Hi my name is Shaolin Fantastic and I have a pristine pair of red pumas (that’s how I got my recognition) with white accents and a real life samurai sword that I got for a discount and a lot of people tell me I look like Grandmaster Flash (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Zeke Figuero but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m also a DJ, and I apprentice under Grandmaster Flash where I’m in the third year (I’m seventeen). I’m gay (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly red. For example today I was wearing a red shirt and a matching red hat along with my signature red pumas. I was walking around the Bronx. It was hot and sunny so there was no shade, which I wasn’t very happy about. A lot of Savage Warlords stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
Context: Our party (A Tiefling Bard named Lucky, a Halfling Ranger named Fletcher, a Human Sorcerer named Light, Me [a Half-Elf Druid named Katium], and a human Fighter named Wu [who was out this week], along with one NPC, a Human Paladin) has been tasked by a group of pirates to venture into a waterlogged cave to find their captain, who supposedly had a treasure map and had fallen in through a collapsing roof/floor. They described his figure and wear, which included a classic three-point pirate hat.
DM: You wade through the water into the sandy alcove, and there is a large crab staring back at you from a corner, with a pirate hat on his head. It skitters from side to side clicking its claws.
Lucky (OOC): I squat down and start clicking my hands together like a crab.
DM: You notice that it does imitate you.
Katium (OOC): Does the hat seem like the one the crew described to us?
DM: It does fit the description, but you’re not sure.
Katium (OOC): I’d like to use thorn whip to snatch the hat off his head and bring it over to me.
DM: Roll for an attack.
Katium: *Rolls 21*
DM: The hat gets pulled right between the middle of both of you. If you want to bring it over to you with another thorn whip, roll initiative for the purpose of beating him to it.
Katium: *Rolls 14*
Crab: *Rolls 6*
Lucky (OOC): I would like to intercept in front of the crab as he pulls the hat over.
DM: You and the crab have a side-to-side crab stand-off.
Light: Katium, can you do a speak with animals thing? What if this is the captain?
Katium: Good idea. *Casts Speak with Animals* Can you understand me?
Crab: My hat my hat my hat my hat-what?
Katium: Do you have a name?
Crab: Nope. Never needed one. Gimme my hat back.
Katium: Where did you get it from?
Crab: Floatin’ in the water. Gimme.
Katium: Alright, I’ll hand it over.
Lucky: What’s going on there? Is it the captain?
Katium: Nope. Just a crab. Doesn’t have a name or anything.
Lucky: I want to name him Johnny. *Turns to crab* Can I call you Johnny?
Crab (in crab): Sure. Works for me.
Katium: You can understand him?
DM: Light, you would know that this is an Awakened Crab, so he’s basically a really smart crab that can understand Common.
Katium: Could you help guide us around these caves? We’ll make it worth your while.
Johnny the Crab: Sure. Just let me in on some of the treasure and let me keep the hat.
Eventually we cleared out the rest of the caves, and Johnny decided to stick with us. He’s Lucky’s pet now, and Lucky plans to teach him how to speak Common and sing. So long as Johnny is allowed to keep the hat, which we were happy to agree to.
soft cell: gay. that’s their only trait
duran duran: middle aged woman, twinky gay kid, or a middle aged guy who has a sister
depeche mode: ~sad~, artsy, probably gay, most likely kinky
joy division: does everything for the a e s t h e t i c, highkey depressed
devo or talking heads: weirdo kid who ate paste in elementary school and has to get told to take their hat off in school nearly every day
new order: at some point, wanted to be or was a dj, lowkey depressed
the cure: cries at almost everything and does that trad goth hair style every day
arcadia: gay, not straight
culture club: thinks leg warmers are acceptable
adam and the ants: flamboyant historian, nerdy dad
tears for fears: tries to act like they aren’t broken inside but totally are
i just want a Person™. someone where there is a mutual attraction between the two of us. someone who i can trust wholeheartedly and vent to them on facetime at 3 in the morning. that “sneak out through the window” relationship. someone to sit on a rooftop and observe the night sky with. someone who will get unapologetically drunk and high with me. someone to make love to. to goof around with. to take late night drives with no true destination with. to have a real life cliche trying on weird sunglasses and hats in a movie montage with. to order food in the middle of the night and just pig out with. to foolishly slow dance in the living room with. to travel the world with. someone who understands me. someone to give my whole heart and have it treated kindly for once. just Someone. i think i deserve that
Hello love, could you rec me your favourite 8th year fics on ao3?
Hello yourself! YES, I can absolutely do this and honestly I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life. I am OBSESSED with 8th year fics and I hope I can recommend at least a few you haven’t read already! :)
*warning*: This is an Extremely Long List. It is in literally no order because I love all of these fics so much it is as if they are my own children and I couldn’t possibly rank them
Unexpected Consequences by Lauren3210 (39K)- Harry was going back to school. He was going to play Quidditch, sleep in lessons, hang out with his friends, and generally just enjoy being a kid for a change. And he was also going to do it while being bonded with Malfoy, because apparently life was just going to continue throwing curveballs at him. Harry didn’t know why he expected anything different. This is one of the first fics I ever read and I still remember it clearly; it was THAT good! As an alternative to Azkaban, Draco is allowed to attend Hogwarts provided he agrees to a bond with Harry that makes him to do whatever Harry says. Naturally, once the feelings start this causes a lot of worrying and angst and klsfhd it’s just really really good! Also did I mention they share a private room? I know I can’t be the only one who lives for that.
Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill (73K)- Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable. Another of the first ever fics I read (and reread!) and MAN IS IT FUCKING AMAZING. The lust starts right from the beginning and there are *lots* of party games and a secret relationship and sweet moments and teaching of patronus charms and *sigh* I just want to go read it again right now!
Lumos by birdsofshore (41.5K)- Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking. FABULOUS fic in which they are roommates and then Draco wanks and then Harry wanks and then Draco and Harry wank at the same time, and then there are feelings!! A thousand times yes.
Strange Bathfellows by Bixgirl1 (27.5K)- It started with a bath. Or a potions accident. Or maybe it started before that, but who can tell anymore.Featuring: Uncomfortable wanking, more comfortable wanking, mutual wanking, bath sharing, inappropriate betting, secret shagging, those secrets at Hogwarts that everyone knows, and oblivious Harry who knows one thing: he’s falling in love. Harry and Draco being forced to share a bath is everything I never knew I needed until I was blessed enough to find this fic. @bixgirl1 has MANY truly ✨FABULOUS✨ eighth year fics (for example Instruction for a Misplaced Slytherin (8.5K) in which Draco teaches Harry about sex and In Evidence of Magical Theory (43.5K), which features forced bonding) and you should definitely read them all, but Strange Bathfellows remains my favorite! :)
JJ and Garcia had been the first to notice the new addition to your wardrobe when you entered the conference room that morning.
“Since when did you start wearing skirts to work?” JJ teased, taking the opportunity since it was just the three of you in the room at the moment.
“And ones that could be considered so scandalous?” Garcia joined in as she prepped the files for the rest of the team members.
“This skirt would only be considered scandalous back in ‘The Scarlet Letter’ times,” you laughed incredulously at your friend’s comments, “And besides, I thought it was cute and would mix up what I usually wear to work.”
“It is very cute,” Garcia confirmed, coming to where you stood and handing you a case file, “And very short.”
Throwing your head back and groaning, you chuckled softly, “The skirt it supposed to be this short!”
Tilting your head back down, you noticed that Spencer had come to enter the conference room, and when his eyes settled on the hot topic of your previous conversation, he swallowed harshly.
JJ and Garcia also noticed this and shared a knowing look between each other as Spencer took his usual seat right next to your usual seat.
“See something you like, Spencer?” Garcia whispered to the blushing man as she handed him a file while you took a seat next to him.
Rolling your eyes, you whispered a silent thank you to the universe when Hotch walked in and immediately began briefing the team.
At one point, Hotch turned his attention to Rossi and you felt Spencer’s hand come to rest on your knee.
“I do like your skirt,” his voice just loud enough for only you to hear.
“Thank you,” your own voice no louder.
“Do you think anyone would notice if we were a little late boarding the plane?” Spencer asked, trailing his hand ever so slightly up your thigh.
“Not at all.”
You prayed that no one noticed the smile you had to bite back or the hickey that would soon come to appear on your neck.
14. Take. It. Off.
“Please tell me that was the last box,” you huffed, taking a seat on the floor next to one of the many cardboard moving boxes placed sporadically around Spencer’s living room.
Nostalgia had struck Spencer after returning from a visit to Las Vegas to see his mother last week, prompting him to bring up the boxes of memories he kept stored in the basement of his apartment.
“There’s only one more,” Spencer assured, sliding a box labeled ‘photo albums’ out of the pathway you had created towards the door, “I’ll go get it and then we can start going through them.”
Humming in agreement, you scanned the boxes that were settled around you, wondering which one Spencer would want to open first when he returned.
Just to your right, the simple Sharpie label of ‘CHESS’ caught your attention the most. Imagining that it was most likely full of vintage chess boards that Spencer had collected over the years, you figured that was a good box to start with.
Standing up from your previous position and tearing back the tape that sealed it shut, you were pleasantly surprised to see a golden baseball hat residing at the top. Picking it up, a smile grew across your lips upon reading the black lettering of “Las Vegas Chess Champion 1989”. The thought of a little eight-year-old Spencer wearing the hat atop a mess of his untamed curls made you giggle before adorning the hat yourself.
As you began to carefully remove the chess boards that the hat had been on top of, you heard Spencer re-enter the apartment and close the door behind him.
“Babe, did you see a box mark—” Spencer stopped in the middle of his question upon seeing the familiar tone of yellow, “Where did you find that?”
“In this box with your chess boards,” your smile drooped, having expected him to be far more excited when seeing the relic.
“I thought I got rid of that,” Spencer swiftly set the box in his hands down and made a move towards you, “Please, take it off.”
“Why would you want to get rid of it?” you dodged his attempt to remove the hat from your head.
“Y/N, please,” Spencer ignored your question, the tone of his voice growing desperate, “Take. It. Off.”
Before you had the chance to respond, Spencer was quick to close the space between you and wrap one arm around you while his free successfully snatched the hat from your head.
Squealing with laughter, you attempted to reach your arm just as high as Spencer’s to retrieve the hat back but settled back onto your feet when you realized your efforts were pointless.
“Alright, fine,” you feigned defeat, placing your forehead against his chest “But, Spence, why did you want to get rid of it in the first place?”
Lowering his extended arm to drop the hat on the sofa besides him, Spencer sighed, “The day after I won the chess tournament, I wore that hat to school, thinking that I was so cool,” his voice drifted off, “And well, we both know how uncool the rest of the high school already thought I was…”
Your heart dropped at Spencer’s explanation for the embarrassment he had in regards to the baseball hat. Even if he had grown past the bullying he had experienced in school, it was obvious that some pain continued to linger.
Glancing down at the hat that was now by your leg, you smiled sadly before picking it up and placing it on Spencer’s head, right where it belonged.
“Well, if it’s any consolation, I bet you looked just as cool then as you do right now.”
And for the first time ever while wearing that hat, Spencer felt proud.
15. Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.
There were a million other places you would have rather been then an overcrowded bar right now. Most nights, you would be partaking in shots with Prentiss or singing a horrible rendition of some Journey song with Garcia and Morgan; but between the silent treatment that Spencer was giving you and the creepy stare you were receiving from a man at the bar, you had had enough of the night.
Pushing your way through the hoard of people on the dance floor, you made your way over to the spot of the bar where Morgan and JJ were stood, both of them ceasing their conversation at your arrival.
“Spencer still refusing to talk to you?” JJ asked sympathetically, being able to see the dejection that still resided on your face from the previous argument that the two of you had.
“Not a single word,” you shook your head, glancing back to see that Spencer was still sitting at the booth you had all chosen when you arrived, his eyes trained on the drink in front of him.
“So I’m just gonna head out,” you motioned towards the exit of the bar, receiving understanding nods from both of the agents.
“You go home and relax,” Morgan stepped forward to give you a hug, “I’m going to try and talk some sense into that boyfriend of yours.”
Lightly laughing for the first time in hours, you bid them both a good night before making your way back through the crowd of people and out of the bars overwhelming atmosphere.
Taking a deep breath of the fresh night air and reaching for your car keys in your purse, the sound of the door slamming caught your attention.
“Hey, there,” the voice was unrecognizable, but when you turned around, you were met with the man who had been staring at you since you entered the bar.
“Hi?” your response came out more as a question than a statement.
“I couldn’t help but notice that you left without the guy you came with,” his breath reeked with vodka as he came to stand closer to you, “And I thought maybe you’d be into leaving with me instead.”
Taking a step back, you scoffed at the complete stranger, “I’m not, at all.”
Sudden anger flashed across the man’s glazed eyes, “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”
Even if you were a trained FBI agent, the man’s threat made your heart race and your palms go clammy.
“Take one more step near her and I will not hesitate to shoot you,” Spencer’s voice rang clear and authoritative through the tense air, taking both you and the man by surprise.
“You don’t even have a gun,” the drunk man snarled, unmoved from his position near you.
Moving the jacket of his suit to reveal that he was in fact still carrying, Spencer spit venom in his words, “Back away from her, now.”
No longer willing to continue harassing you or run the chance of getting shot, the man was quick to practically run past you, in the complete opposite direction of Spencer.
A shaky sigh of relief had barely left your mouth before Spencer had pulled you into his arms, his own body shaking with fear at the idea of what could’ve happened if he had not come to apologize to you.
“Thank you,” you whispered against his chest, “I thought you were mad at me, I didn’t think you would come after me.”
Shaking his head, Spencer tipped his finger under your chin and made you look at him, “I will always come after you, I can’t lose you.”
Pressing a kiss against your forehead, Spencer pulled you into him once more, not yet willing to let you go.
The Author presses the backs of his hands into his eyes and
tries to control his breathing, but he still feels like he’s falling. And it
won’t stop. It won’t go away.
There’s a knock on the door, swift and loud, and Author’s
head shoots up. “The Host was just wondering if Author would like some dinner.”
His voice is so soft and flimsy, nothing like Author’s powerful, commanding
tones. The difference makes the Author sick. What happened to me?
“No. I’ll be fine.” He gets up off the floor and staggers over
to the bed on wobbly legs that feel like lead. He listens as the Host tarries a
moment more outside his door before Host turns and walks away. The Author falls
onto the bed and stares up at the ceiling.
He remembers everything, up until the point where the Author
became the Host. That area is so gray, because can anyone really pinpoint the
exact moment in time when they became someone else?
Author pushes his hands through his hair and feels something
squirm inside his chest, a little parasitic beast of worry and fear but also
excitement. He was in limbo for so long, a strange place between existing and
being forgotten. His change had been so complete that the Author was no longer…
But now he’s back. What could it mean? He falls asleep there
on his back, still wondering what he’s going to do with himself.
Author wakes in a cold sweat in his new room at Ego Inc. The
sun is already shining brightly outside of his window and a glance over at the
digital clock on his desk tells him that he’s slept in again. He throws on
clothes—any will do—combs back his hair, and arrives just as the meeting is
coming to a close.
Bim bumps into him as Author squeezes through the door, and
the TV show host tries to smile and be polite. The Author doesn’t spare him a
second’s glance. That one’s pretty
useless, he thinks until his eyes settle on Dark and Wilford in the middle
of a shouting match. Ah, those are the
ones I want to see.
Author remembers the two big-shots from when they were still
just starting out. Dark in his black hoodies and smudged eyeliner and Wilford with
that ridiculous hat, always with a gun in his hand. Now, at least, the two of
them seem to have matured a bit, but to what intent and purpose? And can they
still be of any use to the Author?
“I’m telling you, the glitch isn’t our biggest problem right
now, Dark!” Wilford’s teeth are bared, and pink glitter winks in the air around
him in a growing cloud. The other Egos make a speedy exit as they see the
impending storm, but the Author stays, just out of the way.
“And I’m telling you that if we don’t find a way to make
sure we can contain him should anything go awry, we’re all going to end up paying
the price! I want those spineless, good-for-nothing Septic Egos to take
responsibility for their pet demon before I tear someone’s head off!” Dark’s
aura whips around him angrily, deflecting off of Wilford’s pink cloud of
glitter until there are literally sparks catching in the air between them.
Author smirks and steps forward. “Boys, boys. Settle down.”
Dark glares over at him. “And just what does our second biggest problem want?”
Author smiles and shrugs his shoulders. “Why, I want my own
space in the building, of course.”
Wilford raises an eyebrow. “What makes you think that you
“Oh, please. That would-be hero gets a whole floor to
himself. All I’m asking for is my cabin, here in the Inc. I know that the two
of you could manage it.” Author’s eyes flick to Dark. “And one of you owes me
Dark stiffens. “I don’t owe you anything.”
“Alright then, you owe the Host,” Author concedes, “but
since he’s not smart enough to collect, I’d be happy to do it for him.” Author
grins and taps a finger to his chin. “I think that’s only fair for being
brought back into this circus? Don’t you think?”
Wilford and Dark share a glance before Wilford pointedly
says, “Told you the glitch was the least of our worries.”
Tagging: @arlaina28 because she gave me the confidence to post this lol
Words: 1,403 Warnings: None (I’m starting off clean for this fandom lol)
“Hey! Here’s the list,” Mei shoves a paper in your face as
soon as you walk through the door.
“The list? What list?” you ask, completely ignoring the
paper and walking around her to get to the nearest chair. You trained yourself
pretty hard this morning and nearly pushed yourself past your limit. All you
cared about was going back to bed as soon as possible.
Mei makes a face at you as you sit down with a groan. “The
list of movies we have to choose from for movie night, remember?” She shoves
the paper in your face again and you finally take it, your eyes scanning it
quickly. “Movie night!”
“Oh,” you say nonchalantly. You had forgotten that every
other Friday you all had a movie night to unwind and just enjoy each other’s
Headcanons - Kissing Inquisition Members (friendship):
-Dorian arches his eyebrow and grins “Well, that was unexpected. You know, in Tevinter we prefer shooting spells, as a sign of affection. But I think your method is not so bad.” and he kisses you back, your laughters echoing in all the rotunda.
- Varric is surprised and not a little, by the quick peck on his cheek during a Wicked Grace match “Your Inquisitorialness, your cards must be very bad if you have to use your charm!”. But he smiles, not a grin a proper smile, and shakes his head, patting on your arm “Your turn.”.
- Cassandra blushes “That was…?Well, I suppose I should thank you.”. She clears her throat, shifting a little, but then she smiles “You’re really an unusual person, I’m glad I can call you my friend.
- Vivienne looks at you, sternly “And what was that, my dear?”. She sighs, shooing you away with a delicate movement of her hand, and she sits again on her sofa, a heavy volume already open, the only witness of the sincere smile which blooms on her face.
- The Iron Bull roars a laughter and puts his arm on your shoulders, giving you at the same time a huge cup of… something, and squeezing you almost painfully “Well ,thank you, boss! Here, have a toast with us!”. He grinns at you and drags you with him in the centre of the tavern.
- Sera freaks out loudly, at the beginning “Oy, you, what was that?”. She grumbles about strange people who do even stranger things, and she threatens you lightly, before admitting that maybe that wasn’t so bad, after all.
- Cole is surprised, he asks and answers alone “Why?…I see, a fixed point in the middle of the crowd, unseen yet essential, so young despite everything. People sometimes don’t remember, but you wanted to say thank you.”. A brief pause, looking at the Inquisitor from under his hat, with something very close to a smile “You’re welcome.”.
- Blackwall grunts something that could be a laugh or a surprised curse, but when you look at him he laughs openly “Didn’t the beard sting you? Well, then, thank you, it was a nice thing.”. He smiles again, shaking fondly his head and murmuring something to himself.
- Solas looks at the Inquisitor, touching his cheek with painted fingers and leaving a green track on his too thin skin “I suppose I should thank you?”. He seems uncertain, even if not displeased, almost if he couldn’t remind the last time someone showed him such a simple and spontaneous affection.
- Cullen seems shocked and for a moment you fear to have dared too much, but he blushes and smiles, rubbing his neck “Uh, thank you, Inquisitor. That was… very kind.”. He smiles again, his shoulders a little more relaxed and his frown gone, leaving behind a soft happiness.
- Josephine giggles openly, touching her cheek “Inquisitor, this is entirely inappropriate!”. But her bright smile betrays the pretended outrage to the etiquette and she asks you if you have time for a cup of coffee. When the beverage arrives, she’s still smiling.
- Leliana steps back, puckered “Inquisitor?”, her voice a strange mix of puzzlement and coldness. But after a moment, a little smile appears and she bows slightly, a silent thanks, her eyes brighter and she looks at you with more tenderness.
10th century. Hogwarts being founded. Only it’s the MIDDLE AGES, and
the houses aren’t about ‘traits’ because people are born into their places, right?
Like Feudal shit and all. And what do we know about Salazar? He’s the one who
made the Sorting Hat, and also supposedly had a big argument with Godric that
led to Salazar leaving, and making this awful chamber and being a Muggle hater
and a blood purist but WHY? It’s before the statute of secrecy and did he really just want to kill
a shit load of people? (Because if he was EVIL evil, then I can’t ship him with
anyone, but if he WASN’T? What if he WASN’T? And history is just….not quite
right? A thousand years is a long time for things to get fuzzy and distorted.)
And what if the houses are really about CLASS and SITUATION, like….
Gryffindor = knights. Ravenclaw = clergy. Slytherin = aristocrats. and
Hufflepuff = serfs/commoners.
And like, Godric is always running off and fighting fucking dragons
and booming with laughter and taking nothing serious ever and Rowena is up in
her fucking tower all the time, and it’s Helga and Salazar who are stuck with
the day to day running of the place, and courses are designed by class.
Could you do an
imagine where the reader is the mad hatter (but gender bent and no Jefferson)
and she ends up on neverland, so Peter finds her and the reader sasses him to
tipping point and threatens her only for her to do the same back but the reader
is crazy and badass Long winded but I don’t see enough imagines with psycho
reader and could you finish it how ever you want? Ty, love your writing! :)
Warning/s: gore, dark/psycho reader
Summary: you’re the mad hatter
note to my sister: stop right there and don’t continue reading. (ignore this note if you aren’t my sis ^_^ )
A cloud of colourful smoke appeared
in the middle of the woods, revealing a girl. The girl was wearing an odd
looking outfit and a top hat. The girl stood up and brushed the dirt off
of her clothes. She ‘tsked’ and shook her head.
“I guess she didn’t liked my present”
she tilted her head remembering what happened earlier.
was the Queen’s birthday and everyone is expected to give her a present. Y/N,
the mad hatter, had an amazing idea on what she was about to give the queen.
She let out a sinister laugh and skipped through the woods, finding the one
thing she needed.
puppy” she whistled and looked around. “Come out, come out wherever you are.” She
cooed and smirked when she sensed something running towards her. A gigantic, terrifying
looking dog came running towards her but she didn’t show any hint of fear.Instead, she took out a large chain and
wrapped it around the dog’s neck, dragging it towards the queen’s castle. At last,
she finally got the thing she needed for the queen’s present.
was wearing the biggest grin as she walked towards the queen’s throne.
do you have for our highness, hatter?” one of the knights asked.
grinned and dragged the gigantic dog in sight, making the knights reach out for
dog?” the queen questioned.
the dog is not the present, your highness. At least not its body.” Y/N laughed
madly as she took out an ax and chopped the dog’s head off making the queen
scream in terror.
head is” Y/N grinned and bowed. The queen glared at her, making her frown.
you like it?” Y/N asked, her eyes twitching.
crazy” one of the knights whispered.
slowly turned her head towards the knight with a sinister smile. She walked
towards him and stopped just a few inches away from him.
I’m not crazy. Just a little bit mad” and then she swung her ax towards the
knight’s head, making it fly far away and stain Y/N’s face with blood. Y/N
turned back to the queen with a sinister smile. “Did you like it, your
queen frowned at her and waved her hands towards her, “I banish you from
Wonderland, Y/N” and with that, Y/N disappeared in a cloud of smoke, taking her
somewhere far away from Wonderland.
Y/N chuckled at the memory and
walked towards the sea. She looked at her reflection and frowned as she saw the
blood splattered on her face.
“That stupid knight.” she reached
for the water and used it to clean her face up. A mermaid suddenly raised from
the water, smirking at Y/N. Y/N tilted her head to the side with amusement.
“Hey there fishy.” Y/N chuckled. The
mermaid hissed at her and tried to grab her hand but failed when Y/N stood up.
“You know, you remind me of this
game called ‘Whac-a-mole’. The mole rises from the hole and you try to hit
them.” Y/N rubbed her chin as if there was a beard there. “Why don’t you call
your friends? I’ll be here, waiting.” Y/N smiled at the mermaid. The mermaid
smirked at her and swam away, calling her fellow mermaids. Y/N took her top hat
off and reached inside it. She took her hand out revealing a mallet. After the
waiting, the mermaids finally arrived and one by one, tried to reach out for
Y/N. Y/N laughed darkly as she watched the mermaids jumped out the water, just
to fall back down.
“I guess I get to play ‘whac-a-siren’
this time” Y/N chuckled as she hit one of the mermaids on the head with the
mallet. The mermaid fell down the water, making the water turn red with
blood. Y/N hit a couple of mermaids before the others dispersed in fear. “Awe.
You guys are no fun!” Y/N pouted as she stared at the now red sea.
“That’s quite a show, love” a boy
popped out behind Y/N. Y/N turned around with a smile. “It was fun playing.”
“I’m Peter. Peter Pan” the boy
“Cute” Y/N chuckled. Pan glared at her.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Nothing. Just that I heard a lot about
this ‘Peter Pan’ and I think people overestimated him.” Y/N shrugged.
“Are you insulting me?” Pan squinted
his eyes at Y/N.
“It’s all how you interpret what I’m
saying, love” Y/N mocked him. Pan’s face turned red in anger and he used his
magic on Y/N, making her freeze in place.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to
get on my bad side.” Pan warned.
“Are you threatening me? That’s
cute” Y/N chuckled and freed herself from Pan’s magic.
“How did you do that?” Pan stumbled
back in shock.
Y/N walked towards Pan’s frozen
figure and lightly tilted his chin with her long fingers, making him look at
“I think you’re the one who needs
to stay away from my bad side, love.” Y/N winked,pecked his lips and poofed away, leaving a
confused and amused Pan.
note: there’s not much chemistry in here but wth
if you’re my sister and you just read all that.. fuck off. pls stop stalking my blog. it’s cringy.
How did you style your wig for keith? What products do you use? I just got my first cosplay wig and its a keith wig as you can tell!
Oh god. your first ever wig? to be styled?
first off, look up tutorials on how to put the wig on correctly. Sometimes people aren’t exactly sure and it ends up looking like a funny hat because they didn’t line it up with their hairline and such properly. Wig caps help as well if you don’t have one already
Secondly, my Keith wig was actually very complicated for me to style so its a little hard for me to explain. I’ll try my best though! : I usually clip the sides back and focus on the bangs first. Have as many reference images up as possible!! He has that big clump right in the middle, cut it to slightly longer than you want it and start thinning out the end with either thinning sheers (I highly recommend investing in some if you plan to continue styling wigs) or a pair of scissors held at and angle (and sometimes completely up and down. BE CAREFUL NOT TO HURT YOURSELF!)
never just cut pointed sections in a V . that looks unnatural. here’s a small guide I’ve made before for cutting bangs
Then I cut some layers into the top of the bangs to get the shorter pieces to come down right over-top my eyebrows. To get the volume of the bangs I actually have two strips of foam under the hair to serve as mini bump-its. Make sure to have the clumps that sit right in front of his ears, thin the bottoms just like the large part of the bangs to make it look natural.
the back of mine I actually didn’t cut much but I used a flat iron to flip it out a little more and I have a bobby pin on each side right behind my ears to get the hair to come in a little before flaring out.
These are probably the best references I have right now for you
Like I said, it was actually pretty complicated. I hope I helped at least a little!! good luck!!
Can you imagine a Tomarry Labyrith AU? Like, where Harry lives with his horrible aunt and uncle and escapes reality by reading fiction and acting out scenes in the park with his dog Sirius to cope, where one day a snowy owl that looks suspiciously like Hedwig is watching as Harry pretends to be the good guy in the fairy tale who faces off with the antagonist, but he can never remember the last line (’…and I feel sorry for you.’), and at home Vernon and Petunia force him to cook and clean and most of all take care of his baby cousin (maybe Dudley is less hate-ble as a baby, or maybe it’s Teddy, idk), and so Harry accidentally says the ‘magic word’ to summon the goblin king so he will take the baby away (Morsmordre), and then whoa, look at that snowy owl that just flew through his window and turned into a super hot guy, and it’s The Dark Lord or the Goblin King or Voldemort but NO YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT HARRY ITS A SCARY NAME and he is all suave and shit, and he’s like ‘yep that baby will make a fine goblin/Death Eater monster thing, thanks Harry’, but Harry says ‘wait! No! You can’t just take my cousin like that, i want to go on a whimsical adventure through a maze filled with Riddles and drama and sexual tension so thick I could cut it with a knife!’ so King/Lord/What the fuck ever Voldemort says ‘cool, you have twenty-four hours’ and then they do exactly that. And the castle in the middle is Hogwarts (It even has moving staircases!!) and the obelisque is a ‘Chamber of Secrets’, and Dumbledore could be that guy with the bird-hat thing (Fawkes ofc) and Hoggle could be Griphook and those two obnoxious upside-down card guys are the Weasley twins and basically I am just throwing this prompt out there to the world of tumblr because I have had this idea in my head since I have had ideas in my head and I think someone should write it because I can’t justify writing it atm because life but you should all THINK ABOUT IT !
I’m so sorry this is such a ramble. But one can dream, right?
Summary: When the reader discovers they’re pregnant, they worry about how Ethan will take it.
Pairing(s): Ethan x Reader
Warnings: Probably some swears.
A/N: This is my first post with a specific gender, so I apologise to all my male and non-binary readers. Also, I am not familiar/keen on the idea of pregnancy so if I get some facts wrong then I’m sorry. I REALLY ran away with this one, it was supposed to be about 500 words tops. Oops!
“Shit,” you hissed, staring down at the plastic stick in your hands. “Shit, shit, shit, shit.”
“Y/N, you almost done in there?” Amy called from the other side of the bathroom door.
“I-I’ll be right out.” You hid the pregnancy test behind your back and opened the door, revealing your best friend.
“Hey, you okay?” She asked, grabbing your arm as you tried to escape. “You don’t look too hot.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired, it’s been a long day,” you lied, edging further away from her as she scrutinised you.
Amy crossed her arms and glared at you, her eyes flicking over your form before frowning. “What are you hiding?”
“Nothing, I’m not hiding anything,” you said a little too quickly.
“Bull crap,” Amy snapped. “Tell me what’s going on.”
You sighed in defeat and held out the pregnancy test for her to see. “It’s positive. About three weeks now.”
“Woah,” she breathed. “That’s not what I was expecting.”
“ Me neither. I just- I don’t know what to do.” You fiddled with the white plastic and chewed your lip nervously.
Amy draped an arm around your shoulders gently. “Come on,” she said. “We have a lot to talk about.”