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hello everyone, today I’m bringing you: a Fantastic Beats AU where everything is the same except everyone has a dæmon

disclaimer: this AU is very self-indulgent and I haven’t thought out all details and impracticalities of it, so please don’t nitpick. anyway,

- only witches and wizards are born with dæmons, muggles don’t have them

- a lot of dæmons settle as birds seeing as it’s more convenient form that can follow its human when they travel via flying objects like broomsticks

- both Grindelwald and Graves have large birds of prey as their dæmons; the birds are different, but look similar enough to be mixed up by anyone who doesn’t pay too much attention (this is another reason for Graves to be extremely salty once they find him after the whole Grindelwand infiltration incident; “I can’t believe you fools couldn’t tell one bird from another,” he keeps saying. “Maybe I should summon that Scamander guy back in America and ask him to give you all a few zoology lessons.”)

- Tina’s dæmon is an english setter, Queenie’s is a dove

- Credence’s dæmon is a black cat, for two reasons, one of them being me finding it aesthetically pleasing, and the second is that it’d probably piss Mary Lou off even more because there’s a lot of superstitions around black cats plus all that stuff about them being familiars of witches

- when Credence was a child, and his dæmon could still change its form, it took shape of small animals/birds/insects so that Credence was able to hide it from Mary Lou in his pockets; then it settled as a black cat and Credence started having a really hard time keeping it from Mary Lou’s eyes

- I wasn’t sure about Newt’s dæmon, only knowing that I wanted it to be an animal he can carry around on his shoulder so it’d constantly pick fights with Pickett much to Newt’s agitation; then someone I was discussing this AU with suggested an occamy and I ran with it. maybe it doesn’t exactly fit him personality-wise, but it’s my favourite magical creature so I just kind of. put two of my faves together. personal bias much? why yes, absolutely

- (or, you know, Pickett himself could be Newt’s dæmon instead, now that I think of it; those drawings can be read as either of these two options)

- yes, magical creatures can also be dæmons, because why the hell not; I guess it’s just not that common, and if your dæmon settles as one it’s a sign that you’re most likely an eccentric and unpredictable person (and isn’t that what annoys other people)

okay I’m done and please for the love of god don’t delete this long ass comment

i wish i could do things right and i wish i had motivation to get up

the problem with being such a fan of these boys for so long, is that we know them… we know who they are. we know their body language, their mannerisms, we know when they’re uncomfortable or when they’re genuinely chilled.. it’s just so much more frustrating as the years go on and the lies continue and we get to know them more and more because we can see with our own eyes the lies and the bullshit they say and go through, and we can’t do anything about it. and it keeps happening. and it’s sad. and we’re all tired. but I feel like the more we get to know them, the bigger and more elaborate the lies have to get. it’s just becoming this pathetic fake unrealistic pile of shit and we’re all sitting there going what the actual fuck is going on and how can anyone believe any of this if you’ve been paying any attention for the last 7 years. anyway buy and stream bty

so during my junior year of high school, my first class of the day was chemistry. It was too early in the morning for anyone to really focus, even the teacher; we were all just too groggy. Our lab had these giant windows with a perfect view of the soccer field, and on the other side of the field was like,,,some building where agricultural and animal biology classes were held? They had a donkey and chickens and shitloads of other animals over there

anyway one morning my teacher was lecturing on magnesium or something to that effect (again, we were all too sleepy to really pay attention) and she just paused and looked out the windows and said flatly “there’s a pig running across the soccer field”

we all stumbled to look out the windows and sure enough, there was pig bobbing along as fast as it could, followed by two desperate sprinting agricultural students. they must have caught it because that was the last we heard of that

during my senior year I was an office aide and I brought the ag. students a package that had bright warning labels all over it and it turned out that there was a snake and scorpion inside the box, in separate terrariums

gotta love rural high schools

Langst

Okay so the crew goes to a lot of different planets right and not all of them are safe for humans, as seen in the episodes where they never take off their helmets.

So imagine if on one of these planets there’s a substance that if it were to touch skin it will cause powerful hallucinations. And it’s slow acting too so they won’t know until way later for certain but that something is wrong.

Now obviously they can’t have records of every single planet and how it will affect the humans (for the sake of this lets just imagine Alteans are much less susceptible to these things because of adaptations from political relations with tons of planets over the course of their race’s existence and a more powerful immune system, and so this planet passed the safe for exposure test for Alteans in their records)

so let’s say Lance touches some plant stuff but doesn’t know what it’ll do to him, and it’s been reported as totally safe.

After the mission is finished and a few days have passed Lance starts to see and hear things.

It starts out with quick stuff, things that could be just his imagination. Sometimes it’s just the sound of waves or a laugh. sometimes it’s the wave of a tanned hand in the corner of his eye or a flash of glowing stars on a ceiling. But really he chalks it up to the fact that he’s been thinking of home too much.

Then it starts getting more obvious. Allura turns into an image of his sister while he’s talking to her, the kitchen doesn’t look high tech anymore but like his mothers kitchen.

Shiro’s voice gets deeper until it sounds like his dad’s, when he isn’t paying attention during a conversation it sounds for a full minute like a regular chat with a couple of his family members, and when he tunes back in they suddenly shift back into their own voices and a completely different topic and he ends up having to leave he’s so shaken.

He thinks he’s losing his mind. But he keeps it quiet, cause maybe he’s just not getting enough sleep due to their crazy missions. Humans start hallucinating after what 30 something hours right? So he won’t bother anyone yet. If he’s honest his reality is more like a dream anyway.

It gets to a point where he starts being unable to tell what is real, he once wakes up believing entirely that he’s back in his shared room with his brother until he steps into the hall.

For a full 15 minutes he hears everyone talking in Spanish one morning and he can’t break out of it until Keith claps in front of him. It turns out he’s been replying in Spanish and hadn’t heard a true word that they had said since it started. They were all looking at him like he was out of his mind. He plays it off like he just wasn’t fully awake.

It just keeps getting worse.

Eventually it gets to a point where he gets stuck in a hallucination for a full day and when he comes out of it he’s faced with the rest of the castle members looking panicked and worried at him. It turns out he had been glazed over and almost running into things and speaking in Spanish the whole time, no one could get to him, it was as if he was in another plane of existence.

He only stares at them so sadly because he’d been so convinced by the vision that Voltron was the dream and that he was home. He’d been so happy and it was just cruel to wake up back to where he was billions of light years away from the crystal waters, warm smiles and cozy surroundings that he’d been in just a moment ago.

They force him to tell them what’s happening to him and when he comes clean they scold him for not telling anyone sooner as it could have put them all in danger. What if he’d been on a mission and suddenly couldn’t see his surroundings as he was blinded by these memories?

Immediately after, they take him to the medical bay to scan him for what might have caused this to begin with, and find that it’ll be an easy fix, Coran says its just an adjustment to the pods that he needs and he’ll be fine.

It all happens so fast and then Pidge is preparing the pod to get him back to normal and he just starts backing away from the pods like they’ll hurt him.

Hunk tries to sooth him and get him into the pod but Lance won’t budge. When they see him acting so unreasonable they try using their authority to get him to get into the pod. He just keeps moving away. Eventually all of them are talking to try and get through to him and he just breaks.

He doesn’t want to be treated, to let go of the hallucinations. Sobbing he tries to say that this might be the last time he’ll ever see his family and his home ever again and despite the confusion, the hollowness of knowing it’s not real, it was so nice to see it all again, hear it , and he just can’t let go of it.

How could they take him away from his only means of seeing the ones he loves again?

electronicmusicpizza  asked:

What would you think the phantom thieves would look/act like if they were the opposite gender?

Now this is the stuff I live for lol. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, so thank you for sending this!! ^^ I hope you like it!

Note: Instead of using GIFs, I made collages to try to help with visualization. They’re awful, but I hope they somewhat help. ;A; This will be LONG, so please grab a snack/water!

Edit: Added Akechi!

WARNING: spoilers and mention of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.


Akira:

  • Akira is the same stoic, sassy, and spontaneous person; however, the feminine version’s raven hair is fluffier, and it ends just below her shoulderblades. She’ll usually tie it half-up in a bun, allowing her bangs to fall over her forehead.
  • Glasses of various ebony frames are her go-to accessory; her favorite is the cat-eye, and she only wears them for special occasions.
  • Black tights are always under her skirts/dresses; in addition, she adores classy styles, minimalism, and modesty (think Audrey Hepburn).
  • Akira would rather put more effort into accessorizing; jewelry, shoes, and charms for her carry-on (gifted by her friends) are things she enjoys adorning herself with.
  • As far as makeup goes, she keeps it very minimal and natural. Her routine is composed of foundation, eyeliner, lip balm, and mascara; she’ll also include neutral eyeshadow if she’s feeling up to it.
  • Honestly, she doesn’t even need the mascara since her lashes are so long; one of her quirks is fixing her glasses because her eyelashes bat them if they’re pushed too far up on her nose.
  • Akira still has onyx doe-eyes, and her eyebrow game is so strong that she doesn’t even need to fill them in.
  • The fact that she’s so pale makes it difficult to find foundation, so she opts for moisturizer or BB cream.
  • She twists and plays with her hair quite a bit, too.
  • Her nails are kept natural with a clear top coat; however, she’ll use black nail polish if she’s feeling particularly bold or rebellious (which is usually on calling card days).
  • Akira’s figure is lean, as she doesn’t gain muscle very easily; she’s well-endowed as far as curves, but she’s very discreet about it.
  • She won’t hesitate to call people out when they’re out of line, but she is very sweet and affectionate toward the people she cherishes the most.
  • Although, her concept of affection manifests in the form of incessant teasing and flirting, much to the disdain of her friends.
  • Their reactions are so endearing to her; all of them stutter and blush like fools.
  • Mishima is her favorite to tease because he gets extremely flustered, and she nearly made him faint once.
  • In addition, she’ll do it to Akechi too, and due to his quick thinking he’s the only one that can match Akira’s witty repartee. but if you listen closely you can hear him screaming on the inside
  • Sojiro’s easier on her than her male counterpart.
  • Akira doesn’t pay attention in class at all; alas, she always manages to achieve the top score of her class.
  • Her coffee is laden with sugar and cream because she needs her fix of sugar. She’ll drink it black if she needs a boost, though.
  • She buries her true feelings and opinions deep within her; she believes they are unimportant and a hindrance to her analytical thinking.
  • And… it’s not like anyone would care about what she has to say, anyway. She’s been branded a ‘criminal’, after all…
  • Akira tries very hard to act like a leader for her teammates and project confidence; therefore, she tends to be a perfectionist, and she’ll overwork herself to the point of exhaustion. Morgana’s the only one that knows; that’s why he’s constantly urging her to rest and take care of herself.
  • As Joker, she feels much more free as well as genuinely confidant. Her teammates still scold her for being too reckless and flashy.
  • Her Metaverse outfit is the same, except her pants are slightly more form-fitting and she lets her hair down. She also has star-shaped cuff-links.
  • She’s the embodiment of ‘do it for the vine’, in reality AND the Metaverse.
  • Her intuition is spot-on and she’s very open-minded; as a result, she’s hesitant to make decisions or judgments until she obtains all the facts.
  • She’s a good girl that loves her friends; treat her right.


Ryuji:

  • BOMBSHELL
  • Ryuji’s hairstyle is a layered blonde bob, and the length is usually maintained between her chin and shoulders.
  • She sports an athletic, slim figure since she’s so active, and her legs would make even god weep with how incredible they are.
  • In addition, she’s she shortest in the group. Akira’s taller than her just by a hair. because she fluffs her hair like the cheater she is
  • A six-pack is hidden under her tank top.
  • She’ll abide by the school uniform for girls, but she’ll wear knee-high baseball socks with her signature white Converse high-tops.
  • Grunge is her style, so she adores fashion items such as flannel, combat boots, and beanies. She’s been known to wear fishnets, too.
  • Piercings line her earlobes and her nails are painted black.
  • She doesn’t wear much makeup other than eyeliner and mascara. she looks flawless with or without it hoo girl
  • Ryuji’s hands are always in her pockets, and she leans on walls often.
  • Her posture is far better than her counterpart, but she still has a slight limp.
  • She’s always hungry; she could eat three bowls of ramen and she still wouldn’t be satisfied. let her eat
  • If you look deep inside her carry-on you’ll find her stash of gummies and chocolate. She’ll say it’s for Ann, though.
  • A scowl is typically etched on her face, but when she smiles…
  • She puts the sun to shame. and it makes Akira blush
  • Cursing is an art she is well-versed in, and she’s constantly mouthing off to anyone that tries to pick a fight with her or her friends.
  • However, she has a heart of gold, and she’s actually quite sensitive under her tough exterior. She’s prone to pinning blame on herself, and she’s very insecure despite her energetic disposition.
  • She’s actually quite sharp and observant, but her ‘in-the-moment’ approach to life comes off as ‘stupid’ or ‘careless’ when in fact it’s the opposite.
  • When she’s Skull, she wears a black bandanna over her hair and she wears black knee-high heels similar to Captain Kidd’s (Mary Read?), except Ryuji’s have crimson buckles. Other than that, everything else about her thief garb is the same.
  • She still hates Akechi with the passion of a thousand suns, and she doesn’t see his appeal at all. that’s a lie but she’d sooner die than admit it


Ann:

  • Ann is the tallest out of everyone in the group, and his ashy blonde hair is styled in an undercut because he has to remain trendy for his job as a model. The Thieves love touching his hair because it’s soft and wavy.
  • He has high cheekbones, a prominent jawline, and eyes that contain all the beauty of the sea; it’s no wonder he’s a model. pretty boy
  • His body type is svelte with lean muscle, especially in his biceps. it’s from holding up his game system
  • Ann has a radiant and dazzling smile that could give angels a run for their money.
  • The girls check him out all the time, and he just chuckles as he playfully flicks their foreheads. He’s in no position to judge since he checks them out too, but only when they’re not paying attention.
  • Similar to the female version, he wears scarlet pants, the school’s blazer, and Dr. Martens.
  • During the summer, he wears Converse sneakers, denim skinny jeans, and a crop top with a flannel shirt wrapped around his hips.
  • He loves wearing beanies, too.
  • Ann shares Akira’s fondness for accessorizing, so he wears long necklaces, studded earrings, and bracelets/watches.
  • His wardrobe is 70% fashionable jackets/hoodies and 30% everything else.
  • More often than not, everyone will steal his outerwear, but he doesn’t really mind; he’s very tolerant and forgiving of his friends.
  • He always chews bubblegum in class while he plays games on his phone.
  • If he’s not playing on his phone, he’s raging on his handheld game system or he’s reading comic books.
  • His arms are usually crossed, or he’ll simply stand with one hand on his hip.
  • Ann will lend Ryuji his flannel in exchange for her stash of sweets, even though he already has sweets in his bag. greedy
  • Regarding his love for sweets, he is shameless; the opinions and odd glances of others mean nothing to him, and he’ll boldly order his chocolate crepe with extra whipped cream.
  • In addition to being very charismatic and cheerful, he’s quite lonely at times as well since he’s ostracized for his looks.
  • That’s partially why he’s so loving toward his friends; they looked past his appearance and saw the beautiful heart within.
  • Ann makes the mood of the group, so he attempts to remain optimistic with the hope of motivating them.
  • He’d protect Shiho with his life, and he worries about her on a daily basis.
  • As far as his Phantom Thief outfit goes, it’s now sleeveless and it accentuates his muscles. The cutout for his chest still remains. he kills everyone because he’s so attractive


Yusuke:

  • A living breathing goddess
  • Yusuke fashions her hair in a long, tidy braid. in honor of concept Yusuke
  • Her soft, shiny hair brushes her waist when it’s down, and her bed-head is actually the worst out of the group. Naturally, it looks amazing on her.
  • Yusuke has the best nails HANDS DOWN because she garnishes them with the most lovely nail art. She offers to paint everyone else’s, too.
  • Her sense of style is quite similar to Akira’s: minimal, but elegant. She chooses basic colors (mainly blue or neutral colors), and she’d much rather accessorize.
  • As a matter of fact, her mother left her with the most breathtaking diamond-encrusted earrings that shimmer and dance as they catch the light. Wearing them makes Yusuke feel closer to her mother.
  • She’s typically seen wearing ballet flats, tights, and a skater skirt with a thin belt for the purpose of fastening her keys to it. The color of the clothing is black, aside from her snowy white dress shirt that she tucks into her skirt.
  • Makeup is not included in her routine as she can’t keep up with the expenses, but Yusuke has a certain weakness for liquid eyeliner me too, and she applies it flawlessly.
  • She’s the second tallest of the group, about the same height as Makoto.
  • Her figure is very slender since she can’t afford to eat, and aside from strolling around the city, she doesn’t exercise much. i want to take care of her
  • Grace is in every footstep she takes, and her poise is ethereal.
  • Her skin is as smooth as a baby’s; no one knows how she does it. doctors hate her for it
  • People don’t approach her because she’s so intimidatingly beautiful, plus her reputation as an ‘eccentric’ precedes her.
  • Yusuke seems rather ostentatious and pompous on the outside; on the contrary, she is passionate and humble.
  • Solitude takes its toll on her from time to time, so she unreservedly absorbs herself in painting or sketching without a care for her well-being.
  • Smiling becomes abundantly more common for her after she befriends the Thieves, and whenever she does…
  • Her earrings mysteriously glint, even when there is hardly any light.
  • She initially requested that Ann model for her since he’s unbelievably handsome, but she considers asking Ryuji or Akira because they’re exquisite as well.
  • Yusuke’s soul is drawn to ice cream regardless of gender. reblog if you ship yusuke x ice cream
  • She’s very independent and she refuses to be a burden on others even though she struggles (financially and emotionally).
  • The Thieves offer to pay for her work to alleviate some of her stress, and with a bit of persistence, she accepts; Yusuke earns money, the Thieves receive an OUTSTANDING painting, and it’s a win for everyone.
  • Taking walks with her friends is one of her favorite hobbies, but she’s hesitant to ask since she assumes they have more productive things to do. She asks anyway because she truly enjoys their company.
  • It doesn’t take her long to realize that her friends sincerely reciprocate her affection, and that they value her for who she is rather than what she can offer them.
  • As Fox, she is exceptionally confident, insightful, and quick to make decisions or take initiative when it’s vital.
  • Her sleeves remain puffy; however, her pearly collar is now off-the-shoulder, and a red ribbon is laced in her braid. She also dons a black satin choker.
  • Since the bottom half of her jumpsuit is fluffed around her thighs, she can’t help but wonder if her already wide hips appear even wider. yusuke you’re shdfg gorgeous???


Makoto:

  • sweats
  • Makoto is supremely handsome and he sports a bowl cut. His facial features are keen and his ruby eyes are sharp.
  • In addition, he’s pretty stylish, and his favorite accessories are brimmed hats and simple ties.
  • He wears chocolate lace-up ankle boots with the assigned school pants. An ebony vest is worn over the school’s signature white turtleneck.
  • He actually has quite a fondness for turtlenecks and cardigans. it’s his entire wardrobe
  • Makoto will always remain the mom friend, even as a male.
  • He is extremely protective of his friends, particularly the girls, and he’ll put pads/tampons in his carry-on for their sake. marry me
  • That doesn’t embarrass him in the least, but the Buchimaru pencil case at the bottom of his bag does.
  • Like the female, he’s studious and erudite; most students are intimidated by him because he emanates a fierce air of dignity.
  • However, he feels as though his best never seems to be sufficient enough, and his insecurity is exacerbated further when people compare him to his sister.
  • He adores and respects his sister tremendously; furthermore, he assists her in any way he can, and he secretly works at a part-time job to cover his expenses.
  • Makoto’s slightly more defiant when people order him around, but he ultimately submits because he’s easily guilt-tripped due to his caring and perfectionistic personality.
  • He’s very private since he doesn’t want to burden anyone any further, and the only time he can relax is when he listens to music in his room.
  • He’ll even dance sometimes, and he’s surprisingly talented at it.
  • As King, he is more dominant and tactical. He tends to be quite smug about it, too.
  • His outfit is the same, but everyone was flabbergasted by how muscular he is. His shoulders are very broad, and his spiked shoulder pads complement them well. oh no he’s hot
  • Needless to say, everyone checks him out during battle because that’s when his muscles flex and bulge out of his jumpsuit; furthermore, Fox implores King to model for her, and he just stutters as he breaks out into a sweat.
  • No one comes to his rescue, either.
  • He brings nutritious snacks with him into the Metaverse to keep everyone vigilant.
  • King is the designated piggyback driver, as well as the normal driver. He refuses to do it in public (unless they give him puppy eyes). a god among men


Futaba:

  • Did you mean 707
  • Futaba’s body type and facial structure are quite androgynous, so he’s constantly mistaken for a girl.
  • His fiery hair nearly reaches his waist when it’s down, so he ties it into a bun while keeping his bangs loose.
  • Cutting and maintaining his hair is the least of his problems, especially when he can’t even bring himself to get out of bed most days.
  • The group will brush and braid his hair when they hang out at Leblanc.
  • His face is spotted with freckles.
  • He’s taller than Akira, but shorter than Haru, thus making him the shortest boy.
  • The difference in attire is that he wears ripped skinny jeans rather than shorts, and his boots come up to about mid-calf. He’s a casual punk.
  • His headphones are persistently blasting EDM. same
  • Futaba’s more extroverted as a male; however, his stomach is in knots every time he interacts with people and his mind is reeling with paranoid thoughts.
  • Even online, he’s quite nervous about speaking to people.
  • His brilliance is apparent, though, and he’ll correct others if their information is inaccurate.
  • He’s an encyclopedia in human form, using his copious accumulation of knowledge to answer any question thrown at him.
  • One of his favorite pastimes is hacking into his friends’ computers/phones to send them horribly edited pictures or memes with absolutely zero context. me @ myself
  • Male Futaba is still untidy and snack boxes are littered throughout his room. It drives Makoto insane.
  • Haru is fascinated by his Phoenix action figures, and the two eventually marathon the show together. They’ll randomly recite quotes, too.
  • He’s created several well-known indie games, and a few awful simulators. He made a fox and lobster simulator just for Yusuke. she enjoyed it
  • The Sims is his all-time favorite game, and with the company of Akira and Ryuji, he’ll create the most hideous characters and set them all on fire just for laughs.
  • Speaking of which, Futaba adores making his friends laugh; it makes him feel loved and wanted.
  • He’ll offer tips to Mishima regarding the improvement of the Phan-site out of the kindness of his heart. it’s out of pity
  • They get along quite well, and both of them can and will relentlessly crush anyone at video games.
  • His Oracle outfit is the same, except he clips his bangs out of his face, wears a hood, and he carries snacks in his pockets as well as Necronomicon.
  • Necronomicon ends up cleaning up after him.


Haru:

  • Haru wears bowties and he is unafraid to wear his pink sweater. A dress shirt is underneath, and the collar, along with the sleeves, protrude from his sweater.
  • He abides by the dress code in regard to his trousers; however, he wears black and white oxfords with stars strewn across them. His style is very flamboyant.
  • Like Futaba and Makoto, he lacks piercings.
  • His body type is slim yet fit, thanks to his nutritionist and personal trainer.
  • Haru’s strawberry-blonde hair is kept short and curly; even when it’s unkempt (very rare) it still looks trendy and sleek.
  • BABY FACE
  • DIMPLES
  • He always smells like flowers.
  • Male Haru is no longer engaged, rather, he is threatened and beaten by Sugimura.
  • The abuser harasses him often, stating that he’s going to destroy the Okumura name, and that he’ll use Haru as a puppet before selling him as a slave.
  • Haru’s father is not concerned in the slightest; he simply says that Sugimura is just ‘acting out’.
  • Part of the reason Haru wears such modest clothes is to disguise the bruises.
  • Due to his abuse, he has difficulty placing his trust in others; besides, people only seem to like him when they want something, right?
  • Despite everything, Haru remains very soft-spoken and well-mannered. It’s in his nature.
  • When he’s with his friends, his dimpled cheeks ache from laughing and smiling so much. good
  • He’ll take Yusuke out to luxurious restaurants; they share similar palettes, and it’s an excuse to feed her.
  • He is the one that gives the best hugs, by far.
  • Noir’s attire consists of the same coloring as the female counterpart; the differences are that his vest covers his chest and a rose brooch adorns the upper-left side, his cravat is arranged in the shape of a bow-tie, he sports thigh-high musketeers boots with golden embellishments along the seams/edges, and his puffy purple bloomers are neatly tucked into his shoes. it looks really cool in my head
  • Noir’s inner sadist is revealed; he’s exponentially more dominant and relentless on the battlefield than his female counterpart.
  • He’s also more vocal; he’ll taunt, chuckle, and smirk during the entire confrontation.
  • He really can’t help himself; he just feels so alive and powerful, which is something he doesn’t experience in his daily life.
  • The rest of the Thieves understand and don’t judge him too harshly. since they’re guilty of it too


Akechi:

  • too pretty to be wrong
  • The length of Akechi’s voluminous chestnut hair is maintained between her waist and her hips. Her bangs are always kept loose and they complement her delicate, porcelain face, and she’ll wear a black hairband as an accessory. 
  • In addition, during summer she’ll remove the hairband and adorn her side ponytail with a black ribbon that’s neatly tied into a bow.
  • Akechi dons her typical beige pea-coat and black slacks / gloves; however, she’ll wear sophisticated black heels as opposed to loafers. Her school uniform’s striped bow tie is knotted around her collar.
  • During the summer, she’ll sport a pencil skirt with black tights underneath.
  • Akechi’s typical fashion sense is very chic and sophisticated; she’s fond of skater skirts, pleated high-waist shorts, sleek turtlenecks, collared blouses, and anything remotely trendy. 
  • She hardly wears accessories, save for her golden stud earrings. 
  • Her build is lean yet toned due to exercise and a mostly healthy diet.
  • Akechi has a strict skincare regimen, and her makeup is kept minimal; all she really requires is eyeliner, mascara, and a light BB cream.
  • She’s more bubbly than her male counterpart, yet she still maintains an air of confidence and professionalism.
  • She’s less respected as a detective since her appearance tends to overshadow her accomplishments, and her bond with Sae is more tense due to their competitive natures.
  • Trust comes less easily to the female version of Akechi, so despite her seemingly amicable and civil interactions with Akira, she’s constantly on her guard.
  • When she visits Leblanc in the evening for coffee, she’s extremely hesitant to reveal her complex past to Akira. However, she counters this, convincing herself that the onyx-haired leader isn’t the type to be judgmental.
  • The rest of the Thieves are relatively indifferent to her since she publicly debauched them and their cause.
  • Although she’s never seen eating them in public, Akechi secretly adores sweets, and because Akira knows this she’ll add cream with sugar to Akechi’s coffee.
  • As Crow, Akechi allows a fraction of her facile demeanor to subside, revealing a flamboyant and rather glib personality. She’s easily excitable, too. she’s a huge dork
  • Her thief garb includes a pair of gold-plated olive branches on both sides of her head, partially pinning her hair back.
  • Most of her outfit is consistent with the male version’s except the features are that of a knight, rather than a prince. 
  • Her gold belt forms a V-shape in the front with the gray part of her top flaring out on both sides of her hips in a wing-like shape, ending mid-thigh.
  • The sleeves of Akechi’s arms are more form-fitting in addition to her pants, and her white bootsdecorated with golden adornmentstrail up to her knees; the front of the boots actually cover her knees to function as kneepads.
  • the outfit sounds complicated but it looks really amazing in my head
  • As for Akechi’s alternate garb, it’s the same as the male counterpart’s, and her hair is tucked into a bun underneath the helmet.
  • She’s eerily calm during her boss fights, even when she makes herself psychotic; however, she lashes out on both instances of her defeat since she despises her own weakness.
Game of Thrones Study Moods
  • The Daenerys: studies at home surrounded by cats, helps anyone brave enough to bother them to ask for help, looks like they’re paying attention in class but their notes are all doodles (of dragons mostly), listens to storms for white noise while studying, learns by sheer will power
  • The Tyrion: parties wild the night before exams and somehow aces them anyways, no one ever sees them study????, but stays up all night in the quietest corner of the library and gets stuff done days in advance, doesn’t do hw or participate bc test grades are always good enough
  • The Brienne: reviews material right before the lecture and then as soon as they go home, records lectures to listen to before exams, goes to the gym regularly to relieve stress and anxiety, notes are the typed up and later printed and bound, works hard to help friends pass
  • The Jaime: bothers anyone they see who’s taken the class before for study tips more than they actually study, has the messiest notes no one else can read though they’re willing to share them, accidentally drinks too much coffee and is forced to pull all-nighters against plans
  • The Cersei: best friends with whoever does the grading, never goes to class bc prefers reviewing the textbook, spends most of their time reading random books in cafes or working on a mystery project at a lab, straight up declines to help others, aces everything
  • The Jon Snow: knows nothing!!!!, like nothing!!!, goes to class but doesn’t understand anything, goes to the ta and asks questions and gets no straight answers, goes to prof office hours and maybe understands things a bit more, but really it all comes together when they’re desperately reading the textbook the day before an exam, that “aha” moment constantly saves them
  • The Sansa: constantly trying new study methods, goes to office hours to listen to others’ questions, notes are super meticulous, carries a pocket journal around to jot down questions and such, uses their bujo every day and it’s covered with floral doodles, uses the perfume trick
  • The Arya: initially worked so darn hard but now works smart, does practice problems and old tests to learn, asks upperclassman for advice and lives by it, works alone but in a study group, driven by friendly competition, todo’s are always jotted down on their hand/arm or post its
  • Bonus, The Hodor: Hodor, Hodor Hodor Hodor, Hodor?, Hodor Hodor Hodor, Hodor Hodor, Hodor, Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor!!, jk makes up random acronyms and mnemonics no one else understands, constantly there to help lower classmen
“The Last Unicorn” {Starter Sentences}
  • There are no happy endings because nothing ends. 
  • Why won’t you help me? Why must you always speak in riddles? 
  • It’s a very rare person who is taken for what he truly is. 
  • Where have you been? Where have you been? Damn you! Where have you been? 
  • I like to watch them. They fill me with joy. 
  • Your death sits in that cage, and she hears you.
  • There is nothing I can look at for very long, except the sea. 
  • Shut up, you pretentious kneecap! How’d you like a punch in the eye? 
  • You have let your doom in by the front door, but it will not depart that way! 
  • The last! I knew you were the last! 
  • I know you. If I were blind I’d know what you are. 
  • Look at your fellow legends and tell me what you see. 
  • I can never regret. I can feel sorrow, but it’s not the same thing. 
  • I can feel this body DYING all around me! 
  • That was the real stuff! That was wine! 
  • I give up. Why *is* a raven like a writing desk? 
  • He had me juggling teacups all night long. Teacups! With tea in them! 
  • I was innocent and wise, and full of pain. 
  • Never run from anything immortal; it only attracts their attention. 
  • I’ve never seen anyone like you. Not while I was awake, anyway. 
  • A clock isn’t time; it’s just numbers and springs. Pay it no mind. 
  • Am I truly the last? 
  • But I’m always dreaming, even when I’m awake; it is never finished. 
  • Who am I? Why am I here? What is it that I’m searching for in this strange place, day after day? 
  • You can’t come with us. We’re on a quest! 
  • Drown out my dreams! Keep me from remembering whatever wants me to remember it! 
  • My secrets guard themselves. Will yours do the same? 
  • You never could have freed yourselves alone. I held you.

anonymous asked:

where do you find pictures for your picspam? its always hard for me because i dont want to get steal someones photo and get sued :\

oooh, let’s see the best sources I’ve got for you:

pinterest:

websites:

  • trendhunter: i literally discovered this website about an hour ago. it seems to work really well to find fashion editorials and photoshoots, all you need is to type a theme of what you want and it’ll give you a list of articles. just be aware of the low quality of the pictures, though it does seem to give a link to a better quality along with the source.
  • fashiongonerogue: a lot of people i know on tumblr use this website and tbh it’s probably because it has a lot of great editorials in it with high quality photos.

photographers:

  • doyouspeakfrench (aka fanny latour lambert): i’m always browsing her archives on tumblr for inspiration. probably my favorite photographer ever.
  • petra collins: the best photographer when it comes to “the boredom of teenage girls” and 80′s-ish stuff.
  • brian ziff: i’ve always loved his flowerly gothic work and tbh i needed to check his stuff again cause it had been at least a year since i last saw it and god, it’s looking super great.

my aesthetics blog: baunilla

there’s probably more but that’s all i can remember now. but if you need more especific help don’t be afraid to ask me, i love helping with that kind of stuff since i barely get any help myself lol
and well, about stealing someone’s photo: it’s complicated indeed but i think if you just pay attention to every source and if they mind or not if you use the pictures (or if the picture has no source it’s most likely it won’t even be a problem) it’s already a lot easier for you to make your edits without too much worry. and let’s face it, with the amount of people that use images without asking the owner for permission, it becomes quite hard for anyone to be sued or even to keep track of it lmao. but then that’s a bit of my opinion anyway…

hear me out you guys, lance is Keith's first Smooch ever

-keith is a hermit,, a smol closeted gay boi who was kicked out of school for reasons still uncertain,, who also appears to have had a pretty questionable childhood

-basically my boy Keith hasn’t exactly had the time or emotional availability to really Play The Field

-we haven’t seen lance actively hit on anyone that isn’t female but I’m willing to bet my Bottom Dollar™ that he’s 🅱️isexual asf and he’s also got a Big Honkin Crush on keith,,, hence the rivalry

-Keith is 1002% a pining fool for Lance and the only person who has Any Clue is shiro bc he knows our boy keith better than anyone ok

-anyways

-something Grand happens like idk they take down a giant galra fleet or some shit and everyone is really excited and hugging and cheering

-lance is like Fuq it yolo I like this boy and this is the perfect moment to touch his mouth with my mouth

-so he does

-and it was so fast keith barely even registered before lance had pulled away, still cheering. And he’s having a whole crisis about it bc he’s never smooched a person in his Got Dang Life

-nobody else even really pays it much attention bc they’re so happy and keith is standing there pretty well shooketh

-he’s nervous as fuck but later when everything has calmed down he’s stands outside of lances door for many many Moments waiting in the right one to knock on the other boys door

-just as he raises his hand to knock,,,,, lance opens it

-“I was just about to come see you.”

-keith can basically taste his heart tbh,, a stuttering f00l

-“I- you- I just- you- I mean- we-” he blush

-“I kissed you”

-“you did.” the red paladin is Red

-“no way dude was that your first kiss?”
Lance is basically shockdt aS All fuCk bc keith is genuinely the most stunning creature he has ever laid eyes on and he simply cannot fathom why anyone would ever pass up an opportunity to lock lips with keiTH koGaNe??

-there is a long lOnG silence ok

“Would you like me to be your second? And maybe some more after that?”

-keith faints bc he’s weak and lance is very smooth

-needless to say he takes lance up on his offer when he regains consciousness

Love Me

LOVE ME ( IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANNA DO ) — in which ( Y/N ) and peter have been best friends since middle school despite the fact that she’s constantly been pegged as shy and withdrawn. ever since they entered high school ( Y/N ) has had a small crush on peter, but remains convinced that he’s never seemed to notice because she’s always been lost behind her giant frames

WARNINGS — none !!

WORD COUNT 1.5k

REQUEST — can you do a drabble where the reader is the nervous one and has a huge crush on peter and he sees her one day without her glasses and realizes his feelings

AUTHOR’S NOTE so i don’t wanna get ahead of myself or anything, but honestly y’all i’m super proud of myself for getting this one out in a timely manor. anyways, i hope this drabble lives up to your vision and thank you so much for requesting it ! also if anyone needs me to tag anything, let me know and i’ll be happy to add it to the warnings. !!

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Not Alone

Request: Oh what about a Jhope scenario when he meets a girl who is cheerful but then she got a secret: she was a victim of bullying and things got too much for her and stress and pressure at school. When he was reading her diary, he knows that he will be the hero. Inspired by A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone (maybe)? Thanks! BTW, You Don’t Know Me made me cry a million pieces! ~Queennie

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 2.299

Warnings: mentions of death and self-harm

A/N: this has been in my inbox forever but somehow i needed to write this tonight bc it’s been ages since i wrote about hobi!!! 

I didn’t proof read yet your gurl is too tired for that

ALSO I WANNA THANK YOU GUYS FOR ENJOYING MY WRITINGS SO MUCH AND HELPING ME IMPROVE THANKS TO Y’ALL I SLAYED MY FREAKING WRITING SKILLS MIDTERM AND DONT HAVE TO TAKE THE FINAL EXAM WOOP IM SO HAPPY


“Catch me if you can”, you giggled, turning around and sprinting away from your boyfriend, almost tripping over your own feet as the hill gently curved downwards. Your bare feet ran over the soft grass, head turning every few seconds, laughing at his figure behind you, trying to catch up with your own. Breath hitching in your throat, lungs and heart thumbing in your chest, your laughs echoed through the park before you felt his warm hands wrap around your waist, pulling you down with his falling body. A small scream escaped your lips, followed by laughs as you landed on the ground, his hands catching your fall

“Gotcha”, Hoseok whispered before placing his soft lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. You gently hit his chest, making him grin at you and raise his eyebrows.

“You cheated! You said you’d wait 5 seconds before coming after me!”, you pouted and poked his chest, making him laugh.

“Babe, that’s what I did. You’re just too slow”, he wiggled his eyebrows at you before kissing the tip of your nose and stroking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Pfh yeah that’s what they all say…”, you whispered more to yourself but Hoseok seemed to have heard what you said, rolling off you and bursting into laughter, bringing you close to his chest. You felt his chest vibrate against your again, forming a content smile on your face before stroking his back softly with your hands. 

“I love you (Y/N)”, Hoseok laughed, sitting up and pulling you up with him, as you started picking the grass out of your hair. 

Throwing the bit you had in your hands at him, you grinned. “I know you idiot. I love you, too.”

His smile made butterflies erupt in your stomach and he pouted his lips at you in an attempt to appear cute, only making you laugh. “C’mon let’s go grab some ice cream, it’s too hot to be lying in the sun”, he suggested and stood up, shaking the grass off his pants before offering you his hand.

“Only if you let me pay this time”, you raised your eyebrows at him suggestively and he just grinned at you.

“We’ll see about that”, Hoseok answered as he kissed your temple, engulfing you in a tight hug before walking back to the spot you had left your shoes. He was ready to spent a nice evening with the girl that made his heart burst out of his chest, making him feel like the luckiest boy on Earth.


Hoseok felt his phone vibrate multiple times in his back pocket as he was trying to teach the boys the new choreography he had come up with for the upcoming comeback. He knew that it must be you needing something from him, otherwise you wouldn’t message him during practice, so he signaled the boys a two minute break and got his phone out of his pocket unlocking it in one swift move.

From: (Y/N)♕ ♥

hey

babe

baaaaaabe

babyyyyyyy  [delivered: 11:21am]

hobi

hoseok

jung hoseeeeeooookk [delivered: 11:22am]

He grinned at his phone, making the others look at him smugly.

“Hyung, is it (Y/N) you’re texting?”, Jungkook came up from behind, grinning at him, wiggling his eyebrows at his phone.

“Who else would it be smartass?”, Yoongi jawned from the back of the room, shooting Hoseok a knowing look.

“Why don’t you ever bring her over hyung?”, Taehyung whined, ploppling down next to Hoseok.

“Yeah we’d love to meet the girl that makes our cruel dance teacher stop just to answer her messages”, Jimin laughed and went through his hair with one hand before sipping on his water bottle and throwing it over to Taehyung, who caught it smoothly.

“Guys, stop. We just started going out, I can’t bring her over already. You’ll scare her away”, he rolled his eyes at his band mates but smiling softly at the thought of all of you together. They’d love you, he knew it. You were so cheerful and full of happiness, they couldn’t just not like you. 

“We won’t scare her away, what are you talking about! We’re lovable”, Taehyung exclaimed, pushing Jungkook away who was trying to grab the water bottle from his hyung. 

Hoseok huffed and turned to his phone. He heard the others rambling around but his thoughts were with you as he typed his response.

To: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

what’s up baby? :)

Read: 11:28am

Seconds later his phone signaled him your incoming reply.

From: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

i know you’re busy rn but when you have time can you please go to my apartment and check if you see my sketchbook there? it should be somewhere in my bedroom but i forgot it there this morning

i have work until 1 today but class starts at 1:15 so i dont have time to look for it myself…..

you dont have to if you dont have time though!!

His face lit up at your last message. Of course, he’d do that for you. He’d do anything for you, even though he wouldn’t admit that to himself. He’d never admit that he had fallen for you since the day he met you, serving him in the restaurant you worked at. Only two months had passed since then but he felt like he could never let you go again. His heart had wrapped itself around you and wouldn’t be able to let go that easily.

To: (Y/N) ♕ ♥

i’ll be there in 10

As he texted his reply, he got up, stretching one last time before throwing his phone into his bag and started moving towards the door. 

“We’l continue practice later guys. I gotta go”, he waved one quick goodbye before opening the door and stepping into the hall.

“Hoseok got a booty call!”, Jungkook chanted from the inside, everybody else joining in with laughter as Hoseok rolled his eyes at his friends and kept moving. 

He didn’t need a booty call to be by your side. 


Stepping into your bedroom, he let his bag fall onto the ground and started looking around. You had described your sketchbook as a little black booklet but nothing specific on it. So that was what he started looking for. First, he went straight to your desk as one would assume that a sketchbook would be placed there; in the working area of the room. With no results. So he turned around and let his gaze glide over the room, eyes falling onto your bedside table.

Maybe you were one of those who could draw and write the best before going to sleep.

Not thinking much of it, he stepped closer to the drawer, pulling the upper drawer open and - there it was! A black booklet lying on top of blank paper. 

Jackpot. That should be it.  

Hoseok grabbed the little notebook and sat down on your bed, closing the drawer again. Looking at the thing in his hands, he scratched his head.

Should I take a look? Hoseok thought, biting down on his lips.

She’s never shown me any of her drawings… 

“She probably wouldn’t mind, her class sees it too so one more person surely won’t bother her”, with that he opened the booklet, not faced with drawings but text. 

Texts with dates.

Smeared texts with dates.

Hoseok’s eyes went wide but stayed glued to the pages. Endless pages with a small handwriting, smeared at some spots and hastily written in other parts. 

“I wasn’t good enough…. they laughed at me again…. I can’t handle this any longer”

“What the…”, he whispered, opening a random page carefully. His fingers gently stroke over the paper before he started reading.

“Two weeks until school is done. I should be happy. Everybody’s excited for prom, going shopping and preparing for one of the most important days of their lives. Except for me. You know why? You probably already know…. everybody knows. Nobody asked me to be their date. Again. Not even one of the nerds. They’re all ashamed to be seen with me. I’m too gross for them. Too fat. Too ugly. Too dumb. Too shy. Too weird. Too-everything. They know I hurt myself, too. One of the kids at school grabbed me and pushed me against the lockers, accidentally making my sleeves roll up and then they saw. One would think that they’d realize it’s their fault and be shocked or feel guilty or something like that. But you know what they did? They laughed even more. Calling me pathetic. Attention whore. Liar. Stupid. Weak. Encouraging me to cut deeper. One of them said, and I quote “Here, have my razor maybe that one works better. Try it out in the bathtub, that way your parents won’t have to clean up that much of a mess when you finally bleed to death” and everybody laughed. Maybe that’s what I should do. Instead of just hurting myself, just completely disappear. Everyone hates me anyway. I can’t make anyone happy. My teacher scold me every day for not paying attention, my parents are sick of me spending their money, sick of me being their child, I don’t have any friends anymore and basically the whole school wants to see me dead. So why not do it? Why not just cut right through my veins and let all the blood run out?”  

Hoseok felt hot droplets of tears wetting his shirt and pants as sobs erupted through his body. Was this the same (Y/N) he knew today? This couldn’t be the same girl. His girl was cheerful, gloomy and always laughing, making everybody around her happy. How was it possible that she ever felt like this? Thought these horrible things about herself? That she had to go through hell when she was a literal angel?

His breath got caught in his throat as his sobs started to break out more hysterically and coughs shook his whole body.

He had to do something. You needed to know how he felt for you, how he needed you in his life and how you should never have those thoughts again. Never ever. Not as long as he was by your side.


“Hobi?”, you called out into your lighted apartment, softly taking off your shoes in the entrance and looking around. Stepping into your small space, you saw that the light in your bedroom was on, so you slowly walked towards the door.

Pushing it open and peeking inside, you saw Hoseok standing in front of your bed, facing the other way with his hands in his pockets and a small box placed on your bed.

“Hobi, what are you doing here?”, you smiled and entered, making him turn around, smiling at you sadly.

“(Y/N)”, he breathed out and immediately wrapped his arms around your small frame, hugging you tighter than you had ever felt him do before.

“What’s wrong baby?”, you mumbled into his chest, as he was still holding onto you, not seeming to let you go any time soon. Saying you were confused, would be an understatement.

“I prepared something for you”, Hoseok smiled and finally let go, moving you to your bed and signaling to the box.

“What is this for?”, you turned around, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend. Something was fishy about that situation and you wanted to know what was going on. 

Hoseok scratched his neck in embarrassment and dropped his gaze. Stepping closer, you caressed his arm and smiled softly. 

“C’mon, you can tell me”, you tried to encourage him.

He closed his eyes for a second and then his strong gaze met your irritated one. “I read your diary.”

You still didn’t understand and waited for him to continue. When he didn’t say anything else, you asked: “And?”

He took a deep breath and exhaled again. “The entries from your high school times.”

“Oh”, was all you could say before a sad smile spread across your face, eyes blinking fast, trying to avoid the tears to fall out at the memories those words brought back.

“I-I prepared this for you (Y/N), so you know that you don’t ever have to feel like that again. I know that I can’t heal you from those thoughts completely but maybe it helps a little bit?”, he started rushing around the room, handing you the box quickly and opening it for you. Inside you saw multiple notes stacked on top of each other.

“What is this Hoseok?”, you whispered and took one in between you fingers.

“These are reasons why I fell for you. Things I love about you. Things you do that make me smile. Things that make you who you are and more lovable each day we spent together. Basically all ju-”, you cut him off by placing the box on the bed and grabbing his face in between your hands, pressing your lips onto his. Taking Hoseok off guard, it took him a few seconds to realize what was going on before his hands moved to your hips, bringing you closer to him.

As you two parted, he leaned his forehead against yours. “You’re the reason for m smile (Y/N), every day. You can always count on me, no matter what is going on, okay? If you’re not happy, I’m not happy. You make my heart feel warm and my whole body heat up just by glancing at me. You’re not alone, no matter how stony and long this road might be, I’ll be by your side. Always.”

Tears were rolling down your cheeks at his sweet gesture and he started kissing your cheeks, trying to kiss your tears away. Giggling, you slightly pushed him away to look into his eyes and caress his cheek.

“I love you Jung Hoseok”

“I love you more (Y/L/N) (Y/N)”

©jiminelli

My Top 11 + Thoughts

Here’s an unrealistic Top 11 (sorta in order of how much I want them in Top 11):

  1. Kim Jaehwan: Top vocalist for sure. He fits all types of songs. If anyone was doubting Jaehwan’s idol ability, I’m sure he proved them wrong in Sorry Sorry; if they were doubting his high note power, he proved them wrong in Downpour. Thank god he won his group, he was just so amazing. And for a singer, he’s got pretty damn good idol presence. I hope one-pick voting doesn’t hurt him too much, because with what this group looks like, BOI/OIO is going to need him a lot.
  2. Noh Taehyun: Thank GOD Taehyun won dance. He’s so amazing. Choreography genius, dance king, looks so amazing onstage, seems to have such good leadership qualities… and on top of that, he can sing and rap as well. Shape of You really brought out the best in him. If you don’t have him in your Top 11… what are you doing?!
  3. Ong Seongwoo: I love him. He’s such a witty dude who’s been working so hard for so long, and on top of that, he can do EVERYTHING- his singing and dancing are both so great. And he’s really hot. That’s always a plus.
  4. Kang Daniel: What is there to say that others haven’t? He’s not just attractive, he’s good at dancing, he seems really kind, and he’s also stable enough to make A rank.
  5. Ha Sungwoon: STOP SLEEPING ON THE (A-ranked) HOTSHOT BOYS. Sungwoon is a stable, excellent vocalist and dancer. His voice is really nice and his vocals in Downpour made me tear up a little. I’m angry that he didn’t get that many votes, to be honest… and now I’m worried he’ll fall far enough to get eliminated before concept evaluations.
  6. Park Woojin: Amazing stage presence, amazing ability… what’s not to like? His Get Ugly performance made me sweat.
  7. Park Woodam: That Mansae performance had me sold immediately. Amazing, amazing, amazing. My heart hurt for him when he couldn’t select a vocal performance… I hope he doesn’t fall far this week, since he shot up so many ranks last week.
  8. Park Jihoon: I’ve been caught by Wink Boy’s charm! He’s got excellent stage presence and he can dance decently well. Also, wow, he’s so cute! He’d make an amazing center for BOI/OIO.
  9. Jung Sewoon: Wonderful voice, amazing vocalist. One of my faves. After reconsidering, I thought he might be better as an indie soloist, but for now I don’t have that many absolute Top 11 picks and so I’ll leave him in there for now.
  10. Lee Daehwi: Decent at everything. Cute. Not sure what else to say. 
  11. Im Youngmin: This guy’s a good rapper- why not?

Trainees that were just too unrealistic, even for me:

  • Kim Seongri: One of the best vocalists on this show for sure, and yet he’s always slept on. He finally got his moment to shine as main vocalist and then got outshone by Yongguk. I know he’s going to be eliminated- which he doesn’t deserve- but I would just like to mention him. He’s amazing and deserved so much better.
  • Yoon Heeseok: A 6-month Jellyfish trainee who can do lots of things well?! YES. Also, he went from F to B rank! Unfortunately, his screentime hasn’t been great, and his rank has dropped over the weeks, even though he’s always been well-received by the live audience. His presence in Amazing Kiss as well as his decent Call Me Baby performance have really made him a favorite of mine. I’ll be sad to see him go.
  • Takada Kenta: He’s good and seems really cool… unfortunately I don’t think he’s getting anywhere close.
  • Kim Taedong: Hmm… maybe. I don’t know. I hope he doesn’t drop, I’d love to see more from him.
  • Yeo Hwanwoong: Man, I’m sad about him. He’s definitely one of the best dancers on this show. But despite how well he did in Right Round, he only got 3rd. I think he’s going to be eliminated, and I’m not ready for him to go. He’s so good.
  • Woo Jinyoung: He’s good, but no one has noticed him. I’m sad :(

Okay, here’s the part that might get me killed. Trainees that I for sure don’t want in Top 11:

  • Bae Jinyoung: His vocals were pretty weak, despite everyone calling him amazing or whatever. I just don’t think he has what it takes.
  • Joo Haknyeon: Call me what you will for saying this, but the words Haknyeon said to Eunki can’t just be edited THAT maliciously- they can’t pull words from his mouth that he didn’t say himself. He complained about his rank falling and about the choreography that he wasn’t even helping to make- all this to a leader whose rank was more than 25 places below him. And then he won his group when Hwanwoong was so much better! I’m not even going to get into him being “lazy” because I know editing can easily influence that, but anyways… that’s the definition of annoying to me.
  • Kwon Hyunbin: He doesn’t really have any talent. Again, I’m not going to get into the whole “lazy” thing because that’s easily edited, but he really doesn’t have anything at all that would attract me to him as a Top 11 trainee. He’d honestly be better off going back to modeling.
  • Lai Guanlin: I like him, he’s really good-looking, and he clearly works really hard, but there’s too many visual F trainees in the current Top 22. Enough with that, please. (Wouldn’t it be great having 5 male Sohyes in BOI/OIO? /s)
  • Yoo Seonho: I just don’t really feel anything with this guy. He’s good-looking, sure, but I just don’t feel anything there.
  • Park Sungwoo: He’s cool, but it was a little cringey seeing him try to keep up with the dance for Shape of You. Again, we can’t have five people in BOI be male versions of Sohye.

What do you think? Did I forget anyone? (I probably forgot someone, rip.) If you have civil disagreements to voice, I’d be happy to hear them. Hate will be blocked. Most likely no one will pay attention to this post anyways, but since I spent so long finally sorting out who I want in Top 11, discuss it with me! 

You can find me on Twitter at @luxsideris. :) <3 Also, if someone called semisomniac replies to you in the comments of this post, that’s my main account :P

Study Date (iKON Bobby Scenario)

Originally posted by theulzzangsalem

Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Fluff

You were so gorgeous and breathtaking. Everyone agreed but then argued that you were too shy and too much of a ‘nerd’. It was easy to be considered a nerd, though: study, make decent grades, and don’t do the dumb shit every other college-goer does and BAM, you’re labeled a nerd. Every set of jocks had their own nerds in the mix, but it was kept hidden; Bobby was one of them.

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drabble; let me tell you bout my best friend

for @leiascully’s fic challenge “rest”

drabble; pg-13; msr origins (i.e. friendship); FLUFF; set season two, pre-abduction; Scully stays up a little too late solving a case with Mulder.

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Even the solitary light from the fish tank feels a little risky, though his apartment passed so many of the gunmen’s bug sweeps he’s now pretty sure they just wanted to hang out. With a crappy pair of birdwatching binoculars anybody could look in and find them there. Sitting right next to the tank her face is cast in blue and shadows over and looks a little psychedelic. Watching her mouth move around hypersyllabic words like ileus and meconium is a lot like a day trip he took at Oxford. But at this time of night the world itself is also hazy and unreal; this is his time, his realm, the only part of day that brings him a little peace. Normally he spends this time alone. He finds her presence isn’t such a nuisance.

And it’s not as if anyone in the Bureau actually cares anymore. They have been declared Impotent and A Sad Sad Joke. How many times has he showed up in her lecture hall unkempt and uncaring, sporting his hair wild on purpose and miserable eyes, less purposeful but nevertheless useful? He likes upsetting her students, who have all heard plenty of stories about good old Spooky, respectable Dr. Scully’s maniac ex-partner. She would slice and dice and maim the dearly departed and try not to laugh as he hissed at anyone who stopped paying attention and dared looking his way.

When the shitstorm settles he consults her on cases and neglects Agent Krycek like a Christmas puppy. It’s not like there’s anything wrong with Agent Krycek; he’s a shoo in for S.A.C. of some bullshit unit that receives way more funding than the files ever did, what with his penchant for every-inch-of-both-cheeks ass kissing and the size of his biceps. Mulder will only get in his way. He figures he’s saving the kid some pain.

Anyway, Agent Krycek can’t look at macramed intestines and tell him if they appear to be the intricate work of a voodoo priestess. Scully can’t tell him that either, would die before saying such a thing, but it’s way more fun to try and make her.

They’ve been at it for three hours and Mulder is getting to the best part, using polaroids instead of his slides to illustrate – something about colorectal balloon animals in the 1970s – when he turns to find Scully gently tipping forward and nodding her head. Her eyes flutter shut and she slumps over.

He quickly catches her by grabbing her shoulder with one hand and using the other to cup her cheek. “Scully? Hey.” He taps her face twice. “Scully, are you okay?”

Her eyes snap open and she scrambles back into the couch, her wide eyed stare flitting around the room like a sightless moth. When she comes back to herself, she shoots him an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry Mulder,” she says, rubbing at a sore spot on her neck. She winces. “I must have fallen asleep.”

He stares at her oddly. Scully falls asleep anywhere anytime at the drop of a hat or her blood sugar, but she has never, ever done it mid-conversation. Not even that time he talked at her for a straight hour on his own by himself without noticing that she had started taking notes to formulate her responses.

His eyes fall on the clock and it hits him: its’s one o'clock in the goddamn morning. Scully has a new life now, classes to teach and dead bodies to harass and other, lesser units to appease, and she’s spending time with him like nothing has changed. When did he approach her with this case? He can’t remember, only because he hadn’t bothered keeping track. Before lunch, definitely, and they’d been together the entire time after. Scully is effectively splitting herself in two, her life with him and her life without him, and in this realm at this hour she is still his partner and the idea of her at Quantico is an empty threat when he sticks her with all the filing.

“You need to go to bed,” he gently chides, scooping up his polaroids and newspaper clippings and their mugs gone cold on the coffee table.

“Mmm, I think you’re right,” she says around a yawn, stretching and popping her limbs one by one. The sound makes him cringe. “I don’t know if my bed has ever sounded so appealing.”

He’s too caught in his own head to respond with an inappropriate zinger. He places the mugs in his sink, drops the photos back in their file.

“Take the couch,” he says distractedly, tugging on a doorknob. With much effort he’s able to strong arm his way through the tremendous clutter and cardboard-box war zone that is his bedroom without alerting her to how pathetic he is. He nearly breaks his neck slipping on a stack of vintage porno mags, but there in the middle of a decrepit bed frame rests exactly what he’s looking for: a sleeping bag and a stack of extra pillows .

With trademark focus he ignores her protestations and sets up his station, throwing down pillows that will support the weak spots in his spine and unrolling the bag like a good little camper.

“Mulder, seriously. There’s no need for this.” But she’s slurring and her body is so heavy she can’t stay upright. “ I can drive home just fine. Let me make myself some coffee. You’re being ridiculous. This is where you sleep.”

“Just go to bed, Scully,” he tells her. He repeats it when she says no. Time for bed Scully. Get some sleep. I’ll wake you up early. And she eventually does fall asleep, succumbs to the mental exhaustion of arguing with him.

In a fashion that creeps him out a little he stares at her well into deep sleep, propped against the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. He feels tired just looking at her, the yearning to lie down calling to him a little more urgently than he’s used to.

Before he crawls into his bag he stands before her, looking into her slack and open face. It’s crazy and weird and definitely spooky. But this is driving him nuts. He leans down and slowly brushes an errant lock of hair out of her eye. Okay. Good.

Crawling into his bag he understands what’s bogging him down. Dana Scully is not living her double life as his partner, but as his friend. And somewhere along the line he became hers, too.

Mark appreciation Rant

Okay so I’m not sure if you guys have seen or heard what Doyoung had said about Mark on high school rapper, but the over all gist of what he said was “I was mad….they should have treated Mark better.”

I had this same exact feeling.

I was so excited and I anticipated for this episode. We all know the hard work that Mark has put in into preparing for this show. Hell-the kid put himself forward and said he wanted to be on it! He worked so hard-only to fucking walk into that waiting room and have people not treat him with respect.

He walked in and people looked up and looked away. He said that he didn’t expect for a reaction, but overall the way that the fellow contestants that treated him were rude.

The kid was nervous as hell and he seemed so uncomfortable. So now that he’s just waiting another contestant walks in and people seem to take notice and pay attention. No hate of Young B but like what? These kids were bowing and waving and praising and all Mark got was a look up and down? I’m not saying that everyone in that room should have bowed before him but a simple hi would have been nice for him to fucking receive.

Anyways, so when Young B walks in Mark just looks so confused and lost. One of the PD’s ask “anyone recognize anyone else in this room?” And I started to smile hoping someone would acknowledge Mark and his hard work in NCT-but no. They acknowledge Young B. I’m sure as hell Young B equally works just as hard as Mark but I was just so shocked and dumbfounded by the fact that no one in that fucking room said Marks name. Like the kids been in three sub units and is even talked about in k hip hop and they say nothing?!

Then what the PD asks next pisses me off- they ask “who doesn’t know of Young B”. You could already fucking tell Mark didn’t know who he was-and yet you single him out? Also-what they had asked before who knows Young B, I don’t recall all the people in that room fucking raising their hands? So why make it look like Mark was the only clueless one?

I just feel like right now, this show isn’t treating him well. Mark deserves the world for all his hard work and sacrifice,honestly. I hate the way they edited Marks short to make him look like that. I just don’t know about Mark being on the show. I fully 100% support him but they didn’t treat him well and it just makes me what to hug the kid and tell him he doesn’t need to be there.
Like Doyoung said “I watched Mark go through hardships to prepare for this.” and what does he get when he gets there? A cold shoulder and a stupid question to make him look unknowledgeable.

Text Me Not

A/N: So this is my first time writing for Nalu Love Fest! Or anything that was organized lol. This is for Day 7: Sexting, and was super fun to write! This is fairly smutty, though more low-key than usual. But still, smut. College AU!

When the picture loaded, Lucy was glad she was at the back as her face turned into a tomato and she let out a tiny squeak. There on her screen was a picture of Natsu, shirtless and laying on her bed. One arm was tucked behind his head of wild pink hair, a lazy and devilish smirk playing on his lips. The same hooded eyes Lucy had daydreamed about earlier were present, seeming to somehow look at her soul through the screen. He was wearing sweatpants, which were pulling dangerously low and drawing her eyes to muscular and toned chest and stomach. Lucy’s fingers twitched slightly as she remembered how his tan skin moved beneath her fingers, the muscles shifting and flexing in response to her exploring hands. When Lucy finally tore her eyes away from his little display, she saw he had sent a text as well.

N- Still don’t want to play with me?

Pairing: Nalu, Fairy tail

Words: 4841

Rating: M

Part: Oneshot

Lucy sat in her desk, one hand propping up her chin and the other absentmindedly tapping a pencil on her small, university desk. You’d think with how much they charge for tuition they could afford bigger personal desks. Lucy sighed, looking to the people on either side of her. A boy to her right with black hair spiked into a messy look was leaned back in his seat, earbuds in and seemingly trying to count the number of tiles on the ceiling. Either that or he was muttering to himself, which wasn’t entirely impossible. The girl to her left was trying to focus on the dull lecture the professor had broken into, but there just seemed to be a random pattern of scribbles on the side of her lined paper. More than Lucy had written down anyway. Lucy looked down to the front of the room, grateful she had found a desk in the back. The room was full of students like herself, trying unsuccessfully to pay attention to his speech, the monotone lesson on feminism in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein already claiming a number of students as victims to it’s sleep inducing drone. As least at the back she wouldn’t disturb anyone with her snoring.

Lucy’s phone gave a soft buzz, startling her from nearly dozing off. She really needed to be paying attention, regardless of the fact that she had already chosen the book as her main report subject, and had already read, re-read, and analyzed every line in the damn book. Releasing a loud sigh, Lucy hit the home button and her lock screen lit up, showing a text message with the name Natsu Dragneel above it. Quickly unlocking her phone, Lucy read the short text and rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s whining.

N- Luuccyyyyy I’m bored

Quickly tapping a reply Lucy relocked her phone, barely setting it on the desk before it buzzed again.

L- And I’m in class

N- Come hooooommeeeee :D

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Samuel || School Mates

Requested by @kpop-lover21

Genre: Fluff

Note: F/N stands for (Friend’s Name) so you can use your irl friend’s name or just come up with a random name for your friend in the story, whichever works best for you! ^^

Originally posted by ong-seungwoo

“Y/N, are you ready for the first day of school?” Your best friend asks you in excitement. You yawn, covering your mouth with your hand as you tried to keep your eyes open as you guys continued walking down the sidewalk.

“Nope, not at all.” You reply to her. She laughed and jumped in front of you, making you jump back in surprise.

“Oh come on, Y/N! Today’s gonna be a fun day! And besides, I made a few new friends over the summer and they just transferred here at this school! I can’t wait for you to meet them!”

You roll your eyes, growing a bit annoyed. “Cool. More friends for you, less attention I get from you.” You stated, stretching your arms out wide as you yawned again.

She scoffed, crossing her arms with an offended look on her face. “Stop being such a party pooper.” She looked ahead of you guys, the tall school building coming into view. “Now come on, I need to introduce you to them!” She exclaims before she grabs your arm, dragging you into the school building.

“Excuse me, coming through. Make way!” Your friend shouted as you and her ran past everyone in the school hallway, bumping into some students before you two stopped in front of your assigned lockers, which were right next to each other’s. She took out a piece of paper, which had her new locker number written on it, and followed the code as she turned and twisted the lock before it popped open. Your friend quickly took her books out of her bag before shoving them in her locker and slamming it shut.

She turned to you, the widest smile present on her face. “Meet me at lunch at the farthest table away from the entrance when your 4th period is over.”

You raise an eyebrow, curious at this sudden request of hers. “Why?”

She rolls her eyes at your question. “So you can meet my new friends, duh!” The bell rings, signaling that 1st period is just about to start shortly. “I’ll see you then, okay, Y/N?” She says before running off the opposite direction, waving at you. You wave back before you quickly take your books out of your bag and stuff your bag in your locker and slam it shut.

‘This is going to be a loooong first day.’ You thought to yourself before walking off to your 1st class of the day.

After your first 4 class periods, you made your way to the cafeteria. Now’s the time you have to be introduced to your best friend’s newest friends that she’s made. Usually every time she has new friends, it’s always a group of guys that are a year older than you two and leave her after a week. Hopefully these guys are different than the rest.

You step foot inside the cafeteria hesitantly, looking around the whole room, trying to spot your best friend.

“Y/N! Over here!” You hear your friend’s voice calling from the side. You turn your head to see your friend waving her hand at you. You also saw a group of boys sitting next to her, their heads all turned to look at you. You felt your stomach churn and your cheeks turn warm. This usually always happens when your friend has guys surrounding her. You’ve never been used to talking to guys, especially cute ones like them.

You slowly approach their table, setting your bag down on the floor and noticing that the only seat that isn’t taken is by a small, chubby looking boy. “U-uh, may I sit here?” You ask the boy. He just gives you a small smile and nods his head frantically. You take a seat next to him and stare at your friend, who’s currently conversing with a brown haired boy.

“So, Jinyoung, what’s your favorite subject in school?” Your friend asks the boy, who you’re guessing his name is Jinyoung. You silently roll your eyes at your friend’s conversation starter, but became surprised knowing that the Jinyoung guy actually replied to her with a bright smile on his face.

“Well, I love history, science, reading, just anything, actually!” Jinyoung exclaimed, showing off his pearly white smile. Your best friend blushed as her and Jinyoung continued talking about the most randomest things that they could come up with.

You ate your food in silence, not wanting to talk to anyone at this table since you think you’re too awkward to do so. That is until you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You turn around, coming face-to-face with an unfamiliar dark haired boy.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” The boy asks you, pointing to the seat next to you that the chubby boy was sitting at, thought you don’t know where he went off to since you weren’t exactly paying any attention to him anyway.

“No, it’s not. You can sit down if you’d like.” You say to him. He smiles and says “Awesome” before wrapping his backpack around the shoulders of his chair and scoots in closer to the table.

You eye him from the side, hoping to not make it noticeable that you’re staring at him. ‘He’s kind of….cute.’ You mentally slap yourself for thinking that. You’ve never thought that about anyone, which is why you’re currently hating yourself for thinking like that about the random boy.

Unfortunately, the boy catches you staring. He gives you a smile before saying something. You couldn’t hear anything that he was saying, though. You were too immersed in how cute he is. His cute nose, his dark brown eyes, his dark hair, his tan skin. You were intrigued by this guy’s image, you didn’t notice him waving his hand in front of you. You shake your head out of trance before he chuckles.

“I’m sorry what?” You ask him dumbfoundedly.

“I asked you what’s your name?” He restates his question with a small smirk plastered on his face. You blush, rubbing your arm up and down before telling him your name.

“Hi, Y/N. I’m Samuel. I’m one of F/N’s friends. I’m guessing you’re her best friend? She’s told me and the guys lots of stories about you and how much you hate the male species.” He says. This made your face turn red.

“U-uh, I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant-”

Samuel continued chuckling, making you shrink in place from embarrassment. Samuel noticed how red your face is and gave you another small smile. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s cute. Your hate for guys. I mean, not all of us are bad. At least not me.” He let out another chuckle before taking a sip of his juice. “It looks like F/N’s being too occupied with Jinyoung.” Samuel says, nodding head towards your friend and Jinyoung, who are currently admiring each other with their hands placed on their chins. You thought they were cute, but Samuel had a sour look on his face.

“It’s pretty gross to see since Jinyoung has never dated anyone before.” He says before turning to look at you again. “Would you like to go somewhere else? 5th period doesn’t start for another 10 minutes or so.” Samuel asks you before standing up, nodding his head towards the exit doors of the cafeteria.

“O-oh… okay.” You mutter out, your cheeks turning pink before you followed Samuel out of the cafeteria.

You and Samuel walked side by side in the hallways, your feet dragging against the tile floor. The floors were wet since the janitor was wiping the floor, which made you lose your balance. You felt yourself topple, letting out a small yelp before you landed in a pair of arms. You looked up, widening your eyes as you were close to Samuel’s face. You got lost in his dark brown eyes as you looked up at him.

“A-are you okay, Y/N?” Samuel asks you.

“O-oh! Yeah, I’m fine, um.” You quickly stand up, getting out of Samuel’s grasp as you stood up straight, brushing yourself off. “Thanks for helping me. I’m pretty clumsy, heh.” You say in embarrassment, wanting to just die for being stupid enough to not read the ‘Caution: Wet Floor’ sign that was right in front of you as you were walking.

“Be careful next time. I don’t want you getting hurt.” Samuel said out of worry, which made your heart pound hard against your chest. ‘He’s so caring and sweet, he’s so cute.’ You thought to yourself, blushing at the thought. ‘Ugh, thanks a lot F/N for making me feel this way.’

“I think we should get back to the cafeteria.” Samuel suggested, scratching the back of his neck. You turn to look at him, feeling a bit sad that you and him couldn’t stay out here alone together for a little longer, but you knew that class was about to start soon and students aren’t allowed to be outside of the cafeteria in the first place.

“Yeah, we should.” You reply back with a simple nod. You and Samuel made your guys’s way to the cafeteria, walking back to the table where the others are at.

“Where were you guys?” F/N asks you, wiggling her eyebrows up and down. You and Samuel both blushed, picking with your sleeve, biting your lip before Samuel replies.

“Y/N and I were just taking a small walk in the hallway. Is there something wrong?” Samuel says to F/N in a bit of a rude tone, which surprised not only her, but you and the rest of the boys who sat at the table. F/N shook her head.

“Nope, there’s nothing wrong with that at all.” She says in defense. Samuel grins and says “Good” before sliding his hand from underneath the table. He takes your hand in his, which makes you jump a bit. He intertwines your fingers together, making you stare at your intertwined hands and back up at him.

He looks at you, giving you a smile and a wink, which makes you blush. You and Samuel could feel your hearts pounding against your chests.

‘This is going to be a good year.’ You and Samuel both thought to yourselves.