your hand away like you’d been burned. You dropped the helmet, not even hearing it clatter against the floor as you stumbled back, nearly tripping over the step that led up to the platform your bed was on, but you somehow managed to get to the bed and sit down.

Before you knew it you’d burst into tears and buried your face into your hands, sobbing and unable to cope with this new fuckery. 

You’ve had to deal with so much weird insane shit since ending up here, wherever the fuck HERE was. You were honestly so tired. You’ve done your best to stay calm, stay sane, and just keep going. And for the most part you have! You focused on surviving, building, and dealing with the villagers. You’d probably feel silly for breaking down over some dumb horns later, especially after you’d barely batted an eye over your weird ears, teeth, and EYES. But the breakdown was probably more to do with life deciding to give you another slice of bullshit despite your overflowing plate. At least that’s what the logical part of your mind was thinking.

But the illogical part, the emotional part, was just so done. So you cried and cried and cried your very soul out until no sound was leaving you anymore. And then, once you were cried out and exhausted you weakly crawled onto the pillows and just passed out. 

You’d deal with this new shit later.

-0-

Far on the outskirts of the opposite side of the village from your temple a young boy with golden hair stumbled across the entrance to said village. 

He’d never seen this village before and was curious. He’d have gladly stormed in and started going through villager chests for loot but it was getting close to dusk and his older brother said he needed to get back asap. Now usually he’d shrug off his brother’s bossy nature but he’d sounded worried so he decided to hurry and get back before it got too late.

But before he turned and left he marked down this village’s coordinates so he could get back to it later..

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[imaginethebeautifulworld]

Hello there! Which country/ countries do you think would love a s/o who is into cottage core? What about dark academia? Ooh! What about some aesthetics that you like??

Hello, Lovely~!

I regret to say that when I first started working on this ask, I was only going to delve a little bit into each of your questions, but my heart insisted on expanding each answer for you, and... Well...

I'll be dividing this into two different posts, as everything together is far too long to put into a single answer. ^_^;

In general, I don't think the Nations would be particularly attracted to someone for their aesthetic per say. In order to approach this, I instead tried to picture which of the Nations would likely mesh best with said aesthetics, and a few scenarios were born.

First up is Dark Academia, which kind of veers a bit more into the gothic/horror vibes than I was anticipating, but came to absolutely love as I went along.

Hope you enjoy!

Dark Academia:

Austria

Roderich has always been a perfectionist, often spends hours practising each day.

He's often finding inspiration for his compositions in seemingly the most mundane moments, has ruined many a journal and napkin with his frantic, sporadic writing, scribbling away in shorthand with almost a manic zeal.

You never fault him for it; he breathes music, each inhale and exhale just another crescendo and decrescendo in an ever-changing, uncharted symphony.

Recently however, he's lost his footing, loses his sense of direction even in his favourite concert halls.

You often catch him falling asleep at the piano, rehearsing long into the night, the calluses on his fingertips broken and crusted with dried blood.

The room is always a mess now; spilled ink coats crumpled, scattered music sheets, wax from the candelabra has melted down and solidified on the runner, one of the chairs has been broken in what you pray was an accident.

In the passing, fleeting, yearning moments when he steps away from it all, those rare moments when you coax him to eat and drink, to bathe, to sleep-

He rambles almost incoherently about the perfect symphony- frenetically, feverishly- pleads with you to help him, to ground him, to rid him of the thrice-damned refrain.

He is haunted- nay, plagued- by the song, obsessively begins to rewrite over-and-over again, cursing himself, cursing his limitations.

It kills you to see him in such a state, a witness to the near discordant harmony of anguish and ambition.

You ache to stop him, to ensure this spectre never haunts another living soul.

But you've heard it yourself, just enough to know you can't stop him.

It took only a few, hypnotic measures for you to succumb to its spell, to this dangerous, intoxicating melody that will do anything to be heard.

Belarus

Natalya is hiding something from you, something that has her constantly looking over her shoulder, has her more guarded than ever before.

You knew from the very start that she keeps secrets, knows things that you can never know- and frankly never want to know.

She drew you in with her layers, a softness buried deep, hidden behind a sharp tongue, guarded by a sharper blade.

At first glance, there is no gentleness to be found, no weaknesses to perceive.

She is quick.

And sharp.

And lethal.

Yet you knew, as you know now, there is far more to her than meets the eye, a quiet kindness and vulnerability that can only be earned with time and patience.

She used to reveal that to you, so often in fact that you had forgotten what that brusqueness even looked like.

To see her resorting to her old habits alarms you, terrifies you, has you glancing over your own shoulders even while running your usual errands.

She sneaks out a lot more these days, slipping away into darkened alleyways, disappearing into the fog and the night.

You follow her, aching for answers only she can provide, only finding more questions with every step.

A sense of urgency and desperation creeps across your skin as you walk faster, and faster, and even faster still.

You have to know.

You have to know what secrets she's hiding, why she's hiding.

In this one instance, you can't let her go on her own, can't risk her shouldering this burden of knowledge alone.

You have to help her; you have to know the truth.

She leaves behind codes written on wrappers of her favourite biscuits, messages and warnings alluding to something she's anxious that you keep out of.

Her fears only fuel your curiosity, and it isn't long until you're breaking into her safe, pouring through half-burned file folders and unmarked floppy discs.

You'll find the truth here somewhere, just as you're sure you'll figure out where she's disappeared to for the past nine days.

You continue your search for answers- both hers and your own- and know they're following you now, just as they followed her.

This is a dangerous game, and the more you learn, the deadlier it becomes.

But she's counting on you, wherever she is.

You will not rest until you find her and- together- finally expose the truth.

England

Arthur teaches you the power of words, a lesson you learn too late.

He lures you in with a bashful smile- always such soft smiles- and the perfect words.

He weaves them with practised ease and expert care, wields them as weapons only whenever truly necessary.

He always knows exactly the right words to say to you, never once stutters or second guesses, always speaks with a soft confidence that is just as beguiling and bewitching as his smile.

He introduces you to older and older texts, pages yellowed from age, the little sunlight entering the room scarcely offering enough visibility to make out each letter, to identify the source of the musty, metallic scent mingling with the dust and ancient leather.

When realisation finally strikes its fatal blow, you nearly drop the book in your alarm, its tawny sienna script striking you violently with nausea.

You frantically rush for the door, only half-aware of the creeping ivy, of the growing mist, focused only on your flight.

You're so close to escape before he's stopping you, crafting the perfect cage with a soft voice, gently luring you back in again-

Again and again as he has always done before.

Always such pretty words, always that soft, knowing smile.

You never think to question his isolation, never think to ask why he only meets you in empty corridors or forgotten rooms, never think to learn why no one else seems aware of him.

Every doubt that does come to mind, any question that arises beyond your obsessive, frantic studying-

Everything fades from thought with just the right words, whispered oh-so-gently.

It's only when you happen across an old, nearly forgotten legend that you begin to pull apart the deception, expose the hidden layers, read between the lines, and finally comprehend the gravity of your circumstance.

Words have power, he has told you- warned you- countless times.

He has always used such pretty words, such perfect words-

Words meant to charm and bind you.

Madagascar

Sakina talks in her sleep, during those few nights when your schedules sync up.

You're used to her long, odd work hours, and have long grown accustomed to her dedication to the Lab.

But she's been... off, lately.

There's a restlessness in her tapping fingers, a sense of apprehension and tension hanging around her as she pours over old reports, haunted eyes constantly drawn back to the shore.

So little of it makes sense; you've learnt enough through your time together to vaguely understand the abstracts from the dozens of articles littering her study, but you don't understand the chaotic mess of half-finished formulas and unfamiliar symbols covering her whiteboard, nor do you see the correlation to the dozens of newspaper clippings she has taped sporadically about the room.

She's taken to reciting equations in her sleep now, constantly has nightmares about... It.

She's sleeping less-and-less, has exhausted your coffee stockpiles, repeatedly begs and warns you to stay out of the water.

You're desperate to understand what is stealing her away from you, desperate for answers, desperate to save her from whatever precipice her research has led her to.

She's so lost to her research that she scarcely notices your presence over her shoulder, never seems to notice when her desk is rearranged from your own reading.

Slowly, you are starting to understand her frantic scribbles, are starting to understand the connection between all the journals that, once, seemed to have no correlation whatsoever.

You have your suspicions, you have your doubts.

Yet you can't argue with the years of evidence, can't argue the facts right in front of you.

You desperately try to convince yourself that you're wrong, that she's wrong.

But the more you learn, the more certain you are of the truth, the more you begin to dread the very thing she's been studying all along.

Thanks for the request, Lovely! I hope you enjoyed, and keep an eye out for some cottagecore soon~

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[hellomynameisbisexual]

Here's a shortlist of those who realized that I — a cis woman who'd identified as heterosexual for decades of life — was in fact actually bi, long before I realized it myself recently: my sister, all my friends, my boyfriend, and the TikTok algorithm.

On TikTok, the relationship between user and algorithm is uniquely (even sometimes uncannily) intimate. An app which seemingly contains as many multitudes of life experiences and niche communities as there are people in the world, we all start in the lowest common denominator of TikTok. Straight TikTok (as it's popularly dubbed) initially bombards your For You Page with the silly pet videos and viral teen dances that folks who don't use TikTok like to condescendingly reduce it to.

Quickly, though, TikTok begins reading your soul like some sort of divine digital oracle, prying open layers of your being never before known to your own conscious mind. The more you use it, the more tailored its content becomes to your deepest specificities, to the point where you get stuff that's so relatable that it can feel like a personal attack (in the best way) or (more dangerously) even a harmful trigger from lifelong traumas.

For example: I don't know what dark magic (read: privacy violations) immediately clued TikTok into the fact that I was half-Brazilian, but within days of first using it, Straight TikTok gave way to at first Portuguese-speaking then broader Latin TikTok. Feeling oddly seen (being white-passing and mostly American-raised, my Brazilian identity isn't often validated), I was liberal with the likes, knowing that engagement was the surefire way to go deeper down this identity-affirming corner of the social app.

TikTok made lots of assumptions from there, throwing me right down the boundless, beautiful, and oddest multiplicities of Alt TikTok, a counter to Straight TikTok's milquetoast mainstreamness.

Home to a wide spectrum of marginalized groups, I was giving out likes on my FYP like Oprah, smashing that heart button on every type of video: from TikTokers with disabilities, Black and Indigenous creators, political activists, body-stigma-busting fat women, and every glittering shade of the LGBTQ cornucopia. The faves were genuine, but also a way to support and help offset what I knew about the discriminatory biases in TikTok's algorithm.

My diverse range of likes started to get more specific by the minute, though. I wasn't just on general Black TikTok anymore, but Alt Cottagecore Middle-Class Black Girl TikTok (an actual label one creator gave her page's vibes). Then it was Queer Latina Roller Skating Girl TikTok, Women With Non-Hyperactive ADHD TikTok, and then a double whammy of Women Loving Women (WLW) TikTok alternating between beautiful lesbian couples and baby bisexuals.

Looking back at my history of likes, the transition from queer “ally” to “salivating simp” is almost imperceptible.

There was no one precise "aha" moment. I started getting "put a finger down" challenges that wouldn't reveal what you were putting a finger down for until the end. Then, 9-fingers deep (winkwink), I'd be congratulated for being 100% bisexual. Somewhere along the path of getting served multiple WLW Disney cosplays in a single day and even dom lesbian KinkTok roleplay — or whatever the fuck Bisexual Pirate TikTok is — deductive reasoning kind of spoke for itself.

But I will never forget the one video that was such a heat-seeking missile of a targeted attack that I was moved to finally text it to my group chat of WLW friends with a, "Wait, am I bi?" To which the overwhelming consensus was, "Magic 8 Ball says, 'Highly Likely.'"

Serendipitously posted during Pride Month, the video shows a girl shaking her head at the caption above her head, calling out confused and/or closeted queers who say shit like, "I think everyone is a LITTLE bisexual," to the tune of "Closer" by The Chainsmokers. When the lyrics land on the word "you," she points straight at the screen — at me — her finger and inquisitive look piercing my hopelessly bisexual soul like Cupid's goddamn arrow.

Oh no, the voice inside my head said, I have just been mercilessly perceived.

As someone who had, in fact, done feminist studies at a tiny liberal arts college with a gender gap of about 70 percent women, I'd of course dabbled. I've always been quick to bring up the Kinsey scale, to champion a true spectrum of sexuality, and to even declare (on multiple occasions) that I was, "straight, but would totally fuck that girl!"

Oh no, the voice inside my head returned, I've literally just been using extra words to say I was bi.

After consulting the expertise of my WLW friend group (whose mere existence, in retrospect, also should've clued me in on the flashing neon pink, purple, and blue flag of my raging bisexuality), I ran to my boyfriend to inform him of the "news."

"Yeah, baby, I know. We all know," he said kindly.

"How?!" I demanded.

Well for one, he pointed out, every time we came across a video of a hot girl while scrolling TikTok together, I'd without fail watch the whole way through, often more than once, regardless of content. (Apparently, straight girls do not tend to do this?) For another, I always breathlessly pointed out when we'd pass by a woman I found beautiful, often finding a way to send a compliment her way. ("I'm just a flirt!" I used to rationalize with a hand wave, "Obvs, I'm not actually sexually attracted to them!") Then, I guess, there were the TED Talk-like rants I'd subject him to about the thinly veiled queer relationship in Adventure Time between Princess Bubblegum and Marcelyne the Vampire Queen — which the cowards at Cartoon Network forced creators to keep as subtext!

And, well, when you lay it all out like that...

But my TikTok-fueled bisexual awakening might actually speak less to the omnipotence of the app's algorithm, and more to how heteronormativity is truly one helluva drug.

Sure, TikTok bombarded me with the thirst traps of my exact type of domineering masc lady queers, who reduced me to a puddle of drool I could no longer deny. But I also recalled a pivotal moment in college when I briefly questioned my heterosexuality, only to have a lesbian friend roll her eyes and chastise me for being one of those straight girls who leads Actual Queer Women on. I figured she must know better. So I never pursued any of my lady crushes in college, which meant I never experimented much sexually, which made me conclude that I couldn't call myself bisexual if I'd never had actual sex with a woman. I also didn't really enjoy lesbian porn much, though the fact that I'd often find myself fixating on the woman during heterosexual porn should've clued me into that probably coming more from how mainstream lesbian porn is designed for straight men.

The ubiquity of heterormativity, even when unwittingly perpetrated by members of the queer community, is such an effective self-sustaining cycle. Aside from being met with queer-gating (something I've since learned bi folks often experience), I had a hard time identifying my attraction to women as genuine attraction, simply because it felt different to how I was attracted to men.

Heteronormativity is truly one helluva drug.

So much of women's sexuality — of my sexuality — can feel defined by that carnivorous kind of validation you get from men. I met no societal resistance in fully embodying and exploring my desire for men, either (which, to be clear, was and is insatiable slut levels of wanting that peen.) But in retrospect, I wonder how many men I slept with not because I was truly attracted to them, but because I got off on how much they wanted me.

My attraction to women comes with a different texture of eroticism. With women (and bare with a baby bi, here), the attraction feels more shared, more mutual, more tender rather than possessive. It's no less raw or hot or all-consuming, don't get me wrong. But for me at least, it comes more from a place of equality rather than just power play. I love the way women seem to see right through me, to know me, without us really needing to say a word.

I am still, as it turns out, a sexual submissive through-and-through, regardless of what gender my would-be partner is. But, ignorantly and unknowingly, I'd been limiting my concept of who could embody dominant sexual personas to cis men. But when TikTok sent me down that glorious rabbit hole of masc women (who know exactly what they're doing, btw), I realized my attraction was not to men, but a certain type of masculinity. It didn't matter which body or genitalia that presentation came with.

There is something about TikTok that feels particularly suited to these journeys of sexual self-discovery and, in the case of women loving women, I don't think it's just the prescient algorithm. The short-form video format lends itself to lightning bolt-like jolts of soul-bearing nakedness, with the POV camera angles bucking conventions of the male gaze, which entrenches the language of film and TV in heterosexual male desire.

In fairness to me, I'm far from the only one who missed their inner gay for a long time — only to have her pop out like a queer jack-in-the-box throughout a near year-long quarantine that led many of us to join TikTok. There was the baby bi mom, and scores of others who no longer had to publicly perform their heterosexuality during lockdown — only to realize that, hey, maybe I'm not heterosexual at all?

Flooded with video after video affirming my suspicions, reflecting my exact experiences as they happened to others, the change in my sexual identity was so normalized on TikTok that I didn't even feel like I needed to formally "come out." I thought this safe home I'd found to foster my baby bisexuality online would extend into the real world.

But I was in for a rude awakening.

Testing out my bisexuality on other platforms, casually referring to it on Twitter, posting pictures of myself decked out in a rainbow skate outfit (which I bought before realizing I was queer), I received nothing but unquestioning support and validation. Eventually, I realized I should probably let some members of my family know before they learned through one of these posts, though.

Daunted by the idea of trying to tell my Latina Catholic mother and Swiss Army veteran father (who's had a crass running joke about me being a "lesbian" ever since I first declared myself a feminist at age 12), I chose the sibling closest to me. Seeing as how gender studies was one of her majors in college too, I thought it was a shoo-in. I sent an off-handed, joke-y but serious, "btw I'm bi now!" text, believing that's all that would be needed to receive the same nonchalant acceptance I found online.

It was not.

I didn't receive a response for two days. Hurt and panicked by what was potentially my first mild experience of homophobia, I called them out. They responded by insisting we need to have a phone call for such "serious" conversations. As I calmly tried to express my hurt on said call, I was told my text had been enough to make this sibling worry about my mental wellbeing. They said I should be more understanding of why it'd be hard for them to (and I'm paraphrasing) "think you were one way for twenty-eight years" before having to contend with me deciding I was now "something else."

But I wasn't "something else," I tried to explain, voice shaking. I hadn't knowingly been deceiving or hiding this part of me. I'd simply discovered a more appropriate label. But it was like we were speaking different languages. Other family members were more accepting, thankfully. There are many ways I'm exceptionally lucky, my IRL environment as supportive as Baby Bi TikTok. Namely, I'm in a loving relationship with a man who never once mistook any of it as a threat, instead giving me all the space in the world to understand this new facet of my sexuality.

I don't have it all figured out yet. But at least when someone asks if I listen to Girl in Red on social media, I know to answer with a resounding, "Yes," even though I've never listened to a single one of her songs. And for now, that's enough.

#tiktok #queer education #bisexual education #queer nation #bisexual nation #bisexuality #lgbtq community #bi #lgbtq #support bisexuality #bisexuality is valid #lgbtq pride #bi tumblr #pride #bi pride #bisexual #bisexual community #support bisexual #bisexual women #bisexual people #bisexual youth #bisexual activist #coming out bisexual #bicurious #bicuriosity #bi positivity #bisexual info #bi+

[anystalker707]

You're like art

Pairing: Gerard x Reader Word counting: 1 603 Genre: Fluff / Cottagecore Summary: Gerard and (y/n) have a peaceful day, painting by the lake and laying down on flower fields

Requested on Wattpad

Gerard and I have been planning it for a time already, but the universe never seemed to comply with us until today, when the sun finally decided to show up in a day when we're completely free from any appointment. We shared the same thought as soon as we woke up, even without having changed any word. Our equipment has been prepared for a long time so we wouldn't waste time before just grabbing it to go, leaning against the wall of the bedroom, to a point a thin sheet of dust covered them objects when we moved to grab them.

I organize a bag with food and a few drinks since we obviously won't be returning so soon and make sure we have everything for us to leave.

We have had lunch about half an hour ago, in a way the sun is bright and high in the sky once we leave our house, but it isn't exactly a problem since the place we're going to isn't far from here and perfectly shaded by trees at this time of the day. The warm embraces us like a warm hug from the woods once we start walking into it, proving we were right in choosing lighter clothes to wear.

"Did you grab the solvent?" Gerard asks, voice muffled among the sound of the wind going through the tree's leaves and the dry ones cracking under our feet along with twigs. The woods so silent, yet so loud.

"Of course, I had left it along with the paints already," I tell him, glancing at Gerard with a smile before I press a kiss to his cheek.

Thankfully, the lake soon comes into view.

The lake isn't that wide, water almost completely clear as it is surrounded by bright green grass which covers the way until the small plants start turning into trees. Lilac flowers grow on a few points, along with a few yellow ones, giving the place an even more pleasing, comfortable, warm vibe.

Both of us have been working on a painting together – we made sure of bringing it with us today so we can work more on it. Maybe it's the excitement for doing everything, the whole time we spent wanting to work on this, even the setting, but the need to paint is so great. Seeing the paint laying around, having stains of paint all over our hands, observing the delicate result of the soft brushes against the canvas are almost like if a necessity as important as eating, right now, making us feel like the lack of it will drive us to death, in a way.

Gerard observes me throwing a blanket over the grass before he takes a seat beside me, carefully placing the canvas down on the ground. We start organizing everything, the brushes, bottle of solvent, paints and palette, along with the cloths to clean the brushes on. Bringing the stand wasn't really an option since it wouldn't be exactly convenient, so the ground it is.

A sigh escapes my lips as I observe Gerard carefully starting to fill the palette with paint and mixing the colors carefully to reach the tone he wants.

The sunlight casts over Gerard, squirming between the leaves and making its way through the trees, creating light spots that illuminate his pale skin and create beautifully contrasted shadows, giving Gerard a baroque air, which gets even richer when his eyes are illuminated the right way.

"What?" Gerard asks, a shy smile taking over his lips when he notices I've been observing him.

"You're just so beautiful," I tell him the truth with a smile, watching it as his cheeks gain a red tone with the compliment and his eyes drift downwards.

"It's just because you love me." Gerard turns back to the painting, thought noticeably happy with the compliment. "C'mon, paint with me, quit gazing at me so much," he teases lightly, momentarily pausing his actions to pull a dark strand of hair away from his face, hooking it behind his ear.

"Sure, love." Despite my words, I instead move to grab the polaroid camera from the bag and proceed to take a picture of Gerard. He only notices it due to the sound of the picture being taken.

"Hey!" He glares playfully, humming as he leans in closer to me. "Let me take a look."

The picture slowly appears on the small piece of paper and I smile pleased with it, though it absolutely doesn't make justice for Gerard and the beauty he holds right now. He doesn't share the same thoughts. I roll my eyes, giving his arm a light slap. "Let's paint," I say as putting the camera aside and finally moving to help him with it.

At some point, the attention we once gave the paint is reduced to neglect since we end up getting more distracted with snapping multiple pictures of each other, giggling as we roll around on the grass. I take more pictures of Gerard, easily snatching the camera from him, managing to capture all the moments in which he's giggling or trying to act angry at me. Gerard quickly tries to solve this and, before I can notice, he's straddling my hips to prevent me from moving and taking uncountable photos of me like I did to him moments ago.

"I guess we ran out of paper..." Gerard mutters, furrowing his eyebrows as he presses down on the button a few times, but nothing comes from the camera. He just stares at it in frustration, pouting.

"'Seems like it," I say with a sigh, calming myself down after all the laughter. My hand runs up and down Gerard's thighs in an affectionate motion while I observe him still fidgeting with the camera. "I didn't think we would take this many of pictures, so..."

"Sounds fair." Gerard puts it away and his expression changes into a loving one once he turns to me again, hands taking place on my shoulders. His lips meet to mine in a sweet kiss, his hand cupping my neck as his thumb traces my jawline softly. He pulls away at some point, but quickly pulls me to a kiss again, humming quietly against my lips. "We should go to the flower field nearby. You know how beautiful it gets during the sunset."

"Of course," I say with a smile, brushing my nose against his lightly. "There will be no problem if we leave our things here, right?"

"Well, if anyone wants a halfway done painting and pictures of two random strangers being weird... good for them, good for them," he says sarcastically and both of us break in chuckles. "Let's go." Pecking my lips, a last time, he moves to stand up.

We grab the cans of tea we brought with us and head towards the flower field. There's a small space on which we like to lay, mainly because we end up not damaging any of the flowers due to the lack of anything but grass there. The flowers aren't too tall and are the same lilac and yellow ones from around the lake, giving us a notion of their origin, though the field holds a greater variety of flowers and colors.

I press my lips to Gerard's suddenly, stealing a kiss from him and continue pressing kisses all over his face, what has him giggling. "I won't be able to drink my tea, that way," he complains, but all I do is to roll my eyes and press a kiss to his pouting lips. He stares and I can't help but to chuckle.

The sun is starting to set itself down in the horizon when we start sipping on our drinks and I start observing the field, which's down a hill that ends in another clearing in the woods. Gerard resting his head against my shoulder brings me back to reality – I observe him for a moment and sigh happily, pressing a kiss to his head.

Everything is quite peaceful. Our cans are empty by the time the sun has almost completely hidden itself behind the hills in the horizon – casting bright and beautiful colors on the clouds standing in the way of the sunrays – and we set them aside to get it again when we leave. We lay back on the grass to watch the sky, side by side, hands holding onto each other.

Gerard's fingers play with mine, in an almost tickling sensation because of how gentle his touch is. His hand wraps itself around mine again, giving it a squeeze before Gerard is rolling over onto his stomach and bringing himself up on his elbows, looking at me with a loving gaze, one that has me feeling my heart fluttering.

"You're losing the sunset," I whisper for no apparent reason, but it feels like the atmosphere is too delicate even for a loud voice tone.

"Why would I?" Gerard has an amused air on his expression, speaking with such a certainty, in the same quiet tone as me. "You're much more beautiful. I prefer to appreciate you."

"There'll never be a sunset like this again, yet, I'll continue like this for a long time," I tell him.

"And you'll never be under the light of a sunset like this again, so I guess I have the right of choosing my priorities." It's clear he isn't able to hold back the grin his lips part into and he seems pleased with how he makes me flustered, wordlessly bragging about it by pressing an unexpected kiss to my lips.

#gerard way #gerard way imagine #gerard x reader #fan fic #fanfiction #oneshot #imagine #x reader #mcr #mcr imagine #fluff #emo #my chemical romance #writing #cottagecore #request! #my post

[gaytransbimbo]

what do you think the political views of the wilds characters are?

ooo this is interesting. well i’m gonna start with a disclaimer and say that the girls are still only 17 with a lot of stuff to process so a lot of this might rather vague and not precise and this is very much just for the fun of it so yeah. also this is gonna be long lol

dot: anarcho-communist. a worker at heart how could she not support the liberation of the working class? also she just thinks living in a nonhierarchical coercion-free society would be super neat.

toni: leftist/(anarcho?)communist. very by the book, all for the liberation-seize the means of production kinda gal. strongly disagrees with electoral politics, doesn’t believe in the concept of nation states and sure as hell doesn’t believe that the US has any legitimacy whatsoever. no borders no gods no masters

fatin: growing up uber rich made her a bit indifferent to politics. she believes in equality of all people and will call out racism and homophobia and other isms but she never had to dig deeper into it. socially liberal fiscally never thought about it

martha: she doesn’t follow politics as in parties and delegates. she follows a belief based system: every being on earth deserves to be loved and respected and hatred will NOT be tolerated in any form. she focuses on spreading kindness rather than getting into political debates and their technicalities. she is a pacifist over all

shelby: oh boy just a confused mess. shelby has been echoing her fathers words for all her life but she is now realizing that his worldview is toxic and full of hatred. she is just now stepping away from that and she needs time before she figures out what exactly she believes in. but deep down shelby is a very kind and sweet soul and she likes helping people. with Toni (and martha) on her side i see her getting radicalized and throwing herself to mutual aid

leah: right now i think leah is kind of a centrist? but mostly because she probably never thought about it and just went with whatever her parents say and they scream liberals to me. like they loved obama, gushed over clinton and probs think when biden was elected every problem was magically solved. but i can see leah growing into a very active and fierce feminist. she just needs some positive role models like AOC. she’ll eventually join the soc dems imo

rachel: pre island rachel was swept up in the capitalist myth of “if you work hard enough you’ll get rich and achieve your dreams”. but she learned that’s not true the hard way and now just like shelby she has to reinvent herself. honestly idk i feel like she would be a bit passive and just take the time to take care of herself without getting too involved. cottagecore rachel headcanon where she just lives a happy and quiet life by a lake lmao

nora: lowkey also a leftist. idk just the vibes. i am sure the whole thing with gretchen would radicalize her and she reads so many books you know? i just feel like she would be one of those people who go to the protest with a first aid kit and milk cartoons just in case someone needs help.

#a little torn on what i see toni as #lowkey see her as an anarchist but also can see her as a commie #well it doesn’t matter she is a leftist both those ideologies are close ish #the wilds #asks #what a wonderful ask thank you #is this too biased towards the left? idc i love them they can’t be fucking liberals

[rice-pudding-slaps]

!!! THANK U

tagged by: @still-not-a-witch

Name/Nickname: I shall not share my name, but you may know that my friends call me Cereal Box

Gender: You know when you go out to eat and you ask for a coke but they dont have coke, so they offer you sprite.

And you dont dislike sprite but is not what you wanted, but you are really thirsty so you drink sprite.

And you spend the whole meal thinking "Man this would be better with coke". And you know it would be. But is not terrible having sprite. And you are really salty bc is not horrible but is not quite right? yeah

Star sign: Fun fact. I have no fucking idea. I could be Capricorn or Aquarius, but no one can figure which I am.

Height: short.

Time: uhhh 22:01

Birthday: January 20th!

Favourite Band: Don't really have one? I dont usually follow bands just listen to the songs. THO I would say 31 Minutos counts so im gonna say 31 Minutos

Favourite Solo Artist: Oh fuck this is hard. Silvio Rodríguez is definetly up there. Also Violeta Parra I adore her. And Ricky Montgomery also has a special place in my heart! (Very different vibes lmao)

Song stuck in my head: Cake to Bake from Aarzemnieki, The Starry Night from Starry (Musical) and Jellicle Song For Jellicle Cats from CATS share the podium today

Last movie I saw: CATS (1998)! which surprises exactly no one

Last show I saw: Brooklyn Nine Nine just now!

When was this blog created: About 5 months ago

Why was this blog created: I got into Cats and was starving for more content and instagram wasnt providing enough. So I came here!

What do I post: Mostly just Cats stuff. Tho sometimes I scream in spanish to the void

Las google search: uhhhh "How to look up the history of a cellphone's calculator"

Do I have other blogs: Nope! Just this one. Dont really plan on that changing. Im just here for Cats

Do I get asks: Not really! But I would absolutely love to! Im always open to chatting

Why did I chose my url: So there is this line in Bustopher Jones that mentions rice pudding, and I was so intrigued by it. Cuz I thought it was some flan with rice.

It was arroz con leche. I looked up the recipe and had that epiphany. I had to use it somehow. That absolutely broke me.

Following: 212

Followers: 125

How much sleep do I get on average: A good amount tbh! 5-6 hours of sleep!

Lucky number: 108. I will not explain further

What am I wearing: Hoodie, shorts and leg warmers!

Favourite food: CINNAMON ROLLS AND RED VELVET COOKIES. I love sweets so much. AND CALZONES ROTOS MMMMMM i would kill for those rn

Nationality: Chilean! From the land of the conchesumadres

Favourite song: Uff. That one is really hard. I would probably say Ojalá by Silvio Rodríguez rn.

3 favourite fictional universes to live in: First one Fairy Oak books. No questions asked. Peak cottagecore and wizardy. *chef kiss*

Pokémon! I know, cliché, but is just one of my childhood games I could not leave it out.

My neighbour Totoro. God, the peace and tranquility... please let me live there forever.

Tags tags tags: @0zzysaurus @la-isla-de-circe @per-the-jellicle-magician

(Obv just if yall want!)

#rice rambling and talking

[my-arlington-academia]

Cliffany part 2

O-kay, and that’s it! I don’t know if I’ll write a continuation tbh since it was just a silly little idea that came out of nowhere. (Although I did have some ideas for more!) I haven’t really been active on my fanblog lately so it’s not like it’ll make much of a difference though haha. By the way, I’m thinking about making my blog more "Dulcet-oriented" rather than just SE. I hope you guys don’t mind? Recently, I’ve been getting more and more into Black Tarot! So expect my blog to change a lil 🔮🕯🌌

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It had been a couple of days now since Tiffany’s last interaction with Claire, and while she was still ignoring her like before, Tiffany’s efforts in doing so had increased. The moment she spotted her in the corner of her eye, she would move at a faster pace, as if running away. Was it guilt after all? No, she just didn’t have the energy to deal with Claire’s annoying and unnecessary empathy. The empathy that she knew she didn’t deserve which made her feel even more frustrated towards Claire.

All she should be worried about right now is getting more followers on Instaglam, not avoiding a nobody like the plague. On that note, spring was coming soon, the flowers started to blossom and the days were getting longer which meant... that the "cottagecore" tag on insta would go trending soon, no doubt! And of course, living on the Arlington campus as one of its students, this gave Tiffany the access to its beautiful garden. Although honestly, she only ever went there to take pictures and this time wasn’t any different. She had prepared some tea sets and dresses for the occasion, all of which she would throw away once spring went away along with its "trends."

Carried by her confident footsteps, she walked to the garden. That confidence was only a facade though. She knew exactly what kind of people and who in particular went to take strolls quite often in this goddamn garden. But hey, it was 7pm and the sun would soon start to set. Knowing that Claire always arrives 15 minutes in advance to any meeting and most likely always wakes up at 6am, there was nothing to be worried about. Chances are, she was either doing her homework before going to bed like a goody-two-shoes or watering her weird-ass plants. Tiffany always had the horror of seeing these at Raquel’s parties. It just didn’t fit at all with the rest of what was going on in the room and ruined the whole "party" vibe.

In any case, there she was, searching for a good spot to take pictures and set up a fake picnic. That basket filled with different colored blankets, tea sets, biscuits, tea and a pie was way heavier than Tiffany had initially thought. Maybe she really should’ve asked for collab pictures with Trisha from the fine arts department. She didn’t really like her but when it came to follower count they were surprisingly close, although Tiffany was still number one of course. Still, if she had asked for a collab they could’ve carried those heavy props together.

After finding a good spot next to the pond, Tiffany set everything up in an aesthetically pleasing manner and got down to taking the pictures. She was taking different shots to post them one by one throughout the week and give out the illusion that she was taking those the same day she posted them. She was ready to upload the first one, call it a day and go back to the dorms without touching any of the tea or cakes. It’s all just useless calories anyways. As she was putting the tags on the picture, she started wondering what were the names of those flowers in the background.

"Ugh, fuck. What are those orange shits called again?"

"Marigolds."

"Ah right, thank y-"

Tiffany immediately snapped her head back. This annoyingly gentle voice could only belong to one person.

"...What the fuck, Claire. Where did you pop out from?!"

There’s no was she was there the whole time, right? It’s true that Tiffany could get lost in what she was doing once she was focused but it wasn’t to the point where she became completely unaware of her surroundings.

"I came by a few minutes ago... Y-you looked so invested in what you were doing that I didn’t want to bother you! I didn’t mean to pry."

Well, Tiffany could always upload those damn pictures from her room. Claire’s arrival just meant that it was time for her to leave. However, seeing that Tiffany started packing up her things, Claire panicked thinking that it’s her fault. Which was in fact, her fault... in a way.

"O-oh! You’re not going to finish your picnic? I’m so sorry, I’ll just leave! Throwing all of this good food away would be such a waste-"

"Are you fucking dumb?"

Did she not get that this was all only a set-up for taking pictures? It was obvious that Tiffany didn’t have any intention of eating or drinking any of that. Not to mention that after everything that happened the other day, she was still not scared of approaching her?

"I don’t give a damn about the food, it was just for my social media accounts you dumb bit- ... dimwit. I was already done anyway so you don’t have anything to do with the fact that I’m leaving."

"I see! T-then maybe I can help?!"

Help? What did Claire even know about- Actually, on second thought. This whole "cottagecore" shtick was a great fit for Claire. She probably already had all of the things Tiffany bought last week for those pictures, even better and more authentic-looking ones probably. This was maybe the one and only time Tiffany would let Claire "help" her. But from her point of view, she was mostly just using her.

"Hm. Is that so? How can you help me then... Claire."

"Wait just a second! I’ll be back right away!!!"

She ran immediately towards the dorms. Well, she'll probably bring a bunch of random stuff. In the end, Tiffany was really torn between the idea of staying and waiting for who knows how long and the idea of leaving right now. Surely, Claire would make a hilarious expression when she’d realize that she was played with and abandoned. While trying to laugh it off, Tiffany accidentally remembered what happened a few days ago, along with Claire’s crying face. Damn... Okay, fine. She’ll wait for her but only because it would be annoying if she bawled again like a damn toddler.

And so she waited until, from the corner of her eyes, she saw a girl with a pink dress running towards her. That girl, of course, being Claire. She carried a picnic basket with her too, but much bigger and more practical. For half a second, Tiffany thought that Claire actually looked maybe, just maybe, a little bit pretty. She erased the thought in a hurry, covering it with harsh words as usual.

"Wh-why did you change your clothes? You think I’m gonna take pictures of you?"

"Ah, no, well..."

Claire looked at the beautiful picnic set-up and the cyan dress Tiffany was wearing.

"I just wanted to fit in with the rest of what you put up, I guess. Also, don’t you think that we kinda match? I brought some of the cookies I baked and my favorite teas and tea set. I think mine will look better with your picnic blanket! Uh- N-not to say that yours looks bad!!!"

She was trying so hard to make herself likable that it was painful to see... and kinda cute. God, Tiffany was really hating her thoughts today. She was just going soft because of Claire’s aura or something. Again, this was definitely the first and last time she was letting Claire help her with anything. I’d be bad if she turns completely brain-dead and clueless like her.

"...Whatever. Show me what you got. I’ll decide if it’s good enough."

Claire was pulling everything out of the basket one by one. Everytime, better and better items were pulled out after the other. Her cakes and cookies gave off a "homey" feeling which was more fitting with the aesthetic rather than Tiffany’s store bought patisseries. Claire was staring at her, wide-eyed and excited.

"W-what do you think, Tiffany? It looks good, doesn’t it?!"

"Uh. Yeah, it’s fine, I guess. I’ll take a few pics."

That was a lie. This looked so much better than the try-hard bullshit Tiffany had done. She was good at riding on the "trend wave" but Claire was a natural when it came to this one specific thing. Tiffany was trying to look as poker-faced as she could so as to not show her satisfaction, but clearly, her apparent enthusiasm for each shot was  betraying her. Sometimes, she would accidentally take one with Claire in the shot and ask her to move.

"Hey. You’re ruining the picture with your ugly fac- dress. Move to the right."

Before Tiffany could even do anything about it, Claire was already pouring some tea into 2 cups.

"Woah woah woah, put the teapot down. I didn’t agree to this."

"But...This is a kettle, Tiffany. Not a teapot."

"Oh, shut it!"

Claire gave off such a dejected face that Tiffany, once again, felt like she was kicking a poor puppy to the ground. She held back on going off on a rant.

"But we’re already here and the weather is so nice! It would be such a shame not to use any of this at all..."

Claire looked around, observing this beautiful setting, not to mention, the sun was finally starting to set. Going home right now would be like an insult to the utter beauty of this scene, it almost looked like it came right out of a fairy tale picture book. Without mulling it over any further, Tiffany took a sip out of her cup.

"I’m only doing this because I feel compelled to, got it?"

Claire’s eyes lit up nonetheless.

"Alright! Please try out my cookies too!"

Tiffany contemplated them for a second... is it true that home-made stuff is more healthy? Surely, that’s just a myth, right? A cake from the store and a home-made cake will have about the same amount of sugar in them regardless of who made them and how. Well, she did see Claire share her food from time to time with her friends and while she would never admit it, it is true that she was a bit curious about trying them herself. What was the last time she had eaten anything "home-made"? Or did it ever even happen?

"...Okay, whatever. I bet they taste shitty."

Tiffany reluctantly took a bite... It was surprisingly really delicious!

"It’s bad."

"R-really?"

As much as she wanted to lie about it, she couldn’t after seeing Claire make that dejected face again.

"Uhhh. No, um. Hmm... On second thought, it’s pretty average. It’s okay-ish."

Tiffany really hated herself right now. Being mean has never been this hard before. She couldn’t wait for the moment where they would be done with this ridiculous play-pretend and go back to her room. She tried drinking and eating as fast as she could without making it look like she was in a hurry to run away from this awkward situation. And God, it was so fucking hard...

Unsurprisingly, they were both pretty silent the whole time. Well, it wasn’t like they had anything to converse about or things in common. Right as Tiffany was about to get up and pack up her belongings, for real this time, Claire spoke up. Nervously fiddling with the hem of her dress.

"Um. So you know, I have something to confess to you, Tiffany."

Oh God, not now. As much as Tiffany found this timing annoying, she couldn’t help but poke fun at that poor choice of words.

"Confess? Oh my, so you like me in that way, huh? That explains everything."

"Wha- N-no! That’s not it! I mean, realistically speaking, t-that would never even happen!"

Was she implying that she could never like someone like Tiffany? Well, Tiffany herself was the one who brought this up but she was a bit offended at that statement. Regardless though, the way she was trying to deny it so hard was kinda cute. No. Not cute at all! If this went on, Tiffany would really become crazy before the end of this day.

"Last time, you said that I was only being kind towards others to profit off of them and I didn’t say anything but... that wasn’t true at all! I always wanted to help you because I thought that you needed it, I swear. Not to satisfy myself! ... Well. Except maybe..."

"Except...?"

"T-today. I admit that I kind of had ulterior motives."

Now that piqued Tiffany’s curiousness right away. Suddenly, she didn’t want to leave as much anymore if it meant that Claire would finally admit that she did some things for her own benefit. Why was it? Did she want to post a picture of herself on Tiffany’s Instaglam to fish for compliments, knowing that she had a lot of followers? Claire hid her face behind her hands and muttered a few words.

"I... wanted you to warm up to me."

"...Huh?"

That’s it? That was it? Claire’s ulterior motive was for Tiffany to "warm up to her."?

"So like, you want us to be friends or some shit?"

"Oh no! Not necessarily that far, just... good acquaintances!"

Is she stupid? There’s no way that she genuinely thinks those "motives" are bad. Tiffany sighed in exasperation.

"Listen. I’m just really tired right now, I don’t have the energy to assimilate all the shit you’re saying. I’m packing all of this up and going back to the dorms."

In complete silence, they gathered all of their belongings and walked to the dorms while keeping a fair distance between the 2 of them. As if to say, "we’ve got nothing to do with each other." Surprisingly, Claire didn’t try anything anymore. Didn’t even wish for a "good night" or a "good evening" which was weird to say the least. Tiffany tried to ignore it and when she got back and unpacked all of the props, she noticed something that didn’t belong to her. One of Claire’s lunch boxes with cookies in them and... a note?

Here’s my number just in case ;3 Please give me my lunchbox back once you’re done eating the cookies!♡

"...Your note makes me wanna barf."

So that’s why she didn’t try anything. That sneaky little... she must've slid that into the basket when they were packing. She already knew that Tiffany would eventually be forced to talk to her again... as if! Who says she’ll return it? She can just throw all the cookies away along with the box... Or so she thought. Tempted, she took a bite, then another one. And another one. Her diet was ruined for sure now. Damn you Claire and your stupidly great cooking skills, as if you needed another skill to be better and more perfect than you already are. Tiffany put the box away, trying to forget the delicious taste and smell. Back to Instaglam she goes. Uploading the picture while adding the "marigold" tag on it. Going through the pictures again, she noticed that some of them had Claire in the corner. She was thinking of deleting them but... well whatever. She can just crop her out later if needed. Her dress looks pretty so it’s fine even if she does appear in the pictures. All we see is a bit of her hair, as long as her face isn’t visible, it’s okay. Yup. It was totally not because Tiffany was slowly starting to feel something towards the girl she was trying so hard not to get involved with.

#sweet elite #claire durand #tiffany #cliffany #crackship #fanfics

[luna-helps-writing]

Okok first of all im so sorry for how mant fandoms im gonna put- But can i have a match up? The fandoms are the hobbit, star wars, marvel, and harry potter (im so sorry i could not choose im sorry)

I am currently identifying as a girl though ive been on the edge of enby for a while i am bisexual and use she/they pronouns. I am 5‘4 with brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin.

I am pretty quiet upon first meeting me but once i get comforatble I can be very hyped up and rambunctious. I am into the arts and film.

I love cottagecore vibes and frogs. I am a cancer. I hate math. Im sorry i never know what to say for these.

I love climbing trees and I want a sword. I have adhd and a very bad attention span.

I hope thats enough! If not dm me again im sorry that i put 4 f*cking fandoms I just couldnt choose

I don’t mind the many fandoms! You didn’t really specify in Star Wars, so I’ll do Star Wars in general. If you wanted a specific Prequel ship instead of Star Wars in main, please send me an ask again, and I’ll edit it! I will not write in The Mandalorian and The Clone Wars since I didn’t know if you would like these. If you do want to know them, send me another ask and I’ll add those two for you!

For the Hobbit, I ship you with Kili!

• Will 100% help you through identity crisis, which is fun because he actually has no idea how it works. He’s just there for you and calls you every pronoun you wish him to call you.

• He will absolutely gush about attractive people with you, because -obviously- he is bisexual too. That scene in Rivendell said everything for me.

• He is very hyped too, so combine you two and there will be absolute havoc around the mountain. Not that you mind, since you’re the culprit of it all.

• I don’t know where, but somewhere on Tumblr I found a headcanon that Kili is actually a math genius and I really liked it, so I’m using that right now. There will sometimes be problems at the table and Kili loves solving these! Whenever he’s ranting and explaining the question, you just roll your eyes and busy yourself with something else.

• Listen: this sweetheart will get you a sword for your birthday. Even better; he made you one himself. It’s the best thing you own now.

• Both of you have very short attention spawn, so it usually ends in the two of you accidentally breaking things in the throne room or pranking Fili or Thorin.

For Star Wars, I ship you with Rey!

• Will absolutely buy a little cottage somewhere on Endor and spend the rest of her days there. When she said “I’ve never seen this much green in the universe” I would immediately assume she’d love the forest planet.

• It took some time for the two of you to really get to know each other, since you both can be a tad bit shy, but when you did connect, everything just fell into place.

• Has no issue with your gender identification and will say exactly what you want her to say. She was actually very interested in genders at first, so you took your time explaining it to her.

• As a jedi, she must have a good attention spawn, which you don’t have. At all. She’ll be training in the woods somewhere as you’re running around in the distance one second and climbing in a random tree the other. She sometimes messes with you and pushes you into the tree further, which you only love more.

For Marvel, I ship you with Thor!

• He is such a himbo. Specifically in his first two movies, yet gender might be one of the things he actually understands as Loki struggled a lot with it. He immediately knows what you’re trying to say and will help you without you even asking for it.

• He might seem very serious in the Avenger movies, but we know him; He’s a child. He will have tree climbing competitions and will give you all the swords you want, which was fun at first, but now you need an extra room for it. You also haven’t found the heart to tell him that you can’t just walk around on the street with a sword.

• He will be the first one to engage in random activities, knowing almost exactly when your brain tells you to do something else. He found the craziest things to do, but somehow, you always enjoy. This one time, you ordered three 20 chicken nugget packs at McDonalds and played Jenga with it. It might’ve been the most competitive game yet, as you were allowed to eat the pieces you won.

• He is a math disaster too, don’t worry. If a problem comes your way, the two of you literally ignore it. In the supermarket, he always buys a pack of apples instead of a bag since he otherwise has to count how much money the damned fruits are.

For Harry Potter, I ship you with Luna Lovegood!

• You had me at cottagecore vibes. I knew exactly who to pick. She has a dream of buying a cottage along a sea coast, just as one her father has, only more organised.

• Also loves frogs. She will probably give you one of these tropical frogs for your birthday. Don’t ask her how she got it though. It’s probably something illegal.

• We know Luna; she isn’t shy, she’s just different. When you first met, you had no idea what to think of her, but things clicked quickly and she let go of her natural behavior around you.

• Will absolutely do art with you. She’s not quite as good at it as you are though, but you appreciate her gestures nonetheless. She will also help a lot with your film hobby. Whatever you need her to do, she’s right there for you.

• Luna can be busy with things for hours, but you can not. She realizes this reasonably quickly and always makes sure you have something fun to do when you’re done with your previous activity.

I hope it’s what you wanted! Stay safe during these times please❤️

#self insert quotes #match up #requests #requests are open #send asks #luna x reader #rey x reader #kili x reader #thor x reader

[letters-from-r]

Windy by JEON SOYEON: A Review

So last July 5 Soyeon released her first mini album as a solo act, 'Windy' which takes its name from her alter-ego. It is written, composed, and arranged by Jeon Soyeon with the help of a few professionals in the industry.

This is my review of the album.

#1 BEAM BEAM

The title track 'BEAM BEAM ' is an absolute summer bop. This is a story about Windy in her 20s. It's pop mixed with a little bit of rock. The addition of the electric guitar riffs is perfect in my opinion, it adds to the addictive feel of the song.

It's been a while since I've been so red with love I'm twenty-four, what I realized now is that, love is fucked Even if my eyes are sometimes cloudy

Even though at first it doesn't sound like it would be deep lyrics-wise, I still think Soyeon did a good job with this one. Of course, I don't speak Korean so I wouldn't know how her lyrics would sound to native speakers. I still definitely feel the poetic vibe of the lyrics when translated in English. I especially like the part where she says something along the lines of, "I have to start saving, but it takes so long to gain and it's so easy to lose," which I think describes how I feel about my own adult life in general (especially with K-Pop as an obsession, am I right? 😉).

The music video for the title track is well done. It's colorful and I liked the choreography as well. This is a solid 9/10 for me.

#2 Weather

This second track, 'Weather', has actually been spoiled before by Soyeon on a variety show. It was supposed to be the 'DUMDi DUMDi' of 2020. Now that it has been released, I definitely see the qualities of 'Weather' that would make it fit for a girl group, but 'DUMDi DUMDi' was still ultimately the better decision in my opinion.

'Weather' gives me nostalgic vibes. It doesn't even sound old, or have an old type of beat or style, but it gives off upbeat cottagecore. If anyone reading this would like to listen to 'Weather', I suggest listening with headphones because there are some really pretty background vocals in here that is very (G)I-DLE (come to think of it, 'DUMDi DUMDi' had interesting background vocals as well).

My favorite lyrics from this song:

How was your sky today? How was your day today?

I just thought it was a really interesting way to ask somebody how they're doing or how they're feeling.

Soyeon's vocals in this song is great. I see parts where she's sorta maybe kinda channeling a (G)I-DLE member, maybe she visualized a line or two to be sung by another member.

This is an 8.5/10 for me.

#3 Quit

When I heard the audio snippet for Windy, 'Quit' was one of the songs I was super excited to listen to. There's a satisfying drop for the chorus that I just really, really, really like. And I was not disappointed. Even now as I'm writing this and listening to the song I have to stop from time to time just to savor the song. Yes, it's that song for me.

This is sort of at a faster pace compared to 'Weather', with Soyeon almost rap-singing the whole time. It reminds me of her earlier songs 'Smile' and 'Day of a kid' from Unpretty Rapstar. It has some guitar in the background that is really nice as well.

There are some beautiful vocals in this song too. I had heard the live version of this song when Soyeon sang it during Miyeon's radio show on Naver called 'Gossip IDLE' and it was amazing to listen to. Soyeon is such a strong and stable vocalist that I think it would honestly surprise new fans that she isn't a lead or main vocalist.

The build up towards the chorus is signature Soyeon in my opinion, and it works every time. I like it, I like it a lot.

Don't even get me started with the lyrics. In my opinion, out of the whole album, 'Quit' has the most interesting lyrics. Soyeon had mentioned in an interview that this song is what she imagines someone else would sing to her or about her after a breakup. After reading these lyrics it makes total sense:

Thank you for crying, even if it's the end Now write songs for me, whatever This breakup must hurt you too

Implying that Soyeon would be the one writing songs for the person after the breakup. I just think it's brilliant.

The bridge after the last chorus is just *chefs kiss*. She changed up the beat a little and removed some of the instruments, which will make you feel like it's a different song completely, but after a few listens I came to absolutely love that last bridge. I love this song. 10/10.

#4 Psycho

Before the release of Windy, Soyeon described 'Psycho' as a sound she hasn't shown Neverland before, a different (new) side of her. That's exactly how I would describe this song too. It's haunting and dark. It almost has a Billie Eilish-esque quality to it, but spicier.

Did you get what kind of bitch I am? I like things that are harder than what I can have Whether it’s money or love, in front of me I make it kneel before me and I get excited about it

I think this song shows a little of what Soyeon is like when she's feeling a little mischievous and competitive. I already know as a fan that she likes to push boundaries, likes to make music that's better than what she's done previously, and isn't afraid to call people out for what she thinks are injustices. In her 'Lion' rap verse, she basically tells us as much:

I'll bite off your useless courtesy We tear down your suffocating prejudice Who would dare to stop me Careful with my sharp claws I create a new path no one has attempted before All those condescending people will click their tongues But the applause I receive after breaking that prejudice is thrilling I've had a taste, now I can't deny it I'm a queen

Which is why I love Soyeon so much. I think 'Psycho' is just the tip of the iceberg. I hope 'Psycho' is just the tip of the iceberg. I would really like to listen to more of this type of music from Soyeon.

Soyeon also achieves a new personal record with 'Psycho', with her rap verse becoming her 2nd fastest rap in her career (barring the 8-second constant).

Overall this song was interesting and enjoyable. 9/10.

#5 Is this bad b****** number? (feat. BIBI and Lee Young Ji)

This is the collaboration of the century. Lee Young Ji is one of my favorite rappers outside of K-Pop, so I was really excited to see her feature in one of Soyeon's songs (she was also in 'BEAM BEAM' music video). I've heard of BIBI before, but I hadn't listened to her songs prior to this. She's pretty famous in the K-Music scene as well.

ITBBN has an addicting dial tone sample to it and a bass-heavy beat that just tells you it's about to go down. K-Rap fans love this track, and for good reason. Lee Young Ji is amazing as usual, and BIBI with her signature laid-back rap-singing, and of course Soyeon. It was actually surprising, because Soyeon changes up the beat completely for her rap verse. It reminds me of 'Giants' by True Damage, where she also rapped as the League of Legends character Akali.

Soyeon of course breaks another personal record in this song, with her rap verse becoming her fastest rap in her career thus far (barring the 8-second constant). And her rap verse says it all:

Oh, why did I make a phone call elsewhere when I'm here? This crazy good song and an ocean of money Burning on stage, beauty is a bonus Everyone knows, in this new generation Who the leading idol rapper is, if it's king or queen or whoever it is That's not breezy, she's so Windy Oh my God, she just lights a fire and wipes it off Oh no, ew, push-off From outdated junk To ancient filth: fuck it Ring ding bring No entry except for invited Bibi and Youngji Generation Z's bad bish You probably hate us more and more But you can't help but just want to be a part of it Even by using money Right?

This is a 9/10 for me.

#letters-from-r #letters from r #windy #jeon soyeon #album review

[ghostlypawn]

okay im gonna type up my hadestown costume ideas bc why the heck not hope u enjoy x feel free to share yours/add on if you want.

note: in my production orpheus is female for Reasons (also hades could also be a girl i dont think it rly matter for what i suggest)

overall my vibes are more ~fantasy~ but still grounded in reality ??

Hades: honestly the vibes from the bway costume are great love it and the suit. especially the wall tattoo im stealing that. i do however want more red incorporated for like,, colour analysis reasons bc im a whore for colours that have meaning. have some photos for an idea (the last is my fave i think):

also with that i found this walking stick thing that feels quintessential hades so here that too (along with a cape that i think he should wear during his entrance bc parallels later ig?

overall: similar to the bway costume but more fantastical in a vampirey way?

Persephone: okay for the most part i was just seeing pretty dresses with florals and sticking them in her board. but they all have the same vibe which i still think i would like. also her colour is still green (complimentary colour to red). have some pictures:

and then at some point i got a GREAT idea. but i dont know how to implement it exactly yet. okay so similar to how broadway has a green and then black costume for the different acts; in the first act her skirt is more ballgown-y and poofy which should resemble flower petals in bloom (possibly more structured so its obvious unlike the more flowy dresses i showed although i think the ideas would still be seen with the skirts above) and then in act 2 the dress is much more slim-fitting against her body so it looks like the flower petals have wilted and are clinging to her body?? does that make sense?? i love it anyway.

overall: more fairy-queen whimsical vibes than broadway and a lot more emphasis on floral details.

Orpheus: okay i dont know why but i get major farmery/cottagecore vibes from orpheus like they just wanna vibe to music and forget about the real world?? so naturally i wanted to get those vibes. i wanted it to have similar vibes to bway with the white shirt and suspender type look so heres some pictures i found:

orpheus’ colour is that ochre yellow (similar colour family to persephone -> shared values). i liked the idea of the apron too (same as bway) but yknow,, cuter. i also wanted more details on the shirt so i liked the flowery embroidery details (on both the shirt and shoes) to really tie orpheus to the overworld. i did however want orpheus to have a cape when they go into the underworld bc i feel like thats what all fantasy adventurers do when they ~adventure~. so i was looking at capes until i found one that i think went with what i imagined for the dress.

the first cape is what i originally imagined but thought that it was almost too big and thick for orpheus so then i found the one on the right which i LOVE as its shorter and lighter and goes better with the dress underneath which is similar to the ones i showed at the beginning. (also there could be some analysis between hades and orpheus about how hades’ cloak covers his whole body as if hes hiding himself whilst orpheus’ still makes them look vulnerable especially as they both wear the cloak in the world theyre not familiar with.)

bonus costumes: the guitar!! i found some rly cute guitars which i love the idea of orpheus having a doodled guitar especially with motifs found within the show: 

pretty tree/floral/naturey designs !! you get what im putting down.

overall: cottagecore orpheus is what we deserve

Eurydice: okay eurydice was hardest all i knew is that her colour would be a dark purple (complimentary to yellow and similar to red). at first i was think more london eurydice with jeans or overalls because i knew i wanted her in trousers. but i thought this made her look too pedestrian in compared to the others (idk mayb that would work considering theyre gods and shes,, not?) i didnt entirely like it so went to the fantasy drawing board and found these (but pretend theyre shades of purple): 

i like that they like theyre made out of materials found on hand and just thrown together for warmth but they also look agile as hell which is good for eurydice imo as i see her as a lil pickpocket just tryna get by. so something similar to this. i think i would keep the act 2 worker outfit pretty much the same, especially if we remove any hints of colours (espc purple) to remove any identity similar to what bway does already.

also bonus accessories:

still boot wearing but more steampunky? possibly still with some natural elements but more about the moon/sun rather than flowers, i cant quite explain but to me they give of different meanings?? idk. also the CUTEST pouch that resembles a flower which would be the only thing resembling a flower. like she would associated orpheus with the flower but she also has this other association between money and a flower so its like theyre her two major conflicts and theyre assoicated with the flower idk man i think u understand what im getting at.

overall: steampunk/fantasy thief vibes

bonus prop for hermes simply because i love it and want you to see it:

flower/leaf umbrellas !! yknow like in way down?? its cute thats all (dont think they close tho but we can work it out its not as if im actually making them.

thank you for reading my accumulated thoughts and feelings if u got to the end i hope you enjoyed/liked my ideas n opened ur brain to endless potentials with this show. once again feel free to tell me anything u liked/would change/a whole new outlook wherever !! its interesting to see people think creatively !! i love it !!

(also as for set i feel like everyone now on my blog knows im an advocate of a great comet-esque interactive set where the set IS hermes bar/speakeasy thing)

#hadestown #mollie makes #mollie makes: theatre #mollie makes: hadestown #(its not rly a make but just pretend)

[mckinlily]

tagged by @void-tiger (thanks for the tag <3)

roses or daisies:

uh...both? Idk, I’m kind of a wildflower or at least variety kind of girl. Mixing big flowers with little flowers and other florist type stuff? Go for it. My team at work got me flowers when I had surgery last year, and they were really cool and sort of autumn-y but I know nothing about flowers so I have no idea what they were.

classical or lofi:

uhhhhhh...so I had no idea that lofi was a thing until just now. I know enough about classical music to appreciate it as an art form, but honestly my taste in music is super basic and just...bad. Music for me is mostly just background stimulation so I can focus on something else, so super predictable, all sounds the same pop music? Exactly what I’m here for. Won’t distract me.

sunrises or sunsets:

Sunsets. Does anyone really like sunrises better who isn’t trying to hard? (don’t answer that, I think I have members of my own family who do). But I love the spontaneity of a good sunset. Being able to just glance out the window and see a wonder of nature while you’re cooking dinner or whatever is great. Also sunsets are warmer.

honey or lemon:

Honey. It’s just so pretty and a unique color and watching it drip down all viscus and smooth...

coffee or tea:

I actually don’t drink coffee, so this is a pretty obvious tea. But I especially like herbal teas in the winter because they’re hot and just holding the mug is comforting and warms your up, but they don’t have all the sugar and richness of hot chocolate so they feel refreshing too.

enemies to lovers or friends to lovers:

Seeing as my favorite ship dynamic is “1000% committed to each other forever and no matter what + Mutual Awe/Respect” and THEN a dose of “Wait, what, you like me back????” I am definitely a friends to lovers girl. Honestly, stories that skip of the establishing deep friendship part often just feel off to me.

I don’t really like enemies to lovers if they’re actual enemies. But like, mutual irritants to lovers? “I started out annoyed with you but now we’ve gotten to know each other and oh crap, I think I have a crush”? THAT I can get behind.

rainy days or sunny days:

Sunny for sure. I don’t like when the sky feels too close and confining when it’s raining. And I just need the sunlight to feel like...awake and like a human haha. But I do like a big, powerful thunderstorm with warm rain. Unfortunately, we don’t get those where I live now. Just cold rain storms that feel like spikes of ice.

jupiter or mars:

SATURN. This answer is informed entirely by 3 year old me who read a “our solar system” book and immediately started making up fanfic about it  got really into the solar system and cemented Saturn as my favorite planet. I was really angry as a 3 year old that Jupiter beat out Saturn as the biggest planet, so Jupiter is forever on my “bad” list. And Mars is just dry and boring. No, I have not updated my opinions since I was 3 years old.

aphrodite or athena:

Athena, obvs. Most my life, my goal has been 1) be the smartest person in the room and 2) know EVERYTHING. I’ve only recently learned the value of say...be kind. Which is actually FAR more important, but I still really like knowledge and learning everything I can.

Also, I love pretty and beautiful things, but sex and romantic love aren’t really my thing haha

rome or greece:

I’ve always gravitated a bit more towards Greece. Rome feels just too bureaucratic and “rigorous engineering” to me. I like the more open ended science-y and artsy vibe of Greece. But then, I’m a woman so I’d probably hate actually being in either ancient society. Instead I’ll just study it from a nice, safe, several centuries distance.

sun or moon:

Oooo, both are good but probably the sun. It has so much COLOR to it and so many interesting properties and mysteries (How is the corona so hot? What exactly cause sun spots? What’s up with the magnetic field). And like again...COLOR. Did you know that the element helium is named about helios because it was first discovered as mysterious lines in the spectrum of the sun. We didn’t find helium on earth until much later. Spectroscopy is awesome.

1920s or 1990s:

well I existed in the 1990s, so clearly that makes the 90s much better. Also, I never quite got what was the appeal and glamour of the 1920s. I will say the 20s fashion is better than the 90s fashion so there is that.

blizzard or thunderstorm:

Oh boy. So blizzards SOUND cool, but then it’s cold and I think about having to DRIVE in the blizzard because this is Colorado and what, you think we’re going to close for a silly little thing like snow? The after effects of the blizzard, when it gets all quite like it only can when there’s lots of snow, and the streets have cleared off enough but most the snow is still untouched? That is much better. And sorta magical. Although still cold.

I...think I like thunderstorms. I did as a kid, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen a good one. Also high winds freak me out now, which is new. Idk why.

midnight memories or made in the am:

[googles] Ooooooh, so these are One Direction albums? Uh....I’m trying to think of what One Direction songs I like, but I’m only thinking of That’s What Makes You Beautiful which kinda annoys me these days so idk

sage green or vanilla white:

...are these more albums? Screw it, sage green. Although not my favorite shade of green, it is my second favorite color so there.

folklore or lover:

Like the Taylor Swift albums, right? Honestly, for a while I couldn’t get into lover, but I listened to folklore for like a month straight. betty made me literally stop the car to listen because “wait. is this about what I think it is??? is it?????” I also really like cardigan, and I listened to seven on repeat for weeks.

But I recently--like just two weeks ago--started to listen to lover, and I like it too. The Man is just on POINT. I like the miss americana song and nice to have a friend. 

Really, it just depends on the mood. Lover is more peppy and bubbly, and folklore is more low key, almost melancholy, and little waves lapping at the beach.

told you my taste is basic

croissant or macaroon:

Croissant. I like the idea of macaroons, but I haven’t really loved them in practice. On the other hand, flaky conduit for butter and carbs?? Sign me up!

ballgowns or pantsuits:

I would LOVE a ballgown if I had a place to wear it to. Why do we have fancy things to dress up for anymore? I want swishy and curvy and soft fabric and jewels.... 

I can not honestly see myself ever wearing a pantsuit.

hades or zeus:

I’m pretty hooked on Lore of Olympus right now, so Hades. But then, even in the source material, all the gods are jerks but Zeus makes them look like model citizens, so definitely Hades. 

platonic love or sensual love:

[squints] “sensual love...” is this an allo thing??

Ahem. Platonic love. Emotional connection. That’s what I’m all about. I want it SO BAD and to see it portrayed in deep, loving detail in movies and books ALL THE TIME. Also, theoretically I like the idea of like cuddling and hugs, but some of my family really HATE it, so I find it hard to be touching someone and not worry they’re hating it or that I’m invading their space.

light academy or cottagecore:

I....what? I have no idea what this is. Is this a home aesthetic?

Fun fact: despite considering myself a fairly artistic person, I SUCK at interior design. I try and I don’t know what it is, but I am SO BAD at it. If someone could decorate my room/house to look better than if a 9 year old went at it, I would so grateful and it would a VAST improvement. 

please help me

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