i dont think there are any pictures of me with my natural hair

Tied 

Dracoxreader smut Summary: You two are from different houses (i used ravenclaw here, but any other will do) and dont particularly like each other or get along at all. things get steamy one drunk night when all word filters are out of the picture. Warnings: biting kink (and smut, duh). Enjoy ;)


 The unbearably long day was slowly nearing to an end with only one class left. Naturally, it was one with the Slytherins. It was agonizing. You couldn’t avoid exchanging a few offensive swear words every time you ran into any of them in the halls. The worst was with Malfoy, the vain boy, proud of his heritage to an extent. It wasn’t until the fourth year that we had actually spoken a word to each other. Before that, it was only brisk eye contacts, his orbs sparkling with disgust. Then, one day I decided to let my mouth outrun my brain as I sad to him: “You don’t have to act like an arsehole if you don’t really want to, you know? Nobody is going to think less of you if you skip voicing your rather unnecessary opinion once in a while.” It was on a Wednesday like this one, the Charms class we had together had just ended. Draco had made a snarky remark on one of my housemate’s ‘ridiculous performance in the simplest charms’. The whole room was dead silent as i finished my sentence. He directed me a glare filled with wrath and said something that would’ve got me detention for a week hadn’t my friends held me back. “Why don’t YOU do everyone a favor and take your ugly presence elsewhere? I would suggest the sewers, where you’d fit in nicely,” that disgusting smirk of victory dancing on his too pale face. 


 "Stiff wiseacre.“ Draco’s voice rang through my ears as he pushed me away to enter the classroom first. My response rolled off my tongue immediately. “Bleached arsehole.” He turned around, staring at me intensely and would have surely directed me a couple more swear words before Flitwick entered the room and asked us to take our seats. “Why don’t you two just snog already,” my friend whispered as we sat down. “Excuse me?” My eyebrows furrowed and the corners of my mouth turned downwards in distress. “Oh please, Y/N. The sex tension between you two is flaming.” “I fucking hate him.” “You might as well hold a giant banner saying ‘sex tension’ the second you two as much as look at each other.” “You’re gonna make me vomit, will you, for the love of God, just stop?” And she did, snickering to herself when the professor started talking. 

Later that week, I sat in the Great Hall eating dinner. Much to my dismay, I couldn’t help but let my mind slip into thoughts about Draco. Ever since Jean had drawn my attention to the apparent sexual tension going on, I wouldn’t stop thinking about it. In class my eyes would linger a bit too long on his neck, tracing his smooth skin before I shake my head, snapping out of my bubble. My cheeks would heat up and my palms would get sweaty if he caught me gazing at his lips. “I hate him, what the hell is going on,” I murmured to myself, my words getting lost into the noise of the room. As I lifted my stare I saw Draco strutting to the Slytherin table. My insides twitched when he ran his hand through his sleek hair and connected our gazes. I quickly looked away, a little less discreetly than I wanted to. “I’m finished. You going,”I asked Jean standing up from my chair. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

Before I was ready, another Wednesday rolled around. I caught myself anxiously excited to be able to stare at the young Malfoy from the back of the room. I was standing in front of the classroom with my friends as his voice rang through my ears: “Geek fest, is it?” I felt intense heat rise in me, travelling all the way to my face. I turned to him, opening my mouth to direct him a couple of insults, but my words got stuck in my throat and all I managed to do is cough. The smirk he had playing on his lips disappeared for a second, expressing his confusion, but returned soon enough. Draco walked backwards to the classroom, his eyes piercing through me. All I could do was stare at him and his perfect blue orbs as well. “What the hell was that?” I turned to my friends, every single one of them giving me confused looks.

***

“Are you going to that party,” Jean asked me about a week later. We were sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, my nose buried in a Potions book. “What party,” I replied without so much as lifting my gaze. “The one that seventh-year girl invited us to. Remember?” “Yeah, I’m not going.” 

“Seriously? Why not?” She sounded irritated.

“I don’t know. This whole house unity people are trying to achieve sounds too good to be true. Plus, what if somebody catches us?”

“Oh come on, you are being paranoid, Y/N. You’re going. There will be alcohol.” She ended the last sentence in a sing-song voice.

“Even worse. I don’t want to go, Jean. Will the Slytherins be there?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

The way my cheeks started burning every time there was even an insinuation Draco was going to come up in a conversation started to annoy me. “I’m just trying to avoid unnecessary contact with them.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this about Malfoy?”

“What? What about him.” My words were shaky and too rushed.

“Oh Merlin, it is! When did this start? This is so exciting. It’s like in the books! Worst enemies fall for each-”

Stop,” I yelled standing up, “you’re making this up, just like you made up the ‘sexual tension’.” I air quoted the last words. 

“That is easily the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. You are totally whipped.”

“Shut up. Are you hearing yourself?! This is Malfoy we’re talking about!”

“Okay, so prove it. Come to the party.”

 “Bet your ass I’m going to.”

***

The hall echoed as my shoes hit the stone floor. I reached the Room of Requirement and joined the group of fellow Ravenclaws standing in front of it, elicting a couple of whistles from my friends. “Wow, Y/N. Who’s this all for?” “Hmm, I don’t know,” I said in a playful voice,”certainly not for you Theo.” I avoided Jean’s gaze as people laughed at my remark.

We entered the party, the Room of Requirement now spacious,decorated and already crowded. Sofas and chairs were scattered all over. “Welcome guys,” a seventh-year Griffindor yelled over the music,”make yourselves at home!” I grabbed myself a glass of Firewhiskey  and searched the room as I took a swig. My heart jumped when I saw Malfoy standing against a wall with a drink in his hand. My eyes then fell on a girl he was talking to. She was beautiful and obviously  very interested in him. “Stop,” I mumbled into my chin, trying to get rid of the undeniable feeling of jealousy growing inside. “Hey, Y/N! We’re starting a game of spin the bottle. Wanna join?” “No thanks. Maybe later.” “I’m sure your Slytherin prince will be playing,” Jean whispered, making sure nobody else heard. “And I’m sure I do not care,” I said through gritted teeth,”see you later Jean. Have fun.” “Okay. Right back at you.” She winked at me. I hated how right she was, how much I wished he would ditch that Slytherin girl and got his ass over here and pinned me to the cold wall. How much I wanted his hands everywhere… ‘Oh God, please stop,’ I thought rubbing my temple. ‘You don’t have a chance anyway.’ 

My gaze was fixed on him. No matter how hard I tried, my stares, my thoughts, everything kept going back to him, as I went to get another drink, as I talked to other people, as I tried to dance. Finally, Theo came up to me, offering me a cigarette. “One of the Muggle-borns smuggled some for us.” I gladly took one. Lighting it quickly with his lighter. It was a guilty pleasure. My eyes shot in Malfoy’s direction once again. Theo turned. “Who are you eyeing tonight?” “No one,” I said quickly.

I leaned against a wall, blowing smoke through my lips slowly. I didn’t even try to break my habit of glancing at the alluring blond boy across the room, only this time finding his stare on me. I quickly shifted, trying to look everywhere except in his direction, taking another drag. “Here, take the whole pack. We have more over there. Now, if you’ll excuse me, some fine birds are waiting to be caged by this beauty.” “Mhmm,” I barely listened to him, snatching the cigarettes from his hand. 

I couldn’t shake the magnetic need to eye Draco. I took an upset smoke when I saw him pushing himself of the wall and leaning to the girl’s ear to whisper something, touching her shoulder in the process. Then everything felt frozen,slow and cold when Draco’s darkened blue orbs pierced through me, his tall figure making his way over. My fingertips tingled, adrenaline shooting through my body. He took his time, walking slowly and arrogantly and I almost forgot how to stand and what to do with my hands. After what felt like an eternity, Malfoy lessened the distance and leaned next to me against the wall. We didn’t say anything as I took a drag and blew it out tediously slowly. 

“You know,” he started, looking straight ahead,”people say it’s rude to stare.” My heart raced out of my chest, I cleared my throat soundlessly in a poor attempt to keep my composure. “Really?” He finally turned his head to me, but I stood still, desperately trying to look cool smoking my cigarette. “Yeah. But sometimes,” Draco leaned forward, letting his breath skim over my skin,”it can be quite flattering.” For a few seconds I allowed myself to be frozen, a breath stuck in my throat, before I snapped out of it. “That’s really great for you, Malfoy.” He chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s the first time I ever heard you say my name.” I could practically feel the stupid grin on his face. I rolled my eyes, taking another drag.

He leaned in even more, his lips now dangerously close to my ear. “Are we going pretend I didn’t just catch you staring at me 20 times in the past 5 minutes?” His voice came out as a whisper. With sudden courage exploding in me, I looked him in the eyes, an orgasmic feeling buzzing in my head. ‘He totally wants this too.

“So what are you going to do about it, Malfoy?” “I love the way you say that.” Draco’s hand touched my hip, then slid to rest on the small of my back. I took in a loud shaky breath, dropping what little was left of my cigarette to the floor. “I don’t know,” he came back to answering my question,”I might ask you to join me outside so we can talk about this.” I  peered into his eyes again, quickly dropping my gaze to his lips. “Talk?” My voice was slow and hoarse and I could swear I saw a flash of satisfaction explode in his blue orbs. 

Draco’s cold hand found my wrist and he pulled me towards the door. There wasn’t a speck of me that tried or wanted to protest. We were out of the room in a matter of seconds and, before I was ready, his hands were on my hips, pinning me hard to the wall. I let out a quiet squeal, closing my eyes. Draco leaned in, me expecting him to kiss me, but instead started tracing my jawline with his scorching lips. He reached my neck and kissed it with pressure, earning an ‘oh God’ from me. I could feel him smile into my skin before he continued. It was so slow and bursting with lust. My everything was burning and I tangled my hands into Draco’s hair and tugged, adding a small hip roll over him. The Slytherin released a loud moan into my neck, finally pulling back to connect our lips.

The kiss was filled with need and passion and I surprised myself when I broke it to ask:”Is your dorm empty?” His eyes searched my face for a second, before adding a smirk. “We’ll find out.”

The trip to the Slytherin dorms was brisk, with a few short kisses shared along the way. He made me block my ears as he said the password and we were up the stairs is seconds. Draco smiled when we discovered the dorm was, in fact, empty. He pulled out his wand and murmured a couple of spells. “What are you doing?” “I’m locking the door,” he said too harshly,”I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart.” “Shut up,” I replied, holding back a smile. “I also cast a silencing spell for you.”

A jolt of heat shot through me, going straight to my pussy. His hands slid from my back to my ass as he pushed me towards his bed, my shirt and tie lost in the process. My knees hit the edge of the bed and I grabbed his own tie pulling him into a wet, hot kiss. I fell onto the bed, followed with Draco landing on top of me, a bulge very apparent in his pants. I used this opportunity to grind up on him, enticing another throaty moan, him following my actions and rolling his hips creating friction. My hands worked on his tie and shirt before discarding them and tracing his chest and abs, finding their way to his belt. I went a little lower, stroking him over the fabric. 

“Oh God, what you do to me,” he whispered after a loud shaky breath, making me shudder. I was gone in the moment. I wanted to let go and simply let Draco take care of me. “Bite me.” My voice was barely audible, whispered into his warm lips. He froze his actions. “Excuse me?” I bit his lip slowly and tenderly. Draco’s eyes  were fixed on mine as he got the memo. He smiled slightly and compiled, starting first on my own lips, then transitioning to my neck. I barely noticed when the Slytherin’s hand started sneaking down my side, finding its way to the button of my pants. It slid over my underwear with ease, applying little pressure. I exhaled harshly and screamed his last name. My back arched as Draco applied more pressure, rubbing up and down. 

His bites became more intense and sloppier and I swear I almost came two minutes into our make out. My fingers tangled into his hair and pulled a little, earning a small moan from the blond. I didn’t stop crying out his name, the last cry followed by:”Oh my God, I’m close.” 

Draco slowed down his actions and pulled back to look at me. “Enjoying yourself?” His long fingers rubbed my clit painfully slow and I let out a stressed moan. “What was that?” His voice was smug and sweet. “Malfoy, please.” He was incredibly amused as he observed the way I melted under the slightest touch of his.

“Please what?” I cried out in annoyance. “Hmm?” He hummed right into my ear. “Please go down on me.” “As you wish.” 

I wasn’t prepared when Draco pulled my pants down abruptly and planted small kisses on the inside of my thigh, before pulling down my underwear as well and I certainly wasn’t prepared when he lifted me up with ease and flipped me. He placed me to sit on his face. Draco took his time actually getting to the task, kissing and licking everywhere but where I needed him. He finally licked up my slit and I cried out his name. His skilled tongue worked me like a drug as I quickly became a moaning mess trapped under his control. 

“Fuck, Malfoy. Fuckfuckfuck.” One of his cold, eager hands held my hip as the other slowly slithered in my folds. I lost all power and began shaking, feeling my orgasm creeping up. 

Draco stopped and slid under me. “What are you doing,” I asked turning my head to look at him. The blond took of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. I felt his hands skim over my skin and then rest on my stomach as he hugged me from behind. “Tell me how much you want me right now.” “Overmuch.” He shot shivers down my spine when he chuckled. “Only after you tell me how good I make you feel.” I groaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. Draco’s hands unhurriedly slid down to my core, rubbing grievously slow circles on my clit.

“So?” “I have never been turned on like this in my life.” “And?” “And you drive me crazy.” He surprised me by kissing my cheek before sliding his boxers down and started slowly pushing into me. The both of us cried out. “Faster,” I said eagerly and he pushed into me the rest of the way vigorously. “Oh my God, Draco!” He sped up his actions, pumping me as I followed grinding my hips. 

I struggled with my breath and screamed and moaned, slipping in quite a few curse words. “Thank Merlin for that silencing spell, huh,” he whispered to me and I felt I was close.

Draco’s fingers started working on my clit again and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I cried as I leaned back into him. After a couple of pumps Draco came as well, biting into my shoulder.

We fell onto his bed exhausted and I slid under the covers, laying on my back. “Wow. Who would’ve thought..,” Draco said. He was laying on his side, propped up on his elbow. I turned my head to him. “What?” “I really didn’t think you’d be so good at this,” he said in his usual Malfoy manner, sounding kinda vain. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think it was that special,” I teased. “Oh please. I destroyed you,” he chuckled.

***

I opened my sore eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the harsh light in the room. I shot up as I remembered last night’s events and realized that it’s already morning. “Shitshitshit.” I got up, still completely naked and started putting on my clothes. “Mmm I could get used to seeing this in the morning,” I heard Draco’s voice behind me. “Shut the hell up, Malfoy! We’re going to be late for class!” He groaned and rubbed his face. 

I made sure I picked up all my things and stormed out the door. Halfway down the stairs I stopped and ran back upstairs. I found Draco already putting on his shirt. “Hey arsehole,” I said,”see you later.” He smiled and before he got to say anything, I was already running down the stairs again.

I stormed into the dark Potions classroom and mumbled an apology. When I sat down next to Jean and looked up, I could see everybody glancing at me. “Y/N,” Jean whisper-shouted. “What?” 

“You’re wearing a Slytherin tie.”

Bet

Summary: You and Dean are always handsy when you are together. Seth and Roman make a bet that you can’t last a week without touching each other. Lots of teasing follows ending with some Daddy smut in the locker room. Smut. Daddy Kink.

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anonymous asked:

RFA boys + V with MC being a teacher and all that comes with it. Like, for older kids a specialized knowledge about a certain subject and knowing teen stuff, and with little kids being up on all the latest "kid" things and always looking at (cont)

(Cont) toys and picture books and singing silly songs. And of course, the grading and lesson planning and kids who give problems and stress that comes on top of that. But she really really loves being a teacher and won’t give it up.


(Combined because of similarity!!)

A/N: These requests are so pure and I enjoy them so much but ive never seen how a teacher prepares for anything so i went based on what a few things teacher friends/my dad told me and how i interact with my siblings and stuff ;A; ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

           -The two of you act like such kids yourselves, but he absolutely loves it, you teach younger children and he can see how soft and sweet you are to them!

           -He actually enjoys some of the cool kid gadgets you check out for your class

           -That cool robo-dog toy? He wants one now

           -ACTUALLY JEALOUS WHEN YOU GET IT FOR YOUR KIDS INSTEAD BUT PLAYS IT OFF LIKE IT’S NO BIG DEAL

           -He’s actually sat in on a few classes of yours his butt actually fits in the little kid chairs

           -The little tikes love him to death! They like to tease him about dating you

           - though they all think he’s a kid too just in a higher grade ;A;

           -But sometimes kids can get rowdy, and he knows this

           -When you come home stressed out, from kids misbehaving, he’s always there to lighten the mood! Tells you stories from when he was a kid, full of silly sound effects, and he’s even borrowed picture books from his mum to show you childhood pictures! It embarrasses him sometimes, but he knows that you enjoy the imaginations children have so it can’t hurt to tell you, right?

           - also lowkey shows up around snack time when he visits because he freaking loVES THE JUICE BOXES AND COOKIES MC CAN HE HAVE SOME TOO

*ZEN:

           -He knows how difficult teaching can be, his parents were teachers

           -SUPER. HYPED. When he found out that you’re a HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA TEACHER come on y'all i saw the chance so i took it

           -You actually went to school!!!! For acting!!! That’s amazing! He’s a natural so he didn’t have to

           -He tries to come to your class at least once a week to give the students some tips (since he’s in the field and semi-famous and all)

           -IF YOU HAVE ANY ADVICE THAT YOU LEARN FROM YOUR FANCY-DANCY SCHOOL, HE’D LIKE TO HEAR IT MC

           -He dropped out of school and had bad experience with teachers so he was actually really iffy about your job at first

           -But the first time he watched you shine because of your passion for helping these teens, he knew you belonged in this career

           -But when you come home from a long day of teens being….well….teens, he feels so bad

           -He was a rebellious teen so he thinks he can help talk to them about listening and respecting everything you try to do for them he kept them for two class periods one day lecturing them about how much respect you deserve and the kids all literally cried and hugged you at the end of it jfc zen what did you sAY TO THEM

           -Always there to wipe away your tears, whether they be of joy or sadness, when your class puts on plays. You’re proud of your students but he’s always 10x more proud of you because heY MC YOU DID THAT, LOOK

*JAEHEE:

           -YOU’RE A HIGH SCHOOL LITERATURE TEACH MC? THATS DOPE COME TALK NERDY TO ME

           -She thinks it’s so cool because!!!! The two of you can both really appreciate literature

           -It’s like a personal little book club between the two of you, always talking about themes and deeper meanings

           -Not to mention she lives for the drama you over hear in your classroom come on we all live for gossip every now and then dont judge me or jaehee and you can teach her all of the younger lingo which she uses to understand a few of the interns at work

           -When you’ve been up for hours trying to grade papers, she’s always there to help with them

           -Mainly because she wants to avoid you bashing your head against the table because they’re all writing the same things over and over again

           -If she comes across something she’s unsure about in her readings you’re the first person she asks

           -Love love loves helping you pick which books your students are going to analyze next

           -Not to mention!!! You always have all the newest books in almost any genre because of your job and!!! She always has something new to read!!!!

           -If your day was rough though, she’s got coffee at the ready for you, the two of you are going to sit down and just rant about anything and everything that happened because hey kids can be stupid, she’s not gonna tell on you for pointing out the obvious

*JUMIN:

           -He finds it absolutely adorable when you come home covered in paint, glitter, marker, you name it

           -Calls you his masterpiece what a sap

           -Not used to being around kids but he visits your kids as often as possible

           -HE’S SO CUTE WHEN HE’S HELPING THE KIDS FINGER PAINT OH MY GOD

           - they paint kitty whiskers on his face sometimes and you’ve never seen him smile bigger

           -They once asked him to build a tower out of blocks with them and he took over the entire project, made a replica of the C&R building

           -When the two of you are at home, though, he refuses to admit he enjoys it there with the kids. Complains about paint on his white shirt, why are kids to loud, they’re so energetic what the heck, etc etc

           -Always buying cool new toys and craft things for your classroom- he knows how teachers are paid and he just wants to help out. For you. Not for the kids. its totally for the kids dont let him fool you

           -He never really knows how to comfort you if you come home from a hard day with your class, so he usually sits with your head resting against him. He listens to you rant about everything that happened, running his hand through your hair to let you know he’s listening.

           -Never ONCE has he asked you to quit your job. He thinks teachers are important and should be treasured, and he sees how happy the kids make you every day- he could never ask you to give that up but hey mc if you ever wants kids of your own, he’s got you, wink wonk

*SAEYOUNG:

           -Teacher? lmao what’s that not everyone is a freaking genius saeyoung shUT UP

           -MC CAN I COME BY SOME TIME AND LEARN I PROMISE I’LL BE A GOOD STUDENT saeyoung dont do that

           -You were a high school computer science teacher, and hello MC i could be of service saeyoung pls

           -He came in as a guest speaker one day and none of the students could keep up with what he was saying??? What’s all of this?? Mr. Choi can you please dumb down the lesson???

           -By the end of class though, everyone (including him) were just drawing stupid pictures on MS paint sigh

           -He’s actually really excited that you teach computers to teenagers!! Computers are great, MC!!! You can teach them to hack! no saeyoung thats not what i do, thats you

           -Sometimes he’ll play dumb and ask you for help with his computer just to hear your teacher voice (it doesnt work often because you KNOW he knows what’s wrong)

           -“MC, you can be the teacher and I’ll play the naughty student *eyebrow wiggle*” he walks in with a plaid skirt and knee high socks what a fucking doRK

           -There are days that the kids just don’t listen and do whatever they want, and it frustrates you to no end. Some of them were wrestling and broke a monitor once, and you had to call Saeyoung, break down and cry on your lunch break. He’s always there at the end of the day with blanket forts and HBC to get you away from all electronics even for a little while

           -The next day though, he hacks into all the computers in your classroom and scares the students into paying attention because what person doesn’t freak out when someone starts listing their personal information on their screen???

*V:

           -High school dance teacher?

           -Are you his soulmate MC because it’s really feeling like it

           -He’s a dancer himself! (though he doesnt practice it often)

           -So he always offers to be your partner on days you’re teaching couple’s dances!

           -He can tell how much effort and passion you put into helping these kids learn the art

           -You absolutely radiate warmth and excitement if your class holds a recital

           -HE’S ALWAYS THERE TO TAKE ACTION SHOTS OF YOU AND THE CLASS BECAUSE WOW MC

           -But kids will be kids, which means sometimes there are attitudes thrown around

           -Some days you feel as if you get no respect, and they do whatever they want to do, and it breaks not only your heart but your spirit as well and he will not stand for it

           -He’s very good at lecturing, and seeming nice with a threatening undertone. So when he catches something like this happening, you can bet he’s in front of the class, pouring his heart out about how much respect you deserve for all of your hard work and they shape up real quick every time this happens. So he kisses you on the forehead and lets you keep teaching <3

*SAERAN:

           -You work with little kids all day?

           -Why would you wanna do that to yourself jfc

           -You’re always looking at cute, kid crafts and he kind of wants to try them but he’ll never tell you that

           -Very very afraid to visit your class because? He’s scary, he doesn’t want the little kids to be afraid of him

           -But they WEREN’T. AT ALL. He could feel his heart melting at how much they actually liked him like holy crap MC i wanna come visit every day

           -HE FINALLY GETS TO TRY THOSE LITTLE KID CRAFTS WITH NO SHAME, YES, SCORE

           -The two of you are the power team at story time, everyone is completely enthralled with the story, voices, and how you act them out

           -When you first told him that you were a teacher for little kids, it made complete sense to him. You’re so sweet and kind and patient and bubbly and it just cliCKED WOW MC YOU ARE A TEACHER

           -But kids have tantrums, and short attention spans, and they’re very stubborn, so if you have a rough day, you actually have to calm him down instead saeran you cant threaten the children its okay im just tired ill be fine

           -The two of you have naps on those rough days, he’ll rub your shoulders to help you relax, and he actually goes out of his way to look up things for your lesson plan the next day!

why doesn’t marinette ever play rizzo in grease fics

So I know in ladybug !grease aus!, or rather ‘the school puts on a play’ scenarios, Marinette is usually cast as Sandy or makes the costumes, or both. Which is fine, though a lot to take on. However. Sandy definitely isn’t the one wearing a red and black polka dot dress??? 

 I just think there’s hilarity potential in Marinette being Rizzo. For one thing, no one would expect it. The casting call gets announced for Grease during the end of class and Alya excitedly nudges Marinette, saying she should go for the role of Sandy to impress a certain blonde model. The idea would be tempting to Marinette, certainly, but I think she’d be more interested in making the costumes, and doing that and trying out for the lead role might be too much. So she declines Alya’s suggestion because she’d rather focus on costuming, and with a laugh, says if there was any role she’d go for, it would likely be Rizzo.

 And Alya just stops dead and stares at her friend. And asks why.

Not understanding Alya’s shift in behavior, Marinette tries to explain that she just appreciates the character’s styling more, also it would be a lot less of a role to take on if she were to juggle costuming too. 

At this point Alya bursts out laughing, not cruelly obviously, but the idea of the cutest girl in class, baring Rose of course, playing the brash, sultry Rizzo was hilarious. And Alya tells her this. 

Now Marinette is feeling just slightly offended, which Alya sees plainly on her face. And so I see the rest of the exchange going something like this;

Alya: I don’t mean it as a bad thing! Rizzo’s character can just be pretty abrasive and in your face - 

Marinette: -I can get in people’s faces!

Alya: *Laughing again* Yeah, when someone else is being mean, you’re all about truth and justice. Newsflash girl! Rizzo’s the mean one through a lot of it. You don’t have a mean bone in your body.

Marinette: *At this point she really begs to differ, but doesn’t want to get into how she has quite the mean jealous streak that still ashamed her*. It’s just acting. How hard can it be to pretend to be a jerk?

Alya: Easier for some people. Sorry Marinette! You’re just too… nice and cutesy.

Marinette: *Mumbling* I can do more than ‘nice and cutesy.’ Besides, you think I should be Sandy! She has to wear that leather outfit at the end and sings a song that’s anything but cute. 

Alya: *Looking playful* True. Maybe Frenchie would be a better fit for you? She’s super nice!

Marinette: Urgh. You’re just poking fun now.

Alya: *Chuckling* A little. I still think it’s ambitious.

Marinette: It’s not like I said I was going to do it. She would just be my top pick. 

Meanwhile Nino and Adrien finishes packing up their schoolbags and turns around, clearly interested in the commotion going on behind them.

Nino: Do I hear an actual argument going on between the ladies? What’s going on?

Alya *Chuckles and ignores Marinette’s glare* Hardly an argument. Marinette think’s she can be Rizzo!

Marinette: I don’t want to actually be in the play at all-

Nino: Rizzo? Ain’t she like… the sexy one?

Alya: Yes! And jerky. It would be weird, right?? She’s too cute!

Marinette: I’m right here. And no, it wouldn’t be weird! 

At this point Nino and Alya are stifling chuckles, and even Adrien looks to be cracking a smile.

Adrien: I don’t know, guys, She’s talented enough, she could pull it off.

Marinette blushes heavily at the compliment, naturally. She was absolutely gonna die-

Adrien: Although… Alya might have a point. 

Marinette: …what.

Adrien: *Looking sheepish* Well, you’re the sweetest person I know. It’s a little hard to imagine. 

Marinette: …what.

Marinette.exe has stopped working.

And Marinette feels really conflicted at this point. Although she’s blushing like mad and her heart is soaring through the heavens (he thought she was sweet!), she really, really doesn’t like when others think she can’t do something. It was really… really… annoying!

She could totally be more than sweet as pie! She was Ladybug, for crying out loud!

Nino and Alya, meanwhile. just send each other a knowing look.

Nino: Dude, even when you’re not trying to be, you’re super smooth. 

Adrien: What do you mean? 

Alya: Seriously? I think you just broke my best frie-

Marinette: I’m doing it!

All three of her friends just look at her, surprised. 

To emphasize the point, Marinette stomps up to the front of the class to grab a flyer advertising the musical’s casting call. 

Marinette: I’m trying out to be Rizzo. And I’m gonna get the part. 

And of course she does.

_______

No but like I can imagine it clearly. She would have to channel all of her Ladybug flirtiness, and maybe even a bit of Chloe, to really get that sultry, abrasive attitude down, but when she performs a part of ‘Look at me I’m Sandra Dee’, it’s a shock to almost everyone watching, and a little familiar to Adrien, thought he couldn’t tell anyone why. 

This whole post was inspired by me just really thinking it should be a no brainer that she’d play the character wearing the polka dot dress. Yep. 

Wrong Target

Originally posted by crazy-vibes-under-the-moon

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 902

Part 1 of From the Other Side


Dean could hear you walking into the library, but kept his eyes on the screen. Everything was stressing him out, and it was just one thing after another. Hell, sometimes he couldn’t even figure out what was bothering him. Glancing at the burger, he quickly went back to work. “You use the mustard I like?” He asked. There were very few things in the bunker that didn’t wind up being shared- his mustard being one of them. After Sam had used the last of it, that was it.

“Yup!” You sounded happy about that, making the corner of his mouth move slightly.

Licking his lips, he went on. “Not bloody, right?” He liked his burgers medium-rare, not like he was a damn vampire again drinking blood.

He saw you shake your head from the corner of his eye. “No, I’ve gotten pretty good at that. I’ve worked it out to timing it perfectly.” Dean had to admit, that was true. The first time you’d cooked him a burger, he wound up basically hosting a cooking lesson just for you. He thought it was cute how intently you listened to him. “Seasoned the burger with salt and pepper while it cooked, as well.” That he taught you by making two pieces of chicken. One seasoned, one not. You tasted both and it hit you what a difference it made.

Dean picked up his burger, his mouth watering, and took a bite. “Awe, come on.” He groaned, getting up to walk past you, chewing his bite quickly. “Barely any mustard, none of my damn pickles, and could have been cooked a couple minutes longer.” Honestly, he really didn’t care all that much, but with everything else- he blew it out of proportion.

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Requested by anon.

I’m sorry if I insult anybody with these, I really don’t mean to!


Youngbin

A fan decides to insult you to your face with a horrible slur. Youngbin steps in before you even react, grabbing your hand tightly. He smiles at you sweetly, then greets the fan with a piercing look.
“You insult my girlfriend you insult me. Please leave.”

Originally posted by ohjuho

Inseong

You’re walking down the street with him, when you notice a couple of elderly ladies staring with a judging look. Inseong sees them and side-hugs you tightly, grabbing your face with his free hand so you look up at him.
“You know they’re staring cause you’re so pretty right? ”

Originally posted by softsnuper

Jaeyoon

Some of their so-called fans decide to bash on you, specifically your big lips. You try not to let it get to you, but Jaeyoon knows you well enough to see that the comment hurt you. Out of the blue he’ll steal a kiss from you, right in front of the boys and the fans, then he’ll speak loud enough for everyone to hear him
“Ya! My girlfriends lips are so pretty, soft too! Im so lucky~”

Originally posted by daw0ns

(this gif makes me feel things I’m suing.)

Rowoon

A couple of interviews you had done recently had included comments about your skin color, mostly implying that they couldn’t believe a person of color could become famous in Korea, let alone date such a handsome idol. One night you start to wonder if any of it was really worth it, and if you should just quit now. After you confess these feelings to Rowoon, he can’t contain his words.
“Who are they to say that! You are an idol cause you have a lot of talent, and on top of that you’re beautiful! Dont let them get to you, sweetheart.”

Originally posted by daw0ns

(sleepy Rowoon still slays)

Dawon

Your natural hair has been the talk of the town since you two announced your relationship. You start considering getting it straightened out to avoid insults, but this boy ain’t having it.
“I got a perm once and I looked silly, so I changed my hair back. Your hair looks good like that, please don’t change it :( ”

Originally posted by leesanhyuk

(Dawon with a perm is my aesthetic)

Zuho

You start to cry after a magazine had decided to lighten your skin in a picture. Zuho calls your agency, telling them they should file a complaint and get legal action. After that he’ll sit you on his lap, grabbing your face with both his hands. He’ll look at you, smiling lovingly.
“Why would anybody want to hurt the woman I love. Do you want me to hurt them back?” he’ll say trying to make you laugh.

Originally posted by imekova

Taeyang

Your dark skin has had one too many bad comments recently,  even by other celebrities. You open up to Taeyang about it one day while lounging around. He grabs your arms and trails kisses on them.
“Who cares what they think, they’re not the ones who get to hold, touch or kiss it. I love you just how you are, forget what they think. ”

Originally posted by sf9

Hwiyoung

After too many insults, your confidence has gone to an all time low. You tell Hwiyoung you don’t want to go to an event, you don’t want to leave the house for a while. He thinks for a moment, then sits down with you, pulling you into an embrace.
“Ok, Ill stay with you. It wont be fun if you’re not there.”

Originally posted by neozbin

Chani

At an event, a fan gets up to ask a question. “Why are you dating such an ugly girl?” she says loudly. Without thinking about the uproar the media would have, Chani spoke out without changing his expression.
“What do you mean? I’m not dating you. You’re the only ugly girl here.”

Originally posted by fy-sf9

(sassy Kang Chani)


~MASTERLIST~

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Every single instance in which you were foolish enough to think that two hours of sleep was a sufficient amount to be a functioning, productive human being came back to bite you in the ass the very next day, no matter how many times it happened. Decorative rings of purple-blue hung beneath your eyes like the crescent moon you were so fond of staying up for, and your hair stuck out out in directions you didn’t think to be possible. But fuck, was it totally worth the satisfaction of beating out the giant rock in space as the sun swallowed it, bringing on a new day and an extensive amount of the stress that came with insomnia. You reasoned that an all-nighter was a necessity; you wouldn’t be prepared for your test had you not pushed the boundaries and tested the limits of the body’s ability to lumber on in spite of the fatigue it was plagued with.

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Hermione climbs through Pansy’s window at 2 o’clock in the morning, and before Pansy can manage so much as a loud, angry, and exasperated screech Hermione tosses a black bag onto Pansy’s bed and says, “Listen, I need a huge favor.”

Pansy pinches the small bag between two delicate perfectly manicured fingers and puts it on the bedside table. She hasn’t seen Hermione in weeks since she fucked off to go god knows where to do god knows what with Potter and about half the Weasley clan. Pansy, meanwhile, has been stewing, and huffing, and fucking worrying to no end.

“Fine,” Pansy turns her nose up, shaking her hair into place. Hermione doesn’t even bother to hide her wide toothy grin. 

-

Hermione’s like a whole thing with Pansy. 

She’s like, supposed to be the neat and tidy, grade grubbing, prissy, know-it-all. Which, to be fair, she is. But she’s also kind of criminal deviant with loose (at best) morals, a wicked temper, and a vindictive streak about a mile wide. On top of which, she’s also a very loud, very mean crybaby.

She wears like weird nineties throwbacks and listens to TLC at extremely high volumes basically every day. She’s small, slender, dark skinned, she used to let her hair grow out in it’s natural ‘fro but pretty recently she switched over to box braids because they’re cooler; as in not as warm. She’s a fucking vegetarian and she once spent a full month putting Draco through increasingly elaborate, expensive, and dangerous pranks because he said Foreigner was better than Kiss

Which was already dumb, but Pansy didn’t even know Hermione cared about that because she mostly listens to rap, girl groups, No Doubt, and fucking Justin Bieber.

So like, Pansy’s apparently got a very specific type and Hermione checks all the boxes.

-

In the bag there’s a pair of leather gloves, a black ski-mask, black spray paint, and like fifty hair-ties. Hermione runs down to grab drinks while Pansy changes into proper vandal gear.

“So like,” Pansy sits on the bed with Hermione, “What are we doing?”

“Do you know Cho Chang?”

Their year, Pansy has a literature critique class with her. She’s smart, kind of blunt, mostly friendly. “Yeah.”

“She found me, Harry, Ginny, and Ron smoking and told Umbridge.”

Harry and the Weasley’s, it’s always Harry Potter and the fucking Weasley clan with her. Pansy sighs, sips her diet Coca Cola.

“Fuck.”

-

There’s not actually like a whole lot that Pansy gets out of her little revenge adventures with Hermione. Well, there’s the whole viciously aroused and generally excited part of it; but it’s not really special. Hermione does this sort of thing all the time, usually with Ginny. Pansy’s really just one of many accomplices, it doesn’t really make her anything to Hermione.

Really all Pansy gets out of it, outside of aforementioned benefits, are the little things. Hermione singing along to her music off-key, tapping her fingers along the steering wheel, the sharp toothed smile she gives Pansy whenever they’re about to start and whenever their finished.

Pansy looks over to the drivers seat and watches Hermione tap her fingers on the screen of her phone while she tries to settle on a song. Pansy rolls down the window and lights a cigarette, wondering how wildly inappropriate it would be to sneak a few photos.

-

“We’re just going to spray-paint her car windows.”

Pansy stares up at Cho’s McMansion house and feels an irritated twitch run down her spine when she realizes it’s a little bigger than her house. Because helping Hermione with her little revenge plots makes Pansy extra vindictive and petty.

“I vote we get her bedroom too,” Pansy says, pulling her mask in place.

Hermione grins at her, “I like your thinking.”

-

The car is easy. Then Hermione proves to be much, much more adept at breaking and entering than any normal person should be (flawless lock picking and she knew the Changs’ security code). However, once actually in Cho’s bedroom, the both of them are thoroughly out of ideas.

Pansy catalogues the pictures (two on the desk, fifteen in a wall collage, three on the dresser, one on the bookshelf), puts the five most expensive articles of clothing on the bed, and then promptly sits down on the pillows. Hermione has grabbed the desk chair, spun it around, and propped her chin on the back of it while she sits and stares at the bed.

“Let me guess; spray paint the pictures, mess up the clothes?”

Pansy sighs, “Right? It’s just not enough.”

Hermione shrugs, “We could put raw meat in her bed.”

“Gross,” Pansy wrinkles her nose. Hermione frequently gets a little to intense for Pansy.

“I’ll see if there’s any in the freezer.”

Hermione’s prancing out the door and down to the kitchen before Pansy can say anything. Pansy sighs and gets up to find scissors to start on the clothes. 

By the time they’re all done, Pansy’s heartbroken because she can’t instagram any of it.

-

Pansy demands wine and a hot-tub dip to celebrate. Naturally, they decide to use Draco’s since Pansy has an extra key and the Malfoy’s are currently in the Hamptons. They’re also the only people Pansy knows of who have a salt water hot tub.

The clink glasses, Hermione explains her trip with Potter and the Weasley’s. Pansy spends most of her time staring at Hermione’s mouth. 

They’d just run off to get away from the parents to camp, smoke, relax. Ron brought Parvati, Ginny brought Luna; Hermione, the twins, and Harry spent most of their time playing beer pong. 

Three glasses in, Hermione is pressed right against Pansy, and Pansy licks her lips. Four glasses in Hermione has her arm around Pansy. Five glasses in Pansy watches the way Hermione’s lip curves and flexes when she smiles, sees how full her mouth is, the way the color fades into a dark pink at the seam of her lips, and kisses her.

The angle’s askew, Pansy’s a little tipsy and not as finessed as usual, but her heart is still pounding in her ears and her blood is sizzling and vibrating through her veins.

She pulls away a little too quickly. Hermione blinks, stares at Pansy, licks her lips and says, “So, is it felonies that get you going or hot tubs?”

Pansy smirks, “Actually it’s people singing Fuckin’ Problems off-key.”

Hermione splashes water at her and plants a quick, gentle kiss on her lips.

oki doki so thnks @riku-kaneda for tagging me 20 things about my self im putting random stuf kinda bc i dont know what im doing 

  1. i love stuffed animals and pillows i have so many tht i barely have any flat area on my bed to sleep on 
  2. im hypersomnic and i think the longest i every slept was around 22 hours
  3. i love big dogs 
  4. i once had 5 baby opossums 
  5. i hate drinking water but everytime i drink water i drink too much 
  6. i focking love fruit
  7. i dont know what to tell people what my natural hair color is 
  8. i love snakes but when i see them in dreams im scared
  9. i love to suck cups onto my face and im doing it right now
  10. i have freckles but they have kind of fadded out (they have stated coming back in bc ive been in the sun)
  11. i have no birthmarks (but i do have like moles)
  12. my halloween decoration for last year was a printed out picture of danzo shimura 
  13. my irl middle name is blue
  14. my favorite animal is a wolf
  15. i hate fish its gross but ill eat sushi as long as its with other stuff
  16. i have two heart shaped scars
  17. ive seen a red fox in the wild and im rlly proud abt it 
  18. ive nevr been out of the us
  19. i love the forest and i like spending time there
  20. my first cosplay was of rainbowdash dfghgfd

    i didnt know what to put so .. fuk  but i tag @beyondkun @toxicsludge @tailedbeast @frobin @webicide @gvmzee @watchdogz @evermillion @housecornwell @pokegod @rpgnurse @cran-idos @cl0udywolf @hunibee @ires @tobiramasenju @hellcore @templarsecretweapon @trembled @komaetose  i  dont have time  or rmeber all my other mutuals but if were mutuals @

My MCL HeadCanons

-Castiel is the type that secretly calls his mom when things are going wrong in his life. I can only imagine demon trying to comfort his human when Castiel found out Deborah’s true character and decided to stay home for a while. The day before he returns, he stares at his phone hesitantly before picking it up and dialing his mom and telling her what happened. She always knows the right things to say to for any occasion and this ultimately makes Castiel feel better even if he isn’t all cheery.

-Armin has a secret skin condition. Armin doesn’t like being outside and normally just blames it on video games or his laziness to stay in the house. But what if when he was super young, he used to always watch the other kids play outside with his brother while he could do nothing but stay in the house and find something to do with his time. Being semi allergic to the sun as a kid probably used to seem like torture to armin. He more than likely finds an old gameboy while in the house and from then on, video games have been his go to. He can’t stay out in the sun for too long or he breaks out in a harsh rash. Alexy has never seen the rash so sometimes believes that Armin is lying just to get out of shopping.

-Castiels dad is Asian. When I first saw Castiel, I thought in no way, fashion, or form that Castiel was anything other than a European. But I noticed his eyes seeming smaller and slanted compared to others and thought maybe its just to emphasize his characters personality? So I dismissed the idea UNTIL I saw Castiel parents. His parents were not only gorgeous but HIS DAD. His dad was the check mate for me. Matter of fact, let’s rewind to when I found out Castiel wasn’t a natural red head and that his hair was actually black. At that point I came back to the idea and dismissed it again. But like I said, his dad was the set point. Castiel has to half Asian. He has to be. His dad looks a little Japanese to me specifically because of his really defined facial features especially around the jawline. Castiel probably isn’t that fluent in Japanese but can understand it pretty well, enough to get By.

-Castiels parents come from different ethnic backgrounds and thats why they chose their careers on Airplanes. More than likely they met through their jobs as well.

-Ambers shirt is really something….special xD Leigh specializes in Victorian clothing but when he first opened up his shop, Amber was one of his first customers. Her mom modeled one of his pieces in paris and this is how Amber knows him. She requested a special one of a kind tunic. He tried to explain his issues with it but she offered a nice chunk of money. Enough to afford some fabric for the next couple of months. He accepted and asked what type of fabric would she like for the tunic to be made from. With an attitude, she told him to think of what to use and not make her do all the thinking. Jokingly she added “you’re the expert. You should be able to make even a potato sack look good.” She left and not understanding the type of humor in the city just yet, he took her seriously and used a potato sack for her shirt. She loved it and this is why Leigh made more of them.

-Violette is pansexual. She is so sweet and just seems like the type that wouldnt care for your gender. If she likes you, she likes you.

-Peggy is the person that takes pictures of our illustrations

-Future Candy (about to graduate from sweet amoris) is probably narrating episodes from her diary that has pictures of these illustrations thanks to Peggy (they threw a grad party, and Peggy probably gave them all to her as a grad gift. they are no longer of use to her)

-Nathaniel stays up at night studying comedians and their humor to try and impress candy

-Rosaylas natural hair color is blonde but after meeting amber, she hated the color of her hair and just bleached it all together. (Blonde hair is easier to bleach)

-Castiel learned how to play guitar as a kid from a man that was a regular at their airport. The man used to fly out to do shows but even when the trips were personal, he would bring his guitar just for Castiel. This was Castiels first guitar because the man was getting old and decided to give it to Castiel. His second was a birthday gift for his 13th birthday. An electric guitar that came in the mail. Castiel hadn’t been to the airport in 4 years now since his parents invested in a good baby sitter but he recognized the name. It was the name of the man that taught him how to play. There was a note attached that said “Hey there Castiel. Happy 13th birthday. You’re finally off the clock. Sooner or later you’ll probably take the same path as me start your journey to becoming a musician so I wanted to make sure you got this. Its been two years since I last seen you but not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about our lessons. You gave me a reason to play again and for that I won’t stop. Even after I leave this earth which will be soon. I have about a few more months to go now but I’m still up and kicking. The last thing on my bucket list will be completed once you read this and that is to make sure you get this gift on your 13th birthday. Its been a while since I’ve seen a kid with your spunk kid. Keep it up. Dont kiss no one’s ass. Enjoy the guitar, you deserve it- Lance”

These are a few and I will share more later :)

Thanks @my-candy-ass and irf94
Singer!Jin

So a while ago someone requested a rock star/band AU and this honestly just sounds s o fucking nice I had to do it so to start us off, as he always does, is our beloved cutie with the nicest l ips, Kim Seokjin aka Jin

  • Okay but just thinking about this is so nice I’ve actually talked to my friends about this bc I just need it
  • First I ha v e to do visuals bc I love visuals it’s always fun to think about how they’d dress and style their hair and all of those fun things
  • Just think about this for a second
  • All black!Jin !!!!!!!!!!
  • Jin with the black hair in the Japanese version of Danger now that was some good shit that was so beautiful it’s probably one of my favorite looks on him tbh
  • Messy black hair, tight black jeans, those big black combat type boots and a t-shirt there you go
  • He somehow makes it look really put together and amazing even though it’s literally just a t-shirt and jeans but like Jin’s one of those people that casually makes a cheap t-shirt look like it’s designer
  • His hair is that styled messy look like he does kinda smooth down some parts but he also kinda just runs his hands through his hair a bunch until it does the thing he wants it do
  • Bc I mean have you ever seen Jin with messy hair it’s su ch a beautiful sight I need more of it I need all of it
  • Jin would be the singer
  • I feel like Jin has one of those voices that could carry a lot of emotions but it can also be that perfect soft voice for a slow song but also just a nice voice for verses like I honestly just love his voice s o fucking much
  • He’d lowkey be able to play piano but it’s rare to see him playing it since he prefers being able to interact with the crowd and put his focus onto his vocals
  • But every now and then, the fans get a glimpse at him playing piano in the studio or just when he’s bored bc he’s waiting for someone to come in so he can record
  • He’s on social media a good bit (Instagram king)
  • We all know how beautiful Jin’s selfies are like 10/10 tbh
  • He lo v es talking to fans and goofing around with them like he’s done those things on twitter with the filtered pictures and that’s really fucking cute I love it
  • Lowkey mom of the band like he doesn’t even mean to he just does it naturally
  • “Jungkook get your ass down from there before you break something”
  • “Namjoon put the damn guitar down you already broke one of the string, leave it at that dONT TRY TO FIX IT JUST LEAVE IT”
  • “Everyone wake up or I’m burning all of your toast and hiding the butter”
  • Writes really fucking sweet messages on the fans’ albums when he’s signing them like sometimes they go back with a cute lil inspiring message to read when they’re down, sometimes they go back with a bad joke just bc he’s one of those people that actually makes dad jokes kinda funny bc he just cracks up while telling them
  • Is a total cinnamon roll off stage but then a badass on stage like in between songs he’s just giggling and playing around but then the second the song starts it’s all ni C E
  • Like he just does the thing with the smirk and the look in his eyes but then when it’s a slow song, he just puts so much emotion into it and you can just tell the song means so much to him
  • Like you know when an artist really gets into it and they do the eyebrow furrow and close their eyes and you just kn o w they’re connecting to the song, that’s Jin and it’s so beautiful to watch
  • He would be the type to be dating you long before he started the band like high school sweethearts type of shit so pretty much from day one everyone’s known about you and him since he doesn’t really hide it
  • But he also doesn’t brag about it, he has that balance of hey I’m taken while also not rubbing it into anyone’s face or focusing only on the fact that he’s in a relationship
  • Bc BTS’s music irl has a really beautiful message and band!BTS isn’t any different so Jin also wants people to focus on the actual music itself
  • Plus I see Jin as leaning more towards private when it comes to relationships like every now and then, he’ll post a cute picture of you two together 
  • But when he does post it, people lose their mind bc it’s so cute he’s always so happy around you and they can see it in his eyes
  • They do see a lot of you two in the studio, the occasional snapchat story of you bringing the boys’ food randomly bc you know they’re working so hard
  • There’s also a few pictures that the boys take of you two cuddling up to each other on the couch while Jin writes and those are just adorable everyone loses their shit when those are randomly put up onto the band’s instagram bc he looks so cuddly and cute and honestly Jin just seems like such a good cuddler sigN ME UP
  • There are also a few moments where he confirms the rumors that certain lil love songs are dedicated to you, which makes everyone “awww” and even you get a lil flustered backstage bc that’s so cute it’s too much cuteness for your heart to handle he’s too precious and sweet
  • “This next song is dedicated to my lovely love, I promise tonight I’ll make you that dish you love so much to thank you for giving me the inspiration to write this song”
mm headcanons - how they react to seeing that you own sphynx cats

//yoo so this is my first request and i’m also writing V & Saeran into this and I havent written them before so i apologize if they seem a bit OOC? hope you like it!! I’m still getting used to all of the mechanics while writing (I only found the bulleted list feature yesterday… i’ve been copying and pasting bullets) and i’m trying to grasp the personality of each character in my writing, but i’m hoping it becomes better in the future. Then, i might go back an add or delete some stuff//

Yoosung:

  • okay so he’s basically going over to your apartment for the first time ever
  • yoosung is kind of nervous because he really likes you and doesn’t want to be too awkward
  • so you welcome him in and give him a sweet ol hug
  • he walks into your living room
  • and he actually SHRIEKS
  • “MC !! WHAT IS THAT!?”
  • he’s actually so alarmed to see this hairless cat just casually resting on the arm of your couch
  • “Don’t be freaked out, he’s actually really sweet.”
  • this boy’s got a natural way with animals so it doesn’t take long for him to become accustomed to your little pal
  • the nugget is snuggling up next to him and just head butting him like “i like you a lot! notice me!” and you just can’t stop smiling like aw aw aw my two favorite people. animals. living creatures? yeah.
  • Yoosung is actually so intrigued by the cat? because apparently they aren’t really hairless, they do have hair, but it’s just very thin.
  • he came here to hang out with you but he can’t stop playing with your damn cat ?? but it’s alright you aren’t jealous because you just love him too much and you’re happy that he’s happy 

Zen:

  • so he’s at your door expecting the next few hours to be filled with cuddles and snacks and a movie
  • but you open the door and you’re like
  • “okay, i know you’re allergic to cats and all, but i’ve kinda got a cat? i’ve been cleaning for the past two hours so there isn’t cat residue (?) anywhere in the living room or the kitchen or the bathroom, and currently he’s in the spare room.”
  • he’s kinda taken aback and his nose just twitches
  • he really likes you though so he tries to stop himself from sneezing so much
  • you guys settle down for your movie (he’s showing you some play about a spicy jalapeno topping?)
  • but kitty made his way out
  • Zen spots him first and his eyes widen
  • “M-MC…” and he just nods to the little fella
  • you put your hand out and stop the lemon headed cat in his tracks, and try to make him shoo, but he only plops down on the other side of the room.
  • you go to get up and take him out with force but Zen stops you, “it’s okay, i just can’t get too close, im sorry.”
  • you’re like “oh i dont mind i just don’t want him to bother you”
  • halfway through the movie, Zen asks you, “didn’t they have those types of cats in Egypt?” and you just smile because you know he’s wondering and you lose focus of the film, just answering his cat questions, even though he is known for hating them so dearly

Jaehee:

  • tbh jaehee’s pretty cool about it
  • like “oh that’s an interesting cat” and she cocks her head at it but it just paws at her leg cutely and she leans down to pet him
  • and then he starts to lick her and she looks up at you and she’s hesitant but she rubs gently behind its ears
  • “she’s much better than Elizabeth. I must say, I enjoy that there is no hair to be shed.”
  • She actually finds her oddly charming and they get along very well
  • you only feel replaced a little bitit’s so nice to see them bonding because you were nervous Jaehee wouldn’t be fond of your cat because of how she’s always getting dumped with Jumin’s but you are generally fascinated by relationships between humans and animals besides that fact.

Jumin:

  • he says that they aren’t exactly cute, but he enjoys it’s existence
  • he believes that all humans have a cat counter part, and as there are strange humans, there have to be strange cats to complete them
  • it makes him wonder what type of person you really are
  • he does wish she was softer, however, but can’t stop looking at the odd skin
  • stops petting eventually because he doesn’t want Elizabeth to think he’s cheating on her
  • but still keeps taking glances at it from across the room
  • “i’m beginning to feel that you love my cat more than me?”
  • “No, i just… am quite intrigued. It’s a different cat breed. A very different one. But that doesn’t mean I love it more than you. I love you with everything in me. Your cat is simply making me wonder.”
  • “for once, i almost want you to give more love to Elizabeth”


Saeyoung/707:

  • HE SHRIEKS TOO but in a good way
  • “aWWW itzA sOOO cyUTE!1!! MC, YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU HAD A SPHYNX~” 
  • they get together really well and Saeyoung can’t stop blushing because of how extroverted the cat is being towards him
  • “It’s giving it’s attention to me!! Can you believe it, MC?”
  • “She wants your attention, too. She likes you, Saeyoung!”
  • He gasps when you tell them they started being selectively breeded in Canada in the 1960s.
  • “CANADIAN CATS?? I LOVE CANADA! CANADA IS GREAT! I WISH THAT I WAS CANADIAN!!”
  • saeyoung what
  • why
  • w?? what?? im? why? 
  • he shrugs it off and just goes back to playing with your cat and you just do the same because there is never any reasoning behind Saeyoungs’s antics.

V:

  • doesn’t really mind
  • he appreciates all living creatures
  • maybe except mosquitoes but that’s for another time
  • he loves learning about new things, and these cats are one of them
  • he can’t stop asking about their breed and their personalities and their places in history
  • he’s actually very amazed that he is petting one because in his twenty seven years, he’s heard of these cats and seen pictures of them, but it’s very weird having one nestling into his side
  • thinks is also very amazing that they’re such social creatures? like that’s why you have two of them because when you aren’t home, they just goof around with each other

Saeran:

  • so he walks in kinda quietly as usual bc he isn’t really comfortable yet
  • he sees your cat in the corner and just
  • “why is he looking at me like that?”
  • then another comes out
  • “do they not like me? why are they staring with blood shed in their eyes?”
  • “they don’t not like you, Saeran. they’re usually very friendly with strangers, they just want to see who you are.”
  • “go away, you wrinkly lemons!”
  • “Saeran, be nice!”
  • like when two really similar people meet through a mutual friend but are just both kinda awkward and nothing gets started so one has to take the lead and no surprise it’s actually the cat
  • he sighs and leans down to pet one of them
  • and?? “THEY’RE SO WARM??“
  • he learns to love how they seem to want his attention
  • Saeran playing with kitties the cutest thing just imagine it : : : : : :
  • you have now been blessed

February 14th, 2016
11:01 PM

The wallpaper on the homepage of my phone is a picture of you from the perspective of the driver’s seat of a car. You’re sitting in the passenger seat without your shirt on after a day at the beach. There’s a ray of sunshine from the back window of the car gleaming across your left arm and another creating a flare on your back. Your hair is messy and natural. The light is hitting the back of your ear in such a way which makes it look almost transparent. The seatbelt is being pulled by the slight forward slouch of your body. Both of your arms are slumped over your knees and your hands are hanging effortlessly. If you look to left of the picture, where the rear-view mirror of the car is, you can see the top of your head in the reflection; there is a little tuff of hair sticking up on the back of your head that is noticeable only if you look in that mirror. The sun is creating beautiful outlined shadows of the muscles under your skin on the left side of your body. And lastly, you are giving the camera such a look that I swear could convince anyone that you are staring right through them. Your eyebrows are just slightly furrowed because of the sun in your eyes. Your jawline is being exaggerated by the sun and even the part of your jaw you always clench is visible because of the lighting. Your lips remain relaxed and unwavered by any flexing of their muscles; they are in their most tranquil state. You can perfectly see the freckle that resides on the left side of your chin and your eyes are radiating authenticity. This is everything I get to see when I unlock my phone. Today I did just that while an old man was standing behind me and he just so happened to catch a glimpse of that picture before I locked it again. He did not hesitate to ask me, very frankly: “Who is that?” I glanced back at him and asked who was who. The old man pointed to my phone in my hand. “The boy in your phone,” he said. I felt my hands start to sweat and my heart begin to pound in my chest. A nervous smile crept upon my lips as I frantically looked from the old man to my phone. “Oh, him?” - I looked at the picture of you- “He’s no one, he’s just a boy,” I lied, with anxious laugh. The old man just smiled at me and patted me on the shoulder, as an old woman became curious, as well. She repeated the old man’s question, but with more tenacity in her voice, and then told me to show her the picture of you. And so, I did. Her response was expected as she let out her ooh’s and ahh’s, like most old women do. She asked me yet again who you were and I replied in the same way I did to the old man. Oh, how desperately I wanted to tell them, ever so nonchalantly: “He’s the love of my life.” The old woman’s curiosity spread like a virus as two other women joined the conversation. They were middle-aged and baggered me with questions. You had brought in the attention of four other human beings. I answered all of their questions the same way in my panicked attempt to get out of the situation. Your picture was on display like a famous piece of art in a museum while all four of them united their brains in pure determination to find out the story behind the picture. My body was stressed out and my mind was flustered with thoughts, until the old woman said: “Well, obviously, she’s the one driving.” I suddenly stopped and it was as if I went deaf. The world paused. I was now in the diver’s seat of the car, taking the picture of you. The aura of the scene was golden from the sun and you could see occasional glints of sunshine reflecting off of the waves of the ocean in the backround. You were looking away from the camera, fussing with something to your right, and I was looking at you through the lens. I giggled to myself at you and you turned to look at me. In a split second, I snapped the picture and captured you in that raw moment. Then I blinked and I was back to the reality of four people around me, theorizing this photo. I looked at the old woman, who appeared to be blurry and smudged because of the tears in my glossy eyes, and I shook my head. “I wasn’t driving. He’s just a boy. This is simply a photo of just a boy.” The four of them looked at eachother in confusion and left it alone. I remained where I stood, stunned, before quickly walking away. I felt like I’d just been gunned down. Somehow my subconscious was taken to a scene of the photo in which was purely fictional. It felt like what I imagine it feels like when your brain replays your whole life like a mini-film in the moments before you die. I dont think humans are supposed to be able to do that until those final moments. Now I am haunted by the fictional scenario I created between me and you, with every glance I take at that picture. You would think I’d simply change my wallpaper but I cannot, because the boy in my phone isn’t just a boy, but a boy I’m in love with, yet a boy who doesn’t know I exist.

I cant help it, you're so sexy... (Swazz)

“Y/n come take shots with us!” i heard my bestfriend john yell from behind me as I’m walking up the stairs to my bedroom. Him and his friend Nate came over here to ‘comfort’ me because i had just been stood up on a date. The first time in a while i decide i like and guy and this is how it ends. Its bullshit really.

“Y/n!!” John calls my name obviously annoyed that i didn’t answer him.

“You cant just go hide in your room. You’re all dressed up. You look to pretty to let this guy get you upset.” Nate says to me and that pisses me off.

“Nate you set me up with this asshole, you made me believe that he was a nice guy and that i could trust him. I actually kinda liked him and to see that he ignored me all night to go to a party is bullshit. At the moment your getting blamed for this so i dont wanna here your mouth.” i say with attitude thick in my tone.

As i turn around back up the stairs i hear john whisper to him “why you say that you dick” and nate replies with an “ouch”. So im guessing swazz hit him. When i reach my room i hear him running up the stairs and i roll my eyes to myself. I speak first as he enters my room.

“Y/n Nate honestly didnt know this guy was going to do this. I told him that i didnt trust that guy at all but he promised everything would be okay. I will take care of them both for hurting you at a later date, but right now i want you to come back down with me and have some fun. You shouldn’t be bummed out. Your way to good for him and there are better guys for you.” he says coming up to me and wiping a tear that has fell from my face.

I turn away from him. I suck up my tears and put my emotions in check. “You’re better than this y/n” i tell myself. This guy was nothing to me. Im more bummed about the fact that i let someone in and was stupid enough to believe their bullshit.

I turn back around and john has a questioning look on his face. Obviously i said that out loud.

“Lets go have some shots!” i say being over enthusiastic.

John wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up, spinning in a circle.

“Thats my girl!” he says to me.

“Just out put me down alright!” i laugh out to him.

—–


3 hours and many shots later im standing in my basement playing beer pong against Nate as swazz cheers me on. I promised Nate i would beat him as pay back for setting me up with that dick.
I just didnt know i would actually beat him. The ball bounces into his last cup and i still have 5 cups remaining.

“Damn y/n your really good at this. I cant believe you fucking beat Nate!” swazz says as he hugs me tightly.

“Its only because i was already drunk when we started.” Nate states trying to makeup an excuse for his lost.

“Take your L Nate!” swazz says back to him still standing with me in his arm.

“Well I’m about to take a uber home before i pass out in this basement” Nate says to us pulling his phone out of bis pocket. “Swazz you coming. I’ll be back to pick up my car when I’m sober.”

“No go ahead, i think im just gunna crash here if its cool with you. I can dive your car home in the morning.” john says looking down at me for a answer.

“Of course its fine with me.” i say.

“Alright, im out then. Y/n sorry for what happened with that guy. I really though he was an okay guy.” Nate says and hugs me goodbye.

“Dont stress it Nate, and I’m sorry for being rude earlier. I cant blame you for what he did.”

“Well thanks. And i want a rematch on that beer pong game one day.”

“I’ll play you again but ill still beat you.” i say back in a cocky but joking tone.

“Yea we’ll see about that. Peace out guys he says as hes walking out.

John still has his arm around my waist, he pulls me into his chest and we just stand there hugging each other tightly. I’m buzzed, no okay I’m drunk and the small circles swazz is drawing on my lower back along with his hot breath on my neck from his head being tucked there feels too good and i pull back from the hug.

“What was that for.” i ask swazz and he has a big grin on his face. He just as drunk as i am.

“I love your hugs. You’re warm and cozy.” he says to me and i hide my blush behind the hair that has fell in front of my face. He moves my hair and looks at me deep in my eyes. I laugh at him trying to be serious and he gets visibly aggravated with me. Rolling his eyes he grabs my hand and leads me upstairs to my bathroom.

“Find whatever product or wipe thingy you need and take off your makeup please. You have such a natural beauty you shouldn’t cover it up.” he says to me being more serious then he was before. Something is telling me that he isnt playing right now and i dont know what hes up to so i decide to just give him what he wants and i remove my makeup. After i took off my makeup and changed into comfy clothes I wait downstairs in the living room and pick out a movie and wait for swazz as he makes something for him to eat. The boy never stops eating. “Sweat pants, hair tied, chillin with no make up on. Thats when your the prettiest i hope that you dont take it wrong.” he signs as he walks into the room and sees me. “John stop being so corny!” i tell him and slap him on the arm playfully when he sits next to me. “I only speak the truth baby.” he says to me and even though the nickname stirs something inside of me i brush it off knowing he’s just paying with me. I’ve always had a small crush on him. I just kept it to myslef because we are good friends and i never wanted to make anything awkward between us. John eats finishes his food and sits back next to me on the couch. He throws his arm around my shoulders and i relax into his side. He picks out a scary movie ems i spend the entire time with my head tucked into his neck. Neither of us minding being so close to each other. Swazz is drawing patterns on my back again while messaging me. Each time his hands make a move it just works me up more and more. Soon im squirming lightly in his arms from the pleasure. Everything i feel right now is so overwhelming. I look up and him and he smashes his lips to mine. Kissing me passionately. I straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. His hands are messaging my sides, which is my weakness. His mouth moves to my neck and i let out s loud moan. “Fuck john. Your not playing fair.” I’m so worked up by this point and he knows it. He knows what his little games are doing to me and he continues to tease me. “I cant help it babygirl, you’re so sexy” he says to me in a sexy deep voice. He picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist, carrying me to my room. He sits me down on the edge of my bed and the roles have now changed and I’m the one kissing on his neck. “Y/n your drunk, i think we should slow down. I don’t want to do this if you’ll wake up and regret it.” he says to me but all i hear is him trying to back out of this and its too late for that now. “I want you” i whisper to him in his ear. “You have teased me to the point of no return john. Im not drunk on alcohol anymore, im drunk on you. I say to him playing with the baby hairs on the back of his neck. “Fuck it” he says and smashes his lips to mine. His hands roam all over my body. I pull off his shirt and he does the same to me. His pulls the cups of my bra down and his mouth goes to one of my nipples teasing and sucking it. His hands go to my shorts and i help him pull them off of me. He switches to my other nipple and his hand start to palm my clit over my underwear. “John please. Stop teasing me. I’ve had enough. I want you.” i tell him, hoping he’ll finally get the hint. He undresses us both the rest of the way till were both naked. He lays on top of me, between his legs and i can feel his cock growing harder as he kisses me. He raises hi hips and i think he’s about to enter me but he doesn’t. He thrust down only hard enough for him to rub against my clit, and he continues to do this at a slow pace. I grab him and start to rub him teasingly. Just like he’s doing to me. He’s moaning and breathing heavily and without warning i slowly push his cock into me. Once he realises what I’m doing he takes control and pushes the rest of the way in until his hips meet mine and hes deep inside of me. I moan out at the feeling of him inside of me. Hes bigger then i though. He pulls out slowly and pushes back in fast and deep and i cry out his name. “Ohh john, fuck you feel amazing” i tell him “God Your so tight baby.” john says to me. His thrust are deep and fast. I feel myself approaching my high quickly. Jonh lifts my knees so he’s thrusting at my gspot every time. I moan out his name as i cum. Rocking my hips continuing to ride out my orgasm and to push his out. John pulls out and cums on my stomach. His still hard dick laying on my abdomen surrounded by his cum. I find it oddly sexy. John grabs his phone and takes a picture of us. “What are you doing!” i ask him annoyed. Trying to take his phone from him. He shows me the picture and tells me to calm down. “Its only from the waist down and you can see any of your private parts only mine.” “Fine but you better send it to me.” He kisses my forehead and says “damn your kinky. I didn’t expect you to agree with me” “Hey its a memory right. Plus that’s kind of sexy.” i say and blush at him. Not hiding it this time. He cleans us up and pulls the blanket over our naked body’s. He pulls me into his arms and starts to talk “Thank you for tonight y/n. It was amazing. I like you a lot. I do. Im glad that guy stood you up and that i finally got to show you how a real man should treat you.” Im exhausted and i can barely comprehend what he’s telling me. “Can we talk in the morning please.” i ask him planning on continuing this conversation in the morning because right now im thinking i might have picked the wrong guy to take me out and now the right one is laying in my bed. “Of corse, but i wont let you forget. This is important.” he “ i wont forget swazz” “Promise?” “I promise” He kisses my forehead and says “goodnight baby” A/n: this was rushed and unplanned but i hope its still amazing. ✊

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79 with anyone :)

Your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as you drove, almost as if you were on autopilot as your mind drowned in thoughts. It was the end of your week, now in the midst of what should be a relieving drive home. But it was the week before payday and you were busy doing the math in your head to determine if you could spoil yourself and get a McDonald’s for dinner, a far more exciting option than the soul crushing meal for one you had in the freezer of your tiny - or as you preferred to call it cosy - apartment or if that would be unnecessary spending of some of the last 20 or so you had in your account til the next weekend. However, you never got to make the final decision as the sound of sirens and the flashing of lights that could only belong to a police car dragged you from your inner dilemma. Cursing under your breath, you pulled to the side and rolled your window down in preparation as you scolded yourself for not paying attention. Had you been speeding? The road was empty so maybe you had seen no use in sticking exactly to the limit. Did they think you were drunk? You snorted to yourself, as if you could afford a drink at this point of your financial month. Did you hit something? You gasped at the thought, arguing once again within yourself as you tried to assure the irrational part of you that probably wasn’t the case.

“We have got to stop meeting like this.” A familiar voice interrupted you from your conscience sentencing you to a life of guilt for hitting some defenceless animal, eyes wide as you turned to see the owner leaning down, elbows resting on where your car window would be if it were up.

“Officer!” You quipped enthusiastically, shooting a wide smile to the dark haired police officer now leaning against your car, recognising his face instantly. This wasn’t your first run in with him. “Fancy seeing you here!”

Almost as if he was on your exact same wavelength, he mirrored your smile as he began to count something on his fingers. “I do believe this is the third time I’ve saved your life!”   Calum smirked. You didn’t miss the shape of his lips as he teased you, any feelings of anxiety due to being pulled over evaporating instantly into the crisp autumn air, for some reason finding yourself oblivious to the fact that you’d been pulled over at all as your disposition changed to how it would be if you were face to face with a friend.

Looking around you dramatically, you gestured to the deserted road, confusion prominent on your face. “Please, do explain just how you’ve come to that conclusion because I’m pretty sure it’s incorrect.” You challenged, raising an eyebrow in emphasis.

“Gladly.” He grinned, calling your bluff. “The first, was when you almost fell to your young and tragic death down that manhole.” He’d been on duty early that morning, two maybe three weeks ago, directing traffic around emergency road works. It wasn’t his favourite part of the job, but needs must. Yawning deeply, he’d been waving on the oncoming traffic, merely nodding in acknowledgement to any beeping horns or obscene gestures thrown his way from frustrated drivers. As if he was anymore thrilled than they were about being dragged from his bed at 7am to fill in for a traffic light. He prided himself on being professional in his line of work, but it wasn’t the most challenging or entertaining of tasks which is how he’d justified himself a lingering glance when his eyes fell upon you. 

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Head Down Low (Seven)

Summary: Dan isn’t right. He’s not like most of the others, he’s not genetically pure. He has no destined path, he has nothing going for him in life. He’ll be lucky to get himself a job in a fast food kitchen, and everyone looks down on him like he’s a piece of dirt stuck at the bottom of their shoe. Except one person: Phil Lester.

Warnings: Non-con/dubcon, later consensual sex, mentions of depression and low self-esteem, references to ocd, references to ptsd

A/N: this update is a little late, but dont worry bc there’ll still be an update on saturday too! 

Last Chapter || Masterpost || AO3 link

Phil’s really not sure about this.

He never is, actually, thinking about it. There are very few things he’s done in his life that he thinks were good decisions, which has hampered his belief in his own decision making somewhat.

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ALRIGHT SO APPARENTLY LOTS OF PEOPLE WANT TO SEE HOW I DRAW STUFF??? honestly i’ve never made a tutorial in my life i have no idea how helpful this is gonna be but LETS GO

STEP ONE: Sketch (+brush settings)!! (this pic is after i cleaned it up like a lot. I promise my sketches always start out super messy but i forgot to screenshot that WHOOPS)

-i basically always use a pose ref and it’s SUPER OBVIOUS when i dont bc my anatomy gets all wonky. Also costume ref pics!

-i usually draw the body and clothes on separate layers, starting with the body then drawing the clothes over it then cleaning up/erasing bc it helps me figure out folds and stuff better. basically each color is a different layer rn (pink, purple, blue)

STEP TWO: Lineart

-basically i just merge together my sketch layers (highlight the layers you want to put together + right click + merge layers) then rename and lock it (which allows you to recolor your lineart without getting out of the lines)

-i also picked out the colors i want to use (i re-use color palettes a lot bc im a lazy bum) and put them all on a new layer i named “color”

-I usually have about 3 different tones for each color i want to use (ie: main red, slightly darker red for shadows, darkest red for lineart) and depending on what i’m coloring i might have a slightly lighter tone for highlights (like her hair) 

STEP 3: Basic Colors

-omg this picture is so tiny can you even see what is happening IM SORRY

-anyway i create a new layer for each color section (?) im going to be using

-i also like to color some parts of the lineart where two of the same colors meet i guess?? basically like, i colored the line separating jan’s neck and face dark red as well as her nose and mouth, but i leave the lines that separate the black and red black. does that make any sense at all it probably doesn't 

-im so bad at explaining things im sorry

STEP 4: Shadows!

-UMMMMM so a lot of artists at this point are usually like “now pick ur light source!!!” and stuff like that which………i always forget to do…..i just sort of wing it honestly

-i just put flat shadows wherever i think looks alright 

-im just straight up cell shading basically

STEP 5: Add gradient!

-using the same color you used for the shadows, i put down a gradient (at about 30% opacity) going in the direction of the shadows

-i put highlights in the hair by using the lasso tool and selecting the section i want highlighted and adding a gradient of a light color 

-at this point i realized i forgot about jan’s wings (DUMMY) and i added them in using the same process as i’ve been doing

AND THATS ABOUT IT

-so yeah thats the general process i use to draw stuff

-but i don’t always stick to this? it’s just sort of my default technique bc it comes the most naturally to me but like there’s lots of ways to color so dont take this as a required process!!! 

-if anyone is still reading this unintelligable mess: im so proud of u. ur so strong-willed

Q: How strong is Haise compared to Kaneki?
A:
If you are talking about Sasaki vs Kaneki before time skip, I believe Sasaki is stronger. He is better at controlling his Kagune. If you are talking about Sasaki persona vs Kaneki inside him, then it’s Kaneki, since Sasaki persona can’t even defeat Nishiki.

Q: I think the twins and Kaneki can not regenerate their Kakuhou, because they not were born Ghoul as Rize. What do you think?
A: Kaneki can regenerate his, or else he would be long dead by now.

Q: Just asking your opinion on Sasaki/Keneki’s Rc level. Its stated that his Rc level is 2753 (TGRe Ch2 Page 5), this bugged me abit reading it due to him being one of the most powerful ghouls in the series and I remembered the past conversation Mado and Amon had when they were first investigating together that the average Rc level in a ghoul is between 1000 - 8000 (TG CH29 page 9) So finally my question is do you think Sasken’s Rc level is being suppressed by CCG due to the centipede personality?
A: I’m not sure if his low Rc Cells count is related to him being suppressed by CCG, or it’s an innate nature of being a half ghoul. That part Ishida-sensei still has some explaining left to do, especially in regards of the Rc Cells gate.

Q: Does Touka have feelings for kaneki? Even just a bit? I feel like she does.
A: Yes, I think she does. The more I read TG, the more hints I found. I’ll write a more detailed analysis about this later.

Q: One of my favorite scenes. Thank you for fixing it, I always thought something was off about it. Most translations seemed off for Touka-chan
A: No problem. :3 Yeah, I have no idea why Touka always gets the short end of the stick when it comes to translations. I guess it has to do with how her words can be interpreted differently depending on how you see her.

Q: I dont know know if anyone asked his already… But are we absolutely sure the waitress at Re is Touka? Part of me was wondering if it was Rize because Rize was also last scene with Yomo and Rize has lighter hair than Touka.
A: Rize’s hair is just as dark as Touka in the manga, so I don’t see where you draw that conclusion from. ^^;;; Hair colors change all the time in TG, so I’m not surprised if Touka dyed her hair or wear a wig to match her hair color with Yomo, since she’s posing as his sister.

Q: In the picture of “Amon” in chapter 12 TG:re, one of his arm is not there…
A: I honestly can’t tell whether he has it or not. ;;;

Q: After i see Amon’s appearance at Chapter 124 and Sillhouete from Ghoul that Donnato mentioned at TG:Re chapter 12, I realized that both are holding same Stick (or maybe sword). Does that mean the ghoul that Donnato mentioned is Amon?? What do you think?.. hehe sorry for my bad English. Btw, thanks for running such a great blog ^_^.
A: Yes, I think Donato was referring to Amon. I doubt Donato has any interest in anyone other than his beloved son.

Q: What is your theory as to why Donato kept Amon alive? And do you think he actually cares for Amon?
A: Donato clearly has strong preference of Amon over everyone else in the orphanage, so yes, I believe he really loves Amon despite his ghoul nature.

Q: In chapter 83, while Amon is speaking to Donato in his cell, he advised Amon: “Instead of the white rabbit, pursue Alice. The destination is the same.” What do you think Donato meant by this? Who or what are the white rabbit and Alice?
A: There are many different interpretation of who they represent, but if we go by Amon’s deduction, he thought “Rabbit” is Touka and “Alice” is either Kaneki or Dr.Kanou.

Q: Hey why suzuya still have 2 leg what i know one of his leg get cut didnt it?
A: Most likely prosthetic. Only time will tell what the other leg actually is.

Q: the Tokyo Ghoul Wiki says Eto and Takatsuki is the same person??? is that true? I was looking through Eto’s bio on the wiki :) thank you for your hard work
A: Yes, it’s true

Q: sorry if this sounds crazy but how do ghouls reproduce? like humans? i think i read somewhere they cant be pregnant or something
A: 
Ghouls reproduce just like human. The one that is difficult to get pregnant is humans x ghouls. It’s kinda the same as cross hybrids in real life.

Q: It feels really weird and coincidental that Pierrot and Studio Pierrot are used in TG… Any explanation as to why…? Or just strangely linked together.
A:
They are actually called the Clowns. The Japanese for clown is “piero”, and I think Imperial Scans took the liberty of calling it Pierrot which coincidentally is the studio that animated TG. (Or perhaps Ishida-sensei purposely chose it for the lulz)

Q: I took a glimpse of Saiko’s room and I think I see a poster of Himouto Umaru chan on the wall. Do you think ishida has a love for other manga?
A: Yes. I think so. he made reference to many things, including novels, poetry, games and manga.

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So today (2.26) marks the birthday of one of the first people I connected with in this fandom. Until I read Legend, I had reviewed many fics, but that story was the first time I was also compelled to PM the author and open a dialogue. She wrote me back, and a correspondence was born.

Eighteen months later and I can say I am proud to call this talented woman my friend. I’m humbled to have the chance to work with her, and to be a small part of her creative endeavors. I value her feedback on my work, and I am a better writer for it.

Unfortunately, I am also a flake lately, thanks to some RL crap, and I almost royally fucked up her birthday. I would have been a month late and a story short. So this preview is from an idea that she asked me for months ago. I had started to write it as a one-shot for her birthday when I thought it was in March, but now it’s a full-fledged WIP planned to post after Crash My Party and Windfall wrap.

So, HGRomance, you magical storyteller, here is the start of your Everlark Joshifer fic, Reel Love. You can thank Ro Nordmann for the ridiculously gorgeous banner. Happy, happy birthday, you star.

Thank you to iLoVeRynMar and streetlightlove for holding my hand as I planned this out.

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