#will have to wait for the resellers I suppose…..

[asclepyus]

AND SO THE DAY ENDS IN TRAGEDY,,,,,,,

[fjordfolk]

whenever i get to replace this camera, im throwing it out of the fucking window

[chisungie]

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[its-luna-noel]

puppy chronicles

05. the useless puppy | toji x reader

The JJK men are gifted a hybrid puppy. ...wait, that kind of puppy? alpha!human!jjk men x omega!hybrid!reader

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, hybrid!au, omegaverse, hybrid!reader, omega!reader, pet play, collars/leashes, smut, heat/rut, knots, oral (f! receiving), spitting, toji's a little nasty, anal fingering

word count: 3.9k next: the naughty puppy | sukuna x reader

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notes: hi there! sorry it's been a while, but here's toji's puppy chronicle! i hope you all enjoy <3 next up is sukuna!

Toji finally made his lucky break; he just won a race.

When he makes his way to the winner’s box, expecting a handsome cash reward for his bets, enough to make sure he won’t have to work for at least a few months, he’s disappointed – almost angry – to find you instead.

You’re dressed in a satin romper, something decent enough to show on live television as he comes to collect his winnings, but with enough lace trim to make you look desirable. Your fluffy tail wags from side to side, and your big puppy eyes gaze up at him adoringly. Your new master–

“Tch,” he huffs, turning towards the announcer just as they turn off the cameras, returning coverage to the winning jockey. “What the hell? I didn’t sign up for this.”

“Technically, sir,” says the announcer, smoothing out his suit jacket, “you did. By placing your bets–”

“I don’t want to look after some mutt!” Toji snaps, green eyes narrowing, and your heart sinks at his expression and words. Your tail no longer wags. “I signed up for a cash prize, not some stupid hybrid.”

The announcer shrugs, adjusting his cuffs. “Resell her, then. I’m sure you can find someone to take her. Just get her out of here before we get back on air.”

Toji snarls but snatches the leather leash from your handler. It’s a lot of extra work, but he supposes he can put you up for auction or something to have you gone by the end of the week – and more importantly, have his money by then.

He marches out of the winner’s box with a scowl on his face, dragging you behind him on your hands and knees. You follow as fast as you can, ripping up the palms of your hands as you move with him across the concrete.

When he gets you back to his car, he opens the backseat door. “Get in,” he says gruffly, eyes on the sky instead of on you, like he can’t even bear the sight of you.

Your heart breaks a little, but you follow his instructions, climbing into the back of the car and letting him shut the door behind you. You sit in silence as he moves around to the driver’s seat and starts the engine with a low rumble.

The car’s a piece of shit, you have to admit.

But it runs, so you suppose you shouldn’t be complaining as he drives you to whatever motel he’s staying in for now. He comes to let you out of the car, and when you emerge, you look up at him shyly.

You ask, “Can…I walk?”

“Don’t give a shit, doll. You do what you want. You’re gonna be gone soon anyway.”

You think, for a moment, you might sit down in the unpaved parking lot and weep.

But you don’t; you keep a strong facade as you follow him, on your bare feet this time, to save your hands and knees the rough treatment of crawling. He leads you past the front desk, and the receptionist gives you a curious look, eyes locking on the leash and collar you’re adorned with.

Once he’s in the room, he unclips the leash and gestures towards the bed. “Lay there if you want.” He, instead of lying beside you, goes to the old laptop on the desk and pries it open.

It’s quiet between you as he clicks away at the keyboard, bringing up a puppy auction site. You curl up on the bed, ears pinned back against your head as you watch him offer you away like you’re nothing.

You suppose, to him, you are nothing.

He sets up the profile, adding your description to it almost clinically. Then, when it calls for a picture for insurance that he really does have a puppy like you, he sighs loudly.

“Come ‘ere, puppy,” he calls, patting his lap without looking at you. “Need a picture.”

So you crawl out of bed, your hands and knees still raw. You look at him questioningly for a moment, silently asking what he wanted you to do, before he pats his lap one more time. “Don’t make me ask again, doll. Sit.”

You settle on his lap, resting lightly on his strong thighs, feeling the hard muscles beneath your own soft legs. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you close until your back hits his broad chest, your legs falling to the side so both of his are between yours. Your ass is now firmly against his crotch, and even soft you can feel the imprint of him through his loose sweatpants.

He puts his scarred lips to your ear and whispers, “Smile.”

You fight to swallow before offering a shaky smile to the webcam.

He clicks the capture button, and then he’s patting your thigh to get you off. “Alright, pup, that’s it.”

He goes back to what he was doing without another look, like he’s unaffected by your presence, your touch, your body against his. Putting you up for auction without any regrets. You go back to what you were doing, lying there watching him sign your life away for the second time that day.

Once Toji puts up the profile, he leans back in his chair, eyes on the screen as he waits for something to happen. Waits to see if anyone will take you.

Someone puts in a bid on you within ninety seconds.

Toji watches, sea glass eyes widening and practically reflecting dollar signs, as the bid amount goes up, and up, and up.

By the time the final price is locked in, it’s at millions of yen.

Toji leans back in his chair, hands locked behind his hands with a smug expression on his face. Those bastards at the race were right; people were desperate for a pretty puppy like you, especially one that was publicized on television for anyone to see and lust over.

He sighs happily and glances over at you, standing from his seat. He’s in a much better mood now. He comes over to pet your ears, rubbing them lightly. “You’re going to a good home, pup,” he tells you, even though he can’t be sure of that, and doesn’t care to even try. You’re just a stepping stone between him and millions of yen.

So that night he climbs into bed beside you, lying an arms length away from your curled up body, and he tries to think of all the money he’ll earn when he finally hands you over. Sure, he’ll just blow all that money on betting again, but hey, the more he bets, the more he could win – and hopefully this time it won’t be a stupid puppy.

He’s imagining all the money he’ll make when all of a sudden it hits – a sweetness, almost sickeningly sweet, sweeping quickly across the room and drowning him in its intensity.

Toji stiffens beside you, and you whimper, starting to scoot away on the bed. “I’m sorry,” you rush out, trying to put as much distance between you and him as possible. “I’m sorry, they picked me for the race because my heat was coming soon. I didn’t know it would be tonight though, I-I-I thought I would be gone before it came–”

Toji growls, snatching you up and dragging you back towards him, making your romper ride up your thighs. He leans into the crook of your neck and sniffs, long and punctuated with a soft groan at the end. “Fuck, doll,” he rumbles, parting his lips to bare his teeth, “you smell so goddamn good. So fucking sweet.” He grazes his teeth over your scent gland.

You whimper, shifting in his arms, aching. “M-Mr. Fushiguro–”

He lets out a sharp laugh, pulling back to fix his eyes on you. “I’m not ‘Mr.’ anything, pup. Call me Toji when I fuck you.”

You shiver at his words. “Y-y-you’re gonna…?”

He repeats the words right in your ear, “Fuck you? Yeah, doll, I’m gonna fuck you. Gonna put my dick so deep inside you it’ll come out your damn mouth. Now, lay down before I make you.” Then he licks the shell of your ear, his breath making you shiver.

You lie back against the sheets, and he follows you down, his broad body covering yours. He presses his face into the crook of your neck again, nipping at your throat above and below your leather collar. His teeth sink into the flesh over your scent gland, and the cloying sweetness only permeates the room further, almost drowning in it, almost tasting it.

He pulls aside the neckline of your satin romper, giving him more space to leave imprints of his teeth. With every bite you moan, the sound lewd, almost pornographic. You just can’t believe how fucking good it feels to have him touching you.

You’ve had other partners, but you haven’t had an alpha treat you like his omega before.

He makes his way lower and lower, pulling the sleeves of your lingerie down your shoulders, slowly revealing your perfect chest to his eyes. Your nipples are already pert, with the sensation of his teeth on you, and he chuckles, looking up through dark lashes.

“You’re so good, pup,” he whispers, his mouth moving slowly down to the top of your breast. He sucks a mark there, before moving to the other. “Almost regret putting you up for auction now. If only I’d known you were so goddamn sweet.”

You’re panting, gazing down at him with pupils blown wide with desire. You watch as he lowers his mouth, eyes on yours the entire time, and finally wraps his lips around your nipple, flicking his tongue against it.

Your head falls back in pleasure, eyes closing as you mewl quietly. At the sight, he reaches up and grabs your jaw, forcing your head back up. “Keep your eyes on me, doll,” he drawls, lazily swiping his tongue over your nipple, like it’s automatic, like he’s not even thinking about the action. “Or I’ll stop.”

And you don’t want that – god, you don’t. So you keep your eyes on his, watching his pink lips suck lightly on your nipple before kissing his way over to your other breast, taking that nipple in his mouth in turn.

You’re moaning softly, lashes fluttering as you fight to keep your eyes open.

Then, once he’s grown tired of playing with your sensitive nipples, he tightens his hand on your jaw and leans up to kiss you.

It’s messy, it’s sloppy, it’s everything.

His tongue swipes against yours, hot and commanding. He forces his way into your mouth, exploring every inch, and you realize that you don’t want to kiss anyone else, don’t want to be given away. You want to stay with this alpha, want him to mark you, knot you, make you his.

You don’t want to be sold off, and your heart sinks with the thought that after this, things will go right back to normal.

As he kisses you, he slides the romper the rest of the way off. He pulls the fabric down your legs, then knocks your knees aside to open you up for his body to fit between your thighs.

It’s like heaven, feeling the warmth of your naked body against every hard line of his.

He chucks the satin across the room, the piece already forgotten as he wraps his arms around your thighs and tugs, pulling you closer to his mouth. He’s practically salivating for it, drooling for your wet pussy, like a dog himself. He’s sure if he was the one with the tail, it would be wagging so hard he’d get happy tail. Instead, he dives in, spitting on your clit and watching the wad of saliva slowly drip down between your lips, soaking right into your tight little pussy.

He growls at the sight.

He reaches one hand down and slowly brushes the pads of his fingers over your cunt, spreading them into a “V” so he can look at just how pretty it is, like petals on the most beautiful flower he’s ever fucking seen. His spit is still there, leaking down towards the curve of your ass now, and he watches it for a moment longer before slowly leaning in.

He looks up at you at the last second, watching you. You’re panting, your lips parted in anticipation of what’s to come, your eyes wide and taking in the sight. When he stops, you whimper quietly, but you don’t move.

He grins up at you and whispers, “Say please.”

“Oh, please,” you beg, so prettily.

And then his mouth is on you. 

He slathers your pussy with spit, brushing the flat of his tongue against your clit. Your hips jump at the sensation, but he’s got such a tight hold on you that you can’t run away even if you wanted to, which you don’t. You want to stay here, in his arms, in this piece of heaven, forever. You want him to eat you out for hours, if he so pleases, just in order for him to touch you like this over and over and over again, to never let you go.

You wanna be good for him.

He laps at your clit like he’s possessed, like it’s his one mission in life. As he does, he humps his hips into the mattress, groaning right into your pussy at the stimulation.

It’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

Then his long, dextrous tongue slips inside your waiting pussy, and your back rises off the bed, your head falling back against the pillows. You cry out, and Toji grins again as he fucks his tongue into you, reaching down with his thumb to gently rub your clit.

It’s embarrassing how fast you cum.

Your thighs shake around his head, and he’s still holding you tightly in place as your hips threaten to buck off the bed, chasing the sensations. But he’s got complete control over you, and he won’t let it go so easily, so he holds you down and fucks you with his tongue, his thumb still rubbing light little circles on your swollen clit.

He doesn’t stop after just one orgasm, or even two. He chases a third, until you’re babbling his name and erotic mixtures of “please” and “oh god.”

Then finally, when he pulls away, after your pussy clenches around his tongue for the third time, his lips and chin are covered in your sweet, decadent slick.

He lets go of your legs, letting them fall open so he can crawl up your body. And then he’s grabbing your jaw, squeezing until your lips part, and he’s forcing his tongue into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on him. When he pulls away, keeping his hold on your jaw, he spits in your mouth, making you taste everything he took from you on your tongue.

“Swallow,” he says, and you do. Then he shifts again, rising up on his knees and reaching for you once more.

He manhandles you, grabbing you by the hips and shoving you onto your belly, where he crushes you against the bed, the imprint of his massive length hard against your ass. He grinds down, rubbing his dick into the plush flesh there. He grunts, fingers digging into your hips. “Fuck, doll. You’re so soft. Bet your pussy would feel just as soft, huh? Soft and warm.” He hums, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Can’t wait to fuck you.”

You whine softly, tilting your hips to press your ass back against his pelvis. “Fuck me, then,” you beg.

He chuckles lightly, swatting your ass with a loud thwack! “Impatient little thing, huh? Are you that desperate?” he asks, watching your ass jiggle as he smacks it again.

You nod, still whimpering.

“Use your words, doll, don’t make me put you over my knee. Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“Y-yes Toji,” you gasp, stuttering it out as he grabs your cheeks in each hand and spreads them, his eyes feasting on your quivering holes. “I’m that desperate.”

“Good girl,” he praises, leaning down to spit again, and it feels filthy as his saliva starts to drip down, mixing with your slick.

Then he pulls away, and you whine at the loss of his touch. “T-Toji!” you bleat.

Smack! Another spank, this one harder than the previous two, less playful and more punishing. “Be patient, pup, or I really will put you over my knee.”

You turn over your shoulder to watch him, gripping the sheets until your knuckles turn white. He grabs the back of his t-shirt and tugs it over his head, revealing his muscular chest and abdomen to your eyes. Then, before you can even fully take in the sight, he runs one hand down his belly, fingers brushing the hair below his navel, leading down under the waistband of his joggers. He slowly pulls those down, then, letting you watch as his cock springs free from its confines.

He’s not wearing underwear.

Your mouth waters at the sight, and your tail wags wickedly from side to side. You want to suck him dry, but you don’t dare ask out of turn. Instead, your eyes lift to meet his, and he grins at you, a cocky smirk crooking his scarred lips. It’s clear he knows he’s gorgeous, and he uses it to his advantage.

Then he takes his cock in hand, the head blushed a pretty pink, and starts slowly, teasingly, rubbing it up and down your slit.

You whimper, aching to not rock your hips back and force him inside. Instead you wait, like a good girl, because maybe if you behave he’ll keep you longer, he’ll wait to hand you over to your new owner.

Maybe he won’t give you away at all.

Then, with one soft slap to your swollen clit that makes your hips jump, he slowly pushes inside, inch by aching inch.

As he does, he spits again, and this time, using his saliva as lubricant, he pushes his thumb against the tight rim of muscle at your asshole, right beneath where your tail sits.

You jump at the sensation; no one’s ever touched you there, somewhere so intimate, even more than your weeping pussy. Toji clearly notices, and he grins, humming deep in his chest as he lets the tip of his thick finger slide into your hole while he slowly fills your pussy with his cock.

Your lips fall open, stunned at just how fucking full you feel. He pushes his thumb slowly deeper, even as he slowly fucks your dripping cunt, your pussy slobbering all over his dick with slick. He groans when you clench around him, and his other hand moves to your collar, feeling the smooth leather beneath his fingers.

Then he grabs your collar and tugs backwards, and you make a soft whine as he uses the leather to choke you, cutting off your air supply. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy at the sensation of oxygen leaving your messy, sloppy, drunken brain, and it only makes you wetter, the sounds of him fucking you echoing in the motel room.

He chuckles darkly, tightening his hold on you. “Yeah, pup? You like that? Like how I’m in charge of everything, even your fucking breathing?” When you nod, he tsks playfully. “Fuck, pretty, I can tell. You’re clamped so hard around my dick, it’s like you’re tryna milk me dry. That's what you’re doing, huh? You tryna take my knot?”

You nod desperately, head starting to drop weakly at the lack of air. He eases his hold on you, letting you take a few deep breaths before he tightens his grip once more.

He groans again. “Fuck, baby, so fucking tight. Like you’re choking my dick. I’ll give it to you, pup, I’ll give you my knot, ‘kay? Gonna have my fucking puppies, gonna breed this perfect fucking cunt.”

He lets his grip lighten again, allowing you to respond to what he’s asking, what he’s telling you. You whine loudly, feeling him fuck you even harder. “Toji!” you cry, your voice hoarse as your hips cant backwards into his, driving his dick further into your pussy and his thumb deeper into your ass. At this angle, he hits your g-spot perfectly, the tip of his cock rubbing against it at the bottom of every thrust.

You can feel the base of his cock swelling, threatening to plug you full.

Toji’s breaths start to come a little faster, a little more ragged. “Oh, fuck, pretty puppy, I’m close. I’m gonna cum right in your fucking womb, fill you up with my puppies. Get ready, baby, it’s coming– Oh, f-fuck–”

And then, with one last violent thrust, his knot shoves inside your waiting pussy, and you cry out at the mixture of pleasure and white-hot pain at the tight plug.

Toji cums, and cums, and cums, and it’s almost incessant, how much seed he spills into you. You almost feel swollen with it already, feeling it slosh around against your cervix.

He holds your hips there, groaning into the back of your shoulder as his hips stutter into yours. And then, when he falls quiet and still, you both breathe a sigh of relief.

You stay like that for several minutes, locked in place by his knot. Once, you try to move, to let the arch of your back fall straight, but that just pulls at the knot and makes you yelp and whimper in pain.

His big hand comes to smooth your hair, soothing you, like any alpha should. “It’s okay, pup,” he says, voice gruff. “Just a few more minutes and you can relax.”

You whimper again, but you trust him to know what he’s talking about. So you stay still as he slowly softens and as the swelling of his knot slowly goes down. Then, only once he’s pulled out and leaves you empty do you sag, boneless, into the mattress.

He chuckles breathlessly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and dragging you into position, right at his side, chest to chest. He lets you lie against him, your face pressed into his shoulder, and his fingers trace up and down your spine, sending a shiver through your sore body.

You didn’t expect him, so brash and brutal, to be good at aftercare. Yet here he is, holding you close, letting you come down from his rough treatment of you.

And then, in the quiet of the room, he says gruffly, “Fuck that guy. I’m not selling you to him.”

Your body goes still, and you pull back to look at him, blinking. His expression is serious, almost a little challenging, like he expects you to fight him.

“Sorry, pup,” he says, staring into your eyes. “You’re stuck with me.”

At that you can’t help but giggle. Why does he think you ever wanted to leave? He gives you an incredulous look. “Fuck you laughing at?” Then he pinches your hip, shaking his head and grumbling, “Little brat.”

But despite his words, he holds you close for the rest of the night, and every night after.

thanks for reading! -luna xx next: the naughty puppy

[piistaciio]

The “Home Care Attendant” ™️ DCA AU

(all subject to change as i expand on this au)

Fazbear gets into some legal trouble that nearly puts them out of business, forcing them to lie low for a while and shut the plex's doors to visitors while things are sorted.

In an attempt not to lose money, Fazbear had the idea to use their daycare attendant as a ‘home care’ attendant. Considering it was already reprogrammed once to look after small children, Fazbear thought, 'Why not?' A caregiver wasn't that much farther off, right? :)

Rebranded as the "Home Care Attendant"(™️)

…

Takes place after Security Breach, Gregory does not mutilate the other animatronics to be able to escape the plex/stay safe until morning.

This AU uses the idea of Vanny being the one to infect Moon with a virus that makes him hostile in the night. 

But as Fazbear lies low, Moon finds he’s.. in control of himself again? And it stays that way as they are reprogrammed and fitted for their new job. 

Sun and Moon got to coexist with each other without fear, catch up, and grow close again in the couple of weeks it took for Fazbear to get them all sorted.

…

Cut to one of Cio’s (my insert/sona) online friends seeing this ad for an in-home caregiver robot, ‘for any age!’

They know their friend has been struggling lately, even though she doesn't think so.

So one day there's a knock on Cio's front door and there's a truck unloading this giant ass box???

She tries to make her friend take it back cause ‘omg wtf how expensive was this???’ 

Friend said too bad, the company they bought it from was adamant about no refunds, and they didn't need an in-home robot caregiver.

“If you rly don't need it, just resell it.”

…

Cio eventually accepts, at the end of the day, when is she ever going to be able to see a robot in person ever again, let alone own one? In this economy???

Especially as a former retail worker on unemployment, using art as a secondary income.

Has to sign a thick pamphlet of liability forms to be able to use it.

Cio skims and signs (we all hate reading terms, but girlie pls)

Comes with a concerningly thinner user guide, as if it was hastily put together or written with the bare minimum legal content needed to ‘sell’ the DCA to the public and generate extra money for Fazbear.

As well as only a singular, fine print, Fazbear branding in an inconspicuous spot on their packaging.

Shit feels sketchy but there are also no refunds/returns.

“The HCA comes fully charged and ready to help you in your day-to-day life!”

That was a damn lie.

…

[Mini drabble for their beginnings below]

Cio squinting at the vague ass instructions of this, intimidatingly larger than she thought, robot is sat in the middle of her living room floor.

“So I just…” squints at the pages, “Wait, why do I have to plug it in if it's supposed to be charged?? Ugh, this is feeling more and more scammy by the second..” 

She looks closely at the robot again, its blank sun and moon-themed face and well-built body.

“But it is like an actual fully made robot or- whatever, so maybe not?” Shrugs as she opens the back panel and connects its cord to the extension cord she had plugged into the wall to be able to reach it.

Lights flicker but don't quite trip the breaker

“Oooo boy.. you take a lot of power. I better go unplug some stuff;;”

Comes back and looks the bot over, wondering and checking with the bare minimum instructions on how long this “fully charged” robot was going to take to turn on.

“Bro.. They shouldn't have even included these instructions if they were gonna be this vague about them-” eyes widen as she reads down, “ ‘charging can take anywhere between 5 and 15 hours???’ Ughhhh…”

Cio sighs, looking around, then looking at the bot, “You better be worth it,” she huffed, booping its flat nose.

…

It takes halfway into the night for Sun and Moon to be fully charged. And by that time, in the dark/very dim ‘candlelight’, it's Moon who comes out first, Sun's rays tucking in and his hat popping out.

They hadn't been turned on since Fazbear tweaked them to be what they are now. Why waste the power of a currently closed plex on charging animatronics waiting to be bought?

Moon groaned, body's joints stiff from lack of motion for who knows how long, Fazbear left them uncharged.

[[🌙: Ugh.. Sunny..? ☀️: I'm here.. are we.. 🌙: Yeah.. I think so.. Oh- huh ☀️: what?? What is it?? 🌙: I think I just met our charge. ☀️: Really?? Oh I wanna meet them too!! Do they look nice?? 🌙: That'll have to wait, they're asleep ☀️: Asleep?? Aww…]]

Moon looks down at the sleeping form on the floor in front of him. Hair tousled, cheek smeared with graphite from their sketchbook, as they breathed quietly.

Moon huffed. 

They had no knowledge about the person in front of them or what they were like, but it wasn't in his programming to leave someone uncomfortable as they slept.

He unplugged himself from the extension cord and closed their panel. His metal strained as he stretched, flexing his fingers and such before gently and carefully picking up the short human, taking care not to disturb them.

In such a small home, it didn't take him long to find their bedroom. If he had a working nose it would have wrinkled at the messy state of the room.

[[🌙: it's a good thing you're aren't out right now, Sunny ☀️: what, why?? 🌙: messy.. ☀️: Mmmmm- 😣]]

Moon snickers quietly as he lays the human down in their bed, covering them with their blanket. Cio shifts a bit to get comfortable but doesn't stir beyond that.

On a full charge, Moon takes the time to poke around the home, while getting scolded by Sun about privacy and such.

And after tidying a little bit, takes a seat on the bay window in their new charge’s room, looking up at the night sky. A bit in awe, they'd never really gotten a good look at the outside, having been in the 'Plex their entire lives.

...

Unsure if I will make an actual fic about this AU, but this is the world any art of my sona and the boys will be based in!

Thank you for giving it a read! ♥

And feel free to hop into my asks with any questions you may have!

[prince-dolls]

My first regret purchase and turning it around!

Warning- this got a little long lol. Doll transformation pics at the end!!

Soo, over a month ago I finally received a doll that I've been waiting for for weeks, but what was supposed to be a happy day turned into dread as I realised that I did not like her. Now, no shade to anyone who has her and loves her! I hope you do, since she deserves it. She's just not for me.

It shouldn't have been that way; I did my research and waited for two weeks before ordering it to make sure it wasn't just an impulse buy. I looked trough all the pictures and I loved them.

It just wasn't meant to be, I guess.

She's been sitting on my desk for over a month. I tried posing her in interesting ways and changing her outfit, but it didn't work. I was scared of personalising and drastically changing her, just in case I decided to resell. But still, nothing worked, and seeing her just filled me with dread and regret. It made me dislike her even more, to the point of not just disappointment over her but actually hating her.

Finally, I decided to talk to my boyfriend about the situation. He doesn't know anything about dolls, but he'll happily listen to me ramble about anything, which is one of the best ways to find solutions (if you don't have a boyfriend, talking to a friend/toy/imaginary person works the same way!). I realised that it was honestly just the doll's head that bothered me. As it happens, I have a doll on the way whose head I could take- I wasn't planning on using it anyway. The neck peg fit, and so I went on to make plans to totally change the doll! The original:

Looking back, she's really not the worst. It was just my regret taking over, but I'm happy I ended up changing her.

Now, for the transformation! I transed the doll hehe^_^ I made this lil edit and fell in love with him instantly. The head is from UfDoll Doremi series. I don't have it yet, but the neck peg fits so I think the head should too. I want him to be a sheep-satyr!

First thing I did was the dye job on his legs. The original white was a little strange to me with the hair tufts. I think the brown gradient looks much nicer, and it makes the hooves so much prettier!

Since I don't have the head yet, the only thing left to do was clothes!

I really like how his outfit came out! I gave him a ring as an anklet and a hair-adornment for his arm. The loincloth is made from an old pair of pants. I made the scarf by sewing a rectangle into a tube and putting a piece of wire inside, so it keeps the shape.

All in all, I'm so happy with him now, he's so much better and I finally love him as he deserves<3

[littlemarianah]

Prompt: “How am I supposed to focus when you look at me like that?”

@tetheredfeathers and I started a challenge to write a text between 500 - 1000 words with this prompt.

Click >here< to see her version of this.

Just something fun to pass the time... I ended up writing my new non-reaped AU project, where Katniss and Peeta never go to the games.

I'm tagging these three incredible and talented writers to continue our challenge.

@mollywog @nightlocked-in @rainymyx

title:

The streak of luck.

A tide of luck had swept over me the last few weeks. Spring is always the best time of year to find things in the woods, but this year I outdid myself. I found two bee hives full of honey. It was very painful and I spent days recovering from the bee stings, but I managed to bring two bags full of honeycombs to sell on the rob. Honey is a rare item in district twelve, so it made me a lot of money.

I think that since spring began, there hasn't been a day that goes by that I don't come home with something to sell with. From juicy wild berries to Turkeys, swallows and wild dogs. I've been finding things more valuable lately.

This month, we had the luxury of spending more stuff than just on food. I was able to buy new boots for Prim, cold coat for me and a supply of oils for my mother to make ointments and resell.

And in the end there was still money left. So I bought a sewing thread and a needle. I grabbed my mother's old white dress from the back of the closet. She and Prim did all the repairs for me. Then I took my dress to Hazelle and paid her a good amount to wash it. She asked me for bleach, to remove the yellow stains from age and mold. Then she asked me for violet fabric paint. It was difficult to find something like that on the black market, it ended costing me a whole rabbit.

I was afraid it would turn my dress purple, but she said that the dye mixed in hot water removes all the yellow stains and makes the dress white like never before.

She was right. It was so beautiful it looked like I had bought it brand new.

As I get older and become more and more like my mother, her dress looks more and more like it was made out for me. The straight cut at the collar makes my long neck - which Peeta praises so much - stand out. The long sleeves hide my thin arms. The tight waist makes it my hips look more accentuated than they actually are. It's a simple dress, it looks like a nightgown. However, its fabric is so elegant that I look like a bride from the big city.

My mom puts my hair in a low bun and Prim makes a lavender flower crown to match spring.

The shoes I will wear are a problem. I only have my beat-up hunting boots and old school shoes. None suit the occasion. My mother's shoes are beautiful, but they are so tight on me. I refuse to spend the whole afternoon limping.

There is a third option, which I don't like very much. There are the shoes I used to wear at the reaping. The last time I wore them I was 19 years old, two years ago. This blue heels are so old they look gray.

I wish I had thrown them away, but you can never waste resources like that. Shoes are expensive. Even if they don't bring back good memories, they are still valuable. My mother cleans them and rubs them with lard to make them shiny. I feel weird, but it's my best option at the moment.

So here I am, dressed like a spring bride. And there he is, dressed like a merchant groom. Waiting for me at the door of the Justice Building.

He has combed his hair back and applied gel to keep the curls in place. A perfectly ironed white shirt, black pants with a silver buckle belt and a brown suit over everything, which make his shoulders pointy. He's perfect. On his feet are also his reaping shoes.

“You look so beautiful." he says.

“You too." I reply.

Then we link our arms and wait until they call us. I feel the heat radiating from Peeta. He doesn't usually get nervous, but today his forehead shines with sweat and he fixes his collar compulsively. So far I've counted five times in the last two minutes.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Oh, my brother lent me this shirt. It's itchy" He groans, awkwarly. I smile at him and he seems to relax.

There are several couples around us, waiting too. Everyone wants to get married in the spring.

Many young women in white. Some with lacy and chic dresses, others with old and yellowed, but all the same holding the hands of their lovers. The young men, one exhausted by work, one covered in coal dust, and another with elegant blue suits and shiny shoes.

We are all there, waiting to get to our turn.

When the door finally opens the old man calls out "Thompson" in a deep voice.

Then a couple enters, the girl with a veil and a garland and the boy with a leather hat. The two are shaking with so much excitement, they are completely in love. Still too young to free themselves from the burden of the Hunger Games. It's not good luck marry before you're 19. So I sigh, and wish them good luck on next summer.

After a few minutes, the couple leaves smiling and receives a round of applause from their family members who are waiting for them outside.

Then the man screams again "Greenwood".

An older, handsome boy, next to him is a blonde girl in a flashy dress. They are accompanied by their parents, elegant merchants. I start stomping my feet anxiously. I want to end the waiting once and for all. After a couple long minutes, they finally leave the building and when I least expect it the man is shouting for "Mellark". I head towards him as if he were calling my own name.

My witness is my mother, I wanted it to be Prim, but she is still a minor. Peeta's witness is his middle brother. He seems a little uncomfortable being there, but he pats Peeta on the back to encourage him.

“Mrs. Everdeen and Mr. Mellark, is it of their own free will that you both meet here today to be united in matrimony?” says the old man.

“Yes.” Peeta said vigorous.

“Yes.” I said in sequence, quieter revealing my nervousness.

Peeta takes my hand gently and squeezes it with his sweaty palm.

I thought I was calm until this moment, now I'm sure I'm terrified. While that old man talks boring things about marriage and laws and the importance of family I get lost in Peeta's flush face. His lips are tight and raised in a restrained smile. I feel my heart skip a beat.

When the man stops talking we each receive a pen. Peeta leans over the thick book first, writing “Peeta Mellark” in cursive. Then it's my turn, my hands shake and I sigh, before finally putting the ink on the paper.

I start with the "K" of my name, with a less sophisticated calligraphy than Peeta's. Now my tremor is visible to everyone around me. Peeta's eyes are the heaviest on me, they make me blush.

“How am I supposed to focus when you look at me like that?” I sigh. He giggles and looks away as I write "Mellark." My new last name.

[rems-writing]

Hey, don't stop

》 Pairing: robber!Yunho x mysterious!oc

》 Genre/AU: Smut/supernatural AU

》 Wordcount: 2,522

》 Rating: mature

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

This is loosely based off the Don't Stop mv. I've been meaning to write this for a while lol

It was supposed to be a simple job. Break in, steal shit that was worthy of stealing and reselling, and get out as quickly as they can. Despite having no cameras in the store, the three men were frantically looking everywhere for their fourth member of this little burglary group. 

“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!” Seonghwa yelled in a panic. 

“I don’t know!” Yeosang was panicking as well. 

“Guys, if we don’t find Yunho, we’re fucked! Hongjoong is not going to be happy about this.” Jongho said calmly despite the panic in his voice. 

While the three men were panicking at the loss of their tallest friend, Yunho actually didn’t go missing. He was in the deepest part of the store, hidden from prying eyes. He was on his knees, deepthroating someone. The mystery man’s eyes were sharp and piercing as he looked down at Yunho, cooing at the sight of this seemingly tough man down on his knees for him. 

“That’s it. You’re such a good boy.”

The man speaking above Yunho wasn’t Mingi. No, Yunho and Mingi weren’t dating so this technically doesn’t count as cheating. So the question is… how did Yunho end up in this predicament? Let’s date it back to a few minutes ago.

---------------------------------------------------

“Are you sure this is the store that has the deed to our ship? It looks worn down.” 

Yunho rolled his eyes at Jongho’s question. The two men plus Seonghwa and Yeosang were holed up in the back of their rinky dink van, looking over the schematics of an antique store that Hongjoong claimed had the deed to their pirate ship. There was a vault in the store somewhere that held the deed. However, the store looked small so surely there was no way the vault could be in there. However, the four of them knew better than to question their captain’s words. If the deed was there, it was there. They looked over the schematics one last time before folding up the blueprints and stashing it somewhere safe in the van. They put on their masks, hid the van somewhere, and exited the vehicle before locating the store. Jongho was busy trying to break down the door while Seonghwa and Yeosang kept an eye out for any authorities that might be passing by. Yunho was as well, but for some reason, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He had an odd feeling that someone was watching over them. Or rather…

Just him. 

“We’re in.”

The four of them soon entered the store and checked around for any cameras. Once they deemed it safe, they took off their masks and started searching for any sign of a vault within the store. Seonghwa was checking up and down the store, Yeosang was checking left and right, and Jongho was checking every nook and cranny that was diagonal. Yunho was supposed to look for any keys that led to the vault, but he swore he heard someone whisper in his ear. At first, he brushed it off and convinced himself it was the wind. However, the whisper increased and Yunho shuddered when the eerie voice spoke some more. 

“Over here.”

Yunho kept whipping his head around for the source of the voice, wanting to believe that his friends were just messing with him. However, the three of them were busy doing their assigned task. Yunho softly hit his head with his hand, urging himself to stay focused. Suddenly, he felt the warmth of someone’s palm ghost over his lips. As soon as the skin contact was made, he was pulled backwards into the deepest and darkest part of the store. He tried fighting it, but to no avail. Whatever, or whoever, it was that dragged him would surely get punched. As soon as he was able to pry himself free, he blindly started swinging. The same hand that covered his mouth grabbed his wrist tightly and it threw him back against something soft. 

Wait…

Was he sitting on a couch?

The atmosphere around him soon lit up and he looked down to see that he wasn’t sitting on a couch. He was actually sitting on the edge of a bed. A fancy bed at that. An evil chuckle echoed within the atmosphere and Yunho’s face paled. His now clammy hands were wiping themselves down constantly on his black jeans to rid of any nervous sweat that formed on his palms. He had to take off his fingerless gloves since the feeling of them was stifling.  

“Well well well. What do I have here?”

Yunho froze as a man stepped out from the shadows. His tailored three piece suit clung to his body well and the sleeves were rolled up to show off the tattoos he had on his forearms. But that didn’t spook Yunho though. What spooked Yunho was the skeleton mask that covered half the man’s face. The man stood in between Yunho’s long legs and bent down to get a better look at him. 

“My my. Tall, handsome, blonde, and afraid. What’s your name, little boy?”

“I’m a man! Fuck you, dude.”

Insulting the man was Yunho’s mistake. He was soon lifted off the bed and slammed against the wall. The man was growling deeply and for the first time in a while, Yunho felt true fear run through his system. The man was choking Yunho slightly yet for Yunho, it felt like a death grip. 

“You break into my store and search for whatever the fuck you’re searching for yet you have the gall to insult me? You are not a man. You are a boy.”

The mask on the mystery man disappeared and Yunho’s knees almost gave out when he fully saw his face. He gulped and willed himself not to grow a boner upon seeing this handsome man. The man was a bit shorter than him, but the dominant aura exuding off him made Yunho want to cower in fear. 

“I’mma ask again. What’s your name?”

“Y-Yunho. Jeong Yunho…”

The man smirked wickedly and let him go before circling around him like he was prey. Yunho was gasping for air, coughing sporadically as he looked up at the man. He was soon pushed back to the bed and he flinched when the man carded his hand through his blonde locks. The man’s hand soon yanked Yunho’s head upwards so he was forced to look at him. 

“Yunho… as in Yunho of Halateez. Hm. What a surprise indeed.”

Yunho wanted to die right there. Not only was he captured by this hot being, but he was discovered. The man retracted his hand from Yunho’s hair and caressed the younger’s blushing face. Yunho went stiff when the man casually sat on his lap and continued studying him. 

“For a pirate, you are a beautiful specimen. Tell you what. I’ll tell you where the vault is if you give me one thing.”

HOW DID HE -

“Baby boy, I can read minds. Don’t act so shocked.”

Yunho looked away, feeling embarrassed that he was pretty much compromised. However, if he gave this man what he wanted, maybe he could walk free. He looked up at the man with pleading eyes. 

“S-Sir, I’ll do anything. We really need to reach that vault. We just want to go home.”

“Call me Ajax.”

“Ajax…”

“Much better. And are you sure you know the weight of your words and what they entail?”

“Y-Yes, sir…”

The mystery man, now known as Ajax, thought about it for a moment before sighing deeply. He soon leaned in and kissed Yunho’s lips briefly before pulling away. Yunho was surprised to say the least. Ajax smirked softly before pointing to the floor. 

“On your knees.”

---------------------------------------------------

Flash forward to right now. Yunho didn’t know how long he was deepthroating Ajax, but his jaw was tired. However, the deep groans and grunts Ajax was emitting motivated him to keep moving forward despite the pain he was feeling. His blonde hair was messed up and he was sure his knees were hurting. He didn’t care though. Soon, Ajax’s throbbing cock slipped out of Yunho’s mouth, which caused Yunho to whine. 

“Aww. You miss my dick down your throat already?”

Truth be told, it had been a while since Yunho had gotten laid so yeah. He missed it. Ajax made Yunho stand up before surging forward to claim the taller man’s lips with his. Yunho melted under Ajax’s touch as he was pushed back onto the bed. Ajax crawled on top of him and whispered in his ear. 

“Ride me like your life depends on it and I’ll let you go.”

Yunho nodded rapidly and Ajax flipped them over. With some type of magic, both men were naked and Yunho felt shy upon feeling this exposed in front of Ajax. Ajax growled disapprovingly at that and pried Yunho’s hands away from his body. 

“Don’t. You’re so sexy. Fuck, I want to be inside you already.”

Yunho squeaked at Ajax’s growl before slowly crawling towards his length and slowly sinking down onto it. He was expecting himself to feel a painful sting when he was stretched out, but for some reason, it was like he was molded to take in all of Ajax. As soon as Ajax bottomed out, Yunho moaned at the feeling of the man’s tip touching his prostate. 

“Get to it.”

Yunho started bouncing on Ajax’s dick like his life depended on it. Well… it sort of did. He still had no idea what Ajax was. He knew that he wasn’t your average store owner. However, if riding this incredibly handsome man was the way to get what he and his crew needed, he was going to do it. Ajax had his head thrown back and he was groaning sexily, obviously enjoying the pleasure Yunho gave him. Ajax grabbed Yunho’s hips and made him sit still before he started thrusting upwards at a brutal pace. Yunho’s moans grew high pitched and he held onto Ajax for dear life. Ajax didn’t mind Yunho wrapping his arms around his neck. In fact, he wanted Yunho to be as close to him as possible. He wrapped his arms around Yunho’s slim waist and continued bucking his hips upwards. 

“Please, Ajax! I’m close! Please please please!”

“Fuck, Yunho. I love it when you beg. You can cum. I can’t hold out for much longer.”

The two men soon reached their climax together. Yunho felt himself spill all over Ajax’s chest while Ajax emptied himself inside Yunho. The two were breathing heavily and Ajax stared up at Yunho, taking in his fucked out expression and loosening his hold on him. Yunho got off Ajax and sat on the edge of the bed while Ajax was deep in thought. 

“One of the books on the shelf behind the front desk is not like the rest.”

Yunho looked back at Ajax, who stared at him stoically as he got dressed. He snapped his fingers and Yunho’s clothes suddenly appeared onto his body. Yunho understood what Ajax meant and he nodded slowly. He crawled across the bed and hugged Ajax lovingly. Ajax grew stuff under Yunho’s touch but didn’t push him off. 

“Thank you.”

Ajax looked at Yunho with a newfound softness in his eyes. He weakly smiled at him before standing up. Yunho stood up as well and grabbed his gloves before turning around to leave. 

“I hope you get home safe.”

Yunho felt his heart soften at Ajax’s sincere words and he turned around to wave at him before going out the door. He soon found himself back in the store. He looked into one of the mirrors and instead of seeing a post-sex disheveled man, he only saw himself looking the same. Like he hadn’t fucked the mysterious owner of this store. 

“YUNHO!”

His three friends all hugged him and Yunho hugged them back, feeling relieved to be reunited with them. He soon let them go before pointing to the front desk. More specifically, what’s behind the front desk. 

“The vault is hidden there.”

Yeosang looked to where Yunho was pointing and slowly walked over there. He fiddled with the books before pulling one of them out slightly. The book stayed at a weird angle and the shelf opened itself up, revealing the vault right in front of their eyes. As the four of them approached the vault, Jongho immediately fished out his drill and started messing with the lock. Once the lock was off, Seonghwa pulled open the door and skimmed through the various amounts of treasure lined up on the shelves before his eyes landed on the thing they were looking for. 

The deed to their ship. 

“Quick! Let’s pack it up!”

The four of them soon packed the deed and everything else before closing the vault and exiting the store haphazardly. They all climbed into the van and drove off so they could rescue Mingi, San, and Wooyoung. Hongjoong was going to be last. The three men felt elated and talked in celebration on how this mission was successful. 

Only Yunho felt hollow when they left the store, knowing he left behind a good man. 

---------------------------------------------------

Long story short, the eight pirates made it back onto their ship. As they sailed towards the skies, the crew was quick to celebrate their hard work. They raised their mugs in the air and clinked them against each other before downing the beer and laughing wildly. There was one problem though.

There were only seven of them. 

Where was Yunho?

Yunho was holed up in his room, leaning over the sink in the bathroom. He was trying his best to keep it together, but for some reason, he couldn’t. Ajax had affected him deeply. He bent down to wash his face so he could depuff his red rimmed eyes. He had been crying for a good minute or two. After he was done, he dried his face and opened his eyes slowly. 

“Hey.”

Yunho’s eyes widened when he saw a familiar face in the reflection of his mirror. He turned around and threw his arms around the man, who immediately hugged him back. He pulled away slightly and smiled widely. 

“How did you get here?!”

Ajax smiled slowly and led Yunho to the bed before kissing his lips softly. As he pulled away, he held Yunho’s hand before showing him the insignia of a fleur-de-lis wrapped in thorns etched into the taller man’s wrist. 

“I may be Lord Death, but you brought life back into my bleak world. And for that, I owe you everything.”

LORD DEATH?!

WHAT THE F-

“Relax. You’re not going to die. Not yet. But I’mma stick around you for a long  while. Sorry if I had to do that though. It was the only way I could stay connected to you.”

“It’s ok. I don’t mind it.”

Ajax smiled brightly and brought Yunho in for another kiss before hugging him tightly. Yunho was extremely happy that Ajax was here. He couldn’t fathom leaving him behind. The only question remained though was this. 

“So how will I explain this to Hongjoong?”

[shit-talk-turner]

If she wanted to she could have easily bought a ticket for his show with her lunch money though, they're not too expensive as he is playing a mix of smaller venues and festivals. I think she must not do very much because she always has to have her schedule clear for Alex you know? Like I wondered if maybe she doesn't even enjoy going to live music because she never posts about it, but in the past she went to TLSP at least. If she wanted to see Miles or anyone else she would need to buy tickets in advance or else pay a mark up from resellers, but if she is always waiting for Alex to send for her she wouldn't necessarily know if she was able to go or not. I suppose it's for the best that Louise only likes music from artists who are dead or not touring, I cannot imagine being a musician who never attends concerts though. Even Alex who sees many performances through his work at festivals also goes to see musicians he enjoys like the Strokes or the band Whitney or Father John Misty. Maybe instead of Gainsbourg Louise actually wishes she could go see Taylor Swift but Alex won't pay for the expensive tickets! // Lunch money 😂😂😂😂

But yeah, I do actually think that Louise is secretly Harry Styles and Taylor Swift kinda girl. I'm pretty sure she doesn't really enjoy listening to someone like Nina Simone or Patsy Cline or other great musicians that Alex likes. I think she just keeps the facade for Alex, you know to be his "soulmate" and be "cool" in his eyes. But secretly she puts Jonas Brothers on full volume in her apartment😂

Doubt she even listens to AM to be honest...

^

[kim-deadja]

[100 coins have been sponsored.]

I’m waiting for them to finish getting ready so I’ll send one last one.

I am not writing anything in advance, trust me. I just have to many words to say…

12 hours of screen time is a bit of a stretch. It’s been minimum 14 and yesterday 18.. MY FRIEND SLMEHOW GOT 24hr 7m???

Figures sell out fast, which means it’ll be worth it. I don’t wanna buy resells for like $120 when the original price was just under $40.

DW DOKJA I WOKT BREAK ANHTHINF!!’ I’ve hit my head against concrete one too many times to figure out I have a hard head.. I’m not joking.. not one concussion but many ramming’s into walls and the concrete floor.

Im bored grr we’re supposed to go out but they’re sitting on the couch now… sigh ima go read probably idk probably watch videos or annoy my friends.. I DONT KNOW OKAH BHE

Go do a WPM test for me. I’m genuinely curious how fast you manage to type these paragraphs.

Also, isn’t there only 24 hours in a day? How does someone hit 24 hours and 7 minutes of screen time?

You might be able to compete with Tanjiro’s rock head at this rate.

Please do go annoy your friends instead of spamming my inbox. Thank you.

[skyllion-uwu]

> Be me Costco Food Sampler

> Mom tells me before work it is IMPERATIVE I'm not late getting out or else dinner will be cold

> Assigned Returns for shift chore

> Basically have to take unopened product to the returns

> See no returns

> Help with dishes instead because coworker doing dishes is doing it alone

> Her partner for dishes is still on the floor

> Finish with 9 minutes left in shift

> Dishes partner finally comes back

> Manager asks if anyone wants to make a return for her

> I say I will since that was my chore but there aren't any returns

> "Oh, there is! It's in the fridge :) "

> Takes out three things of meat

> "Actually you should go get a cart, there's still more here"

> Fucking fine.

> Find a cart parked by the fire exit and take it

> Manager gives me the meat and some salsa and mashed potatoes

> Gay Twink Work Friend goes "Oh oops I forgot to empty my stand!" and takes out two things of salsa

> Dishes partner gives me a box of Ritz and chip dip

> FINALLY have everything

> First time doing it alone but have shadowed another guy once this should be easy

> Go to returns with cart

> Have to wait behind two groups of people

> This shouldn't take too long

> It is now 3 minutes before the end of my shift

> Text Dad telling him I'll be late

> Finally get through 6 minutes later

> Cashier is confused by me having cold stuff

> Explain I'm a food sampler doing returns

> Her coworker says to authorize that they're resellable

> She's still confused

> "Were these bought on the same day?"

> fuckifiknow.jpg

> Her manager comes out and says the same thing as her coworker

> Tap to get refunds

> Give them the Ritz

> Directionally challenged and overall have no idea where things go

> Pass by Manager who's waiting in line with a ham in her hand

> "I'm buying a ham :) "

> That's great Manager I'm losing my mind

> By sheer luck pass by salsas and put them back

> Get to deli section

> Put the meat and dip back

> Can't find the potatoes

> Fuck it puts the potatoes on a random shelf and feels bad but I am running late and need out

> Stash cart by a bunch near check out

> Pass ham carrying Manager again

> "Someone locked us out!"

> Areyoufuckingkiddingme.jpg

> Take phone out to let Dad know

> He sent me a text asking where I am

> You're not gonna fucking believe me buddy but we got locked out of the office

> Manager returns with Costco employee

> Employee unlocks door

> Clock out as fast as I can

> Go to text Dad letting him know I'm finally out

> He passes right by me and says "I'll see you in a few minutes" as he heads to the bathroom

> FINALLY get out almost a half hour after I was supposed to

> mfw I remember my mom telling me I had to avoid being late as much as possible

[araminthe]

Tuesday, 13th of August / Mardi 13 août

────୨ৎ────

Café "Debotte", in Nantes, France.

Sleep / Sommeil : 1am to 11:30am

I'm proud for sleeping before 2am, but I got out of bed late even though I was supposed to wake up at 9:30am.

I was so tired, I guess the day before had made me really tired so I couldn't help but push back my alarm clock 😭.

Health / Santé : Ate alright; not excessively,

(which I can feel proud of, because I do tend to eat too much or snack excessively when I stay at home too much , so I'm fighting against that, and lately it's been nice.)

Today I walked 6500 steps. That's an alright dose of activity (for me).

Study / Études : 20 minutes of revision only. And 20 minutes of reading my book "kilomètre zéro". (It's a French book)

Since I got up at almost 12 today and got out with friends, I had almost no time to work.

And my family always interrupts me so it's hard to study when they're around.

And when I got home after going out, I was tired and my mind could not work, so I forced myself to read two chapters of my book at least.

My day / Ma journée :

Woke up late. Did a few things. Managed to revise for 20 minutes before going out to meet some friends.

For the first time, I got to a café, and it was with 2 bff's on top of that. (It was in my summer to do list so I can cross that) (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

And we ate some pâtisseries with coffee and hot chocolate.

I ate a "fraisier" with " du chocolat chaud à la chantilly"

The café was empty when we entered so it was just us, and we ate and talked a lot. Since it was just us, we were so comfortable, and the workers were lovely.

Our other friends are traveling so it was just us 3 from the friend group today. (Funny thing, the 2 friends I got out with today both have the same name) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Then it's already 5pm, we spent an hour talking in the cafe and one of the friend has to go.

So we escorted her and got to the "Fnac" (dunno if y'all know this store, it sells electronic devices and all types of books, it's well-known in France).

We took a tour of the store, just looking around while talking. (Friends really make life experiences a hundred times better ♡♡♡)

Then she also has to go, so I also go, I look around a bookstore that resells books. There was one I'm looking for called "Beach Read", I wanted to buy a used one for cheap but didn't find it. (I could read it in French because I live in France and the book has been translated, but I sometimes like to buy books in English so my English level doesn't decrease. And I'm glad I can buy english books in France, and they also happen to cost less than the french version, which is nice.)

Anyway, I decided to command it in a library, it should be available in less than a week.

Then, I buy some cookies for my hungry brother at home.

And on the way home, I buy myself a bubble tea and a poke bowl.

Wasn't really hungry, so that was my dinner.

When I got home I was just so tired. I wanted to sleep immediately, but it was 8pm, too early.

I preferred to wait until a more adequate sleeping time so I wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night and not be able to go back to sleep for multiple hours. 😔

Anyway, I kept myself busy, read, journaled, right now it's 11:30pm and I will now sleep immediately.

My goal for tomorrow is to wake up at 9am.

(Sleep is my worst flaw right now, and it's the hardest thing for me to improve on, waking up at 9 may seem like nothing for most people, but as ridiculous as it may sound, it's a real challenge for me. And I CAN wake up early if something obligates me, like school or other social reasons. But if it's for myself, it's almost impossible.)

Anyway. I will now sleep and wish for the better.

À plus les chouchous, on se voit demain <3.

By the way, I thought about that only know, but I know right now there are lots of tourists in France because of the Olympic games, and it's even been a few weeks that I hear multiple languages when I go out, like Italian and English, which doesn't happen usually.

Nantes, the city where I live is also part of the 10 most populated cities in France, it's not far from Paris and situated in the West, so it makes sense that people also come to Nantes.

So I was just thinking about that, if some of you are in Nantes right now let me know, I could give out multiple places to visit and lots of things to do. Nantes is an incredible city, there is so much to do.

So let me know. And have an excellent time in France and its beautiful cities. <33

[mofffun]

hello! i'm planning on trying for g-rosso s4 in march, and i would just like to ask more about your guide post for ticketing, about buying through a proxy and bypassing jp phone number verification? how would that work?

thank you for your help 😭

Proxy

This is very regional-dependent: I just search for "japan proxy" on facebook (more reliable than instagram because old people website), check their history and look for "ticketing" in the description (filter those that only buy goods or just personal travellers with no on-site agents).

You give them the show's information and they'll give you a quotation. If you agree with the price, make a deposit and they'll proceed with the lottery and refund if it fails. Some companies take a service charge regardless if the lottery succeeds.

My proxy mentioned eplus's lottery ticket will have the buyer's name printed. The G-rosso I remember is not that strict with checking ids, so I'm not too worried. More after my visit.

You'll need a prxoy if you buy through eplus (= online ticketing sites) whether or not you're joining the lottery. I used a proxy that handled everything, but there's also proxies that only handle the phone verification part. You get to register an account with your own name.

Phone verification: Echoing other posts: You need to make a call to eplus's number. Other people suggested using an 050 IP Phone or buying a Japanese SIM card from Hanacell or Mobal. But IP phones might be banned and the SIM cards only work within Japan so I'm not sure how it works either...

Redeeming the ticket: Remind the proxy to choose "pick-up at convenience store" instead of delievery, either Family Mart or 7-11 is fine. Eplus will send you a redemption code via email two weeks before the show and you can print the ticket from the convenience store machine once you land in Japan.

edit: I just realize the whole exchange happened online unlike actual goods that need to be shipped, so maybe it's not as region-specific as I thought...

Experience with S3:

Lottery: You will only be considered for one showing and you have up to three choices. You can't pick the seats, so just pick out the date and time.

Pretty much everyone on my twitter tl (jp fans) failed the Premium round, but managed to score in the General round. We reckoned it was simply because there are just too few Premium seats (38 x 3 rows = 114 seats). Some General seats are still available as of today, except the first and final showing.

The consideration of whether you MUST need the first 3 rows or you're fine sitting a bit back in the first block: If Row A-C is a must, I'd choose a less popular date and time. Not the first or final showing and Satuday rather than Sunday. For S4, I'm kinda debating if I should even bother because of the odds would be even greater now the Jeramie fans are in the race too. Though, S4 has 16 days and S3 only 9 days. I could only speculate how eplus's lottery system works and there'd be different stats maths based on that with ticket types but i digress

twitter tickets: I don't see anyone reselling Premium seats in the first week, but listings from the general round showed up at an average rate. I am seeing S3's last weekend, so the general sale opens before my weekend's seating reveal, so I grab a ticket just to be safely seated more upfront than general sale. I am cheap and waiting for last-minute (and premium) resells after the redemption date and closer to the show.

same-day tickets: The website states there will be no same-day free-seating tickets. I suppose they mean there will be no discount, but if seats are available, you should be able to buy one from the convenience store or ask the staff. I'll confirm this on-site.

three rounds of tickets:

Permium lottery

General lottery

General sale

(ticket redemption date: 2 weeks before showing)

Schedule for Feb & March:

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with the drop of the addams family skullector set, i checked mercari out of curiosity yesterday and just now…

SIGH

why buy from scalpers ?? :(( why are there listings going for $170+ and SOLD ??!! that’s double the price !! they were $90 !!!!!

i know it’s so easy to say “where else are we suppose to get them from” — like obviously resellers BUT you don’t have to pay those atrocious prices. even if you have the money, SAVE IT !! the extra money you’re putting into that set can be used for a different doll you want !! (even more so with dolls being pumped out so quickly and close together)

like, please be patient. if you can wait for release dates, you can wait for prices to lower. if no one buys from scalpers, they’ll have no choice but to lower their prices cuz they’re not gonna want to sit around with boxes upon boxes of unsold dolls they DO NOT WANT

we know this works. the proof? the bride of chucky skullector set. a lot of people didn’t like them so there was less chance of them dumping $200+ on them. with no one buying them, look at them now. they’re selling for retail price, sometimes even LESS. initially when they came out there were fresh ebay listings that had them for $300+ so we know not buying works !!

again, please don’t buy from scalpers, they’ll lower their prices if you don’t. there’s no reason to pay so much money. this hobby is suppose to be fun and NOT expensive. and it really isn’t. save for dolls and buy what you like. you’re not gonna like or need every release. i know i didn’t (lenore, outta fright operetta, creature skullector), so i skipped those and feel like i missed nothing. for play line dolls, they’re widely available for over a year and sales happen sometimes. it’s okay to wait !! when you were a kid, you didn’t get every doll, so why do you want every single one now ?? you don’t . do you actually want that doll, or is it just hype ?? if i went by hype, i’d have every single G3 doll and that’s… a lot. way too many, so buy what you like !!

(i honestly wouldn’t have bought every G3 draculaura doll if buying her clothes and accessories separately wasn’t for a total of $30+. at that point it’s cheaper to get a new doll. we’re in dire need of fashion packs >.< i just want her to have a cute wardrobe T_T but that’s beside the point)

there’s no reason to pay ridiculous prices for a doll. take haunt couture draculaura for example. she was $75. she’s going for $300+ so people say that’s her value. i personally believe that “value” isn’t real. it’s just something we made up along the way. HC drac has a value of $75 cuz that’s what she costed. i see listings going (and sold unfortunately) for $300+ and she’s NOT in box or her box is scuffed, or her stand is broken. like be so fr. her being out of box, box is scuffed or stand is broken… by this logic shouldn’t that decrease her value ?? out of box ?? $60. scuffed box ?? $65. broken stand or missing pieces ?? $50 (or less depending how much she’s missing tbh). why ?? cuz if you had bought her brand new for $75, she would’ve came with everything and in her box and a less chance of her box being damaged (it happens but not always). she would be fine, so why pay $300+ for an incomplete doll ?? even brand new in box, she was $75. maybe a little more cuz collector and so people get back what they initially spent with taxes and shipping. anything else is overboard (even more so when the rest of the dolls from the same line do NOT go for that much). scalpers see people are willing to pay these prices, so they keep doing what they’re doing. please stop encouraging them. scalpers set the price and collectors perpetuate it

“some releases only increase over time” — because people won’t stop paying those prices. the more we pay, the more prices rise. they’ll keep pushing it because they can and we let them know it’s okay. i hate that people miss out on drops of dolls they actually love and want because scalpers buy them all. sure you could argue that’s no one’s fault and it isn’t… until we give into buying from them. again, we let them think it’s okay, so they keep doing it. missing out is already bad enough, but knowing you missed out because a fellow collector who loves the dolls got them over a scalper is less painful and we’re happy for our fellow collector. a collector having a doll isn’t gonna make another angry. it’s the scalpers who do. that’s different

point is: this hobby should be fun and not cost you a pretty penny and requires patience. desperation is not an excuse to pay those prices. again, if you can wait for release dates, you can wait for prices to lower

[tobiasdrake]

Back to work. Two more cameras to plant, now with my awesome bestie to assist.

These are such weird places to plant surveillance cams. Inside a phone booth, a bus stop, and now a vending machine. Shachi said it was to catch cops in the act of police corruption but these are bizarrely mundane locations.

It doesn't have a cable. It's just a little box. You didn't tell me to plug in a cable. Am I supposed to plug in a cable? I assumed it was wifi! You have to tell me these things, man!

We could go into that hotel across the street. Y'know, the one that I don't have a room at but like to filch free meals from. And the one that Fubuki has a room at but likes to buy coffee from so she can resell it at markup.

That hotel. It's right there. Let's go there.

Or we can hang out in the damp and cold outside the hotel. That's fine too, I guess. (I am never going to be allowed to partake of delicious hotel amenities.)

At least it's a chance to chill with Fubuki and shoot the shit.

I shouldn't be surprised that the Clockfords are responsible for managing time but I am nonetheless. Are you assholes the ones to blame for that whole Daylight Savings Time kerfuffle!?

I want so badly for Fubuki's Forte to be some manner of time manipulation. I've been wanting it ever since I found out her last name is Clockford but now I want it even more.

Follow your dreams, Fubuki. If it means you don't inherit the family business, so be it! Birthright nepotism is but one of many ways corporate culture is just feudalism.

(I half-expect that the chapter murder is taking place while we're hanging out and waiting for Serval to get back to us.)

Let's talk about you some more, bestie. Why'd you become a detective?

The cynic in me thinks that Fubuki was banished from her rich time-family because they didn't think she was smart enough to inherit the company. But... I don't know....

Fubuki's parents kicked her out of the family and made her join the WDO, but then she says she breezed through the training and exams super easy. It was so effortless that it's not even memorable - Which, in fairness, she has memory problems so that might not mean anything.

But if it was so easy, that implies one of two things:

1 - Fubuki is fucking brilliant, and only seems outwardly simple because of her inexperience, unconventional way of thinking, and possibly some genuine disabilities pertaining to memory. Which is what I've been pushing for a while. 2 - Fubuki's family cared enough about her future to pay off officials and get her certified.

I'm sticking by #1 because she probably wouldn't have a Forte if she was rushed through Master Detective certification on the Rich Family Bribe track.

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This, and I'll add, vast secondhand market in clothing. That one simple tunic would cost the equivalent-in-labor of a new car today, and it would change hands as many times as one.

People in Ye Olden Times--the earliest garments we have evidence of, up through the middle ages (and well beyond, for all but the wealthiest people)--didn't wear simple, box-shaped garments because they didn't know how to sew anything fancier.

They did so because a Big Rectangle had the most resale/re-use value, since it could be tied, laced, belted, or otherwise fastened to fit a wide range of bodies. The same garment could be worn throughout pregnancy, as well as before and after. If it was no longer needed, it could be passed down or sold to virtually anyone. And when it became worn at the seams or hems, it could be re-sewn as a slightly smaller rectangle, and still fit a lot of people.

In Renaissance Europe, clothing got a lot more structured--and to a significant degree, this was as a status symbol. If you wore a fitted, short jacket over tights and those silly-looking puffy shorts (or a doublet, nether-hose and trunk hose), everybody who saw you would know that you could afford to buy all that fabric and then waste a bunch of it by cutting it into very specific shapes.

And if it fit well, then they'd also know that you were (probably) the first owner of said garments. Because the clothes were still expensive, they'd still be passed down, but there was a lot more need for clothing resellers, where secondhand clothes could wait for a buyer whose body they would fit. (Used clothing was a common gift or tip for servants, and if it was something they couldn't wear, they'd sell it.) In this way, clothing styles would percolate their way down the class ladder, both in the form of actual garments that had once belonged to a very rich person, and dupes made with simpler/cheaper materials and techniques, and perhaps modified for practicality.

And that's how you get fashion cycles: once something starts showing up on too many of the common people, the rich would move on, either exaggerating the trend to a point that, outside of that fashion context, looks ridiculous--

Like these silly, silly shoes:

(Note: these are probably exaggerated; the name of this picture is "Young Man Meeting Death," and we're presumably supposed to see him as a frivolous type of person who is about to find out why he should have lived a more serious and pious life.)

--or going in a different direction entirely.

So yeah, if you're writing secondary-world fantasy, give some thought to where the clothes are coming from, and how that's going to affect the styles and choices the characters make. If your working-class character in a Vaguely Medieval Fantasy Land is wearing fitted clothing, either that society has magic spinning and weaving technology, or your character is a serious fashionista/o, who is putting in a lot of time and effort into the project.

Similarly, if that type of setting has courtiers in a dazzling variety of impractical and elaborate garments--and several different outfits of it apiece--that implies a significant degree of urbanization and upward mobility, driving a secondhand market for those items, as well as providing the skilled labor to make and maintain those types of clothes. (You know these?

There was an entire trade centered on washing & ironing these things. Separate from actually making them, I mean. It involved tiny, specially shaped irons, and buckets of starch. Royalty or major nobility might have a servant dedicated to this highly specialized labor, and people a little lower on the ladder would send them out to be done. Ideally, you'd have each of your ruffs washed and re-set every time you wore it; people did re-wear them to save money, but they got droopy fast--hence the emphasis, in paintings featuring this trend, of crisp stiffness.)

@lingerie_addict has a really cool thread on ancient fashion over on twitter.

Those source links are here

cambridge.org

Youtube

ucl.ac.uk