#How to Unique Bridal Look

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Unveiling the Modern Lehenga: A Curated Collection by Samyakk

Introduction:

The wedding season is a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors, joyous celebrations, and of course, the bride in all her resplendent glory. In the realm of Indian weddings, the lehenga remains the undisputed queen of bridal attire. But tradition takes an exciting turn each year as designers infuse fresh influences and exquisite craftsmanship to create ethnic wedding lehengas that are nothing short of show stopping.

This blog delves into the hottest trends that are stealing the show in 2024, highlighting the unique designs, color combinations, and intricate detailing that are captivating brides-to-be. We will also explore some of the most exclusive bridal lehengas from Samyakk.com, a treasure trove for those seeking a lehenga that reflects their unique personality and makes a lasting impression.

“Happiness is the secret to all beauty. There is no beauty that is attractive without happiness.” — Christian Dior

A Symphony of Colors: Breaking the Mold

Gone are the days of predictable palettes. Modern brides are embracing a kaleidoscope of colors, from trending bridal lehenga choli colors like jewel tones (emerald green, sapphire blue) to softer hues like blush pink and lavender. Unexpected pairings are also in vogue, with brides opting for an ethnic lehenga for wedding bride in mustard yellow with hints of lavender, creating a truly personalized statement.

The Power of Prints: Where Tradition Meets Modernity

Prints are no longer relegated to a supporting role. Latest wedding lehenga designs showcase a resurgence of traditional motifs like paisley and floras, but with a modern twist. Think bolder colors, unexpected placements, and unconventional embellishments. Stylish bridal lehenga choli outfit collections from Samyakk.com, for instance, feature breathtaking paisley jaals in metallic gold or geometric prints in shades of gold, adding a touch of edge and sophistication.

If you are looking for an ethnic wedding outfit, look no further, visit Samyakk.com and choose from a wide range of lehenga designs such as:

Egyptian Blue Sequins Embroidered Bridal Lehenga.

Asha Bhat in Samyakk’s Rust Orange Sequins Embroidered Raw Silk Bridal Lehenga.

Petal Pink Resham Embroidered Silk Exclusive Bridal Lehenga.

Dark Maroon Red Zardozi Embroidered Velvet Exclusive Bridal Lehenga.

Dark Plum Purple Sequins Embroidered Net Bridal Lehenga.

Tender Peach Sequins Embroidered Net Bridal Lehenga.

The Magic of Textures: Adding Depth and Dimension

Designers are pushing the boundaries by experimenting with textures in wedding lehenga designs. Imagine a lehenga/bridal where luxurious velvet panels are interspersed with soft tulle borders or a lehenga where shimmering silk panels are interspersed with plush velvet borders. Samyakk.com offers a variety of trendy bridal lehenga outfit that exemplify this textural play, adding depth and dimension to the outfit.

The Statement Dupatta: More than Just a Veil

The dupatta, traditionally a veil, is now a fashion statement in its own right. Brides are experimenting with lengths, drapes, and embellishments. Samyakk.com offers a variety of dupatta to complete your unique look. A bride can choose a dramatically long dupatta reaching the floor, or a shorter one that drapes gracefully over the shoulder accompanying her ethnic wedding lehenga. Embellishments range from delicate mirror work to opulent Zardozi embroidery, making the dupatta a true showstopper.

“Fashion is about dreaming and making other people dream.” — Donatella Versace

Are you a bride-to-be seeking a lehenga that reflects your unique style? Look no further than Samyakk, Bangalore’s premier ethnic boutique! We understand that your wedding day is a momentous occasion, and your bridal lehenga should be nothing short of extraordinary.

Modern Bridal Lehenga Trends: Forget the Ordinary! At Samyakk, we celebrate the evolution of the lehenga. We curate a collection that embraces stylish bridal lehenga collections that are both contemporary and timeless. Discover designer wedding lehenga styles that showcase intricate craftsmanship alongside the latest trends and now let’s learn about different lehengas.

Finding Your Dream Lehenga: A Look at Samyakk.com’s Exclusive Collections

Samyakk.com doesn’t just showcase the latest trends; they translate them into breathtaking bridal wear. Here’s a glimpse into some of their exclusive collections:

The Royal Grandeur Collection: Imagine designer wedding lehenga styles fit for a queen, crafted from luxurious crimson red silk bridal lehenga and Rukmini Vasanth in deep teal velvet wedding lehenga, adorned with intricate Zardozi work and precious stones.

The Fairytale Collection: This collection features wedding lehengas online that embody the magic of fairytales, with soft pastels, whimsical prints, and delicate embellishments.

The Bohemian Rhapsody Collection: For the free-spirited bride, Samyakk.com offers lehengas with a touch of bohemian flair, featuring flowy silhouettes, lightweight fabrics, and nature-inspired motifs.

Embrace Your Style, Make a Statement

With the plethora of trends and options available, brides can truly find a wedding lehenga for a woman that reflects their unique personality. Whether you seek a designer wedding lehenga in Bangalore or a trendy lehenga online or online ethnic wedding lehenga outfit, explore the latest trends, embrace your personal style, and get ready to make a lasting impression on your wedding day! New arrivals bridal lehengas, are constantly emerging, so keep an eye out for the latest collections from Samyakk.com and other leading designers.

Samyakk: Where Tradition Meets Trend in Bridal Lehengas!

Modern Bridal Lehenga Trends: Forget the ordinary! At Samyakk, we celebrate the evolution of the lehenga. We curate a collection that embraces stylish bridal lehenga collections that are both contemporary and timeless. Discover designer wedding lehenga styles that showcase intricate craftsmanship alongside the latest trends.

A Glimpse into New Arrivals: Our shelves are constantly brimming with new arrivals in bridal lehengas. Picture yourself adorned in fashionable bridal lehenga ensembles crafted from luxurious fabrics and adorned with exquisite embellishments. Whether you seek a modern silhouette, a touch of elegance, or a captivating fusion of tradition and innovation, we have the perfect lehenga waiting for you.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. What kind of bridal lehengas does Samyakk offer? A: Samyakk offers a wide range of stylish and modern bridal lehenga collections, featuring designer wedding lehenga styles, new arrivals in bridal lehengas, and fashionable bridal lehenga ensembles. They cater to brides who seek a unique and elegant look for their wedding day.

2. What makes Samyakk’s bridal lehengas special? A: Samyakk’s bridal lehengas combine contemporary design with traditional craftsmanship. They use luxurious fabrics, exquisite embellishments, and offer a variety of silhouettes to flatter different figures. Their goal is to make every bride feel confident and radiant on her wedding day.

3. Can I find a lehenga that reflects my personal style at Samyakk? A: Absolutely! Samyakk understands that every bride has a unique vision. Their dedicated team is there to guide you through their collection and help you find the perfect lehenga that reflects your personality and dreams.

4. How can I learn more about Samyakk’s bridal lehengas? A: You can visit their website, Samyakk.com, or visit their store in Bangalore to explore their collection and speak with their team.

5. What is the focus of the blog post? A: The blog post highlights the modern bridal lehenga trends available at Samyakk, a Bangalore ethnic store. It showcases their stylish and elegant bridal lehenga collections, designed to make every bride feel special on her wedding day.

Conclusion

Experience Elegance at Samyakk: At Samyakk, we believe that every bride deserves to feel like royalty on her special day. Our elegant wedding lehenga outfits are designed to flatter your figure and make you feel confident and radiant.

Embrace Your Individuality: We understand that every bride has a distinct vision. Our dedicated team is here to guide you through our exquisite collection, helping you find the bridal lehenga that best reflects your personality and dreams.

Visit Samyakk.com or our Bangalore store to embark on a journey of discovering your dream lehenga! Let us transform your vision into a reality, making your wedding day an unforgettable celebration.

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I'm so glad I discovered your blog, your writing is so good!! I'd definitely be interested in more Attractive things ____ does headcanons for the rest of the milfs 🥺

Attractive things that the Arcane milfs do

a/n: there will be some nsfw themes in this work and you can find a separate post for Sevika here

GRAYSON

Whenever she comes home from work, she smells faintly of gunpowder, sweat as well as the sandalwood cologne she likes to put on every morning and, although it might seem weird to some people, you love it. It's just a combination of smells that is so uniquely hers and you often steal her clothes and wear them whenever she's stuck at work late into the night.

You love to watch Grayson practice shooting. She just looks so in her element, all strict and poised, with her shoulders drawn up and her legs firmly planted on the ground. Seeing her calculated and focused gaze makes you go all hot under the collar. It's not like she's oblivious to it either, Grayson is perfectly aware of the effect she has on you and she relishes in it.

The way she wears her uniform never fails to make you all hot and bothered. She just wears it so well and looks so handsome in it and you always make sure to tell her that. She actually suggests wearing it for you during bedroom activities since you seem to like it so much. Who are you to say no to that?

Hugs you from behind whenever she can. Puts her arms around your waist, kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear. Sometimes she whispers sweet and cute things, other times it's just downright filth. Her voice never fails to make you wet and she takes full advantage of that.

CASSANDRA

Takes off her gloves and puts her hand on the back of your neck, slowly caressing it with her soft and warm fingers. Smirks when she sees the goosebumps that appear on your skin whenever she does that and will tease you for it.

Cassandra smokes on occasion and, damn, does she look good doing it. She is very graceful and careful with it, softly and seductively blowing smoke while looking you in the eyes. Always demands you keep eye contact with her as it is a sign of trust and the blush that appears on your cheeks is simply adorable.

She can be very strict and bossy if you want her to be. She likes giving her partner orders, especially if they're obedient and follow through them without question. Cassandra is a woman who demands respect but she'll always repay it to you. Rewards your obedience with gifts and lots of praise.

Has to have her mark on you in some way. She is a possessive and protective woman and wants everyone to be aware of who you belong to. If you are willing, she gets you a simple gold day collar with a golden letter 'C' hanging from the chain. The collar you wear in private is consisted of a dark brown leather belt with the centerpiece being a pendant identical to the one she has dangling from her ears.

AMBESSA

Displays her strength by constantly picking you up bridal style whenever she can. Also loves to manhandle you in bed if you're into that. Has a size kink so she loves being able to bend and break you as she sees fit.

As demanding Ambessa is, she knows how to reward good behavior. Be an obedient pet to her and you'll never have to wish for anything. Showers you in riches and war spoils, loves seeing you adorned in gold jewelry and expensive silk. Also buys lingerie for you quite often and you don't really mind, seeing as Ambessa actually pays attention to your likes and dislikes so the clothing pieces are always something which suits your taste.

Sleeps naked, but only with someone she's romantically involved with. Being naked next to you while asleep is an incredibly vulnerable display of trust from someone like her and you certainly don't mind. She is overjoyed if you do the same but will respect it if you aren't comfortable with it.

Although she is a woman of force and a brute, one important demand that Ambessa has for you is to set your boundaries and always tell her if you feel uncomfortable. She is aware how her roughness and strength might seem intimidating to others but she never wants you to see her that way. Her pleasure means nothing if you aren't feeling good too. Is always very respectful of your space and comfort because she truly does love you and never wishes to see you hurt, especially by her actions.

[evermore-fashion]

Met Gala 2023: My Top 10 Women’s Looks

Here we go, this is my 10 women’s looks from the Met Gala 2023. Just to remind everyone that my opinions are mine alone, so feel free to agree or disagree with me as much as you like. However I will not tolerate any hate personally aimed at me if you disagree with me to the point where you want to start an argument. So let’s keep it respectful, clean (language wise) and more importantly let’s have some fun with this. Like I said, if you’re looking for an argument, then you’re following the wrong fashion blog. 

1. Kim Kardashian wearing Schiaparelli. This was the first look I saw this morning when I switched my phone on and I was blown away by it. I honestly didn’t know what to expect from Kim after her look from last year that got a lot of people talking. So I was pleasantly surprised to see her in an original design that shows off her body in all the right places and I love the draped pearls across her breasts (which are actually covered by a nude bra). Overall it was another Met Gala and another show stopping moment from Kim Kardashian.

2. Doja Cat wearing Oscar De La Renta In comparison to Jared Leto, Doja Cat understood the theme and took it to a whole other level that was both unexpected but not at the same time. I loved the use of prosthetics that complimented her simple yet stunning crystallised gown. Plus who doesn’t love a gown with a hood that has cat ears coming out the top that makes you look like a fashionista rather than someone attending a Halloween party?

3. Gigi Hadid wearing Givenchy I’m a sucker for a black gown that comes not just with a corset but a lot of tulle draped perfectly in all the right places as well. Gigi just looked stunning in this and considering a lot of attendee’s were also wearing either black or white, her Givenchy gown stood out when I was scrolling endlessly through all the looks earlier today. Simple, yet perfect sums up her look that I couldn't not add to my top 10 favourites. 4. Cardi B wearing Chenpeng Studio  I just loved the edgy yet alternative bridal look that also incorporated a masculine energy through the shirt and tie design blended with a corset that still made the overall gown look and feel feminine as well as beautiful. I’m not a fan of Cardi B as a rapper but like Kim Kardashian her Met Gala looks have never disappointed and I think this look was one of her best yet. 

5. Devon Aoki wearing Jeremy Scott Even though it’s yet another black & white gown, I just love the cartoon styled wings on the bust line of the corset. To me it made this gown stand out in the sea on monochrome that plagued the Met Gala 2023. Without that unique design, this gown would’ve gone unnoticed and it would’ve easily become another gown that was worn to the wrong event.

6. Florence Pugh in Valentino Florence has been killing it with her red carpet looks in the last 18 months or so, so it was no surprise that she would turn heads at the Met Gala. Whilst I'm not a fan of Valentino since Pierpaolo Piccioli took over as creative designer when Maria Grazi Chiuri left for Dior back in 2016, I can’t help but love this look. A simple white gown paired with a huge feather crown just looked stunning on Florence and it’s another reason why we love seeing show stopping numbers like this one.

7. Glenn Close wearing Erdem Moralıoğlu Similar to Florence Pugh’s look, Glenn Close just looked phenomenal in her Erdem Moralıoğlu design. Once again it was simple yet stunning and I loved the colour on her. It suited her to a tee and what better way to pair a simple gown that with a huge pale blue cape and the sparkliest jewellery of the night. It just goes to show that anyone of any age and can look amazing when dressed perfectly for the Met Gala.

8. Liu Wen wearing Tory Burch I just love how simple the gown is yet at the bottom it’s filled with white flowers that make the Tory Burch gown stand out amongst hundreds of Met Gala looks. The whole look screams red carpet but it’s also the ideal gown for a bride who doesn’t want to wear white to her wedding. Liu Wen just looked stunning in it and it’s why her look has made it into my top 10. 

9. Salma Hayek wearing Gucci I just love that it wasn’t black or white and the sharpness of the red looked phenomenal on Salma both in the PVC corset and the long tiered skirt. Plus the subtle draping of the pearls as straps just topped the look off altogether. Once again I loved everything about it and I can’t fault it at all. It was perfect.  10. Tems wearing Robert Wun This gown was a standout for all the right reasons. Tems looked absolutely gorgeous from head to toe and I love how all the feathers are perfectly placed on both the gown, the gloves and the headpiece from stepping over that line from haute couture into a costume. The shape of the gown also compliments her body to her a tee and I couldn’t think of anything better that Tem’s could’ve worn to the Met Gala.  So this concludes my top 10 looks from the Met Gala 2023. I have to say picking this list was hard because there were so many another amazing designs worn last night, however these 10 stand out to me the most. Feel free to leave your opinion in the comments about which was your standout garment from last night, perhaps it’s on my list and perhaps it’s not. 

I look forward to hearing what you all have to say about this year’s fashion.

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fuck it. ronance wedding headcanons

- they def had an unofficial lil backyard “wedding” with the party back in the 90s. like, jeans and tee shirts and 15 dollar rings and eat hot dogs around a fire pit unofficial

- they kept those cheap ass rings on 24/7, and when they finally rusted and crumbled and were absolutely unwearable they put them in nancy’s ballerina trinket box, the one robin’s still fascinated by after all these years

- when they bought their first house (they move to indianapolis so nancy can work for the star btw, i feel like robin would be some sort of counselor too?), the first thing robin did was take a big ol bulletin board and nail it right to the bedroom wall. for the next twenty years it became their dream board, where they’d pin magazine clippings of suits and dresses, rings and bouquets and venues, dreaming of the day it could be their turn for real

- they have a record player in their kitchen and play cheesy slow music, elvis and frank sinatra typa stuff, while they cook or eat dinner or do work at the counter. every time a song that nancy likes comes on she begs robin to slow dance with her, and she grudgingly agrees every time. and robin fucking sucks. tripping over nothing, not knowing where to look or put her hands, getting flustered at every little move her girlfriend makes. nancy jokes that robin better not be like this during their first dance, and robin grumbles back that she’d rather hire a stunt double than suffer through this (she secretly loves it tho)

- attending weddings is so hard for them. not that they’re not happy for the couples, but because they know they might never get one of their own. when they get. home from max and lucas’ wedding, nancy breaks down in robin’s arms, sobbing that it would be so much easier if she were straight. robin holds her tight and reassures her so gently, and after she calms down they pull out the stack of wedding inspiration books they’ve acquired over the years, put on an old rom-com, settle side by side on the couch and stay up until 3 am gushing over ideas

- in 2015, the moment the announcement comes out that the supreme court legalized gay marriage, nancy speeds home from work, like, 20 miles over the speed limit and finds robin on the front steps, sobbing her eyeballs out, a big dumb grin on her face. nancy gets down on one knee right there on the driveway, not caring that it’s pouring rain and she doesn’t have a ring and and she looks like she just stepped out of the goddamn upside down. robin drops to the ground in front of her and kisses nancy harder than ever before

- nancy wants a traditional wedding. robin wants fun and unique, none of that “old-fashioned bullshit”. they butt heads over it constantly during the planning process, but slowly grow to adore each others’ styles and compromise on every detail

the invitations ^^^ they have a cute lil spring wedding right before their 50th birthdays😇

robin’s suit n nancy’s dress ^^^ nance would absolutely be the typa girl to wear karen’s old dress and robin would want the most basic, no frills suit to ever exist

their shoes ^^^ robin can barely stand on her own two feet so heels were out of the question. nancy spent weeks and weeks learning how to embroider just so she could surprise her fiance with cute flowered converse at their bridal shower. robin cried

their hair ^^^ idk what to caption this with lol

their flowers ^^^ ruth n rose colors, Nancy thought it was fucking hilarious when robin suggested it so it stuck. the idea of robin in a boutonniere makes me drool too

the ceremony n reception ^^^ nance wanted to get married in a big white church like she saw in movies when she was a little girl, robin wanted someplace quaint and cozy to spend the night surrounded by her best friends. worked out perfectly

their rings ^^^ adorbs

the cake^^^ robin would 100% take nancy's last name bc she worships her wife and fuck stereotypes

^^^ i like to think steve jokingly suggests they serve ice cream, a lil nod to their scoops days, not expecting robin to adore the idea and immediately write it down

best men steve and jonathan ^^^ they wouldn't have bridesmaids cuz what other women do they need in their lives tbh👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

other stuff:

-being apart for like 3 hours while they get ready is torture. before the ceremony they do that first look thingy where they're standing back to back on opposite sides of a wall and they're holding hands and they're so nervous and giggly and then they do a countdown and peek around and both of them just stand there in shock. like they just watched the sky open up and an angel fall to earth. and then nance throws her arms around robin's neck and they start bawling cuz they realize their 20-plus-year dream is coming true UGH. when they step back robin runs a finger through nancy's curls and whispers how she's as beautiful as the first time she laid eyes on her and nancy melts

-they walk down the aisle hand in hand, exchange long sappy handwritten vows, and fall so perfectly into place when they kiss. it's like a scene from a disney movie. not dry eye in the damn building

-at the reception, there's lil charcuterie boards at each table, and they serve wood-fired pizza cuz it's what they ate on their first date (plus it's robin's fave)

-steve and jonathan bring the HOUSE down with their best men speeches. steve's is full of embarrassing jokes about robin that make her face turn red, and when he brings up how she peed her pants in the russian lab she jokingly (kinda) threatens to slit his throat. jonathan's is so sweet and tender and you can tell he still loves nance so so much

-after the speeches robin excuses herself outside and comes back 5 minutes later with a guitar. she plays a song she wrote for nancy. it's generous heart. because maya is robin in this world and doesn't exist and tbh i don't care. it's incredible

-their first dance song is first day of my life by bright eyes

-i hate ted and idk anything aboutt robin's dad so they don't get dances whoops

-nancy cuts the cake because robin with knives is a death wish

-the ice cream cart is a huge hit (steve brags about it for years). robin's a chocolate girl and nancy's a lemon sorbet lover

-they drink champagne and dance to 80s music until the ceiling spins. around midnight nancy grabs robin's hand and pulls her through the crowd to the balcony. they sway there together under the stars, foreheads pressed together, pressing an occasional kiss to the other's cheek. in that moment, they both agree nothing on their dream board could be as good as this

-ALSO instead of a honeymoon they take a road trip, driving route 66 to california, stopping to take pictures at every little landmark and singing at the top of their lungs for hours💘

[thatsonemorbidcorvid]

“Forced marriage — in which one or both parties do not give full, free consent — is recognized globally as a form of modern slavery. My story is far from unique: Around the world, 22 million people were in a forced marriage as of 2021.

Yet, even though the United States acknowledges that forced marriage is a human rights abuse, few laws and policies are in place to prevent or punish it, and the nation has paid such scant attention to this issue that we do not even know how often forced marriage happens here. 

What’s more, child marriage remains legal in most U.S. states, even though it is recognized as a form of forced marriage and a human rights abuse. Some 300,000 children were married in the U.S. between 2000 and 2018, mostly girls wed to adult men. At least 60,000 marriages occurred at an age or with a spousal age difference that should have been considered a sex crime.”

Note: The following essay contains descriptions of sexual assault and abuse.

They sent me off to be raped, with a party and a tube of K-Y Jelly.

The lubricant was to reduce the intense physical pain they explained I would endure while being penetrated by a stranger-turned-husband, without foreplay, without consent. Every month. Until death do us part.

The party — a low-budget wedding in 1995 at a Brooklyn venue aptly nicknamed Armpit Terrace — was to distract me from the horrific reality of my forced marriage to the stranger.

“Mazel tov!” they told me, beaming.

In the reclusive Orthodox Jewish community in New York City where I grew up, choices about whether, when and whom I would marry did not belong to me. At home and at the all-girls religious school I attended, where I learned to cook and sew and keep house, I was groomed from early childhood to expect a teen marriage to a stranger my family and a matchmaker would choose for me.

I was allowed to meet the stranger several times before my engagement, but I was not allowed to be alone with him nor to have any physical contact with him. I was a clueless 19-year-old who had never been allowed to “talk to a boy,” and suddenly I was given a matter of hours, over a period of a few weeks, to answer my family and his family and the matchmaker and everyone in the community standing there, tapping their feet, looking at their watches, waiting for me to tell them: You’ll marry this man we chose for you, right?

“No” was never really an option.

During my six-week engagement, I still was not allowed to be alone with the groom nor to have any physical contact with him, which left more time for me to begin experiencing the myriad other abuses that come with a forced marriage.

First, a virginity exam. The groom’s rabbi sent me to an Orthodox Jewish gynecologist, where I was instructed to disrobe, get on the examination table and put my feet in the stirrups. The doctor inserted her gloved fingers into my vagina and confirmed that my hymen was intact.

“Mazel tov!” she told me, beaming.

I attended one-on-one bridal classes, where the curriculum centered on the requirement that I have unprotected sex with my husband on my wedding night and on a monthly basis thereafter. A lifetime of rape.

Yes, the rapes probably would hurt, the bridal class teacher explained. Hence the K-Y Jelly.

“Mazel tov!” she told me, beaming.

My stranger-turned-husband turned out to be violent and abusive. I learned this exactly one week after our wedding, when he became enraged because he had woken up late, and he punched his fist through the wall — hard enough to leave a sizable hole. 

His first threat to kill me came only days later. Soon these threats became more frequent, specific and gruesome. He was brimming with creative ideas for how he would end my life, and he took the time to describe them to me in vivid detail. A lifetime of fear.

Yet I was trapped.

My forced marital sex was carefully timed each month for when I was ovulating. The reason for this was obvious: My first child was born 11 months after my wedding, and soon I had a second child.

I love my daughters, but I did not consent to having them. A lifetime of forced parenthood.

This denial of sexual and reproductive rights was not the only shackle preventing me from leaving my marriage. My husband did not allow me to have my own bank account or credit card, and I was taught that, under Orthodox Jewish law, if my husband allowed me to work, any money I earned belonged to him. A lifetime of domestic servitude and financial dependence.

I had limited legal rights too. Under Orthodox Jewish law, only a man can grant a divorce. I, as a woman, did not have the legal right to end my own marriage. A lifetime of being locked in unwanted wedlock.

One escape route for me would have been to move back in with my family as an agunah, a “chained woman” who is bound to a husband who refuses her a divorce. The life of an agunah is brutal; she is shamed for her powerlessness, blamed for her failed marriage and treated as an outcast. 

But even this dreadful escape route was closed to me, because my family refused to take me back in. A lifetime of betrayal.

So I remained trapped in my abusive forced marriage. In accordance with Orthodox Jewish law, I was considered “unclean” every time I menstruated. While I was “unclean,” I was prohibited from having physical contact with my husband, sleeping in the same bed as him, handing him anything or undressing or singing in front of him. A lifetime of shame.

Once my period ended, I needed to count seven “clean” days without any menstrual blood, during which time the rules against physical contact continued. To make sure I stayed “clean” for the full seven days, I was required to wear white panties and, twice a day, to insert a white cloth into my vagina, swish it around and inspect it in sunlight to make sure it did not have blood spots. If I found questionable marks on my panties and could not tell whether they were blood, the rabbi would inspect them and give his pronouncement.

And the rabbi would keep my panties. A lifetime of extreme patriarchy.

Each month, after the seven “clean” days, I was forced to strip naked in front of an attendant who watched me immerse in a mikvah, or a ritual bath of rainwater, which frequently left me with a yeast infection and always left me shaking uncontrollably. A lifetime of violation. 

All I wanted, every time I left the mikvah, was to take a hot shower and scrub the violation off me. That was prohibited. Instead I was required to go home and have nonconsensual sex with the man who had spent the day describing to me in graphic detail how he was going to murder me. The man who would not let me close the door when I used the bathroom, because “what was I hiding from him in there?”

No matter. I had to get on the bed and spread my legs and forget what had happened to me at the mikvah and ignore the pain while I waited for him to finish, and I had to remind myself how lucky I was that he usually was done after only three or four thrusts. A lifetime straight out of Margaret Atwood’s “The Handmaid’s Tale.”

Forced marriage — in which one or both parties do not give full, free consent — is recognized globally as a form of modern slavery. My story is far from unique: Around the world, 22 million people were in a forced marriage as of 2021.

Yet, even though the United States acknowledges that forced marriage is a human rights abuse, few laws and policies are in place to prevent or punish it, and the nation has paid such scant attention to this issue that we do not even know how often forced marriage happens here. 

What’s more, child marriage remains legal in most U.S. states, even though it is recognized as a form of forced marriage and a human rights abuse. Some 300,000 children were married in the U.S. between 2000 and 2018, mostly girls wed to adult men. At least 60,000 marriages occurred at an age or with a spousal age difference that should have been considered a sex crime.

My husband would regularly search through my personal belongings in front of me, including in the pockets of the clothing in my closet and in my bag of tampons under the bathroom sink. A lifetime of subjugation. When I finally realized at age 27 that I was the only person who would help me leave my abusive forced marriage alive and I decided I would secretly save up cash for my escape, I found the only safe hiding place in the house: a box of Whole Grain Total in the pantry.

I saved more than $40,000 in that cereal box over the next five years.

During those years I also defied my community and did something no one in my family had ever done: I became a college student. My husband forbade me from attending classes. I informed him, calmly, that nothing he did to me would stop me from getting my education.

And I did something no one I knew had ever done: I threw out the limp, ugly wig I was required to wear as a married woman to cover my own thick, healthy hair. I walked outside with my uncovered head held high — the equivalent, in that community, of walking outside naked.

My family retaliated immediately by shunning me. One of my sisters notified me that my family was planning to sit shiva — or observe the Jewish mourning ritual for me — as if I had literally died. I have had almost no contact with my family since that day. A lifetime of being dead.

But I graduated from Rutgers University (as commencement speaker, the equivalent of valedictorian) at age 32, and I escaped my abusive forced marriage on my own, with my daughters and my box of Total. I fled the Orthodox Jewish community too, and I rebuilt my life.

In 2011 I founded a nonprofit organization, Unchained At Last, to combat forced and child marriage in the U.S. through direct services and systems change.

The U.S. is one of 193 countries that agree forced and child marriage are harmful practices, particularly for women and girls, and have promised to eliminate these abuses by year 2030 to help achieve gender equality, under the United Nations Sustainable Development Goals. Yet the U.S. is not on track to keep its promise. 

I refuse to accept this. Not after I escaped my lifetime of oppression.

We at Unchained are fighting back by providing crucial wraparound services to a long-ignored population: those who are fleeing an existing or impending forced marriage in the U.S. To date we have provided legal and social services, always for free, to nearly 1,000 individuals, to help give them a lifetime of dignity, safety and hope.

We also started a national movement to end child marriage. In the last few years, our groundbreaking research and relentless advocacy have allowed us to help change the law in 10 U.S. states to ban child marriage — a stunning victory for the 7.5 million girls who live in those 10 states — and we are working on the other 40.

A lifetime of preventing other lifetimes of rape.

“Mazel tov!” I now tell myself, beaming, with each triumphant step closer to ending forced and child marriage in the U.S.

Fraidy Reiss is a forced marriage survivor turned activist. She is the founder and executive director of Unchained At Last, a survivor-led nonprofit organization working to end forced and child marriage in the U.S. through direct services and systems change. Fraidy’s research and writing on forced and child marriage have been published extensively, making her one of the nation’s foremost experts on these abuses. She has been featured in books (including as one of the titular women in Hillary and Chelsea Clinton’s “The Book of Gutsy Women”), films and countless television, radio and print news stories.

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[vampiremillk]

Hi! If you have the time, do you happen to have any hc's on the beloved Tommy with a black girlfriend living in the Hewitt household? 🥺🤲🏿

T.H. - IT'S POLITE TO STARE !⠀

PAIRING : thomas hewitt &&. black female reader

— CONTENT WARNING : minors and blank blogs do not interact , mentions of racial prejudice ( it's the 1960s ) , mentions of self-harm , additional characters , sheriff hoyt is a racist and a pervert but what's new , black coded of course , chubby coded

— BOO'S NOTE .ᐟ . . . screaming and crying that i finally receive a request like this one !! babe totally deserves a woman of color to spice up his world a bit ! ( i apologize that some of these are so long, i get carried away so easily 😭 )

• QUITE THE CONTRARY to what some may believe, just because of the fact that thomas is a southern texan, doesn’t mean that he would assuredly reserve a hatred for black women, or any other person of color, for that matter. the awful memories of other children belittling him for his appearance traumatized him enough into activities of self-mutilation and donning a mask, so why would he wish to plague that exact pain onto someone else just due to the color of their skin? luda mae taught him well and raised an absolute gentleman, teaching him to love whomever would love him back, no matter the looks of them. the heart always comes first.

• WHEN THOMAS FIRST MET YOU after luda mae took you in for dinner and what was initially intended as a one night stay, he was mesmerized by your features, his eyes widening and his head shyly lowering when you chose to smile his way, fiddling with his fingers. he didn’t know how to react to attention from a woman for it was never an occurrence in his life, let alone from one who was so damn stunning. during his chapters as a child, black citizens rarely existed in the parts of texas he resided. sure, he's laid eyes on one or two on his way to school then, but other than that, it was quite a homogeneous town, which was what, to him, made you so unique from the beginning. when luda mae grasped notice of the way thomas looked at you from across the dining table during the majority of supper, that was when the option for you to stay a while came to be. she knew exactly what she was doing.

• SPEAKING OF, DO EXPECT TO RECIEVE PLENTY of staring sessions from him—unfolding from your curls, your eyes, your cinnamon-tinted lips, down your neck, your belly and until they finalized at the curves of your hips. he doesn't mean to do so in a creepy manner, but considering you learned that he wasn't much of a speaker, it was his only way at the time of how he could tell you that every inch of you was beautiful. you eventually came to accept and even tease him every now and then whenever you caught him, a lighthearted “see something you like, thomas?” purring past your teeth, causing his eyes to rush back towards your own and quickly look away with an embarrassed blush, to which you had to reassure him that it was okay to admire. he had grown more comfortable in doing it as time passed, so much so that even when you would still tease him about his habit, his new response was a subtle smirk and the nod of his head, as if admitting with boldness that he had his sights glued to you.

• OVERTIME, HIS PLAYFUL SIDE HAD BROADENED. you loved it, that you could bring out that side of himself; it meant that he put his full trust into you, a full sense of being comfortable when surrounded by your presence, and perhaps it meant that he was beginning to fall in love with you. ranging from little love pats from his hand on your plump backside whenever he strode past you from behind, to picking you up and carrying you around bridal style just to hear your giggle, to using his fingers to grope a small portion of your hair and gently pull, watching as the curl straightened and bounced back in place after he let go. ( with a mix of fascination and obsession with the softness of texture, he can do that for hours, too, whenever you let him play with your hair. )

• NOT EVERYONE WAS TOO FOND OF YOU, HOWEVER. there's never been many times in his life where thomas deliberately disobeyed his uncle charlie's mouthful of words. charlie merrily had his nephew attached to thinning clusters of silver strings and was in control of his every limb, but ever since you moved in, it was only inevitable that those strings would eventually snap when thomas chose to pull against them. uncle charlie, or as he liked to be addressed—sheriff hoyt, holds bigoted views and sometimes they'd spit past his yellowed teeth and underneath his breath in a whispered cuss whenever his eyes landed on you, but one day, thomas overheard it and wasted no time getting into his relative's face about it. no words were needed. thomas' body easily hovering his uncle's was enough to silence him, with luda mae having to be the one to gently push him back and calm him. ever since such an incident, hoyt had grown rather neutral about your presence, so as long as you contributed with cleaning getting done, respected the family and regarded him as the man of the household. of course, due to his stubborn nature, it didn’t stop the fact that he was still verbally rude towards you when thomas wasn’t around, telling you that you were nothing but a distraction for thomas or that thomas disliked you and your skintone, and though he swore up and down that he “ain’t interested in your kind,” you’ve caught him every now and then eyeing you with lustful forethoughts, thankful enough that he never gained the courage to act upon them.

• THOMAS ALWAYS ADVISED THAT YOU JUST IGNORE HIM ALTOGETHER. him altogether, tossing up a finger at his uncle and shaking his head, for none of it was true. simply viewing your skin gifted him a sensation of internal warmth; a feeling that even the texan sun herself couldn’t dream of comparing to. it appeared as though you’ve been kissed by her lights, dipped in soil and nature had granted you your beauty to endlessly bloom, and that’s exactly how he would describe you—the prettiest flower he’s ever witnessed. thomas never really took a great liking to sunlit summers due to having to work out in the fields until he was practically a puddle of melted flesh, but you made it so much better being at his side whenever he had to do so, and receiving those small glimpses of the way the heated outdoors glittered your skin to a deeper bronze made such adventures even more worth it.

©️ VAMPIREMILLK . do not plagiarize, distribute to other sites or translate any of my work without my permission .

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

That handsome boy from the sky Pt 2 (Spider caugth with Neteyam AU)

Continuation of the prompt where Spider and Neteyam are both captives of the RDA, but escape to Awa’atlu and surprisingly, the blonde is found to be quite attractive by Metkayina standards. He keeps having an unspoken rizz thanks to his unique body-type as well as personality, and Sullies have to deal with more suitors 🙄

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“Boy, I see you are eager to serve the clan, and I see potential, but before we can even think of starting the trials I need to see what you’re capable of.” Tonowari spoke, looking down at the determined blonde. “Think of this as a test. You’ll get three assignments and I’ll decide if you have a chance in the iknimaya according to your results.”

Spider nodded. “I’m ready, olo’eyktan!”

“Then let’s start with strength.” The chief took his spear and gave it to Socorro, who, unsurprisingly, held it with ease, and a crowd began gathering at the beach, consisting mostly of gushing teenagers. Spider blushed at being the center of attention but that only made him look cuter to them, as they now knew what it meant when a human’s face grew red.

“You see that lone tree in the distance? I want this spear as close as possible to it. You know how to throw it? The stance?”

“Yes” The kid nodded again, holding the weapon like he saw hunters in the reefs do a million times, his back muscles flexing. He heard some of the young Na’vi gasp and it only added to his embarrassment.

“I thought he was a forest boy! Why is he so stacked??” Some guy half-whispered.

“I told you dude! He’s just like us!” His friend responded.

“I heard he had to pull twice the weight as the rest of his clan to keep up! He’s so hardworking~”

“And so humble~”

“Hey!” The teens quietened when Tonowari turned to them. “Let him focus.” He reprimanded stoically, but Spider thought he could see him holding back an amused smirk.

Taking a deep breath and steadying himself, blondie finally threw the spear. It landed about half-way to the tree, which wasn’t the best result for a warrior, but above average for a Metkayina teenager. Olo’eyktan nodded in approval while the youngsters whistled towards Spider and threw compliments his way.

“That shortie’s something else!”

“Did you see his biceps??”

“I diiid! And did you see his eyes?? They shine like amber in the sun!”

“Ahem” Tonowari coughed, getting the boy’s attention. “The next test will be tomorrow, I’ll see how good you are at providing. Get yourself a crossbow, and meet me in the reef outskirts at sunrise.”

Nodding, Spider watched the chief leave and was about to turn to the Mektyaina who were calling him to hang out with them, when a hand grabbed his forearm and began dragging him away.

“You promised to help me weave nets!” Turns out it was Kiri, pouting as she separated her brother from the disappointed kids.

Socorro only smirked at her, freeing his arm and taking her hand. “Right, right, sorry” He chuckled, ruffling her hair.

As they approached the intricate web that was Awa’atlu, they heard a commotion among the usual chatter.

“Ow ow ow!” A girl whined, holding her ankle.

“It’s swollen, we need to get you to the Tsahik!” Another girl, apparently her friend, hooked her arm around her shoulders to help her stand, and Spider came to her side without thinking, taking the other arm. Kiri rolled her eyes; of course Spider’s first instinct would be to help, and she didn’t miss how that Metkayina teen’s ears shot up when she felt him pull her to her feet.

“Can you walk?” He asked.

“I…mayb-no, no I don’t think so…” She muttered, averting her gaze in shyness. At least she had the decency to feel bad about lying, thought Kiri, skeptical.

Spider seemed to believe her though, because he huffed, bracing. “Okay, hold on, I’ll take you there.” And then, in a swift motion, pulled her off the ground and into his arms, bridal style. Kiri stood shocked, scared for his spine until she recalled how Neteyam told her of the time a year ago when she was drowning, and it was Socorro who carried her out of the water. If his inhuman strength wasn’t a sign that Eywa saw him, and maybe even blessed him, then she didn’t know what was.

She and the other Metkayina (who barely fought back giggles at her friend) followed them to the infirmary, all while the injured girl sat frozen, staring at the ground as if Socorro would drop her if she stopped being a statue, her face flustered as she circled her arms around his shoulders. When they reached the marui, he put her down and took a couple steadying breaths, but overall looked fine after carrying the weight. As Ronal tended to her ankle, she softly thanked him, brushing a lock behind her ear.

“Um…by the way, Spider?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you um…free tomorrow—“

“No he’s not.” Quickly answered Kiri, dragging Spider away again, but she waved him goodbyes nonetheless.

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“Oh Jake Sully of the—“

“No.”

“W-what? You don’t even know what I’m going to say!” The Metkayina teen frowned at being rejected so swiftly.

“I do and my answer’s no.” Jake repeated, skinning fish with a suspiciously sharp knife. “Spider is busy earning his keep. He can’t have partners this early.”

The kid’s ears dropped and he got up, leaving, when Spider and Kiri entered the marui. Spider met eyes with the teen and he batted his eyelashes at him. He smiled in response and it was more than enough for the Na’vi to whisper “score!” When he thought he was out of earshot, curls bouncing.

“Hey guys! Guess what!” Spider stood in the middle of their home, making his father and brother turn to him with concerned faces.

“…what?” Neteyam dared ask.

“I cleared the first of Tonowari’s tests! If I pass all three, they’ll allow me to participate iknimaya in the next season!”

The two men collectively sighed in relief.

“That’s great to hear bud” Jake smiled.

“And what did you expect me to say?” He asked, one eye-brow raised. He knew what Sullies were afraid of but found it frankly ridiculous. He’s the oldest, and was more than capable of handling a crowd of squealing teens. In the back of his head, a small part of him thought that Quaritch would be proud of him, but he dismissed it as soon as he thought it.

“Hey, don’t judge us bro!” Neteyam chuckled. “We want what’s best for you”

“Ugh this is sooo annoying!” Kiri whined, taking out the rope that would make the net. “Whatever he does, they’re all over him!”

“Maybe, but” Spider helped her lift the ropes. “I’m giving humans a good rep! It’ll help in case our friends at hell’s gate decide to relocate here to help with the war effort. Plus, since they now know that humans can be good, no one’s giving you trouble!”

“Not being outcasted is kinda weird, not gonna lie” Lo’ak said, helping Jake cut the meat. “But can’t say I’m complaining! And listen, you’re popular now! Have fun with it!”

“Absolutely not!” Jake budged in. “I’m not having my son turn into a player, or have his heart broken by some bastard.”

“What’s a "player"?”

“Irrelevant, I’m saying that he should be careful with who he trusts.”

“Jeez, I know!” Spider rolled his eyes, exasperated. “I’m not five, I’ll make the right choice!”

But who will it be? Only time can tell, and Sullies dreaded the day Spider would begin considering his options.

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You got any thoughts? Send me in my ask box!

[yandere-writer-momo]

Heart Shaped Wound:

Hanayama’s Ending

Heart Shaped Wound

Author’s note: took me awhile to write this! I’m working on the separate smut ending so stay tuned!

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       (Your name) placed her hands over her eyes and sighed in frustration. She couldn’t do this… she couldn’t possibly choose. It was impossible. She had dug herself into an inescapable hole.

     (Your name) sat up and glanced at the dress that laid across her dining room table. She told Hanayama she’d see him tomorrow… she promised him. 

       (Your name) rose up and went over to the table to touch the fabric of the dress once more. She knew Hanayama had feelings for her… she would have to be blind not to see that but… she wasn’t sure he’d take rejection well…

       She sighed. This would be tomorrow’s problem, for now she’s sleep on it. It was too much stress to think anymore about it.

     If only she hadn’t been so naive…

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         (Your name) carefully set the last bit of her hair in place before her scheduled time with Hanayama. Her unexplainable nerves made her stomach hurt. She didn’t have a clue on why she felt so nervous. She’s went out with him many times before… and yet this time it felt different.

       (Your name) rose up from her vanity and admired her reflection. This dress was much classier than the others and it hugged her figure nicely… Hanayama had exquisite tastes as always.

      Knock. Knock. (Your name) heard some strong knocks at the door. That must be Hanayama… he was a little early.

       (Your name) made her way over to the door and opened it to reveal Hanayama in a black suit with a red silk dress shirt under. He looked even more handsome in red.

     Hanayama caught her admirable gaze and smirked.

      “Do you like what you see?” He softly asked, he scooped her hand in his to give it a soft kiss. “I try to coordinate our outfits.”

        “You look handsome.” (Your name) gave him a smile, her cheeks a little red from his action. Hanayama was never anything short of a gentleman to her. He was suave. 

       “And you’re beautiful as always.” Hanayama pressed one last kiss to the back of her hand, the feeling he left behind lingered on her skin. His dark eyes stared deeply into her soul with an all consuming storm of lust. She was his… tonight and forever she’d finally be his. “Shall we?”

       (Your name) allowed Hanayama to scoop her up bridal style in his arms so she didn’t get sand on her feet. He always loved to carry her like a princess, so she’d understand how much she meant to him.

       Hanayama basked in the stares of his men while he made his way to the limousine. He enjoyed their looks of jealousy and admiration. That’s right. This beautiful woman in his arms was his future wife and today… today it would be perfect.

      Just like it should have been the first time.

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      Hanayama’s chefs had prepared a five course meal with ingredients she had never heard of and with a unique plating that told her how much Hanayama most likely spent on this date (he again). Hanayama had no problem flaunting his wealth to her.

      Each meal was more delicious than the last. The flavors melted on her tongue with each bite. Hanayama was thoughtful to consider her taste.

    Once their meals were over and done with, Hanayama gave her a smile.

      “I’ve never introduced anyone to one of the most important women in my life…” Hanayama softly whispered, his obsidian eyes never left her smaller form. “This means a lot to me.”

       Hanayama rose up from the table and held out his hand for her to take. (Your name) hesitantly accepted his hand and Hanayama hoisted her up. She could tell he was nervous.

      (Your name) smiled at Hanayama to try to ease his nerves. Her thumb glided over the back of his hand in a soothing manner.

       “I’m happy you’re introducing me to her then. She must mean a lot to you.” (Your name) failed to notice the look in Hanayama’s eyes when she softly spoke. He was happy to introduce her… he always wanted to introduce his future wife to the person who raised him with love.

       Hanayama lead her through the compound and out into his giant rose garden. (Your name) was amazed at all the beautiful variety of red rose bushes. She knew Hanayama preferred to gift her the flower to romance but she had no idea he had a giant garden of the flower themselves. He must really enjoy them…

       It was when he stood before a tombstone that made her realize he was going to introduce her to his mother… oh no.

       “(Your name), this is my mother.” Hanayama smiled softly at her, his hand guided her to stand before the well kept grave. “Mom, this is (your name).”

      Hanayama’s grip tightened around her hand, his breath a bit ragged. “I talk about you a lot with my mom… I’ve always wanted to introduce you.”

       Hanayama turned his head to look at (your name). He took his free hand to remove his glasses so she could see his eyes that were full of love and possessiveness… she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Oh no…

        “…really?” (Your name) softly muttered out. It was all she could muster under his predatory gaze. 

      “My mother deserves to know about my future wife.” Hanayama smiled softly at her, he tucked his glasses into his suit pocket. 

    “I never thought I’d find someone strong enough to stand by my side… someone to share my life with… and then I met you.” Hanayama muttered softly, his voice trembled a bit with emotion. “We met in a tournament of all places and you defeated me in a fight… I knew I had to have you then. I wanted to give the perfect night to the perfect woman… the woman I love.”

      Hanayama then got onto one knee which made (your name)’s blood run cold. Hanayama pulled out a small black box and opened it to reveal a beautiful marquis cut ring. It was a beautiful ring… a beautiful cage.

       “Be my wife, (your name).” It was not a question, it was a statement that she didn’t dare want to refuse.

        The garden was filled with his men, she knew she wouldn’t be able to fight her way out of this one or flee. She’d be stupid to try… she should have never came here. Hanayama had set the perfect trap for her.

       Tears fell down her face, her hands covered her mouth to stop a sob. She had no idea that to Hanayama and his men, it looked like she was crying tears of joy. It made Hanayama’s heart set ablaze. Hanayama put the ring into one of his fists before he stood up at his full height.

        Hanayama wrapped his arms around her and moved her hands off to the side to press a powerful kiss to her lips. His heart hammered in his chest and his grip tightened around her. He knew she’d be happy… he had wanted to propose for so long.

        (Your name)’s eyes widened in shock from the sudden kiss while his men applauded the ‘happy’ couple. They were happy that their boss was finally going to get his beloved wife.

         Hanayama took advantage of her shock and slid the ring onto her finger. A slight blush on his cheeks.

         “You’re finally all mine…” (your name)’s throat felt dry, everything had happened so fast-

          Hanayama barbarically swung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The man gave her bottom a firm spank as a grin engulfed his face.

        “Now it’s time for a treat of my own, wouldn’t you say? We can have the wedding in a few days once you’ve recovered.”

         “R-recovered?” (Your name) quickly repeated. He couldn’t possible mean?

      Hanayama gave her hip a squeeze, a satisfied hum escaped his lips. “Mhmm. I’m going to make you my woman.”

        (Your name) tried to pull away but Hanayama had a death grip on her as he carried her back into the compound. His eyes black with lust.

         Today he was going to make (your name) his woman… inside and out.

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Author’s Note: thanks for reading! I’m trying my best to finish every ending! 🥰

[blurry-mask]

Request: So maybe the book of life charcters with a super happy and cheerful s/o that is super clumsy and finds themselves in the weirdest of situations...

(A.N: Let's do this 👾)

°《Maria》°:

● When she first met you, she first thought

"Heh, you're adorable (´∀｀*)ε｀　)"

• Lord forbid if anyone tries to disrespect or make fun of you

She'll find a way to figure out who did it

● Kisses 👏 your 👏 injures, she definitely doesn't do it because she knows it flustered you 🤭

• The energy you give of is so refreshing and unique, and that may be her favorite part about you . . . . Along with everything else-

● Now about you and your Chao-

• Oh shi- Remember when she got in trouble with the pig incident . . . . Oh boy, she's part of the issue-

● But that's alright. If one of you goes down, the other does, too. ( *´・ω)/(；д； )

• Adores you in every which way possible. You're just that precious to her

♡¤Manolo¤♡:

× Ugh (　ＴДＴ)♡ I can't with this man

× He ADORES you

× When you're bouncing around in excitement over something, he just melts

× Then you trip and fall-

× Don't worry, you're okay, but his heart isn't 😅

× He's paranoid every step you take cause you just have a tendency to just trip on air, don't ask

× But he's always there to catch you (^з^)-☆

× Now. Here's the thing. He may seem like a sturn guy, but no matter how hard he tries, he just can't say no to you

× Even when he knows you'll get in trouble, he just can't. I mean, look at you.

× So when you do get in trouble, he has no regrets. Cause he's getting a kiss out of this later.

■°|Joaquin|°■:

□ Stop. I love him so much, and his character development 🤍

□ First of all, He WORSHIPS THE SOIL YOU WALK ON

□ He tries to match your energy, and it's adorable how much he adores your small stims

□ Poor baby has a panic attack whenever you fall or knock into something

□ On the bright side, you get smothered in smooches

□ Baby's worried over your bleeding hands while you're just staring at him, all smittened at how gentle he is

□ Sometimes, he just carries you bridal style or throws you over his shoulder to make sure you don't hurt yourself or just because

[•A.N: Thank you for reading this. I hope you have a lovely Day ⛅️ or Night 🌙•]

Bye, Bye (⌒0⌒)／~~

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Chen Gong x Mitsuri Reader

-When Chen Gong first saw your pink and green braided hair, you had leapt in front of him when a demon tried to attack, catching the demon with ease with your bare hands and ripping his arms off before drop-kicking him back away from you.

-You charged at the demon, decapitating him with ease, as it was only a minor demon and he quickly faded away.

-You waved up to the crow, “Please tell the master that I’ve taken care of it!” the crow cawed loudly, receiving your message before you turned.

-To Chen Gong, it was like you were moving in slow motion, roses and bubbles surrounding you before blood was quick to shoot from his nose, sending him flying back as he took in your voluptuous body in your uniform.

-You immediately panicked, running over, “Are you all right? Hang in there!” you picked him up bridal style and carried him to the infirmary, crying that he was bleeding heavily.

-You felt like a failure that he had gotten hurt, you must have not gotten to him quickly enough to prevent him from getting hurt, yes the demon was dead, but that man was now in the infirmary because of your failure.

-It was two days later when you heard a voice, “Wait! Please wait! Beautiful lady with the pink and green hair!!” you turned, your eyes widening as you saw this man running up to you, eyes bright with delight that he found you.

-He instantly bowed, “Thank you so much for saving me! May I ask your name?” you were surprised as you had been worried he was upset with you, but you smiled warmly, telling him your name.

-He saluted you and introduced himself and your eyes widened, realizing the man you save was Lu Bu’s strategist, you had no idea you had saved someone so important!!

-His serious look surprised you as saluted you again, “Y/N, I need to ask- will you marry me?” your little squeak as your face flushed red, your hands coming to your cheeks as his sudden proposal shocked you speechless!

-His face was serious, his eyes focused, but his cheeks were slowly turning red, his flush spreading across his whole face and down his neck as steam quickly rose from the top of his head.

-You were a little shy, “Are- would you be okay with a woman like me?” he instantly nodded, taking your hands, “Absolutely! You were so strong- so amazing when you saved me! And the nurses told me how worried you were about me! You have such a gentle heart! How could I not want to marry someone like you?!”

-He was not expecting you to leap into his arms, tears in your eyes, “I’m so happy!!” his face was in your chest as you hugged him tightly and blood quickly spurted out after he pushed you away, making you worry, “Oh no! Did I hurt you?!”

-His hand held his nose, shaking his head, “No- you didn’t hurt me! I’m just happy!” your worry melted into a soft look of warmth and happiness as you took his hand in yours.

-Lu Bu found it hysterical that Chen Gong had proposed to a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, least of all a Hashira, one of the strongest in the corps.

-You on the other hand, were on top of the world, so happy that you finally found a husband! He didn’t care that you were freakishly strong, or that you had a huge appetite, or that your hair was so unique, he loved you for you!

-Chen Gong got a lot of shit from other people however, everyone wondering how he got a girl like you! He didn’t care however, he was just overjoyed that you said yes to him!

[curlytheintrovert]

Why I Love Reylo (Pt.2)

(My old post for reasons unknown got deleted😭)

One of my other favorite parts of this couple is that they are atypically gender reversed. It’s one of the many reasons this ship is so intriguing and unique compared to others. Let me explain. Typically in most hetero romances the man is the abrasive, closed off one at first and is generally a prickly little shit. While the girl is typically softer, a little more compassionate and open minded. This not the case with Rey and Kylo.

Rey’s first interaction with Kylo is shooting a blaster at him multiple times in succession. Granted she does have a Force vision of Kylo at Maz’s which makes her justifiably hostile and afraid of him. During the interrogation scene Kylo reads her mind and speaks her thoughts out loud: she wants to kill him. Rey calls him a creature in a mask and angrily tells him to get out of her head. And then proceeds to spit Kylo’s greatest fear back in his face with such venom. I love how she snarls: “You. You’re afraid.”

Kylo on the other hand only defends himself from her blasts and force stops her from shooting any further. He gently says: “The girl I’ve heard so much about.” Kylo easily could have dragged her away or thrown her into the hands of the troopers beside him—but instead he makes Rey sleep and scoops her up into his arms bridal style. In the interrogation room Kylo sees Rey’s fear and says she’s his guest. He takes off his mask. Then explains things calmly—never raising his voice above a murmur. The curiosity about her is strong as Kylo probes her mind and the responses to what he finds there are emotional. I love so much how he says “Don’t be afraid, I feel it too.” It just feels so incredibly kind considering the circumstances—like that was the first little glimpse of Ben we got.

The shift that happens when Rey uses the force back on Kylo is what really sets the tone for the rest of their relationship. Rey attacks and responds negatively—Kylo gently deflects and tries to connect. If you watch throughout the rest of the films this dynamic doesn’t really change. Almost all of their force bonds in TLJ are similar: Rey being barbarous and Kylo being benign. A majority of their saber fights are like this too—Kylo plays defense, is hesitant to pull out his saber multiple times or looks like he’s doesn’t want to fight her period.

See what I mean?! Rey is hostile and prickly—Kylo is open minded and gentle.

The other gender swapped aspect is that in a way Kylo is the damsel of this pairing. He’s trapped far away, lonely and miserable, in a figurative tower. Rey fights Luke for his cause and goes to rescue and save him if she can. But I also see Kylo as an emotional damsel too. He’s so lost, and hurt and twisted. Rey offers him a way back—she’s the only one who can—and in the long run is the very reason he is able to become Ben Solo again. But it’s when Rey lets her guard down and mellows her prejudice that their relationship flourishes. Kylo/Ben is already ready and waiting to love and be loved…

Man, this pairing is complex and fun to analyze!

[afra-blueraz]

====== My Diabolik Lovers Series =======

This is a diabolik lovers series by me with some rewrite stories from main games with my own headcanons. For more information read this post.

General title: [WIP]

Book number 01: Genesis

Book number 02: [WIP]

Book number 03: Haunted Dark Bridal

Book number 04: More Blood

Book number 05: Dark Fate

Book number 06: Lost Eden

Book number 07: [WIP]

Book number 08: [WIP]

Book number 09: [WIP]

Book number 10: [WIP]

Book number 11: Bloody Throne

Book number 12: [WIP]

Book number 13: [WIP]

Book number 14: [WIP]

Book number 15: [WIP]

Spin-offs stories: [WIP]

Book number 01: In The Shadows

Book number 02: [WIP]

Book number 03: [WIP]

Author's notes (with updates):

2023/8/18: The beginning of this series is just thinking about the titles of the books 🥲. I'm looking for something unique for the general title, which I hope to find soon. The spin-off books number will change too.

2023/8/19: The first book is supposed to be the whole story of Yui and her friends' childhood in a church orphanage. How three children investigate demons. Therefore, the title of Genesis is a good choice to start this adventure. A big thanks to my dear follower @onelonelyacepie for sharing their ideas with me.

2023/8/26: I'm still thinking about titles. But apart from that, I wanted to write this update to introduce the names I chose as Yui's best friends. Yumiko and Kina. I will explain the reason for choosing these names soon, but about the name Kina, it is the name of one of my friends in the Japanese fandom and she loves Yui very much, just like me 🤧🥺. And I got her permission to use her name as well as her lovely personality as one of Yui's best friends. Oh my god, it's going to be a completely different style.

2023/11/2: The writing of the first book has begun and I personally fell in love with this story. There is a 90% probability that this series will be released in the spring of next year.

[gloryhrs]

━━ ⟡ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒, hichigo s.

gender neutral reader. ʚɞ ooc hichigo. ʚɞ req — @evet1224 ♥︎

The frown on Ichigo’s face deepened at the sight of his stressed s/o who was having a hard time completing the piles of extra work before them, he never understood why you always found a way to overwork yourself, but the same damn excuses you always said was my parents are going to be disappointed in me or I have to maintain good grades so I can get into the best college. After finally having enough of your sleep talk Ichigo picked you up from the kitchen table and started carrying you bridal style to his room whilst mumbling curses under his breath.

"Ichi what are you doing? I need to finish up my essay." You pouted at your boyfriend who only threw you onto the bed before searching in his drawers for the proper sleepwear for his lover. "It’s 2 in the morning babe, you’ve been up since 6. Not to mention, the essay is due in two months." He huffed as he unbuttoned your white uniform shirt, you rolled your eyes at the statement, he was like this before you started dating. Constantly checking up on you before arriving at school to see if you got a good night's rest the night before, and if you didn’t he’d always let you lean your head on him during lunch/free period time.

"Whatever, you better be lucky I love you." You yawned lowly before stretching your arms and taking your glasses off to snuggle into your boyfriend’s bare chest. Hearing your soft snores in a matter of seconds made Ichigo’s heart melt, he still couldn’t believe you were his s/o, everything about you is so. . . perfect. He let out a dry chuckle before pecking your forehead and pulling the cover over you both, "Sweet dreams ( N / n )."

The light scent of lavender woke you up from your sleep as you slowly opened your eyes to adjust to the bright light, “Oh, it’s you again.” You laughed at the grumpy-faced male standing above you. The white Ichigo eyes softened at your angelic form of laughter that came from your plump two-toned lips, “I told you what my name was, kid.” He pinched your chubby cheek as you winced at the sudden action. Once you sat up you notice how the usually blank space now was covered in purple flowers, which you notice were your favorites, lavender, and magenta lilacs.

“I know your name Hichigo, it’s just a pleasant surprise to see you again.” You looked over to the hollow who seemed to be frozen in his place, the way his name rolled off your tongue made him feel . . . weird. Not that he was complaining or anything, your presence made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Everything about you made him feel like he was in heaven, your laugh was so heavenly, and your appearance looked as if you were gifted from the Gods above as a special gift to the world. Your beauty was truly jaw-dropping, you were everything he wasn’t.

You hummed softly as your fingers brushed against the gorgeous flowers to take in the unique texture, “I remembered when I first saw you here, I thought something was wrong with me when I saw an all-white grumpy-faced Ichi in my dreams.” You smiled at the face Hichigo made when you called him Ichigo and tried to touch his face. The hollow only scoffed at the childish nickname you gave your boyfriend before placing a flower crown on your head, once he sat it down it just bounced off your head.

You watched as the hollow continued to get frustrated at your hair, “That damned troublesome hair of yours keeps getting in my way and it’s working my damn nerves!” He grunted whilst pulling on the flower crown so it can make a fit for your hair, after giving it one more tug the crown ripped apart, which made Hichigo grit his teeth in anger. “Damn it! These weak-ass flowers are good for nothing.” He cursed out loud at his sudden demise.

“Don’t worry about it Hichigo, we can make a new one together some other time.” Your soft-spoken voice snapped him out of his temper tantrum, it didn’t take long for him to realize his hand was intertwined with yours. The way your soft and warm hands held his cold and callous ones made him feel like a new person, and the way you looked at him when such tenderness and fondness made time feel like it was stopping. He’d never thought you would look at him that way, especially since he’s a hollow, the same one who tried to kill a person you loved deeply. The only person who you looked at like that was Ichigo.

“Tch, whatever.” He huffed under his breath with a light pink tinting his pale cheeks, his heart was filled with nothing but hate and disgust until you came along. He remembered vividly when Ichigo entangled his hand with yours and called you his lover. Since then, he couldn’t help but be interested in you and your ways. You could make a person with the coldest of hearts melt at the sound of your voice, the softness of your hands, and the way of your words. He shouldn’t feel this way, but his heart was telling him another story.

“Stop it Hichigo!” Another laugh came from your lips as you desperately attempted to crawl away from the hollow who tickled your feet nonstop with a playful smile across his features. “Not until you say sorry!” He now started to drag you across the field of flowers by your legs, the sound of your giggles truly was contagious, no wonder why Ichigo can’t hold his laughter when he’s around you. “I-I’m sorry okay! Now put me down!” The bright smile stayed on your face as the white Ichigo let your legs go so you could flop down onto the pile of flowers under you.

After the sound of your laughter calm down Hichigo felt his heart swell up, once he sat down he reached over towards you and pulled you into his lap, which made your cheeks heat up slightly. “Hey, may I ask you a question?” You reached out to caress his cold cheeks that instantly heated up from the contact of your gentle hands, “What is it?” He murmured as his chin rested on top of your hair, the smell of strawberry shampoo lingered throughout his nose.

“Why do you keep showing up? Is there something you’re trying to tell me?” You cutely tilted your head in confusion at why a hallow, specifically your boyfriend’s would continuously show up in your dreams? After asking the question Hichigo immediately turned his head into the other direction, as if he was ashamed of himself. “I just, thought you were interesting okay? nothing more.” He pushed you off his lap which caused you to yelp in surprise, you could tell that he was embarrassed of himself, from the way he refused to look at you to him playing with his fingers like a toddler who had just been caught in a lie.

“Are you sure about that? It seems like you’ve been manifesting yourself into my dreams so you could spend more time with me.” A teasing smile came onto your face at the sight of the hallow who was now staring back at you like you were a some type of fortune teller, his rosy cheeks indicating that you are right. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Ichigo. This can stay between us.” You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind so you could kiss his cheek which turned into a brighter shade of red.

“Yeah, it’ll be our little secret.” He pressed his soft but dry lips against yours in order to contain your teasing. You truly are one of a kind.

© gloryhrs, 030623. — notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦)[ ahh this was sm fun to write! (✿❛◡❛) ]

[thevampirediariesuniverse-1864]

Yandere klaus x hybrid reader

( klaus turned you in the gym not Tyler)

You were klaus first hybrid . From the moment he saw you he was infacuated with you . And when you became a hybrid you became sired to him . He loved it !! But anything he asked you had to do. Klaus always asked you to stay right by his side . Klaus spoiled you !!! So hard !! But you tried not to accept the gifts consisting of diamond necklaces and designer clothes . It confused you because he never treated any of his other hybrids like this . Every morning you would find a big bouquet of yellow roses . One morning you asked him ( why do you always give me yellow roses ?) klaus said (because , you stand out in a crowd your unique beautiful and quirky ) you said (oh, well thankyou ) that night it was a big storm , you hated storms . The thunder and lightning made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up . Klaus’s room was the one beside yours he listened to you sleep every night . Tonight he heard your frantic heart beat and whimpers , the storm he thought . And so he got out of bed in only his boxers and walked into your room ( what are you doing klaus ?) you said . He crawled into bed beside you . Cuddling you close . (It’s ok ,luv . I’m here nothing can hurt you ) and so you have in and held him close his earth comforting you. The next day you wake up to a note. ( meet me at the new masion - k) you got up got dressed in a cute sundress and went to the Mansion which was finally fished after construction it was glamourus and beautiful! . Then you saw Klaus. He was standing in the ball room in the stairs . With a giant crystal chandelier hanging over it all . You remember telling klaus how you adored crystal chandeliers . He saw you and the look in his eyes was that of love and you melted . Mabey the big bad hybrid wasn’t so bad after all . He walks up to you taking both you hands in his . (From the moment I saw you , I knew you had to be mine . I fell deeply and madly in love with you , your strength your courage your fierceness with which you protect me .your beautiful and I want you luv to be my queen , we will rule the world together power like no other unstoppable forces of nature , I want you to say yes and love me ) you didn’t know if it was the sire bond or you but something inside you screamed yes . And that’s what you said . Klaus went and got a crown out of a display case in the hall room . And put it on your head . With that he kissed you . With passion and love . It’s like a Fantasy . You became his queen , he made you look like one too the clothes the jewelry pampering it was a dream come true , he always had his arm around you , you were his and no one could take you from him , he promisedto always protect you keep you safe , so he became a night mare to the world . More vicious than ever . But not to you to you he was a puppy . The night of the mikeaslson ball came . Klaus gave you one of his dresses (the one Caroline wore ) and dimond jewlery , you looked like a princess . The most beautiful girl at the ball and everyone knew it . You may not have been skinny like Elena but your beauty was one that could not be compared even the Salvatore brothers noticed you and almost forget about the doppelgänger. You stayed on klaus arm the entire night accept when you went out to get some air , that’s when Damon and Stefan corners you with Elena . Damon pushed you up against the wall shoving his hand into your chest grabbing your heart . ( tell me how to kill klaus or he’ll rip your heart out !) Stefan said . Lena. Watched with a smirk on her face (go to hell ) you said and spat in his face . (Get away from her !!!!!) klaus screamed (she’s mine !) he vamp sped to them bitting Damon . Slinging Elena into the wall . You heard bones crack . Klaus looked in Stefan’s eyes and sing (turn it off ) he compelled him to become the ripper a fate to Stefan worse than death . Klaus picked you up bridal style caring you up to your bed . As he climbed in . He bit his wrist and said (drink luv ) and you did you not down in his wrist drink as he stoked your hair and kissed it (good girl , that’s a good girl )

[yandere-writer-momo]

Heart Shaped Wound:

Chapter 52

Heart Shaped Wound

Totally forgot to upload this here too… oops?

Author’s note: thanks for keeping up! I’m trying to get back to regular updates!

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     Hanayama had his arm wrapped firmly around (your name) while they sat in the limousine. The car was silent save for the sounds of their breathing.

      (Your name) rested her head on his chest, Hanayama moved his hand to her hip. The scent of tobacco and whiskey filled her nose… as well as the faintest hint of roses. Hanayama had a manly scent to him, one that was unique. One she knew was his.

      “I have a few men guarding your house. They’ll can help you collect your things from your job.” Hanayama whispered, the man turned his head to gaze down at her. “I can get you transferred to a new school, that way you don’t run into Katsumi.”

       “You didn’t have to do all of that-“ Hanayama took his free hand to tilt her chin to look up at him. 

       “He drugged you. He could have forced himself upon you… I won’t allow it.” Hanayama huskily whispered with a glare. “I would never allow you to be hurt or put in a place where I can’t protect you.”

        Hanayama took in a deep breath to calm himself. His body shook as he tried to calm down his sudden burst of anger. “I’m sorry. I… I care about you. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

         (Your name) smiled softly at Hanayama. She understood his reason but she didn’t think he had the right to make the decision for her. She loved her students… she was conflicted.

         “I understand your view but I’d like to stay at my job. Your men could protect me at work too right?”

      Hanayama smiled at how she accepted his word. That’s right… he’d protect her. He’d keep Katsumi away. He wouldn’t let the obsessive karateka have her. No… she belonged to him.

      Once they arrived to her home, she noticed the group of men that stood outside her home.

      “You don’t have to worry about a thing… I’ll handle it.” Hanayama smiled down at her when the limousine stopped. “Allow me to carry you.”

      “That isn’t necessary-“ Hanayama scooped her up bridal style in his arms. The yakuza boss carried her across the sand like a princess. The men bowed to him out of respect.

      “It is… I’d do anything for you.” Hanayama smiled down at her. 

        They brushed past the men, Hanayama set her down on the deck with a smile. His hands still around her body.

      “Would you like to stay here? My home is open to you if you’d feel safer…” Hanayama whispered, (your name) smiled at his concern.

      “It’s alright. This will do for now.” (Your name) pressed a kiss to Hanayama’s cheek. The young woman slid from his grasp and made her way up the steps to her house. “I’ll see you around…”

      “I’ll see you on Sunday.” Hanayama smiled at her. “I’m so excited for you to meet someone very important to me…”

       (Your name) gave Hanayama a smile. “I look forward to it. I’ll see you around.”

          She closed the door with a soft click. Hanayama stood outside for a few moments, his heart raced in his chest. Soon… soon she’d meet his mother and then… they’d get married.

        “Protect my future wife with your life.” Hanayama softly ordered his men. “If so much as a hair is harmed on her head, I’ll kill you myself.”

       The men shakily nodded to Hanayama who walked back to his limousine. A small smile on his lips.

      His wife… he loved the sound of it…

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      Jun cursed when he noticed the guards around (your name)’s house. What the hell happened? She was gone for a few days and he was worried sick about her… they might have to run away sooner. It was dangerous now…

       “Protect my future wife with your life.” Jun froze at Hanayama’s words. Future wife? Jesus.

      Jun softly mumbled to himself, “don’t worry, meu amor, I’ll get us out of here.”

      Now all he had to do was look for a hole and he’d rescue her. Jun would be her Prince Charming.

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        Katsumi sobbed and whined in his room while Retsu sat downstairs in the living room. The Kenpo master turned up the tv to try to drown out Katsumi’s sobs. He didn’t want to hear that… at least not until he heard Katsumi scream into his pillow how he completely messed everything up with (your name)… oh?

      Retsu felt a smile crawl on his lips. The main contender was out of the picture now… perhaps an older man could provide her with some comfort?

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Author’s note: Short and cute. Thanks for reading! I wanted to be able to get some more endings to be available. So Hanayama will be next and then Jun!