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First DR Characters as Unique Aesthetics:

Makoto Naegi:

Calm nature, rain droplets, the smell of a woodstove burning in winter, dewdrops, a breeze over a rolling meadow, sephia photography, 

Kyoko Kirigiri:

Fog falling upon a valley, looking down the train tracks, abandoned and run-down homes, lavender pastels, braided hair, leather gloves, creaky floorboards, 

Aoi Asahina:

Water ripples, pastel sweets, muscled bodies, snapchat filters, underwater photography, varsity jackets, feather earrings, 

Byakuya Togami:

Modern architecture, cursive handwriting, porcelain skin, antique coins, paperwork strewn over an executive desk, secret love notes hidden away, 

Yasuhiro Hagakure:

Cracked glass, smooth stones lying in a wicker basket, neon signs, dreadlocks, tarot cards, opalite, rainbows cast through translucent glass, black lace, dreamcatchers, neatly written notes, 

Sakura Oogami:

Bruises as they lighten to yellow, fresh bindings, fallen cherry blossoms, water swept beneath a bridge, disturbed dust upon a surface, sweat upon skin, 

Hifumi Yamada:

Pastel hair, seifukus, pigtails, winged humans, manga clips, grid patterns, sketch art, pink chocolate, striped drinking straws, starry eyes, 

Mondo Owada:

Pristine motorcycles, long coats, greaser hair, cigarette smoke, drive-in theatres, baggy pants, make out movie scenes, scribbled out road signs, scars, fogged car windows, 

Celestia Ludenberg:

Spiral staircases, skin out from beneath foggy rose water, stiletto nails, checkered tiles, antique bottles, portrait lockets, Goth clothing, dark lips, dried blood, velvet dresses, 

Junko Enoshima:

Glitter hair roots, hair bows, ribbons, blue eyes, long lashes, crowns, chokers, magazine clips, rotary phones, miniskirts, plaid, corsages, heart boxes of chocolates, 

Mukuro Ikusaba:

Exposed tattoos, sleek guns, engraved daggers, freckled faces, mirror images, foggy lakes, grey skies, murky water, bloody noses, combat boots, baggy sweaters, 

Kyotaka Ishimaru:

Button-ups, lace-up boots, stark white hair, scarlet irises, empty hallways, hanging banners, dawn light through the window, jackets coated in badges, chalk drawings on the sidewalk, 

Chihiro Fujisaki:

Clean desktops, typography, fractals, equations on grid paper, tears of joy, stripes, the shade beneath the trees, organized folders on a computer, long embraces, plants grown between the keyboard, neat and tidy wires, 

Toko Fukawa:

Ink blots, vintage books, attics, leather and lace garters, lipstick hidden on a man’s collar, satin sheets, handcuffs, typewriters, dominance and submissiveness, 

Sayaka Maizono:

Pastel pink, strawberry milk, porcelain tea cups, city skylines, stage lights, glitter dust, makeup brushes, selfies, cat-ear headbands, swishing skirts, 

Leon Kuwata:

Bold eyeliner, studs for piercings, stuck out tongues, exposed skin, ripped jeans, tattoo sleeves, French kissing, bitten lips, messy apartments, smokey eyes, dramatic stages, 

Boys Boys Boys: A Solangelo Fanfiction

I’ve been severely lacking in inspiration because of how busy I have been. So I went back to basics: some personal experiences I’ve had at bars in NYC and around where I go to school, and a College AU set up. Could I be inspired to continue this? Heck yeah I probably could. 

I hope you all enjoy!

Trigger Warning: homophobic slurs 

Also read on AO3 

Preview:

Will immediately half-swerved, focusing desperately on keeping his gaze forward at the line of liquors mounted on the wall, and not ogling at the dude next to him because damn he was fine—the kind of fine that would have him sobbing on the carpet of Lou Ellen’s dorm at four-in-the-morning while stuffing his face with veggie pizza and watching Ru Paul’s Drag Race later. But for now, it definitely wouldn’t help him to freak out the dude by staring. Besides, everyone knew that hot guys in leather jackets who wore Iron Maiden tee-shirts were generally as straight as boards. No use getting his hopes up.


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Party Like A Stark

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Originally posted by milady-jane

Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Part (2/6)

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Summary: Today is your 19th birthday, and you also happen to be Tony Stark’s loved daughter.  What’s a better way to celebrate this special day than a party?!  All the Avengers and family friends will be there, even your secret crush Spider-Man.  You’ve always wanted to meet the famous spiderling, but little did you know you already know him.  Your party will definitely be one to remember.

Warnings: still lots of fluff!!

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AN: Guys I’m literal trash ahahah this fic is going to be a bit longer than expected because there’s just so many things that pop in my head !! I mean I love writing this story so much, that’s why it’s so long!  I hope you guys don’t mind having to wait longer for the smut!!  I don’t know i think it’s worth it because peter is just so precious and I love the reader’s relationship with everyone! well anyway, enjoy!!

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so can we all agree the pink bag is most certainly the property of one Viktor Nikiforov aka Виктор Никифоров (aka Binktop if you’re nasty)

He used to only carry around his phone, wallet, keys, and Chanel Lip Balm–all of which easily fit into his pockets. But he was forced (read:insisted) to upgrade to a bag once marrying Yuuri to accommodate for:

- lens cleaner and wipes

- prescription sunglasses

- snacks

- water

- anxiety meds

 -a spare pair of earbuds just in case Yuuri’s don’t work and he needs quiet time

 -compact hairbrush in case Yuuri’s cowlick acts up

-Yuuri’s wallet (Ghurka classic leather in vintage chestnut- a gift from Viktor for his 26th birthday “to match your eyes”) 

-Yuuri’s phone

- cough drops

- face masks

- phone charger

- back-up power bank (poodle printed)

Basically, Viktor “I’ve never had to take care of anyone but myself and don’t really know how to go about it competently” Nikiforov has launched into full on Mom Mode™ in the face of his beautiful, anxious, highly cherished husband.

As for the color, well, it should be obvious. It’s pink to match his car.