#I LOVE AND HATE LOLITA DRESSES

[kirainatabemono]

Otfits cause yesss yesss!!

[elizakai]

kai you should draw dream in lolita clothes 🥺

yes dear <3💫

[strawberryteabunny]

I went to the Chicago Joffrey Ballet’s production of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland! 🐇♠️♥️🌹

The ballet was amazing- I sadly only have a mirror selfie of my coord because I didn’t have time for photos, but I was trying to imitate the classic Alice look.

The plot setup is really similar to the Nutcracker actually; a bunch of guests arrive at a party, and then the female protagonist falls asleep and experiences a nonsensical dream sequence where the guests re-appear as different characters in her dream.

The costumes are beautiful (especially the Queen of Hearts!) and they got really creative with the set design and how they showed all the ‘magical’ moments; when Alice looks through the door and sees the living flower garden was a particular favorite of mine- paper flower petals rained down on the audience and the flowers danced down the aisles!

There was also a lot of really cool and creative use of puppetry in different scenes, especially for the Cheshire Cat. The sets were all just really cool, with giant playing card houses, a cross stitch sampler house for the Duchess, the topiary for the garden, everything. They used video projections as well, in a way that I think worked well for the show and wasn’t overbearing.

There’s also a lot of details you’d get if you’re really familiar with the book rather than just the Disney movie, which was nice :) And I like that Alice isn’t styled/costumed like the typical blonde in a blue dress like Disney made popular, it’s a unique production of its own (whereas a lot of Alice media feels derivative).

The not-so-good: the music for this ballet in my opinion was not the best unfortunately, in some spots it reminded me of Danny Elfman’s soundtrack for the Tim Burton Alice film, but I listen to Elfman’s soundtrack on its own, whereas I don’t think I’ll look up the soundtrack to this ballet to re-listen to. (The Mad Hatter’s costume also strongly resembled the one from Tim Burton’s movie; green suit with a pink coat and hat ribbon- but the film only came out a year before the ballet so I think it’s just a coincidence, considering how long it takes to write, choreograph, and produce something like this)

The not stellar music especially comes through in the (several) pas de deux between Alice and the Knave of Hearts; tbh I think the whole shoehorning of a romantic subplot was unnecessary, but I don’t hate it- but these sequences went on for quite a while and felt pretty plain when the rest of the show was so over the top and fantastical. You’re kind of just left there with the music, and none of the effects that make the rest so compelling. (They really could have used that time in my opinion to expand the first flower garden scene or the mad tea party or the caterpillar. These two danced together four times and I still felt more compelled by whatever was going on between the Duchess’ cook and the executioner.)

The Queen of Hearts though had a fantastic parody of a pas de ‘deux’ that she danced with several playing card courtiers; absolutely hilarious and really demonstrated all their characters. She also danced a bit with her executioner and I think that could have been expanded; maybe cutting one of the Alice/Knave dances instead.

Overall- I’d highly recommend any Alice fan if you have the chance to see this ballet! It’s really amazing in person. If not, I believe there’s recordings out there that I would suggest checking out :)

[toesuckler]

im getting skme new toys (dresses)

[kikithekiwi19]

HAI!!! I loved reading your panty anarchy! Reader x mark and your stocking anarchy!reader x mark, and I was wondering if you'd mind doing a stocking anarchy! Reader x rex one?? If not that's fine!!! :]

SWEET EXPLOSIONS!

Rex Sloan x Stocking Anarchy! Reader

Rex, you beautiful asshole.

To be honest, you guys hated each other at first.

He found your withdrawn demeanour unerving while you found him irritating. A mutual hatred that only further blossomed when the two of you officially met.

You guys met at The Guardians try out. Compared to the other contestants, you stood out like a soar thumb; dark Lolita fashion with a mix of Gothic touch.

"Why are you dressed like a depressed princess?"

"Same reason why your an ass to overcompinsate for your shrivelled dick."

Yeah, you guys fought after that.

You easily wipped the floor with him, blades deflecting the explosives with ease. It was pathetic watching Rex stagger about from your relentless assault.

After that, it was a point at Guardians HQ to keep the two of you apart. Not like it really stopped the intense 'banter' the two of shared.

Got so bad that Invincible had to step in.

"You sugar obsessed freak! You almost got me killed out there! Watch where you throw your swords!"

"Maybe you should watch where you sling your dick. Of course if you have one."

"You fucking bitch!"

"And your a whore that's head is to far up his own ass!"

Your relationship was strained at best and non existent at worse. Forcibly spending time together as Guardians makes your relationship more bareable.

It's starts slow; being slightly more cautious of each other, offering support during battles and even after them. Hell, even holding a conversation that didn't spiral into a yelling match.

It wouldn't be far fetched to say that you've grown somewhat soft to Rex's antics. No matter how abrasive he was, it would make your lips curl up into a small smile.

Rex found your witty comebacks charming, no matter how much they tore his ego to shreds. Even your addiction to sugar was endearing.

It blossomed into a friendship, then into romance.

You were the one to ask Rex out; not that he was scared, you just were sick and tired of waiting for him to do so.

When the two of you do start dating it's PDA galore. Cheesy flirtations, messy kisses and a quickie once or twice in the storage closet.

Like, the others are sick of seeing you guys eat each other's faces off.

Also, firmly believe that Rex would partake in your pole dancing. He sees it as a fun way to bond with his partner. No matter how many boners he gets while your doing it.

He's in love with you and will not shut up about it. Would brag constantly about how much of a badass you are! He's such a loveable jerk.

[saintfelina]

when you want to feel sultry, sexy, and dominant. you may want to go for a boozy perfume. smelling them feels like sipping an expensive cognac at an upscale restaurant. but they can also be the life of the party, fitting for those who've spent liquor soaked nights dancing the night away.

the interesting thing about these, is that they tend to be masculine, or at least marketed that way. very few boozy fragranes are marketed towards women.

despite the name, a boozy fragrance doesn't need an alcohol note, it can be a certain amount of vanilla, plum notes, dried fruit and oak. these are things normally seen in the creation and fermentation of alcohol. but alcohol notes an be deep and rich like cognac, brandy and rum, or they can be bright and fizzy like champagne.

jazz club lives up to its name, as it's very evocative of the sultry nature of the titular place. it's a smoky rum scent that settles beautifully on the skin as long as you don't overspray, its a true unisex in my opinion

there's a review of plum in cognac that goes along like lines of "i fell like i came home one night and got drunk off of this" and that's the best way to describe it. a jammy, plummy, boozy scent that's so intoxicating you'll get tipsy off one sniff.

one of the few of the fragrances in elizabeth & james nirvana line that still exists. nirvana bourbon is a smooth, potent whiskey. i wore this on many drunk nights out before gifting it to my mom bc i got blackout while wearing it. despite that it's beautiful, it has a slight spice to it and it's almost the the barrel the whiskey was aged in.

lets make things lighter with lolita lempicka's oh ma biche. this is an effervescent, sparkling citrus. it's a sparkling belini-champagne cocktail. this more marie antoinettes champagne tower. its fruity and festive and fun.

franck boclet vinyl is a boozy whiskey cola. filled with richness and depth, it's equally playful and sexy. a leather jacket over a tight mini dress. there's a dark chocolate underneath that makes it a little sweet.

wet cherry liquor is a dirty shirley in a bottle. the best boozy cherry if not the best cherry you'll ever smell. she's the party girl, the backstage bambi getting in with all the rockstars. they write songs about her liquor cherry sent.

cherry amaretto is a sweet, syrupy scent. more of a spiked cherry punch than a cherry wine. you'll either love or hate this.

this is an earthy boozy scent. bourbon brewed in an old shack thats been passed down through generations. you use it for both rituals and pleasure.

1697 by frapin is a masterclass in boozy scents, and given this is crated by a rum/cognac brand. it's a spiced rum and many pick out a chocolate note, like a spiced boozy chocolate drink. it opens dry before settling into something warmer.

ending with a classic, kilian angels' share is the perfume you think of when it comes to boozy scents. it smells like you poured a bottle of cognac. there's a welcoming sweetness to it and it has an apple-like undercurrent that makes it feminine enough to not be intimidating.

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Can I request for G1 Starscream falling in love with a super feminine pink, dolled up all that stuff type of reader? Like he shrinks (idk the term i’m new to transformers :( ) and helps her find cute new outfits, does all these mushy things that makes the other decepticons lowkey jealous that he’s got this cute human girl WILLINGLY wanting to be around him and one day he SNAPS and tells her how he feels in a super dramatic way and it ends in super fluffy smut ? SORRY FOR BOTHERING-

Mass displacement! Also you’re not bothering! Every anon i get is a blessing uwu

Starscream x Fem!Reader, Fem reader, racially ambiguous, reader has a sort of bimbo/sweet lolita aesthetic, scent kink, dressing up, Starscream has watched human porn

It’s not that the Decepticons hated humans it’s more so they thought of them as a disposable and annoying at best. Hell, Soundwave and his cassettes even partied at a human club after Megatron’s whole framing the Autobots and getting them blasted off into space plan worked.

The relationship between humans and Decepticons is strenuous at best. Humans produce energy source, Decepticons try to steal it wrecking infrastructure in the process, and then the Autobots show up to also destroy infrastructure but also keep the Decepticons from stealing anymore energy.

All of that to say that humans and Decepticons are capable of forming friendships.

Friendships that end up with Starscream thumbing through the different outfits you had brought at his request. He scrutinized every pink article of clothing, every bow, every kitten heel, and every piece of jewelry with picky optics. Given the chance to dress you however he saw fit, he was going to make sure he made the most objectively perfect outfit. After all, you were Starscream’s pet human friend or whatever your relationship was.

“What is this human covering?” Starscream pinched a lacey pink bra between his digits. “Surely it provides no benefit to wear over your optics.”

You had to hold back a fit of laughter for the sake of Starscream’s ego. “It’s a bra,” you explained covering your giggles as you clearing your throat. “Humans wear it under our clothes over our chests. It’s supposed to support our breasts.”

“You have separate pieces of fabric to wear under your coverings? That’s preposterous, why not have these contraptions built into your coverings to begin with!”

You reached up to take your bra from Starscream but he pulled his servo just higher than your height. “Don’t try to snatch what I’m holding out of my servo,” Starscream scolded. “I’m still picking out your ‘outfit of the day’ as you call it.”

You huffed starting to feel a little embarrassed having the mech dangle your bra out in the open like that.

“Are these ‘bras’ mandatory for your outfit?” Starscream asked now looking at the intricate heart pattern lace closer.

“Sometimes,” you responded never expecting to have to explain the concept of a bra to an alien robot.

“For my outfit they will be,” Starscream grinned proudly admiring the lacy bra. You felt something in your stomach tingle at his smirking face. “Now remove your little human coverings.”

You nearly choked on your own esophagus at what Starscream had said. You felt the blood rush to both your face and your most intimate regions.

“W-what!?”

“I don’t plan on having you wearing my outfit overtop what you have on now,” Starscream huffed tugging at your little skirt between his two digits. You yelped and pulled down on your skirt to cover yourself.

“You can’t just say that!” You squeaked thoroughly embarrassed. “We usually don’t get dressed in front if each other like that!”

“That’s stupid,” Starscream rolled his optics. “You expect me to believe that after I saw Rumble’s little human movie?”

You finally managed to tug your skirt from between his digits. “What movie?” You asked confused. You assumed he was talking about a movie where a couple or maybe family members were changing for some reason in front of each other or were removing outer layers before jumping into some water.

“Your silly little reproductive films,” Starscream responded slightly annoyed that you didn’t know what he was talking about.

You felt like the floor had been stolen right from under you. You wanted to laugh at the situation but you couldn’t help how your mouth hung agape in horror. The realization that Decepticons had access to human pornography and that Rumble was so comfortable watching them that Starscream watched it with him was like a brick to the back of your head.

“Reproductive films?” You asked hopping with all your might Starscream was referring to something else.

“Yes,” Starscream responded sounding relieved he didn’t have to explain what he was talking about. He carefully laid out the outfit he chose before you. For a second you completely forgot what you two were doing when the subject of human reproduction was brought up.

“How did you get that?!”

“You brought these with you,” Starscream scoffed thinking you were referring to the outfit he picked out.

“No! How the hell did you get human pornography?”

Starscream laughed a little at your flustered state and stroked the top of your head. You felt your brain turn into a puddle in a split second. Rarely did Starscream engage in touching and only when he had to. The fact that the mech of your desires was petting you like a dog made something inside of you swell with warmth.

“I wasn’t the one who got it so you’d have to ask Rumble about that,” Starscream purred almost too satisfied with assigning you this mission. “After we get you in this outfit of course!”

Starscream’s servo moved to grab the collar of your shirt and pull up. You squeaked and held onto your top with all your might. “Let me change somewhere private for god’s sake!” You barked.

Starscream only huffed and turned around so he wasn’t facing you. “Better?” He asked putting his servos on his hips.

“Yes,” you said relieved. “Thank you for being so generous.”

“Don’t get used to it human,” Starscream bit back with amusement.

You peeled back your layers of clothes and quickly put on the outfit Starscream had picked out. You removed the bra you were currently wearing and quickly replaced it with the bra Starscream had picked out. He hadn’t really chosen a top but a heart patterned cardigan that you buttoned up over your bra. The plaid pink miniskirt was next and you laughed a little seeing how he mixed patterns. Next you slipped on the plain white over the knee socks to complete the outfit.

“Okay you can turn around,” you said preparing to give Starscream a little twirl.

The mech turned back around to admire his creation but he instead furrowed his optical ridge. “What is that?”

“The outfit you picked out?” You answered while striking a couple poses.

“No,” Starscream huffed as he reached down to grab at your skirt. “What is this?” He flipped your skirt up so your lace pink undies were on display. You yelped and tried to push your skirt down in embarrassment. “I did not pick these out!”

You batted at Starscream’s digits. “Stop looking at my underwear, ass!”

Starscream dropped your skirt and huffed. “Those weren’t supposed to be part of the outfit.”

“You want me to go commando?” You teased.

“If that means removing the offending coverings then yes.”

You heard a soft whirring sound come from Starscream as his optics were trained on you. He seemed expectantly. The atmosphere of the room suddenly felt warmer and almost overwhelming. You felt your heart beating out of your chest as you slipped your thumbs along the elastic of your panties and slowly slipped them down your legs until they were around your ankles. You gently grabbed one side of your underwear and slowly stepped out of them.

The whirring from Starscream grew louder as he saw you holding your underwear.

“You’re not wearing any other coverings under there?” Starscream asked trying to sound critical but you could hear the edge of excitement in his voice.

“No,” you said breathlessly.

“Let me see,” Starscream reached and flipped your skirt up so your pussy was on display for him.

You felt your knees wobble a bit being exposed in front of him but you did nothing to stop him.

“Do you believe me now?” You asked trying not to let your heart pop out if your chest.

“I’d like to make sure you’re not lying,” Starscream mumbled with his optics on your bush. He ran a digit along the hair that grew on your pubic mound before slipping it between your legs. He could feel the slick moisture you produced in response to his teasing. He could feel how your clit throbbed and stood erect against his metal plating. Primis, he could feel how warm you were.

“Starscream,” you panted in a whiney voice.

Starscream jerked his optics up to stare at your flustered state. He had you right where he wanted you but for some reason he felt paralyzed. You absentmindedly started rubbing your cunt along his digit in slow needy motions. You looked so cute at his mercy but why did he feel like he was more so at yours?

“Here,” Starscream reached behind you and adjusted your body like you were a doll. You laid back with your knees bent, legs spread, and your folds open and welcoming Starscream’s gaze.

“You’re so wet,” Starscream said not knowing what else to say as he spread your labia with two of his digits. “You humans seem to only have one interface array,” Starscream pointed out as he prodded at your hole.

You gasped out feeling the blunt tip of his digit as he explored your most intimate organ. “Sometimes,” you responded thinking you understood the jists of what an interface array was. “Do you have-“

“Cybertronians have both a phallic and yonic devices for pleasure,” Starscream stated matter of factly. He dipped his helm closer to your spread legs. You jumped when he slapped his other servo down beside you and groaned. “You smell so good.”

Starscream prodded at your pussy with his olfactory sensors. He seemed to be huffing the musk of your aroused cunt but before you could say anything you felt the hot, wet plane of his glossa. You moaned out arching your hips towards him.

“Your taste is milder than ours,” Starscream said as the rumble if his voice spread through your folds. You reached out grabbing at Starscream’s helm as you tried to push your cunt against his faceplate.

“Little human,” Starscream groaned as he eyed up your sweaty aroused body still covered in the outfit he chose. “Tell me you want this.”

“Please, Starscream,” you said adoring how Starscream ogled at you.

You stared in awe as his form shrunk. His frame became smaller and smaller as he climbed onto his own desk to hover over you. Despite being half his original size, Starscream was still giant compared to you.

Your amazement over Starscream’s ability to change size was short lived when you felt something hot and heavy flop onto your pubic mound. You could feel the smooth metal texture of his spike as he rubbed it through your pubic hair. His transfluid leaking and clumping the hair together with each push and pull of his mechanical cock.

“I am going to claim you,” he said with a wicked smile. His cooling fans sounded like they were working overtime. “Claim you as my little human toy.”

You nodded as you pulled his helm down towards your face. Your hot breath fogged against his faceplate as you needily grabbed his dermas with your lips. The kiss was stiff and awkward at first as Starscream tried to keep up with how your soft lips moved against his metal ones. You wrapped your legs around his waist trying to pull him as close as possible. He eventually found rhythm with your lips as he kissed back releasing little whimpers and moans into your mouth.

Starscream’s turbines purred in delight when you felt something blunt push up against your hole. “So small,” he laughed against the side of your head. “I could tear you apart and you’d beg me for more, wouldn’t you?” The thick head of his spike pushed against the puckered entrance of your vagina. You whined out his name feeling your walls separate and make way for his heavy mechanical cock. His servos slid down your sides as he lifted his body from yours so he could marvel at your shivering form. His servos dug into your hips enjoying how the fat squished under his tight grip.

“Star-“ you cried out cutting yourself off with a choked moan. Starscream tormented you by fuddling with your clit under his thumb. Slowly turning and rubbing the nub of nerves under his the metal pad like you were simply a game controller meant to be played with. “You feel wonderful,” Starscream hissed as he buried his cock inside of you. Your walls clung and pulsed around him like a fleshy vice.

“My love,” Starscream moaned catching your attention. Your eyes were glued to his flushed faceplate as he continued speaking. “Tell me you love me.” There was a hint of desperation to his voice and you dared not make him beg lest he crumble over top of you like a clump of dry clay.

“I love you,” you panted trying to shimmy your hips to get his spike moving inside of you. “I love you so much, Starscream!”

That seemed to be enough because next he grabbed onto your waist tucking his head against your breasts as he pistoned his spike in and out of you. Your body shook with the force he fucked you with. You gripped onto his helm your legs wrapped around him like a python as he seemed to only focus on ramming his spike inside of you. His intake wrapped around the side of your breast lightly biting down on the squishy flesh in an attempt to ground himself.

Your cunt felt like heaven or at least the closest Starscream could ever get to it. Fluttering juicy walls that pulled his spike with every thrust of his pelvis. He needed to overload inside of you. He needed to have you dripping and flooded with his release. The image of his spent slowly sliding down your legs only made him whimper against your breast.

“Oh Star!” You cried out as his thrusts rocked your body upwards. “You’re so good! It’s so good!”

Starscream uncurled his arms from around your waist and slapped both of his servos down on either side of your head so he could press his forehelm to your forehead. His optics bore into your soul and you could hear the humming of his EM field being so close to him.

“You’re beautiful,” Starscream moaned. “My beautiful human.”

You simply whined in response.

“My beautiful conjux.”

You shivered your eyes rolling back at his confession. He had explained the concept of conjux to you before and the fact that he blatantly called you such a heavy term for lovers made you cum around his spike. Gummy walla that grabbed onto him like a bear trap trying to pull him deeper inside of you. Your nails picking and pulling at the transformation seems of his plating in an attempt to ground yourself through your orgasm.

“Wonderful,” Starscream gasped in awe. “Stunning.”

“Starscream!” You sobbed feeling your pussy pulse in overstimulation from his relenting pace.

“What’s this?” He purred with a wicked grin. “Is my spike becoming too much for my poor human?”

You shook your head but the way you gritted your teeth and shivered made Starscream believe otherwise. “You can take it,” he cooed giving your clit a sharp pinch. “You will take it.”

You whined and thrashed as he used your body for his release. His hot metal digits pinched and pulled at your clit with little regard just trying to make you squeeze around him just right. “Look at me,” Starscream ordered when you squeezed your eyes shut. “I want you to look at me when I fill you.”

Like an obedient toy you did as you were told and opened your eyes to the optics that bore into your soul. “Mine,” Starscream growled as you felt the hot fluid of his release fill you. Your whole body shivered as goosebumps rose to your skin. “All mine.” Starscream’s pelvis stilled as his spike dumped his overload deep within you.

The only sounds in his habsuite was the whirring of his cooling fans and the soft panting of your breath as you both stared at each other. Starscream reached up and wiped some sweat from your brow before leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Let me stay like this a little longer,” he begged. “Please.”

You nodded still out of breath.

[doloresdisparue]

Since I've had some clown in my mentions claiming Nabokovs intent was to present Dolores as equally culpable echoing the good old "but what about her TEEN SEDUCTRESS powers to CONTROL MEN" let's collect some of what Vladimir "Strong Opinions" Nabokov said about the book and Dolly in particular:

"Some simply haven’t read the book or don’t understand it. It is not obscene; it has none of the dirt of many so-called realistic modern novels. “Most critics have failed to stress the pathetic side,” said Mrs. Nabokov. “It’s really a tragic story. Here, in the hands of this maniac is this poor girl—.” “And a very ordinary girl—” Nabokov put in…." (What Hath Lolita Wrought? Ithaca Author Distressed by Some Reactions,” Elmira Telegram, Dec. 14, 1958. )

"In Lolita, who’s the most likable person for you? It’s Lolita. It’s with her that the good reader should become friends. American readers, generally, talk of her as an unbearable kid, but you pity her as you would pity any kid. There’s something touching in her." (“While Lolita Travels Around the World, the Entomologist Nabokov and the Agronomist Robbe-Grillet Exchange Pawns on the Literary Chessboard”), Arts (Paris), October 28–Nov. 3, 1959, 4.) 

"She came entirely out of my imagination. Critics, in general, find her odious; I pity her: an orphan, alone in life with a demanding forty-year-old. When I wrote about her last meeting with Humbert, I cried, like Flaubert at the death of Madame Bovary. “She cries every night, and the critics don’t hear her sobs,” said Mrs. Nabokov." (“Nabokov Without Lolita”, Nouvelles littéraires, Oct. 29, 1959, 1–2.)

"But she’s also a very touching character. Toward the end of the book, the reader and the author pity her, this poor child who has been sacrificed on the altar of motels. It’s very sad." (“The Good Mr. Nabokov: Lolita’s Father Forsakes Nymphets for the Sake of Pushkin and Robbe-Grillet”), L’Express, Nov. 5, 1959, 32–33.)

"Is Lolita amoral? On the contrary. It has a very moral moral: don’t harm children. Now, Humbert does [...] And Lolita, isn’t she a victim and not a little slattern….After all, haven’t I indicated the evil of all this, in giving Lolita a stillborn child?" (“Conversation, Vladimir Nabokov: He Likes Humor, Tennis and Proust. He Hates Communists, Sade, Freud”),  L’Express, Jan. 26, 1961. )

"How, then, do you explain the “Lolita cult”? How do you explain all these girls who move, act, dress, and talk like Lolita? I wouldn’t know. Perhaps it is a result of the way the popular press has distorted my poor Lo. It has come up with something that has absolutely nothing to do with the book or Lolita the character. Lolita is the story of a sad little girl in a very sad world. The “Lolita cult” is something completely different." (“Love Today: How the Author of Lolita Sees It”), L’Europeo, June 23, 1966, 28–33. )

"Humbert Humbert is a vain and cruel wretch who manages to appear “touching.” That epithet, in its true, tear-iridized sense, can only apply to my poor little girl." (Paris Review, The Art of Fiction No. 40, Issue 41, Summer-Fall 1967)

"Lolita isn’t a perverse young girl. She’s a poor child who has been debauched and whose senses never stir under the caresses of the foul Humbert Humbert, whom she asks once, “how long did [he] think we were going to live in stuffy cabins, doing filthy things together…? [...] It is equally interesting to dwell, as journalists say, on the problem of the inept degradation that the character of the nymphet Lolita, whom I invented in 1955, has undergone in the mind of the broad public. Not only has the perversity of this poor child been grotesquely exaggerated, but her physical appearance, her age, everything has been transformed by the illustrations in foreign publications. Girls of eighteen or more, sidewalk kittens, cheap models, or simple long-legged criminals, are baptized “nymphets” or “Lolitas” in news stories in magazines in Italy, France, Germany, etc.; and the covers of translations, Turkish or Arab, reach the height of ineptitude when they feature a young woman with opulent contours and a blond mane imagined by boobies who have never read my book. In reality Lolita is a little girl of twelve, whereas Humbert Humbert is a mature man, and it’s the abyss between his age and that of the little girl that produces the vacuum, the vertigo, the seduction of mortal danger. Secondly, it’s the imagination of the sad satyr that makes a magic creature of this little American schoolgirl, as banal and normal in her way as the poet manqué Humbert is in his. Outside the maniacal gaze of Humbert there is no nymphet. Lolita the nymphet exists only through the obsession that destroys Humbert. Here’s an essential aspect of a unique book that has been betrayed by a factitious popularity." (“Apostrophes: Bernard Pivot Meets Vladimir Nabokov”), live television interview, Antenne-2 (Paris), May 30, 1975.)

And let's close with my blog title:

"Lolita is an indictment of all the things it expresses. It is a pathetic book dealing with the plight of a child, a very ordinary little girl, caught up by a disgusting and cruel man….But of all my books, I like it the best. " (Author of Lolita Scoffs at Furore over His Novel,” Niagara Falls Gazette, Jan. 11, 1959, 10B.)

Thanks for coming to his TED Talk

[audaciousacolyte]

Hello! I saw that you are doing selfship request and I would like to request one <3 (Sorry for my bad English)

So I really like drawing and basically do anything that requires creating something,now I’m learning how to sew because I’m getting into cosplay.

I have interests that I can yap about for hours ( for example medicine and astronomy, I generally really like science!). I’m autistic so I have troubles sometimes understanding social norms or generally meeting and making friends, I’m scared of crowds and being in groups of people.I also have troubles with emotions , they are just confusing for me,and also sometimes people call me cold because I mostly put logic over feelings (I hope it doesn’t sounds edgy ;w;). At first I’m very closed and an introverted person but if I warm up to someone I’m very open and I yap all the time (I’m ENTP).For most of time I’m bubbly and energetic.

I like to tease people with whom I have connection with,and make handmade gifts for them.I love ouji lolita style and I’m trying to dress like this as often as possible.I collect anime figurines and toys that are colorful,and I also have very soft spot for pink cute things and blankets ;w;

I would like to request hc’s with Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla

Thank you very much for chance! <3 Have good night/day c:

Self-ship request #1- Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk cookie!

Pure Vanilla Cookie:

Pure Vanilla Cookie just LOVES to talk with you! He could listen to you speak for literal HOURS, your voice is one of his favorite sounds.

As the virtue of truth, he love, love, LOVES to talk to you about anything and everything related to knowledge! His favorite topics include Magical sciences, Astronomy, and Botanical care!!

Speaking of, He’d LOVE to know what your favorite flowers are so that he can plant some in his garden! Flowers take a lot of love and care to grow healthy and strong, so him planting and tending to YOUR favorite flowers is sort of like his way of saying that he’s always going to care about you!

If you ever come to him with your troubles, PV would always listen to you- even setting aside whatever it is he’s doing just so that he can personally tend to you! Actually, if PV EVER notices that you’re struggling with something, no matter what it is, he’ll come running to your side in an instant!

He instantly loves any and every gift that you give him, it literally makes his entire day every time you do!!

Speaking of gifts, though, I’d be a bit careful with this one. . . Not because he’s bad at giving gifts, but because he goes OVERBOARD with it every single time!

Shadow Milk Cookie:

Just like Pure Vanilla cookie, Shadow milk cookie loves to listen to you talk!

However, since he is LITERALLY the embodiment of all knowledge ever, he also really likes to debate things with you!! It’s like his own, personal love language- It just. . . Something about the flow of witty banter and clever dialogue that really gets to him, I suppose!!

If you’re ever struggling with comprehending something, then SM is right at your side ready to explain it to you in an easily digestible way.

And speaking of struggles. . . This man is THE WORST when it comes to talking about his feelings! The most you’re ever going to get out of him at any given time is slightly suggestive teasing or just flat out jokes designed to make it seem like he CARES A LOT, but also NOT AT ALL. He’s weird. Shadow milk cookie is just weird.

I feel as though he would adore you even more if you help him tease PV! Love, love, loves to goof off with you and flirt with y’all’s shared boyfriend!

That said though, this big ol’ hypocrite hates it when you tease HIM. He’s a jester, it’s HIS job to tease YOU!! Not the other way around!!! Stop that immediately!!!! (Don’t stop, he loves the attention)

[scaredpigeons]

A debt, repaid.

If you’d like, please read the sequel, A debt, recurrent.

BSD Ogai Mori x fem!reader

NSFW 18+ MDNI

Authors note: I do not under any circumstances condone the actions of this character. But I’ve realized that being able to interact with things that have caused me trauma in a fictional and safe space makes me incredibly horny. He’s so icky. And I’m so uncomfortably horny for him.

Word count: 2k

Synopsis: after he saves your life, you decide to offer the boss of the port mafia something he can’t refuse.

CW: consensual seggs, reader wears Lolita style outfit—but thats as far as I take it with that. Calls Mori a pervert a bunch. Oral over the panties, heavy on the dirty talk, groping. Reader is described as smaller than Mori, use of nicknames (darling, little one, pet.) pussyjob, cumming on the v and panties, just general nasty shit. Please read responsibly.

The leader of the port mafia doesn’t often enter his bedroom to find surprises. He prefers things to be well within his control, and you were far beyond it, much to his simultaneous pleasure and displeasure. 

“I—“ he starts, not expecting you to be sitting in his bed, not expecting you to be wearing… that. 

“Before you even start,” you cut him off. “If you take this too far, say some nasty perverted shit like I know you want to, I’ll leave immediately, but not before kicking you in the balls for good measure, boss or not.” 

He looks at you, dressed in a puffy pink dress— far too short with many frills and bows. His eyes wandered to your legs, tucked up under you and squeezed into stockings that ended at mid thigh, the lace white and delicate. Your hair was— oh your hair was in pigtails, with pretty pink bows and he knew exactly what you were trying to do. 

“What is it you’re doing, exactly?” He asks anyway, teasing you. 

You had the gall to look embarrassed, and he found himself thinking that you would look rather innocent and demure if it weren’t for that mouth of yours. 

“You… I hate owing favors to people, and I still haven’t repaid you for saving my life.” You looked down at your hands, twiddling with a frill on your dress, and oh, how he wanted to ruin you. 

“But what do you give the man who has everything when you have nothing?” You said, a bit smaller than before. You were shrinking. It seemed you thought he was displeased. 

“Yes, what do you give the man who has everything?” He stepped closer to the bed, removing his coat before throwing it on the chair beside him. “You decided on offering up… yourself?” 

You flinched, shrinking in on yourself once more and balling your hands into little fists. 

“Listen, I know I’m a little old for your preferences, you fucking pervert, but this is all I could—“ 

He cuts you off with a hand to your chin, and he marvels at how your eyes glisten, wide with confusion as he smiles down at you. 

“Assumptions, assumptions.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth at you, shaking his head. His thumb trails up against your bottom lip, loving the smear of the gloss you applied there. 

“Such fire for such a tiny little thing. Even in the face of exorbitant danger, you’re still letting such filthy words spill from such a pretty little mouth.” 

He tilted your head up, making the curve of your throat available to his gaze. 

“Yes. This will do very nicely, how thoughtful of you to cater to my perversion.” 

He’s mocking you, and from the sight of your face reddening, you’re very aware of that fact. 

“Well? What did you have planned, pet?” He asks, tilting his head with a devilish smile. 

You mumbled, unable to meet his gaze. Oh, how he loved how shy you were getting now that your actions were finally catching up to you. 

“Hmm? Speak up, little one.” 

“I was going to offer to… suck you off. I guess.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“How impersonal, darling. And here I thought you wanted to repay me?” 

You gawked, trying to rip your head from his grasp. 

“Listen, asshole. I think that’s more than enough to—“ you yelped as he tackled you to the bed, pulling you on top of him and making you straddle his chest in what felt like one smooth motion. 

You squeaked, flushing even darker as he ran his hands up your thighs, pushing up the dress and smoothing his hands around your waist as he squeezed, smiling up at you. 

“M-mori, I—“ 

“Do humor a perverted old man, won't you?” He leans forwards, making you squirm as he brings his face to the apex of your thighs, taking a deep inhale against the lace covering your core. “Ah, how I love the look of lace on your skin, little one.” 

He licks along the fabric, making you bite down on your lip to silence yourself as he fondled you. You’d come into this expecting to get him off and leave, owing him nothing. 

But this? 

“B-boss.” 

He looks up at you, eyes twinkling in the moonlight streaming through the curtains. You thought he looked more youthful in this moment, something was brighter in his eyes. It scared and aroused you at the same time. 

But then his smirk was back, and the lines around his eyes grew more prominent, and you were once again reminded that this man was likely old enough to have fathered you. 

“Say my name again, pet. Not my title. I thought we decided to take a more personal approach?”” 

“M-mori.” You whimpered as he ran his nose along the fabric covering your clit. This fucker was hitting every sensitive spot without giving them the attention they were crying out for, and you were afraid that you were going to soak through your panties and embarrass yourself. 

He licks the fabric then, making you keen and writhe in his grasp. He lets you suffer with the muted stimulation and pushes deeper, tonging along your covered core with vigor. 

You squirm, grabbing at his wrists in an attempt to steady yourself, but he just flips you over, now hovering above you. 

He wraps his hands gently around your throat, not squeezing, but it's a jarring reminder of just who this man is, what he’s capable of. 

“Shall I continue, little one?” He smirks, so cocky, so egotistical you want to kick him. 

But god, if you aren’t wet. 

You nod, unable to meet his eyes. 

He squeezes his hands slightly, leaning more of his weight into them. 

“Say it.” He demands, still smiling. 

You feel like you want to deny him, want to kick and scream and tell him to fuck off, but you can’t. Strangely, you’re enjoying this, enjoying being under him, enjoying the look in his eyes. 

He saved your life, you owed him, but this suddenly felt like much more than the repaying of a life debt. 

“Please,” you whispered as you met his eyes. “Keep… keep going.” 

“And spoken so politely, too.” Mori said, taking his hands away from your throat. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were enjoying yourself.” 

You grumbled, folding your arms across your chest. 

“Keep pouting like that and I’ll find better use for those lips.” He said, sounding stern enough to have a tinge of fear course down your spine. 

He pulled your arms away, leaning down over you to pull on the bodice of your dress, mouthing at your neck. 

“So obedient,” he said, moving to your collarbones, tugging the dress down further to expose the swell of your breasts. “So charming. You make such a good pet. So entertaining for me.” 

You squirmed as your breasts popped free from the offending fabric, and his hot mouth came to claim them. 

He continued to tease you as he suckled on your taut nipples, making you moan and writhe in his hands. 

“You know, I’m glad I was the one who found you, who killed those men who were holding you captive.” He said between nibbles and sucks. “I got to see the satisfaction in your eyes as my scalpel cut into their throats.”

“Boss, please—“ 

He moved lower, kissing over the fabric of your pretty little dress. Over your stomach, down to your thighs, kissing the skin that was popping out from those tight, tight stockings. 

“And I hate to think how wasted your kindness would be if it were one of my subordinates who saved you,” he smirked, licking the hemline of your lace panties as he stared up at you, holding your gaze. “Would you have repaid them the same way? If it were Chuuya? What about Akutagawa? What about the lower ranking scraps of the mafia? Would you be so kind to them, too?” 

“No!” You shook your head, finally, finally starting to fall into the headspace he had been pushing you towards. He could see the tears forming in your eyes and he so desperately wanted to lick them up. “No, no. It’s just…” 

“Just… just what?” He hovered over your core, eyeing you darkly, watching you slip and fall. 

“Just… just you, just for you, sir.” 

He smiled, exhaling deeply against you. “Just for me.” 

He pulled back suddenly, making you whine as he unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it off the bed. 

“What is it, darling? What do you need from me?” He teased, wanting to see how far you’d go. 

Much to his pleasure, you lifted your dress further, your thighs squirming and rubbing together so lusciously that he caught himself licking his lips like an animal. 

“Please… sir. Please touch me.” You sounded so small, so broken with desire and it stoked the fire burning inside him. 

He unbuckled his belt, watching your eyes follow the movement as he pulled himself free, stroking along his length as he watched you.

“I’ll give you what you want, darling. Don’t worry.” 

You squeaked as he brought a hand down to lift your panties, shifting forward to run his cock along your folds as he let the fabric fall back down to cover the both of you, though with his size, it only really covered part of him. 

He threw his head back a bit as he thrusted himself along you, feeling your wetness coat the bottom of him, while the lace of your panties rubbed against the rest. 

You moaned so unabashedly as he pushed the hot head of his cock through your folds, running delicious pressure against your clit. 

“There you go,” he breathed. “Such a good girl for me. So soft.” 

You squirmed, but he could tell you were doing your best to stay as still as possible. He hoisted your legs up, still fucking along the outside of you without reservation, thoroughly enjoying himself despite not being inside you yet. 

“M-Mori- its,” you choked, eyes blowing wide. “I’m gonna—“

“So pent up that you’re already there, pet?” He smirked, watching your eyes roll back as he kept the pressure, kept running his thick cock against you. 

And you came, oh did you ever cum. He watched as your body twitched and writhed, and he had to hold your legs tighter to keep you from slipping away. 

You moaned without shame now, crying out to him in your pleasure as he just kept going. 

“Good girl, so good. Keep taking it.” He could feel himself getting closer, the dual sensations of your slick folds and the lace panties were just too much, the visuals of you beneath him like this were too much. 

“Look at you,” he said rather breathlessly. Your hair was mussed, dress bunched below your tits and above your stomach, the white lace doing nothing against the wetness the both of you had created. You looked good enough to devour. 

“I’m going to cum all over this little pussy, all over these pretty little panties, and you’re going to sit in them while I decide what else I’m going to do with you.” 

You whined as his thrusts stuttered. 

“Oh yes. I'm far from done with you,” he breathed, leaning closer as he neared the edge. “So fucking good, so good for me.” 

You keened, another smaller, duller orgasm overtaking your shaking frame. That was what threw him over the edge, and he pulled back, lifting up the lace to stroke himself all over your wet folds, painting them in white. 

You twitched as he finished, body jolting in the aftershocks as he placed the panties back down over you, smearing his mess along the lace. 

“Wait here a moment, darling.” He said, pulling his belt free and tucking himself back into his pants. “I’ll go get us some water.” 

“You’re… not gonna get a cloth?” You mumbled, still in a daze. 

“Whatever for?” He said, standing from the bed. 

“To, you know, clean me up?” 

He smiled brightly, tilting his head and closing his eyes in what was surely a mocking gesture. 

“Certainly not. I told you, you’re going to sit there while I decide what comes next.” 

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The sequel piece, A debt, recurrent is now available. Dark content warning. Enjoy!

[br4inr0tx]

Here we go with another match, this time for 🐻 Anon!

Another note, yes I’ve been gone for like two months.. Halloween season is a busy season for me every year since my dumbass decided to become a scare actor. Even better, I got sick right after! Yay! Now I’m back, I’m going to go on a marathon and get all the matches in my inbox out of the way.

TW - Toxic Replationships, Forced Affection, Torture, Guns, and Knives.

Your Boyfriend to Death matchup is… REN HANA !!

• This may have been an obvious one, but I think Ren is the best for you!

• Ren’s type is generally alt people. Anyone into nerd culture regarding media series definitely catch his attention first. Seeing an artsy, pinky person like you immediately makes him have heart eyes for you. I guess you could say he just wants an anime looking bf/gf/partner. Since you fit in that category, you got him pretty easily!

• Hazzah! You’re taller than him! Don’t think he’ll let you get away with bullying him about it. He’s a little bit self conscious, and will most likely punish you with the shock collar for it.

• As I mentioned before, Ren is a sucker for cute things. Seeing anything cute, especially something from you, can pull on his heartstrings. If you wear any anime related stuff, or even those Japanese lolita dresses, he’s going head of heels.

• He loves putting you and/or helping you pick in certain outfit. As you’d expect he loves seeing you in anime character cosplays, or just anything cute. Seeing you in lingerie is a special treat.

• Now uh.. about the bear thing. He might get mad jealous because as a beastkin fox, he’s nothing close to a bear. He might get a little lowkey offended, but it’s probably him just being bratty. He’ll get over it.. maybe.

• Unfortunately for you, Ren likes bringing up and doing the things you hate and fear, just to provoke you when you’re not feeling your best. Those little reminders showing you he’s in control are his favorite.

• While he’s mostly cheery, Ren seems to have the ability to go from 0 to 100 REALLY quickly. Some people might consider him the nicest out of all the candidates in BTD, but I like to think he’s equally as dangerous as the rest of them.

• Ren is calm when listening to you, which is good, although most of the time when you seek advice he recommends killing. Please don’t listen to him, or else he might invite his friend Lawrence over for a little fun.

• He thinks you’re super creative! All of your art makes him mesmerized. His form of art comes in the form of snuff films mostly, but I think he has a decent hand at art too.

• Ren most likely listens to anime intros, or alt electronic pop music. Think MSI or And One. I can see him vibing with your music though!

• He gives you all the sweets in the world to fulfill your sweet tooth, unless you’re bad for him. In that case he forbids you from sweets.

• He tends to talk about how much he loves you a lot. Uniquely for him, I feel like he’s the most loving out of all the guys. You tend to be high maintenance, and need reassurance, he’s your guy to remind you all the time of his love.

• He forces you to be close to him a lot. He’s always touching you, not always in hugs and kisses. Even having his claws a little ways into your flesh gives him the power boost he needs.

• Oh.. you like being abused? You already know loves fulfilling all of your naughty desires, exactly how you want them. Beg and cry all you want, once you make any sign at him for him to start, there’s no off switch until he’s says done.

• Ren is a little clinging and teasing. Like a fox, he’s sneaky and isn’t always truthful. He’s a king of manipulation, but.. this is what you wanted. I’m sure you’ve told him yourself, and now? He’s NEVER letting you go.

[propertyofwhitney67]

PC wants to dress the male LIs in lolita dresses and take pics of them? they also praise and fuss over them a lot and treat them like a doll.

I know this prolly won't work on Avery but what if we bribed him

Whitney took a lot of promised favors and some bribing to let you dress him up. He somewhat likes the praising but hates how you're fussing over him and treating him like a doll, he can only take so much before he lashes out. If you ever share these pictures he will kill you. To be fair he does look amazing in Lolita

Kylar does this very willingly and loves how you're praising and fussing over him. Doesn't exactly mind the photos being shared but does at the same time

Robin takes a little bit of convincing but does enjoy it, he enjoys the praising but don't go too hard on the fussing and treating like a doll. Please don't share these photos though.

P!Sydney takes some convincing and does kinda like it, it's cute and fun. He likes the praise, a bit of fussing, but not all that much about being treated like a doll. Doesn't want the photos shared

C!Sydney takes some promises but he will do it, he thinks it's really fun. He enjoys the praise, a bit of fussing, but not all that much about being treated like a doll. Doesn't really give a fuck if you share the photos

Alex doesn't really want to do this but some promises will persuade him. He has some fun with it, likes the praise, likes a bit of the fussing, doesn't really like being treated like a doll. Please don't share these photos

Avery, who you somehow convinced/bribed/blackmailed, fucking hates this. He likes the praise but is angry at the same time, hates the fussing and being treated like a doll. Will kill you if you share the photos

Eden, who I really don't know how you convinced, secretly kinda enjoys this but won't show it. He doesn't know how to handle the praise, kinda hates the fussing, and really hates being treated like a doll. Never share these photos

[eclipse-ofthe-sun]

i hate having an idea with absolutely none of the skills to execute it

i wear a lot of lolita and for months i've had the idea of a lolita dress where the print is something to do with the minish, and now its expanded to generally loz themed lolita dresses. imagine a dress using/inspired by the fable/story cutscenes from various games (the story of the hero of time and flood from wind waker, the forging of the four sword from minish cap, maybe the calamity tapestry from botw)

however. i have never sewn clothes before, cannot draw well enough to even design those prints, let alone have the resources or money to get the materials. i cant even draw link in any of these

so here i am throwing this concept into the void. if anyone does do anything like this whether it be art or cosplay i would love to see

[fallenbars]

(This makes more sense if you watch a small clip of the nameless lolita from artiswitch by the way, because its a bit inspired by her!)

A question for ALLL the papyri (..is there a limit of how many characters to ask? Cant find it if so, but if there is atleast include UT, UF and US :])

What is their reaction to their S/O being a lolita? More so what is their reaction to their S/O being very clear about what they like and dont like (example: "i like pink", "i dont like the sun", "i like cats", "i hate people") its also how they got confessed to, their now S/O straight up saying "i like you" to their face, monotone voice, unreadable expression.

Their voice is very monotone, and their expression is mostly unreadable. They dont like being around people, so they mostly stay by their skele S/O (or their brother if said S/O isnt around) and if they want to get away they stare blankly at them until they get the hint. They also stare just...because. you know how cats sometimes like to watch their favourite person do stuff? They do that, just follow them around and quietly watch them.

They have also once hit someone with their parasol because they were just so done with said person

Luckily it was only once (for all the skelies know)

UT+UF+US PAPYRUS IMAGINES || X LOLITA READER!!

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Papyrus

ADORES your fashion sense.

He thinks it's so cool and pretty and he loves going out and seeing other people appreciate your wonderful fashion sense just as much as he does and immediately nodding with the compliments they throw your way.

Papyrus was in fact rendered speechless for a few seconds before he responded with an " I LIKE YOU TOO" after you had confessed so abruptly once his back turned towards you and then he turned back to look at you so he could respond back after he was over his surprise.

Papyrus also has no problem with you being straightforward and blunt, AS LONG as it wasn't rude or inconsiderate. There's a time and place to say or share..opinions? And when they are uncalled for or just not necessary, it does rub him off the wrong way.

Aside from that, he thinks it's great though that you're able to express yourself the way you do. He loves seeing you get dressed and pick out your items, too.

Papyrus doesn’t mind that you stare at him or like sticking to his side. He really enjoys it actually- for one, he loves you and two, appreciates the company. Feels like you’re his number one fan (as he is yours) and he loves to know the fact you like being around him like this.

You two in a way also balance each other nicely. When Papyrus is too nice, you pop in with your bluntness and speak your mind. Whereas Papyrus has a tendency to be too nice and unfortunately, gives people more chances than necessary when they really don’t deserve it. (Whether he’s correcting a “friend” or stranger who’s acting out. You don’t put up with it though.) which honestly? Can be really reliving for him. And when you lack to express yourself right- Papyrus fills in just right for you or explains to the person why you respond so bluntly to avoid misunderstandings.

He also knows when you stare at him for too long during a conservation or whatever your cues are, he picks them up pretty quickly and easily gets you two out of an area or conversation.

You hit someone with your parasol once? Oh no- that’s really not good. Papyrus definitely wouldn’t be laughing but would probably give a loving lecture how that wasn’t the right thing to do, despite being fed up with a person unless it was for self-defense reasons. He just doesn’t like violence unless absolutely necessary. Doesn’t mean he’s mad at you or anything, just that he’s showing why it’s not good and why you shouldn’t (hopefully) do it again. He probably tells you to call him or let him know next time when someone’s acting up around you. He’ll take care of it!

Sans doesn't have a problem with you following him around when Papyrus isn't home or when you guys are out and about doing whatever it might be. But- he will take advantage of you {not maliciously-} and get things around the house or when you guys are out and ask you for your opinion. He thinks it funny how you respond and kind of finds reasons for you to make a comment. Just for fun, not that he's making fun of you. Just interesting to hear what you think, especially since it's your complete honesty.

Edge

He does love your way of dressing. It's something that made you catch his eye in the first place. You were intriguing and he hadn't seen a style like yours before. That, and your utter honesty.

He can't help but feel a sense of pride every time someone compliments you- you deserve it, after all that effort you put in to getting dolled up the way you do. He agrees and will make comments himself after you receive said compliment, basically doubling down on it.

He doesn't really care that you're blunt, he's guilty of it too- though not as much as you... regardless the only time he has a problem with it is if it's in a professional setting or bad timing to something that was already bad as is.

When you had confessed that you liked him, he slightly jumped. Taken off guard for a moment before he stuttered out an " I L..LIKE YOU TOO.." he isn't the best at these kinds of things, so his response was awkward. But you didn't mind and that put him at ease..

Edge doesn't mind you sticking to his side and you staring at him, he gets used to it pretty fast once you tell him why you do it. In the beginning he thought you were judging him or had a problem, which made him turn his face away from you a lot once he realized you were staring at him a lot.

Edge doesn't mind the fact that you usually look expressionless- who's he to judge when most people see him as scowling or irritated? You two relate well on that point, but he's come to rely on your cues, your habits and you talking to see where you're at in regard to how you're doing or feeling in that moment.

He's not always the quickest noticing your cues and ends up doubling glancing at you a lot once it clicks you want to leave a situation or something. He gets the memo and cuts someone off abruptly and says he need to do something and takes your wrist or hand and drags you away.

He scoffs out a laugh once you confess to him about the parasol incident. "They deserved that. -" he'd comment. He knows hitting someone is wrong, but he trusts that if you were to do it again and based of the fact of what you just told him, you did it out of reasonable circumstances. It's not like you to do something unprovoked. So, he doesn't bother lecturing you about this.

When you're stuck with Red, he laughs or snickers when he hears you make comments. It's always entertaining to him on how you respond so bluntly.

Stretch

He likes it a lot. You'll be receiving compliments left and right from him as you get ready and after you're done and ready for the day. The thing is it's so casual and doesn't sound forced or out of place or just...it feels too natural. It's hard to explain.

Your bluntness caught him off guard when you first met, he thought it was funny though and offered to be friends. To which you accepted. Time went on and one day you confessed while he had a flowerpot in hand, trying to pick one out for the front yard, but you made this man nearly drop it by the utter unexpectedness of what you said. He smiled and responded with his lazy smile "I like you, too." He almost responded immediately back.

He doesn't mind that you're blunt, only when you say something that was just inappropriate timing for something. There's a certain time and place for things, and that includes certain opinions. Don't get him wrong, he loves that you're honest- but sometimes it best to know when to keep silent. But you can say whatever you want after so it's just between you and him if it feels stuck on your chest. He doesn't get mad but like Papyrus, it rubs him off wrong at times.

He likes that you like being around him, matter of fact, he does the same with you. Sometimes intentionally and other times, sub-consciously- to which when it clicks, he laughs. The staring he didn't mind either. If anything, sometimes he'll tease you about it just to mess with you.

Stretch is actually paired nicely with you- handling any miscommunications with ease and he explains things pretty well in regard to explaining the kind of person you are and not to be offended by what you say. It's really nice for you actually since it feels like a lot of your interactions with people go smoothly with him around.

He knows your cues pretty well, almost like you're an open book. Man calls it before it even happens, and the conversation starts and ends like that with someone he knows you probably would have a problem with- he knows what he's doing so don't worry.

You told him about the parasol incident and he's both amused but also speechless for a minute processing what you said. He gets why you did it but discourages you from pulling something like that again unless absolutely necessary. He doesn't want you getting in trouble unless it's you doing that for self-defense against a creep or something. He's also like Papyrus in this aspect when it comes to violence or stuff that's well, physical harm.

Blue loves hearing your perspective on things. He enjoys having conversations with you or he asks you why you "Hate ----" thing after you state it so directly. Or why you like "---" after saying you like it so directly. That's usually how it goes when you two are the ones hanging out.

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A/N: I'm sorry it's been months since if you've sent this in, Anon. I finally got around to it. Although sorry if there's any typos or repetition. My writing skills are not as good right now- feel like I'm forgetting how to spell which is weird. I also did have a plan to write the rest of the papyrus's but I got overwhelmed and stuck to the main 3 you wanted to see the most if I didn't write for the rest. Not your fault though! I just thought I'd be able to do it but alas, I was wrong. Again, sorry for the long wait!!😭

[pruneunfair]

MILAOWM does villainesses right.

My favorite characters in a lot of manhwa tend to be the white lotus villainesses, and as much as I'm glad to call them my favorites this doesn't look good on the author since their protagonists were either too boring or mary sueish to care about or the villainess was just the lesser of the two evils.

So when My in laws are obsessed with me brought in Dodolea and Pereshatis step mom and sister, I was impressed that I couldn't say I even liked them remotely.

I'll Start with Dodolea, the princess who is obsessed with Therdeo to concerning degrees, she isn't much at first and it's easy to brush her off as just another evil woman to rival Pereshati, she's bratty and annoying when we meet her, right away you already see how different she is to Pereshati besides personality, because Dodolea shows up in a Gothic Lolita sort of look wheras Pereshati wore light spring dresses before becoming well integrated with the Lapileons. Which I interept as Dodoleas desperation to be Therdeos wife by wearing very dark and muted clothes which fail since they still stand out so much with all the accessories, revealing how much she tries too hard in her goals to be Therdeos one and only

But after the tantrum that could only be rivaled by Veruca Salt herself, that bratty personality is replaced with something far more sinister, when she shows up multiple times there's something so uncanny about her especially when she's laying on barely veiled passive aggressivenes to Pereshati,

but that all pales in comparison to what went down in chapters 64 and 66

At first glance, you'd think "okay she's laughing at him, that's a dick move but it's not so bad" but it's the fact that she knows Therdeo is uncomfortable by her presence and yet she relished in it, she even receives a cup that is very reminiscent of the one revealed to be used to drug Therdeo.

And in chapter 66, it's revealed she drugged him so she could assault him, which would have happened If Therdeo didn't wake up in time. So rereading chapter 64 is even more disturbing when you realize Dodolea is aware of her actions and how they affected Therdeo and yet she not only doesn't care but she LAUGHS! that's pure psychopath level behavior right there.

Dodolea even succeeds in aranging Pereshatis "death" after passing off Lapileon blood as medicine and if it werent for the whole time enigma, she would have succeeded with no ounce of remorse in those big ass green eyes.

Next are the step family, Reina and her mom Lilian who give a whole new meaning to Cinderellas evil step mom and sisters.

Lilian isn't just any evil step mother who mistreated Pereshati since day 1, she was actually very gentle with Pereshati growing up, to the point where I wonder if there was ever a point where she really did love Pereshati like a daughter

She goes so far in her act it's eerily convincing even her expressions don't look obviously feigned, they look and feel real

She even goes as far as letting her hand get burned by hot tea to really sell the act, let me repeat myself she INJURED herself to gaslight Pereshati and feign the role of the regretful stepmom

With such dedication it's no wonder Pereshati started to self doubt and believe that she must've been crazy, and honestly, I was convinced for a second that they were on their way to redemption.

And Reina, good god Reina! Even though I think she's the weakest out of the three on this list, she still pulls it off so well. Her emotions aren't all acts because some of them are real, the ones after the trial where her mother is being arrested and sent to a convent are so raw and real but even in her grief she's still trying to manipulate Pereshati, guilt tripping her while pleading with her to make everything better again

There isn't much to say on Reina but for the few times she's on screen, she's putting on such a show.

But you know what all these women have in common? I actually hate them, I want to see their downfall. That's how it should be with villains, you want to see them fail, to get their comeuppance, anything to give them Karma! In the past that intention never succeeded because most other authors only want easy to hate villainesses without any effort, just the same cartoony twirly mustache villains with a low IQ stat so they can be easily defeated, but here, not only do I want to see them fail their karma feels so much more satisfying since they actually felt like an obstacle that needed effort to defeat. That is what a villain should be.

[yanmuffins]

also, another thing (yes, i'm trying to procastinate again and then making u bear with me rambling) I love to draw reader wearing alternative clothing, or sometimes, just some tomboyish, lil' punk inspired style

idk, I feel like it gives some more life at them or smth

we both know that I usually prefer to draw the reader fem, but If i, someday, decide to draw them male or just gn, I think I would still insist in something different from the usual

idk, for male I would probably draw them in more fem styled clothing, throw some pink around and poke at skirts and maybe some dresses-shirts, If i feel daring (which I prob would, y'know, with the whole male-reader-drawing thingy)

for gn, I would probably just draw them in mandrake male, firstly because the style is comfortable, both to draw and to wear, and secondly because it is a subculture of the country where I live, which makes me more happy to draw it

can I be so for real right now? I do not see vampire!reader wardrobe staying the same doll, rich girl, homeschooled, butler loving thing forever

yeah, I could still see them envolving into goth, maybe romantic goth while we're at It, but wouldn't It just be funnier If It didn't?

so, after the vampirification, what if the reader start wearing smth really different from the batfam?

like, gyaru, punk (but REAL punk, with with pointy hair and various piercings), or fem mandrake, but with the crazy male mandrake hair with these neon drawing at the scalp that glow in the dark

yeah, it's a big leap, but it's a fun one too

(or maybe vamp!reader could put some sexy leather too, idc, I just want to give the batfam a headache! 😉👍)

thanks for reading my rambling, I must go back to hating to draw Damian (←😒) right now 😔💔

girl we’re from the same country (≧◡≦) ♡

i want to ramble and prattle about this so hard and give it a super long answer but!!! SPOILERS for my upcoming post on vampire! reader’s fashion i’m afraid.

vampire! reader's overall style holds a place dear to my hear, and is also relevant to the fic!

i'm not gonna lie, i envision vampire! reader to be more on the hyperfeminine side of things. pre-vampire-embrace she already wore exclusively black (with pops of white), shades of grey and a daring burgundy here and there, and i decided on those colors mostly to match her somber/modest/elegant choices when it comes to clothing and to match the wayne and, overall, just gotham's aesthetic. even as vampire! reader grows out of her dolly-like clothes, she was pretty much raised on designer and that's pretty much what she wears and will continue to wear. as in, new dior spring/summer collection just dropped? gotham's local store already has it ready for her to pick up. it comes naturally to her, it's just how alfred/bruce (mostly alfred) raised her.

also, spoiler: she feels like dressing on old-timey, vintage outfits makes her feel closer to her grandma. this also thanks to alfred's influence, who gave her access to martha wayne's wardrobe. she does enjoy wearing her grandma's old clothes. not the pearls, though.

considering her clan (👀), it's very fitting.

however!!!

i do find the idea of an alternative vampire! reader very interesting and fun to play around with, giving her (or him. or them) different personalities, reactions and upbringings which will lead her to be more suitable to different vampire clans. stereotypical, yeah, but a punk or cybergoth vampire! reader would make a great brujah or gangrel. gyaru or lolita! vampire reader could be a toreador or a malkavian. she grows out of her frilly socks and petitcoats and really finds herself in alternative styles.

now with our current vampire! reader's style transition, i'll save that for that one (amazing) ask to really yap about that.

and honestly? i don't believe the clothes themselves would really make the batfam scream cry and throw up (with the exception of alfred, but he'll get over it). it might make bruce and dick side-eye her a bit, but jason would find vampire! reader's mandrake/punk hair awesome. steph would be in love with gyaru/lolita vampire! reader's outfits.

unless we're talking about sexier outfits, like you said, leather and such. which i won't expand upon here, but that would surely make them uncomfortable.

but, much like our og vampire! reader, what really bothers them is the change in attitude, in company, in behavior. she was so quiet and demure before, going out during business hours and mostly coming home before it got dark, or at least sticking strictly to curfew. she barely had any friends. but suddenly she's hanging out with some person she met who knows where, frequenting nightclubs and coming home close to dawn? acting distant and avoidant towards her family (who didn't really pay her much mind but that's irrelevant)? now that grinds their gears.

but if we want to get away from that hyperfeminity post-embrace, i can see og! vampire! reader gravitating towards something like this: