I think sometimes you can learn a lot about a person from their clothing choices, and I’ve always sorta wanted to make some fashion sets ^ ^ So I’m making one for the OC kids, starting with the eldest as usual, Yasha! (He’s probably pre-teen-ish around here, maybe, idk)
Yasha still more or less thinks of himself as a boy (when he can be bothered to think about it at all) but loves flowers, pastels, and anything soft and gentle (in harsh contrast to his blunt as a bludgeon personality). And most importantly, he kinda just really hates wearing pants and underwear, when he can get away with full nudity… He takes the young!Victor flower fairy aesthetic to the next level. He can be very picky about what he wears, and usually prefers expensive but relatively unknown specialty brands. His parents, especially Victor, are more than happy to indulge his tastes.
IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s a Yuri!!! on Ice AU, Yuuri-centric with end-game polyamory in an ABO
setting, Yuuri gets married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami)
and they have OC kids.
Soulmates AU in which Montparnasse has the words “Nice outfit” tattooed on his wrist.
He doesn’t pay much mind to that soulmate business, but he still dresses up to the nines. He’s pretty much the living embodiment of “dress to impress”, but he can’t help thinking “maybe that’s the outfit” from time to time.
Until one day Eponine drags him to a costumed Halloween party he had no intention to go to. Montparnasse is not a costume guy, so he just dresses as badly as he can, because at least he is horrified. And then someone dressed as Shakespeare’s Ophelia post-drowning sees him sulking against a wall and:
During one of my witchy hangouts, a friend taught me how to open a door to the spirit world. “Opening the Veil” is what they called it. Surprisingly, it wasn’t really that difficult for me–it involved creating a bridge to the spirit realm with my own energy and then opening a door to that bridge I created. Since then, I’ve been able to do it again in my room (with a proper circle, of course).
The first time was pretty cool, because you could definitely feel the shift in energy in the room and the presence of said spirits got much stronger.
I’m going to keep practicing it, because I think I have a knack for (possibly) veil manipulation (I am working with spirits, after all). I just gotta be careful and safe, because I don’t want some shit to come after me.
Spirits have been following me around all day. I don’t mind, except the feeling of being watched gets a little annoying after a while. I keep glancing behind my back (even while I’m typing this) because either my companions or some spirits that might have actually come through the door I opened (whoops) are watching me while I write this.
On the note of companions, it’s gotten much easier to communicate with them since then. My brain isn’t going all foggy when I try to understand them, and I can actually have some pretty solid conversations now (though there will always be that nagging in the back of my mind wondering–am I just making all this up?)
I’ll definitely be writing more about them, and about my weird spiritual experiences while I was in New Jersey (let me just say this–where I stayed had a loooot of history (and a lot of spirits)).
Do you know this feeling when you start to fall in love with a character/ship/show/book and everytime you think about it you feel happy and you get butterflies in your belly ?? This feeling is so pure and good ??
I think I’ll never understand that fascination that people have for France, the french language, living in France, being french and speaking french, and etc. We do not spend our days in a café in Paris listening to La vie en rose, drinking wine, eating bread and cheese, smoking expensive cigarette and looking at the passants through our Chanel shades.
Can I just say how much I love this fandom? I may not talk to many people on here but the whole atmosphere here feels so nice and supportive. Like one big family of people who love this weird sakka anime.
I wish you would write a fic where...a reporter asks Ginny if she can confirm the accuracy of the gossip blog tell-alls from Lawson groupies about his dick size...
(omg Rachel. My brain went in approximately 4000 directions with this one, and somehow i didn’t go with the secret dating scenario?? [sidenote: there’s no eyebrow wiggle emoji, but if there were, I would definitely put it in.])
“I’m sorry, what?” Ginny managed not to sputter the question, but it was a close thing. Had she really just heard what she thought she did? Was she dreaming? Did someone spike her water as some ill-advised prank?
The smiling woman just repeated her question, apparently seeing no problem with demanding answers to something like this. “Any truth to rumors about some of your teammates’ endowments?”
Endowments? Was she for real?
This was why Amelia’d told her to never stop for questions outside of scheduled press conferences. Well, lesson fucking learned.
Still, Ginny laughed, awkward and at a loss. “Sorry, they don’t keep me up to date on all their charitable causes,” she hedged, trying to sidle away.