#oh and how I love the dark blue and white contrast between them

[maxescheibechlinichacheli]

#kiseki: dear to me #kiseki dear to me #fan ze rui x bai zong yi #taiwan bl #bl series #bl drama #maxine gifs #how wonderful that must feel to finally be able to touch each other again #to kiss and caress #oh and how I love the dark blue and white contrast between them #sort of ying and yang

[eddiediaaz]

Hi! Your coloring on that recent may day gifset of eddie and buck is so incredibly gorgeous, do you think you could explain how you managed to color the scene like that, despite how dark and blue it is, with flashing lights? Only if you want to! Love everything you post 💌

hiiii, oh my gosh thank you so much!! yeah this scene is so dark and cold, and with the flashing lights it's not the most ideal scene to color. what i did is mostly just worked on bringing back some warmth and light back into the scene, and keep the shadows deep enough.

you're lucky, this is one of the very few times where i actually kept my psd, so i can give you the exact details 😅 steps under the cut! (reference gifset)

this is how the gif looks sharpened without any coloring layers:

i usually start coloring by trying out the automatic settings of a curves layer, see if that helps. it sometimes does the heavy lifting for me, but for this particular scene it didn't do much. so i just brighten up the scene a bit with some levels, curves, and exposure layers. i prefer doing it little by little over multiple layers than all at once.

don't worry about the blacks being too lifted and gray, i'll fix that later.

when the brightness is where i want it to be, i usually use channel mixer and/or color balance to bring back some colors in (or remove tones i don't want). for this scene i only used color balance to bring back some warmth (reds and yellows). i always use color balance in all three midtones, shadows, and hightlights (usually in that order too, but i often go back in between them to change the values as i need).

when the tones are where i want them, i go play around with the separate colors with a selective color layer (or two or three, depending. usually at least two). for this one i went in the blacks and added some more blacks, so the shadows are a bit more deep. then i went in the reds and yellows to bring more warmth.

and the magentas to make sure the skintones aren't too pink, then i went to the blues and cyans to enhance the blue tones from the lights i didn't touch the greens, neutrals, or whites for this scene.

i then like to add some vibrance and saturation with a vibrance layer. it's at this point that it really comes to life, and that i really see what difference a good selective color layer makes. sometimes i use multiple selective color layers to separate warm and cold tones, but i didn't feel the need to do that here.

i wanted the yellow stripes on their turnouts to be less green so i fixed it with a hue/saturation layer in yellow.

then i added my usual brightness/contrast and black & white layers on top to add more depth and contrast.

after these final touches, the skintone was slightly too deep for my liking so i went in and fixed it with another selective color layer in the reds, but you could always go back to the first selective color layer and edit the red sliders there, if you prefer to have less layers. i placed this layer between the vibrance layer and first selective color layer.

and that's it! here's the before after:

that's my process for most gifs i make :) i hope this helps

#alie replies #Anonymous #photoshop #coloring #*ps help #resource #completeresources #psd #userko #uservivaldi #tuserheidi #userautie #usermadita #userisaiah #userraffa

[nohoney]

watched the lost boys recently and all i could think abt was 80s goth vampire dabi

if we're talking 80s goth vampire dabi, this song just sets the vibe for me. creature au isn’t a big strong suit of mine but this was fun!

♪ i think i want you / i think you’re bad ♪

you and your boyfriend are new to the town you've moved into, making a new home after deciding that dealing with your family's toxic dynamics was not worth anymore of your time. you needed a new start, a better home, and a different life. a cute two bedroom house is all yours, a little garden in the back along with a pristine picket fence that you adore.

the neighbors are quite nice but give you and your boyfriend a jarring piece of advice: stay away from dabi and do not invite him into your house under any circumstances.

upon asking who dabi is, your neighbors hush up and tell you that it's best to not ask any questions. just listen and obey it if you want to live peacefully, it's best since you're the new folks in town. to you, it feels like the people are probably bullying whoever this dabi person is if they can't provide a valid reason why he's not to be interacted with.

five weeks since you've settled into your new home, you walk at night to the video store to rent a few tapes to watch for the weekend. you debate between some french film and a clint eastwood movie, wondering if maybe a foreign film would be a nice change of pace or if maybe sticking to a famed movie star would be a guarantee for a good movie. someone happens to be in the same aisle as you and just to make small talk, you ask them to pick between the two. the french film is chosen but you also decide that clint eastwood could also be a good back up just in case.

"if my movie night stinks, i'm gonna go around town looking for you to blame." you crack a small joke.

"well if i'm gonna get my ass kicked by you, it'll be easier to find me by name: i'm dabi."

you shake his hand, your touch lingering for just a few seconds longer than you should be doing when you withdraw. his hands are a little cold but then again, so are yours since the night is fairly chilly. so the infamous dabi is right there with you, and he’s not quite what you thought he would look like. he dresses the part of a punk, his heavy boots and the dark jacket he wears a little bit of a cliché and he’s got dyed black tips that contrast against the white of his hair, but the charming smile he’s sent your way is a foil to the stereotype you had in your head. he’s pretty even, you can’t help but be drawn to his eyes that are a lovely shade of blue. it’s almost hypnotizing how gorgeous he is—

“gonna make me shy sweetheart if you keep on staring like that.”

jolted awake, you sputter out an apology. dabi is gracious enough to wave off the moment, reaching a hand out to gently pinch your cheek. his fingers are cold along your skin, a tingle running up your spine and a nervous laugh leaves your mouth. butterflies flutter in your tummy as you clutch the video tapes to your chest, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. the dingy lights of the video store must make you look unflattering, especially in comparison to the handsome man in front of you.

it's wrong to think but you hope that you look pretty in his eyes.

“hey uh, if you don’t mind me asking… people around town said that you can’t be invited over. why is that? are you, like, a terrible houseguest or something?” you take a chance on uncovering the mystery of your neighbor’s advice. he seems polite enough and you like to believe that you had good judgement as well when it comes to people. dabi didn’t set off any alarm bells in your head.

dabi chuckles, like he’s amused by your question, unsurprised even. “i happen to be a lovely houseguest, the best even. i never enter a house without being invited in.”

“that’s a given, isn’t it?”

“oh doll, it’s the most important rule for me.”

you smile at him, feeling a little excited as he sends a wink your way and turns to leave the store. he says he'll see you around, his boots heavy on the carpeted floor until he's out of the premises. rooted to your spot, it takes you a few seconds to collect yourself. how could one conversation make you so flustered? how could one guy make you feel so giddy?

deciding it was just nerves, you chalk it up to being surprised of meeting this infamous dabi.

walking out into the brisk night, you make your way home with the rented video tapes. since the move, you’ve already taken a few walks at night on your in your own neighborhood. it was safe since the other residents were just families with little kids. there wasn’t any danger you had felt before when you walked past the houses with the neatly maintained lawns. it’s not necessarily danger you feel as you walk home, but something makes you feel as if you should look over your shoulder.

no one around, not a car moved out of place or even any of the tree branches rustling.

completely still, and yet you feel the need to hurry home.

dinner is eaten first along with washing the dishes, the movie night can begin then. you wash at the sink and your boyfriend does the drying. “i met dabi, the one the neighbors told us to never invite over. he was at the video store,” you tell him as you run a glass cup under the warm water from the faucet, “he actually helped in choosing our movies tonight.”

"oh? how kind. was he scary like the neighbors insinuate he is?"

you go over your impression of dabi in the video store, speaking on his demeanor and how he seemed polite enough. nothing from the brief interaction with him really warranted for you to be on alert. if anything, it made you curious. the last dish is washed clean by you and it's held out for your boyfriend to take, but you're left hanging onto it for a few seconds longer than it should take.

when you look over to your boyfriend, he's got this strange look on his face that has you confused on why he's giving you a look. "what is it?"

"nothing, just... why were you talking about dabi like that?"

like what? there wasn't anything you were saying that was special about the encounter itself. it was brief and polite, save for the little flirty actions that you chose to omit so that your boyfriend didn't get the wrong idea of what the meeting was like.

"sorry it's just... you seemed really dazzled by him. almost like you're hypnotized."

had you actually gushed about him that much? embarrassed doesn't even begin to describe how you feel. you sputter an apology to your boyfriend, reassuring him that meeting dabi was really nothing of note and that there was nothing to worry about. there had never been any instances of jealousy between the two of you during the relationship so it was a first for you to give reassurance that another man hadn't swept you off your feet.

an uneasy smile is given to you, like he's trying to be okay with it and you feel guilty. you hadn't really spoken like you were gushing over dabi, right? you could have sworn you were being very normal about him.

it sits on your mind as you curl up on the couch, your boyfriend's warm fingers idly massaging the back of your neck as clint eastwood stars as "the man with no name" and delivers his lines smoothly, "shoot to kill, you better hit the heart. aim for the heart or you'll never stop me."

the movie hardly gets your attention, still feeling your mind drift off to dabi. his fingers were cold against your cheek when he had playfully pinched your earlier at the video store. normally the little neck massage that your boyfriend gives you is a comfort, so it's another first when you politely tell him that he can stop. like all of a sudden his touch is making you uncomfortably warm.

"did i do something wrong?"

"no, no, you didn't. i swear it, i'm just..." you search your mind for an excuse to give, "fussy today i guess."

you can't shake off the bit of guilt in your stomach even as you lay in bed later that evening. an extra apology was given to soothe your own conscience and it was accepted before being given a good night kiss. turning over to lay on your side, you hope that you'll feel better tomorrow. but you don't have an easy sleep either, waking up only just two hours after putting yourself to bed.

careful to leave the bed so that you don't wake your boyfriend, you quietly press your feet onto the floor and leave the warm blankets. the curtains are drawn over the windows, the sheer fabric of it not really keeping out the moonlight that's pouring in. the curtain is pulled aside slightly so that you can peer through the window and glance into the street. street lights illuminate the sidewalks of the neighborhood, the artificial glow a comfort in a way to you as you gaze out the window.

you blink and dabi appears under the light.

he gazes at you first before giving you a little wave, which you reluctantly returned.

next thing you know, you're opening the front door and stepping out into the night to join him. you sense no danger or harm as you approach dabi, the usual cautiousness that you practice completely absent in the moment. in fact, you don't even register that you're meeting him in the street in your little nightie. the only thought you had cross your mind was to meet him where he was. there may be a chill in the air but it doesn't deter you from standing a respectable distance away from him.

"it's late, shouldn't you be in bed?" you ask dabi, the gravel of the street digging into your feet since you hadn't bothered to even put on house slippers when you left your bed.

in fact, you don't even question how he knows where you live.

"could say the same to you. don't want a pretty doll like you to feel all fatigued in the morning. just go back to sleep, okay?" dabi gestures back to your home with the front door left wide open.

the glow of the porch light looks inviting, the warmth of your home does call to you. but you would be remiss to not offer dabi to come in, that it would be rude to leave him behind in this chilly night and perhaps offer him some tea. "do you want to-"

dabi holds up his hand to interrupt you, "not yet, but believe me, i really do."

"so why not?" there's something in you that's making you antsy, that's making you eager to pull dabi into your home. you can't explain it, only that his presence in your house would fulfill this weird void that you didn't even know that you had.

he chuckles at you, making you feel like you're missing out on something that you should be aware of. "well for one thing, i didn't even bring you a housewarming gift. plus, i'd like to meet the man of the house."

"do you want me to wake him too?" you offer, once again not thinking of the unusual nature of this meeting.

dabi sucks air between his teeth, gazing at you once more as he steps towards you. just like at the video store, he pinches your cheek playfully. blue eyes peer at you and then he moves his hand to gently pet your hair. "god, you are the easiest little target i've had the pleasure of meeting. you're making this too easy, you know?" he tells you with what sounds like is supposed to be disappointment but instead feels like amused disbelief.

making what too easy?

"you were so quick to fall for me, i've never worked this fast before."

suddenly the edges of your vision begin to blur and your mind feels fuzzy. your legs weaken and dabi catches you as you fall towards him, his body cold against yours but his hand comfortingly massaging the back of your neck. goosebumps rise along your skin but you bury your nose into his chest, smelling the rich leather of his jacket and letting out a dreamy sigh. "dabi?" you call out softly, your eyes fluttering as you try to clutch onto him, "what's going on?"

he presses you tightly against him, leaning down to breathe deeply along where your neck and shoulder meet. the strap to your nightie falls off your shoulder and you don't know how that invites him even more to keep you longer with him.

"go back to sleep, doll. i'm sure you're all tuckered out from your movie night."

movie? oh yeah, he made the choices for you in the video store...

"shame that you looked so bored though, i wanted to go in there and rescue you."

you wake to sunlight pouring in the bedroom, taking a few seconds to orient yourself to your own space. the blankets feel cozy like they usually do and the light coming through curtains is pretty, just like you knew they would be. still, you can’t help but feel a little strange after the dream you had last night.

did you really go out to meet dabi last night? the dream felt very real but there’s no way you’d do something so silly like that. he’s a stranger, someone you’d only met for a few short seconds and didn’t exchange any personal info with. so there’s no reason for you to have had a dream about him. maybe you were just enthralled from meeting someone new and that’s why.

yeah, that should be it.

after all, you were restless the first two weeks moving into town and had dreams about the neighbors delivering bug casseroles or throwing flaming newspapers through the windows.

the bed is made up, the pillows fluffed, and you neatly tuck the blankets exactly how you like them. glancing at the window, you approach to pull aside the curtain. the crisp night air from last night comes to mind as well as dabi standing right underneath the street light. the gravel underneath your feet, the smell of his leather jacket, and his fingers pinching your cheek last night…

wow, you really must have had a really vivid dream. usually most of them you forget within a few minutes of waking up.

your stomach rumbles and you hope that your boyfriend has started making breakfast. but as you reach the corner of the hallway, you hear him speaking to someone at the front door. you hide around the corner and do your best to listen in.

“he walked her to the gate of your home, i swear it! i was almost scared that she had invited him in!” it sounds like the elderly lady that lives with her eldest son who is a widower, she was a kind little thing that gave you a basket of oranges, “we told you! stay away from him! he’s evil!”

so you had walked out last night? it wasn’t just a dream?

“ma’am, i’m sure you thought you saw (name) but i would know if my own girlfriend left our bed in the middle of the night. i happen to be a very light sleeper.” your boyfriend speaks lightly and seems as if he’s trying to find an out to the conversation, “and for your information, she did meet dabi and she said that he was quite kind to her.”

the reveal of this information sends the elderly woman into some type of tizzy, “no, no! she should have stayed away like you were warned to! dabi could have already put his spell on her. if he chose her then she’ll speak like she’s in love with him already! and she’ll talk of dreams with him!”

at the sign of her agitation, your boyfriend decides to shut the door on her coupled with an attempt to politely disengage. her shouts are still heard through the wood and even from where you stand hidden.

“you need to protect her! dabi took away my daughter-in-law! don’t let her out of your sigh—especially at night!”

your boyfriend heaves a heavy sigh, “christ, this lady… get her some meds!”

his footsteps start to march towards the kitchen but you retreat back into the hallway so that you’re out of sight when he passes by. the familiar sounds of pots and pans clang against one another but now you have no appetite to eat. instead you go back to the bedroom to stand in the spot at the window.

standing behind the sheer curtain, you’re able to make out your elderly neighbor walk past the gate. her widowed son is meeting her and offering his arm for assistance, but she points a hand to the house. when the son does look to the house, you pull back the curtain and attempt to give a friendly wave.

it’s met with a grim look instead, leaving you awkwardly lowering your hand. the elderly woman and her son make their way back to their house, and you stand in your spot for just a little longer. you can still visualize dabi standing under the street lamp.

“you're making this too easy, you know?"

making what too easy? what did dabi mean by that? why are you even questioning words from a dream anyway?

chalking it up to just a strange morning, you decide that it’s best to freshen up before presenting yourself to your boyfriend for breakfast. in the bathroom, you cup your palms under the running water and then splash it on your face. you repeat a few more times until you feel clean, reaching for the nearby face towel to dry you off.

“doll… i wanna see you.”

you freeze for a few seconds, dabi’s voice so clear and crisp in your mind it was as if he were with you right now.

“… dabi?” you speak quietly but you’re unsure why you’re even calling for him in the first place.

you sit at the breakfast nook, looking over the newspaper s you stir your spoon around in the coffee mug aimlessly. the pan is sizzling loudly as it cooks eggs and bacon on the oiled surface.

“so hon… any dreams last night?” your boyfriend makes conversation, which you’re quick to say that you didn’t remember which was a common answer from you. and you didn’t want to worry him if you talked of dreaming about dabi; you still felt bad from the conversation last night.

“wanna see you… come see me at the beach tonight.”

“hey, you’re not going anywhere tonight are you?” you ask and your boyfriend tells you that he’s not. “could i take the truck out tonight and drive by the beach? i’ve always wanted to sit on the sand and watch the waves when it’s nighttime.”

he says it’s fine but to not be out too long, and to bring a beach blanket too. he trusts that you’ll be fine on your own because you’d never given him any reason too. giddiness rises up in your chest, bringing a smile onto your face as breakfast is set in front of you.

“i’m so excited for the beach tonight! i can’t wait!”

dabi’s voice croons in your head, “good girl.”

#dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #i liked this ask nonny and enjoyed it more than i thought!

[just-some-random-blogger]

A Goth & An Emo Walk Into a Room

Dream of the Endless x Wayne!Reader, Bruce Wayne & Sister!Reader

Summary: "He's literally an anthropomorphic personification of dreams," Bruce says, making me roll my eyes. I place my hands on my hips as he continues, "the attraction you feel to him is just-" "It's literally just a coffee date!"

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, overprotective older brother!Bruce, THERE IS NO INCEST IN THIS FIC I WILL CHOP YOUR FINGERS OFF, i said this would be short idk why i did this to myself, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: i'm in a goth/emo bf brain rot and i thought of this last night so i had to write it. ALSO I WANNA SAY I HAVE 3 REQUESTS PENDING BUT DW I WILL GET BACK TO YOU MKAY I LOVE YOU Part 2 ig??? "Vengeance & Nightmares"

Alfred stops what he is doing and heads for the entrance the moment he hears the doorbell buzz. The moment he opens the door, one thing is very apparent to him.

"Lord Morpheus," the old butler with white hair greets, nodding.

Alfred takes in his attire, the long trench coat that reaches his ankles and the shiny, black, heeled, leather dress shoes that were barely visible because of it. He takes in his dark hair, wild and unkempt, the darkness of his water line that makes his blue eyes more teary than it already is. He takes in his black leather pants and black cotton shirt, and its stark contrast to the bouquet of wildflowers and peonies in his grip.

He was exactly like his master Bruce.

"Alfred," the King of Dreams regards with his deep voice that vibrates in the butler's thorax.

The said man sidesteps and motions, "the young masters have been despairing over the dress that our dearest-"

"DREAM!" I call from the top of the curved staircase. I grin breathlessly as I tighten my grip on my silken robe and run down the steps and rush towards them.

I release a breath as I make my way between Alfred and my date, eyes falling to the flowers in his grips.

"Are those for me?" I ask, painted lips curving in endearment.

"They are indeed," Dream's stoic face barely softens as he hands me the flora.

I release a chuckle and accept them gratefully, "you've been taking my pointers to heart, it seems."

"I have," he responds, lips curving, though not nearly as much as mine.

I inhale deeply the fragrance of my flowers before releasing a chuckle, "well they're beautiful, Dream. Thank you."

"You are welcome."

"Might I suggest that the lord wait for his date in the parlour while I prepare him some tea?" Alfred says, turning from me to Dream.

I release a huff and pull the flowers away from me, "I swear I was nearly ready but then Bruce ripped my dress, and I tackled him, and because of that I had to redo my makeup, but then he became five and hid my highlighter, then I heard the door, and I had to make sure to got here before-"

"It is quite alright," Dream mutters airily, brows knit slightly, "I do not think waiting for you to finish dressing will wear my patience at all."

I chuckle, pursing my lips in a soft smile, "still. I did say 12 o'clock."

He shakes his head, "Cast away your worries. I will wait as long as necessary."

"I will wait as long as necessary," Bruce echoes when I make it back into my room.

I roll my eyes at him and shove him, "stop being insufferable, you sewer rat."

Bruce raises his brows as he reels back at my violence, "you look like a sewer rat."

"Oh, thank you," I coo, going to my walk in closet, "I really tried my best," make my way behind the folding screen, "but you make it look effortless, babe."

Bruce scoffs as he plops on the bed, lying down on the cushion, "you've clearly never seen a rat, nor a sewer, seeing how disconnected you are with reality from the view up on your high horse."

I release a long string of chuckles, "what do you mean? I'm literally related to a sewer rat; how could I not know its filth?"

Just as Bruce props on his elbows, I changed into my backup dress and throw my robe at him.

He pulls the fabric blocking his vision and watches me as I make my way to my vanity and press two pumps of perfume on both sides of my neck.

He examines the green dress on my body, snorting at the drop back and the slit, "if he so much as even breathes the wrong way around you-"

"Bruce," I roll my eyes.

"I'm serious," he blurts, quick to stand on his feet, "I don't care what he is, I will destroy him."

I press my lips into a thin line and look up at his darkened expression. I smooth the fabric on his shoulders then pat his cheek, "okay, Batman."

Bruce is hot on my trail as I head out and make my way down to the parlour, putting on my pumps along the way.

"He's literally an anthropomorphic personification of dreams," Bruce says, making me roll my eyes. I place my hands on my hips as he continues, "the attraction you feel to him is just-"

"It's literally just a coffee date!" I quip, grabbing onto his arm as I struggle putting on my shoes.

Bruce catches me, knitting his brows, "tell him that," he is exasperated when he adds, "the man literally proposed to you when you met."

"He's a literal endless being; our mortal concepts are merely quaint suggestions for him," I say, suddenly thinking, "do I have lipstick on my teeth?"

He makes a face as I bare my teeth at him, "no, just spinach from last night."

"Ha," I pull away from him, "you honestly think between the two of us, you have better dental care?" I walk away again, "your front two teeth are literally fake."

"Your whole personality is fake," he quips, walking by my side.

I scoff, "come on," I take his arm once we make our way down the stairs, "your elderly is showing. Your roasts are getting so lame."

"That's because hang around you all day."

"Pssh."

"Or should I say I worry about how you constantly insist on getting yourself into exceptionally venturesome situations," Bruce turns down to me with a hard look.

"I'm literally the best thing in your life, don't even," I snort, I shoot him a similar look, "you'd literally be twice as lame without me. And that's apart from the fact you'd have turned the entire estate into a cave of darkness."

"Hmm, as opposed all your rackety house parties?" He sighs, "sounds like bliss to me."

Once we are two steps away from reaching the floor, I shove Bruce off me. Of course, he does not fall and lands on his feet with a jump, then shoots a look of daggers at me.

I faux gasp and place a hand over my lips, "oops, sorry chummy."

I push back my hair as I make my way to my date.

The moment he feels my presence, Dream turns to me and rises from his seat. He meets me halfway as I walk over to him. Once I am in front of him, I raise my hands and tilt my head, "so, what do you think? Good enough?"

He holds his hand out for me and I take it, "you put all others to shame with your radiance."

I cannot withhold my giggle as he kisses the back of my hand.

Dream pulls away when he hears the annoying cough behind me.

I huff as I hear my brother speak, "Dream."

Bruce makes his way to my side as Dream nods, "Bruce."

"Take care of my baby sister," he says dryly.

I roll my eyes at him, "I'm literally 2 years younger than you."

"That already goes without saying, but I assure you," Dream turns to me, "she will be under my constant protection."

"And can you protect her from yourself?" Bruce snips.

I sigh and grab onto his stiff arms, "alright, that's enough," I push him away, "go listen to My Chemical Romance of something."

Bruce does not listen to MCR at all, and only eyes us from the corner of the room as we make it to the door.

How funny. Reminds you of anyone?

Dream is unfazed as he stands outside the open entrance, still as the wind catches his coat.

Alfred helps me wear my coat.

"I do admit, your brother's dislike is ironic," Alfred notes as he pushes my coat up my shoulders, "when they are clearly cut from the same black, brooding cloth."

"Exactly!" I chuckle, spinning to look at him, "I'm thinking it's because he wants to be the only black sheep around."

Alfred measures my words before speaking as he hums, "then it appears you must like the King of Dreams very much."

I involuntarily chuckle, feeling as though I was caught, "it's just coffee, Alfred."

He hums once more as he nods, "very well then, miss."

Dream turns to me, then to his hand that I take in mine once I am beside him.

I release a breath, "I really like holding hands when I walk with people. Will that be a problem?"

"Certainly not," Dream mutters, his relaxed hand firmly grips mine.

#dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless x you #batman au #batman fanfic #sandman fanfic #morpheus x reader #batman x reader #the sandman fanfic #the sandman fluff #the batman fanfic #batman fluff #older brother!bruce wayne #morpheus fanfic #dream fanfic #dream x reader #dream x you #dream of the endless fanfic #dream of the endless fluff #the sandman x reader #dream of the endless smut #morpheus fluff #the sandman x you #morpheus x you

[starlightingsss]

sparks fly / 2

wildest dreams. 3

kinda hating how i wrote the relationship between haymitch and reader ☹️

u guys i js realized but when im typing on mobile my capitalization is inconsistent n some paragraphs have capitalize first lettters and some dont 😭 sorry

129. she had waved and blown kisses at 129 people so far, making eye contact and reaching her hand into theirs. everything had gone by so fast, she was holding onto haymitch as they got off the train, holding onto his arm.

the crowds had gone wild once they saw, haymitch himself slightly opposed to the public display but unable to shake the woman off his arm.

she loved it, loved having everyones eyes on her. loved the attention, loved the fame. it took forever to get to the stylist cars - much to haymitch and her district partner's annoyance.

haymitch had been careful to make sure not to show any favoritism to the girl, made sure he didn't get attached. he wanted her to survive, and he didn't want to break the poor girls spirit, but still - he didn't think she could live, tributes don't usually care for beauty and it wouldn't get her allies. she would have to prove she was smart, or strong, or anything that might be considered valuable in the arena.

as she and her district partner boarded separate cars, he went onto his own car - one for mentors.

in that car, she was with 4 people. one woman with gold braided into her hair, contrasting against her dark skin, with bright pink makeup and a bright blue dress - weird contrasts but still stunning on her and her skintone. this was her stylist, allium everstar. she had seen the woman on tv many times, as she was always assigned to district 12. the other 3 looked quite bizarre, a woman with fairy wings instead of ears, a man wearing a crop top and ankle length dress with dyed body hair and purple skin, and another woman whos hair was insanely long; split into 2 pigtails wrapping around her ankles, her skin was paper white and she seemed to be drawn in black and white, except for the gigantic golden necklace wrapped around her neck.

she heard them whispering among themselves, "this one is different ... unique! look at those eyes!", the man excitedly squealed to his team members.

she heard other fragments of conversation, little "she looks so different from them.. she could be a capitol girl!", "can't wait to see her all styled up..", "she would be gorgeous if she was pink!"

she looked out the window, still seeing people lined at the streets and waving at her, until they turned into a parking garage.

they all exited the car with peacekeepers joining them and leading them down the elevator.

she was getting sent even more deeper underground - into a room where there were bright white lights.

the team had led her into an odd bathroom, settling her into a bathtub. they stripped her of her clothing, leaving her bare in the cold air of the room.

the head stylist, allium took in her figure, looking at her up and down. she wrote something down onto a little notepad before leaving the room.

she was settled into the tub by the other 3, still unsure of their names.

the women scrubbed her body as the man prepared what seemed to be dye? was he gonna make her purple like him...

"oh dear god! rhuba! abernathy said not to mess with her hair!" exclaimed the woman, in all black.

"we're not cutting it, we'll just make her a little bit blonde .. i'm thinking a split dye, it'll be absolutely stunning on her!" the man named rhuba exclaimed, "don't always have to be so closeminded, volta.."

"we're gonna get in trouble!" the woman with fairy wings instead of ears snapped, "he specifically told us not to touch her hair!"

"i-its fine? i don't mind if you dye it like that .. just d-dont cut it!" y/n said, interrupting their little argument.

"oh dear .. your mentor is gonna kill us." sighed rhuba. "plus people probably wont like it like that, its not popular in the capital at all!"

"she said we could do it!" the man practically squealed, "how exciting! most tributes are so against us dying their hair!"

the two women just tsked, as they rinsed her of the soap and dried her off, they wrapped her in a towel and led her over to a metal bed.

"dear i'm just gonna wax you .. not sure i'm gonna need to though, bare as a baby.." said rhuba, "well! at least we have a tribute who actually takes care of herself this year, not sure why i'd expect less from someone who looks like her.."

"her nails seem ok too ... some color wouldn't hurt tho!" said the little elf looking woman, with the fairy wings instead of ears. she was buffing down her nails, just evening them out a little bit because otherwise she didn't need anything done.

"alright, so its just the hair!" the man said, as he moved himself to be able to access the womans hair.

"alright .. come over here.." he told her, leading her over to a chair. she had nothing but a robe on, and her body had already been examined and picked at her prep team. "it'll be done in just a second! only takes a few seconds to bleach your hair .. can't believe it used to take forever before!", he smiled as he coated half her head in the thick liquid, "...hey how about we add some tinsel extensions?"

"extensions?" she said, a little confused on why she would need the,.

"not just any extensions, hon! tinsel ones, they're like little reflective strips, it'll be totally gorgeous under the spotlight and we can have them match your makeup to it in the parade!" he laughed this, as he pulled out the extensions anyway. he rolled her chair over to the sink as he leaned her head back, washing out the bleach - leaving her with a head of half blonde and half black hair, it suited her but her hairstyle in general suited her beautifully.

he pulled out some weird hairdryer thing that fit over her whole head, and instantly dried out her hair.

once her hair was dried, he started adding the tinsel into her hair.

after about an hour, it was done. she had little holographic streaks coming out of her scalp and honestly, it was gorgeous.

"my makeup.." she asked, "who's gonna do my makeup?"

"oh dear that'll be allium! she's really good at it .. i'm sure she'll do you well!" he said, as he spun her to face him. looking her in the eyes, examining her hair and face .. "really gorgeous.."

"thank you.. and my clothes are decided by allium too right?" she said, a little bit worried.

"yep! she basically does everything except hair, waxing and nails, but she still had control over what we do with you .. now she might be a little mad about your hair.." he laughed again, as he pinched a lock of it. "but i'm sure it'll work well with however she dresses you!" , he gave her a reassuring smile.

she smiled back, as he sent her off to allium, peacekeepers greeting her as she walked out of the room and escorting her to the elevator. they went up 16 floors, up to the 2nd floor. the peacekeepers dragged her up to a door with her name on it, "y/n l/n" and then her stylist's name under it.

she walked into the room, it was like a dressing room - the vanity illuminating the clutter of makeup products on it, a rhinestone bodysuit on a mannequin. it was beautiful but it didn't cover much, the neckline of the suit high and up to the throat but it was sleeveless, and had a heart cut out over her chest area that would show cleavage and little red rhinestones around that heart making it seem like it was a bleeding heart. the sides were cut out, showing even more skin, the cut-outs were all lined with lace, and there was a little very sheer cape and "skirt" meant to cover her a little, the cape wouldve gone as far as her wrists, and the skirt didnt even reach 1/4 of her thigh, barely covering anything.

"oh you saw it .. was gonna make it a suprise for you! didn't expect you to be done so fast.." allium gushes, as she came out from a back room. "the bodysuit is one of a kind, and you're going to need to be stitched into it - it's held together by pins right now but its fine, the jewels are all little pieces of obsidian, the red stuff is rubies, theres also some absolutely gorgeous shoes to go with them! this isn't what i had planned at the beginning but then when i saw you at the reaping ... oh god you were stunning! wasn't sure how i would be ok with myself if i covered you with coal, we're still gonna go for that kind of makeup look though, smudgy eyeliner, freckles and a blood red lip! it'll be stunning on you .. your hair... jesus he butchered it! but no worries, it matches up.. we'll just use a lot of highlighter to make you look like a diamond!"

"you know .. back in the day some people actually used coal as liner i think! we could try that but im not sure how it'd look .. better not to risk it. now i need your help to pick what shoes and jewelry we'll have for you! nothing on the neck of course, its already covered by the suit but we need some bracelets, earrings and maybe an anklet?" she seemed insanely excited as she just kept talking, "we'll cover you in diamonds .. you've got to love that! come come!", she continues gushing as she gestured the girl over to a table where jewelry was displayed.

"i was just stunned by you ... these are all real, and all very expensive. i think this one and this one are the best," she pointed at 2 bracelets, but not bracelets, more like something to go on the upper area of your arm with diamonds spilling down to your wrist. more like a makeshift sleeve?

"those are really nice! could i have a ring? the heart shaped diamond one!" y/n asked, her voice a little squeaky from excitement - she loved all things beauty, makeup, skincare, clothing.

"of course! was thinking about giving you pearls but then i remember that 12 was a mining district, not sure how you'd get pearls there!" she smiled, happy that her tribute was sharing her admiration for clothing and all things beauty.

"now! shoes, you pick .. i think you'd stun in something that'll make you taller and goes up higher on the thigh..!" she pulled the girls arm, taking her to the shoe collection ..".. how about these! you better pick quick .. we only have 2 hours left and i'm not sure that'll be long enough for you to get your hair styled and your makeup done.."

"those are really nice!" she smiled, as she looked at the thigh high boots with pointed tips and red bottoms, covered in black velvet - luxurious.

"alright alright! now we'll have your makeup done, then ill style your hair a little, and then you can get dressed and meet up with your mentor and district partner for the tribute parade!" she said this, her voice getting louder as she clapped her hands and a squad of people came out. seating herself into the chair in front of the mirror, they wet her hair, and started her makeup.

it took around an hour for makeup, excessive makeup that would only look good from a distance. stage makeup, and it was gorgeous.

the smudged out eyeliner drawn out to give a "kohl" look to the girls eyes, the dark red lips lined with even darker lip liner and sharp corners - making her lips seem curled in a smile, her eyes standing out. her eyes were captivating, her entire look was sultry, dominating and seductive at the time - all things that she wasn't. and that would've worked out for her, in the interviews and everything. a woman forced to appear strong in her parade, a woman with a sharp eye and luscious lips, a sultry and seductive woman. a maneater, something that she wasn't and she knew how to work across it, "oh god my stylist just did that to me .. i swear i'm not actually like that!" and little smiles, kisses and looks that would melt anyone. the innocence that wasn't yet stained, something she would have to work to show off, she wasn't what she was dressed to be and it felt like a costume to her. but still, she wore the costume well and just for the night.

as her stylist re-entered the room, she practically squealed when she saw the girl.

"oh dear! this is exactly how i imagined everything .. you stun me!" she managed out, as she examined her face.

"thank you.. i feel really pretty right now!" y/n proclaimed, unsure what exactly she should say.

"honey! you are really pretty!" she laughed, "well now it's time to give you back to your mentor and stuff.."

"he's probably gonna have a stroke when he sees me like this." the girl jokes back, haymitch was probably going to look like hes having a stroke when he first sees her, his jaw dropping a little and eyes widening in shock as he would took in the figure - a figure she wasn't used to "rocking" like this.

as she was lost in her thoughts, allium was pulling her around and eventually into the elevator.

"im so excited!" she squealed, this was her first year after all - and she got to style one of the more gorgeous women she had ever seen..!

the girl still lost in her own thoughts just had a dreamy smile on her face, imagining what haymitch might think of her.

as she entered the room, there was exactly 26 minutes until the tribute parade.

"someone finally decided to show up.." her district partner grumbled this while scowling, haymitch was reclined back into the luxurious sofa with a drink in his hand. he had cleaned up quite a bit, he was wearing a suit. he looked amazing and the girl was definitely staring.

"jesus theyre gonna have a field day with you." he slurred a little, he was drunk. he sat up, looking at her with his full attention. he took in the bodysuit, it hugged her curves well, showing a lot of skin, his eyes lingered where they shouldn't have for a while as he looked her up and down - slightly shocked by what she was wearing.

she just laughed at his words, blushing a little because honestly, she wanted to be on the couch snuggled up into him. she wasn't sure why but she was always quite drawn to the man, he was attractive , rough and a little messy - but still, he had a nice face and a nice body (for an alcoholic at least).

she sat down next to him, still not very comfortable as her stylist followed and sat down next to her district partner, his stylist standing behind haymitch.

"alright so .. you two need to try and get along.. just for the parade." haymitch said, a little grumpy. "but if you don't want to do that because the idea of being nice to each other disgusts you that much, then make it as obvious as possible .. you" he said, pointing at basil, "you need to figure out how to market yourself, make yourself look good and make them like you. and you, ehh sweetheart, you seem to have this whole 'make everyone fall in love with me' thing under your belt."

this led to a smile from her, as she nodded. her district partner seemed less than pleased, asking "why do we even have to make them like us anyway? shes not even that likeable.."

"you have to make them like you so you can get sponsors, sponsors are the difference between life and death in the arena- if you're starving, then a sponsors gift of food might saved your life .. and knowing you, you'll probably be starving if you survive that long. and, she" he said this, gesturing to you, "she is likeable because she is pretty, people are going to look at her before hearing what she says and they're gonna decide if they wanna keep her alive or not, she is desireable in terms of looks and looks can get you everywhere when it comes to sponsors."

"they're gonna hate her after they figure out what her personalities like.." he scowled as he thought about her, the simple thought causing his troll-like features to contort in displeasure. haymitch let out a sigh, seeing how those 2 couldn't get along.

the woman seemed offended at his words, and as she was about to say something not very kind about her partner, the intercom interrupted her.

"Tributes, the parade is taking place in exactly 10 minutes! Make sure you head to your chariots now." a shrill voice said from the speakers.

The group of them got up as they headed over to the chariots, she wasn't present for when they all rewatched the reapinga so she hadn't seen any of the tributes before.

The girl and guy from one were both beautiful, with the boy reminding her a little of cupid. They were covered in gold, matching their shiny blonde hair.

The pair from two were a little more average looking, with a younger girl and older guy, the girl looked as if she had been crying - not something expected from a career district.

From 3, they were both tall and slim, nothing extraordinary.

The pair from 4, with a boy that was obviously a kid - he couldn't have been older than 14.

She kept watching the other tributes, and she noticed how the girl from one would occasionally reach for the boys hand, holding it and smiling at the comparison. How she would look up at him with loving eyes, a look of longing and regret that was only visible to the trained eye. She noticed how the boy from 2 would comfort the girl from 2, patting her head sometimes. She saw how the girl from 4 was always looking back at the girl from 5, she noticed how the boy from 4 would scan the crowds with anxiety in his eyes. How the girl from 5 was also always looking at the girl from 4, love in their eyes for each other. She noticed how horrible the pairing for the career districts were - a pair of lovers, 2 kids, a woman entangled in a queer love affair that was bigger than she was, and the only actual "career" looking tribute was the boy, but still - he would comfort the girl from two. if anything, all the careers from one and two would group together, and the boy from 4 but the boy from 4 would be the one they left out a little more, the disposable one. The girl from 4 would probably ally with the one from 5, running away from the cornucopia to live out their dying moments in the arms of their love.

The pair from 10 seemed strong, 10 was the livestock district - butchers. They knew their way with a knife, and they probably knew how to kill. They would make powerful allies, the only reason they lacked victors was because of their lack of sponsors, they were a district that was greatly overlooked in the games.

She looked at the hands of each tribute, paying particular attention to those of 4 and 8, the districts where knots were useful, 4 using fishing knots and 8 being the one of textiles and fabrics. The pair from 8 almost definitely knew their way when it came to knitting / tying / sewing, the boy was 4 had callused hands - probably from fishing. She knew that those 4 people were to be looked out for as they would know how to manage and craft traps. The girl from 4 wouldn't be a problem unless she found her lover, she would be easy to pick off during her love crazed and very desperate search for her girlfriend. And the girl from 5, would be even easier once the girl from 4 was gone..

She was quickly snapped out of her thoughts when Haymitch snapped his fingers in her face, "sweetheart, parades gonna start in a minute or so."

"sorry , was js thinking about something" she apologized, not trying to upset the man. she climbed into the chariot, as she waved a goodbye to the group.

She stood in the chariot, Haymitch's words stuck to her, or not his words but more his tone. He always seemed a little irritated with her, unless she was serving him liquor, he didn't really acknowledge her other than that. He didn't go over plans or advice with her, he just asked her to refill his drinks. She felt like the was dumbing her down, but he wasn't like this before the games. When she first met him, he was sweet. He was drunk but he saved her, and was still kind with her. She didn't understand the reason for his overall dismissal of her, always talking to basil about actual stuff instead of her.

The chariots started as Snow finished his speech, she wasn't sure she had it in her to smile and wave like she did before but she did anyway. The capital seemed to love her, screaming her name. She was showered with roses as they threw them over the stands, she caught one and smelled it, lifting it into the air and blowing a kiss in the direction it came from, even louder cheering emerged from the stands. She kept a smile on her face for most of the parade, but honestly - she was glad it was over.

She met back up with her district partner, mentor, and their escort.

"So! How did we do?" she said, as she smiled, excited.

"Crowd went absolutely insane when you did what you did with the rose! You're a natural in the spotlight!" her escort gushes, a smile on her face as she admired the girl. "Oh and your outfit! It was stunning ... I'm not sure how anyone could keep their hands off you!"

The tribute smiled at her, still a little upset with the idea of the games.

Once they got back to the building where they were going to spend the night, her prep team made quick work of her outfit - giving her her old clothes back and leaving her to remove her makeup by herself.

She went up the elevator, following the instructions of Allium, to go up to the 14th floor because that's where she was staying.

She walked in and saw Haymitch and her district partner, both by the coffee table and obviously discussing plans about the games.

They both looked up at her when she walked in.

"What are you guys doing?" She said, walking closer to them, her voice pleasant.

"Just discussing strategies for the games," Haymitch said, "..could join us if you'd like."

"She'd probably prefer to go play with her makeup or try on dresses.." sneered Basil, he knew she took an interest to those things and he mocked her for it. Haymitch honestly wasn't much better about it though, just sighing and ignoring Basil's words as he continues to discuss the plans.

She was a little hurt, but just said "maybe later, havw to go take a shower right now.", as she put on a smile and walked away to her room.

She didn't have much trouble finding her room, as they were all labeled. It was a beautiful room, decked out in pink and gold, unsure if they made special arrangements just for her, she walked into the bathroom.

As she explored, she found a cleansing balm and a whipped cleanser, which she used to remove her makeup. After that, she found a hair mask, and some scissors. So naturally, she decided to cut her hair. She was unsure if it was because of her newly dyed hair color or because she was unhappy with how the dya went, but it didn't matter because she picked up the scissors and snipped off a chunk. As she realized what she had doen, and how it was a very big and noticeable chunk, she gave up and kept cutting. Eventually she ended up with a medium length haircut, that cut off at her breasts, opposing to where he hair used to be - at her hips, that admittedly did fit her newly dyed hair pretty well, as did it frame her face. She brushed out any of the hair she cut out and applied the hair mask, putting on a shower cap and laying on her bed. She found what she thought was a tv remote and turned on the tv, she didn't find many shows or movies - the media allowed in Panem was mostly government broadcasts and talk shows. She ended up not watching tv and instead decided to paint her nails and take a quick nap.

She slept peacefully for almost 30 minutes, as her hair mask marinated. Once she realized it had been 30 minutes, she removed the shower cap and slipped into the shower. Scrubbing at her body as she relinquished all the bad thoughts and feelings of the day, erasing the dirt and sweat that stained her pretty body. She decided to take her time, she would exfoliate and shave and everything, made sure to be perfect by the end of it. As she rinsed off her soapy body, she reached for the body scrub, applying a lather of the sandy feeling liquid to her legs. She scrubbed for a little, exfoliating her legs as she picked up the razor, coating her legs in shaving foam, she glided the razor down, removing any hair that might've grown since the last time she did this. She repeated this process on her whole body, as she rinsed herself off and felt truly clean.

She exited the shower, engulfing herself into a soft robe, she felt truly at peace with herself at the moment. She looked through the contents of the skincare drawer in the room, finding sufficient products. She grabbed a piece of ice from the mini fridge in her room, rubbing it over her face, once she finished with that, she decided on a skin tightening toner and some rose water, which she applied to her face and neck. Afterwards, she layered a moisturizer over it, before finally adding some snail mucin to lock in moisture - a weird ingredient but common capitol beauty trend.

She patted her face as she applied a hydrating eyecream, before grabbing a hairdryer and drying her hair. Once she was sufficiently happy with how damp it was, she applied some hair oil, then grabbed a gua shua and ran it along her face. Once she finished with that, she picked up the hair dryer once again, this time fully drying out her hair. She grabbed a lash serum, applying some onto her eyelashes, and picking up a pair of tweezers, as she plucked her eyebrows into the perfect shape. The woman was high maintenance, she wasn't going to lie, but she loved it. Her little beauty rituals made her happy, made her beautiful.

As her hair was dried and she was happy with how she looked, she went into the closet they provided for her, and she picked out a pair of pajamas.

She had grabbed a satin babydoll top, lined with lace, and a pair of lacy underpants, that she put satin shorts of the same color over.

She ran her hands through her hair, adding a little bit of volume before exiting her own room, to join Haymitch and her district partner at the table.

They were still at the table but this time, Basil seemed to be yelling at Haymitch for something, with Haymitch being a little too drunk to care.

She made her way closer to them before hearing what Basil was so upset about, "you're literally a drunk why would i take advice from you" and other things, she didn't really plan on interfering except for maybe glaring at Basil a little more often, thst was until he grabbed Haymitch's drink and splashed it into his face.

The woman slammed a quick punch into Basil's face, letting out a "what the hell are you doing?"

"are you really gonna defend him, huh? hes a drunk! hes literally sending kids into an arena ever year judt for them to die!" basil said, delirious and mad.

"everyone has their problems and everyone has their way to cope for it. don't blame him for something out of his control." she hissed, as she bent over Haymitch, to help him wipe some of the alcohol off of him.

"he can control it but he just keeps ln fucking drinking - i don't even know how you can try to defend him ! he's gonna be the reason we die soon!" basil snapped, still upset.

"alcohol is not addictive," she said, wiping haymitch's jaw, "but alcohol is numbing, alcohol makes people forget. alcohol lets people escape the pain of their modern lives, it takes a while for it to develop into an addiction but getting addicted to alcohol is not something someone does for fun, alcoholics are people who have something to forget, something to hide from, something that is hurting them just to remember. alcohol is an easy way out that still lets them live, still lets them function. i promise you , just because he's an alcoholic doesnt mean he doesnt care, and it doesnt mean he doesnt fucking try." the tone of her voice was sharp, unpleasant and spearing at the moment, something abnormal for her, "if he didn't care and he didn't want to try, if he didn't have some hope for us, us as in the tributes, he would be fucking dead. sending kids into a death arena is something no one could enjoy, but if he didn't have a little bit of hope - that one of us could win, he wouldnt be here today. he was a kid too when he went into his arena, he survived and it scarred him, what he did scarred him and snows punishments scarred him. he's not a bad man for wanting to escape the horrors of his past, and hes not a bad man for being drunk while hes supposed to be helping us because at least hes still here and at least hes still trying. so you need to shut the fuck up and realize that everyone has their own problems and to stop bitching at every minor inconvenience." her tone indicated the end of a conversation, as basil walked over to his room, unable to argue with the woman, the sympathetic woman who always seemed to look into a situation more than she had to.

she leaned back down to haymitch who was watching her with sharp eyes now, questioning eyes, her little outburst wasn't something he expected. the little observations she made, the little assumptions, and how she had seen through his facade things that shocked him. he realized she looked at him with wide eyes and sympathy because she figured he was trying, still trying his best after the dozens of kids he watched die.

and at that moment he knew, he knew what she was. a people watcher, a sympathizer, a woman who knew how to wear everyone else's shoes, a woman who took nothing to heart because she trusted that whoever was delivering it had something going on for them, someone who could see through everything and still never tried to hurt them with the information she had gathered as she observed them.

she rested into his arms and caressed his jawline, her own attempt to comfort the man. she was sweet and beautiful, insanely likeable, and insanely marketable.

#haymitch abernathy #haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch is my man #my man my man my man #my mannn #i love him #my man is going through it #my man is so fine #haymitch x reader #thg haymitch #haymitch #yummers #i need him

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MORE of your house of colour ted talk please, that was really interesting to read!!

Oh my gosh, I'm so happy you enjoyed my mini TED Talk/crazy person rant in your tags. 

For those who don't know what the HECK I'm talking about, I reblogged this fantastic little gif set and went off in the tags about how lucky we all are that Colin O'Donoghue happens to be a winter. 

So for those unfamiliar, everyone fits into a color palette or season, according to House of Color, which came about in the eighties and is based on color theory. The idea is that based on your skin's undertone, hair color, and eye color, you fit into a "season" of color. You're a spring, autumn, summer, or winter. Spring and autumn are on the warm end of the color palettes, and summer and winter are the cooler seasons. Think warm oranges in fall and bright, sunny greens in spring. Bright blues and berry pinks for summer, harsher whites, blacks, blues for winter. Makes sense, doesn't it? (Honestly, it took me a long time to understand it all, but once I did, it kind of broke my brain and I can't unsee these things. 🙃)

Well, I make the case that sir Colin O'Donoghue, our dear Captain, is a winter. And we are so damn lucky that he is. Do you know why? Because winters are the only season who can truly pull off black. 😎 And true red, actually! Because of the high contrast between their features and their cool undertones, winters look amazing in high contrast, vibrant cool colors. Those colors don't wash them out like they would other seasons.

Let's get down to the photo evidence, shall we?

Here we see Colin in all his smirky glory.

Now, we all know what this man looks like, but let me point out the obvious. Dark hair, light eyes. The contrast between the two is high, allowing him to pull off a more high contrast color, such as black, white, and that vibrant blue at his collar. His skin has a cool undertone (which is a whole other thing but just trust me there for now). You can see a more pink look to his skin, instead of a warmer yellow undertone. It's easier to see on people with lighter skin, but you can also determine undertone on folks with darker skin. So, there you have all the makings of a true winter.

What does that mean, in terms of clothing and picking out colors that will complement your features? Let's look at some pictures of Colin NOT wearing colors in his winter palette and maybe you'll see what I'm talking about.

Now, you'll never see me on this website saying this man looks bad in these photos. Obviously you'd be hard pressed to make Colin look unhandsome in anything you put him in. But just take a look at him wearing this muted wine colored shirt. His features don't pop at all, like they normally do. It's doing nothing for him. He'd actually be better off just wearing that white undershirt, in terms of making his features pop. And then the photo with the beige on the right is just... I mean, we can all see that's not good, right? We can all see those colors are doing nothing for him? Winters and beige don't mix. Beige is on a winter's no-no list.

It was actually difficult to find photos of Colin not wearing colors in his season. He actually does pretty well for himself, in that regard. He generally wears cooler colors and a lot of black. Here's another photo example though of him in a warm, olive green. Does he look ugly? Absolutely not. Would this sweater look better on him in black, or almost any shade of cool blue? Absolutely.

The olive color washes him out, actually. Let's compare this to Colin in a bright white and dark blue, below.

See how his eyes pop, and his skin doesn't look so washed out? The olive green sweater seen above is a warm green, which would look fantastic on someone in the autumn season. On a winter, though, it just doesn't work as well. And because I love Colin in blue, here are some more examples of him wearing his colors well.

Now, you might be saying to yourself, "Tori, you silly goose. You're forgetting about the magic of lighting benefits, and also the magic of facial hair, which is basically makeup for men." Sure, I'll give you that. Most men look better with stubble or a light beard, and lighting helps. I take you now to my next example of Colin not in his best colors.

The white undershirt and the blue tie are great for Colin! The rust brown suit, however, makes me feel yucky inside. I keep using this phrase, but you can see how this color is just not doing the man any favors. It doesn't help bring any vibrancy to his features in any way. Let's compare these now to (the moment we've all been waiting for) Colin wearing black and see if we can tell a difference.

Do you see how his eyes look brighter, and his skin tone doesn't look so muted and washed out? The skin beneath his eyes isn't as shadowed, either. People generally look healthier when wearing the colors that suit them best. Now, add in Hook's eyeliner to make those blue eyes pop, and you've got some real magic.

Winters also look great in red. (Think of Monica Gellar, also a winter, in her signature red from Friends.) Let us not forget Killian's fan favorite "red vest of sex", as seen below. Someone in the costume department really knew what they were doing with Colin, it must be said.

It's also important that they had him wear silver jewelry, instead of gold, as silver goes better with cool undertones. And how fortunate are we that they cast a man who naturally looks so good in black? The whole "little black dress" as a closet staple for women simply doesn't work for so many of us who just don't look good in black. The only season that truly shines in black is the true winter. ✊🏻 More power to them.

TL;DR Colin looks fantastic in black, and there's a scientific reason for it. Emma didn't stand a chance against not falling for Killian Jones, and neither did we.

Thank you for attending my TED Talk.

#colin o'donoghue #captain hook #killian jones #tori answers asks #house of color

[kanmom51]

JM ID : Chaos photo folio concept photos

Oh My God.

He took me to the stars.

Oh My God.

He showed me all the stars.

Lyrics are in female but I kind of think they are somewhat appropriate here, so I changed them.  Sue me (actually don’t, I can’t afford it).

We definitely have Artemis intertwined in JM’s concept.  Chaos too.

I still think we need to wait and see the end result.   Those masks they still do remind me the Jackalope A LOT.  I need to see how it all connects.

Until today, when the actual book cover was revealed what we got was dark and mysterious and perhaps the contrast between perceived good/pure and perceived evil/sinful with the white and black.

And then we get this:

This caught me off guard.

Where do I start?

The colours?  Where do they fit in?  How do they connect with the black and white we saw so far?  Another side to JM we’ll be getting to see? 

The pink and blueish purple.  First thing that popped into my mind was the Bisexual flag colours.  Pink blue and purple.

Or the Bigender flags/colours.

Then we have the Love and 1981 on his T shirt. The colours of the stripes are hard to identify.  The T shirt could mean nothing, but for some reason I believe that nothing JM does, in a project such as this, is meaningless.  So I was thinking: why is 1981 significant? And what does it have to do with love?  

I have my suspicions.  

HIV was first identified in 1981.  The illness that was stamped as the ‘gay epidemic’.  An epidemic that on the one hand vilified the LGBTQ+ community, but on the other hand served as a catalyst to push forward LGBTQIA+ rights and the Pride movement in many countries around the world.

 And I did go looking for other important events, including in SK happening that year.  1981 was the first year of the fifth republic in SK.  Also the year that martial law was uplifted in SK.  So, relatively important, yes, but is it connected to the Love on the T shirt? 

My gut says it’s not about that.

Could be something else.  I could be totally utterly wrong.  But it is kind of a coincidence.

And do we talk about the wings?

Is that JK’s fallen angel?

This is JM showing us himself.  Sides we haven’t seen just yet, or at least not as clearly as he is showing them to us right now.

And I can’t help but think how very brave JM is for doing that.  Opening himself up to us the way he is.

He is showing us this knowing there are very ugly sided to Army that will at the very least frown upon this or even slam him for it.  And we know there are many that will do much worse than show their displeasure ever so civilly. Let’s be honest.  We know who they are.  We know how ugly this is going to get.  And I think I can rather confidently say that JM knows too.

All that and more.

He is showing us this knowing, at this time in space, that his enlistment is approaching real fast.  At this point in time enlistment is imminent.  Exemptions are seeming less and less an option.

He is so so brave.

And I love him even more for it.

We also got the little crowns with JM’s book, to compliment JK’s moon cycle, perhaps?  Do we have some ‘You are me I am you” going on here maybe?

(cr./@FACTKM).

Do we talk about this too?

The similarity in the vibe?  Two super talented artists with two totally different concepts. And yet, the end result has so many similarities, like they fit together so easily.  More of the ‘You are me I am you’ going on here, eh?

(cr./@jikook.ismagic)

Oh, and btw, has anyone noticed this:

#JM #Jimin #Me myself & Jimin #JM ID: CHAOS #Jungkook #JK #Me myself & Jungkook #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook

[sweetsmalldog]

Castlevania: Nocturne Episode 6 liveblog

While the episode is loading I read the synopsis and hope Sypha or Trevor get mentioned if not by name by Sypha being how the Belmonts got Speaker Magic

Oooh moon

DROLTA!!!!

This is my favorite Drolta outfit now I love the blood red coat with the white pants

Idk what the horses are doing

Oh is that the Messiah?

Drolta’s hair looks so good

She’s got daddy issues for the fucking sun

Oh this poor lady

The shot of the snow white skirt spread around them while she drinks that poor woman’s blood is absolute cinema

“Please call me anything but grandad” This man has given me Trevor vibes if Trevor was old the whole time maybe it’s just a Belmont thing

Ritcher deserves these answers actually yeah why was his mom sending him to Tera and not you old man?!?!

I take back what I said about him having Trevor vibes Trevor was funny even when he was depressed at least

A deal?!?!?!

So you’re a stalker old man

It is a bit creepy

Tera has a lot to tell both these kids

What is it with the Belmont family always been alone and when they have family not being one

How many “Last of the Belmonts” has their been at this point?

I feel so bad for Maria and Ritcher. Tera is all they had and now they find out she’s been keeping this kinda of stuff from them, straight up lying to Maria about her dad and agreeing to never let Ritcher know his grandfather was alive and around

YOU OWE HIM SOME FUCKING BIRTHDAY PRESENTS YOU ASS

Ritcher my boy I’m adopting you too actually all your guardians keep hiding important shit, You and Maria are my kids now. Tera can visit but you don’t half to see her if you don’t want to

“Your a Belmont your not supposed to hide in a hut. And you’re not supposed to kill vampires for money” FUCKIN TELL HIM RITCHER

SYPHA MENTION LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“And she left you out” that’s so cold I love it

“I was the best magician the Belmont line ever produced” yeah and Sypha would be so disappointed in you now

Oooh this is why Ritcher can’t do magic either shit

“Evil will always win, Ritcher” ONLY WITH THAT FUCKING ATTITUDE

I hope Ritcher figures out how to use his magic again, I hope he proves his grandfather fucking wrong

Please don’t give into this Ritcher please

My son nooooooo

He looks far to fucking happy about Ritcher sobbing I fucking hate this guy actually

Ooooh Annette’s doing magic!!!!

Ritcher isn’t useless he’s just traumatized

“It’s the source of your fury but it’s not the source of your power” that’s such a good line holy shit

I love this contrast between Ritcher’s grandfather tearing Ritcher and the idea of the Belmont’s down with Annette’s mentor builds her up, speaks of her ancestors well and their strength and how hope isn’t lost

“There is light in this darkness”

Edouard voice coming in ;-;

Hi Olrox!

Why do they keep killing all the gay people?

It’s a bit soon to talk about immortality together Mizrak

“I’m not in love with you” damn ok

YOOO THEY REMEMBER!!!! ISACC WAS ALWAYS RIGHT HE KNEW HE KNEW!!!!

NIGHT CREATURE REBELLION LETS GO PLEASE

Maria my daughter he sucks he isn’t worth your time

I fucking hate the Abbot so fucking much

MARIA RUN GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN PLEASE

Olrox ripping this entire facade down I knew there was a reason I liked you

Hiiiiii Drolta <3

Please don’t hurt my daughter Drolta

NIGHT CREATURE REBELLION!!!!

OH FUCK OFF OLD MAN LIKE YOU CARE

Oh Ritcher-

Yeah you were a terrible father you fuck

DID HE JUST LEAVE HIS GRANDSON TO DIE?!?!?!

OH FUCK ITS THE GUY DROLTA WAS HANGING OUT WITH

IS HIS AXE A GUN?!?!?! THATS SICK

The old man is actually just pathetic ok

The flash of Julia fuuuuuuuck

Why don’t the vampires ever try to turn any of the Belmonts?

If Maria dies I will be distraut

HIS MAGIC IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO RITCHER!!!!!!!!

THIS IS SO SICK!!!! THE ONE GLOWING EYE THE MUSIC CINEMA!!!!!

THE BLUE FLAMES!!!!!!

LETS FUCKING GO RITCHER LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I may have a new favorite Belmont… sorry Trevor

“I half to live”

The sun rising and the burning river and the headband flowing in the wind I fucking love Castlevania this is so damn pretty

#castlevania #Sam watches Castlevania #castlevania nocturne

[teamxdark]

I was told to try to do some writing warm ups to get back into the swing of things so.

Unedited morning Arthurlot warmup.

The light filters through. Blue eyelids crinkle, trying to block out the call of the morning, but ultimately a pair of green eyes blink open.

The firm chest beneath Arthur’s head keeps rising and falling, rising and falling, steady and reliable and comforting. A faint smile plays on the king’s lips as he raises his head and shifts over.

It’s rare indeed that he wakes before Lancelot does, but whenever it happens, oh, it’s magical indeed.

His knight slumbers on, his face relaxed and free from the weights of the approaching day; his spines spread out over the pillows like a star, their dark glossiness starkly contrasting against the pale, faded linens. Lancelot’s scarred lips are parted ever so slightly, and Arthur resists the urge to kiss them. His knight has been running himself ragged as of late… he’s more than earned his rest.

Arthur sits up, shivering as Lancelot’s warmth stays down on the bed with him, and sighs, combing his fingers through his quills. He still envies Lancelot’s life. Arthur knows that he’s being overworked just as badly as his dear knight, but he’s trapped in the castle, listening to endless people who will never be satisfied with what he, a single man with too much responsibility, can offer them. He would rather be running about the kingdom, still pulled in all directions, yes, but at least with destinations in sight. Feasible tasks with clear endings rather than long-term issues that only grow more complex with time.

Lancelot lets out a soft mumble in his sleep. Arthur melts.

Envy him as he might, he never wants to trade with Lancelot. He never wants to place that kind of a burden on him. The weight of leadership.

His fingers slide softly along the red stripes of his lover’s arm. His paramour keeps sleeping, and Arthur keeps thinking how fortunate he is, how his nights are so much warmer, more restful, more complete with him there.

The things I would do for you, he thinks as his hand slips into Lancelot’s, locking their fingers together. The lands and titles I would give to you, the songs I would dedicate to you, the wishes I would grant for you… in a heartbeat, I would do it all for you.

But he knows. He knows that Lancelot wants nothing, nothing at all… save for his place beside Arthur until the end. That Lancelot, despite having given his best years to Arthur, giving his loyalty and support and effort and life to serving the crown, wants nothing in return, and sometimes it drives Arthur mad that he cannot repay him for all he’s given.

With a sigh, Arthur loosens his fingers, resolved to leave the bed and start his day, but the dark fingers laced between his own grip tightly, and Arthur looks back to see Lancelot looking back at him.

As beautiful as Lancelot is when he sleeps, Arthur loves nothing more than to see him awake. The solemnity in his crimson stare, the stately creases in his handsome face, the way his hand tightens around his own, unwilling to let him go just yet… all from the burdens that this life has given them, and yet Lancelot wore them so well.

I adore you, Arthur thinks.

“Not so keen on letting me go, are we?” Arthur says out loud.

Lancelot flushes and looks away in embarrassment, and it takes all of Arthur’s willpower to not fall back into bed, cuddle up with his lover, and forget the kingdom that demands so much of him. “I…” Lancelot licks his lips, dry from the night, and if Arthur’s hand wasn’t already occupied, the king would be pouring him a drink of water, unwilling to have his precious knight lift a single finger for what he needed. “I apologize. I do not mean to keep you from your duties.”

It’s too easy to give in. Arthur smiles at his knight, detaching their hands just so that he can lie back down and hold Lancelot close. His cheek hits his honorary pillow, soft white fluff cushioning his face as the chest below him heaves with a stunned inhale.

“Then I shall fulfill my duty to you first,” Arthur decides, feeling Lancelot’s warmth chase away the cold of the world. His hand slides over his paramour’s broad chest, down his arm and to his other hand, rejoining their fingers as his eyes slide closed again.

“Arthur…” Lancelot doesn’t sound disappointed, only concerned. Arthur feels lighter than air as he tilts his face, kissing his lover’s chest with all the tenderness that he can provide. “Please… I cannot be the reason why you get in trouble again.”

It’s tough being the lover to a king, but Lancelot has chosen his place and if there’s one responsibility Arthur is glad to have, it’s the one where he makes sure that Lancelot never suffers for his choice.

“I’ll take the consequences,” Arthur whispers, because he will. He always does. His fingers squeeze, his head shifts, his lips press against a flushed cheek, and his eyes look deep into a pair of rapidly softening red ones.

“You’re worth it, Lance.”

#Smash speaks. #Smash writes. #Arthurlot. #Been a while since I've written in present tense.

[writernopal]

Happy (late) STS! How much do you describe your characters? Do you leave their appearance intentionally vague or go into intricate detail? Something in between? As a bonus, how is your MC(s) described? You can share an excerpt or just otherwise describe!

Happy late STS, Karkki!

How much do you describe your characters? Do you leave their appearance intentionally vague or go into intricate detail? Something in between?

So I'm quite bad at this lol. I struggle to imagine faces or body types so they might have one or two defining features and that's it. So I'll say oh, this character is old, or they have blonde hair, or they have a crooked nose and nothing more haha. For me it's more about their personality, aura, and vibes so physical description is really only mentioned when it complements one of those things and is relevant to that part of the story. They're literally just little blobs to me. It's part of why I commissioned art for the main cast because one day I was like okay, I need to really figure out how these guys look lol.

As a bonus, how is your MC(s) described? You can share an excerpt or just otherwise describe!

Okay I am going to add excerpts here because I'm quite proud of them!

Mariel

I gave the room another pass when my body tightened nervously, and the breath departed my chest. Just along the back wall was a short human woman, adjusting a sheer pink shawl over her shoulders. Her hair, a soft sandy brown. Her skin, a pale olive color. And her waist…yes, small and pinched. Could it be…Miss Frère? No, it couldn’t be... She flipped her fan open and turned to look in my direction. My heart pounded hard in my chest. If it was her— No. No. It couldn’t be. I waited, like a fish gasping for life on the end of a fisherman’s hook, as her eyes lifted to meet mine. Through her lashes, I spotted a pale blue color, not at all like the gentle and warm almond of Miss Frère’s. And her face was all wrong too. Her features were too handsome. Miss Frère wasn’t ugly by any stretch of the imagination, but her face was not…well, it just wasn’t like that. She had a softness to her as if she were always being seen through fogged glass. One’s eyes could easily roll back and forth across the gentle slope of her cheeks and the tiny bow of her lips.

Axtapor

His lavender scales were lit beautifully by the low firelight in my tent and seemed to have a sheen to them of the most lovely violet. He was dressed as one might normally find him—in well-fitted trousers, a loose shirt, and a coat. Many trinkets dangled from him, though he seemed completely unarmed and his eyes, which I had only seen to hold ferocity, looked almost tender, making the whole of him appear dashing... But he, by contrast, looked to be handsomely carved of marble by some forgotten master. There was something easy about taking in his features… And the light in this place seemed to agree as it reveled upon the high points of his face and the shadows seemed to melt and fall asleep comfortably in his contours. At this distance, I could observe his eyes more closely than I’d ever had the chance to, and despite being the eyes of a predator, they were altogether enrapturing. He blinked, and a series of thin white eyelids moved under his outer one to perfectly frame the smoke-gray eye within them. His pupil was a vertical one with a thin ring of bronzy yellow just around it, and in their dark reflection, I could see myself.

Fay

She was leaning against one of the masts and somehow managed to look imposing and enchanting at the same time. Her face was long and elegant, each feature upon it well-defined and distinguished. Her eyes were a golden color that stood out against her skin and hair; both appeared the color of rain-dampened soil, rich and dark. There was something about how the very rigid quality of her nose contrasted with the easy nature of the waves in her hair that almost seemed like she could be nobility, but the rest of her told a different story.  She was tall for a human woman, probably standing close to six feet, and was lean-looking in build. She had no overt fullness anywhere, though that was not to say that she had no curves to mark her shape out, just that even with them, she appeared more like a racing dog or a wildcat. She was not armed from what I could see, but I took no comfort in that notion; she was plenty dangerous even without such implements. I gathered her to be a witch, as they were the only regular practitioners of rune inscription I knew of, and given our previous encounter, it was something she was clearly well versed in. Though now that I looked at her more closely, her fingers seemed to be blackened on the ends, and the nails upon them were long and sharp-looking. A sign that she wasn’t just any witch but one that practiced the dark arts.

Wilkes

His scales had become almost translucent but still managed to capture the light like some finely cut gem, and just underneath, I could see millions of tiny red veins chasing after one another. Even his eyes seemed to be alight with more fire than usual, smoldering like his own pair of setting suns. The opalescent sheen of his scales, the sealike swell of his sloped horns, and the feathery mane upon his head, all of him was beautiful as if he had been born for the sole purpose of being admired. And what wasn’t his by nature felt alive with his spirit all the same, for that ruby upon his forehead even thrummed with the frantic life of a third eye.

#thanks for the ask! #nopal answers #aasoaf #mariel #axtapor #fay #wilkes #sts #my writing

[fairlyabookie]

Song in Moonlight (Chapter 3)

Synopsis: A haunting voice fills the air with sultry lyrics, a playful piano accompanying the act. Beautiful and flawless can describe this act, yet this isn't enough, thought the reader, as all eyes train on him and his beautiful self.

Part 1 | Part 2 |

Part 3

White silhouettes laze in a hazy background of baby blue and fiery orange, the sun’s golden rays illuminating its last stand before the arrival of the darkness. Not a bad view for a scenic view, [Reader] muses. Their eyes travel to the scenery below: the industrial conundrum of carriages and clattering vehicles contrast the tranquility of nature. 

[Reader] lets out a heavy sigh. They miss the calm, leisurely atmosphere of the countryside, where they formerly resided. Yet, they had moved for a change of pace, a breath of fresh air from the monotonous rural life. Here in the city, things were different - people were more or less hostile, less friendly than the people back in the countryside and the commotion of strange vehicles and carriages [Reader] had never seen before. Overwhelmed was an understatement to describe how conflicted they felt since moving to the city. They take another sip of tea, easing their thoughts back in order. 

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting, [Reader].” 

A familiar voice anchors the youth back to reality, the embodiment of elegance arriving with the signature blonde and lavender locks and a regal outfit that compliments his beauty. 

“Oh no, I didn’t wait long. Please take a seat.” [Reader] greets the newcomer with a shy nod and gestures to the seat in front of them. 

“You’ve picked a lovely place for a cup of tea, [Reader]. The scenery is quite nice.” 

Vil muses, his eyes gazing at the scenery below. 

“T-t-thank you, Vil.” [Reader] responds shyly. 

“The tea is pleasant, and I feel quite at home here.” They elaborate, settling their nerves with another sip. Although this social affair was informal, [Reader] still felt shy in front of their superior - besides, at the end of the day, the professional relationship between the two of them was simply a makeup artist and singer. Yet, Vil insisted on coming. 

[Reader] swallowed a bout of nervousness before coming up with a question. 

“Uhm.. How did it go?” 

The words almost falter from their lips, their eyes barely meeting Vil’s. The singer perks an eyebrow, feigning puzzlement. 

“You mean, the singing gig I had last night?” 

[Reader] nods, pouring a cup of tea for Vil. 

“It wasn’t the best quality performance I could provide,” 

He sighs, partaking a sip of tea. 

“I was lucky Rook saw through my performance. He knew I wasn’t in my best form that night.” 

A pang of guilt stabs [Reader]. Was it because of their makeup work? Will they get fired? [Reader] tightens their grip on their tea cup. 

“It’s not you, [Reader], believe me. You did a wonderful job on the makeup that day.” 

“So, you think that performance wasn’t up to your standards?” 

[Reader] pries. 

“Exactly.” 

A frown curls on the makeup artist’s lips. 

“I know you’re working hard to provide the best performance, but don’t you think you’re being hard on yourself?” 

Violet eyes scrutinize with a perked eyebrow. 

“What do you mean, [Reader]?” 

A heat rushes up to the tips of their ears and to their neck. Vil didn’t have to look in their direction since he was the star - from [Reader]’s experience working with other people in the industry, in addition to their short time living in the city, they don’t take too kindly to people working below them. Yet, Vil, the star singer famed for bewitching beauty, flawless vocals, and amicable personality, was paying attention to their makeup artist, virtually a nobody in the industry. 

Yet, if Vil was willing to listen, it didn’t hurt to tell him, right? [Reader] took a sip of their tea, summoning a bit of courage. 

“I-I think you should take a break, Vil. Just a break to rest yourself mentally and physically. I haven’t been your makeup artist for long, but you’ve been pushing yourself quite often to the point of exhaustion. I’m sure you want to deliver the best of your performances, but I think you need to rest.” 

[Reader], having said their part, didn’t want to delve more or lest risk their whole career for talking out of line. They sip their tea once more, but realize that they just ran out. A refill of tea was in order. Furrowed eyebrows and a sigh from Vil, following a sip from his own tea cup. 

[Reader] was very sure they were going to get fired for speaking out of line. 

“I’m starting to think Rook told you a similar thing. My apologies for speaking pretentiously.” 

“No, you have a point.” 

Vil remarks, setting his teacup to the side. He massages his temple, silencing intruding thoughts with an exhalation. 

“At a time like this, my performance quality stems from my health..” 

“And here I thought Niege was besting me..” 

“You mean, Niege LeBlanche, the rookie singer?” 

Vil nods. 

That nod struck a chord. 

“What do you mean by ‘besting you’? You’ve worked hard years and years to provide the best performance out there, and you’re saying that Niege is besting you?! Vil-” 

Violet eyes widen in surprise. 

[Reader] bit down their lip. 

“You work hard to do your best every time and even though people always compliment you, you continue to excel in what you do and push the boundaries of the industry..” 

By then, [Reader] had clasped their hands with Vil, the sudden contact surprising the soloist. 

“Please don’t give up on your career, Vil. As the “Queen of Singing”, you’ve showcased what it means to be the best and do your best in singing and acting. Please..” 

[Reader] pauses, their monologue cutting short. 

“Goodness me, where are my manners? I apologize for my rudeness.” 

They immediately retreat back, scalding regret burning the back of their neck. A million apologies storm about [Reader]’s mind - they’ve definitely crossed the line there. One cannot simply touch Vil Schoenheit, his flawlessness can never be tainted by anyone’s touch. A singular touch would mean blasphemy. This was the unspoken word amongst admirers and celebrities. 

With hands tainted of sin, [Reader] returns to their empty cup of tea. A soft chuckle from Vil breaks the tension. 

“I hear you, [Reader],” 

His eyes linger on the makeup artist as his demeanor relaxes. 

“I hear you.” 

For a brief moment, it seemed as if the person in front of [Reader] was not the Queen of Singing, rather, Vil Schoenheit, the individual, the human, and the dreamer. 

Previous Part | Next Part

#twst x reader #collectors' tome #twisted wonderland vil #vil schoenheit

[l1teraryangel]

In Another Life (Preview)

Saturday morning, the official start of the weekend. For Ryou, the weekend served as a break from work at the museum and a chance to catch up on household chores. Assuming, naturally, his beloved boyfriends allowed such “privileges” — they preferred spending the weekend in bed (with him) or the game room. 

Right on cue, a shifting weight and grunt came from his left. A man, an almost perfect replica of Ryou himself, lay there. The doppelganger stirred gently before falling right back into his dreamworld. His name was Yami Bakura, or simply Bakura these days. He no longer instilled anxiety or anger in Ryou. The time of his evil actions were long past and replaced with more genuine warmth than one would have thought possible for a fragmented soul.

His silvery white hair fluffed out beneath the weight of his head in a bushy mess, which never failed to bring a smile to Ryou’s lips. Using the gentlest of hands, Ryou brushed a few particularly haphazard strands from Bakura’s face. The former spirit’s eyes twitched at the fleeting touch, but his beautiful white lashes did not flutter open.

To his right, a bulkier form wiggled drowsily beneath the sheets, and a muscular arm wrapped around Ryou’s waist. He felt himself tugged ever so slightly against the bare chest of Touzoku-Ou Bakhura, the once-infamous King of Thieves who fought to bring justice to his desecrated village. Though his mission ended far differently than he intended, the exotic man had adjusted to a happy life in the modern Domino, Japan with the help of his descendant of several millennia.

Tracing the heavy scar on his one lover’s cheek, Ryou pondered how he and Touzoku-Ou could possibly share a bloodline. Sure, three thousand years had passed between their lives, but seriously? Ryou still found himself blown away by the beauty of the thief. His ashen hair, only slightly grayer than silver, and his breathtaking purple-blue eyes contrasted so inhumanly well with the dark skin of his Ancient Egypt origins.

“Mm,” Touzoku-Ou sleepily moaned, his eyes barely cracking open somewhat. “Go back to sleep, Rohi.”

Smiling, Ryou pressed his lips to Touzoku-Ou’s, earning another sleepy moan from the man. On the other side of the bed, Bakura again stirred as if sensing shared affection he was not privy to. A slender arm snaked up to Ryou’s chest, fingers ghosting over the bare skin.

“Yanushi…” He purred, although a faint touch of grogginess clung to his usually sultry voice. “Don’t you think it’s too early? Isn’t the bed so much warmer than the rest of the apartment?”

He certainly wasn’t wrong; the chilly morning air seeped into the apartment. Ryou knew without a doubt his floor would feel like ice if he stepped out of bed. The smallest of the three men, thinking on this, hummed thoughtfully and turned his gaze to his doppelganger.

“Fine, fine. We can sleep in a bit longer today.”

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AO3 Link: In Another Life - Chapter 1 - LiteraryAngel - Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

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Tis just a preview! But my plans for this story is basically a whole bunch of AUs with an overarching plot in the main verse. The idea is Ryou's soul, through magical influence, gets displaced and winds up jumping between other worlds.

Will also include, knowing myself, Puzzleshipping / Bronzeshipping / possibly Puppyshipping / maybe hints of past Hikarishipping, Angstshipping, and/or Heartshipping.

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Some of the AU ideas I have to include throughout the chapters (though no guarantee - I have to be motivated to write them, after all!):

Escaped Prisoners

Vampires

Ancient Egypt (minus magic)

Zombie Apocalypse

Demi-Humans / Animal Hybrids

Everything's the same but genderbent (that one will be fun!)

If you have any ideas that sound really fun to you, feel free to send them in! I can't promise they'll be written, but I love exploring AUs!

#thief king bakura #yami bakura #ryou bakura #ygo #yugioh #bakushipping #tendershipping #gemshipping #geminishipping #fanfiction #puzzleshipping #bronzeshipping #puppyshipping #hikarishipping #angstshipping #heartshipping #ygo au #my writing

[fatexweaver]

And here we are! Part one of my Death Note fanfiction! Please, enjoy the ride.

DEATH NOTE: REBIRTH OF KIRA. CHAPTER 1

The killer wickedly smiled as he moved ever closer to his latest victim. Knife in hand, the killer slowly raised it. With one quick stab, he could finally silence the demons in his head. Even now, they whispered the vilest and darkest thoughts a man could have. Looking into his victim's eyes, the killer saw pure fear in her eyes. That look was something he always enjoyed.

A swift kick to the door brought it down; they had only a few seconds. An armed officer raised his rifle, firing at the killer's hand. Within seconds, they had already saved the victim and secured their target.

A man watched from a room, sighing. His baggy blue jeans and black shirt made him look skinnier than he already was. His messy head of blond hair gave him a disheveled appearance. He sighed as he watched his plan go down perfectly.

"Success as usual." A woman said behind him. She was a young Japanese woman with her hair tied into a ponytail. Her suit was clean, a clear contrast to the detective. Pushing her glasses up, the woman placed a hand on his shoulder. "Congratulations, B."

B sank into his chair, his dead eyes staring at the monitors. "Is this how Alexander the Great felt? No challenge. No rival. I have yet to find a criminal worth my time!"

The woman looked at him. A hint of pity showed on her face. "I'm sure something worth your time will come up. Would you like lunch?"

B looked at the woman, nodding his head. "I'd like the usual. Oh, and I'll inform L that the case is solved."

L, or Near as B knew him, was the greatest detective in the world. B had taken his alias from a dead serial killer, Beyond Birthday. He felt a connection with the handle and the story behind it.

The lights in the room came on, showing the Victorian-inspired room that B lived in. The area was tidy, unlike its shabby-dressed owner. B sat in the center of the room in a red chair, several monitors in front of him.

The woman walked to the kitchen, grabbing an apron from the wall. Grabbing some plane sponge cakes from the fridge, she decorated them with strawberries, whip cream, and a generous shaving of dark chocolate.

B pulled out a solid white laptop and set it on his lap. Instantly it connected to a service used by the detectives of Wammy's House. He looked at the active members, finally finding L. Pressing a button, B creates an encrypted call between him and L.

"I watched as you solved the case. Good. Record time, B." Even through the distorted voice, B could hear L's condescension.

"I want something interesting, L. These aren't testing me. I find this pitifully boring!" B waited for a response from L.

"If I find something, I'll inform you. M, N, and A are pleased with what they get."

B slammed his hands against the table. "They don't have the drive I have. They are happy to stay in their lines."

L was silent for a moment. "If I find anything that might suit you, I'll tell you."

L cut the connection after that.

B sat there looking at his screen. When Near dies, there has to be someone to carry the torch. B wanted to be that torch. At only twenty years old, he had already surpassed some of the best detectives around.

The woman came back with two cakes on a silver plate. "I made two since I figured the call went sour."

Grabbing a fork, B pierced a strawberry. "L is L."

The woman nods, watching the detective eat. "B, I have a question. Would you have been able to solve the Kira case?"

B stopped eating. "Probably. Now, that is a case I would love to have been a part of, Naomi."

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #fanfic #writing #death note #original character #chapter 1

[barnesbabee]

collab || J.Y

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ 2 - ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

Summary: Two famous porn stars have a fun collab together.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn!reader

Words: Just enough

⚠ although there is no mention of gender, the reader wears makeup and lingerie, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don't read  ⚠

As Yunho dried his hair with a small towel, he heard the familiar ding sound from his social media. He had just finished uploading the edited version of his live stream, so it wasn't unusual for him to be contacted by a bunch of people right after, however, he didn't expect to see you.

You weren't well known in the porn scenario, as you were fairly new and the competition was vast, but your 'Around The World' series had become a huge success and a major hit for its originality.

Yunho was quite a fan of the series, so when he saw your message, his fingers were crossed.

Y/N: Hello! My name is Y/N, I'm not sure if you know my work, but I am a porn star that is currently doing a series called 'Around The World' where I... well, fuck people all around the world. My next stop is South Korea and I have seen your work before and I think our style is very similar and I would love to do a collab with you! Feel free to check out my work on my page, I hope to hear from you soon! xoxo

The tall man squealed like a high schooler getting a text from his crush, he's always wanted a collab and now he was about to get one in one of the biggest series of the moment!

Yunhxxx: Hello Y/N! I am aware of your series and I am a fan! I would love to do the collab with you! I'll send you my number so we can talk about the details more comfortably :)

Part of your anxiousness died down at his response. Most porn stars were very polite and kind in front of the camera, and in business discussion, all for that quick buck, but you'd find, with your series, that a lot of them were just assholes with a huge ego. You had a good feeling about Yunho, but you didn't want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed.

The arrangements didn't take long, as you were both excited for the collab to happen, making it very easy to communicate. Yunho was kind enough to offer his own home for you to sleep in, arguing that 'whoever fucks me gets to sleep in my house for free'.

Yunho spent the weekend preparing everything for your arrival on Monday morning: he cleaned his whole house, stocked his fridge and cabinets with all sorts of food, and sanitized every toy of his. By the time he received your 'I'm on my way!' text, his house was the cleanest it had ever been.

The man showered, put on his best cologne, and applied some dark eyeshadow under his eyes. As he stood in front of the closet in his briefs only, he wondered what he should go for. A sophisticated look? A sexy look? An outlaw-looking look? He wanted something to get you immediately attracted to him. Yunho wanted to make you feel good, not to make you act as if you felt good.

Ultimately he chose a black button-up and black suit pants. He decorated his long fingers (that he had come to learn was something many people liked about him) and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Yunho was aware of his innocent appearance. He had had his cheeks squeezed one too many times, so he caught on quickly. However, the man loved to play with his looks. He loved to make people wonder what kind of person he was, with a cute face, yet an intimidating look.

Before he knew it, his doorbell rang. Yunho took one last look in the mirror, just to make sure everything was in its place and walked towards the door. The first hello wasn't awkward at all, as you'd already had a few zoom calls to discuss what would happen in your collab, just to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

Once you stepped in with your suitcase, you couldn't help but notice how neat, modern, and well decorated his house was. The walls were white with big windows, and the furniture was a mix of grey, light blue, and white. Yunho lead you to the guest room where you'd be staying, and it was a lot nicer than you expected. The bed was high and large, the duvet was grey with a bunch of fluffy white and red pillows decorating it. In front of the bed was a modern black vanity with lightbulbs around the squared mirror, and against the wall in front of the door was a black, sliding door wardrobe, with a large, orange, and red abstract painting of a couple. His house looked simple yet classy, with just the right amount of colour and decoration. You took a look at him, his dark look contrasting the house.

"You already got prepared?"

Yunho looked a little puzzled for a second, but then understood. "Oh! Oh no, you've just arrived, you must be tired! This is just... how I dress?" He said, feeling a little embarrassed.

You took a good look at his outfit.

"You always dress like that? Wow..."

Yunho's cheeks became a little red at the comment, and he stumbled over his words as he thanked you. He was used to receiving compliments when he had his clothes off, but with clothes on? Not so much... Before closing the door, Yunho told you to feel at home, and that when you were ready you could start setting everything up in the room he used to shoot.

The man had never felt that nervous, so when he finally closed the door, he immediately headed to his living room, and found the whiskey bottle he kept for emergencies. He poured a generous glass and sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you.

You were pretty much used to the routine, and since you had a stopover in a neighboring country and spent the night there, the trip hadn't been too tiring. You sat on the very convenient vanity and re-did your makeup. You liked to match your look to your type of content, so you went for a dark look: dark purple lipstick, a heavy, black smokey eye, and loads of mascara. You made sure to apply a lot, so it would run down your face and give the viewers the fucked out look they loved to see.

The lingerie matched your makeup: black lace lingerie with some bling here and there, and a garter belt to accessorize. You grabbed your robe from your suitcase and exited the room.

"Yunho?" You called, peeking your head from behind the wall.

"Hm?"

His eyes widened when he looked up. You were completely different from the person he had met.

"I am ready if you are!"

He nodded and stood up, downing the rest of his 2nd whiskey cup in one go. Yunho took you upstairs and opened the door to his 'studio'.

In the center of the room was a carpet, and a big, empty space behind it.

"I usually move the bed or the couch over there, depending on what I want to do that day. I found that it was easier to move the furniture than the whole set up." He explained, pointing at the empty space.

Against the wall, opposite of you, there was a bed, much like the one on your bedroom, and a nice, black leather couch. Beside you there was a closet, where Yunho kept all his toys, accessories, and streaming outfits. Other than that it was just the usual setup: a desk with a computer, professional lights, and a camera.

Yunho walked over to the couch and moved it with ease to the empty space.

"So we've already decided?" You asked.

The man smirked as if simply entering the room turned him into a completely different person.

"I already have everything planned out for you dear, it would be rude to have my guests work."

You blushed slightly, and sat on the couch, waiting for the green light.

You watched as he opened the closet, displaying his wide collection. He picked a bunch of stuff that he set on top of a towel on the floor.

"Alright, that's about it."

You cocked your head to the side, in confusion.

"You're not getting dressed?"

Yunho reached for the choker he had brought and softly placed it around your neck, tying it just tight enough. He hooked his finger on the big metal ring on the front and tugged on it. You followed his silent command and knelt on the ground, in front of the couch.

"I'm already dressed, for the concept we're gonna try."

You were getting curious and excited. You stayed still as he started up the live stream. Yunho turned on the lights, set up the camera, and pressed 'Start Live Video'. The screen counted down from five, until the live started.

Yunho sat on the couch behind you, and placed his large hand on your head.

The man smirked as soon as the comments started raining.

There was a mixture of fuck yeah's and happy cheers as they recognized Yunho, and became excited for what was to come. The live was obviously happening on your account, although you would always split the tips with the person you worked with.

"Hello," Yunho started, and you let him take the lead "welcome to the 24th edition of Around The World, I am today's guest, and we have such a great show for you today, don't we?"

Yunho tugged on your hair, making you wince. You looked at the camera and nodded.

The 30 dollar donation ding sounded, announcing that someone had made a request.

'Make her sit on your thigh'

You let Yunho take the lead once more, hooking his finger on your choker's hoop and pulling you up, to sit on his thigh. You hummed as you rolled your hips, causing friction between your core and his thigh. Your hand ran along his torso, feeling the fabric of his shirt.

"He has too many clothes, don't you think?" You asked the camera, in a flirty tone.

There was a rain of comments agreeing with you, and you immediately got to work, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His dick print was already very visible in his pants, and you could now understand why he wanted to wear that look.

You removed his shirt, slowly and teasingly, as the viewers praised Yunho's toned body.

The male hooked his finger on your underwear and snapped it against your skin. Your little whimper at the sudden pain made him smirk.

Yunho ran his hands along your body, making you shiver from the cold metal of his rings.

Tips and donations rained down with many requests, and so you went back on the floor and laid your head on Yunho's thigh, your face mere inches away from his hard-on. You perked your ass up and traced the shape of his cock with your finger.

"What do you think? Should we reward them?" Yunho asked, petting your head as he stared into the camera.

As expected, everyone gave you the green light to continue, so you slowly opened his fly, to find he had no underwear on. You freed him from his pants, gripping his length in your hand. You kept eye contact with the male, and although you were a professional, you were always nervous when you had to take dicks on the bigger side.

You spat on his tip, and played with his cock for a second, before slowly inserting it in your mouth. Yunho groaned and threw his head back, taking in the warmth of your mouth. His hand was tangled in your hear, gripping it and tugging on it from time to time.

"Shit, you're doing so good..."

Yunho was very vocal, to your (and the viewer's) pleasure.

The 50$ notification ding sounded, and a message played right after.

'bby I wanna see you jump on his cock'

Yunho smirked and gripped your hair, in a firm, yet not painful way. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning the remaining saliva.

"Hmm, you know what, so do I."

You stripped from your underwear, in a sensual way for the viewers (and Yunho) to enjoy.

Yunho slapped his thigh, and you climbed onto his lap, slowly but surely sinking down on his length. You gripped onto his shoulders for stability and groaned as every inch of his cock disappeared inside of you.

His hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks in a beautiful way for the camera to see. The male helped you, as you rode him, not only by holding your hips and guiding you, but also by snapping his hips up against yours. Filthy slapping sounds along with the mixture of your moans echoed in the room, and the donations were reaching their peak.

"F-fuck baby you're s-so good, you're doing so well."

You gripped his shoulders harder, as his praises drew you closer and closer to your edge.

"They're c-close! Should we l-let them cum?"

It was impressive how professional Yunho was. How he looked so immersed in you, so tired and fucked out, with his fringe sticking to his forehead and eyes burning into your soul, yet he didn't forget to interact with the viewers.

There were many people leaning towards yes, begging to hear the way you sounded as you came, and so he worked hard until you screamed his name and tightened around his cock. He let you rest and recompose for a second, but the way you clenched around him made it impossible for him to hold it in any longer.

"Shit, get on the ground."

You gladly complied, and got on your knees for him, immediately sticking out your tongue, as you could predict what would come after.

Yunho jerked himself off to your fucked out face, and soon a string of curses came out of his mouth, as he spilled all over your face. He smirked and wiped some of his cum off of your face with his thumb.

"Say ah, pretty baby."

You smiled and opened your mouth. He inserted his finger in your mouth and you happily licked it clean.

Yunho cupped your face with his hand, and smiled.

"You behaved so well, I might have to reward you again."

His head tilted to the side, pointing to the couch, and you followed. You sat down on the couch, and Yunho knelt in front of you. His arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you forward, so your hole would be of easy access to him.

The man teased you, as his tongue danced around your hole, not quite getting where you wanted him. You rolled your hips up, earning a slap to your inner thigh.

He looked up at you, with a hint of darkness in his eyes.

"Behave."

It didn't take long for you to get what you wanted, as he started tongue fucking you, with the help of his fingers. You gripped his hair, and your back arched as your high approached once more.

You came quickly, with his tongue still inside you, and he held your trembling legs and body, to keep you stable.

He didn't move for a second, giving you time to breathe and rest. After you had recomposed yourself, he helped you up, and the two of you shared a heated kiss, Yunho's hands never leaving your ass, that he definitely had a fixation with.

You finished the stream by thanking the viewers and donors and shut everything off. Once everything was done, you sighed and plopped onto the couch.

"Do you not want to shower?" Yunho questioned, as he saw the mess in your face and body.

You chuckled.

"Yes I do, very much, but I'm so fucked out..."

Yunho very kindly scooped you up.

"Well, I wouldn't want my guest to work too hard, I'll help you out."

#ateez #ateez smut #jeong yunho #yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #kpop #kpop smut #kinktober #ateez kinktober #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez gender neutral #ateez readder insert #ateez reactions #ateez reaction #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #ateez yunho smut #yunho ateez smut

[to-star-lake]

one & only

sanzu haruchiyo x f!reader { you're sanzu's one and only. }

18+ minors dni | murder, drug use, dark themes, rough sex, choking, toxic relationship, character death, bonten sanzu

a/n: sanzu's name { 三途 } is written the same as 三途の川 { sanzu-no-kawa, “river of three crossings” or “sanzu river” } which is the japanese buddhist version of the river styx.

sanzu doesn't call you his girlfriend. he'd never use such pedestrian language to describe what you are to him. soulmate is closer. but still, to take everything he felt about you and edit it down to a single word? it wouldn't be possible.

the best he could describe it is perhaps that you were made for him.

the day mikey introduced you to the other executives as bonten's newest advisor, sanzu stood in the back of the room, unconsciously biting his lip as he stared at your clean and crisp white tee shirt, tucked neatly into a pair of black slacks. your perfect skin. your shiny hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. your delicate hands. and the sharp glisten of your eyes. you looked so sincere.

a top scholar and graduate of the national university. your parents had been foreign diplomats. you spoke five languages. all this brilliance packaged neatly behind such a pretty face. oh, you were so perfect. so pristine. i'll make you regret playing with monsters, little princess. sanzu thought he couldn't wait to break you.

it didn't take him long to realize how wrong he was.

he'd stare at your hands, the ones he thought were so delicate, as they beat mercilessly into the skull of a traitor that lay limp beneath you. being a bonten advisor meant you never needed to get your hands dirty. but you didn't mind. and sanzu felt a trickling heat of excitement shimmy up his spine watching the blood splatter across your perfect skin, staining your clean shirt.

he'd listen in awe in the war room as your fingertips traced gracefully over blueprints of the city, and you'd describe plans for a new building downtown. a new shell business to run money through. a merger with a smaller, weaker gang simply as a means to procure disposable foot soldiers for mikey.

on one particular night, he'd sat back and watched you, transfixed, as he pulled the car up beside a dark tinted suv at a stoplight on a deserted street on the outskirts of shinjuku. you'd pointed your gun out the open window, so fast and precise on the trigger, taking out all the passengers in the car. he would've missed the shots with a single blink.

he couldn't recall all the details of the rest of that night. but he woke to find you in his bed the next morning, your naked body tucked comfortably under his sheets beside him.

his head pounded and he tried to remember what happened but all that he could recall were a series of blurred images. of the two of you leaving the war room together after receiving orders from mikey to take out the heads of a rival gang. a vision of your bare thighs, exposed under a short, plaid skirt as you sat in his passenger seat, and the quiet rattle as you attached a silencer to the end of your gun.

he remembered the sound of indistinct chatter and an image of you sitting across from him in a dimly lit restaurant. a vague recollection of a bottle of scotch, of him staring at himself in the restaurant's bathroom mirror as he wiped some white residue from his upper lip. of you, bent over the sink with a straw in your nose. a blurred reel of your legs wrapped around his waist, of him pushing you up against the mirror so hard the glass cracked and you moaned into his open mouth. you sounded as sweet as you tasted.

in the grey winter light here in his bed, he looked at the blotches of blue and purple bruises that lined your neck and chest. at the edge of your perfect lips, a little swollen and the skin a little cracked. at the indentation of teeth marks on your shoulder, red with coagulated blood under the surface.

your eyes fluttered open and for a moment he was afraid. afraid that the cold light of day would be too harsh for you. afraid that all that was mystifying and beautiful in the night would be destroyed by the light. afraid you would leave.

but you'd looked into his eyes for a moment, and your lashes fell closed and you'd snuggled into his side, languidly dragging your arm across his chest.

let's sleep a little more, my head hurts and we still have at least another hour before we have to go meet the others.

oh, your voice sounded so sweet, still raspy with sleep, a lullaby to his ears.

as bonten leaders, he knew a relationship with you was strictly forbidden. he knew what mikey would do if he or any of the others ever found out. and he knew you knew too.

but you simply shrugged your shoulders as you picked up your clothes that were scattered across the floor of his bedroom. like you knew what he was thinking, and said i'm not afraid of them. are you?

he'd laughed at himself then. just who was corrupting who? he wondered.

the time he had with you began to envelope his heart. and the love he felt for you; small, crackling embers at first, had grown into a fire so bright and wild and twisted it could not be extinguished.

you were his partner; his chosen one. he loved the way your knuckles looked when they were bruised and red; such a beautiful contrast against your delicate and soft skin. he loved the way your fingers graced the handle of your gun, the dead calm of your eyes when you pulled the trigger. he was intoxicated with the knowledge that you were watching every time he carried out his duty as executioner.

his infatuation with you burned in his chest when he'd glance up at you, standing in the distance, eyes fixed on him and you'd slowly drag the palm of your hand up your thigh; testing his willpower to not pin you to the ground and tear you apart right then and there in front of his men.

under the cover of darkness, the two of you came alive. going on sprees, speeding through the bright streets of tokyo, the lights around you a blurred spectral of color to your bloodshot, medicated eyes.

in the midnight hours, your bodies would be intertwined, and in your arms he found a sanctuary. your body was the most addicting drug of all. you made all the pain disappear.

the quiet hours of the early morning, when time teetered on the edge of night and day, he'd lay on your chest, and for just a little while, his world would fall quiet. the air around him felt still. he would be coming down from his high, and he could feel everything. but he didn't mind. these small hours of lucidity shone brilliantly in his mind. when he could hear your breathing. feel your heartbeat so vividly beneath your bones. smell the lingering and sweet scent of your skin on his.

he'd become so possessed by you, so possessive of you that one night when he had you laid out beneath him, your legs spread wide for him, and he thought you looked so beautiful like this. so perfect like this for him. your skin, slick with a layer of sweat, luminescent in the moonlight. your lips, parted and choking out shaky pleas for him, begging him not to stop.

he buried himself so deep inside you, nails clawing into your skin, so desperate to be one with you. and he thought no one, no one else would have you like this. he was so intoxicated by the medley of pills in his system, completely unhinged in the euphoria of being inside you, he'd reached for his gun on the nightstand and held it to your forehead, point blank between your eyes.

you didn't even flinch. he watched you knock the gun from his hands, and slide your fingers up his wrists, and pulled his hands to your neck, letting him wrap them around your throat. if you're gonna kill me, do it with your own hands, you'd said.

god, he loved you so much. he wanted you so much, he needed you so much. he'd closed his hands around your neck with the gentlest force and watched your eyes roll back.

say my name, he'd command. and when you did, he closed his hands more forcefully around your delicate neck so he could feel the vibration in your throat as you choked out his name over and over. you'd clenched down so tight around him and he came harder than he ever had, collapsing into you.

he'd slowly let go of you, chest heaving, and gently caress at the skin of your neck, red and starting to bruise.

y/n...if i died, would you die with me? he'd whisper into your skin.

mmh, yeah. you'd whisper back.

i don't want anyone else to have you. i want you to be mine forever. he'd kiss the corner of your lips.

he'd feel your fingers laced up into his hair, your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him close.

what am i going to do with you...i might really kill you one of these days.

he'd lift his head to look at you. and your expression didn't change a bit. your eyes held the same resolve they always did, and you said, then i'll wait for you by the sanzu river.

this was what flashed through his mind when he walked into one of bonten's warehouses late one evening for a meeting of the executives, and he saw all of them standing in a circle around you, bound and tied, blood streaming from your hairline, your bruised body limp on the concrete.

he fell to his knees then, watching mikey shove the end of his gun against your temple.

did you think i wouldn't find out? mikey's thumb clicked down on the hammer.

he saw your eyes flutter open and find his. you smiled.

the muzzle flash was bright, and the shot rang through the dark, open space.

he stared at the blood pooling from the side of your head into the dust. he felt a single tear roll down his cheek. shit, am i really crying right now? he laughed at himself.

WHO ARE YOU LOYAL TO, SANZU?! mikey demanded.

i'll wait for you by the sanzu river. your words echoed in his mind.

mikey may have been his king. but you were the redeemer, his messiah, his salvation.

the choice was simple.

he pulled his own gun from its holster and held it up to his temple.

i'm on my way, love.

#haruchiyo sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x you #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu imagines

[redrobin-detective]

Ok, I’ve tried and tried and tried to write this fic because I see it so clearly in my mind but it’s just not going no matter what I do. But I don’t want the idea to die with me. The closest this came to being written was exile which was an attempt to bleed out some of the energy of this au.

Anyway, so it starts off vaguely similar to canon only more aggressive. There had been underlying tension between ghosts and humans for a while, the dead jealous/angry at the living for disrespecting them. The successful creation of the Fenton ghost portal (and another halfa) was considered an act of war and so the ghosts responded in kind. So basically all of S1 occurs fairly close to canon except ghost attacks are more violent and have increasingly more consequences as time passes. Also the attacks aren’t just in Amity Park with ghosts becoming a worldwide issue but Amity is a focal point. Regular people know the ghosts hate them though they don’t know why. Phantom is very much a controversial figure as he is a ghost but also clearly is fighting off the more violent ghosts. 

One day, not long after the events of Control Freaks, Amity Park wakes up to find three of their own are gone. Danny Fenton, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley are nowhere to be found. There’s a massive manhunt, the parents go on TV and beg for information but they cannot be found. Curiously enough, town hero Phantom was also missing. There’s some evidence they left of their own volition so the Mansons and Foleys eventually relent that the kids fled on their own. The Fentons are 100% certain the kids were stolen/killed by ghosts as a statement. And the fact that Phantom went missing around the same time means he was the one who killed them. Jazz knows Danny was Phantom but had no idea what was going on and knew her parents wouldn’t listen she just, kept quiet and privately tried to piece together what happened. 

Three years pass and finally it looks like the Ecto War is coming to a close. Young, naive ghosts attempted to raise Pariah Dark in a bid to win. It went disastrously but Phantom (who was periodically spotted around the world, deep in the worst battles of the war) and group of loyal allies subdued the king. By the law of ghosts, Phantom was named heir apparent and he declared that the fighting would stop. Humans and ghosts would have to negotiate and co-exist in peace. But he’s not king yet, no he needs to be crowned at the place where it began, Amity Park’s Fenton portal (”where it all began” has a double meaning of the beginning of the war but also symbolically where Phantom began as Kings assume the crown where their living life ended to show their abandonment of their first life and the commitment to their second). Amity is NOT happy to hear that their former hero is coming home.

Amity has been through the wringer, ghost attacks got pretty bad. The Fenton’s throw themselves into their work to cancel out the grief, they create a group of ghost hunters nicknamed the Reds (for their red blood, ghosts are nicknamed Greens) to control the threat. Valerie heads the young adult division and is considered one of the best, she drops out of school to devote herself to it full time. Oh also her dad is now the Mayor as most have died or didn’t want the job. There are still people who like Phantom and see him as a hero (a lot of Casper Kids) but it’s generally an unpopular opinion in town. Maddie and Jack are ready to obliterate the ghost that took their son’s life the moment he’s within city limits. It’s a powder keg ready to blow. It all comes to a head when Phantom and his entourage arrive.

First off, Phantom looks very different, much less human looking than when he left. He’s clearly aged like a normal teen but his eyes look much, much older.  His skin is dead white with a blue tinge to it from his ice core and his aura is super cold. His hair is longer and is very misty that kind of swirls around him and his has fangs and claws. When he’s deep in battle or his obsession, his sclera turn black and he looks scary af. His entourage is ghosts who have sworn loyalty to him, who he picked up along the way after battling beside them for 3 years. Fright Knight, Skulker and Frostbite are recognizable allies. They are not happy that their future King is back in Amity (secretly fearing they’ll lose him once more to his human life). J&M have a shot and are going for the kill when they see something that shocks them; Sam and Tucker are in Phantom’s entourage.

There had been whispers that Phantom interacted with humans, that humans were in his inner circle but this is something else together. And so are Sam and Tucker. Sam is Phantom’s General, she is talented and collected and half feral. She used to be a pacifist but the trials of war and understanding that peace sometimes needs to be fought for made her compromise. She’s covered in scars and an extremely talented fighter. She’s missing her right hand up to her forearm, she can form a ‘phantom limb’ (basically borrowing ectoplasm from her future ghost) to do some things with some powers. Tucker is the support, he uses human and ghost tech to organize, weaponize and generally keep things running. He’s covered in homemade tech (shields and weapons and computers) and he rarely removes. Both he and Sam have kinda forgotten how to interact with and really BE human after so long among the dead. They had attempted to conceal themselves but they had forgotten how strong parental love and recognition is. J&M want to know about Danny, the teens don’t know how to respond but assure them he’s alive. Phantom can’t bring himself to look at them.

This is where I start to lose track of things but there will be parallels of Valerie/Maddie vs Sam as female warriors on opposite sides who are willing to go behind, possibly compromising the things important to them, for victory. Tucker will be contrasted against Jack/Jazz as the one making weapons but also generally keeping the human parts of the team mentally/physically afloat. *Severe* PTSD for all three of them. They’re also unnaturally codependent on each other, get super anxious when one of the trio is out of sight and sleep in a big cuddle pile. They will fucking Kill You if you look at one of them wrong. Vlad will be involved, he had been jailed for war crimes but convinced Walker to stage a coup to overthrow Danny and take the crown before he’s actually declared King and is too powerful. Vlad is more unhinged here, more ghost than human (a hint on what could happen to Danny if he’s not careful). He is eventually defeated but he sacrifices his life for ghost power which, in the end, is what makes him able to be beaten.

 There’s lots of ideas on what it means to be live or dead and where the divide really is, is it a heartbeat or it is how you choose to use your existence. On how duty shouldn’t mean you need to give up everything. Because Jack and Maddie believe that Phantom killed their son and, in a way, they’re right. Before they left, the ghost war had gotten so bad and the rumors of Dark being resurrected were going around. Amity attacks were at an all time high, people in their school were being killed just because Danny went there. He realized he had to choose between Fenton or Phantom and he chose to protect the world. He abandoned his human identity and went off to fight in war. Tried to convince Sam and Tucker to stay but they followed him through hell and back. Because Danny spends so much time as Phantom, Fenton is severely neglected. His long hair is cool and floaty as Phantom but is unkempt and stringy, hanging in his face as Fenton. He’s wan and underweight and looks like a walking corpse. He knows his human half will give out soon if he doesn’t give it more attention but he just can’t there’s too much to do, too many people to save.

It would end with Danny being outed to the town, not the world, just the town. Jack and Maddie need to recon with the fact that their boy DID leave of his own choice but only because their failure to protect him (from both the portal and ghosts) made him feel he had to take all this responsibility on his shoulders. Danny also has to recognize that he (and Sam/Tuck) can’t do all this on their own and they can trust and rely on the people around him. Phantom is crowned King but he decides Amity will be his base. The trio eat more, sleep some, catches up on school all the while continuing their duties as King and court. The ghosts also see that Phantom’s humanity isn’t a weakness but a strength and will bring peace to the Earth/Zone so they also take some of the burdens off his shoulder. 

Basically I load up heavily with angst at the beginning and end with all the love and comfort imaginable. I just can’t fucking figure out the middle and my motivation will not let me write this shit out. But I can’t let this AU die bc it fucking keeps me up at night.

#behind me dips eternity #god I want to write this but its just not going #Ive been trying for over a month #I cant finish the outline #I've only gotten a paragraph into actually typing #but there are so many vivid images from this fic that live rent free in my head #was lowkey thinking of comissioning an artist to depict Danny bc I've tried and its not coming out right and it drives me INSANE #bc this world is very vivid to me #i love it even if it hurts me #anyway here's wonderwall