#local goth steals the show

[borninwinter81]

Cyber goth dress + my favourite way to make patches

I thrifted this dress a couple of weeks ago for £1. I believe it started life as some sort of costume, possibly a sexy firefighter, but the fabric is really good quality cotton, and I thought it had some cybergoth potential with the yellow and reflective bits. I also really like the metal fastenings.

I already had a high-viz coat in my wardrobe from when I used to go bicycling more often, so I was able to steal more reflective bits from that. Not yet sure what I'll do with them, probably cut interesting shapes and glue or sew them on. Photos with and without flash.

And then yesterday I got a half meter of cotton fabric for £1 which is an almost exact colour match, so I can make some stencilled patches.

I already had fabric paint at home, so this entire outfit has only cost me £2! Cybergoth clothing is usually super expensive.

There are lots of tutorials for making stencilled patches on YouTube, (@rattusrattus3 has some excellent ones) but I lack patience and don't like cutting out intricate pieces, especially for lettering, so I had the idea to use alphabet stickers. You can pick these up really cheap from your local pound shop or dollar store depending on where you're from. I think mine were 40p a packet.

Stick them to your fabric, use fabric paint and a sponge, then when you peel the stickers off you'll have the words in relief. You can go thicker than I have here to make the surrounding area totally opaque, but I like the edges being messy and faded out. These are both song titles from cyber/industrial bands that I like.

Here are some other examples that I've done in the past. These were all done with pound shop spray paint which isn't ideal for fabric, but it's cheap! You'll also get more of the original fabric colour showing through with this kind of paint, which is nice.

If you're using black fabric, gold or silver paint will generally work better than white. These are all Devin Townsend song lyrics.

The only negative to this method for some people may be that the letters will be very uniform, but I like that. And if you want to you can space them irregularly to break things up a bit. Or you might be able to find more interestingly shaped alphabet stickers than I did!

#goth diy #cybergoth #goth sewing #goth upcycling #upcycle #upcycling #punk patches #stencil #goth #industrial #electronic music #alternative fashion #alternative #diy craft #diy sewing #diy projects #cyber goth #goth subculture #thrifting #thrifted #goth thrifting #goth charity shopping #charity shop finds

[the-writing-mobster]

miscellaneous hcs about the baby face characters? 🙏

What a pleasantly surprising ask, dear heart!

Hmmmm...

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MISC BF! Sans HCs:

1. He knows all the words to every Chop Suey song and shouts them at the top of his lungs while driving.

2. He lies about his zodiac sign (he has 3 major Scorpio placements but he always lies about them)

3. Sans loves mosh pits but hates crowd surfers because once he didn't notice a huge man coming and he fell on him; his neck was sore for three days straight.

4. He steals construction equipment to make belt chains, and to disrupt building projects he doesn't agree with.

MISC BF! Nick HCs:

1. He has a lot of Opinions about the Backstreet Boys. Please do not bring them up or else it will be all he rants about for an hour straight.

2. Likewise, Nick once tried working at a radio station but quit because the manager wouldn't play any of the music Nick wanted to play. (He's petty like that sometimes)

3. Nick is the kind of guy to catch spiders and put them outside because "they do so much for the environment >:( don't kill them just because they're small!"

4. He refuses to get a driver's license because he doesn't want to be dependent on cars. (He hates L.A... and is dependent on Sans, who has a car)

MISC BF! Maeve HCs:

1. 80% of her wardrobe was handmade, the other 20% was thrifted (mostly the denim)

2. She frequents drag shows when she can and is a big tipper with her gig money, and is a good friend to many local queens.

3. The only reason she hasn't chopped her mane off to conclude her transition is because she enjoys styling it like Glam Rockstars and Trad Goths of the 80s.

4. She is definitely a dungeon master. Maeve would fucking love DND, and only she is qualified to run them.

MISC BF! Midas HCs:

1. Has keyed cars with bigoted bumper stickers, and ripped confederate flags down on private property. He does not give a shit about optics or the property laws.

2. Probably owns more spikes and studs than anyone else in the group.

3. Midas has named all of his lil snakes, but every time the boys ask for an introduction, he gives them the wrong names just to fuck with them.

4. He has a really interesting singing voice, but he hates to sing and prefers his funky little synth sounds.

MISC BF! Jonas HCs:

1. He puts stickers all over his belongings. Bitch loves a vinyl sticker.

2. Jonas 100% believes he does the best backflips, and while he's pretty good, he has a 70% Eat Shit ratio to his 30% Stick the Landing Ratio. (Sans is keeping track)

3. Jonas is extremely efficient in a fist fight and has surprised people with how easy he can knock someone out. This has come in handy at a protest and at a concert when a girl's ex was acting *problematic.*

4. His voice cracks all the time because he's a little (big, 6'9 ft) squirt 🤭. That's right, he's a whimperer.

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And guess what? They've all been fairy god mothered into humans for my manuscript >:) but that is a tale for another time.

#underfell #wdyw #baby face #please feel free to leave your pwn hcs and Ill see if theyre accurate ;) #nick #jonas #midas #maeve #bf! boys #baby face headcanons #highschool au #underfell sans #let me know if there's a specific character you want HCs for #because the default is for the band hehehehe #fanfic #ocs #ask and answer #thank you for the ask!

[palimpsessed]

Simon Snow and Dracula’s Curse

A Scooby Doo AU by palimpsessed

Rating: Teen & Up

Length: 3 chapters; Complete; 46k

Summary: The gang is invited to spend Halloween weekend in famed seaside town Whitby, North Yorkshire. It's supposed to be a holiday filled with music, history, and more vampire fangs than Simon Snow has ever dreamed of. But when a flying fiend claiming to be Count Dracula himself shows up, warning tourists and locals alike to stay away from the famous ruins of Whitby Abbey, Simon and rest of the Enigma Ltd. gang know they've got another mystery on their hands. Matters are only further complicated when Simon's longtime professional rival, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Grimm-Pitch of Pitch Paranormal Investigations, swoops in with perfect hair to steal Enigma Ltd.'s case.

Will the gang manage to solve the mystery in time to save Whitby from the Count and his Curse? And more importantly, will Simon solve the mystery of his very confusing feelings for Baz?

Tags: Enigma Ltd., Rivals to Lovers, Non-Magical (mostly), Whitby Goth Weekend, Dracula, Halloween, Mysteries, Magickal amulets

Read the complete fic now on AO3.

#simon snow and dracula’s curse #scooby doo au #i am posting for this now because i have been avoiding tumblr to finish posting this #art is still forthcoming #y’all #can i take a moment here? #i have been trying to write this fic for. three. years. #and it’s finally happened #good grief #simon snow #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #snowbaz #penelope bunce #agatha wellbelove #lucy the dog #rainbow rowell #snowbaz fanfiction #snowbaz fic #carry on fanfiction #carry on fic #simon snow fanfic #simon snow fic

[legion1227]

Pearl and X movie reviews

X is pretty good, but it's not Pearl.

Horror movies have never been my favorite genre of film. I've never been a fan of jump scares or the eerie vibe your typical slasher might produce. I tended to avoid them, for the most part, when I was younger. However, over the years, I've become more lenient about dedicating time to check out something horrifying if the premise is intriguing, critics or audience reviews are stellar, or any other reason. I never heard about X until I heard about Pearl.

My FYP on TikTok introduced me to Pearl. A couple of stand-out scenes from Mia Goth, playing the titular character Pearl, endeared me, making me seek out the film.

In Pearl, Mia Goth plays a farm girl who lusts for a glamorous lifestyle seen in movies during World War One. The film released in 2022, several months after the release of X. Pearl is a prequel to X, and I firmly believe should be watched before X. X is a competent movie, but Pearl has more for the viewer to latch onto. Pearl is a dark character study into a daydreaming murderer. Our main character desires a lot as a young twenty-something in 1918. The local films that play at her local cinema captivate her. She desperately wants to leave the farm life but feels trapped as she has responsibilities. Looking over farm animals and caring for her sickly elder father plagues her. Pearl wants so much, and in the process of attempting to gain happiness, she makes bloody choices. The gore is cringe-inducing at some points, but it's hard to turn away as Pearl endures emotional outbursts from those who reject or prevent her from her wants. She recognizes that something is wrong with her, but that doesn't stop her from doing what she does. There are layers to her character. The complexity of Pearl, combined with Mia Goth's show-stealing performance, adds to the film immensely. The film cemented itself as one of the best movies I had the pleasure of seeing in 2022.

Now, X takes place sixty years after the events of Pearl. In 1979, Maxine minx, an aspiring porn actress, travels to Texas on a road trip with her producer boyfriend, two fellow actors, their director, and the director's girlfriend. The group looks to shoot scenes for their adult film while taking temporary residence on a farm. The same farm that Pearl worked on during her youth. She and her husband, Howard, run the farm and keep a steady eye on the crew during their stay. It's worth noting how Mia Goth knocks it out of the park once more as she pulls double duty, playing the role of Maxine and an older Pearl. Although, her performances in X are not quite as awe-inspiring in this film. She does an admirable job but also has to share a lot more screen time with a cast of acceptable characters. None of the film crew harbor the same level of depth that Mia Goth did as Pearl in the other film; Though, to see who she was and who she became makes for a fascinating yet saddening development.

If anything, what carries X, besides Mia Goth in dual roles, arguably is the gore. The death scenes in X are harder to watch than those in Pearl. Once we skip past the pretenses and the old couple starts tormenting our cast, the film starts to pick up a little speed. Seeing Jenna Ortega in the film was a surprise. The same could be said for Kid Cudi. Ortega's character in X was almost as charming as her portrayal of Wednesday Addams. Ditto for Kid Cudi on his character's charm and charisma.

Overall, this duology has set up a pleasantly delightful storyline. X is a solid film carried by its scenes of gore and suspense, and Pearl provides a thoughtful look into a deranged and deeply disturbed young woman vying for success. Both are definitely worth watching, but I prefer Pearl. I look forward to the next film in the series, Maxxxine.

X- 3.5/5 Pearl- 4/5

#movies #films #film review #movie review #pearl movie #x movie

[kolanaki]

Out of all the people that "defeated" their bullies, I think the way I stopped my high school bully is, by far, the dumbest.

I had gone to public school from pre-school to 4th grade before my parents put me into a chartered homeschool program. Part of it was due to bullying; both from students *and* teachers. My parents didn't really teach me, though, all I really did at home was the reading and writing stuff. I did have actual classes, but they were all hands-on learning experiences and such, with very little lectures and boring stuff sitting around "learning."

The program at the time only went to grade 8, though, so after that I was back in public school going to the local high school. It was a small town, so I still knew *most* of the other kids but there were new kids I never met that moved to town during our junior high years and many of them just hated me for no apparent reason.

Anyway, the first two years of school this one dude and his buddies would constantly fuck with me. Stealing my shit, literally stabbing me with push pins in the middle of class, trying to start fights, etc. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore, and I agreed to fight in the city park after school. I had been in Judo classes and I wrestled with my brothers and my friend's older brothers all the time, I figured I could take him even though I really didn't want to find out.

After school I walk over to the park with two of my friends who are only trying to encourage it rather than stop it, and when I get there half the damn school is gathered to watch. Someone even had a fucking camcorder (this was before smartphones and HD video), recording the whole event. No turning back now... I'd look like a fucking pussy and just get bullied more.

Pigeon (the bully's dumbass nickname) starts talking shit, and allowing me to take the first swing. I do. He dodges, and I miss. Everyone laughs. I swing again, he moves, I miss. More laughter. I get pissed, *throw my fucking shoe at him* and miss. That's when he starts punching me. And that's when I started laughing. Laughing like I just heard the funniest joke ever.

He was weak as shit! His punches didn't hurt me *at all!* My little brothers hit harder than this shithead! Why the fuck was I scared of him? I wasn't anymore. He punched me in the head and it was like a tennis ball. He kicked me in the stomach and it was like my cat jumping on me. I didn't even bother trying to fight back. I couldn't! It was too god damn funny and all I could do was laugh.

"Stop laughing and hit me!" I heard Pigeon scream. He repeated it again and again, and each time his voice cracked just a little more. Eventually *he* ran off crying. The most bizarre day of my life being remembered as when I got *my* ass thrashed, but the dude who did it was the one who left weeping.

No one cheered. But they all did have a big laugh and giving me props. After that, I was always invited to every party. People seemed more interested in me, and I was constantly being engaged by the "cool" popular kids. Not like the way movies show, but I had a lot more people who called me their friend than I did before when I just hung out with my best friend and the other goths and geeks at lunch (which was like 5 people including me cuz it was a small school).

I don't know why I was thinking about it but I figured I'd write it down. 🤷🏻‍♂️

#shitpost #humor #funny #random thoughts #bullies #defeating your bully

[dancedance-resolution]

i have yet to stop thinking about @ayeti’s muppet dress code met gala tags , so here are some ideas for a sketch where all of the muppets go to the met gala:

kermit wears a standard tuxedo. after all, he’s pretty much just there to serve as arm candy for miss piggy, who is wearing the most extravagant dress you can imagine

gonzo wears an outfit that news outlets laud as “strange” and “very gender.” conservative propaganda newspapers include the headline “this is what liberals want” above pictures of his outfit.

mildred huxletter misunderstands the assignment and comes cosplaying as jackie kennedy. george the janitor, her date, wears his janitors uniform. (yes, he brings his mop as well, fully prepared for a fistfight/mopfight with beauregard. nobody has the heart to tell him that beauregard is not even in attendance.)

sam eagle wears nothing (which is what he always wears). the only reason he agreed to attending the gala was so that he could throw straw wrappers and other small items into billionaires’ hair, so as to fulfill his civic duty to be a nuisance (or more!) to the rich. he has the same attitude ron from parks and rec would have if he had to go to the met gala.

janice eats the vast majority of the shrimp cocktails. she also offers to tye-dye camilla the chicken’s feathers. (she may or may not be a little bit high.)

animal is not invited to the muppet met gala. people protest in the streets over it.

pepe the king prawn spends the entire night trying to convince lorn michaels that he would be a better weekend update anchor than colin jost.

dr bunsen honeydew misunderstands the assignment and comes to the met gala wearing a homemade t shirt that says in all caps sharpie “PLUTO IS A REAL PLANET”. beaker, dressed up in a styrofoam pluto costume dr bunsen honeydew made him, dutifully stands behind him (trembling).

statler and waldorf steal costumes and make up from a local kiss cover band the night before the met gala. they come dressed up as kiss members as a form of satire. they, of course, heckle everyone’s red carpet outfits.

uncle deadly misunderstands the assignment and shows up to the met gala in full elizabethan era garb but with a goth twist, a shakespeare script in one hand and phantom of the opera mask in another. he flees the gala after discovering that it is not, in fact, a meetup of the local “goth shakespeare and phantom of the opera theatre troupe slash knitting club.”

crazy harry is shot out of a canon and lands face-first on the red carpet (which is now more burgundy thanks to all the ashes and soot crazy harry has on him). he immediately stands up and does a thumbs up at a nonexistent camera (he is three hours late to the event). marvin suggs, having heard the boom of crazy harry’s landing, comes out though to give him a high five.

link hogthrob is wearing a replica of ralph macchio’s costume in the outsiders.

rizzo the rat casually comes out as a transgender man in conversation with robert pattinson.

#depending on how the adhd is feeling i may add more characters in the reblogs later! #heheheh this was very fun; and also im proud of myself for creating it bc my therapist says i should try to achieve just one thing on really #bad depression days and so this is my One Achievement :) and it is a pretty rad achievement if i do say so myself #the muppets #met gala #drug mention #food

[ithacanradio]

talking about dream of the endless like he is a depressed goth man he is a shining beacon of hope and incredibly optimistic given all that's happened to him, he has been the same for millennia he challenges every rule by showing a capacity for change, he had a hand in the demise of every girlfriend he had and he helped all of them find a new life, he is an arrogant cunt the locals affectionately nicknamed him murphy , he is a terrible brother once he told the last girl in the galaxy a fun story he made up because he didn't want her to be sad, he is a creature who steals babies and strikes bargains he is the most HUMAN out of the endless, he is an absent father to his son and creations it is all intergenerational trauma. he is literally Mr Banks and he is the personification of human emotions and caring too much is what finally damns him.

#sandman #done dreamposting for the day i promise!

[anthro-bean]

I gotchu fam.

The modern AU with Tavarti. Feel like going in depth with that?

You spoil me

Tavarti is an investigative journalist/activist/ general pain-in-the-ass. She drives a barely functional motorcycle (paladin mount lol), lives in a shitty studio apartment, and meets with her DnD group on Fridays. She wears a ratty old bomber jacket with sunflower patches, jeans, t-shirts, and a pair of old biker boots. Has been arrested multiple times. Will argue with the entire group over rp choices because she's a paladin guys come on. She joined the group as a favor to an old friend (The Narrator) who wanted to DM a special campaign she's been working on.

She shows up at DMs place for the first night where she introduces her to the rest of the group:

Gale, a local professor at a research university who recently went on sabbatical after a relationship with his department got messy. Totally has leather patches on his blazer sleeves . Lives alone with his cat in a nice apartment filled with books. Met the DM at a coffee house poetry night and is joining the DnD group because he's going through a lot rn and needs the distraction. A total rules lawyer and argues with the DM.

Lae'zel, who recently graduated from the police academy. Comes from a family of cops, her mom is the chief. Wears leather jackets with lots of spikes and scary af rings. Wants a red motorcycle. Is mean to people on the internet. Loves combat and hates the RPing. Joined the group as a personal favor to the DM who she met at a court ordered anger management seminar.

Wyll, a cut-off rich kid who is struggling to turn his life around and get away from his toxic ex. Works with kids at the community center and volunteers a lot. Likes Marvel movies. Met the DM at the community center and hit them up after they posted something about starting a new campaign on social media. He thought it'd be fun and he really needed a new social circle. Lives to RP, terrible at combat. Rolls either 1s or 20s.

Astarion got into an abusive relationship with a powerful partner at the law firm he worked at. He's finally gotten out of the situation and has been couch surfing while he looks for a new place/job. Has an OnlyFans (which he uses to pay the bills atm). Ends up crashing at Tavarti's place a lot because she has a hard time saying no (and has the easiest to break into apartment). Met the DM through "work" (onlyfans or court? Who knows) and ended up joining the DnD group because he was already sleeping on her couch at the time so why not. Plays a pain-in-the-ass, "it's what my character would do" rogue. Steals everything. Constantly handing notes to the DM.

Shadowheart does... something. No one is sure what exactly it is but they all assume it's illegal. Cute goth gf. Doesn't use social media where you can't be anonymous or self destructing like snapchat. Deletes her reddit account every few months. Uses burner phones and no one has her number. Cyberstalks the entire group. Met DM at some underground concert thing. Will heal you for +1 because that's all you deserve and then solos the rest of combat after you all wipe. She plays all the time and wanted to find a new group.

#oc: sunflower knight tries their best #bg3 modern au #bg3 #modern au #self indulgent nonsense

[pearblossommina]

I met my first girlfriend when I was 17. She was the only out lesbian in our school, and I was drawn to her even though we didn’t have very much in common.

I was the weird, dreamy girl with anime stickers on my locker and a backpack full of books.

She was the cool goth who drove a moped and worked at the Baskin Robins. I once wrote a poem about how perfect I thought it was that she, a lesbian, worked there. Something about how lesbians and ice cream are synonyms. Sweet and unspoiled. Working in the chilly, refrigerated air.

When I look back on it now, I can admit that she was my girlfriend. But at the time, I never used the word. I thought she was just my friend, a girl I got into trouble with, a girl my parents disliked, a girl I sometimes made out with, a girl I eventually lost my virginity with.

Back then, the bi erasure was so bad, I had convinced myself I was straight. “I can’t be a lesbian,” I told myself, “because I like boys.” I wanted to be a lesbian so badly, but I didn't think it was honest. And I wouldn’t allow myself to call myself bisexual. The only bi people I had met were the kind of girls who just want to make out one time at a party, show off in front of their boyfriend, and then go back to him, leaving me standing there like an idiot and believing that declaring yourself “bi” somehow meant “I’m straight, but I kiss girls at parties”

So I was straight.

Even when I was with her.

Even when I snuck into her room at night, tapping on the window until she let me in.

Even when we would steal her dad’s car to drive up to the local make out spot just to stare at the stars.

Even the first time she let me drive her moped, and she sat right behind me, pressed up against me with her arms around my waist, reaching forward to grip the throttle, her fingers against mine, taking us to an exhilarating max speed of 40 miles per hour.

Even the time we shared an ice cream cone on Valentine’s Day, and she found a way to sneakily kiss me, delivering the kiss warmed m&m’s because I complained about how the ice cream made the candy too hard.

I told myself, she’s my friend, we are best friends, but we’re just friends. This is what friends do.

That’s probably why I like it so much when characters in fiction are explicitly bisexual. AND why Heartstopper, specifically, is such a sensational read for me. I love Charlie insisting that “bi people exist” and Nick questioning and coming to terms with his sexuality.

I just never had access to books like that when I was growing up. I think it would have helped me understand myself, lol.

Anyway. I’m just kinda thinking about this girl, lately. Thinking about the way we were both assigned to read Night by Elie Wiesel in high school.

I’m not trying to say this book didn’t effect me, but it REALLY affected her. She was totally emotionally devastated by it. It was all she could think or talk about for weeks.

And…. She told me something amazing. She said that she had never read a book before. She was so affected by this book because, it was, essentially, the first book she ever read to completion.

Just imagine

If the first book

You ever read

Was a bare-facts account of the horrors of the Holocaust

And what that might do

To your adolescent brain

(To anyone’s brain)

I’m thirty four, and I haven’t read this book since I was a teenager, but I cried this morning just thinking about it. How one survivor could have endured so much torment, only for the world to end up the way it is. Only for pop stars like Kanye West to endorse Hitler on a far right talk show. How very grimly, uniquely, dystopian it all is.

I don’t need to state that I think Hitler is evil and anyone who admires him or makes “devil’s advocate” arguments is also a STAUNCH PEICE OF SHIT.

But I will anyway

(Kanye is awful)

I guess I just wanted to ramble

Because I was thinking about her today. Thinking about all of it. How long ago, I guess, it was. How fast life goes. And how books matter, and how representation matters, and how I wish I could have had the kinds of books we have today, 20 years ago when I needed them.

I kind of want to re-read Night, now, but I ALSO know it would mess me up.

I think about how reading memoirs about real, actual, horrifying events might be kind of hard for a 17 year old to process… and at the same time, I'm glad that I had the kind of teachers who CARED, who were there to EDUCATE. It's so scary that nowadays, conservative moguls are advocating for “both sides” hard enough that books like this can be cut from the curriculum.

I dunno

I'm not a parent but if I had a teenager, I would want them to read this book

#blogging #blah blah blah #personal stuff #read more books #also cancel kanye

[simpychocochan]

Finally changed my blog banner from “Dan.te yeets local chicken” to “Local Goth Poet shows off his book and steals my heart in the process”

#choco rambles

[awesomeblogwellnotreally]

#local goth steals the show #laudna #critical role #pate de rolo #critical role 3 #cr3 #pate #critical role fanart #crit role #digital art #digital painting #Digital Illustration #digital drawing #Fanart #artists of tumblr #my art

[goodieghosty]

I am completely redoing the band au, both because I got some new ideas a n d the art is old. Fair warning that this au does get heavy. So yeah, warning for: drugs, alcohol, transphobia, rape, abuse-none of these will be heavily depicted, just mentioned and talked about, and it's better to be safe than sorry

So I'm just gonna jot the ideas down here so I don't forget.

Roman, Patton, and Logan are all in the same band. Remus was originally in the band as well, but left to make his own. He and Roman and their artistic differences and all, as well as Remus feeling as though he was the "back up twin living in Roman's shadow" while growing up lead to the split.

Patton and Roman are childhood friends, Patton joined the second Roman mentioned it. He's always supportive-because he didn't get any support at home, rip. His family did not support him coming out and misgender him even now. Because they're trash.

Logan is that gifted child whose parents pressure into maintaining perfect grades and appearance-and he did so. Until the second the last lecture for the day was over. Man pulled one hell of a Clark Kent and no one realized that the quiet, reserved scholar was also that "flirty goth guy with the resting bitch face". Until Roman found out. And now he's in the band. And now he's finding out that his parents don't actually? Mind how he dresses or acts? So his "act of rebellion" is leaving him with an identity crisis and he doesn't know what to do

Roman-golden child could do no wrong. Social butterfly. All he wants to do is make music with his friends. So busy trying to make people happy that he doesn't realize he'd become a doormat. Very popular around town. Needs to learn to take time for himself, he doesn't have to be everyone's "hero"

Virgil is an enigma. He moved into town to stay with his older brother Remy-after his horrible ex boyfriend outed him as trans to his parents when he broke up with him for stealing his songs-and for manipulating and gaslighting him. Virgil no longer feels comfortable showing his face in public for fear of his ex showing up out of the blue, and so wears a face mask and keeps his hair in his eyes. Main character lookin ass. He loves music. But everything with his ex has left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Remy, Virgil's older brother and fellow "black sheep" of the family. He owns the local music shop and lives in an apartment right above it. He is narcoleptic and has a service dog named Java. Keeps an electric drumset in the backroom just for Virgil to jam out on

Janus and Virgil were friends, until Virgil moved to be with Drake-Drake being the now ex, and had been isolating Virgil completely-when Virgil moved back he didn't find out until he went to buy new guitar strings and saw him at Remy's shop. Janus has always had a crush on Virgil, by the way. They picked their friendship back up from where they left it and things were going great-until Janus went to a party out of town and suddenly Remy is forbidding Virgil from talking to him again. Virgil eventually gets Remy to show him why. There are pictures of Janus and Drake being v e r y close being posted online.

The next time Janus tried to talk to Virgil, he blew up at him. Virgil had confided in him about everything Drake had done and he felt betrayed. What he didn’t know-because Janus couldn't get a word in-was that Janus had been drugged and can't even remember that party. So, yeah. Janus hasn't had his best friend to talk to about something traumatic that happened to him. Fun. He does go to therapy-but it still hurts that Virgil wouldn't hear him out

Remus has tried to join and start so many bands, but they've all been dead ends. Until he met Janus. Now, they're more of a duo but aw well. Who caaares. They mesh well and have been making quite the name for themselves at underground events. Remus still misses his brother-but he's not going back to being in his shadow when he's got his own gig now. Virgil did play with them for a few shows until the fallout with Janus-still keeping his face covered, of course.

Drake is a manipulative, gaslighting, narcissistic asshole. No redemption arc. He has no sob story. He's an asshole just to b e an asshole. He gets a kick out of making people suffer in all kinds of ways. He does not want to change. He's a foul being and if he were real I would throw his ass in a pit and fill it with broken glass and lemon juice

Roman, Logan, and Patton all share the same apartment. Logan's family is uh, very well off and insisted that they pay for the apartment. They gave him an allowance that he never used out of spite and stuck in a savings account while he earned his own money and finishes up college

Roman volunteers everywhere he can in town, while still working part time at a bookstore.

Patton is saving up for top surgery and works all sorts of odd jobs. Mainly dogsitting. He loves animals.

Virgil has online courses and has slowly started to post song covers while never revealing his face.

Now! Onto the Dr.lamp lol

This is going to be a harem. Virgil in some way or form accidentally manages to make all of them fall for him. And he's completely clueless. Because of course he is

Janus already has a crush on him, Virgil finally hearing him out about what happened and apologizing for his behavior towards him helps them bond

Virgil and Patton bond over shitty parents and Virgil helps him to realize some things that really weighed Patton down. Afterwards, Patton is incredibly happy to express himself

Roman spreads himself too thin one day and Virgil takes care of him-even though he didn’t have to. He could have just dropped him off at the apartment but no, Patton and Logan were both out so Virgil chose to stay and look after him. Roman hadn't had anyone go out of their way for him before and the crush started there

Logan, drunkenly, laments about not knowing who he is anymore. And Virgil helps him figure it out, albeit in a smartass way. "Well that's easy, you're Logan." "Yes-but who is Logan?" "Whoever you want him to be."

Virgil convinces Remus to have a talk with Roman. Helping him with his family stuff and helping him realize that he isn't anyone's "back up" really seals the deal.

Virgil will one day admit that he hasn't actually seen his face in a mirror since he started testosterone-a year or so after he started wearing the mask-and doesn't even know what he looks like anymore because it's been so long. Like, four years, maybe. No one pressures him into taking it off, by now they all know the reason why.

But he feels safe around them, so he does. And it's a nice moment. Very sweet

#drugs #alcohol #transphobia #rape #abuse #goodie talks #urnthebanders au #sanders sides

[ill-skillsgard]

Another goth out here - Can I ask for hc's of all the Bill boys you write for with a goth girl, please?

Why, yes! I’d love to. After all... Everyone needs a cute goth GF, right? You know it’s true.

Axel Cluney

He steals her fishnets. They just look good on him. Axel likes to show some skin and he’s not a fan of real shirts. Only garments with holes in them, and she happens to have a lot of those. Axel will convince her to do a clothing swap with him until she gets fed up sacrificing her clothes and brings him to a goth market where he can buy his own stuff.

They compare tattoos. She has some meaningful and dark tattoos and Axel is covered in ink he let his friend put on him as “practice”...That friend is now in jail tattooing convicts, but Axel insists they’re not prison tats.

He shows her new music. Everything she loves, Axel loved when he was a  kid, and makes it a point to remind her of his refined taste by bringing her mix CDs which she can’t play because who even owns a CD-player anymore? (He buys her one from the local pawn shop so they can listen to Smashing Pumpkins together.)

Axel contemplates dying his hair black. He loves hers, so why not his?

Roman Godfrey

She has a crush on him first, thinking he’s the closest thing to the local “goth” boy, then realizes he’s not goth at all. She might think he’s a poser. After much back and forth, she decides he’s just a fashion guy, but he already has his sights set on her. He wears all the black in his closet and then buys more to assimilate.

Roman’s idea of a first date is bringing her to a forest where he smokes cigarettes and talks about being an outcast. She makes fun of him only a little bit, then steals his scarf. He lets her keep it, saying it looks better on her anyway.

He asks her if she knows any witchcraft or spells; if she believes in spirits and all that. It surprises her to hear these questions and she answers, “why? You wanna put a hex on someone?”

Roman has found a match for his attitude. He thought he was the world’s biggest brat until he meets her. It’s a huge turn-on for him to have a girl that doesn’t put up with bullshit.

Henry Deaver

She scares him. Like a lot. But it’s hot...Right? He doesn’t know if she hates him or not, but he’ll find out once he summons the courage to talk to her.

He’s wildly afraid of coming off as unimpressive, but he doesn’t know what these kinds of girls like. So he buys up a bunch of old-school horror movies, some of them truly god-awful, and hopes she’ll want to watch one of them. Oh, and he has to keep the lights on, and no, he won’t explain why. He just likes to watch movies with the light on. Yes, there’s a glare on the screen, and no, it doesn’t bother him.

She figures out Henry is jumpy and will lurk in the shadows to pop out at him at any chance. He screams and clutches his chest the first couple of times, then spends the rest of their time together peering around corners and assessing where she is at all times.

He will not make the first move. She kisses him first, under a full moon, and Henry practically melts.

The Kid

He’s the only man that kind of freaks her out. He’s tall, dark, quiet, and not in the typecast way. This guy looks like a dead tree. He kind of sits there all stiff and wide-eyed like ghosts are talking to him. Until he cracks his first gentle smile, she’s not even sure he has a pulse.

The Kid knows all the best scary movies, and we’re not talking Friday the  Thirteenth and A Nightmare on Elm Street. He has a stash of the freakiest underground film that makes even her feel uncomfortable watching, and she grew up on this shit.

She likes to wear dark lipstick, and he’s the only one who doesn’t make snide or “clever” comments. He likes the way she dresses and does herself up. It reminds him of a little porcelain doll. A cursed doll, but cute nonetheless.

To her surprise, he kisses her first. He’s not the most vocal guy, but he can read body language, and he knows it’s the right time. When he pulls away, the smile on her face turns his icy insides to liquid.

Henry Pearl

They meet at a midnight art showing in the middle of the town’s square. Her booth is set up with her spooky dolls and sinister paintings, sculptures and metaphysical crafts of bone and crystals. Henry gravitates toward her when he hears people whispering about her weird art.

She begs him to teach her some painting techniques, as she’s intrigued by his skill, and he obliges, but only later at night.

He makes her breakfast at night, explaining that nine PM is the perfect time for pancakes. She doesn’t mind since she’s a night owl by nature.

After they see each other for a few weeks, Henry paints a portrait of her and gets his first kiss as a result. It rocks his entire world. After the kiss, all he ever wants to paint is her face.

Mickey

He tries a little too hard to get her attention at first. She doesn’t know whether she finds him pathetic or if it’s kiiinda cute how he follows her around like a puppy.

They bond over music one day in Mickey’s car, which is NOT the car she first saw him driving. He lights up when metal plays, croons to power ballads, gets emotional over the break-up songs. She can see he’s a genuine dude who wears his emotions on his sleeve.

Mickey brings her flowers he stole from various gardens. He had a vision of buying her a bouquet of black roses, but they wanted 60 bucks at the store, so he improvises by prowling the garden district with a pair of shears.

Her black collars excite him. He asks if they mean anything or if they’re just fashion. She teases him and tells him if he wants to find out, he’ll have to prove himself. So he spends the rest of the week acting like the perfect boyfriend, though they’re not “official”, they are in his mind and he doesn’t have eyes for anyone else.

Merkel

Maybe the only guy who might be more goth than her. He likes black, wearing make-up and knows all the best underground clubs where they play dark industrial and everyone dresses like her.

He asks if he can dress her one day. To her surprise, Merkel has trunks of clothes he’s taken from fashion shoots. He styles her and stages his own photoshoot with her as his muse. The pictures are strikingly editorial, and she has the best time.

Merkel talks about hanging out with all her idols. She listens with heart-eyes and a smile to rival a sunrise to the stories of Gordon’s travels through Europe.

Invites her over to his place one night for wine and black-and-white movies, but all she wants to do is check out his handcuff collection and put them to use. With a coy look, he escorts her to his studio apartment, asking, “do you have your own safeword, or should we decide on one now?”

Willard Russell

He doesn’t understand all the black, but he wants to because he thinks she looks beautiful. He’s never seen a girl like her before. Maybe she’s an angel, maybe she’s the opposite... All Willard knows is he wants to talk to her.

She understands his melancholy, and he doesn’t feel like he needs to put on a happy mask when she’s around. It’s a breath of fresh air to feel like he can be himself in front of someone who doesn’t try to change him.

Her intelligence baffles him, and she doesn’t speak like the folks he grew up with. She’s different in every way, and he falls in love with her quickly.

Willard makes her a tree swing in the forest where they like to go to be alone. She finds this incredibly sweet and kisses him on the cheek before taking a seat on the wooden plank. His skin heats from where her lips touched, and he spends the rest of the evening with her in a lovestruck daze.

#Bill Skarsgard hc #Bill Skarsgard imagine #Bill Skarsgard drabble #Bill Skarsgard fanfiction #Roman Godfrey #Axel Cluney #Henry Deaver #The Kid #Henry Pearl #Mickey Villains #gordon merkel #willard russell

[ecto-american]

Hello there! I forgot if I asked this before (my apologies if I did, I don't mean to rush you, take all the time you need), but I was wondering if you were able to possibly continue of have a part two for that one request where Star stumbled upon Sam and Danny playing bowling. I really enjoyed it, and would love to see more. Thanks!

I take prompts within reason but literally never expect me to write it within any reasonable amount of time because ho boy

The first part mentioned in the post

But why Sam? Out of all girls in town? Well, ghosts were spooky, makes sense that they’d attach themselves to goths like moths to a light. Did that mean the ghost boy hung out with a lot of local goths? No...surely at least one of them would have spilled the beans. 

Star stared off into nothing as she thought, only-half listening to her boyfriend’s commentary on the game. While she wasn’t looking at anything in particular, the popular teen couldn’t help but let her gaze fall into the loser trio’s direction. They were a few lanes down from them, bowling. Why they were in public being losers was beyond her. Especially knowing that Sam’s basement had a bowling alley.

Danny bowled, and he did an excited jump, saying something to the other losers. He had gotten a strike. This was his third one. Valerie had told her he was good at bowling, but she didn’t really ever think much about it. Her cousin was sulking, as normal for her weird, goth self. Sam glanced in her direction, and they met eyes. Star looked away to stare at her own game. Paulina was up, and as normal, she wasn’t a very good bowler. She got a gutter and was complaining to Dash about it.

Star lightly sipped a milkshake to avoid needing to reply, until Kwan finally snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Hey, Starlight? You okay?” he questioned. She glanced at him, and she shrugged.

“Just lost in thought,” she replied honestly. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Kwan was always such a sweetie, and Star couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s just some weird family stuff I can’t quite figure out,” she confessed. It was Kwan’s turn to steal a glance at the loser trio.

“Something happen with Sam?” he asked quietly. Kwan was the only one who knew the cousin connection, and he only knew because her parents had accidentally told him. If anybody besides Kwan, who for some reason really liked Sam, knew that she was cousins with that goth freak, her social life would be over. 

“...Sorta.” Star went back to watching them. The three had seemingly completely stopped their game, instead exchanging looks to each other.

And suddenly, they completely abandoned their game.

She didn’t even hide her confusion as she watched them simply...leave. As a group, with their game not even half over and leaving behind nothing, still in their bowling shoes, collectively going towards the back door. Where were they going? They had to be coming back, Sam would have never dared to leave her favorite pair of boots behind. 

Kwan noticed too.

“What’s up with them?” he asked. 

“I have no idea,” she mused. She stood up. “I’m going to go see. Just bowl for me if you want, or Dash can.”

“Gotcha!” Kwan nodded. “Let me know if you need help.”

“I can handle a goth,” Star lightly joked, smiling as she began to make her way towards them.

Sam was the last in line to exit out the back door, but she had seen Star coming for her, and she paused. She turned to her friends, saying something Star couldn’t make out before shutting the door on them. Sam turned to stare at Star as she approached, frowning.

“What the fuck is with you?” Sam demanded to know the second Star was close enough. “You’ve been super weird since Saturday. You actually texted me. You never text me.”

“Well yeah,” Star scoffed, crossing her arms. “I saw you and Phantom bowling together, and now you’re here? Bowling again?”

“Will you stop that?” Sam grumbled. Her hands went to her hips. “I was home alone all Saturday until you and Aunt Rene showed up. Nothing happened. Stop spreading false rumors just because you need a popularity boost in your prep crowd.”

“I don’t need anything from you,” Star replied. “Besides the truth I mean. Something’s going on. I wanna know what it is.” 

“Nothing’s going on,” Sam argued. “Why are you so hung up on this?”

“Because I know I saw something! I heard something!” Star insisted. She jumped, and Sam flinched as a loud crashing noise came from above. 

Star jerked her head to the ceiling, but saw nothing. She glanced at Sam, seeing her cousin stare worriedly above. It was obviously ghosts, any Amity Park resident could tell you that much. 

...Is that why Sam and her friends were eager to go? To see the ghosts? How did they know that there was a ghost fight going on before anybody else? That had to mean that her weird loser friends knew Phantom too. But Fenton’s parents hunted ghosts, didn’t they? They were the weirdos in town that wore jumpsuits everywhere. Maybe they had a tracker device? 

“We should leave,” Star spoke up. “Ghosts are dangerous.” She could have sworn that she saw Sam roll her eyes.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Sam just seemed to brush off the danger. There were hard thuds on the ceiling, making the room shake, and Star flinched. 

“That doesn’t sound fine,” Star frowned. 

Sam opened her mouth to reply, only for the ceiling to completely collapse as a ghost rammed inside. Star flew back a few feet from the impact, doing a roll as she was only stopped by the railing that separated the main floor from the bowling lanes. All the lights had gone out, and she could hear people scrambling for the exit. 

She looked up to see a full black ghost with its hands around Phantom’s neck, pressing him into the ground. Phantom kicked the ghost off, blasting him with some kind of green energy she had seen him use several times before the ghost screeched in pain, letting go of him and slithering off into the darkness of the bowling alley. 

“Are you okay?” Phantom’s voice asked, and Star immediately panicked. Sam.

She rushed over to see Phantom phasing Sam out from under some rubble, moving her away a few feet behind the bowling shoes counter. Star fell to her knees next to them. Sam looked dirty and had a few immediate scraps and bruises that began to form. Her foot was the worst. She couldn’t tell so much in the dark, but Star knew something was off. 

“I got her,” Star assured the ghost. He looked at her, almost...quizzingly. “She’s my cousin, I’ll ride with her to the hospital and call Aunt Pam.” 

Phantom blinked in absolute awe, glancing between her and the goth with disbelief. Well, it probably was kind of hard to believe. They were nothing alike. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it. Why was he so hung up on that? 

“Wait, what?” 

Sam scowled, grabbing Phantom by the collar and yanking him to her.

“Danny, go stop the damn ghost already!” she snapped at him. Danny? Oh, right. Danny Phantom. So weird that Fenton and Phantom shared a name. Well, Danny wasn’t that uncommon. They had several Dannys in their grade. 

Phantom broke out of his stupor, and he nodded. He took her hand off him, and he lightly squeezed it. Like they knew each other. It was subtle, but Star saw the touch and that brief look of intimate concern for her. 

“Get out,” he spoke to Star, and he soon jumped over the counter, and back into the action.

Star watched his leap, before she returned to Sam. With Phantom gone, Sam seemed to finally break a little. She had tears in her eyes now, and she gave a hard sniffle as she tried to not openly cry. Family rivalry was brushed aside, and Star leaned in to hug her. Surprisingly, one of Sam’s arms wrapped around her in a light hug back.

“Come on,” Star said quietly. She let go, and she got to her knees, staying squatted next to her cousin. Sam stared at her, lip quivering.

“I’m not going to be able to walk,” she complained quietly. 

Another glance at the injury, and well, yeah. No way Sam was walking on that kind of a twisted ankle. 

“It’s okay,” Star soothed. “I’ll help.”

Star glanced around, seeing the ghost fight finally be taken out of the bowling alley and back outside. The emergency exit they were by before was completely blocked, and several lanes had been torn up. But at least it was ghost-free from the immediate looks of it. 

She sighed with relief, standing up before holding her hands out to Sam. She pulled Sam to her foot, quickly shifting as they put their arms around each other’s shoulder. Sam leaned into her, and Star wrapped her arm around her waist, and they began to slowly make their way out, staying hugged along the wall. 

“Star! Sam!” The girls snapped their head towards Kwan, who had rushed up to them. He looked a bit disheveled, mostly dirty more than anything else, and he was glancing at them, concerned. “Are you guys hurt?” 

“Sam hurt her ankle pretty bad,” Star explained. Kwan glanced down, and he paled a bit. 

“It looks bad,” he replied bluntly. Star glanced down, seeing the injury truly in better light. Kwan was right. It did look bad. She didn’t realize until now that Sam was actually bleeding from her ankle too, and that the blood was on her cousin’s tights as well as some on Star’s pants. “Here, let me.”

Kwan shifted to pick Sam up bridal style, and Star immediately rushed for the door to open it for him. Kwan carried her with ease outside, where police cars were already pulling up. Star waved an officer down as he was exiting his car.

“We need an ambulance!” she called out. The officer just nodded, speaking into his radio as he came over.

“What’s the damage?” the officer asked. 

“My ankle,” Sam replied, lightly lifting up the injured foot in question. Now in the full bright light of the day, Star was absolutely sure that it was broken. The boot hid her foot, but it was at an odd angle that feet just didn’t bend at. 

“Come over here,” the officer instructed. He motioned for them to follow him as he took a few steps back towards a bench. “Set her down here.” 

Kwan did just that, with the officer’s help, putting Sam sitting down on the bench. Sam gave a small groan of pain as her foot brushed against the ground as she was transferred.

“Did you call your parents yet?” the officer asked. Sam shook her head no.

“I’ll call them,” Star promised. The officer nodded.

“Star, please call Grandma Ida,” Sam pleaded. Star glanced at her. “Mom’ll flip out.”

“I’ll see if I can reach Grandma first,” Star promised. She pulled her phone out, scrolling for her contact, and she rang up their grandma.

She answered, and Star quickly filled her in on the details, even though her mind was still thinking back to Sam and Phantom. Things were still way too weird. They way they looked at each other, Phantom’s reaction to the family connection. They knew each other. Star just knew it.

#my phics #phics #star #sam manson #danny phantom #plazmawulf

[ill-go-with-that-then]

Some Young Erasermic Because I Love Them With All My Dumb Heart

During their third year at U.A., Mic, Aizawa, and Kayama once passed an afternoon taking dumb personality quizzes. The results were predictable and obvious: Aizawa was logical, Kayama was ruthless, but Hizashi’s answer was a surprise - he was a romantic. The question that pushed him over the edge was “what kind of gift would you like best?” And Hizashi had chosen “something homemade! It really shows you care!” 

Shouta had never considered that. He’d picked “C - whatever I need most” so the idea that the effort to create the gift could count for more than its overall value was a revelation to him. This explained why Hizashi hadn’t looked too excited at Shouta’s gift of an umbrella on his previous birthday. But! July was coming, and with it Hizashi’s 18th birthday. It was a month away, Shouta still had plenty of time to make... something.

But what?

The obvious solution was a mix CD. Hizashi loved music, it was the perfect choice. Except... the only songs Shouta knew were from the CDs Hizashi had given him. He tried combining his favorites into one CD, but they just didn’t sound right, Hizashi must have put them in a better order or something - this wasn’t good enough at all. Besides, Shouta thought, Hizashi knew all those songs anyway. That wouldn’t be a good gift. He should make Hizashi a cake!

But... baking was so illogical. If you turn the heat up higher, the food should bake faster! It doesn’t make sense that it doesn’t! It doesn’t make sense to put salt in a cake!! Cakes are not salty!! And if you put Hizashi’s favorite candy in the batter, the cake should end up being that flavor!! Not some weird, lumpy mix of plain and over-sweetened. 

Anyway, after the third fire, Shouta was banned from the kitchen. He had to think of something else.

Other failed gift experiments: a knitted scarf (he kept snapping the needles), a drawing of Hizashi as a pro hero (according to Kayama, it looked like “goth jeanist who stuck his finger in a light socket”) and a photo album (turned out Hizashi was the one who took all the group photos.) Finally, it was the night before Hizashi’s birthday and Shouta had nothing - not only that, but he’d spent almost all his money on the other attempts. As a last ditch effort, he started listening to old episodes of Hizashi’s podcast, hoping it would give him SOME idea, ANY idea of something Hizashi might want.

Shouta listened to podcasts for five hours before he accepted that Hizashi never talked about anything he might like for a gift. He talked about everything else: music, the local hero scene, new All Might movies - even the cats at the cafe they frequented. But as hard as he tried, Shouta couldn’t think of anything that would make Hizashi happier than he was when he described the cafe’s new kitten stealing Shouta’s scone to the few dozen people that subscribed to his podcast. 

At that thought, Shouta stopped banging his head on the desk long enough to blink. That was it - the perfect idea. He didn’t have any more money, but he didn’t need any, the supplies for it were already in his room. It would be a long night, but Shouta had spent longer nights on less important things. He got to work. 

He and Hizashi met up for lunch the next day - Shouta had offered to take him someplace better than the cat cafe, but now he was glad Hizashi had said no, since cake and a bubble tea were about all he could afford at the moment. After they ate their food, Shouta shoved a clumsily-wrapped package across the table. “Here,” he said, already blushing. His mind worked furiously as Hizashi excitedly undid the wrapping. This was a bad idea. Why had he ever thought he could make anything? Hizashi was going to hate it, and worse yet he was going to be polite about hating it. If Shouta moved now, he could be out the door and halfway down the block before Hizashi knew what happened. There was still time to get out of this.

 But Shouta didn’t. He just sat quietly and waited for Hizashi’s judgement.

“REALLY?????” Hizashi screamed when he saw the gift. His jaw dropped, but he was still smiling, like Shouta had given him something perfect and valuable, instead of just one of his t-shirts with some yellow paint on it. He held the shirt up to his chest - it would fit, and you couldn’t tell it had been worn, Shouta thought. The black was a little faded, but that was fashionable, right? Wincing, Shouta wished he’d done a better job with the paint. The letters were wobbly; Put Your Hands Up!! was legible, but with Present Mic took a little puzzling out. 

“IT’S MY PODCAST!!” Hizashi shrieked, his grin even wider somehow. “THIS IS AWESOME!!”

Realizing that - just maybe - Hizashi wasn’t only being polite, Shouta decided it was time to move on to part two of the gift. Smiling a little awkwardly, he undid the zipper on his hoodie, revealing his own shirt - the twin of Hizashi’s. The writing on his was even messier, he’d given Hizashi the better attempt, but Shouta figured this was the true test of whether or not it was really the thought that counts. 

“OH MY GOD!!” Hizashi pressed his hands against his face, overcome. “This is the best day of my life!!!! Can we get a selfie??? I NEED A SELFIE OF US!! SHOUTA PLEASE!!!”

“It’s your birthday,” Shouta shrugged, blushing even harder. “Do what you want.”

It’s illogical to carry photos - why would you, when they can be stored digitally and accessed from anywhere? But to this day, Aizawa keeps a copy of this one in his wallet, just the same. 

#erasermic #maizawa #my writing #my ramblings

[charming-2d-boys]

Congratulations on 500 followers! You deserve it your work is amazing! If you could do prompt 21 with Feitan please?

Thank you very much! I'm really glad that you think so and I hope you'll like whatever else will get posted 🙇💞

I hope you'll enjoy this and thank you for requesting! 😄

21. “What do you mean she’s my new partner? She tried to kill me last week!” “Sounds like a you problem.”

Warning: some descriptions of pretty painful injuries (at least for normal people)

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   “Everyone, this is (Y/N). She’ll work with us this time since she has the necessary information and has worked here before, so she knows her way around, thus making it easier for us to gain access inside.” You stepped forward, bowing, before you smiled kindly. Despite how friendly you tried to appear, you felt nervous. You could do this. It wasn’t anything big. You were just going to work with the Phantom Troupe for a heist. Not a big deal at all. They were just dangerous thieves and murderers. Practically nothing to worry about.

   “Feitan, you and (Y/N) will stay together for this heist. I’ll explain the details at the right time.” Actually, scratch that. The moment your eyes fell on him, your only thoughts were to either kill him or leave. It seemed he had the exact same thoughts because you saw him take his umbrella out. The other Troupe members looked at you two, feeling the large amount of bloodlust you both aimed at one another.

   “Is there a problem?” Chrollo asked, glancing from one to another.

   “Yes! What do you mean she’s my new partner? She tried to kill me last week!” Feitan hissed, glaring at you with murder in his eyes.

   “Sounds like a you problem, midget. You shouldn’t have tried to steal from me in the first place. And I didn’t try to kill you. You just had a death wish.” You smirked as you shrugged, feeling just as much anger towards this little goth gremlin, but trying to keep it in check.

   Just the week before, like he said, you were actually in one of the most popular areas of the city, strolling about and enjoying the change of scenery. You had bought yourself some local street food from a vendor and had just put your wallet in your pocket before you felt it disappear barely a few seconds afterwards. You quickly turned around and caught the person’s wrist, locking eyes with the one who you now found out was called Feitan. Seeing that neither of you was willing to let go of your wallet, you used your Nen.

   Feitan let go the moment he felt and even saw as his fingers literally started opening up as if they’d been sliced through. He even felt the pain and saw the blood, but the moment he looked towards you and then back at his hand, there was nothing. No pain, no blood, nothing cute. Everything seemed normal. And you had left quickly, taking advantage of the busting crowd to make yourself scarce and make him lose track of you.

   “Whatever differences you have will have to be put aside or talked thoroughly later. This is an important heist and I don’t want to lose the opportunity of taking everything we want.” Chrollo looked serious as he explained, making the both of you settle down, though you would still glare at one another now and then.

   At one point, you’d gotten so annoyed with him that you didn’t even pay attention to Chrollo’s words anymore and just showed Feitan the middle finger as you smirked, making him squint his eyes at you. He’d get you soon enough and teach you a lesson. Too bad you were thinking the same thing.

#500 followers event #hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x reader #feitan #feitan portor #feitan x reader #feitan portor x reader #hxh feitan #hxh writing