#also. makeup-less angel. my beloved.

[c0tt0n-c4ndy05]

@lightupthenightsky REQUESTED THIS SILLY SKETCHES

In the second panel Angel is singing Città Vuota

As always the translation:

“Every night there’s someone new who wants me by their side, but I don’t care how many kisses they give me…”

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST :D!!❤️

[starguardianniom]

The Paris Special irony

I'm gonna be real here people, the Paris Special was flooded with irony.

We basically got to see tons of stuff we wanted to see forever in it alone, many of which are also quite ironic themselves.

Akumatized Ladybug? Check. Well kamikotized or something similar. The purple Hatsune Miku look slayed.

Akumatized Chat Noir that actually sticks and isn't erased from a timeline? Check. Funny how he's still all white like Chat Blanc but also has white angel wings despite wielding the power of destruction, makes me think of Lucifer.

Evil Ladybug and Chat Noir? Check. Shadybug and Claw Noir are the new cool kids. And dang I want to have an entire series/spinoff of just them, heck I want an origin story of their first outting as villains and how they got their miraculouses cause I need answers on how that happened thank you very much.

Good Hawk Moth? Check. Still lousy parent I guess, unless Emodrien actually makes it difficult for him, like he lashes out and refuse to spend anytime with his dad and Gabriel just tries to respect his privacy and boundaries and thinks he might just need some time to grieve maybe, we only have Emodrien's side of the story, but it's probably more complicated than that, I mean if Emodrien is angry that his father seems to have moved on from his mother he might takes it as a personal betrayal and acts out in some misplaced retribution, but I have a feeling he doesn't bother explaining himself to his father like he does with Adrien, though there might still be hope for them now.

Ladybug using the Butterfly Miraculous? Check. Lady Fly is a stupid name cause it sounds she has the Fly miraculous instead of the Butterfly, but at least her outfit is ok.

Seeing the Butterfly miraculous being used to create heroes instead of villains? Check. Ubiquity my beloved.

Goth/emo/punk Marinette and Adrien? Check. And I love them for it.

Reverse love square? Mostly check with Emodrien having a crush on Emonette who has no idea that he knows she exists until the special.

Alternate Universes? Check. I wanna see more of that Mister Bug and Lady Noire universe and that Scarabella and Kitty Noire Universe, I lowkey wished to see an Aspik and Multimouse universe but oh well, at least this probably means that all the heroes and villains probably gets to wield all the different miraculouses across universes.

Emodrien was slowly dying and Good!Gabriel wasn't even aware of it, probably Emodrien didn't bother telling him and just covered it up with his makeup. Check.

Emonette actually knows Emodrien by name and sight unlike Marinette in Origins despite him never going to her school. I really found that funny.

Emonette and Emodrien having better fashion sense than the main heroes, check. Until they switched to become good guys. Still pulled a bit more effort.

Everyone else in the other universe have different designs, check. And thank god for it, they all look better than the ones we've seen in the show.

Nooroo actually being happy and treated well? Check, judging by the Gabriel opening.

PV universe actually existing and not just being a movie, check.

Identity reveal that actually sticks, check. For Shadybug and Claw Noir sure but at least it will be a lot less frustrating for them than their counterparts, thank god they'll have a break on that.

Seriously the special delivered so many nice ideas and concepts and also there was tons of stuff we wanted to see forever and we got our wishes and it's also ironic in some ways but like hell I'm gonna complain when we were all so well served.

Not gonna lie but it almost gives me hope for season 6. Almost.

Now I'm just gonna watch the show in the hopes of ever seeing the heroes Shadybug and Claw Noir again (yes I know they changed their names and I don't care it's less confusing to keep calling them their original names rather than their new names, like Shadybug, we all know you wanted to be more like Ladybug, but you didn't need to take her name when you almost copied her looks, which was also a downgrade for you sweetie).

[zebrabaker]

So, it's 2 am and I'm thinking about Good Omens again. You all know what I mean.

Well. While doomscrolling our beloved hellsite, I saw a screenshot of a Tweet talking about the Angelic Robes in the Job mini-sode. It stuck in my brain, so here we go!

We'll start with Gabriel's.

Gabriel, as head arch angel, clearly has more elaborate lace at his cuffs and collar, along with some kind of...cape thing? I have zero idea what he was thinking there, lol

Michael has a very classic angelic robe, with smoother lace at her collar and a scalloped lace trim at her cuffs. Her makeup has very heavy gold tones as well. Also worth noting is the construction of these two garments.

Michael's and Gabriel's robes do seem to pull in at the waist, not quite at the common belt line on either. This usually gives a more flattering cut, and changes the line of the silhouette.

As for Azi...

Aziraphale's robe has a lace and bead collar, and seemingly lacks the structured shoulders that the other robes pictured above have. The sleeves on Aziraphale's also are a wide cute like above, but aren't as ...open, I guess the word should be.

Instead, the fabric gathers into that gold trim; which looks like the same material as his belt, another relevant thing. His belt sits lower and more snug, preventing the fabric from billowing excessively.

Presumably, the shape and construction of his sleeves and the choice of belt are meant for combat. As a Principality, Aziraphale is Heaven's agent on Earth and meant to do battle against Hell's forces. Hence the flaming sword.

In a fight, loose sleeves and unrestrained skirts/robes would be an unnecessary risk. One has to wonder how long it's been since Michael or Gabriel had to worry about that, with sleeves like theirs...

Muriel, my darling! Muriel's robes are a sharp contrast with the others, and I would presume that their robes are the most common type. A very basic gold cuff and collar, loose sleeves, no structure. The pleating is less deliberate looking to me. Their hair is also contained in a bun of...some kind (?) and there looks to be some hair ornament involved. Very practical, compared to Michael and Gabriel's.

All said, their robes are very utilitarian compared to the others, likely the standard for one of countless bureaucrats. Looking at the scene on Earth later, we can even see that most of the other angels are dressed like them!

There are a LOT of fun meta implications here, but I just thought this was a super cool addition and wanted to share.

[mybodyisaflowerbed]

wip intro ; as said the whore of babylon

this wip is an absolute beloved of mine and is based on an rp between me and my bestie Ceejay. i will be introducing all of the OCs but will specify which ones are theirs bc they make some damn good characters that i cannot take credit for lol

about!

genre(s) •/ contemporary, romance, lgbt+, drama

setting •/ modern day, primarily in the united states

overall goal •/ at least one main story + various side stories

target age range •/ 18+, not at all intended for minors

content warnings •/ strong language, sexual and otherwise suggestive content, substance use, drug/alcohol abuse and addiction, past abuse, past sa, past miscarriage + infant death, potentially more.

summary!

As Said the Whore of Babylon (frequently abbreviated as AStWoB) is an American metalcore band from Los Angeles, California. Formed in 2019 by Rhiannon Wolfe and Jezebel Eiden-Desmond, its current lineup comprises Wolfe, Reed Meadows, Joel Talley, Poetry Dorian, and Corbin Kreery.

Omen Brokebone is one year out of a hellish marriage when she's contacted by Selene Mabins - talent manager for a band called As Said the Whore of Babylon - with an invitation to join their crew as a makeup artist. Working to make a new life and a name for herself, Omen accepts. She doesn't expect to meet Reed Meadows again. And she certainly doesn't expect to fall in love with him and his bandmates.

the babylons!

• Omen Brokebone (she/he/they) •/ Not a Babylon (yet), but as cherished as any of their crew members - and then some, as you'll learn. A self-taught makeup artist and a childhood friend of Reed's. Belongs to Ceejay.

• Rhiannon Wolfe (she/her) but you really should just call her Wolfe •/ The lead vocalist. First rose to fame with her last band at only 18 years old due to her remarkable skill.

• Reed Meadows (he/him) •/ The lead guitarist. Has never been in a band before AStWoB but still took to it like a fish to water. A childhood friend of Omen's, though he hasn't spoken to her in 8 years.

• Joel Talley (he/him) •/ The drummer, though he's skilled with guitar, bass, piano, keyboard, and vocals. Also a songwriter and self-taught producer. He is much more humble about his skills than one would assume.

• Poetry Dorian (he/she), or Poe •/ The bassist. Youngest child of a beautiful and famous Italian actress, but much less conventional than his family. Autistic and goth.

others you should know!

• Jessamine Meadows (she/her) •/ Reed's 11-year-old daughter, born when he was just 16. Feisty and a little mean, but adores her father and has easily accepted the rest of the band as her parents.

• Daxton "Dax" Coffin (he/him) •/ Wolfe's 9-year-old son, born when she was 17. Raised by his father. Has not met the band and only sees Wolfe a few times a month.

• Villanelle Dorian (she/her) •/ The 5-year-old daughter of Poe and her ex-wife, Aamirah Akmal Dorian. Currently living in Washington with her mother, but is due to live with Poe soon.

• Jezebel Eiden-Desmond (she/her) •/ Former guitarist for AStWoB (now the vocalist of The Womb That Devours) and best friend of Corbin. Considers the band to be her unbiological family. Randal's soulmate, though she doesn't know that yet.

• Randal Denvers (he/him) •/ Omen's cousin. A mechanic and for-fun bassist. Jezebel's soulmate, though he doesn't know that yet. Belongs to Ceejay.

+ everyone's families... let's just say; it's a lot of family.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

drop five facts each abt all your Wednesday ocs pls!! (including Esther bc it’s a crime that I don’t know much abt her fr) -🍂

Ahhhh, thank you so much for asking about them, Alvita!! I am also gonna tag @luucypevensie and @dancingsunflowers-ocs since they’re my other Wednesday girlies. <3

We’ll do some facts about Esther first, since she’s my properly-introduced baby:

Given that I don’t think I’ve properly explained Esther’s outcast type to anyone besides Grace, I’ll explain it now: she’s a nephilim! Her mother, the woman who acted as a surrogate for her fathers when they were having her, was herself the daughter of an angel and a human, and because of this Esther is able to tap into a few different angel powers (if not all of the ones available to a nephilim, because Esther is a quarter angel rather than half).

These powers include being able to manipulate and generate light, being able to calm other people’s mental distress simply by projecting calming energy at them, being able to release powerful blasts of light that can cause physical destruction (which is what lead to the collapsed bell tower that got her transferred from her old school to Nevermore), and being able to wield a glowing angel sword by summoning it from the astral realm which is able to destroy demonic creatures (not that Esther has met any of those yet).

Esther’s family is actually pretty rich, with both of her fathers being lawyers and partners in their respective firms (which are actually rival firms, a fact that Esther and her younger brother Maddox find hilarious). Esther doesn’t like showing off or flaunting her family’s money, but she also doesn’t let it stop her from wearing nice clothes and buying her friends expensive gifts on their birthdays or other special occasions.

The St. Claire family also has a golden retriever, which Esther’s fathers rescued as a puppy when Esther was seven and Maddox was three. Esther was allowed to name her and chose the name Reno, after the main character in the musical Anything Goes, because her obsession with classic musicals had started even at that young age. Reno is an absolute sweetheart who always misses Esther whenever she’s away at school, and the entire family absolutely adores her.

Esther has never officially come out as a lesbian to her dads and Maddox - they’ve all pretty much known since Esther was pretty young, and when Esther finally comes home on a school break holding Wednesday and Enid’s hands, everyone just kind of shrugs and welcomes the two girls into their home.

Next, let’s talk about my beloved bitchy lesbian fairy Padma:

Every fairy has an affinity for one of the five forms of elemental magic: fire, water, earth, air, and metal. Padma’s affinity is for fire, because of course it is.

Padma is a twin! Her brother Akshat has an affinity for earth, doesn’t attend Nevermore - he is instead homeschooled as the majority of fairy kids are - and is pretty much the exact opposite of Padma in every way. He’s very quiet and passive, and doesn’t have even a hint of her quick temper.

Like Esther, Padma is also a rich girl (I mean, her family has been around for centuries since fairies live a really long time plus they can literally enchant people), but she is a lot less afraid to show it off. She’s always wearing the latest fashions and has her nails and makeup freshly done, and whenever she gets a coffee from the shop in Jericho she always leaves a twenty dollar tip or something even more because she just has no idea of how much thinks cost.

A really big part of the reason Padma is so determined to compete academically with Bianca for so long is because, deep down, she’s really afraid of people seeing her as just a stupid, pretty rich girl, when she’s actually wickedly smart and cunning. She’d rather rip out her own teeth than admit this, though, or at least it takes her a long time after they even start dating for her to admit it to Bianca.

Sometimes when Eugene’s not around and she’s stressed, Padma will go to the spot where he keeps his bees and just chill with them to calm herself down. Fairies, being forest creatures by nature, have an innate connection with all plants and insects, even if they don’t have an earth magic affinity, and Eugene’s bees really like Padma and will often bump against her face to say hello to her.

Now let us talk about Gus, my beloved stoner werewolf:

Despite werewolves very rarely maintaining canine characteristics when they’re in human form, Gus very much does - he always gets incredibly excited when someone he likes returns after being gone, even if they were only gone for a few minutes, and if you scratch a certain spot behind his ear he will just melt into a happy puddle.

Gus is also insanely clingy and affectionate when he’s high, and it doesn’t even really matter who it is he’s clinging to; if you’re close by and not already hugging or cuddling someone, you can expect a lap full of Gus, burrowing his head into your shoulder and giving you a bunch of compliments in a hazy voice.

Gus has had a bi flag hung up above his bed in his Nevermore dorm since he first arrived at the school. His first roommate, a haughty psychic who came from a super rich family, made a douchey comment about it, and it didn’t even take a whole week for Gus to report the incident to Weems and get his roommate expelled (Nevermore, thankfully, has a very strict no-discrimination policy). He doesn’t really care if people insult him, but he was not about to let the guy think that kind of behavior was okay and risk him repeating it with someone else.

As kind of a surprise given his general sunny disposition, Gus actually really likes true crime podcasts. On most given nights when there’s not some kind of get-together he needs to provide weed for, you can find him sitting on the window seat in his dorm room, smoking a joint with the window open and with his phone playing a podcast beside him.

Gus’s first kiss was actually with Yoko; it was at a little party thrown for Ajax’s birthday freshman year, after Yoko’s spin landed on Gus during a game of Spin the Bottle. The kiss was really quick, but it was also nice, and Gus is pretty proud to say it was his first kiss (and to tease Yoko about her supposedly wanting to kiss him again, which she always rolls her eyes at him for).

Speaking of Yoko, let’s finish these facts off with her new girlfriend, Holly:

I’m still not going to reveal exactly what Holly is just yet (you know, Alvita, of course, but I’d like to keep it a bit of a secret still), but I can tell you with absolute certainty that she hates it about herself. Despite attending a school full of what most people would consider “monsters,” Holly sees herself as an actual monster, and would give almost anything not to be the way she is.

What she is has also caused a lot of problems between her and her family, and as such, she’s one of only a handful of students who stay at Nevermore year-round, not going home for the holidays or summer break, which only serves to add to the layers of mystery and fear that most Nevermore students have around her.

Holly very nearly gives Xavier a heart attack the first time she speaks to him, after Wednesday defeats the Hyde and she decides to start trying to make friends - which, consequently, is the first time she’s really spoken to another person since coming to Nevermore. He nearly winds up falling off a balcony, she scares him so much, which Holly feels really bad about, but he’s also quick to reassure her about it and strike up a genuine conversation with her.

During the time when she kept to herself and didn’t speak, Holly would usually keep herself busy with embroidering various things, which she learned from her grandmother. She’s incredibly good at it, and even gifts Yoko a handkerchief embroidered with a quote from Dracula for their first anniversary.

Holly’s favorite holiday was always Halloween when she was a kid (coming from a family and a very long line of outcasts, it was kind of inevitable), but due to some very significant reasons from her past she can hardly stand it anymore. She now throws all of the energy she used to put towards Halloween into celebrating Christmas, and though of course everyone around her notices how much she avoids Halloween, they’ve learned by now not to question it.

Thanks again for asking me about my babies!! Love you!! <3

[opossumprince]

Since I’m here, a few thoughts about the new series for fellow Sandman fans :

Changes : you don’t often get to see an adaptation that brings new qualities to the beloved source material instead of making you go “let’s see how they will massacre this one...” at every story arc, but this one did it - especially “24 and 7″ that I personally found to be more interesting and mature than the original (John Dee shown as more of a broken man and less of a cackling golIum was another welcome plus, same for the car ride that stays disturbing but subverts comic readers’ expectations and fleshes out the character). I still like the comic’s The Dolls House a lot better, but the adaptation was good. Story shortcuts taken for the sake of adaptation like Gault and Jed work really well, and set up future themes/story arcs early on. I eagerly await a “Game of You” with less transphobla and Iesbophobia than the comic next season, if there is one (it’s cool that for once, the most likely approach from an author Mr Gaiman’s age isn’t “nooo YOU don’t understand, it’s cool and groundbreaking that I represented you fuckers AT ALL, also this was SO VERY NECESSARY at the time”, but just “calmly accept old mistakes and do better while developing the work further” if we get anything like what happens with the character of Hazel in “Death : The Time of your Life”).

Form : unfortunately (but expectedly) several parts of the story suffer from a shortage of the comic’s striking visuals and give generic CGI fantasy series vibes, from the color to the music (almost h***y p*tt*r-like in episode 1). It could really benefit from more liberties, a bit of non-linear storytelling here, an animated scene for someone’s dream there, a few more unconventionally framed shots, etc - but this is still NetfIix, and what won’t sell well and get renewed according to producer opinions doesn’t make it... Some of the CGI was really off-putting, which seems to be a sad constant nowadays according to people who saw the latest MarveI product. That amulet of protection’s effects looked wrong for all the wrong reasons and made me laugh my ass off. Realistic and darker scenes were well-executed though (24 and 7 again !), and maybe if season 1 is successful we will have more inventive things in season 2.

Casting : overwhelmingly good, some characters looked and were played like they just walked out of the comic (special mention for the series’ Corinthian, Mazikeen, “Nimrod” and “Fun Land”) and others were shown from a new perspective. Secretary/librarian Lucienne strikes me as more memorable and developed than Lucien. All in all, outrage about the casting comes from fans that argue in bad faith or barely remember ANYTHING about the source material save for “cool badass shit happens and sometimes there’s a hot pale goth chick I guess”. Had some reservations about GwendoIine Christie as Lucifer, not because they cast a woman as the fallen angel but because the actress choice and her acting felt sort of odd to me (it doesn’t help that clothes/makeup department put her in a rumpled bedsheet supposed to be a regal cape, alongside a Choronzon that looked like some dude in green orc cosplay instead of a duke of Hell), but I suspect she will grow on me as we see a weary Lucifer abandon her realm later on. There is one single casting choice I’m actually saddened about, one character ending up with a really cool voice but questionable actor compared to their vibes in the comic. #NotMyDesire

TL:DR : I recommend the series, it’s not exactly like the comic (which would be impossible in live action series format anyway, and almost panel-accurate adaptations can be pretty bad, remember the Watchmen movie ?) but complements it well. If you don’t mind seconds of eye-searing CGI, it’s worth watching and really interesting, and even develops a few points in its writing that the comic does not. Also the casting is cool, bonus points : you get to hear Mark HamiII as Mervyn and of course see Stephen Fry as Fiddler’s Green because who else would it be.

[daylightreign]

Something New - Kim Seokjin - Oh Sehun - (Reader) | Part 1

One party can change everything. And tomorrow never knows.

You, Sophie, and your friend, work as Big Hit Security Chiefs, the ones in charge for the security of the BTS boys. You are supposed to keep it profesional, but ended up falling for Seokjin. Now, you are in a relationship, one that you both think no one knows about even if you are not being exactly subtle.

One day, all of you are invited to the main fall event, the secret Halloween party when everyone goes crazy, drunk and flirty. Even if you are madly in love with Seokjin, you end up being trapped by a beautiful and misterious blonde vampire that your boyfriend seems to know really well.

Together, you all decided to go against the rules of the secrecy, safety and discretion, tangling up your bodies and feelings in a risky affair that no one knows what could lead to.

Between your beloved dark angel and the seductive vampire guy, you are about to discover some secrets and fantasies you had never dare to dream before.

Warning: Smut, Threesome, Dom/Sub dynamics, also a lot of switching, reader has character and is ready to fight them at any moment, biting, bondage, sensorial play, blinding, maybe voyeurism, teasing and brattiness all over the place, a bit of drama and angst but mostly fun sexy time

Disclaimer: this story is reader insert under the name of Sophie as reader. Everything is copyrighted. English is not my first language so I apologize in advance if there's any error 🥺 Also if you want to be tagged I would be happy to do it 🥺❤️

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

They were at the boy’s dorm preparing for the party. She gave the final touches to her creepy makeup and carefully placed the crown over her hair. Gemma was still transforming herself into Medusa so she left the bathroom, giving her the whole space for that. Every room was full of activity because of the Halloween’s party. She hadn’t thought of going to one, even less to one filled with idols, but yeah, it was happening. Her heels sounded all over the place when she walked into the living room. She had to be the first, surprisingly, so she threw herself into the sofa, distracting herself with the phone.

“Wow.” She raised her eyes immediately when she heard Jin’s voice in front of herself.

He was wearing a black brocade mask over his eyes and nose, black shirt that she realised was see-through when he moved, black skinny pants with tough leather boots over his ankle and a black cape full of feathers, with an extravagant brooch. She knew that costume. She knew that character perfectly. She was absolutely in love with it for years.

“So… Keith.”

“Do you know him?” The surprise in Jin’s voice was noticeable. He came close to her and intertwined their hands so she could stand up. “Creepy” with their hands still tied together, he made her spin around “and sexy.” She started to laugh.

“It’s Halloween after all”

“You are making it so… so… so…” Every “so” came with a step towards her until she was up against the wall in the corner of the room “difficult for me.”

“Jin. Jin, no.” He put his arms around her body even when she tried to stop him putting her own hands against his chest. “Kim Seokjin.” The warnings were a failure and she was starting to get nervous. “No no no ¡AH!” She was laughing and screaming, he was tickling her. “The make up! The hair!” She managed to free herself, still laughing “Hands still!!” She hit one of his hands playfully.

“I can’t promise that. Shall we go?”

“And the rest?”

“I was thinking of getting the car …” She raised her eyebrow “if you don’t want…”

“Has anyone ever refused to get into your flamboyant Lamborghini?”

“Nobody has ever refused my flamboyant presence.”

The laughs fullfield the room while they screamed for the whole house they were leaving. They took the lift to the garage. There they were. The cars. The aggressive blue sport car. As always, Jin opened the door, helping her to get into it. He took off the cape, leaving it next to her, besides a big black bag. The shirt was making her have a hard time to keep her composure. He noticed her stare and smiled timidly, sitting in the driver's seat and looking at her with a funny smile.

“I have something for you.”

“Jin…” Her tone was soft but serious. She didn’t want him to buy her things.

“It’s to give the final touch to your costume…” He put on his most endearing face, which was an obvious trick. “Please” She sighed, giving up. “The black bag!”

She turned around, having more freedom of movements because of the hood being raised. She took the bag. It was expensive, with a golden figure that didn’t give any relevant information. She opened it, finding inside a black box and some kind of belt. She took off the second one, and couldn’t avoid a nervous laugh when she realised it was a brown harness.

“What 's that?”

“I told you. For the costume.”

“What a coincidence that it’s exactly the same color as the dress, note that you didn’t know anything about it. And neither did Gemma”. It was obvious that it wasn’t for the costume. At least not only for that.

“Do you like it?” She took her hand over the harness, the feeling was smooth and comfortable. She put it over her dress, around her breasts.

Jin’s hands pushed away her hair, helping to fasten it. The silence flooded the car while she felt his touch and breath in her nape and naked back, repressing a shiver. The look she saw in his face when they stared at each other was enough. It was obvious how much he liked it.

“Make up.” She reminded him, laying herself against the car door.

He suppressed his need to touch her by putting his hand in the wheel with more strength than needed. She took the black box trying to decipher what was inside. She had a feeling about it, her body was suddenly so self-conscious and she started to flush under his stare. Inside, there was a small controler, barely 3 cm long and, next to it, there were some small kegel balls, soft and cold to the touch. She looked at him impressed and surprised.

“And this?” Jin’s ears were extremely red, something that made her laugh. “I didn’t think you were one of those boys, Kim Seokjin.” He raised his eyebrow in silence. “Are we leaving or…?” She knew what his intention was and she liked it much more than she wanted to admit.

“Not yet.” He was passing his eyes between her and the box, nothing subtle.

“What? Do you want me to put them in?”

“No.” She breathed a bit disappointed. “I want to do it.” The tension in the car raised suddenly and her breathing went wild without her control.

“Here?” They were still in the garage, at plain sight. “At least put the hood.” He, again, raised his eyebrow.

“Damn, Sophie” he came close to her with a dangerous smile. “I didn’t think you were one of those girls.”

Before she could reply, she felt his hand in her left knee, over the high boot, making her, with little effort, to open her legs. She didn’t want to look at him, if she did they were not going to go to that party, so she adjusted herself against the seat and raised her head, trying to control the lift. She felt his hands going up over the inside of her thigh, making her shiver again.

“Fuck, Jin.” He got to her lingerie and took it out of his way without remorse. “Hurry up.” Her voice came out higher than she pretended, specially when he took advantage of her talking to introduce his finger into her. If he kept like that she was gonna climax before the fun started. He accommodated against her and her seat, taking the toy out of the box she was still holding.

“I didn’t expect this to turn out this easy.” He spoke directly in her ear, his voice huskier than normally, while he played with his fingers over her before introducing the balls.

She put her hand over her mouth instinctively, trying to suppress the moans, but Jin stopped her.

“Make up, remember?” He was enjoying it much more than what he should and he kept his hand between her legs even when the balls were placed.

“Jin…” Her moans were more high and constant.

“I just wanted to make sure.” He separated from her slowly. She still had her eyes closed, trying to breathe normally and getting used to the sensation. Suddenly, the balls started to vibrate at full speed, forcing her to hold on to the car’s door and dashboard. “They work perfectly!”

“Don’t… do that… again.” Her faltering voice was the only sound in the garage.

“What? This?” He used the controller again, moving his finger all up, provoking her an intense pleasure wave. She couldn’t avoid a scandalous moan.

“Give me the controller!” She had to regain her voice before she tried to take it from him but he put it inside his front pocket, out of her reach.

“You would love that.” He closed the hoodie before he started the car, en route to the party.

[mrs-nate-humphrey]

it’s halloween month so I would love to know any and all of your dan/nate halloween headcanons (bonus points if milo’s there too) 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

you sent this on the first of october like the wonderful festive pumpkin pal that you are! but i have been sooo no thoughts head empty,,,, and i wanted to give this actual deliberation & thought before diving right in, so....

DAN, SPECIFICALLY:

ok. i think dan would have complicated & conflicting feelings re: halloween. we already know, canonically, that rufus was really into halloween, so this paints a pretty elaborate image in my head of halloween at the humphrey household - i bet it was a lot of fun! but then, of course: alison left. i think holidays in general become difficult for dan in the After, because they remind him of a time his family was truly happy that he cannot go back to.

so halloween is always bittersweet for dan, he'll carve all the pumpkins and get nate all the pumpkin flavoured stuff from all the cafes, and his wardrobe is so full of browns and sweaters that he's always ready for fall anyway, and he's happy! he is. but sometimes he'll remember another family he used to be part of that's all fractured & fragmented now, and he'll get a little sad. it happens less frequently over the years, but it never quite stops. (nate the ever observant always puts an arm around him and kisses his cheek, and says something silly to make dan smile. sometimes they talk about it; most of the time they don't. but nate is always there, quiet & non-judgemental, waiting for when/if dan needs him.)

NATE, SPECIFICALLY:

on the contrary........ halloween is natie's absolute FAVOURITE. much like the thanksgiving flashbacks we get in 1x09, i feel that halloween for nate, during his childhood, would involve being with blair & serena and all of them having the time of their lives. i think anne & howard would drop him off at the waldorfs, and eleanor would entrust blair & serena & nate to dorota's care. when they're younger they go trick or treating, and blair is very serious and very prim & proper and has on a perfect, sophisticated costume (she dresses as movie characters always) while serena's in a state of chaos, her costume for whatever she's dressing as (usually a witch or a ghoul or something like that) is a bit lopsided, the ribbons in her hair are coming out, her makeup is smudged (not deliberately!). nate, naturally, is sort of in between those two states - blair dolls him up and sets him to rights, serena takes his hand and runs around with him until his costume is a little wonky - by no means as much as hers, but definitely not in pristine, blair-approved state. blair just gives serena & nate a tired, Adult look, like they're toddlers and she's the babysitter (this doesn't change over the years, and this dynamic sets in remarkably quickly.)

once they're older, there's alcohol, there's halloween parties maybe, but nate still sticks with blair and serena, and they still hang out with him. halloween & the first of november are THEIR days, because they always do a sleepover on the 31st, and waking up together on the 1st of november is just something that makes the day Theirs, to nate. so unlike dan, for nate, he DID have that family feeling, and he had it consistently over the years, and he knows that it exists still.

DAN & NATE, FINALLY:

nate gets so excited for halloween! he goes full on into event-planning mode. he and jenny get really engrossed in designing costumes for the humphrey gang, and dan is like "who are you again?" and nate gives him the finger + an unamused look. halloween is a great bonding time for dan & jenny's gf, actually, because both of them get to watch their partner be an absolute dork over the holiday AND get really into designing (which is normal for jenny but not for nate, lol.) they just sit together and share drinks and act very, very cynical.

dan knows that halloween month is a special month for nate, and he's determined Not to be a grouch, so he goes out of the way trying to keep that cheer alive. he bakes sugar cookies that he ices to look like ghosts, he carves pumpkins, he does All The Things. but in a similar vein, nate knows that halloween month is a bit rough for his bf, so he is extra cuddly and patient, and goes out of his way to remind dan again and again that he loves him, that they're family now, etc.

i think halloween would also bring a lot of gender feels to dan, who gets this one holiday in which it's socially acceptable to wear makeup and doll himself up and dress up as whoever he wants to be. i think that'd give him a lot of euphoria, a lot of questioning, and a lot of anxiety, all at once, and i think nate would just be there like a stabilising force, because nate just loves dan that unconditionally, whoever dan is, even if dan is figuring that out - nate loves dan. i had more to say about This Point specifically but i am so tired, i kind of forgot what it was.

oh!!! vampire movies. all of them. nate and dan WOULD. they'd watch endless nights and they'd watch vampire porn and they'd definitely sleep together after THAT. nate would bite dan's neck and repeat some dialogue from the porno, and dan would laugh, but he would also be so, so turned on. (what! parts of this are literally canon!)

since dan also canonically reads anne rice (i wonder if he's one of the fic writers who got a cease & desist or whatever she was sending at them back in the day, that would be an interesting dan humphrey backstory) i think he'd read it aloud to natie. nate would just be lying there with his head on dan's lap, and dan would be sitting up reading aloud, one of his hands carding thru nate's hair.

at a blairena halloween party one time, dan and nate dress up as... *drum roll* each other. are you surprised? yeah, me neither. they keep making risque references to That Night At Yale, and blairena threaten to kick them out of the party (empty threats.)

MILO HUMPHREY MY BELOVED:

i wish i had more milo headcanons than just "jenny designs extremely elaborate costumes for milo, and nate goes trick or treating with him" but that's kind of it. milo would also end up wearing a LOT of orange-brown-maroons to school all through october (dan is like, nate, the kid is 5, is this the age to put your fall agenda onto him? nate is like, yes.) i think once he's older, milo would start getting these ridiculous mugs home in october - a pumpkin mug, a mug shaped like a skull, a mug shaped like a skeleton hand, etc. think mugs that look like THS thing that krysten ritter is holding:

dan looks at the collection of horror themed mugs they have with equal parts dismay and pride, and looks at nate like, yeah, you sure did raise this kid alongside me, didn't you? this is all YOUR influence, babe.

i also feel like milo would wear black nail polish ALLLL the time. he'd start during halloween and just never stop. i mean. if you're curious about this, i have two words for you: aunt jenny.

BONUS:

nate finds photos of a younger dan trick or treating - dan must be 7 or 8 in these photos, and he & vanessa are both dressed up as witches, with the hats and everything. dan is carrying a pumpkin shaped lantern, and marx is sitting in the lantern, peering out from inside it.

dan just smiles, and goes, "yeah, when i was a kid, all my costumes involved marx in some way." there's marx with angel wings (looking extremely disgruntled), there's marx with a green blanket around him ("he was a caterpillar that year," dan informs nate seriously), there's marx with a little bonnet on his head ("he hated that SO much," dan laughs).

the humphreys adopted marx when dan was around 7 - and given how unconcerned rufus is by lily's lack of pets - when he moves in with her, they do not discuss getting a cat or a dog or a bird or anything.. i'm guessing that maybe alison and dan went to pick marx out. i think dan and jenny have both seen marx grow from being a kitten to an adult cat, but because dan was older he remembers it slightly better. and dan and that cat were INSEPERABLE, to the extent wherein dan would often put marx in a pram and stroll him around everywhere. (there are halloween pictures of this, too.)

anyway, i'm just saying.

"he was my partner in crime," dan says fondly, looking at a picture of marx.

"i'm your partner in crime," nate corrects him.

"well, yeah," dan says. he raises an eyebrow. "but do you really need to compare yourself to my cat?"

/end

[juminsqrincess]

RFA + saeran’s petnames headcannons

GENDER NEUTRAL 

something small to start the blog off hehe~ here are the RFA’s and saeran’s (minus v because i literally haven’t played his route or looked at him HJGHGJ sorry-) favourite pet names to call you: (minor spoilers for saeran)

yoosung:

not gonna lie, poor baby yoosung is probably the one *being* called the pet names most of the time; but after a while he does start to get more comfortable and less anxious and flusterable (is that word? LMAO) when giving affection to the MC. he starts off very slowly, calling you the pet names when you’re both sleepy, or when you’re focused on a game with him, so you don’t notice it too much (though his face still reddens in anticipation to your reaction) and then pet names become a more natural thing for him, and just start slipping out- especially if you give him a positive reaction because he just wants to see you happy! 

pet names include: - honey (delivered with a cheesy grin, he thinks he’s all smooth and classy) - bubby (literally just baby but with extra yoosung sweetness added - it started out as something he used in his sleepy voice and then you picked up a liking to it- it still kind of embarrasses him)  - birdie (likes the concept of you being all small and fluffy- *is small and fluffy*- yoosung’s version of the classic pet name ‘dove’) - snuggles (definitely WAS NOT the name of his old teddy bear that he MAYBE still keeps as a SECRET to cuddle when he misses you-) - his little pogchamp

zen:

pet name GOD - shamelessly started using pet names as SOON as you two hit it off, this man is a pet name machine he has TRICKS UP HIS SLEEVE. bro. he uses as many pet names as he can to figure out your weak spots and then TAKES ADVANTAGE OF THIS KNOWLEDGE. it boosts his ego to see you flustered because of him of course - though he wants you to feel special too! he has a few favourites listed here with special meaning~

pet name include: - babe/jagi/jagiya (duh bro?? its like canon or sum) - beautiful/handsome/gorgeous - whatever suits you most~ (NEED I SAY MORE? SOMEONE AS BEAUTIFUL AS HIM WILL ONLY BE WITH SOMEONE EQUALLY AS GOOD-LOOKING?? he also give constant compliments be warned) - cutie (wholesome zen moment) - good-lookin’ (said as he casually pulls you in by the waist to kiss your forehead, wow zen you’re so smoo0th) -  sexy (IT’S THE BEAST BRO)

jaehee:

unfortunately none of us have really seen jaehee’s more lovey-dovey side in the game - she probably prefers calling you by your name the most, and she speaks it almost like it’s a praise, but the odd time she calls you pet names just as a way to appreciate you, or to remind you that she cherishes you. does it very casually and naturally, she’s quite a steady-paced girl so she needn’t force pet names to come, they just do whenever the moment calls for it really.

pet names incluude: - love  - darling (you are dear to herr!! she’s so busy all the time - moments with you are cherished and precious - you’re like a pocket of hope and sunshine in such a grey world full of deadlines and schedules... someone she can truly relax with!) - beloved - dear(est) - sweetheart (BCS. YOU. ARE. SO SWEET! you’re always looking out for her and being so patient with her as she works - you have a heart of gold, and she admires how kind you are to the RFA members - she’s truly lucky to have won a place in your heart <3)

jumin:

this man. this man is so nonchalantly smooth. he doesn’t even know it - or maybe he does - you can’t tell because he’ll just slip in a pet name mid-convo and make you mELT. when he gets soft... pet names are maybe one of his favourite things to tell you, because he gets to show you his more vulnerable and affectionate sides. he uses pet names as a way to spoil you - and spoil you he does because HIS VOICE *IS HEAVEN*, and the light kisses and touches he places on you as he speaks to you so fondly are a BIIG BONUSS. it takes him a while to start using more ‘personalized’ pet names - he sticks to the generic ones at first, they’re classy and simple - but after a while he conjures up newer ones out of his sheer emotion for you - only to be used in private though.

pet names include:  - the usual at first, dear, beloved, honey, love - AND THEN BOOM: precious (you are the most precious thing in his life HANDS DOWN. gets so sentimental when he uses it aswell - will whisper it to you before bed or when he’s trying to comfort you - nothing in this world compares to how much you mean to him) - kitten (yeah you thought i would stop myself - no.) - mr/mrs/mx* han (after you get married he does this a lot in public - maybe to show off a little bit and see everyone’s surprised faces as he follows it with ‘dear’ or something - he isn’t big into PDA but he has his smug sneaky ways of letting you know that he is thankful to have you) - HIS prince/princess/your majesty/highness: (DUUUDE... he wants the BEST for you - you’ve finally shown him what the wonderful feelings of love do! you hold that power over him at least! ...will kiss your hand when he uses this)

saeyoung:

saeyoung has... stranger more unique ways to show you affection, and the pet names he uses do not escape his whacky tendencies - uses pet names as a way to put a smile on your face and to make you laugh, to see that cute bright smile on your face! of course though, saeyoung has a (small) share of pet names that are more sensical and have some sort of more obvious meaning behind them. he starts off using dumb pet names, then as he gets emotionally attached stops, then he accepts he loves you and starts using really cheesey pet names, theenn he regains some of his happiness with you and becomes more jokey again (WHEW!). 

pet names include: (besides the normal boooring ones /j) - his star (you guided him to his happiness... you shone for him brightly when he had no shine himself - you cheered him up with your beauty and warmth - and you guys did kick ass stuff in his good end like it was a MOVIE or something – also spaaace??) - weird food names - starts off as honey and sweetie pie - gets weird fast... will call you his chip and his nurse pepper ( doctor is reserved for the drink - otherwise it gets confusing) - LOWKEY MAKES FUN OF YOU... if you’re short he’ll call you shortie - if you’re tall he calls you tallie (haha funny.) if you’re blonde he calls you blondie, and if you have freckles or dimples OR GLASSES - consider it your new name. also starts calling you after the things you wear - if you wear chains, he calls you chains, if you wear dramatic makeup, he starts calling you a diva - will call you noob i’m sorry - sweet cheeks (SEVEN WHICH CHEEKS-) - boople snoot (yes.) - his galaxy (the seven alternative to my world)

saeran:

okay so - it’s assumed that saeran is actually a DID system but i’m writing for good end saeran because um - lets be honest the alters were not the most healthy and probably wouldn’t have been doing any pet name calling (ray being too insecure, black suit saeran and unknown... being black suit saeran and unknown? it would have been sarcastic and mean)

after all of the hardships you guys had gone through... saeran was TERRIFIED that you would leave because why on earth would you want to stick by with him i mean?? all he had known his whole life is literally mistreatment he thought you were too good to be true. but you stuck by and you gave him what he had needed for so long - you always made him feel safe and he finally belonged somewhere, felt like the world wasn’t ALWAYS out for him, he could breathe easier now. very reluctant at first - messing up with you especially gave him paralyzing fear. but then you showed him such loyalty, he looked at you and saw that yes you made mistakes, that you were human, and you reminded him that it was okay to be human too. so slowly he trusted that you would accept him being affectionate back - he wanted to appreciate you like you appreciated him - despite all of the flaws he saw in himself constantly. (WHOO I LOVE SAERAN SO MUCH OMG CAN YOU TELL??)

pet names include: - angel (do i need to explain this?? you’ve saved his life - his future, everything. he sees you with a halo around your head constantly, even at your darkest moments, because he’s been there before too!) - flower (at first glance may seem like a cute thing because ray liked gardening - which sure part of it is that - but moreover he talks about your beauty when he uses this pet name, about how happy you make him, he sees you as someone delicate and gentle yet at the same time someone bold and bright - someone that the world NEEDS) - sunshine (you brighten his day, his month, his year, his life - aaand well a garden does need sunshine doesn’t it? you keep him going when he feels like giving up) - love and dear (too classic not to be included with a man that wore fancy suits JHGH)  - sweetheart/sweetie/honey (along with his big sweet tooth - he thinks you’re the sweetest person he’s ever met) - sugarplum (pls let me have this)

*mx is like m(r)s and mr but for non-binary folks :)

[heymacy]

Macy Macy Macy, it is I, the one and only Howl at your service to bring you your Howl’s Question Friday questions!! @howlinchickhowl Please don’t look behind the curtai— stop what are you doing!!! Ok it’s Stas don’t expose me!!! Go back to the other side of the curtain!!

Happy Spooky Season!! 🎃👻🍂🧛 Do you have a favorite Halloween costume you’ve ever done? Have you and your wife ever done a couples costume? Do you plan on dressing up as anything this year? (shut up this is totally one question idk what you’re talking about)

When you worked at Starbucks, were there any drinks people would order that you hated? In other words, what are your Starbucks pet peeves from the perspective of a barista? (i.e. “Hi can I please get a latte with no foam?”)

If you could choose one song to play for every person in the world simultaneously like you had the AUX cord for the globe, what song would you play for us? 🌍 (Let’s pretend people have the option to mute it if it’s lyrically or sonically upsetting to them, so don’t stress that part.)

oh hello howl!! (*quietly* hello stas!) 👋🏼

first off, i love that it's becoming a thing now to refer to me as "macy, macy, macy" because in my head i hear 50% scolding and 50% proud-friend, so it's quite the experience for me. y'know, emotionally speaking 😌

1. happy fucking spooky season oh my god!! i've been waiting for this since our first 90 degree day back in...april? i literally live in hell. to answer your question(s): yes, i do! a few years ago, after like 15+ years of talking about doing it but never following through, my family dressed up as the cast of Hocus Pocus. my two sisters and i were the Sanderson sisters (people have always likened us to them during this time of the year, especially me as Winifred lmao), my brother was Billy, my parents were Billy and Thackery's headstones (their costumes needed to be minimal so they could efficiently play host and hostess at our halloween party lmao) and i made a cardboard replica of Winifred's book and made my wife wear it (our reasoning being that Winifred's one true love is her spell book). i even did SFX makeup on their face to match the costume, which they weren't too pleased with. that was my favorite costume of my own and of us as a couple. this year we're dressing up as Michael and Janet from The Good Place because after 8 years of incessant pleading, i've finally broken them, and now they actually enjoy halloween.

2. oh my god okay i might be going back to starbucks soon, i'm just waiting on a phone call to confirm it. but regardless, i could talk about this for literal years. don't get me wrong i actually genuinely love working at starbucks, because people who work at starbucks are literally amazing (i met like 80% of my current friends there). but the customers....the customers!!! the worst in the fucking world, and i've worked in every type of service job imaginable.

here are the dumbest fucking things you could possibly order/do at starbucks:

no foam/light foam cappuccino. a cappuccino is BY DEFINITION primarily foam. a light foam cappuccino is a latte. a no foam cappuccino is a no foam latte you fucking imbeciles. if you don't know what it is don't fucking order it goddammit and don't try to fight me on it either

anyone who blends the dried fruit into their drinks - i hope you choke on a nickel 😌

"absolutely no foam like literally not a drop of foam, i want straight up hot milk over liquified beans because i've never been told no in my entire life" get fucked get fucked get fucked

[car full of teenagers/college kids pulls up to the DT window] "hi! *giggles* oh my god shut up guys i'm trying to order! [laughter] hi! uh, i was -- SHUT UP! -- i was wondering if i could get -- SHH! [laughter] -- if i could get uh, four venti caramel ribbon crunch frapuccinos with extra, extra caramel?" i will curse your fucking bloodline not only are you wasting my fucking time FOUR FRAPUCCINOS? AND THE MOST COMPLICATED ONES? AND EXTRA //EXTRA// CARAMEL? please do not reproduce 😌

extra caramel is fine. extra extra caramel, alright i like you a little bit less. "caramel walls" i will stab you 🔪

if you ask for a pour-over during rush, choke. if you ask for a pour-over during rush of a type of coffee we already have brewed in the urns and ready to go because you "like a stronger brew", die.

also please note: none of the pet peeves apply if you're nice. if you're really, really nice, if we like you, it doesn't matter. if you're needy and picky, acknowledge it. make fun of yourself for it. apologize every time. we may not love you, but if you're nice to us, we'll like you. and we don't fuck with people we like, so, it's in everyone's best interests lmao (except the last one - go straight to hell you sick fuck)

oh one more thing THE SECRET MENU DOES NOT EXIST!!! IT DOES NOT EXIST!!! IT’S ALL MADE UP!!! I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT WHEN YOU ASK FOR AN “ARIANA GRANDE FRAPPUCCINO” I LITERALLY HATE YOU

alright now on to the angelic, godlike behaviors:

if you order an iced chai tea latte at any point in time but especially during a rush, i will kiss you on the mouth. (with consent, of course, and proof of vaccination. this is a plague after all)

if you leave a tip, even if you just toss your change in the tip jar, i will hug the fuck out of you. tips aren't great at most stores, but sometimes the $27 i got in tips for the week was what fed me, so it makes a difference

black coffee drinkers 😍 or coffee drinkers who put their own cream & sugar in their coffee at the condiment bar 😍 but especially, especially coffee drinkers who put their own cream & sugar in their coffee at the condiment bar and clean up after themselves, oh my god. angels. heaven-sent. i worship you.

if you say something like "hi! how are you?" or "what's up?" or "good morning!" when you order instead of just walking up and being like "can i get _____" i will fall in love with you.

3. Cotton Eye Joe, because i'm a slut for chaos.

this was fun, and it’s very on brand of me to get angry & emotional and not know when to shut up, hmm? howl & stas my beloveds i hope you’re both having amazing days 🥺🥰💛

[stargazedmoony]

Excerpt from a story I’ll never write: The ‘Outsider’.

With a slight frown between his eyebrows, Sirius turned in front of the mirror. Never in his life had he shown this much skin— how could he when his school uniform only consisted of long trousers? He was glad to be alone, because he was sure that if Peter had seen him like this, he would have laughed right in his face. The three other marauders had left him that morning; James and Peter were at the Quidditch Pitch and Remus was most likely to be found in the library, drowning in one of his beloved books.

Sirius was wearing a plaid skirt in shades of light and dark blue and a bit of white, topped by a simple plain black sweater that he had borrowed from James. The sweater was a little too big for him, because James was both taller and broader than he was. He tried to tuck the sweater into the skirt, but that made the skirt look rather distorted. He then tried to tuck it in only at the back, which looked a little better. At least the sweater looked less big that way.

He sighed, feeling out of place for doing what he was doing. It was Mary’s fault.

They first came up with the idea on a drunken Saturday night when the common room was throwing a party to celebrate the victory of winning the Quidditch game against Hufflepuff. Mary was wearing a sparkly red dress and Sirius made a comment about how he thought dresses and skirts seemed like the most comfortable thing in the world to him. Not only that, he also thought they were pretty too, for both girls and boys. He didn’t tell Mary this, but the angelic girl had probably figured it out, because she said: “I can lend you some, if you want? Oh, you would totally rock them, I just know it!”

Sirius had laughed off the comment, but when he woke up the following Sunday morning with a bit of headache and many vague memories of the night before, the memory with Mary was the only one he could clearly recall. He didn’t tell Moony where he was going that morning. The boy wanted him to stay in bed and cuddle, but Sirius went to find Mary and he found her in the Great Hall, already having breakfast with Lily and Marlene.

“Mary!” he called out. She gave him a threatening look. “You raise your voice at me like that one more time and I will make sure you—”

Marlene giggled. “She had too much to drink yesterday, don’t worry about it,” she interrupted Mary and told Sirius. Sirius laughed. He then lowered his voice. ‘Do you— uh, do you remember what we talked about yesterday?” he asked Mary. Marlene and Lily seemed to notice they weren’t invited to the conversation and turned to each other.

Mary shook her head slightly. “I don’t—” Then her tired eyes widened. “You really want to try?” she gasped. Her lips formed into a huge smile. Sirius pursed his lips together and nodded shyly. “If you’re okay with me burrowing your stuff?” he asked uncertainly. Mary put a hand over her mouth. “Oh, that’s so lovely! Of course!” she said happily. Lily and Marlene looked at them curiously, but Sirius ignored them. Mary lowered her voice again. “Come to my dorm room later, I think I have something that’ll fit you. Or we could always use some kind of spell for that.”

Sirius smiled at her. “Thanks, Mary!” he said. “I’ll see you in a bit, gotta get back to the dorm. Remus is—”

“—Missing you. Of course.” Mary giggled. “Honestly, if you two don’t get married, I’ll eat both my feet.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. “You’re putting me in quite a dilemma right now,” he said, to which Mary laughed and slapped his arm. “Oh, get lost, you.”

And here he was. It had been a couple of days since Mary had given him some of her skirts. She’d also put some jewellery in the bag as well and some makeup products, but Sirius hadn’t quite figured out how to use them yet. He knew how to work with an eye pencil and he had managed to make his eyes pop a little more, but how on earth was he supposed to apply eyeshadow? He should definitely ask Mary this once he saw her again.

Sirius looked at the other two skirts he had tried on earlier. There was a long, dark red one, almost brownish. The colour was absolutely stunning and it reminded him of the Gryffindor colours, but the skirt fell slightly below his knee and he felt like it made him look shorter than he was. He had then tried on another short skirt, but it didn’t quite suit his body shape, or so he thought at least. It was a simple and plain, black skirt, a tight fit.

No, the blue one was his favourite. The colours sparked his eyes and it made his legs look long and elegant. He chuckled slightly at the sight of his leg hair. He could understand why girls would shave their legs to wear skirts, but honestly, it didn’t bother him that much. He didn’t think it would bother him if girls didn’t do it either. Everyone had body hair, after all.

He tried on a delicate white pearled chain. Cute, he thought as he stared at himself in the mirror. He didn’t think he looked girly at all. There was something about the outfit that made him feel light, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was all the free space between his legs or maybe it was the exciting atmosphere in the room that he could feel blazing up against his skin. He wasn’t sure how to feel— there was just something about this look. He had never quite understood the tumult around boys wearing skirts. Wasn’t everyone allowed to wear whatever they wanted? Who even came up with those kind of dress codes?

Sirius turned again to look at his legs from the back. He smiled. He looked good. Sure, it was a bit unusual to see himself like this, but Merlin, did it make him feel glorious! He had always been one to break the rules and live life to the fullest, but the thing here was that the disapproval of boys wearing skirts wasn’t supposed to be seen as some kind of rule to be broken. He wondered how much courage it would take of him to walk out the dorm room like this. A lot, he thought.

There was a soft knock on the door. “Shit,” Sirius muttered. He launched himself onto the bed, stuffing Mary’s things back in the bag she’d given to him. “Wait up!” he said loudly. “I’m changing!” He wasn’t quite ready for James or Peter to see him like this. Moony was different, but still— what if he scared him away?

“C’mon, it’s me,” a voice chuckled. Moony. “I’ve seen you change before. Why’s the door locked anyway?”

“No, wait, I—!”

“Alohomora.”

The door clicked open and Remus stepped in, his eyes looking across the room and landing on Sirius, who was still sitting on his bed, his legs pressed together and the skirt high up his thighs. “Bloody hell, Moony,” he said, rolling his eyes dramatically. “So much for privacy.”

“Oh, please, you big baby,” Remus chuckled. “We sleep together. You have no privacy anymore.” His eyes darted to Sirius’s bare legs and suddenly Sirius felt the heat rising to his cheeks. Never had he felt so exposed in front of his Moony before. “Oh, fuck’s sake,” he mumbled. He scratched the back of his head. “You were not supposed to see—”

“Are you wearing makeup?”

Sirius bit down his bottom lip, not knowing where to look. “Maybe,” he said.

“And the skirt— is it yours?”

“It’s, uh… no. But you weren’t supposed to—”

“You look beautiful.” Remus looked at him with a smile on his lips.

Sirius’s jaw dropped and he felt his face burning with embarrassment now. “Are you serious?” he asked breathlessly. He got up, straightening the fabric of the skirt and looking back in the mirror. Remus chuckled. “No, you’re Sirius,” he said playfully. “I am just one hell of a lucky boyfriend. What— what gave you this idea though? Or who did?

“Mary,” Sirius said and he turned around to look at Remus. “We were drunk and oh, well. She gave them to me to try them on. But I— I’m not so sure what to think yet.”

Remus smiled softly at him, eyes blazing with pride. He shuffled closer and wrapped his arms around Sirius’s waist, turning him back around to the mirror. “Well, how does it make you feel?” he asked.

Sirius looked from Remus’s face in the mirror back to his own body. His muscular but skinny legs, the black fabric of the sweater hugging his small hips in perfect harmony with his broad-looking shoulders. The pearls around his neck glittering white against the black sweater, his fingers encircled by several stainless steeled rings— never silver, because Remus couldn’t bear it. He was wearing his hair up in a bun, so that some of his piercings were sparkling in the dim light of the dorm room.

I still look like myself, he thought. I’m still Sirius. The small matter of him wearing a skirt didn’t change the fact that he was still the same person and still felt the same way as always, and suddenly he found that that was what he had been so afraid of; that he might lose a bit of himself in trying something that felt like such a big of a deal to everyone around him. And once he realized that, he found himself covered in happy chills all over his body.

It was never about everyone around him. He could handle them like he had handled his family all his life as well— being the outsider as he was to them, carrying the names ‘blood traitor’ and ‘black sheep of the family’ on his back. But they didn’t matter. It were his feelings in all of this that mattered.

A smile cracked around his lips as he said, a little surprised but in full honesty: “I’m comfortable.”

Remus started smiling too, looking at Sirius from tiptoe to face. He smiled his pearly white teeth with happiness for his boyfriend, who beamed in his arms. “Then that is it,” he said to the long-haired boy. “That is all that matters.”

Sirius nodded softly. He turned around to face Remus and kissed him on the lips. “Thank you,” he mumbled.

“For what?”

“For not turning away.”

“Turning away? Why would I ever do that?”

“Oh, you know. Not everyone is the same about boys in skirts.”

“Oh, my darling.” Remus wrapped his arms even tighter around Sirius’s figure. “Don’t you know how brave I think you are? You are redefining the ideal of masculinity. You are the future, Padfoot. And I would also like to remind you that your dear mother would absolutely kick your arse if she saw you like this.”

Sirius laughed out loud, the joy in the sound filling the room with happiness. “Now, that is all that matters,” he joked. Remus chuckled at this and locked their lips together once again. “And I can’t help,” he mumbled against Sirius’s lips, pushing him backwards onto the bed. “That it turns me on to see you like this.”

“Oh no,” Sirius pouted. “Is it too much skin for your hungry eyes?”

Remus let go of his shoulders to look him in the eye, his fingers running across Sirius’s thighs. “It’s not necessarily the skin that’s turning me on, Pads, nor is it the skirt,” he said, looking rather thoughtful. He fiddled with the fabric of Sirius’s sweater in between his fingers, feeling Sirius burning hot under his touch. “It’s your loyalty to being so true to yourself and… and it’s your confidence too. Sometimes I wish I could be brave like you, you know?” Remus blushed, looking down at Sirius with a look of affection and admiration. “But you do make me feel a little more brave just by letting me stand next to you.”

Sirius bit his bottom lip. “You know, you dazzle me when you talk like that,” he said, looking up to his Moony in awe. “I don’t think I’m half as brave as you think I am.”

Remus’s tongue flicked across his teeth as he bent over Sirius again, kissing the boy’s neck and leaving traces of passion and endearment. “Show me then,” he whispered in Sirius’s ear, having Sirius’s chest almost explode with butterflies. His hands found a way to Remus’s neck, pulling him closer, always pulling him closer and kissing him below his ear, saying: “Lock the door then.”

by: @stargazedmoony :)❥

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Top Five Star Trek DS9 Episodes

by Ames

Oh my prophets, we’ve made it back through the wormhole and concluded all of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, and you know what? Overall it’s pretty damn good! Arguably the best as a series, we might say (and we did say), and all we’ve left to do is wrap it up in a nice hasperat burrito now.

In doing so and in typical A Star to Steer Her By fashion, we’ve also assembled the best episodes of the whole series into one big list. Check out the discussion in our DS9 finale episode here (series discussion starts at 1:58:12 after the season chatter), featuring even more bests from our special guest star Liz. And open up the Orb of Prophecy to read all the highlights below; you don’t have to be emissary to the prophets to enjoy these.

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“Blood Oath”: Caitlin The Klingons have been one of the most popular races in the galaxy, and Klingon episodes are just as fun, especially when they put in the work to feature some blasts from the relative past whom we saw in The Original Series! And some extra respect to this one because Kor says Trans Rights.

“Hard Time”: Ames Miles suffered a whole lot through the years, so the best of his suffering deserves to be on the best list, doesn’t it? Colm Meaney acts his ass off, the storytelling is clean and interesting, and we actually acknowledge mental health (just a little bit) for a change!

“The Wire”: Ames Speaking of actors who act their ass off. Andrew Robinson’s portrayal of Garak was something we just couldn’t get enough of (can we push for Star Trek: Garak perhaps?), and this episode takes the cake with just sublime acting from one of our favorite assassi–  er, tailors.

“Rejoined”: Caitlin She started off rough, but Jadzia really began to bring it at some point in the show and we’ve targeted this episode as where we really started giving a damn about her. Finally, we see both the emotional weight of being a joined Trill and the actual acting chops of Terry Farrell all in one place!

“The Quickening”: Jake Similarly, Julian also started off really rough, but when that bright-eyed, bushy-tailed outlook started losing its brightness and bushiness (and when he stopped creeping on women for a while), we got to really see him as a character, and this episode highlights how great he can really be.

“Far Beyond the Stars”: Ames What more can we say about “Far Beyond the Stars,” an episode that we totally changed guest star Justus’s mind about when we covered it? What could have been a detrimental trope turns into a captivating and pertinent inspection of racism, storytelling, and history. Thank the prophets for this one!

“In the Pale Moonlight”: Chris It’s not a fake: our love for this episode is 100% real! It’s so excellent to see some really difficult ethical decisions get made on this show, highly contrasting the angelic Starfleet portrayals of the past. Science fiction is all about debate – is all about reflecting on the issue – and those are discussions we love to have!

“Duet”: Chris, Jake Two votes for this stellar two-hander that is just an actor’s banquet for excellent character development and every opportunity to utterly devour the scenery. Om nom nom scenery. Kira Nerys started off as one of the most well-written and consistent characters on the show, and she only got better and better from there.

“Second Skin”: Caitlin, Jake Speaking of Kira! Here’s some more well-deserved love for Nana Visitor who donned some Cardassian makeup and really went with it in this excellent character piece that turned her into everything she hated. Talk about an identity crisis!

“It’s Only a Paper Moon”: Caitlin, Chris At the start of the series, who would have thought that the juvenile delinquent character Nog would grow to be one of the most beloved on the show, with one of the most developed arcs? Credit to Aron Eisenberg for the nuance, heartbreak, struggle, and joy that he brought to Nog over the years.

“The Visitor”: Ames, Chris, Jake The Ben-Jake relationship proves again and again to be one of the strongest tenets at the core of Deep Space Nine and this episode really goes for it in telling a spellbinding tale of a boy’s love for his father. With added alternate realities, subspace shenanigans, and excellent guest acting thrown in to boot!

“Captive Pursuit”: Ames, Caitlin, Chris, Jake The one episode that made it on all our lists is actually one of the earliest in the series because we all just loved Tosk so much. What an excellent beginning to the series that starts exploring the ethics of how we treat other people and what we can do about that right out of the gate. We are Tosk!

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See also: our Bottom Five Star Trek DS9 Episodes list for the less glowing but still fun to hate on stuff!

Considering the wormhole aliens’ nonlinear existence, can Deep Space Nine really be over? Well, I guess yes it can, because our journey through Star Trek must continue! We’ve got more fun planned for this page, so keep watching us here, listen to weekly episodes at our home on Soundcloud, follow us on Facebook and Twitter, and we’ll see you in the Delta Quadrant soon!

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A3! Event: Frohe Weihnachten! Epilogue: The Ideal Christmas Date Translation

Izumi is asked to be the boys’ acting partner as they deliver an etude about their ideal Christmas dates.

Misumi: "Stop making excuses. I know you came here to see me, not because of the makeup."

Azami: "Now, my beautiful princess, please come here. I shall give my dearest person a sweet, tingly love."

Spectator A: Kyaa~!!

Spectator B: So cool…!

Izumi: (They're all doing a really great job attracting passerbys…!)

(And with our very successful show the other day, the booth is getting busier than ever.)

(Even Azami-kun has gotten over his shyness. Thank goodness.)

Sakoda: Director ane-san!

Makita: Hey.

Izumi: Sakoda-san, Makita-san! Hello!

Azami: You did stop by, huh.

Sakoda: Hey, Azami~!

Makita: You look good in that costume.

Azami: Thanks.

Izumi: You two also look adorable in those Santa Claus costumes.

Sakoda: Hehe, thanks!

Makita: Well it's a little bit embarrassing since this feels different from when you wear costumes during performance.

Sakoda: We're just here to see how y'all doin'. We needa get back now.

Boss is also here, y'know. But it looks like he hasn't got used to this kind of vibe yet.

He wished you good luck!

Azami: ...Oh.

Izumi: Thank you! We appreciated it!

Azami: Thanks for coming.

Makita: No probs. It's a pleasure to see how cool you are in that outfit.

Sakoda: Come to our takoyaki booth after this! Bye!

Izumi: Great job today, guys!

Guy: The same goes to you. I'm glad the booth is packed.

Kumon: It was both fun and tiring at the same time~! I'm starving now~!

Citron: Should we go eat something before going home, then?

???: There you are!

Azami: ?

Yuuko: Hello!

Izumi: Yuuko-san!?

Misumi: Oh! Hello~!

Yuuko: I came here to thank you for the other day.

Kumon: Thank you?

Yuuko: My date was a great success because of you all.

I told him how I feel...and now we're dating!

Azami: …!

Taichi: For real!?

Azami: Grats.

Izumi: Whoa, congratulations!

Yuuko: Ikaruga-kun, Izumida-kun...Tachibana-kun, and you all...Thank you very much!

Misumi: That's great~! Huge congrats to you~!

Yuuko: Haha. I couldn't do it without you all.

I'll be going now. I have a date after this. Sorry for stopping you on your way home.

Citron: Bye bye! Be happy~!

Guy: I hope you have a great time.

Yuuko: Thank you. Bye bye.

Taichi: Whoa, sounds great~. Christmas date…!

If I were to ask my girlfriend out on a Christmas date...I'd totes take her to the Christmas Market and then….

I know! How about we ask Director-sensei to play our partner and--.

Perform a simple act about our ideal Christmas date based on our roles this time around. How's that!?

Izumi: What!?

Citron: I like that idea! Sounds like fun!

Kumon: Yea! I'm in!

Misumi: Me too~!

Guy: I guess it can serve as a good practice given we still have some days left until the Christmas Market ends.

Citron: That's right!

Izumi: W-Well, I can't deny that…

Taichi: With that said, Director-sensei, you'll be our partner!

Izumi: (Uugh, I feel like I'm being talked into it, and I'm still kinda shy…)

Azami: C-Christmas date, you say…

Citron: You'll be fine! It should be a piece of cake for you now!

Guy: Well now, Director, may I go first?

Izumi: Y-Yeah, sure.

Guy: "What a beautiful tree. Look. They have Santa Claus and angels ornaments there."

Izumi: Whoa, you're right.

Guy: "Haha. How can you be so cute even when getting all hyped like that."

"Aren't you cold? Move closer."

Izumi: …!

Guy: "I've also prepared a special present for you. Look forward to it."

Taichi: Wow! So mature!

Misumi: Yup, it's cool~!

Kumon: Okay, I'm going next!

"Wow! This Christmas Market sure is packed with people, huh! I see lots of delicious food and cute stuff here."

"Where do you wanna go first?"

Izumi: Hehe, all of them look so much fun I can't decide.

Kumon: "I know, right! ...Hehe, you see, I was so looking forward to going to this Christmas Market with you."

"Say, do you wanna go watch the night sky or illumination after this?"

"It's not like I hate crowded places, but you know… I want to spend quality time with you, watching illumination and stuff. ...What's your call?"

Citron: Nice one! I got butterflies in my stomach!

Misumi: Same~!

Kumon: Seriously? Yeaay~!

Next up is...Sumi-san!

Misumi: Roger!

"Hey. I assume you've cleared up your schedules for today."

Izumi: Yup. Of course.

Misumi: "...Good girl. Since today is Christmas, I'll listen to whatever you want."

"I'll be your personal Santa Claus."

"The same goes for you. You'll be my personal Santa Claus, right, Izumi?"

Taichi: Dang! Even though I'm a man, I blushed seeing your act, Misumi-san!

Azami: He suits the role perfectly. I expect no less from you.

Citron: You go next, Taichi!

Taichi: Alright!

"Christmas sure is such an exciting event, huh! You get Christmas songs, sparkling trees and wreaths…"

"But what makes my heart palpitate and warm like this is… the fact that I'm with you."

Izumi: ...Thank you. I'm having fun as well.

Taichi: "Glad to hear that."

"Now, what do you want to do? Skating, special sweets, illumination...You name it."

"My beloved princess, Izumi. Let us spend this beautiful Christmas together."

Kumon: Wow! I like the usual you, Taichi-san, but your acting as a butler sure is something else!

Guy: There's a gap between his usual self and this role.

Citron: I won't lose to you! Next up is me!

"What are you gettin' so hyped up about? It's just Christmas. So childish. Fine, I'll go along with you."

Izumi: Thank you! I can't wait to go to the places here.

Citron: "God, look at you...your eyes are literally sparkling right now."

"...So cute."

Izumi: Huh…

Citron: "I-I didn't say anything, all right! You're just hearing things."

"Well, it ain't like I hate spending Christmas with you. Let's go."

Misumi: Shy Citron is cute~!

Kumon: Tsundere Citron-san is totes cool and adorbs!

Taichi: All right, last is A-chan! You better nail it!

Azami: "Spending Christmas with you is like a dream to me."

"You're right. This illumination is really beautiful."

"But no matter how beautiful it is… To me, you're the most beautiful one here--so beautiful that I can't take my eyes off you."

Izumi: …!

Azami: "Merry Christmas, Izumi-san."

Izumi: Merry Christmas to you too, Azami-kun.

Azami: "There's a Christmas tree over there. Shall we go?"

"Now, hold my ha…"

…

No, no! I can't do it! Walking around while holding hands is too damn embarrassing!

Citron: Ooh. It's still impossible in the end, huh.

Kumon: And you were doing really great halfway~.

Taichi: A-chan is too innocent, after all!

Azami: S-Shaddap!

Izumi: (Hahaha. That's just like him.)

< Episode 10 | Masterlist

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devotion | fire and reign!michael x fem!reader

SUMMARY: It’s the first Cooperative meeting and Michael gets familiar with one delegate.

WARNINGS: Domesticated fluff, anxiety, a bit of comedy, severely shameless smut, vaginal sex, vaginal stimulation, Barry Manilow.

WORD COUNT: 2.9k (sorry I got really carried away with this one. I haven’t proofread it yet so apologies in advance!)

Striding into the Cooperative meeting hall with all the arrogance he could muster, Michael wrung his red leather-clad hands together, his gaze lingering on the streams of expressionless masks lining the conference table. Every face was obscured, a last-ditch attempt at anonymity for the first time in their charmed, infamous lives.

Their grasp at obscurity was futile. He’d seen the seating plan ahead of schedule. He knew he was to speak two feet away from Bill Clinton, that some kid called PewDiePie was perched halfway down the table, that Jeff Bezos sent his apologies for his absence mere minutes ago, that Julie Andrews requested a seat at the last minute and paid in cash.

The Antichrist shouldn’t suffer stage fright, but Michael hadn’t often addressed a number of people at once, least of all the most financially powerful mortal figureheads in the world. He meticulously prepared his speech the night before, scrawling the highlights on a scrap of paper he stuffed down his left glove, small enough to look inconspicuous when he retrieved it yet large enough to not lose it on the journey to the conference hall.

As his expensive leather boots clacked to the head of the table, Michael swallowed hard and forced his focus on Ms Mead’s advice - find a spot at the far end of the room to concentrate on and talk to it. He chose the far right corner of the seemingly endless table, an anonymous pair of black gloved hands that rested studiously on the glass table.

“Esteemed members of the Cooperative,” he announced, swinging his hands behind his back to clasp them together. The less they saw how they were shaking in their crimson incarcerations, the better.

“World leaders, tech giants, media moguls, cultural influencers,” he proclaimed, catching his breath, “and Mrs Langdon.”

His gaze hardened on the gloved hands in the far corner. The black-clothed figure leaned forward in its seat, revealing a golden face creating a stark contrast with the sea of masks. Cascading y/h/c curls framed the feminine face, mysteriously sparkling black lipstick and deep eyeliner outlining fierce y/e/c eyes. A revealing black dress draped over her figure, her chest pouring out of its low neckline.

A knowing smirk caught the corner of Michael’s lips as he nodded in recognition. He balled his leathered hands into fists and landed them authoritatively on the table’s edge.

“The rumours you’ve heard are true: my name is Michael Langdon and I am the Antichrist.”

———

“You know you don’t have to wear a mask, honey,” Michael comforted you as he leaned his elbows on the kitchen island, planting his chin on one balled fist. You glanced over your shoulder at him as you carefully flipped an omelette in the pan.

“I know baby, but it’s the first one and I want to make a good impression,” you giggled. “After all, they’re the ones who sold their souls already. Mine’s still up for sale.”

Michael snickered under his breath, standing straight and gliding his way over to you, snaking his arms around your waist and squeezing gently, relishing the embrace.

“Is that so?” He breathed into the nape of your neck, dropping a loving kiss where his words ghosted so sensitively that goosebumps haunted your skin. You jerked the pan over to a nearby plate, tipping the omelette out and returning the pan to a cool hob ring.

“But should I wear makeup underneath? What’s the dress code for this sort of thing?” You tugged at the collar of the baggy black shirt draped over your frame — Michael’s from last night, how he adored seeing you shuffling around the kitchen the next morning wearing his discarded shirt after your night between the sheets.

“Darling, you could wear a garbage bag and I’d still be the happiest man alive to introduce you as my new wife,” butterflies flitted between both your stomachs as he called you that word you’d waited so impatiently to hear  drip from his tongue.

“I also take it I’m not sitting next to you?” You enquired half-heartedly, knowing any distance between you pained you both no matter how formal the situation. Recalling the times you sat beside each other for dinner at Madelyn’s house, how Michael’s hands charted their course towards your inner thighs before starters even hit the plate.

“So who am I going to be rubbing shoulders with tonight, Boy Wonder?” You ducked into his embrace as his breaths laced your neck with shivers.

“Let me see,” he pondered, as if conjuring the seating plan in his mind. He settled for retrieving a document from the pocket of his velour jacket and pulling it in front of you. Scanning the plan from over your shoulder with a hum under his breath, he nodded towards the red marker pointing to your seat in the farthest corner.

“That’ll be Zach Braff on your left, so no getting any ideas,” he squeezed your hips in jest, “and David Hasselhoff at the head of the table in front of you.”

“Really? You’re trusting me to sit facing The Hoff? Oh honey, your trust is severely misplaced,” you cracked, gripping onto his remaining hand that rested on your hip.

“Oh I’m sorry my darling, would you prefer Barry Manilow on the left?” He tickled you gently, tossing the sheet of paper into the air and watching it cascade to the tiled floor beneath you. “How on earth do you know all these people anyway? They’re all just names to me.”

“That may be because I didn’t age a decade overnight, Mr Langdon,” you joked, “I grew up on pop culture, that’s all. You were born after all these people became popular.”

“I also didn’t run a globally successful Tumblr which single-handedly forced the entire internet to stop talking in peaches and cucumbers—“

“Eggplants, Michael, they’re eggplants,” you giggled heartily into your hand to stifle a full-scale laughing fit. “Did the Antichrist just admit he married me for my influence?”

Michael scoffed, landing a sweet peck of agreement into your neck.

“Speaking of influencers, exactly how much power do you have in choosing new Cooperative delegates?”

“Providing they’ve sold their souls to my father already, it’s an open court. Who do you have in mind, baby?” He cooed into your ear.

“I think it would serve us well to save Benedict Cumberbatch. Hell hath no fury like Cumberbitches when they find out Sherlock was exterminated by the Apocalypse.” You turned to face Michael with eyebrows raised, proffering the omelette plate before him.

“I’ll take your word for it, Mrs Langdon. Anybody else?”

———

Michael had barely got to the crux of his introduction to the Cooperative before disembodied voices grew concerned. Each member wore a voice manipulator built into their identity masks, a second, painfully virtual line of defence that reminded you of Robocop having a domestic. It wasn’t until you could hear their discordant mechanical voices over your husband’s that you focused back into the room.

“What about my wife?”

                     “What happens if the Outposts are overrun?”

“Will I get to see my kids again?”

                 “What if the missiles don’t kill everybody?”

“When will it be safe to walk around on the surface again?”

        “Will we die down there?”

                   “What’s your backup plan?”

Michael was nervous, almost obsessively wringing his palms in an effort to disguise the shaking that had consumed him. He was drowning in a blur of desperate, panicked queries firing from all angles — for the first time in your relationship, he looked lost. Powerless. Terrified. Aimless syllables tumbled off his tongue as he tried to regain composure.

He couldn’t lose them. Not yet.

The sudden, ominous clink of your stilettos across the polished floor immediately silenced the cacophony. You strode elegantly and purposefully toward the head of the table, relishing every second of precious silence from the present number as you made your way to your husband’s side.

“What my beloved husband is attempting to articulate is that our repopulation plan is foolproof,” you ran your hand across the top of Michael’s leather coat, resting on his left side and gently leaning on him as if the angel arriving on his shoulder to save the day.

“We’ve eliminated all possibilities of unsatisfactory reproduction for the new world. We’ve limited the number of British survivors in order to reduce the risk of poor dental health — no offence Mr Cumberbatch, wherever you may be seated,” you searched in vain across the faceless entities lining the table in the hope any glimpse of body language could give your chosen one away.

“Your families will be as safe as we can possibly keep them, with the help of your investments and the security you use on a daily basis above the surface.”

Your vision darted pointedly to the far left corner of the table.

"Mr Smith, you and your wife will be situated in Outpost 4 while Jayden and Willow will reside in Outposts 1 and 2 respectively. That way, if any Outposts are compromised, we won’t have an overpopulation of Fresh Princes of Bel Air.”

A collective yet nonetheless strained chuckle filled the air.

“As for your safety against the rabid cannibals that the rest of the human race will no doubt be reduced to, that all depends on how much you’re willing to contribute to the cause. I’ll hand you back into the capable hands of Mr Langdon.”

Michael turned to you with a smile of relief and appreciation, you let loose a casual wink of reassurance before stepping back to return the floor to him.

Michael breathed in sharply and assumed his power stance, crimson leather palms pressed flat on the gleaming table, focus now fixed on the masked figure at the opposite end of the room.

“Turn to page six, section one - Outpost Construction."

———

“I don’t know what I would’ve done without you back there,” Michael sighed through both his hands, wearily wiping down his face in an attempt to erase the last few hours from his memory.

You pushed aside Michael’s hastily discarded red gloves and draping leather jacket, some desk lamps and leftover instruction manuals on the table to perch on the edge, drawing Michael between your legs by the waistband of his coat.

“You did just fine without me, my love,” you cupped his face in your hands, his angelic curls tumbling around his countenance as you planted a loving kiss on his full, if slightly bitten lips. He drew you in even closer, his kiss deeper than the azure blue of his eyes he had now clenched firmly shut.

If there was one thing you knew Michael loved more than anything, it was kissing you. When you handed each other washed dishes after dinner, when you waited impatiently in the queue at the grocery store, when you finally found something decent to watch on TV. He adored locking his lips against yours at any possible opportunity, crashing teeth and dancing tongues. He worshipped the power he had over you when you were compelled to close your eyes to kiss him, the freedom he could use to surprise you while you so innocently shut out the rest of the universe.

“How can I ever repay you, Mrs Langdon?” He breathed into your mouth as he towered over you, one hand roaming your hair and the other ghosting on top of your knee.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way, Mr Langdon,” you charmed, kissing him again as deeply as possible. This time Michael refused to separate from you, maintaining the searing connection between your lips.

Hitching your black silk dress up your thighs agonisingly slowly, Michael opened one eye to savour every centimetre of your legs revealing before him with subtle gasps catching on the tip of his tongue against yours. As the hem reached your hips and exposed your core, Michael moaned greedily in your mouth.

“No panties?” he hummed as your teeth clashed, “no wonder you were so fucking sassy earlier.”

Meeting no obstruction, his soft fingertips wasted no time in trailing between your thighs and finding their home pressed gently onto your clit. As soon as his skin made contact, your hips bucked and you felt a stream of your arousal escape your folds.

Michael could smell it before he felt it. His fingers coursed down to collect the precious droplets, raising his digits to your conjoined mouths so you could both taste you.

“You’re so fucking wet for me baby,” he cooed down your throat, his lust-blown voice reduced to a husky croon. You opened your eyes to meet his for a brief moment but your gaze was met not by his cerulean tones, instead his irises were pitch black, seductively demonic and terrifyingly sinister at the same time. Avoiding their scorching stare, you closed your eyes to kiss him again.

Michael’s hand returned between your thighs and deftly slipped a soft finger through your folds, eliciting a gentle moan from the back of your throat. Returning his fingertip to your entrance, another digit joined it and coursed inside you, curling against your walls to make your hips follow their lead.

Michael grunted into your mouth as he retrieved his fingers, jealous of the warm arousal his fingers witnessed. Tracing his tongue across your teeth, you whimpered at the loss of his touch but replaced by the rustle of Michael setting himself free from his dress pants. You trailed a hand down his chest, making light work of his shirt buttons. Before you could reach his waistband, you felt the head of his cock tracing the outline of your folds, begging for permission to enter.

“Is this okay?” He asked politely as your teeth crashed together. His reconnection with the new Ms Mead skilfully reminded him of the basic courtesies he lost sight of on his sojourn, a time he never seemed comfortable to talk about with you. A time he would rather forget.

You hummed in agreement against his lips and hooked your legs around his waist, gently nudging him closer as his cock stretched your entrance. Slowly, carefully, respectfully.

Your moans drew out longer as he took his time pouring every inch of him inside you. He craved your response when he entered you, he thrived on the ecstasy your husband gave you.

Bottoming out in one smooth thrust, his hands shot up to the back of your neck to prize you from his lips. As you opened your eyes, you met his black pupils as they shot you a determined, ecstatic glare.

“Sell your soul to my father, please. We can live forever, together,” his syllables dragged as he thrust slowly into you.

You needed no persuasion, your mind was made up on the day you married the Antichrist, the only delay was the plans for the apocalypse had taken over. However, you weren’t prepared to let him think he won you over that easily, especially while his cock was urging at the entrance of your cervix.

“What is it with you and deep conversations while you’re balls deep inside me?” You quirked an eyebrow and he forced an aggressive thrust in response. Your back arched suddenly and your eyes retreated into the back of your head, the fast motion driving you closer to your orgasm than you expected so soon.

Protectively wrapping your arms around him and lightly digging your nails into his back, you pretended to need more time to think on his proposition but another sharp snap of his hips broke your facade.

“You realise I won’t let you cum until you agree, don’t you, my darling?” He raised his hand to your throat with a gentle yet purposeful squeeze on your airways while slowly pulling his cock back out of you until just the tip rested in your entrance. He knew from extensive experience that you couldn’t say no when he teased you like this.

“Fuck—ugh fuck, okay I will, now please Michael,” you pleaded weakly, trying to pull him back inside you but he placed a forceful palm on your chest in resistance.

“Say the words honey, say the words.” His black hole stare burned through your eyes into your soul as you rolled your eyes.

“Fine. Michael Langdon, I will sell my soul to Satan,” you breathed emphatically, digging your nails into his back harder.

Your eyes trailed down between your legs to make sure he kept his end of the deal. Sure enough, he poured every inch back inside your folds, meeting your wetness inside with a greedy moan escaping his lips. Gone was his sensual tempo, overtaken by a furious thrust that made his cock twitch as it explored inside you.

“Good girl,” he cooed into your open mouth while you caved into the burning inside you as he pounded you, the familiar dynamite that only Michael knew how to ignite.

“Cum for me, baby.”

Your back gave way and dropped you flat on your spine against the polished table, writhing and squirming as your release took hold of you. All your involuntary friction led Michael to pursue his own orgasm as his frenetic thrusts plowed into you, his tip crashing against your cervix with every motion.

Between both of your frantic moans and laboured breaths, a throat cleared uncomfortably behind you. 

Michael froze to the spot while you jerked back and strained to see through the stars dancing across your vision.

“Mr Manilow? You’re still in here?”

[k-liight]

it's been a hell of a long time since I did OC stuff, but here at last is my full cast for Warlock Enterprise! and by full cast, I mean all the characters that are at least somewhat important to the story. lmao there'll be other characters that are just kinda there for maybe like two seconds, and I may add more characters to the actual plot in the future lol. but this is everybody for now! I'm gonna ramble about them all like I usually do with my OCs so if you're interested keep reading dflfjbhgfdkgjs (also note that I made some major design changes to most of these characters LMAO)

Richard Duchaes is the confident dad who comes from a long line of demon hunters going way back into the early medieval times-- pretty much as far back as warlocks even existed in this universe! he can be quite goofy at times, but don't mess with him or his family unless you wanna see him go into angery papa bear attack mode. he's a very powerful warlock and wants his son Mason to even more powerful one day. he's very outgoing and supportive and likes to incorporate witty banter into his battles. Denise Duchaes is the sweet yet badass angel mom who can also be very goofy despite her magnificence. even around other transcendents, she'll keep in her human form, because her true angel form can be quite overwhelming. she's 90% pure light and can bend light rays at her will-- a master illusionist. when alone with her family, she'll carry herself in a dimmer form of her true self so as to not blind them-- that form is translucent and makes her look like wispy smoke. she's very protective of her children, but also likes to embarrass them both, as moms do, haha. Mason Duchaes is of course our hero, a young warlock who dreams of following in his fathers footsteps, but he's rather shy and a little bit behind in magical development. he has a degree of social anxiety making it hard for him to get comfortable around people, but he's very devoted to his family and very protective of his little sister Kalisha. he's down-to-earth and no-nonsense, but he knows how to have fun and it's very easy to make him laugh. he might get insecure of himself at times, but he's very determined to achieve his goals no matter how long it takes. he's more of a left-brain thinker, very logical in what he does and is able to make calculated decisions quickly. Kalisha Duchaes is Mason's adoptive younger sister who's extremely excitable and energetic to the point where she innocently thinks being in danger is fun. she's kind of a mystery baby, her transcendency is unclear and her parents have no idea where she came from. she was found in the woods at a mere three years old and the only thing she remembered was her own first name, and when Richard and Denise couldn't find her birth family, they took her into theirs. now, Kalisha is happy with her family and is eager to join them in the long line of demon hunters. she's quite pugnacious and enjoys fighting demons. she's a tough little rascal that gets right back up when she's knocked down. Amy Stilton is Mason's best friend and magic partner who's also here for a good time and has the unique ability to telepathically communicate with animals. Mason's parents discover that Amy is half-transcendent and half-banal, which is a big no-no in transcendent code of conduct. she also has no idea who her own father is, leading them to believe that her father is/was a transcendent who broke the rules. similar to Kalisha, her transcendency is unclear, so after Mason partners with her and dubs her an "honorary warlock", Richard and Denise set out to solve her origin mystery. she has ADHD and is thus a very creative right-brain thinker to balance Mason's logical demeanor. she's very energetic and emotional, and while she gets easily scared fighting demons, she can channel that fear into good fighting tactics. Sasha Stilton is Amy's aloof and standoff-ish mother who only shows her emotions when she wants to. she's rather trashy and sleazy, but she's also very mysterious in her ways. she smokes a lot a wears too much jewelry and makeup, but she's sympathetic as a minimum-wage worker and single mom. she seems cold at times, but she has instilled a great sense of responsibility in Amy. Maureen Burgstaller is Amy's best friend alongside Mason and also doubles as her school tutor. she's very smart and academic, but she's also sporty and loves working out in her free time. she's a star student and a loyal friend who has known Amy since they were knee-high to a grasshopper and helps her work with her ADHD. she's great with kids and wants to be a teacher one day. Edward Copperton is a wise and friendly old chap who's still very strong for his age and owns the local transcendent tavern, The Waning Gibbous, as well as the head of the area's Warlock Enterprise (which is where the name of the story comes from hollaaaaaa). he exudes kind grandfather vibes and shares mutual respect with Richard and his family. he's very fond of Mason and Kalisha and becomes a sort of mentor to them both. he's been worn down from years, no, decades, of fighting physical and emotional battles, but he is able to take something good from all of his experiences. he's rather prophetic due to his age, but never overbearing. Lucy is a bubbly and cheerful witch who loves good times and all things cute. she's extremely friendly and devotes herself and her magic to helping others. she herself is very cutesy and takes pride in being girly and powerful both. her magic is strong, but her passion is even stronger, and she can cast complicated spells with ease. Lora is Lucy's dark, evil twin sister who is much more stoic and unfeeling than her other half. she frequently teams with demons to get what she wants, but she doesn't strike a fair bargain and is very selfish even to them. despite her cruel nature, Lucy holds no hard feelings towards her. Quentin is an evil warlock and Richard's arch-nemesis since high school. he's very cocky and outgoing, and almost campy in his speech, but paring that with the many lives he's taken makes him all the more twisted. he's over-confident and has a dark sense of humor. he's very violent, but doesn't like getting his hands too dirty, though he just loves pissing Richard off. Kyle is a lowly demon and Quentin's acolyte/scapegoat. he's practically a slave to the evil warlock and is far too weak to rebel against him. he's extremely shy and unsure for a demon, and doesn't even like too much violence. he has a Stockholm syndrome towards Quentin because he believes he's the only one who sees the demon's potential. Grent is a smaller but much stronger demon who frequently annoys the other villains, intentional or not. he's incredibly obnoxious and doesn't seem to know when to shut up, which frequently gets him in trouble (not that he'll ever learn his lesson). while he is powerful, he tends to overshot himself, especially if it's to impress a clearly uninterested woman. he's obsessed with jazz music and thinks he's hot shit, but he's really not. Lady Ultimatum is a rouge vampire who feeds off others' fear. she has built her entire identity to being as terrifying as possible, and loves scaring people into eventually letting her get her way. she's a gambler, but she doesn't play fair at all. if she tries to strike an unfair "bargain" with you, you can turn her down, but over time, you'll be tormented in your nightmares by all your worst fears and eventually become so paranoid that you give in and accept her offer just to make it all stop. she's highly feared and loves every drop of it. Felix is a Norwegian hudrekall who works as a bartender/waiter at the Waning Gibbous tavern. he's very soft-spoken, but is also quite a flirt, and always pays a compliment where he can even when he's not flirting. nearly everyone is attracted to him and he knows it, but he doesn't let it get to his head and is very humble about it. he's sweet and soft, but he definitely has a mischievous side as well. Ildiko is a female warlock of Hungarian descent and Lucy's girlfriend. she's much more intimidating and less bubbly than her beloved, but she's very much a gentlewoman. she's been through a hell of a lot and has the battle scars to show it, plus the horrific marks of a severe burn to her lower face and upper torso which she covers. she's tough as nails and doesn't fuck around, making her well-respected in the Enterprise. and last but not least, Uriah is a new character added to the line-up; he's fun-loving twenty-something warlock who uses his magic in very creative ways. he has a natural ear for music, and likes to use soundwaves from his mixtapes to his advantage. sometimes he can be a bit naive, but he's still a valuable member of the Enterprise. he quickly befriends Mason and becomes like the brother he never had. damn, it took me like two hours just to type up this description XD but I think that's it for now! hopefully I can get back into the swing of OC stuff, especially for this story flbfjgkljds

[dailyexo]

[NEWS] Baekhyun - 190310 Allure: “How EXO's Baekhyun Put His Identity into Privé Alliance”

"Allure's Devon Abelman sat down with the K-pop star during his first-ever solo appearance in the U.S to discuss how he defines beauty and style on his own terms.

BY DEVON ABELMAN

If I didn't know who Baekhyun was before meeting him in February, I would have thought he was just a random handsome dude I met at a nightclub while on vacation in Los Angeles.

As he politely tells a roving cater waiter offering us mini cannolis, "No thank you," I find myself believing that Baekhyun truly is that guy. I'm fully aware of his claim to fame, but he doesn't look or act the part. For starters, Baekhyun's lids aren't defined with expertly blended smoky eyes, and his lips aren't stained with a raspberry lip tint. Those tell-tale signs of a man with his job description are noticeably missing. Not a single stroke of eyeliner or fleck of glitter is in sight, either (honestly, to my dismay). A part of me hoped we'd bond over our eye makeup.

Makeup aside, Baekhyun carries himself with a quiet confidence that is so unassuming that he seems weirdly familiar and incredibly normal compared to the influencers, actors, and singers milling around us in the private VIP area. He never acts like he's better or more important than any other person there. Instead, he has the affability of the construction worker who waves to me every morning on my way to work rather than the larger-than-life bearing of a superstar from Seoul who effortlessly hits high notes while simultaneously performing powerful choreography. During our interview, I felt like I should ask him about his dog instead of his skin-care routine. If I didn't know who Baekhyun was, I would have wondered why I was interviewing him for Allure at all.

Baekhyun's wavy hair reminds me why this article exists on the Internet and not solely as a story I recount to my friends over text messages. Parted in the middle and styled to have a wet look, his auburn ends are relics of internationally beloved K-pop group EXO's most recent concept. His hair, for all intents and purposes, is the reason why we ended up sitting together in a cushy booth in the back corner of the dimly lit VIP section of a club on a Tuesday night. Trust me, neither of us frequent this fine L.A. establishment, located next to the Museum of Death. You won't even catch me in a club when I'm at home in Brooklyn. To put it bluntly, I'm only in this club talking to a nice guy because he's a member of EXO.

The EXO Connection

If this is your introduction to Baekhyun, please know that EXO is a Big Deal. Among their long list of awards and chart-topping accomplishments, the nine-member group performed at the 2018 Pyeongchang Olympics and has racked up more than 100 million views on each of their music videos on YouTube.

By extension, Baekhyun — full name Byun Baekhyun, age 26 — is a Big Deal, too. In addition to being a talented performer with 14.5 million Instagram followers, his bright dye jobs, innovative hairstyles, and experimental eye makeup have sparked beauty trends in K-pop since EXO debuted in 2012. You can, more or less, blame him for the influx of mullets and red-streaked black hair among other idols and thank him for the proliferation of red eye shadow. No matter how controversial or dramatic the looks Baekhyun tries are, he always pulls them off with ease and joviality.

Back to Baekhyun's auburn hair, though. Like most K-pop stars, he constantly undergoes vibrant dye jobs in hues, like pink, silver, and platinum, to fit the group's concepts. For "Love Shot," EXO's latest music video, he paired his newly burgundy hair with a glimmering eye shadow of the same shade and sooty black liner. Now his look is an extremely streamlined version of this.

His current lack of makeup may be a stark contrast from the bold eye looks he typically wears onstage and in music videos, but his skin is just as dewy as ever with the help of a nearly undetectable layer of foundation. His brows are probably lightly filled in, too, but I could be reaching. If anything, Baekhyun's wearing the standard amount of makeup for celebrity men. Just enough to amplify his glow, not enough to make a statement.

Baekhyun's glow is due in part to a consistent regimen; he lists toner, lotion, and moisturizer as the official order. But how many times do you wash your face, I ask, causing a couple of people in the human bubble of managers, publicists, and security guards surrounding us to laugh. Baekhyun ignores their snickers and answers, "Two," in English. (That's right, double cleansing is no laughing matter.) "If I wash my face too many times, I get skin troubles," he adds.

Baekhyun says he hasn't changed up the steps of his skin-care routine in L.A., or ramped up the number of sheet masks he uses. With EXO constantly traveling for concerts and events, "My skin gets used to the environment," he says. "So wherever I am, I use the same skin-care routine."

The Privé Connection

In hindsight, I should have anticipated Baekhyun would present himself in this low-key manner for his first-ever solo appearance in the U.S. In Privé campaigns, he's usually seen as he is now: natural, casual, effortlessly cool. His makeup is minimal; his natural-colored hair looks like all he did was run his hand through it; his outfits are sleek. With all this in mind, I ask him if he could dye his hair any color for the next campaign, what would it be.

How did I end up interviewing Baekhyun in a club, you ask? Let's go back to May 2018. Baekhyun made it onto Vogue's home page when he was named the co-creative director of streetwear brand Privé Alliance. Alongside Danyl Geneciran, the brand's CEO, Baekhyun helps create pieces that "put highlights on the basics," Baekhyun explains to me. He later reveals that he's surprised that almost all of his ideas have been executed.

My favorite part of Privé is how its offerings have a certain fluidity to them, much like Baekhyun's onstage persona. None of Privé's shirts, jackets, and bags are confined to overtly masculine or feminine silhouettes, and the same designs are available for men and women. "It's very important to have everyone be able to wear the clothes comfortably," Baekhyun explains. "Without any official communication, we agreed that [Privé Alliance] is going to be unisex."

With the newest Privé Alliance collection launching in April, the brand invited the public to join Baekhyun for a fashion presentation. The location: the very club we are sitting in. Although he doesn't act like he is (he kept to himself for most of the event), Baekhyun is undoubtedly the center of attention. He is the reason the floor below us is with filled with people from all over the world. Everyone's here to see Baekhyun, not the latest Privé pieces.

The Identity Connection

This is the only question Baekhyun doesn't answer concisely and without hesitation. "I don't know," he says in English. After taking a couple of seconds to think about it, he adds in Korean, "I love the black," adding "simple" in English.

This single word — simple — perfectly mirrors Baekhyun's personal aesthetic. "Basics, but with many little details," he explains. "It’s like you just came out of your house, but it’s still cool." In other words, he's the epitome of "Oh, this old thing? I just threw it on." I ask if he prefers to keep his hair and makeup natural and low-key, too, and he quickly replies, "yes, yes," in Korean.

The fact that Prive's aesthetic is similar to Baekhyun's is intentional. "I put my identity and myself into this collection," he tells me, echoing a line he shared when he made a brief appearance onstage before the fashion presentation commenced. The theme of the collection was his birth year, 1992, with zip-up corduroy jackets and hoodies adorned with '92 in big text.

Another adage he repeats throughout the night is, "Be brave. Be humble." The same words are printed all over the collared white satin shirt he's wearing, layered under a similar navy blue one. After the event, I saw people saying the look recalled EXO's "Lotto" era, back in 2016 when his hair was styled in a similar way and he wore collared shirts with several of the top buttons undone and silver necklaces. Onyx shadow was blended all over his lids back then, though. Fans likened Baekhyun's look that night to a mafia boss. (Seeing those tweets made me laugh, because his charm is far from disarming.) But for Baekhyun, his outfit is more a matter of comfort. "I like how silky it feels," he says. I go on to compare it to pajamas, which makes him chuckle.

Baekhyun doesn't ignore the fact that he typically presents himself with intricate details. Performing, he points out, is his go-to form of self-expression, outside of working with Privé. And let's be real, Baekhyun's performances, which ooze confidence and allure, wouldn't be the same without his stunning hair and makeup.

To borrow a word from Baekhyun, identity — and the way we present ourselves — isn't fixed. For example, the way my best friend describes my identity could be strikingly different from the way my sisters would. The way I dress when I'm going to get a bagel on a Saturday morning (track pants and a T-shirt) is different from how I dress for work (vintage floral dresses) or an event like this (a blue-and-white plaid suit). The way I do my colorful makeup is also evolving, too.

We often see K-pop stars in narrow, controlled situations, though, so we know and define them according to what we're able to see. I'm as guilty of this as the next person, i.e., assuming Baekeyun would show up with eyeliner as bold as my own. When you take a K-pop star out of a K-pop setting, a different side of them is revealed. They no longer have to adhere to a group aesthetic, just their own. We get a glimpse of Baekhyun's at the airport and in the selfies he posts on Instagram, but Privé Alliance has given him a platform to truly show his identity on his own terms.

At that club, I felt like I was being introduced to Baekhyun all over again. Back when I watched EXO's music video for "Monster" the first time, I saw him as part of a carefully crafted package; the second time, I saw him the way he sees himself."

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Credit: Allure.