#But the most recent one THE GOLD AND PINK ONE is good too

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Wang YiBo and His Tiny Handbags

Wang YiBo’s recent photo drop for SDC6 brought back to mind (well it’s always on MY mind, but it seemed to remind everyone else) his love for tiny handbags.

So please enjoy this selection of Wang YiBo’s tiny handbags:

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。AKADEMIYA GOSSIP — ALHAITHAM.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 alhaitham’s attire elicits a response you’re not all too happy with through the akademiya

☽ contents ⋮ gn! reader, jealous! reader, mentions of girls taking an interest in alhaitham but reader is unspecified, you sit on his lap, sfw + fluff

☽ notes ⋮ you had jealous haitham. now have jealous you

personally, you think alhaitham needs to get rid of that awful skin tight top of his. it’s an outrage—it’s unfair, really, always serving as a distraction for you with his sculpted abs and defined pecs taunting you at the most improper of times.

but that’s not even the worst part—recently, there’s something much more concerning than the distraction of his (very well-maintained) physique.

“you know, i think they should consider giving you a work uniform for this position,” you mumble, and there’s a slight pout on your lips that makes alhaitham pause as you gesture at his attire, “this isn’t very appropriate for a high position such as grand sage.”

he raises a brow, putting his pen down.

“acting grand sage,” he corrects, “and are my fashion choices not up to your standards?”

“that’s not the problem,” you mumble, “your terrible eye for clothing is your problem, not mine.”

“well, that’s wonderful to hear. i wouldn’t want to inconvenience you with my lacking aesthetic,” he says sarcastically—because everything is always a quick witted reply with him, and you send a glare his way through a huff.

“the problem here is the way your clothes fit.”

this time, there’s a very visible and very deep pout on your face—if alhaitham wasn’t as good with self control as he is, he might even have marched across the room and kissed it off by now. instead, he only gives you a quizzical look before he turns back to his…endless pile of papers.

“and what do you mean by that?”

the question alone is all the encouragement you need to dramatically fall back on the couch you’re seated at, arm falling to cover your face as you sigh with a little more emphasis than you really need. it’s so like you—so typical to bring out the theatrics, and it’s so like him to roll his eyes and mumble about how you’re over exaggerating.

and yet, somehow, it works. everything about you and alhaitham works—even as you glare his way while he rolls his eyes, even as you whine about everything while he always has that same dry tone, even as you jump to conclusions while he thinks through everything meticulously. somehow, it always works—which is why you refuse to let those filthy, home wrecking girls from the akademiya come anywhere near your (slightly irritating, but very attractive) boyfriend.

“today i overheard two girls talking about your abs. two! only archons know how many other people have been talking about them—”

he clears his throat, cutting you off and silently hoping you don’t notice the slight blush on his cheeks as he mumbles, “well, there’s not much you and i can do if other people—”

“and just imagine if they’ve stared at your tits! this is horrible—”

“i don’t have tits,” he hisses, “why must you always insist on calling them that—”

“oh no,” you croak woefully, cutting him off as you ignore him, “they can’t have your tits. you have to stop wearing that tight shirt, our relationship depends on it,” you insist.

“you can’t be serious—”

“in fact, i think you should just wear the akademiya robes. they won’t be able to stare at much of anything if you wear those.”

“and if they stare at my face?” he raises a brow, lips quirked slightly in amusement even has the lingering flush of pink still grazes his skin.

and he looks beautiful like that—soft rays of sun kissing the silver strands of hair so they look golden, flowing over his skin and letting shadows nestle into the sharp slopes of his cheekbones. you can’t see from where you are, but you know there are flakes of gold lit up in those teal eyes of his—the same eyes you glare into when you’re mad, the ones you meet first thing in the morning, the ones you can’t look away from as you whisper i love you like a secret you’ve held onto in this life and the last.

you crinkle your nose, clearly distressed at the idea of people fawning over his features, and he can’t help but smile gently at the sentiment.

“you’re right,” you nod, “you face is also very attractive. maybe you could—”

“i think you’re looking too deeply into this,” he says, making your face twist into a scowl.

“this is serious,” you hiss, and the way he blinks at you like you’re crazy earns him a harsh glare, “have you not listened to people speaking of you? grand sage alhaitham looks soooo handsome today,” you mock in a high pitched voice, “i think his muscles look larger than yesterday.”

“i don’t concern myself with akademiya gossip,” he shrugs, “as long as it causes no trouble for me—”

“well this time it will cause trouble for you,” you narrow your eyes, “acting grand sage or not, you aren’t immune to sleeping on our lovely living room couch.”

and you’re stubborn like this sometimes, irrational and just a little flawed in your logic, but alhaitham finds his chest constricts anyway, finds that even when he can’t make sense of you, that faint thrum of his heart tells him he doesn’t need to. so he rolls his eyes, holds out an arm for you that makes you scoff even as you instantly make your way over.

and when you seat yourself on his lap, arms twisting around his neck as his settle for your hips, you faintly think that the akademiya girls would lose their minds if they saw you like this—like you’re the earth’s core pressed to his hands, like you’re the center of his entire universe.

“it’s a bit unfair to punish me for what other people say,” he hums, making you huff.

“and it’s unfair walking around like this when you’re heavily committed in a relationship,” you accuse, poking at his chest as he chuckles.

he presses a gentle kiss to your nose, lets his eyes close and his breath exhale softly as you cup his cheeks. and even with the endless pile of paperwork on his desk and that meeting he’s forced to join after this, alhaitham enjoys being the akademiya’s grand sage just a little bit if it gets you worked up like this—if it gets you to pay a little extra attention to kissing him and tugging him closer.

and when your fingers slip into his hair, and his thumb rubs circles into your hips, there’s an unspoken truth between you that makes you smile to yourself.

i love you, you think.

i love you, he knows you know.

© saetoru do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend on platforms outside tumblr such as tik tok

[dellalyra]

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝘕𝘦𝘶𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

pixie says: this is my first foray into writing for genshin but neuvilette is too pretty to ignore and if you notice i am writing for another tall man with white hair no you didn’t.

The Chief Justice of Fontaine was an elusive man. Aloof, serious, logical. The air of grace and elegance that flowed from his body and being put the most beautiful of swans to shame. The way he carried himself with such poise and dignity, made it clear why he was so very respected throughout Fontaine. His air of unattainability was echoed by the ever polite, kind-yet-distant way he interacted with others. That, and the obvious - that level of otherworldly beauty. It was what first struck the traveller upon meeting Neuvilette - such beautiful features, graceful and sharp like the man himself. Hair as white as freshly fallen snow with those odd blue horns (it became quite clear to the traveller that they were horns - since there was no way in Celestia that the Iudex was not the Hydro Dragon).

Yet - that day, at the grave of Navia’s father - it was clear as day that there was a deep, painful, lingering sadness in those beautiful eyes.

Lumine hoped he wasn’t alone.

The life of a dragon can be a lonely one.

An invite to dinner had arrived for Paimon and Lumine, from Navia - a thank you for their help during the trial. Following the etiquette she had been picking up on in each nation, it was customary to bring a gift to the host in Fontaine which lead her to wandering the streets in search of a florist. Lumine may have been very adept at gathering flowers and plants - however floristry arrangements were never a skill an intergalactic traveler and the sword of Teyvat had ever picked up on.

The pale blue front of the flower shop was immaculately painted and decorated with gilded lettering ‘la gueule de loup’ - which according to Paimon meant Snapdragon.

What an odd name, she hadn’t seen a single snapdragon in Fontaine.

“Bonsoir! If you need any assistance, please let me know!” A cheerful voice echoed from the door behind the cream counter.

“Hello! We would like to buy a bouquet please!” Paimon responded - ever the duo’s spokesperson.

At that, a woman in a pale pink apron came around the corner. Hair haphazardly pulled up atop her head secured with a pencil and a dark blue ribbon - a cream, soft blouse tucked into a dark blue layered skirt atop white stockings and navy and gold boots, a n embroidered blazer sat atop a chair which matched the woman’s skirt. She smiled brightly at the pair in front of her - and Lumine’s breath hitched when the shining tone of her eyes caught the evening sunlight, an otherworldly quality to her aura.

“A bouquet? Well, good thing you’re in a flower shop! I might have some flowers we could piece together!” She said, giggling as she gestured to the sea of flowers engulfing the store.

Paimon smiled and laughed and Lumine followed suit.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lumine and Paimon - I was hoping I would get to run into you soon.” She said as she collected a basket to gather her supplies.

“You know us?” Paimon asks.

“Sweetheart, I think everyone in Teyvat knows you. The brave and beautiful outlander and her clever guide. However, my husband was in attendance at the most recent magic show and trial - so I became privy to all of the inside scoop.” She smiled.

“You did not attend? I thought all of Fontaine was there.” Lumine spoke up.

“Ah, I tend to not get involved with the trials, I am delivered a rundown of the days events in the evenings. Yet I have been to several of the twins magic shows, such fantastic entertainment! I do love them so. Such gentle children, too, Lyney and Lynette.” The woman’s eyes lit up and an air of an excited child permeated her face. Lumine quirked a brow at the woman calling the twins ‘children’ for she looked no older than 25.

“Now! What’s the occasion?” Hands placed on her hips, the woman smiled at the travellers.

“Miss Navia asked us to dinner this evening, and we’ve been told a gift is a Fontainian custom.” Paimon speaks.

“Ah! Well, for Miss Navia you will need some clematis - her favourites. Edelweiss for courage, which you have both shown in the past few weeks. Hydrangeas for understanding - blue, I think. Iris for trust. Nasturtiums for victory. Rosemary for scent and also for remembrance of her dearest father, with some added sweet pea as a thank for you a lovely time.” The woman says, mostly to herself as she wanders the store - quickly picking up bunches of flowers from the jars in which they lay. Paimon and Lumine’s eyes were wide as if the woman spoke in tongues.

“Wow! I didn’t even know flowers could mean all that! Lyney only told us a few! You sure know your stuff, Mrs. Florist!” Paimon squealed, amazed.

The woman threw her head back in laughter.

“Y/N is fine, sweethearts. A book could be told in flowers alone. Flowers are nothing but truth, they exist for beauty and healing - and I admire them greatly.”

“You knew Miss Navia’s father?” Lumine asks, gentle voice contrasting Paimon’s outburst.

“I knew him well. A very good man, loyal endlessly and thought of Navia as his entire world. A life taken too soon in protection of his child - I lay flowers on his grave every month, mortal lives are so fragile - they must be treated with respect, no matter the circumstances.” She says, hands deftly manoeuvring the flowers into a piece of sponge.

Lumine quirked a brow.

“Mortal?”

“A state in which neither of us reside, Miss Lumine.” The woman responds with a wink and a smile.

It was logical that Lumine was not mortal, yet the explanation of this woman before her also not being so seemed to make many things far more understandable.

Just then, a patter of footsteps outside the store came trotting in through the front door.

“Mama!” A small voice called.

“Liath! Hello, sweetling!” The woman pauses her arranging and comes around the counter and leans down. Lumine spins and expects to see a child - perhaps with the florists hair.

What she didn’t expect was a Melusine.

“Papa wishes to know if you’d like to have a picnic together this evening, when he is finished at the Palais.” She asks, picking a small rose and placing it in her mother’s hair.

“Tell him that sounds wonderful, I am closing the shop soon and I meet him at the office. Thank you, Liath. Come here, let me fix your ribbon.” Y/N smiles and adjust the ribbon on the lapel of the melusine’s lapel.

“Thank you, mama. Bye bye!” She says, kissing her on the cheek and skipping out the door.

“Mama?” Lumine asks.

“Ah - not biologically. Yet, my and my husband’s nature has led us to a parental standing with the melusine’s. They are all our children, regardless of what soil they grew from.” She says, wrapping up the bouquet in a swathe of blue ribbons. Lumine wonders if by nature, did she mean they were both parental figures by nature or something to do with her not-mortal being. Perhaps her husband also was not human.

Lumine decided to press on the matter no more. Everyone deserved their privacy, after all.

“Et, voila! One bouquet for Miss Navia.” Y/N says, handing the bouquet to the traveler.

“How much do we owe you?” Lumine smiles, the bouquet truly was something exquisite, a talented woman indeed.

“Nonsense, lovely. You have done Fontaine a great service, consider this a small thank you. Miss Lumine, please take these peony roses also - they are a symbol of happiness, which you make me as I have heard you show great kindness to all of my children, for which I am so very grateful. For you, Madame Paimon, some purple Iris - meaning respect and intelligence for the Outlander’s clever guide.” She hands them all of the flowers, and winks at Lumine when she addresses Paimon, knowing that such words would fill the floating pixie with glee. True enough, Paimon squeals and dives to hug the woman who chuckles and kisses her cheek.

“Thank you so so much, Miss Y/N! We love them so much - Lumine, you could put it in your hair with your Inteyvat! I’ll put mine under my tiara, then we can match!” Lumine smiles and does as suggested.

“May I ask where you are meeting Miss Navia?” Y/N asks.

“Café Lucerne, however I’m not quite sure where that is.” Lumine responds.

“Ah! Well then I can walk you, if you wish?”

Just as she speaks, the door opens with a jungle of the bell as Lumine secured the flower in her hair she sees Y/N smile and walk around the counter.

“Hello, mon ange. I thought I was meeting you at the Palais.” Ah, must be her husband, Lumine thinks and she sees Paimon turn and freeze.

“Mon trésor, I am taking you on a picnic so it is only right that I collect you myself.” The deep rumble of a voice makes Lumine freeze too.

“YOUR HUSBAND IS MONSIEUR NEUVILETTE?!” Comes a squeal from Paimon.

Lumine spins on her heel and sees the owner of the familiar voice. Y/N’s hand is pressed to the far taller man’s cheek in a tender display of affection she would not have associated with the Chief Justice.

The gentle smile on the man’s face as he looks at his wife with such love is one she figures the melusine’s learned from him.

“Miss Lumine, Miss Paimon. A pleasure to see you. I see you have met the Madame Neuvilette.” He nods his head toward them.

“MADAME NEUVILETTE?!” Paimon seems on the verge of a meltdown at this information.

“Indeed. Apologies, I got so caught up in making such a wonderful bouquet I didn’t even introduce myself properly. Do forgive my lack of manners.” She says, turning and removing her apron as she begins to shut down the store for the evening.

Everything clicked into place just then.

The wife of the hydro dragon would hardly be a mortal woman. She mentioned the Palais, his attendance at both the magic show and the trial and of course the melusine’s would view the hydro dragon as their father.

The logical side of it all did little to curb the shock of seeing the intimidating Ludex and Hydro Dragon of Fontaine, the man who had taken out Childe with a simple slap being so gentle and enamoured in the face of his wife.

They way they looked at each other - that level of love had been a rare delight to find across her journey. Perhaps in how Zhongli spoke of Guizhong or Cyno and Tighnari - or how that certain someone looked at her and she at them…

“Neuv, we must show Lumine and Paimon to Café Lucerne on our way to our picnic.” Y/N says, ushering them all from the store before locking the door behind her.

The walk was short, as pleasantries were exchanged and Paimon and Y/N did most of the talking in the wake of the quiet counterparts.

“And here we are! I do hope you have a wonderful evening. My regards to Miss Navia. Do come and visit again soon, I would love to exchange tales of adventures!” Y/N smiles, before pressing a kiss to each cheek of the two outlanders.

“Indeed, the melusine’s speak very highly of you both - you must forgive the children if they become over zealous.” Neuvilette adds with a fond smile.

“Au revoir, enjoy your meal!” Y/N says, grasping her husbands arm and smiling at him. Lumine looks at them walk away toward the aquabus station entrance.

She could not quite believe her eyes when she sees the hydro dragon press a large pale hand to the smooth, undisturbed lower belly of his wife.

The sunset brightened ever so slightly.

Fontaine surely was full of surprises.

[dawn-moths]

“Pink silk, angel soft”

Nanami Kento x Female Reader

part 1 ♡ part 2

word count: 4500+

(set in my sugar daddy nanami au.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! smut, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamics, size kink, posessiveness, alternate universe (no sorcery), reader is collared, reader is called “princess, baby, baby girl, good girl, bad girl, brat, sweetheart, and angel”, multiple orgasms, oral (reader receiving), bathing together and aftercare.

*ao3 mirror*

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The dainty, delicate jingle of a pretty gold bell paired with your beautiful, breathy moans filled the master bedroom. Nanami loved seeing you like this, his perfect little angel laying underneath him in expensive lingerie of soft, satiny pink and delicate froths of white lace decorating the body he so cherished, worshipped, owned.

He was still working his way down your neck with tender kisses and teasing little nips, drinking in the way your body shuddered as he pressed his jutting arousal harder against your needy, insatiable sex, the only thing between you two being the designer fabrics of his trousers— the champagne colored ones he wore for his really important business meetings— and the thin lace of your panties, growing wetter and more ruined with each passing minute.

“Daddy, please…” you begged in a whispery whine, your eager little hands pawing for the buckle of his belt. “Can’t take it much more… I need you…”

Nanami would often scold you for being impatient, punish you if you became too bratty, but tonight, after the hell week he’d had shuffling endlessly from one meeting to the next, spending more time away from his precious baby than either of you had wanted, he craved your greed for him.

Besides, he’d been the indulgent one this time, practically pulling you into his lap to straddle him then pinning you to the couch cushions the moment he’d walked through the door and gotten his hands on you as you’d just woken from your late afternoon nap, his tie tugged loose and carelessly abandoned somewhere on the floor in the living room amidst his fervor, his suit jacket shrugged off and left draped over the arm of the furniture.

“I know, princess…” he sighed dreamily with that rich baritone of his, pulling back only far enough to gaze into your eyes, gently brushing a stray strand of your hair back from your face before kissing you lightly on the nose and saying, “But I promise if you’re patient like a good girl then Daddy’ll make the wait worth it for you.”

The butterflies that Nanami had raised and released in your tummy fluttered back to vibrant life with all the possibilities of what your Daddy could have in store for you tonight.

He never failed to surprise you, whether it was with a brand new Chanel bag in a color that matched your most recently purchased outfit or the latest pair of Miu Miu heels, an impromptu weekend getaway to northern Italy or the south of France, the lavish shopping sprees and decadent dinners and gorgeous hotel suites, Nanami had many different monetary ways to shower you in his love.

But, as nice as all the designer handbags and dresses and jewelry and extravagant trips were, there was only one thing you’d trade it all away for. And that was the feeling of your two bodies becoming one, moving in tandem with each other and creating a priceless artwork of skin and sweat, a hypnotizing symphony that could never be conducted the same twice.

Though, lucky for you, you’d never have to choose between luxury items and amazing sex, as Nanami was able to provide both in constant abundance.

At least, so long as you did your part and remained his perfect little angel. It was an easy role to play, so long as you didn’t begin to feel neglected when he became caught up with work. After the busy week he’d just had though, you’d been teetering on the edge of morphing into a disobedient little devil, willing to do just about anything to receive some of his attention, even if it meant breaking his rules and facing the whip or his belt for exhibiting such bad behavior.

Rest assured, from past experience, once you’d taken your punishment like the good girl he knew you still were deep down, Nanami would grant you the pleasure you so deserved.

So he went about exploring the familiar planes of your body, your skin silky smooth to the touch, your scent like vanilla and honey and the distinct flavor that was indisputably you.

He ran his hands over the supple hills of your breasts, down the dip of your waist and the curves of your hips, kneading the plush flesh of your thighs as he kissed you like it was the only thing he remembered how to do, savoring the way your tongue felt against his, trading each other’s breath like it was the only source of oxygen filling each other’s lungs, keeping his lips to yours until you were left breathless and panting in short, hot huffs once he finally broke away, both your lips shining with each other’s spit.

And once you regained a little bit of your senses, you looked up at him and you smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile too, because your eyes were glittering with all the adoration and devotion you held for him, knowing how much adoration and devotion he also held for you.

“Guess what?” you asked, your voice dripping with endless affection.

Nanami’s grin remained, and he prompted your question with an equally infatuated, “What, sweetheart?”

A hum of amusement found a home in your throat, and for a moment you kept him in suspense. Then you said, all velvet and rose petals, “I love you!”

Nanami never had to wonder if you really meant it.

He could’ve identified you out of a hundred other girls by a single touch alone. He could go blind and still recognize you by the way you cupped his face in your little palms and traced his sharp features as he rested his head in your lap after a long day, the sound of your lilting giggle as it echoed down the halls accompanied by the muted pitter-patters of socked feet, the way you whispered his name in the morning in that adorable, loving way of yours.

And that was because he loved you too.

He loved you more than life itself— even if that life was composed of the finest things money could buy, none of it mattered unless he could share it with you.

“I love you more, angel,” he replied, bumping his nose lightly against yours, and if you could’ve purred like the adorable little kitten you were right then, you would’ve. “More than you’ll ever even know.”

And then he was pulling you up to straddle his lap, a cute little gasp escaping your lips at the sudden unexpected movement, and Nanami sighed out a quiet chuckle as he ran his palms over your bare shoulders, down your arms, back up again.

“I take it this one’s still your favorite,” Nanami crooked one long finger under the shiny gold bell on your bubblegum pink collar, flicking it to hear that playful jingle ring out softly, “isn’t it, princess?”

You nodded, looking up at him through the fan of your lashes, the perfect picture of his demure little doll. Though he knew, aside from the looks of you— all your lace trimmed thigh-highs and ruffly knee socks, your flirty, flouncy pink and white skirts and dresses of pale blues and lavenders, the cashmere cardigans with buttons that sparkled like diamonds or were made to look like bows, some delicate jewelry laying across your collar bones or your wrists or dangling from your ears, usually paired with heeled mary janes or platform oxfords or whatever else you picked out that day because you’d deemed it the cutest— you still nurtured a little demon inside of you.

It was a devil he’d had to learn to control, to collar, to conquer, only letting her out when he decided it was time to open the cage. But once he did, so long as it was in the bedroom, at least, that mischievous little monster morphed into the desirably divine.

And it was only for him, Nanami felt a dangerous sense of pride in knowing. Only for him.

“Well it looks good on you,” Nanami complimented as he slightly adjusted the way the accessory wrapped itself around your pretty neck. Then he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his heart swelling when you nestled your cheek into his palm, those misleadingly innocent doe-eyes of yours blinking up at him and silently pleading for him to touch you more, more, more.

“Alright, baby, I know, I know,” Nanami agreed in a low, mirthy chuckle. His hands were resting on the outside of your thighs now, inching higher to toy with the thin waistband of your panties, fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the sheer ruffles sitting daintily on your hips, hooking them underneath just to tease you, to get you to squirm. “Daddy’s gonna be good on his promise, just be patient.”

Now he moved onto unhooking your bra, savoring the way such soft, pretty skin was revealed beneath the pink silk and white lace, the way your sensitive nipples perked in the cool air of the room, a wave of goosebumps raising over your flesh before fading away like a gentle wave pulling away from the shore to return back to the sea.

Nanami layed you back against the bedsheets, taking a moment to unbutton his shirt, though was interrupted by a different kind of jingling sound as your little fingers tugged lightly at the shiny silver buckle of his leather belt, a soft whine crawling its way up your throat as you looked up at him and pouted.

Normally, your Daddy would use your repetitious impatience as an excuse to punish you, in this case, most likely by edging you until you became a trembling, crying, drooling mess just begging for release, but again, Nanami guessed today he was feeling rather lenient.

Besides, he wanted this just as much as you did. He was just better at hiding it.

“Want something, sweetheart?” he asked mockingly, words dripping with condescending mirth as he quirked an eyebrow up at you, faking confusion. After you nodded, your hands finding a tighter grip around his belt and giving a quick tug to signal you wanted it off, gone, right now, Nanami cooed at you and said, “You know you have to use your words, baby. You know Daddy can’t give you what you want unless you tell him.”

Instead of abiding by his request to speak your wants, you gave a grumbled whine and tried again to unbuckle his belt, which caused Nanami to grab up both your wrists in one of his strong palms, movement swift and smooth, pinning them above your head and actually seeming to startle you for a second.

Your heartbeat stuttered before leaping back to fast-paced life between your ribs as Nanami glared down at you, his face only inches from yours, the dim light of the room casting eerie shadows across his chiseled features.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, princess…” Nanami warned, a little more steel to his voice now, though you could sense that it wasn’t entirely serious. Something about that sinful sparkle in his dark eyes gave him away. “Or do you want to be punished?”

Either way, you figured you wouldn’t risk it, so that time you opened your mouth to respond, a weak, shy mutter of, “W-want your cock, Daddy…” barely breathed out under your breath.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you,” Nanami pressed, acting chillingly indifferent with that air of oncoming cruelty that sent both spiky barbs of fear shooting through your veins as well as a flutter of excitement blooming in your belly. Then, capturing your jaw in his grip, though not in the bruising way he tended to do if he was really about to punish you, he said, “You know, if you insist on being a brat, you’re gonna be treated like one…”

“I-I want your cock, Daddy!” you whined, much louder that time, though you knew he’d heard you the first time.

At this, Nanami’s expression softened back into that gentle pride, letting go of your face only to grab his belt, undoing it and pulling it through the loops to be tossed to the floor in a short bout of clacking and clinking like it would’ve been that easy for you to do it yourself.

“Good girl…” he cooed, releasing your wrists momentarily to undo the button on his slacks. “See how you get what you want if you just do as Daddy says?”

The moment he’d kicked off what remained of his clothes and his cock was free, he crawled back on top of you, beginning to grind against your soaked core, likely on his way to ruining yet another pair of your favorite panties.

That’s alright. He’d just buy you more, after all.

A hiss was sucked in through clenched teeth as your eager little hands found his hard cock, wrapping around and giving a squeeze that was just enough to tease him. He’d always known that two could play at that game— the game he’d sometimes convinced himself he was the reigning champion of against you— only to be reminded that, yes, you may have looked like an angel, but he was the only one who knew how to bring the devil out in you.

After recovering from his unexpected wince and locking eyes with you again, he saw that mischievous little grin painted across your adorably defiant face, a lilting giggle upturned into an amused squeak speaking to the fact that you were fully aware of the power you’d momentarily held over him and liked catching him off guard. But when his dark eyes flashed with that calculated, dangerous glint, you knew you wouldn’t be smiling for much longer.

“You’re in the mood to play, huh?” Nanami taunted, grinding against you harder that time, quickly becoming ruthless. It was a nasty habit of his— becoming too rough too fast, often just to prove a point— but it was a habit you’d learned to enjoy, over time.

Because sure, he might fuck you fast and hard enough to make tears well in your eyes, to make weak little pleads of “Hurts, Daddy—!” and “S’too much—!” get caught in your throat in an attempt to get him to let up a little, your nails biting into the toned muscles of his broad shoulders and back as he pinned and pounded you into the mattress, but you both knew part of you had learned to like the pain. Sometimes you craved it, the mischievous little masochist in you breaking one of his rules just so he’d bend you over his knee and spank your ass or have you tied up while he teased you to tears.

Coyly biting your lip, you glanced up at him through your lashes and replied with a lazy half shrug, “I dunno, maybe…” And that…

That had Nanami grinning for an entirely different reason.

“Well, it’s up to you, baby…” Nanami began. “We can either play nice—” He reached down to gently rub enticing circles on your needy little clit through the soaked laced clinging to your pulsing pussy, pulling one of those melodic moans from your throat, your head thrown back against the fluffy pillows as pure, unadulterated pleasure coursed sweet and hot through your veins. But then, just before you felt yourself teetering on the edge of release, he was pulling back, causing you to whine and cast him a confused and irritated little pout. “Or we can play dirty.”

“I’ll play nice!” you were practically pleading, chasing his hand with an impatient buck of your hips. “Swear it, Daddy! I’ll play nice, so please—!”

Your sentence was cut off with a clipped gasp that turned into a low, sated moan, Nanami slipping his fingers in through the side of your soaked panties to touch you for real, the pressure on your swollen, throbbing little bud a skillful alternation of soft and firm, unraveling you more and more with each motion.

He had you arching your back and crying out before the minute was up, stomach clenching as he helped you ride out the aftershocks of your first orgasm of the night, your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut as they sparkled with sugary, seraphim lust.

He gave you some time to recover before the next round, but not much.

You weren’t even entirely sure when Nanami had removed the last piece of lace left clinging to your person, but as the cold air of the room registered on your weeping cunt, that fiery spark of anticipation reignited in the pit of your stomach.

The moment you felt his hot breath fanning over your pussy, you gripped the sheets in your trembling little fists. You knew this next part was going to last long, whether you wanted it to or not. Nanami was a master of savoring every last, painfully sweet taste of you, enjoying every slow lapping of his tongue along your slit like you were the world’s rarest, most radiant delicacy, syrupy nectar dripping from a fruit so ripe it was ready to burst.

He had to wrestle you still when your squirming turned to thrashing, your body unsure whether it wanted to get away from him or get closer, the agonizing push and pull of the electric pleasure zapping through your insides enough to fry your brain until the only thought you were capable of was how good Nanami made you feel.

Each moan that left your pretty mouth was pitched higher and higher until your second orgasm was crashing over you like a wave against a cliffside during a storm, limbs tensing and trembling violently as you tried to twist away, fisting the bed sheets until the skin over your knuckles was pulled taught and aching over your bones, Nanami forcing you past your limit until he’d drank up every last heavenly drop of you.

And as you lay there, shuddering and spent and slowly slipping back into serenity, he couldn’t help but admire the way your soft skin glistened with a thin sheen of sparkling sweat and your hair lay perfectly tousled and splayed beneath your lolled head, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths that hitched every once in a while in gentle little gasps when his fingertips ghosted over your bare thighs, hitching your legs up and pulling you closer to him.

You weren’t sure if you had a third round in you, but it wasn’t up to you, so in the end that didn’t matter.

Nanami had played nice like he’d promised, though had still found a way to be strategically cruel in tiny doses, so now it was only fair you let him take his turn.

Lining himself up with your neglected entrance, Nanami made sure to ask before beginning to nudge his way in, “Are you ready, baby?” and after you gave a weak, fucked-out nod, Nanami proceeded to push his way into you, stretching your sensitive little hole inch by stinging inch, only slowing his already lenient pace when you whined or hissed or made those adorably broken, pitiful little sounds of pain that he’d practically burned into his memory by now, replaying them in his mind like a song stuck in his head whenever he was away for long periods for work and was missing you, just dreaming about the next time he could sink into that tight cunt of yours.

“D-Daddy—!” you gasped, a thin film of tears glossing over your shimmering eyes as the stretch on your unprepared entrance bordered on too much. You were gripping his arms in your trembling grasp, begging him with your eyes to mask the pain with some of his gentle coos or tender kisses.

“Almost there, princess,” Nanami promised, his voice a little strained from just how tightly your insides were constricting around his cock, knowing he was going to have to make it up to you for not helping properly prep you beforehand.

You’d been eyeing a brand new dress in the window of your favorite designer store a couple days ago but hadn’t had time to stop in as Nanami had been running late for a meeting that Gojo had only bothered to inform him of a few hours beforehand while he’d been out shopping with you. He figured he’d go back tomorrow on his way home from work to surprise you with. That might make the fact that you’d probably have a little trouble walking comfortably for the next few days by the time he was done with you tonight a little easier to bear.

“You’re doing so well for me…” Nanami sighed. “Always such a good girl—” Finally entering you down to the hilt, there was a moment of brief respite for the both of you, Nanami catching his breath while he gave you time to adjust to being so painfully full of him.

As a few of your tears fell, Nanami wiped them away and gently pressed his lips to your temple, leaving a trail of loving pecks from there to your neck as he whispered words of praise in between kisses.

“Love you so much,” he told you, brushing a few strands of sweat-damp hair from your forehead, preparing to start moving as he felt you relax a little around where he had split you in two. “So much sweetheart… You know that, don’t you?”

And there was another one of those saccharine smiles he lived to see, your flushed face beaming up at him as if he were the sun in your sky, reaching up to cup his face in your little palms as you said, voice reverent and doting, “Of course, Daddy. And you know how much I love you, too, right?”

Nanami couldn’t help but smile now too, playfully nudging your nose with his as he muttered, low and loving, “More than anything in the world?”

“More than anything in the universe,” you corrected, nuzzling your cheek against his, feeling the barely detectable roughness of where he’d shaved that morning, lightly twining your arms around his neck, the two of you just resting in this essence of tranquility that had blanketed itself over the room. Then, in a lull, as if drifting off to sleep, you muttered, “More than anything…”

Nanami almost felt bad that he couldn’t let you fall asleep right then— you looked so serene— but there was one act left in this tale of angels and demons and he was determined to have you both make it through to the finale.

Slowly, rhythmically, he began to move, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in with more force than you’d been ready for the first time.

But as the pace began to pick up until he was maintaining the perfect speed for you both, Nanami also toying with your overstimulated clit as he felt himself approaching his own release, you could feel that haze of sharp-edged ecstasy clouding your brain for the third time that night, barbs of twisted pleasure splicing with the sounds of his grunts and whines as your core fluttered and squeezed around him everytime he was buried deep inside of you, grazing against your sweet spot every time.

“C-can feel you in my tummy, Daddy—!” you gasped, your next moan clipping with that perfect, pain-laced pleasure. “F-feels so good! Don’t stop—!”

And that…

That was enough to send Nanami over the edge.

You’d barely whimpered half of his name out before you both were coming undone, him filling you to the brim with his hot, sticky seed and you gushing all over his cock, both of you painting each other in glistening arousal and pent up desire.

You were both sticky and slick with each other’s sweat and cum, your mouths seeking each other out one last time for a long, lazy kiss before Nanami carefully pulled out of you, watching with reverence as your abused little hole leaked more of your combined pleasure, unable to help himself from collecting it on the pad of his thumb and smearing it in absentminded patterns through your shining, gooey slit, painting it into your puffy folds and pushing some of it back into you once his touch migrated back to the source.

Would it be too selfish of him to force one more round out of you, to wring you dry, if that were even possible (in his experience with you thus far, it wasn’t)?

But then your adorable, tired little voice was registering to him once again, a feeble inquiry of, “Daddy…?” barely mumbled out of your glossy, swollen lips, causing his gaze to snap back to yours. “Can we take a bath together?” you asked, and before answering, Nanami took a few more seconds to admire you in your beautifully debauched state.

“Of course we can, baby,” he smiled, standing from the edge of the bed after unfastening the collar from you throat and draping a sheet over your bare form. “Just let me clean you up and then I’ll run us some water.”

Just before he could turn to head for his navy robe hanging off the back of the door, you asked, all silky sweetness and tender hope, “Can we use the bath bomb… one of the sparkly pink ones…?”

Nanami hummed out a note of gentle amusement, knowing how much you loved those things, loved the way the glitter lingered on your skin afterward and the sickly sweet scent of bubblegum or strawberries and cream wove its way into your hair, which he’d make sure and wash for you whenever you two shared a bath or a shower together, massaging your scalp with all your favorite products and brushing out the tangles for you as he did so. “Of course we can, princess,” he affirmed, now slipping into his fluffy robe and beginning to tread towards the master bathroom. “Anything you want.”

And when he returned from filling the porcelain, clawfoot tub full with your preferred temperature, he half expected to find you fast asleep, but your resting eyes blinked open and gave him another one of those genuinely devoted smiles.

After using a warm washcloth to wipe away as much of the mess that you two had made from between your legs, Nanami helped you to your feet and guided you into the expansive, spotless bathroom, all of its mirrors and pristine tile shining under the dimmed vanity lighting. You kept your hand in his as you lowered yourself into the tub, sinking into the bath with a little bit of a wince as the hot water touched your raw center, then a sigh as the warmth wrapped itself the rest of the way around you.

Nanami brought you over one of your bath bombs, placing it in your waiting, cupped palms so you could be the one to drop it in and watch it fizz, turing the bath a vibrant, glittering cerise, before carefully stepping in and settling himself in the tub behind you, letting you lay with your back against his chest, his knees slightly poking above the surface on either side of you as you both submerged yourselves further into the lulling calm of each other’s embrace.

And for all the stress and the long business trips and last minute meetings, being able to spend this time with you made it all worth it.

Because Nanami knew his job was, above all else, to provide and care for his very special, most favorite girl, no matter the cost or the sacrifices.

And you probably wouldn’t believe him if he told you how truly lucky he felt to have you in his life, to be able to come home to you every day and fall asleep beside you every night.

But, then again, you actually might. Because you felt the same exact way.

♡♡♡

I wanted to write another lil something for my sd!nanami since, well, I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately haha.

In the future I think I’d like to do something with a little more plot for him, but honestly, I feel like this version of him lends itself to pure smut just fine ;)

Anyway, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

See you next time~

[izvmimi]

cw: pop star au! alcohol mention. suggestive.

“unsure what your mentor gojo might have told you about me, yuuji,” you start, swirling your drink with the tip of your pinky finger with just one rotation before looking up at the man before you. "but i don't particularly enjoy the idea of being used to springboard another artist's career."

yuuji itadori hasn't picked a soloist name yet, still known by Yuyu as part of his four-member boy band, but the cutesy name doesn't fit with the venom of your voice, so you call him by his first name. plus, if you are truly meant to be working together, close and personal, you might as well get comfortable. he grins when you pronounce his name rather than bristle at your statement, the gleam in straight, heartthrob-white teeth almost a taunt to you.

"i don't think that's exactly what i'm aiming for but good to know."

his eyes flit from yours to the drink you just stirred, and watches as you put it to your lips, not saying a word. he looks practically cautious, and for a moment you wonder if he's grossed out by the action or if he's just intrigued by the shine on your glossed lips.

yuuji's dressed relatively subdued tonight, in a simple black turtleneck, unlike the shimmery gold chain shirt you remember him wearing on his most recent performance, standing out amongst the crowd despite his quite attractive band mates. the dusky pink of his hair which his design team clearly insists on accentuating doesn't help to avoid drawing your eyes to his among the group like a beacon. everything about him says look at me, look at me from the bright hue in his brown eyes and his build at the perfect balance of thick and aesthetic. you can't deny you too have been looking but you're tired of offering olive branches to bright eyed up-and-comers who lack the ability to be grateful.

you're not some type of gatekeeper but you know this game and gojo wasn't even subtle about it.

make my boy a star! toodles!

you roll your eyes at the thought, but even you have to admit he's mentored you a bit too though to get you where you are. despite being about yuuji's age, you're practically a household name, thanks to gojo's willingness to believe in you. you sigh.

"anyway, i'll have my agent contact you in the morning. we don't have to discuss anything more."

you throw back the rest of your drink and reach for your purse. yuuji raises his eyebrow at you then chuckles. the drink before him is untouched implying a bit of trepidation, but he's leaned back in his chair, one leg propped up on the chair stretcher. it's a look that's far too casual, that would look slightly disrespectful if he weren't so soft-looking.

"if you're uncomfortable being that close to me, you should really just say so," yuuji says. his arms stretch out above him and you tilt your head to the side.

"excuse me?"

yuuji also rises to his feet, and the difference of stature between you two is suddenly noticeable as you hang your purse around you. he intimidates you a bit, you have to admit, especially when he's close like this.

sweet. harmless. a little cocky. fuckable.

he skirts a little closer to you leaning in, his voice honeyed, ready to strike.

"you don't have to be my springboard. if anything, you can bounce off of me if you'd like."

yuuji laughs as your breath catches in your throat, but you shake it out and press a hand against his chest, pushing a comfortable distance between you two.

you're not going to be held accountable for a comment you made in a variety show months ago, even if it were true.

"don't push your luck," you hiss. he beams, and he's no longer sweet venom but the sweet man coming to you for a simple opportunity, no strings attached.

"you're right! i'll do anything you say," his lips pull sweetly and you wonder if you're being sucked in just like his fans.

he's polished perfect for the people, but that doesn't mean he's perfect for you.

but as he follows you out and your driver arrives depositing both of you safely at your respective homes, you wonder if perhaps a little romp will do any harm.

[daytaker]

The Boys Roleplay As Themselves

mammoney: (This is a CLOSED scenario for me and my bros! Y'all can read it if you want to though. I'm gonna kick things off! @Lucifer @L3V1 @stn @AsmoBaby @Beelzeburger @Belphie) 8 ♡ DDSimeon and 7 others

mammoney:  It was 11 PM, and the Devildom was sparkling. Thousands of demons were lined up outside the hottest club south of Antarctica: Mammonteque. At the front of the line stood six of the most powerful, most intimidating, and most attractive demons you’ve ever seen, and even though the club didn’t open until midnight, the bouncer stepped aside and let them in.

“What? That’s so unfair!” shouted the demon behind them. 

But the bouncer shook his head, unmoved. “Orders from the top,” he said. Then, smirking, he added, “Clearly you didn’t recognize those guys. Must be embarrassing for you.”

Inside the club, the demons, who were all dressed in suits with boas, sunglasses, and fedoras, looked around. Just as they expected, this place was opulence itself. Golden fountains spouting gold-flake infused water. A gold disco ball hanging from the ceiling. Even the floor was made of intricately carved gold tiles.

“Obviously, Mammon is even wealthier than last time we stopped by,” said the oldest demon, looking around over his sunglasses. He quickly put them back on because the glow from the gold was too intense for him to handle.

“Wow, I never would have guessed Mammon would be as good at interior design as I am, but he proved me wrong!” said another of the demons. He was wearing heart-shaped sunglasses and a bright pink feather boa, and his fedora was covered in sequins.

Another of the demons was already stuffing his face at the buffet. Luckily, the wily Mammon had seen this coming and installed a machine that pumped out an unlimited supply of cheeseburgers.

“Seeing how successful Mammon is makes me proud to have him for a big brother,” said a demon with blue hair and a Ruri-chan body pillow.

“And speak of the devil,” the oldest said, smiling as he looked over at the entrance. 

A stretch-limousine painted gold pulled up to the front of the club. Demons began to scream and cheer as the door opened. Out stepped Mammon, who looked even more handsome than usual. You-Know-Who was clinging to his arm, staring up at him like he was the greatest being in all three worlds.  6 ♡ AsmoBaby and 5 others

stn: As Mammon approached the entrance to his club, the six demons in attendance greeted him with the coolness one might expect from Hell’s most corrupt oligarchs. The identities of these demons were as follows:

Lucifer: former angel, Avatar of Pride, traitor to the Celestial Realm, now the right-hand demon to and a massive simp for Diavolo: former ruler of the Devildom; magnanimous and crafty, with a tendency to act far stupider than he truly is Leviathan: gamer, miserable to be out in public, suffering a migraine and angry that he’s missing the latest episode of his favorite magical girl anime Asmodeus: party devil, narcissist, and self-proclaimed cutest demon in the Devildom Beelzebub: gluttonous gym rat with a heart of gold and a stomach of lead, and Belphegor: who was asleep.

Mammon himself was the Avatar of Greed, and as such, he lacked any ability to control his need to amass material wealth. This being the case, he had recently upset the political order of the Devildom with a massive coup, ousting the far more competent Diavolo from autocratic power in favor of the corrupt cabal now gathered together in this gaudy anteroom.

Mammon looked at his guests while You-Know-Who wandered off, searching for somewhere, anywhere, that didn’t hurt to look at.

“Somebody’s missin’,” observed the club owner.

“A very astute observation, Young Master,” said Mammon’s butler, Barbatos, condescendingly. He had come with the deed to the Demon Lord’s castle. “You may have forgotten, but your dear brother Satan declined your offer to participate in your sham of a government, citing the proven incompetence of yourself and your brothers as the reason.”

“Oh, right,” Mammon said with chagrin. “Damn that Satan, always stickin’ to his principles instead of sellin’ out like the rest of us clowns. Hey, where’d You-Know-Who go?”

“Ah,” said Barbatos with the nod of a man forced to act as the bearer of bad news. “That noble personage appears to have fled. It seems your company became too odious to tolerate.”

“That can only mean one thing,” Mammon said, his eyes widening as the realization struck him. “You-Know-Who ran off to find Satan, since he’s obviously the better catch.” 2 ♡ LordDiavolo and Belphie

L3V1: Or so he thought. Little did Mammon realize that You-Know-Who wasn’t remotely interested in Satan. Instead, the unassuming third-born got a message on his DDD. Stealing away from the crowd, he opened up the text. It read:

“Levi, I think you know who this is. I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long. But you know it was always you. Come find me where we shared our first kiss.”

mammoney: (What the hell do you mean your first kiss???) 4 ♡ Belphie and 3 others

L3V1: (I didn’t interrupt you, asshole!)

Levi gripped his DDD with newfound resolve. He had no interest in the political machinations of his brothers and Diavolo. That part of the plot was boring and honestly too high stakes for what was supposed to be a story about a nightclub. So, slipping away from the others, Levi sneaked out through the back exit and ran for the field of flowers where he and You-Know-Who had shared a few stolen moments of tenderness. 1 ♡ LordDiavolo

Belphie: Poor Levi. He didn’t even realize that the text was sent by Solomon, who was out to troll him. As Leviathan ran off to meet with his only true love (the bitter feeling of disappointment), the youngest of the brothers yawned and looked around, assessing the situation. 

He was at a luxurious club, owned and operated by his scummy brother Mammon. He was in the company of his brothers, minus Satan and now Levi, and Diavolo and Barbatos were there too. You-Know-Who might have been there for a minute or two, but they were long gone by now, and there were hundreds of screaming demons in line, hoping for entrance to the club.

“Maybe we should have our political talks somewhere less noisy,” Belphie suggested. It was a very reasonable suggestion, so none of the other demons could really argue with him.

The seven demons piled into the golden limo outside the entrance and drove away to a less obnoxious scene. 2 ♡ stn and Beelzeburger

AsmoBaby: Except, oh no!!! The limo ran over a bunch of tacks and the tires deflated before they could get very far from the club! They had no choice but to come back. Besides, Asmodeus hadn’t gotten the chance to greet the crowds, and who knows what kind of chaos it would cause if the people learned their idol had left without offering them so much as a wave and heart fingers?

“Asmo! Asmo! Asmo!” chanted the crowd as the demons climbed back out of the limo.

“Hello, everyone!” cried Asmo with an adorable grin, waving back to the demons. They cheered more wildly than ever! Some of them even fainted when he made heart fingers. Demons all over were pulling out their DDDs and snapping photos of the most beautiful demon to ever walk the streets of hell. 2 ♡ LordDiavolo and mammoney

Beelzeburger: Beelzebub was still eating at the unlimited cheeseburger machine. He was enjoying himself. Every time I swallowed a cheeseburger, another one appeared in my hands and I ate that one too. They had relish and pickles and tomatoes and onions and mustard and ketchup on them, and I drooled just thinking about it. But not for long, because I didn’t have to think about it for more than a second or two before another cheeseburger materialized in my hands. I kept eating the cheeseburgers for the rest of the night and well into the morning. 1 ♡ Belphie

mammoney: (Beel, this was supposed to be in the third person!) 1 ♡ L3V1

Beelzeburger: (Oh, right. Sorry. I got a little caught up in my character.) 1 ♡ Belphie

monSOLO: After pulling that prank on Levi, Solomon met up with You-Know-Who at their planned rendezvous point. 

“It looks like the Devildom is entering some pretty politically tumultuous waters,” Solomon said with a chuckle. “Perhaps we’d be better off returning to the human world for the time being.”

Having agreed to this, Solomon and You-Know-Who clasped hands and vanished from the Devildom for at least the next six months or so.

mammoney: (??? What? This was a brothers only event!)

monSOLO: :) 

mammoney: (I’m retconning that whole bit. Somebody else go while I figure out how to delete it.) 1 ♡ stn

stn: Meanwhile, at the House of Lamentation…

Satan assessed the political machinations of his brothers as logically as he could. He knew that Mammon had no real interest in power; he wanted the glamor, not the responsibility. So who could possibly be the mastermind behind the acquisition of power by the second born?

It was all too obvious.

Lucifer had been playing everyone for fools–the contract lawyers of the Devildom, his brothers, even Lord Diavolo himself. Only Satan, ever wary of Lucifer’s intentions, was able to see past his lies.

Gathering together the power of all thirty-nine of his cat familiars, Satan stood at the window facing the Mammonteque club and uttered a curse so foul and forbidden that I dare not repeat it here. And at the nightclub several miles away, Lucifer dropped to the ground, an empty husk. 2 ♡ Belphie and L3V1

Belphie: “Lucifer, no!” cried Diavolo. Giant tears flooded down his face as he clutched the body of his beloved advisor and probable traitor.

“Rip,” said Levi, who had returned to the club after realizing no one was waiting for him at the field of flowers. “Rest in pieces, big bro.”

“Who could have done this?” sobbed Lord Diavolo.

“I have no idea,” said Belphie, who had an idea. But he wasn’t about to sell out his fellow Anti-Luciferian. 2 ♡ Beelzeburger and stn

Lucifer: How long do you intend to embarrass yourselves like this?

AsmoBaby: (OOC comments are in brackets, Lucifer~) 3 ♡ Belphie and 2 others

Lucifer:  Why have I been killed off after being implicated as the mastermind behind a coup to remove Lord Diavolo from power?

Belphie:  (¯\_(ツ)_/¯) 2 ♡ stn and monSOLO

stn: (I didn’t realize creativity was forbidden in this home.)

stn: (I suppose it’s my own fault for not assuming my writing would face unfair censorship.) 1 ♡ AsmoBaby

mammoney: (Okay, listen, I’ve been real tolerant of you all bunglin’ around and makin’ this whole damn activity a laughing stock, EVEN after I went out of my way to make all your characters look cool, but Lucifer, are you really gonna torch this whole thing just because of somethin’ like that?) 4 ♡ L3V1 and 3 others

Lucifer: A one month ban from Devilgram for all of you seems like a reasonable punishment. 1 ♡ monSOLO

Belphie: Are you serious?

AsmoBaby: This is so unfair! I didn’t even write any of the seditious stuff! 1 ♡ Beelzeburger

L3V1: Lmao I hate this family… 3 ♡ stn and 2 others

stn: @Belphie, would you meet me in the observatory? I have something I’d like to discuss with you. 1 ♡ Belphie

Lucifer: If I catch any of you on Devilgram within the next thirty days, I will suspend your account indefinitely. @mammoney @L3V1 @stn @AsmoBaby @Beelzeburger @Belphie 1 ♡ monSOLO

LordDiavolo: What a shame. I was enjoying the story.

(Cross-posted on AO3.)

[cogmented]

hey wsg cockmented! what are your tips on colours poses and shit

Hello Hist Histo Gold Historix . this is a really hard quesitons

im not very good at tips and tricks but here's what i do:

fiurst i really like pinterest here's my 2000+ pin board for art inspiration

for colors there are some things that seem right according to the Cogmented Guidelines which is just tone, atmosphere, feeling, balling, ETC...

out of the three art classes ive taken in my life all of which were in my most recent school years has been in charcoal, so a lot of what i pick is based on values too: ill turn the canvas black and white using hue blending mode, or take a picture on my phone and turn it black and white for real life things

my main goal for character pieces is to make the focus stand out but also be cohesive with the background, so ill use different values to differentiate those if colors are similar. red is much darker than yellow, even at the highest saturation, u get it. the rest is just using opposites on the color wheel

i also tend to use blending modes.. usually around 2-3 layers?

these are my base colors

kinda hard to distinguish zam in the values, yeah? and planet's shoes are far too bright, i want planets face and arms and closed fists to be their focus

i use a wide variety of the blending modes, but here both of these worked to darken the characters while increasing their saturation

the similar qualities on the characters make them cohesive with each other despite the wildly different designs and colors.. this could also just be a "style" thing that makes it cohesive but that gets more into shapes and how i draw and i dont think i could even explain that

there's also just general inspirations.. i chose a light blue background for this probably because i was subconsciously inspired by an 8 year old pmv of hawkfrost and ivypool by m0zarts using the song that is in the caption (personal by stars) AND because it's a softer color outside of planet's intense pinks and zam's yellows

this is called like triadic color palette i think i cant remember

there are always exceptions to rules and based on the atmosphere i will make the character blend in more e.g.:

for poses jii dont know i have visions in my head AND pinterest boards: 1 2

a lot of my art is expressive through poses instead of expressions because most of my designs dont have the capabilities for human expression; you're left with actions and body language (im also mad alexithymic so that's probably another reason why)

ignoring general atmosphere and art style, both are big movements but hold very different emotions ^_^ sharp and angry and desperate vs gay and carefree

the use of perspective further helps the emotions within poses, lower views make a character more intimidating, etc etc you get it for sure.

if you want to go hard on perspective, colors/lighting, and composition i highly recommend taking a film class or course or watching a video idk or something related to media-making.. drawing and film are very similar especially in regards to things like storyboarding.. the rule of thirds and camera angles that depict feeling are soo helpful to have in the back of your mind shoutout my one film and media class from 7th grade

ok thx for watching

[faline-cat444]

An image of what seems to be the main cast for Wonderful.When it comes to the little bit of details being expressed so far it's a mix of weirdness but I generally have a good feeling over the upcoming season's theme and execution.The main idea is showing us that our leading Cure is actually a dog who gains the ability to transform into a human girl and of course a Pretty Cure.I can excuse her name being Cure Wonderful thanks to that,if anything thanks to the pun it might be better off calling her Cure Wan-Derful.

For past experiences her voice actor has taken credit for that's a character I know she's supposed to be Kanna from Dragon Maid.So using that for reference this isn't her first time dealing with what I think can classify as "Shapeshifter".Her dog genetics also say she's the Papillon breed which being more of a cat person I don't really have much experience to but a page on the American Kennel Club website did provide some handy statistics that might be worked into her character.

As I said already the naming scheme for the initial Cure Status Quo feels a bit weak compared to the motifs of previous seasons but I can excuse that when your team leader is an actual dog most of the time.

Bringing us to our next most major Cure we have a bit more info on,Iroha Inukai aka Friendy.Her name in magical girl form is likely rooted to how dogs get referred to as "Man's Best Friend".

Design-Wise I'm not quite sold on her default outfit and hope the fashion she'll get later on(When the seasons change or similar) and I think the hat would look better if it covered her whole head rather than being a tiny thing on the side.Her voice apparently being who does Anya [Forger] among a few other characters makes me really want her to be worthy of my ever expanding list of favorites and shows this isn't her first time being a magical girl or dealing with a weird dog.

Similar to the season we're closing off on we don't have true details for Nyammy and Lillian but it isn't too hard to put the clues together.

"Nyammy" contains Nya which is how Japan tends to express what English would call "meow".There is a white cat named Yuki present along with her owner,Mayu Nekoshiyama.

The pink ribbon placements sort of remind me how Blake concealed her cat ears in the first volumes of RWBY.With how order is place in the quartet Yuki is going to be the one who transforms first followed by her owner.Not too sure how much of a time skip this will be in the grand scheme but the little bit of info presently given on Mayu says she recently moved into the town."Lillian" might also be an odd choice of name considering the limited knowledge at the moment for it's a name that seems rather human instead of descriptive or constructive(Then again,Laura just used her last name) and seeing the meaning of it as a girl's name it's supposed to give a sense of peace and passion but at the same time it's based on lily flowers...Which I have seen several informative sources say are HIGHLY TOXIC TO CATS and it might be very telling that a cat is possibly implied to have assisted in her owner's Cure name.

Our last duo in the visual is currently more for the hypothetical theories right now than outright stated from initial visual choices.If it's going the way they're wanting us to think they're who I am really pinning the money on.

Glasses Boy is Satoru Usayama while his bunny's name is Daifuku

The former is definitely hinting to have a lot of those marks I said I'd want for a male cure successor for Tsubasa:

Classmate to one of the main characters(So he does attend the school)

Outfit hints he's going to fill the niche of the yellow/orange/gold member to the team

Ends up needing to be a secret keeper about the girls' being Pretty Cure

If he keeps his glasses or they turn into a monocle when the time comes and everything checks out that's perfection in my book.In regards to his rabbit...

Apparently that's one brave bunny not that I can read that going by the facial expression the first impression is giving.Need to wait for the show proper to truly see the loppy lapin in action.

Now for the final shreds of detail that more-or-less are "public"...

Whatever role these animals will be serving they very much seem a bit like an extended cast including recolors of the animals from Healin' Good

Lastly is our first shot at one of our monsters of the episode which this time around are starting out with the name of "Garugaru"

This might very well be best viewed as the Pretty Cure spin on some subject matters Animal Detectives Kiruminzuu dealt with and all we have to do is wait for the fourth of February to see it start to unfold

[theroyalsims]

CROWN PRINCESS LENDS TIARAS, GOWNS TO SPECIAL EXHIBIT

If you've ever wanted to get a closer look at what's inside Crown Princess Anya's closet, then boy, we've got great news for you!

Her Royal Highness has loaned pieces from her most unforgettable looks to the Brindleton Museum of Fashion and the Arts including three tiaras, some select pieces of jewellery, and over ten dresses and gowns!

The exhibition, entitled "The Crown Princess at 30," will open to the public next week, but HRH dropped by for a special sneak peek earlier today.

The Crown Princess looked beautiful in a sleeveless pleated dress in a bright pink hue, which she paired with nude court shoes and a matching clutch.

During the private tour, HRH was heard saying it felt "weird" seeing all her dresses propped up on mannequins, some even placed behind glass. A staff member shares:

"She was actually laughing about how it all felt so weird for her to see them on display. She even joked about making sure that a secret stain remained hidden in one of the dresses that she wore to a banquet. Apparently, a wayward sauce-covered meatball fell from her fork and on to the dress. She got down and showed us the stain, but it's okay because it was completely hidden from view."

The exhibit isn't just to show off Crown Princess Anya's fabulous wardrobe - it's also for a great cause. All the proceeds of the ticket sales will benefit three of HRH's charities, including Clothed, a non-profit that focuses on providing clothing to children and teens in need.

The exhibit is also highly guarded thanks to some of HRH's jewels on display including three of her personal tiaras. Included in the exhibition is her latest headpiece that she debuted during her most recent birthday portrait, said to be a present from her dad, Prince Jacques. While the tiara appeared as an all-diamond piece in the portrait, it's displayed with a large sapphire centre stone, proving earlier speculations about its versatility to be correct. The Crown Princess revealed that the set came with three interchangeable centre stones: a diamond, a sapphire, and a ruby - all of which can be worn as individual brooches.

Another tiara on display is The Stafford Tiara, which was an 18th birthday present from the Stafford Royal Family. Princess Mary of Stafford is Crown Princess Anya's godmother, and is a good friend of Queen Emilia. The magnificent tiara features graduating swirls of diamonds, set in white gold. The Crown Princess herself singled out the tiara as her "favourite" during the visit:

"She happily shared us stories about the tiaras she lent for the display, but she specifically said that she loved the Stafford Tiara and that it was her favourite. It's one of her first tiaras and she said that it fit her head just right, and it didn't give her headaches because it wasn't too heavy. Apparently, certain tiaras fit certain heads better, and the Stafford sits just right."

Seeing as we don't exactly have multiple tiaras at our disposal and we're also not invited to events that call for one, we're going to have to take HRH's word for it.

The exhibit will last for only a month, so better grab a ticket and check it out - especially if you're a royal fashion enthusiast!

[youreternallover]

Kira Everhart is my MC, also known as ‘Main Character’, for the game “Heart Fragment”. Anyone besides my own characters belong to the creators. I’ve been working on this character for quite some time, as I’ve enjoyed the game severely for a long time and wished to contribute. I hope if anyone decides to read this or know more about my character enjoys their time reading.

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Appearance

Kira stands at 5’8 feet tall. They’re comfortable in this height, they don’t want to be taller or shorter, this feels perfect to them. They do wear platformed boots for fun. Their hair goes down to their mid-back. Kira’s hair colour is a softer shade of brown, the name of the colour being ‘Tuscan Red’ when found using the HEX code. They have recently dyed the ends of their hair a soft peach pink in an ombré style, the name of the colour being ‘Pastel Pink’ when found using the HEX code. The images below are the colours of their hair, the base colours as in upcoming art their hair colour may differ due to different shading and so on.

Their skin tone has soft rosey tints to it most commonly, making it warmer. The colour when used HEX code is called ‘Apricot’. The image below is the colour of their skin tone, though it is often darker due to shading and so on, these is just the base colours. I’m going to give two colours for examples.

Kira’s eye colour is a pretty mix of blue and green, giving a nice teal colour. The colour when used the HEX code is called ‘Wintergreen Dream’. The colour is just the base colour for their eyes, many different shades and hues are used when drawing them but this is a good base colour for their eyes. I’m going to give two colours for examples.

They don’t have a main outfit as of right now, but the one I am drawing her currently in may become their main one and so it’s going to be the one I am going to describe. I’ll be using images I have used as references for their outfit, found on Pinterest. They also have a Pinterest board, right here.

Kira wears a black long-sleeved shirt underneath a soft cadet-grey colour cardigan. The clothing articles shown below.

Additionally, they wear high-waisted grey jeans ribboned on the side alongside a pair of black boots. The clothing articles shown below.

Now moving onto accessories. Kira almost always wears a rose gold ring on their thumb, to mess around with when in stress or feeling anxiety. Another accessory they almost wear every day is a star shaped necklaces, personally one of their favourites.

Alongside these current accessories, they also wear a belt and some fingerless gloves with the outfit.

Depending on what route I write them with, and the face originally I made them in the thought of Kay’s route, they wear the necklace given to her. Though I might add it as an Easter egg if I write or draw them with Clive, just for funsies.

That’s currently it for the appearance, I may have forgotten some stuff and if I do remember I’ll just update this. But as of right now, that’s it.

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INFORMATION

Kira goes by They/She and is a Panromantic Demisexual Demiwoman, although they aren’t out to many people.

They only started dyeing their hair due to feeling down for a handful of weeks, thinking that maybe if they added something brighter or more colourful would help them feel less gloomy or depressed. Currently, they are letting the colour fade out.

When they were younger, around 14 to 16, she did get bullied in their school for quite some time. Though when their friends found out, the bullying quickly stopped as the teacher and principal was informed. Though the bullying wasn’t too bad, it still impacted them and is one of the main reasons she doesn’t have many friends and doesn’t want to make new friends.

She had developed a crush on Shannon over the years when they were younger, but they pushed those feelings away. Kira didn’t have many queer figures in their life that could reassure them that it’s fine, and they thought that Shannon would never see them that way. After a year, her feelings for Shannon faded and they still remain best friends to this day.

It took a lot of time for Kira to accept their identity and sexuality, like mentioned before, they didn’t grow up with many queer figures in their life, plus they couldn’t talk to their father about it since at that time they still believed he hated them. Only after three years did they accept who they were, though having come out to a very small group of people.

During those difficult times, getting stabbed and all, she was upset when she found out her father treated Kay more like his child more than he did his own child. But in the end, they were glad that Grey looked out and cared for Kay.

Originally, Kira was paired to be with Kay, but after many playthroughs and journeys I decided I’d also pair them with Clive. Her ship name with Kay was ‘Mending Heart’ and is now shared with Clive until I find a good ship name for them and Clive. I’ll be switching around writing for which ever pairing I prefer at that moment.

For the longest time, they genuinely believed that Grey hated them or perhaps wished he didn’t have a kid, or at least didn’t have a kid like her. It started when she first was taken in by Grey, and that feeling stayed throughout the years even if it didn’t seem that bad now that she thought about it. During current times, their relationship with their father is much better and she started calling him ‘dad’ again.

Even after everything has been settled, Kira still has a fear of Jasper coming back. It got pretty bad but with some appointments with their therapist, they’re getting over it slowly.

They never really looked for love, they always thought that looking for love was pointless and that they’d rather let it happen naturally than seek it out.

Kira has a matching bracelet with Shannon, although they don’t wear it they keep it in a little box in their room.

More often than not, Kira wears long fingerless gloves with her outfits. They’re pretty self conscious of their arms for no specific reason. They are so self conscious about their whole body in general, always having some sort of jacket with them.

Once during a thunderstorm, they ran to their friends house because they weren’t doing well even when told not to. They are too stubborn. Kira was soaked head to toe but she made it there and made sure her friend was fine.

They don’t have a stable music taste, it all depends on their mood. Most commonly listens to Heart Fragment though. The band got them through many hard times.

Kira has a small star and moon charm attached to their phone case. They’ve started using StarxSocial more often despite being hesitant to try it out at first. Now they post songs from their music playlists or some art they create.

They were absolutely shattered when they had to choose between saving either Kay, Clive or Jasper. It wasn’t fair. Why should she be the one to decide who lives? They all deserve a chance at life. Even Jasper. Sure, he tried to kill them, but it’s not exactly his fault. He believes it’s destiny. They hated having to choose and wished desperately that they could save them all.

At some point during the whole situation, they believed that if they hadn’t existed none of this would have happened. She wished she never existed. She had wished that for years, but never as much as she did right then.

Kira enjoys music, as seen for their love for bands, and had been singing during their music classes in school when they were younger. They were pretty good at it, playing a guitar along side their singing, but after some time they quit. There were too many eyes on them while they sung, it was too stressful. They also felt that they weren’t that good at it. They still sing to this day, though very rarely and only if their friend convinced them or when she’s purely alone.

They draw a lot. Growing up, Kira always wanted be an artist, always channeling their feelings while growing up into art. Whether it was writing, singing or drawing. Currently, they wish to pursue drawing and painting as a career.

They enjoy reading and have a small collection of various books going. Most of the books in her collection are Fantasy, Thriller or Romance books.

Kira absolutely despises coconut water or coconut flavoured things. Will die on the inside when given anything coconut but to not hurt someone’s feelings they will try their best to eat or drink it.

Their nickname for the longest time had been Kiki when she was small, due to it being a ‘cutsey’ nickname for a child growing up. They absolutely despise it nowadays, due to it being embarrassing.

They hate the fact that they’re a mutant, they still haven’t accepted themselves and the fact that they aren’t normal. They’ve thought of themselves as a freak upon finding out that all that talk of powers wasn’t crazy talk.

Their favourites colours are Purple, Blue and Red. Any shade of them.

Kira’s birthday is on the 19th of October, which means they’re a Libra. Their birthstones are Opal and Pink Tourmaline.

They also have a playlist I created for them, it’s a mix of things they’d listen to or that remind me of them. (link)

[monsterkisserlove]

The Mirror Image: Chapter One

What will you do with your massive crush on maybe the kindest Orc you’ve ever met and your scheming best friend... 

TW/CW: Drinking and being drunk.

Pairing: M Orc/F reader

a/n: SFW but will become NSFW as the chapters go on, those chapters will be well marked though. However, under 18s DNI! This blog and these fics ain’t for you.

Cold wind staining your cheeks pink, you hummed hello to your co-workers as you backed through the door to the aptly named salon, The Mirror Image, while holding onto the precariously stacked take out coffees for dear life. Letting out a deep sigh of relief that not a drop had been spilled on the floor that you had so diligently cleaned earlier, seeing as you were the salon apprentice.  

Making the rounds between different beauticians stations, you dropped off the hot, caffeinated drinks to your colleagues that weren't with clients currently and left the rest as well as a collection of warm pastries in the shared staff room.  

Now, collecting coffee and sweeping hair wasn't where you thought you’d be at this point in your career however that's not all you was doing. The Mirror Image was a hair salon that prided itself on being able to perform all hair services for anyone in the city.  

Whether they be Human, Orc, Naga, Centaur, the list really does go on. You were more than qualified to work with Human hair, and often took those clients so you’re still able to make a great deal more money than a normal apprentice. That and your co-workers and teachers at The Mirror Image were absolutely lovely and eager to take you under their wings, sometimes quite literally. So you took the occasional coffee fetching and grunt work easily as you knew it wouldn't be forever and on packed mornings with nothing to show you it really did help the salon out and boost morale.  

Out in the staff room, you were singing along quietly to whatever was playing on the radio as you used your allotted time to sort through pictures for your portfolio. Evidence that you had mastered certain skills and had good feedback from both assessors and clients alike. Taking a moment to sip your now cooled coffee, you selected a few pictures of the Nagas you'd been working with recently. Naga hairstyling was the first unit you’d started, not actually having been at The Mirror Image all too long.  

Ren, a long-time friend, being the star of a lot of these photos in the early days before you were allowed to practice on real clients-, under supervision of course! While Nagas had no cultural or ritual value to their hair, they did have very sensitive scalps and a Naga in pain is likely to strike.  

Tucking a curly lock of hair behind your ear, you set to work on your coursework. The day went quickly after that, some cleaning done, some human clients dealt with and two Naga clients interested in the apprentice discount! Excellent! Two more quality photos for your portfolio and glowing reviews! The manager of the salon, an intimidating looking harpy but absolute sweetie once you talk to her, had said that you'll soon be moving onto the Orc module of training.  

All you'd been asked to do was to research Orcish hairstyles and braids, maybe even ask an Orc friend if you could practice traditional braids. Within reason of course... Orcish braids were the opposite of Naga hairstyles, you didn't need to worry so much about touch but you did need to worry about the cultural meaning.  

Within Orc communities braids meant everything.  

Whether it meant family, if they'd come of age, their military position if they had one and... Most importantly, their relationship status.  

Orcish braiding was incredibly complex for those very reasons, even the placement of the silver beads or gold cuffs could completely change the meanings.  

Ah well, you were meeting up with Ren and your mutual friend, Khureg, tonight for a few drinks seeing as it was a Saturday.  

And Khureg was an Orc.  

Maybe you could ask him? He's always been so good when you just wanted to try practicing a new style. Khureg was always the first to offer, plus he had lovely, long hair and had absolutely no qualms with sitting still and just letting you do what you wanted so long as you didn't cut it at all.  

You were sure that so long as you respected that you couldn't practice just anything without explicit permission, he'd be more than happy to help.  

Sigh.  

Khureg was so nice, not to mention handsome and amazing with animals too! What a dreamboat right? Khureg worked for a veterinary clinic that specialised in caring for and rehabilitating animals that found themselves caught in sticky situations. Your favourite photo of him being the one where he had several kittens of all different colours asleep in his lap after having found them just left by the side of the road. Gods, despite how big he was and how intimidating he could look, he was just so gentle.  

Sometimes on sleepless nights, your hand inching down yourself, you wondered if he'd be just as gentle with you, or maybe rougher if you could make him lose control...  

No. Now was not the time for those thoughts.  

He's your friend! And only your friend, he wasn't interested in you like that. Khureg is so sweet, you weren't about to ruin the friendship you'd formed, he was far too kind to make him feel uncomfortable because you came onto him. Plus, as mentioned earlier, he was so sexy! And you, well you were cute you guessed? Definitely not up to his standards at least, or so you thought.  

Wrapping your moss green scarf tighter around you, you stepped out of the salon and waved goodbye to the stylists still working before pulling your phone out of your pocket. Pulling up Rens number, you hit dial, the phone only ringing twice before they picked up.  

"Hey darling, you still coming for drinks tonight?" Ren asked straight away, only one thing on their mind.

You giggled at their incessant need to socialise. "Yes of course I am, I'm on my way now from the salon, um-, is Khureg...," you trailed off, praying that you kept that hopeful note from your voice. The gods are not on your side today.  

"Yes, Khureg will be there tonight, why haven't you asked him out already!? I've told you he likes you!" Ren scolded you, it wasn’t the first time you and them had had this conversation.  

Rolling your eyes so hard that you were pretty sure that they could physically hear the motion, you snarked back, “I remember what you said, Ren, just... Y’know I really don’t think it’s true, like he said that he liked me but he was tipsy at the time?”

“Yeah, we’d had a couple of drinks at that point but I don’t think-,” you cut Ren off midsentence.  

“People say crazy things when they’re drunk, Ren! You know that better than anyone! Last time me and you went out to that underground club, you were so wasted that you wrapped yourself ‘round a bouncer and told him that you wanted to be a giant slinky and then you asked him to push you down the stairs!” You chortled at Ren’s scoff of indignation, as you stepped out to cross the road now that traffic had died down.  

“Look, that was a messy, messy, night but I still stand by what I said... That minotaur was hot,” you snorted at your friends' antics, “just think about it! Khureg is always to first to offer to help you with literally anything! Last week you mentioned that you were annoyed with how your kitchen table wobbles and the man turns up an hour later with a tool kit! What can I say at this point to convince you that he really does like you!? At this point I think I need to start taking desperate measures...”

Well, that was worrying, Ren wasn’t the kind of person to say things like that lightly. Afterall their name on your phone is ‘Chaos Co-ordinator’. “Hey, don’t go and do anything crazy please seeing as work just told me I’m moving onto the Orc unit of work. I really need Khureg to help me out here as I’m gonna need it, all the braids look so complex!”

Unbeknownst to you, Ren was already at the bar waiting for their friends to arrive, nursing a particularly large cocktail and scheming with the particularly pretty Orcish bartender that he’d met that night...  

“Really?” Asked Ren, “, -not that I don’t think you’re ready!” They added quickly after you let out a squeak in protest. “You’re so amazing at doing Naga hair, just that there’s still one thing you haven’t done yet, it’s a medium difficulty braid, and I would have thought that it would be the perfect transitionary step between the two different cultural styles.”

Wracking your brain, you just couldn’t think what they were talking about. Surely one of your trainers or your course lead would have mentioned this but... None of them were Naga’s and you weren't about to argue with someone who actually lived the culture.  

“Oh right, I better get on that then, do you think that you’d be free-,” Ren cut you off quickly and apologetically. “No, sorry darling, I’m going to be shedding in the next couple of weeks and my skin is already feeling so sensitive. Maybe you could ask Khureg? Where it’s not an Orcish braid, you won’t need to worry about the relevance or anything and I know that he’s got some time off work over the next week.”

The bar was coming into view as you walked down the street, The Frisky Fae written in cursive neon overhead. It wasn’t a dive bar per se but it certainly wasn’t somewhere you brought your family.  

“Look, I’m just arriving, I’ll talk to you about it properly in just a second.” You exchanged pointless goodbyes seeing as you would be seeing them in less than a minute and pocketed your phone.  

It would be interesting to braid Khureg’ hair, you’d never done it before and this did seem like the perfect way to get started. That and the feel of twisting and weaving his silken hair between your fingers made your stomach clench.  

Ducking beneath the doorway you spotted your friend at the bar trying to charm the bartender who was at least double their height. As Orcs went, she was tall. That explained Ren’s interest, they just loved people bigger than them.

The deep red and amber colours of their scales lining their scales and extenuating those sharp cheekbones beautifully.  

Gods, was Ren pretty.  

“Hey Ren, should we grab our usual booth?” You asked as you leaned against the bar next to them now that the bartender had moved seeing as your friend had successfully given her their phone number and had moved on to make other customers drinks.  

Agreeing with you, you and Ren both moved over to the comfortably spacious booth and made yourselves at home on the black leather cushioned seats.  

“So,” you started, “this braid then? Do you have any pictures?”  

Ren shook their head, “No, sorry sweet, but I’ll make sure to send you one before you practice with your beau.” The Naga supplied helpfully.  

If you had a drink, you would’ve choked on it, either way the comment did turn you bright, flaming red.  

“He’s not my beau!” You hissed, before rubbing your face and sighing glumly. “He’s not my anything...”  

“Who’s not your anything?” A deep voice rumbled gently from next to you, a large, familiar shadow falling across the table.  

Oh perfect.  

Khureg heard that.

Chapter 2

[eggcompany]

Bleeding Gold, My Love

Oswald's trans. He works as a camboy to try and pay his share of their shared apartment. One day he streams on his period. Edward helps him to clean up and takes time to fuck him in the tub. But what happens when the money keeps rolling in without them knowing?

“I’m just like hanging out. I’m horny but I’m on my period and I know if I cum I’m gonna screw up my cup and then I’ll have to mess with it and I’m comfortable right now.” Oswald said and read some more comments that floated in. 

He was laying on his belly on their shitty little bed. Cam shows were a new thing to try and scrounge up money since his mom died. It got them enough to buy some food. Eddie in college barely made enough at the library to pay off the bills and keep them in the shitty little apartment. Oswald had tried working at a few places but because of either getting beaten up or threats on his life, he always had to quit or got fired. 

Now he found a pretty good niche, he was a fetish. He was both petite and trans. He’d had top surgery and the scars brought people in, the fact he was so pale with dark hair and blue eyes brought them in, and of course his blushing pink pussy and hard t-cock were the stars. 

He made enough to not quit. He made enough for his blackmarket testosterone and enough to be able to eat. Plus the comments were a definite confidence booster. 

“Yeah I use a diva cup. I don’t like pads, they like rub me weird and the hormones make me just unreasonably sensitive when stuff rubs on my clit and a pad just irritates that skin.” He explained as more questions rolled in about different stuff. He ignored most of the weird or really gross questions but didn’t block anyone. He really couldn’t afford to block people who weren’t threatening his life. 

He groaned and rolled his wrists, he was so stiff, the cold weather was killing his joints. His shoulders hurt too and the way he was laying wasn’t helping but it could be worse. 

“Um… I’ve never done a show before on my period. I’ve tried the um, the cervix cup things but I just don’t like those. Just don’t like having to like… Manhandle my pussy when I’m so sensitive.” Oswald said and watched as a big flood of comments came in after. He read through them and was a little shocked. He chewed his lip and rubbed his feet together which brought forward a few foot comments but most of them were just pushing the same thing. 

“Don’t bother? Don’t bother with a show or a cup?” Oswald asked as a big influx of “ no do it!” “Please do it” “I’ll tip you so much if you do it ” “ Three hundred for a show” . 

He waited a minute to read more comments and looked back at the camera with a shocked look. 

“You guys want the blood? Oh you pervs!” Oswald teased as more and more comments flooded in about how the viewers wanted to see Oswald’s cunt bleed around a toy. Most comments were begging but there were a few that were more… graphic.

“Um… I mean I could. No time like the present but… oh what the hell I could do it in the bathtub and just wash it down after.” Oswald said and smiled brightly at the camera. That’s something he really had to get used to. Not smiling at the screen, smiling at the camera. It seemed to be something that would drag in some extra money for christmas. 

“Okay, make sure to tune in tomorrow! Um or my emails. I put out emails…” Oswald said and looked to press the end button. They had updated the site recently and the notification mute button was where the end button used to be and the close stream button was in the corner. 

“Tomorrow…” He muttered and looked at the camera one more time before closing out the stream. He groaned and let his face fall to the bedspread. Fuck… he was so wet. 

“Ed, I’m just a little nervous. I mean it’s just so sensitive and what if something icky comes out? I mean I’m just… people want it but what if…” Oswald was yammering nervously as he washed another dish. They’d just finished their slight dinner. Edward had always been a good cook, being able to whip up something warm and filling out of canned food and cheap cuts of fatty meat. 

“Ozzie, you'll be okay. You know I love it when you let me have you during this time.  You know people are gonna love those little sounds, gonna love seeing how sensitive and tender you get. They signed up to see you, they’ll love to see you no matter what.” Edward said and rubbed his hands from where they had been massaging Oswald’s pelvis up to wrap around him to hug his torso. He loved the way the shorter man’s skin was always a little clammy, loving the way it warmed under his hands. 

“You’ll help me clean up after?” Oswald asked and turned his head so Ed could kiss his lips. He was always insecure about his job . Edward worked a real job and was so pretty and tall and had such pretty eyes and was so smart and his skin was really soft and….

“Of course, you know you can call me and I’ll come help you. Try and be careful though so you don’t need my help.” Ed said and referenced to the last time Ozzie had a show in the bathroom. 

He’d slipped in the shower and kept going on with the show until it ended and then screamed out. He’d wrenched his bad knee and was laying crumpled in the shower and Ed had to carry him to bed because it hurt so bad. Then he was bed ridden for the next few days and his knee had turned dark and swelled up and Ed had nearly dragged him to the doctors. 

“I know, I know, but I’ll be laying down this time.” Oswald said and moved Ed’s hands by his wrists to warm and push back at his lower stomach again. 

“Fuck…. My clit’s still throbbing. Oh my god. Thanks guys but I’m, oh lord, I’m done. It’s been very fun and uh oh just bye, bye, I gotta clean up.” Oswald said exhaustively and clicked the video end. He laid back against the cool tub wall. He’d set the computer up on the lid of the toilet beside him and the camera was sitting on the opposite edge of the tub so it could capture the whole picture. He was sort of out of breath still. 

It had been more fun then he’d thought it would be. The dings of the tips had been nonstop and the bells even rang when they met their goal of $500 when he had barely even gotten his fingers into himself.  

“Eddie? I’m done now.” Oswald called out and smiled as his boyfriend walked in in his sweatpants riding low on his hips. The shorter man was floating somewhere very far away and felt very good. 

“Beautiful, darling” Ed said and knelt down to kiss Oswald. Oswald hummed and let his head loll over to lay his cheek against the wall. 

“Rinse and then a good bath?” Edward asked and picked up the dildo and held it over the tub as it was still dripping a bit of blood. Oswald hummed and nodded. 

“Yeah, just… put that in the sink, I’ll deal with it later.” Oswald said and Ed ran some water over the toy and returned to his blissed out bloody boyfriend. He looked gorgeous. Cheeks and chest all blushing pink, his scars standing out on his chest, eyes all big and dark, and of course his body all lax and lovely looking. Ed wanted to hold him and cuddle with him forever. 

“Th-“ Ed started gazing down at Oswald. 

“No riddles.” Oswald cut him off with a smirk and Edward grabbed the shower head from the wall. It was one of Oswald’s investments. And one Edward had learned was very very worthy of the splurge. 

“I love you.” Edward said and turned on the water and turned it away from the noriet until the water grew warm. Oswald hated cold water so he tucked his feet up away from the water for a moment. 

“Quick rinse or do you want me to really get at you?” Edward asked and looked over at Oswald who rolled his eyes. 

“Just rinse me off and then bath. You should join me.” Oswald said and smiled as Ed knelt down and rinsed his legs off. The older boy let his legs straighten back out so Edward could gently rub the blood away with the assistance of the perfectly warm water. 

“Of course my bird” Ed answered and quickly rinsed the blood from Os’s legs and stomach and gave a quick rinse to Oswald’s still aroused red folds. Oswald’s stomach jumped a few times when a particular stream of water hit his clit. 

“I hate pants” Oswald grumbled and pulled at Ed’s sweatpants when he put the shower head against the wall and turned the faucet on. Ed let them be pulled over his butt and pool at his ankles. He wasn’t wearing underwear, hoping on getting to join Oswald’s bath anyway. 

Oswald giggled and watched Ed with eyes full of adoration as he kicked the offensive sweats away and moved to climb in behind Oswald. 

Ed hugged Oswald’s damp body and kissed the side of his head, sweat making his lips taste slightly salty. 

“My handsome man. My pretty bird.” Ed whispered hotly into the other’s ear causing Oswald to preen and rub his head against Ed’s shoulder. 

“My beautiful boyfriend. My pretty, pretty bird.” He whispered and mouthed along the pale side of Oswald’s neck. The dark haired boy tilted his head so Ed could spread the kisses and scraps of teeth. 

Ed reached and turned the water off once the water was up to Oswald’s chest. He continued to kiss and suck marks into Oswald’s neck, making the other boy let out whined and cute little cries. 

“Eddie, please, come on- ah~” Oswald asked and shoved back so Edward’s erection rubbed against the clef of his ass, rubbing at the soft flesh there. Ed bit down on his neck and laughed a bit at Oswald’s trembling. 

Ed pulled at Oswald’s hips so he was turned around straddling the taller man’s thin thighs. 

“Please Eddie, it’s so tender.” Oswald whined and shoved his face into Ed’s shoulder and wrapped his arms lightly around Ed’s middle. 

“Say it Ozzie, just say it.” Edward said and let his hands wander across and down Oswald’s trembling body. He ended up using one hand to grasp the base of his cock and the other to rub at Oswald’s hip as his cock teased at his hole. 

“Oh you ass!” Oswald cried out and tried to shove himself down but Edward didn’t let him. 

“Say it.” Edward said and Oswald looked up at his eyes and looked so prissy in the moment. Like a brat being told no. 

“You're an ass. Please fuck me now though.” Oswald said and shouted as Ed’s cock slipped into his open body. He clung tightly back onto Ed’s muscles shoulders and let out short whimpers and grunts. 

Bath sex was his favorite. 

Bath sex was everyone’s favorite. 

-0-0-0-0-0-

“You are going to literally kill me.” Oswald said as Edward walked into their bedroom. He had the laptop open in front of him on the bed and Edward stopped short of pulling his jacket off. 

“Why? What happened?” He asked quickly. He’d hate to not know for a second longer. He moved to look at the computer and his eyes nearly bigged out of his head at the sight. 

Their bank account. 

“I didn’t turn off the stream. I didn’t press the right button. People really like you, apparently.” Oswald said with a huff of laughter at Edward’s shocked face. That one stream, one little internet stream, brought in enough for a new apartment, furniture, fucking ribeye steaks at the best restruant in town. 

“Ozzie… That’s fourteen thousand dollars.” Edward said and looked at his smiling boyfriend. 

“I’m thinking a penthouse with a view.” Oswald said before being picked up and pulled to be hugged and swung around the room. 

“Never fucking do that again! But oh my god Ozzie we can move out! I’m gonna buy so many groceries!” Edward said and they both broke out in loud laughter. 

[angeflrs]

Flufftober — Day 05: The "OH" Moment.

Pairing: Max Goof / Yakko Warner.

Fandoms: Animaniacs, A Goofy Movie (Disney).

Word Count: 439.

A/N: I skipped Day 4 because I couldn't think of anything, instead I finished a draft that I had forgotten about for a couple of years. But I'm going to leave it only in Spanish.

Versión Español: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50488909/chapters/127696348#workskin

People say that when you see someone, there comes a moment, an instant when you say “oh, I really love this person.” And it can happen at any time or in any situation, it doesn't necessarily have to be in a totally romantic or cliché environment.

But for Max, it wasn't just an “oh” moment. No.

He said “oh.” When he saw Yakko fall from the water tower and land completely unharmed and with a radiant smile.

He said “oh.” When Yakko made his cousins ​​laugh with a terrible joke and then invited them to play Monopoly as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

He said “oh.” When Yakko stumbled over his words for the first time when trying to talk to his father without showing how nervous he was about wanting to make a good impression.

He said “oh” when he saw him covered in paint of different colors from a water and paint balloon fight in the yard of the McDuck Manor, his fur was in all directions from the paint and the water drying in some places and dripped into others, laughing out loud without a filter.

He said “oh.” When the orange and pink rays of the sunset bathed his figure sitting on the edge of the beach and his eyes seemed like molten gold, calm and free like the salty wind that combed his fur.

In particular, he said “oh.” One random afternoon when they were hanging out, Max couldn't keep his eyes open any longer as he strained to listen to Yakko talk about the most recent book he had read, but which was unfortunately too boring for Max. He was already having a hard time paying attention to him without his hands wriggling or drumming on any surface or his feet bouncing incessantly because he wasn't getting enough stimulation, so eventually he started to get bored and sleep slowly overtook him.

He had jerked in alarm just before falling completely into unconsciousness, and looked at Yakko mortified and embarrassed, scared that he would think he didn't care. He apologized, but Yakko simply laughed and told him:

“It's okay Maxy, you don't have to pay attention or remember everything that I say, it's enough for me to know that you are listening and you are here with me.”

And after that, he let Max lie on his lap and continued talking about his book while stroking Max's hair.

Lulled by the unique and special sound of Yakko's voice, just before he completely slipped into warm, comforting unconsciousness, Max thought once again: “oh, I really love this person. ”

[stereotypcs]

𓏲  *   ⸺   pictures of narisa fah narong,  the  thirty-three  year  old  heiress & vogue editor-in-chief,  have been showing up all over my feed, and considering the last time they were #trending, it was due to a former employee claiming that the editor is more like a real life miranda priestly than her image suggests — i’m not likely to unfollow anytime soon. with their custom designed chanel dress , towering stilettos , and flawless make-up with her signature pink lip, they’ve managed to garner a reputation for being more vivacious than obstinate. their critics say that they’re more critical than ingenious when they aren’t too busy focusing on their stilettos clicking against the marble floor , announcing your arrival and calling all to attention before you enter the room ; how honey and wildfire are both the color gold , and a flower's thorns do not negate its sweetness ; eyes constantly fixated on the top of the next mountain to be climbed as she builds her empire ; smiles that blossom after leaving the office behind , liquid sunshine rushing to refill your veins ; one day your name will be beside the goddesses no one could ever fully understand. reputation.com has taken to calling them the people's princess in order to avoid a lawsuit ( again ).

basic information.

full name: narisa fah narong. nickname(s): risa , riri ( close friends only ). age: thirty-three. date of birth: august 19th. birthplace: bangkok , thailand. astrological sign: leo. gender & pronouns: cis woman , she / her. orientation: biromantic , bisexual. languages: thai , english , french , italian , mandarin , korean , some german & russian. occupation: heiress of the narong group , a multinational conglomerate in the hospitality and travel industries. socialite. editor-in-chief of vogue.

personality.

positive: vivacious ,  ingenious ,  sociable , ambitious ,  eloquent , confident , captivating. negative: critical ,  obstinate ,  perfectionist , blunt , impatient , dogmatic. moral alignment: neutral good. temperament: sanguine. mbti: estp - the entrepreneur. enneagram: 3w2 , the enchanter.

family ties.

father: somchai narong , ceo & chairman of the narong group. mother: esme thomas , french actress & model. siblings: three half-siblings - two from her father's second marriage , one from his third marriage. family financial status: high upper class. pets: teddy , a male cavapoo , and gigi , a female pomeranian.

the narong name first made its mark all the way back in the 1870s when the family built one of the first luxury hotels in thailand. what began as a single magnificent hotel soon expanded not only in numbers but in reach; the narongs established equally as magnificent hotels across asia, and as more years passed, they expanded in europe and then north america. anyone who was anyone stayed at the barong hotels, and the hefty price tag kept hotel doors closed to nobodies, allowing the family to not only grow their wealth but also their connections, rubbing elbows with influential figures from politicians to prominent businessmen to celebrities from all across the globe. in the past fifty years, the empire extended into the tourism world, offering luxury travel experiences to all areas of the world and most recently, acquiring and launching their own cruise line.

by the time narisa was born, the family was practically considered royalty without a crown. a staple in high society with a polished reputation, particularly in thanks to their many charitable works. narisa was the eldest of the next generation of narongs, the unofficial future crown princess once her father took over the keys to the kingdom. growing up, she wanted for nothing. not even the divorce of her parents ( love burning out as quickly as it'd blossomed ) altered her way of life - all that changed was now her summers were spent in paris, her mother's home, rather than whatever city her father was currently staying in.

initially there was no denying that narisa was her father's favorite child, his pride and joy, but then a change occurred. expectations began rising higher and higher. suddenly her father began wondering if tradition should truly be upheld - why shouldn't the company go to the best suited? he'd muse, the implication that it might not be the eldest never directly spoken but clearly implied, particularly as similar expectation were being placed on risa's half-sibling. so narisa worked harder. she pushed herself to be better, to shine brighter, to never misstep. she worked tirelessly to balance her school grades with getting involved in the family business and building her own public reputation so there could be no question that she w as the right person to be the next ceo of the narong group.

narisa's time living in paris with her mother also inspired a love for fashion. her mother tried getting her into modeling but walking the runway was never risa's cup of tea. she was far more interested in studying the designs and reading the latest fashion magazine, recognizing the artistry in both. her mother's connections enabled her to get an internship at a elle magazine in paris. it was there that she saw an fashion editor at work, and her aspiration was set in stone.

fashion wasn't a back-up plan. when a few interviewers asked that, she had shaken her head with a smile and soft laugh. what better way to prove to her father that she was deserving of being the heiress than proving herself in another industry? besides, she was narisa narong, if anyone could rule two kingdoms it was her.

she used her mother's connections to land a role as an editor at vogue france straight out of college but quickly put her own money where her nepotism perks were. she worked tirelessly to deliver the best work, often restarting or even discarding entire projects if it no longer met her standards, and constantly searching for ways to improve the magazine. promotions were quickly granted; success motivated her more. it was during her time as managing editor in paris that the initial seeds of her contradictory demeanor were planted. anyone who met narisa outside fo work would be greeted by a jovial, charming young woman, leaving no question as to how she'd become beloved by the public . . . so why did some people who worked for her whisper about a strict, overbearing boss who accepted nothing short of perfection?

the whispers, initially limited to remaining within company walls, might've quieted if they didn't follow her to new york when she became managing editor there. two years later, when she became editor-in-chief, they grew louder. but it didn't impact narisa's continued success. her work and leadership at vogue was met with high praise, numerous people recognizing her keen eye and passion, and many of her ideas credited with giving the magazine a fresh feel, ensuring it kept up with changing trends and setting new ones.

a year before becoming editor-in-chief, at her thirtieth birthday celebration, her father announced that he'd finally made his decision, and narisa was officially declared the family's heiress, ending the near two decade long speculation. the news was released to the media the next day. since then, risa balanced her work at vogue with taking a larger, active role at the narong group, primarily at their new york headquarters helping oversee their north and south american properties, proving that she could not only handle but succeed at both. one day she would fill her father's shoes but until he was ready to step back, which seemed a longtime away, she continued living her life as she had all along.

headcanons.

narisa at work and narisa away from work are two very different people. the perfectionism her father instilled in her through his endlessly rising expectations and criticizing even the smallest mistakes causes her to expect that from not only herself but those around her at work. she has little tolerance for her standards not being met and won't hesitate to correct her employees or voice her discontent. failure, in her eyes, isn't an option. but if someone succeeds, she won't hesitate to commend them. away from the office, she truly comes alive, revealing a more cheerful and jovial young woman with a big heart who loves to have fun, hang out with friends, and relishes in the spotlight.

initially, her work demeanor was contained in the fashion industry but recently reports have slipped into the wider public sphere. making some question if the image she portrays to the public is sincere.

due to the narong family's prominence, risa has been in the spotlight for as long as she can remember, attending functions with her family while growing up and eventually being invited to high society events on her own. she loves making public appearances. if there's an event or party, risa is sure to make an appearance.

utterly adored by the public - one would almost think she is royalty. it was the media who first called her "princess narong" and the monikor has stuck every since.

suffice to say her social media following is massive, and risa is very active on it. also has a social media account for her two dogs.

more than a little vain. she refuses to step outside the house if even a hair is out of place. is constantly dressed up. she'll wear more casual clothes at home but the minute she steps out into public, she'd dressed fashionably.

the narong family prides themselves on their mostly positive image so narisa is fairly image conscious. in her eyes, bad press is indeed bad. thus, she can be selective with who she allows in her circle of friends

home life wasn't always the most peaceful while she was growing up. her parents divorced when she was too young to remember any of the fights, but she was there to witness the downfall of her father's second and third marriages. her father wasn't the perfect husband or father by any means. never violent or unfaithful, but very strict and unforgiving. the narong patriarch has, thankfully in risa's eyes, remained single since his third divorce despite dating around.

despite that, narisa still admires her father. hasn't fully accepted that the competition he encouraged between her and her half-sibling wasn't right and instead believes it was done to make her stronger, which. in her eyes, it did.

part of the reason her reputation has remained so positive is her continued dedication to partaking in charitable works. she's genuinely passionate about making a difference in the world by helping people through the narong group's charitable wing. and if the press notices well, there's nothing wrong about that.

[agentelevatormusic]

The Ride

Despite fifteen years with the Foundation, Vera had been flown in by helicopter on mercifully few occasions. It usually signified disaster, either imminent or in progress, and most of the time the helicopter was up in the air for less time than it took to load in herself and the patient.

This one, however, had been flying long enough that Vera had finished all three of the rather hefty medical journals she’d brought along in her light bag for the journey. Vera realized all too quickly that the estimated reading time she’d allotted for the books had either been a grievous, and uncharacteristic miscalculation, or they’d been in the air for a good time longer than she’d believed possible for a helicopter to stay up. 

She leaned back and closed her eyes. This was the Foundation. Anything was possible. Literally anything. Something was off, yes, but there was no reason to dwell on it. 

Instead, she began listing things. Taking a mental inventory of everything she’d packed. Her sidearm and her assault rifle had been confiscated, surprisingly, but they would likely provide her an upgrade upon arrival. 

Then she listed the treasures in Tom’s collections. Almost all of it was in her long term storage unit now. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Vera was hit with a pang of sadness. If only she’d brought his seashells. Tom had doted on that collection. Whenever he added a new piece, he would spend hours polishing the entire bunch. Offering her shells with the most color. Pinks and purples and reds. The smoothest nacre. The most intoxicating sound of the sea. 

Vera shook her head and began to list every time she had ever been in a helicopter. All the times she had done as much as she could on the ground only to carry on inside a machine that whirred maddeningly all around her in the hopes that her patient would live. It was impossible not to remember, with bitterness, the involvement of a helicopter evacuation in what she considered among her darkest moments amidst a veritable lifetime of darkest moments.

There was no use in being angry with the Foundation. 

She leaned forward. Pressed her elbows against her knees as best she could with the helicopter belting. The opening notes to Over the Rainbow flickered to life in Vera’s mind. She glanced over at her violin, Sarasvati, carefully strapped in on her right. Vera had insisted. The violin was not optional. The violin was a condition of boarding. 

The song continued softly in her memory. Only violin and piano accompaniment. She and Ella had learned it before either of them had been playing a full year as a present for Ella’s sixth birthday. A present they adored and remembered almost entirely with fondness, for once. The Wizard of Oz had been their favorite everything growing up. They read each other the books, dressed up as Dorothy and Glinda the Good, and ruined the cassette overwatching the movie in their limited spare time. It was still Ella’s favorite. Likely, it always would be. 

Vera drew in a sharp breath and reached under the collar of her blouse. She drew out a delicate gold chain with two simple wedding bands on it. One she’d removed so recently that a pale, thin line remained visible on her ring finger. The other she’d taken off years before. Though she’d tried at times to leave it in the matchbox with the other two, she’d never successfully put it away for more than a few days before pulling it back out. Vera ran her thumb and forefinger over the outer rim of each ring. It soothed her and carried her gently back to them both. The tiny action was hypnotic. Eventually, Vera fell asleep. 

The landing woke her with a start. Vera remained seated longer than was at all required of her. She ran a few more circles around the rings while she stared at the doors. There was no way to know what lay behind them, but she did feel grateful that, for once, the helicopter’s signals were off. Before takeoff, Vera had shut her eyes to the screaming brightness of those red and white lights. 

With the lights off, if anything, it reminded Vera of the calm before entering an operating suite. The routine of stepping backwards into the room with all the confidence of a surgeon and all the reassurance of a physician. It reminded Vera of her hands, sure and steady, before the first incision.

She unbelted herself and had a leisurely stretch as they opened the doors for her. Tucked the rings back into her blouse. Tugged on her bag and her kit as her curly hair began to pick up in the wind. Vera unstrapped Sarasvati and held the violin close. And then, with a toothy grin at her handlers, she walked backwards towards the open doors and hopped off the helicopter. 

The doctor was in. 

[applejuiceism]

applejuiceism talks about her mime ocs that only she cares about cuz theyre trapped in her brain and not talked about like, anywhere else

huge chunks of text warning ... i only go over POP, SNAP PEA, COPYCAT and BIP

POP is the first mime oc i ever made, based around 80s glamrock fashion and general 'glam' motifs. they (they/any) are extremely energetic and outgoing, willing to spark up conversation with anyone, even the most awkward and antisocial people. somebody could silently stare at them, or be clearly uninterested, and they'd still yap away non-stop. this extroverted-ness is a blessing and a curse however, because they tend to not pick up on social cues that indicate the person is uncomfortable; therefore, they have a tendency to overwhelm folks by trying to push them into talking, without meaning to!! their true color is a PASTEL GREEN, which they're ashamed of, and actively hide by pretending their true color is a hot neon pink. the only traces of their true color is in their eyes, tongue and hemolyph. they shut down and their personality takes a 180 when it's pointed out to them; it's a huge topic of insecurity.

SNAP PEA is sort of the second one i ever made? based around cows. he's (he/him) friendly and understanding, willing to be a shoulder to cry on for anyone who needs it. he tends to be a little awkward sometimes, not at all blessed with natural charisma, but he tries his best either way. when you're around him, you're bound to likely enjoy your time—even if theres moments of silence because he doesn't know what to say. unlike most mimes, SNAP PEA is VERY living-oriented. he is basically the biggest advocator for their safety, and he makes that very known. with his dangerously high levels of strength and durability, he easily wipes out any mime who is deemed hostile towards the living. his mime kill-streak is ... pretty high. he doesn't actively seek out mimes to snuff out, but if one happens to cross his path and isn't apart of Light's Cooperative or is otherwise 'safe', they will not be around long. despite all of this, he's still a good guy (objectively), and a great leader when he's allowed to be. also he's HARVEST GOLD.

COPYCAT is sort of unknown lol. i forgot when exactly i made her in order. she's (she/her or any) rude and mean, often spitting out random insults just to give you a taste of her annoyance. it's not very hard to aggravate her, and while she won't physically attack you (she can't, really, her hemolyph is too low for the risk), she will indeed call you a plethora of names and give you the dirtiest looks. ignoring all of this, she's not 24/7 bitchy, and more often than not she's simply snappy. no matter who she's with, she tends to talk their head off; going down rabbit holes of random topics until she's either decided she's had enough, or you're clearly not interested. she, obviously, prefers to be around people who are willing to listen to her. her opinions are very strong as a front, but it's easy to wilt her feelings and make her question herself. she LOVES the living; wishing she was one of them rather than a mime. as a mime herself in general, she is a copycat of one of the living cast, and as a result she has a lot of moral dilemmas surrounding it. but that's a whole can of worms in of itself. she's WINE RED.

BIP is one of the most recent mime ocs i have. he (he/him) is literally the worst guy ever. wish i was joking. he is hated by almost every single one of my ocs, both living and mimes, with the exception of just roughly three (mind you, i have like 10+ ocs in cq). and it's for a good reason—aforementioned, he is awful. he likes to piss people off to a degree of purposefully overstimulating them, and often will make them so upset they want to harm him. which never works. he's physically strong, and sometimes he uses them 'initiating it' to kick someone's shit in for fun. the only mimes who like him are his wife DAME (she/they), his 'friend' PRAIRIE (she/her), and his sister DOROTHY (xe/xem). it's all mostly tolerance, besides his wife, whom loves him as much as he loves her. they're inseparable. anyway; BIP is incredibly hard to be around, and likes making people suffer, so there's no use in trying to talk sense into him. people have tried. he is PASTEL PURPLE.

thanks for coming