#attire • a little bit outdated.

[guscaldwcll]

tag drop!

[the-main-idiot]

my chnt swap AU will now be called

camp this and that

idea originally provided by @fall3nash2339

all info about characters+ art links under cut😋😋!!

(NEWWER DESIGNS WILL COME SOON, ALL OF THESE ARE FROM A SLIGHTLY OUTDATED STYLE)

all the characters have the same physical appearance (except for sydney), personalities and roles are changed

the nurses~

head nurse: Elijah Volkov, he makes all the announcements, and is mentally decaying. Boy oh boy, is he quite the man. Silly little bpd man, collected mental illness like Pokémon. But he's caring, and will do just about anything in his power to help the campers out when needed. He has a knack for elephants, likes sharing fun facts, not only about elephants but anything and everything. No filter😋 if he's thinking it, he'll say it, obviously nothing bad will come of that. Trust issues, yummy.

assistant nurse: Adam Uptin, always carrying snacks with him, he can get you to share how your parents wronged you then shove a bag of skittles in your hand and walk away. Adam isn't a fan of leaving the nurses cabin, let alone his side office, something about being a vampire and ""ahhhh the suns"",,etc etc. Although, you can lore him outside with some sunscreen, an umbrella, and an apple.

camp counselors (all camps stay the same)

Cabin Dung Beetle: Juniper Sloan. long neck, dirty blonde. British man, he's scared of the water (blah blah blah "i'm experiencing the past, present, and future all at once and i can't breathe." yadda yadda yadda) besides the meltdowns and break downs, he's pretty silly

Cabin Grasshopper : Marisol Yuchengco, 👁️dresses in gothic attire, but she's one of the most understating counselors you'll ever meet. Salem de La Marnierre, 👁️scene kid vibes, lowkey really chill though. The two are dating<3 (basically just the same as chnt, just,,, ya'know,, swapped.)

Cabin Magpie Moth: Rowan Chow, the goofiest mother fucker in the entire camp. He can actually produce sound effects, he doesnt choose them or when they happen, that's up to the universe, they just come from his general area. This man runs off of actual cartoon logic, dont question it.<3

Cabin Silkworm: Yvonne Marley, femcel. That is truly all i have to say about her. She pull's misinformation straight from the internet and spreads it like mold on moist bread. Joshua MacHeath, tictok eboy, he can make a killer flower necklace though. Joshua will sit with the kids who can't/won't participate in certain camp activities and teach them how to make bracelets out of, well, anything and everything!

Cabin Tarantula Hawk: Lucille Bertuccelli,👁️ she's an older counselor, a sweetheart though. Not only does she keep cabin tarantula hawk up am running, but she also is in charge of the arts and crafts cabin! Gracie Liu (👁️lowkey, i forgot gracie liu existed, so all of her color are just inverted. no matter how you picture her in ur brain, just invert the colors)

Cabin Ladybug : Soren Baltimore, 👁️a bit of a quiet lad, it wears a cape given to it by fennel. soren wears pants that are cover completely in pockets, those pockets are practically infinite, anything you can imagine, soren has it in its pockets. Fennel Marlborough, 👁️our favorite camp taxidermist (don't tell anyone) they have the art of life preservation down to a tea, now if they can only get em to start moving again. soren and fennel are tightly nit, they made up two languages, one between only them and the other for the entire cabin.

Cabin Widow-spider: Matthew Napoleon, 👁️he is the void, don't be scared of him just based on looks though. Matthew will teach you about things you thought you knew (you didn't). Because matthew cant actually talk, due to all that void, he communicates in a fun mixture of sign language, charades, and various static esc noises. Matthew is also involved, if not running, most water based activities (and sometimes juno+mila helps out around the cabin)

the cafeteria: Mila Alcorn 👁️and Juno Matsouka, 👁️i say "and" instead of giving the two separate descriptions because they are inseparable, trust me, i've tried. these two fish folk work together in the kitchen to provide food for all the campers at camp this and that. Practically gourmet chefs, these two are quite creative. Even though there's two of them, you'll never have to worry about chaos in the kitchen, mila and juno always compromise with each other, causing for some never before tasted flavors

special doodads

head of camp: Warren Earthman,👁️ he's a, stern, tired, grumpy, old man. also the walls in are covered with different brands and types of chainsaws. beside the threatening aspects of him, he also openly picks favorites and doesn't listen to anything that doesn't openly concern him or the government.

the rot: Sydney October Sargent, a weird rotting man who lives in the woods surrounding the camp. Don't get to close to him without a gas mask, please, the spores that emanate off of him are damn near hallucinogenic. Besides the skin falling off his bones, the various species of bugs living within him, and all the mushrooms/fungus living from his decomposing self, he's almost harmless. I mean, he's in shambles, a corpse who just won't let go, just try not to breathe near him.

Martime: Jedidiah A.M. Martime, a man who keep appearing in my dreams, I don't have dreams often, why is here, in color no less. this annoying, clock obsessed, not even real, man keeps trying to tell me that he's "here for you," and "it's ok, you can take a brake, you have enough time." what that man needs to do is pipe down and accept the fact he doesn't even exist in the physical plane.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unsolicited 1

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, more dark elements to come.

Wouldn't mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

The glass cases and sparkling gems contrast your unbelonging as you step through the elaborately decorated entry. Your imposter syndrome nips at your neck as you twist the strap of your purse, the brown leather faded and cracked.

You swallow and look around. Unlike the rest of the mall, the shop is mellow and nearly empty.

You pick at your wooly cuff poking out from under your puffer coat. You go to the counter where a woman in a black turtleneck dress smiles flirtily at another customer. He looks like he belongs, though you're not a fan of the mustache. He chuckles as she helps clip a gold watch around his wrist.

"Does it bring out my eyes?" He kids as he puts his arm straight and pushes his shoulders back.

"They don't need help," the associate, her name, Kelsey, etched on her silver name tag, "it suits you."

"Mm, sure, you're not just saying that for the commission, are you?" He holds out his arm for her to unclasp the watch, his dark jacket is no doubt designer, if not tailored to his tapered torso.

You tune out their back and forth, the superficial exchange only adding to your displacement. You have a budget and a mission. You want to be in and out before you can dwell on everything you can't afford.

You peer through the glass at the Rolexes, casios, and Tom Ford pieces. Your eyes wander, looking for another employee to fetch your purchase. You don't want it to sell before you can get your hands on it. The silver watch with the sapphire face is exactly like the picture saved on your phone.

You lean forward trying to see behind the tall counter then pace to the corner and around the rear of the store. There is only the security guard at the door, watching shoppers mill by. You go back to the front where the customer continues his playful tet-a-tet.

You sigh and cross your arms, heat gathering in your thick coat. Your scalp speckles damply and you sway as your patience dwindles. The man browses the cufflinks as he asks advice on style.

"Ahem," you swallow your reticence at last, "sorry to interrupt–"

"And yet you did," the man retorts, "you can wait your turn." His sneer is derisive as he takes you in, head to toe, almost revolted by your dumpy attire. "That is if you can afford it."

"Excuse me, I…" your voice crackles and you shrug away the insult, "I'm sorry, just, when you have a moment."

You step away and drop your arms as you pretend to look at the earrings. The man scoffs and the associate gives a tinkly giggle.

"You know what would look good on you," the man says as you look out through the open wall into the mall, "pearls."

"Pearls?" Kelsey preens.

"Oh, yes, a nice little necklace around that pretty neck," he intones.

"I don't know, aren't pearls kind of… outdated?"

"Not the ones I have in mind."

You cringe at his entendre and roll your eyes. You should just leave. You really don't have the money. A year of scrimping and saving and for what? Colin doesn't care if you give him gold or a card, he's just happy with whatever.

Still, he deserves it. You just want him to feel special. For one day. To feel like he didn't settle, like maybe, he got the prize.

"You hold onto those for me, sweetheart," the man's voice carries in the vacant shop, "I'm gonna have a look at the tie pins."

You turn your head to watch his figure from the corner of your eye. He sidles around the other side of the store and you spin around. You go to the counter as Kelsey puts away a tray of cufflinks.

"Hi, yeah, if you don't mind I wanted this silver watch," you point over to where you found it.

"Sure, sorry about the wait. We're a bit short staffed at the moment," she smiles, "um, which one was it?"

"This one," you shift over and point over it, "with the blue."

She takes out the watch and brings it onto the counter. "Is it for someone special?"

"My husband," you smile, "he needs a new one. He got a new job so…"

"Oh, how exciting, is this the one then?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"And were you interested in the insurance plan? It includes free cleaning and battery replacement."

"Hm, how much would that be?"

"For this price range, an extra one-thirty."

"Oh," you can't hold back the impact of the number, "um, what's the total for just the watch?"

You hear a snicker and a shadow blurs in your peripheral. Kelsey goes to the till and you move along to stand across from her. The taxes are more than you expect.

"There's a Wal-Mart down the road," the man mocks as he leans on the glass, "think they might be more in your range."

You don't acknowledge him, merely biting down. What an asshole.

"I'll take the insurance, am I able to split the transaction?"

"Sure thing, how do we want to split it?"

"I'll pay for the watch in cash and the rest credit."

You put your purse on the counter and search through your clutter of receipts for your ziploc of bills. You peel open the top and start to count through the twenties, tens, fives, and hundreds, apologising for it as you do.

"You could have a good time down at the strip joint," the stranger comes closer and you turn slightly as you try to block him out. "Aw, baby, am I hurting your feelings? Maybe you could take that money and get a manicure instead? Or sort out that rat's nest."

"What do you want?" You slam down your hand as you lose count.

He smirks as you meet his eyes, bold and sparkling with amusement, "that."

"Leave me alone," you start over, frazzled as a few bills slip and flutter down to the floor. You bend to pick them up and grit your teeth as you resume your count.

"It's okay," Kelsey says, "I'll count."

You look at her and nod, pushing over the loose money and the ziplock. You take out your wallet and slide free your credit card, for emergencies only.

You wait as the man lingers closer. You wince as you feel him touch your hood and you pull away from him.

"Don't touch me. What are you doing?"

"Sir," Kelsey says as she puts the cash in her till, "please, I–"

"Mind your business," he snaps and keeps his eyes on you, "I'm just tryna figure who would marry… you?"

"Credit," you say to Kelsey as you motion with your card. She hits a button and you swipe.

"No wonder you're splurging, gotta keep him around somehow."

You key in your code and submit payment. You shakily place the card in your wallet and pack up your purse as Kelsey closes the watch box and slips it in an ivory paper bag. She tears off your receipt and staples it to the warranty.

"You gonna cry for me? Hm? Or maybe you can go home to the old man and tell him another guy actually noticed your fat ass–"

"Shut up." You snap as you swipe the bag off the counter, "I told you to leave me alone."

"Just one tear for me," he steps closer.

"Sir, please, I'll have to call security," Kelsey warns.

"You won't. I'm about to drop a month's worth of sales on you so you'll sit pretty and wait for me, dolly."

She flinches and curls her lip, fighting against her customer service smile.

"It's fine," you wave her off, "I'm leaving."

"Tell daddy you need a good fucking to get that stick out your ass," the stranger snorts after you, "if he can even find a hole."

You steam and puff your chest as you pass into the mall. Your lashes flick as your eyes sear. Just your fucking luck to run into the biggest douchebag in the place.

[radiant-reid]

tbh what do you think spencers wedding attire would be like.. and would he follow like. traditional stuff like not seeing the bride until the ceremony, or would he like to do a first look?? his reaction to the reader in their outfit has me in a chokehold 🫶🫶🫶

*sighs* i love thinking about a wedding with him

attire:

he looks good in every color, let's be honest

^^ this is what i think. i think a tux because it's sleek, formal, and hot Plus he wears a suit and tie most days so he'd want to be in something extra

but he's a little quirky so i think it would be a Spencer move to have his suit jacket lined with some sort of fabric design, like something that matches the theme colors

Traditions

i think mostly traditional, like he's not going to have a Shrek-themed wedding but he also won't be super controlling with people dying or cutting their hair. a happy medium

kids: yes, and Henry's his ring bearer

first look: yes, because he wants it to be just the two of you for a little bit since it's your day which really ends up being everyone else's day. still, he cries once again when you walk down the isle

dad handing you off: indifferent. kind of outdated but if you wanted something more traditional, he's not going to tell you no. both walking in at the same time is cute though

cellphone free ceremony: it is the BAU but they also get that someone's phone ringing would ruin the ceremony. and for everyone else, those pictures your grandma takes with her 2002 flip phone are never as good as professional ones (no offense to your grandma <3)

videographer: yes, yes, yes, he'd love getting to see the night again and again

NO GARTER TOSS!!! never ever ever. your parents/friends/the bau/his godsons do not want to see him up your skirt and then throwing it to some random guy ?? not happening

but there's something cute and different that sets it apart from a standard wedding

[crxshed-skxlls]

Hello best friend, please do nurse Ann or judge angels. I will reward you with a cookie that is totally not poisoned 🍪

Hey there! I'll gladly take you on the offer of a Nurse Ann fic. Your sins are my command 🙏

— ❝ Treatment Plan

Nurse Ann x Male!reader

Word count: 1k+

Plot: After you had fallen ill, you had decided to go to a cheap rundown hospital to help you. Little did you know your nurse is willing to do a little extra in helping you...

NSFW tags: Blowjob, throatfucking, dubcon, dubious dynamic (paitent x nurse), titjobs, hairpulling kink, dacryphilia, p-n-v sex

NOTE: I have gotten numerous requests for this one; so I hope this is good for the two whom requested Nurse Ann from me. Viewer discretion is advised.

You were surprised at how well the office looked for something so rundown and dingy on the outside. Though the dainty, old curtains were yellowed in old age and the medical equipment was definitely outdated. The bed you sat on seemed rustic, the old white metal tarnished with the corrupt look of rust. Your head spun as you groaned, feeling a little lightheaded from your small cold you had. You feel yourself slouch in your place before hearing the click of the door, a young woman steps in. You feel your gut twist as you examine her features. She looked almost undead, like a zombie…

She was adorned with a black leather nurse outfit that fit snug against her grey feminine complexion, her long hair covering one half of her face. The outfit fits snug, ending at the upper thighs. She wore a black mask with the red medical symbol on it, but you couldn't get over the stitched pattern of her legs. You see her eyes gleam with a respected shyness, a caring voice soon popping up from her mask. You snap into reality as you maintain a little eye contact with her. Though you couldn't help but notice the small window of a popped button on her outfit. It was revealing enough to hint her large chest enclosed under the leather attire.

" Good afternoon, I'm Nurse Ann. How are you feeling today? "

" Uhm.. I have a small cold I came here for. "

You gulp, your throat bobbing as she listens to you carefully. Something was just so alluring to the strange nurse. The way her voice dripped with an unfamiliar honey, her delicate eyes lay upon your eyes. She soon walks closer, making your breath hitch as she brushes her thumb against your soft lips. You feel a warm pool cover your aching body as you watched with a little anticipation.

" Open your mouth for me, Dear. "

The nurse muses, in which you obliged. You open your mouth as you feel a thermometer placed under your tongue. You redden in a bit of embarrassment of your awkward hard on appearing, the blood rushing to your groin. You could only hope that this attractive nurse didn't notice your other problem. The thermometer snaps you out of your fantasies as it beeps, and the pretty nurse checks the temperature. Her eye narrow in a concerned way.

" Oh my.. Your temperature is perfectly fine, but you're so red. Is something the matter? "

" U- uhm– I had a.. "

You feel yourself sputtering out an explanation before Nurse Ann's attention gazes downward. You hold your breath as her eye widen at the realization of the situation. Her demeanor changes as she walks over to a little rusty tray to put the thermometer in. Your Adam's apple bobbed as you swallow dryly. You soon examine Nurse Ann as she walks over to you, the soft mismatched pieces of her soft skin gleamed in the yellowed lighting. You watch and feel as Nurse Ann's hands brush up your upper thigh, her eyes attentive on your figure as she watches you tense.

" Oh dear, you seem so tense.. "

" E– excuse me? "

You pipe up as Nurse Ann squeezes your thighs, causing a small moan to drip out of you. Your cock was throbbing at this point, aching with want and need. Your head spun with a sickness, your body more sensitive as it fights off the cold you have. Nurse Ann's eye was lit aflame, adorned with a new emotion in her eye. Compassion and lust flow through her as she watches you try and keep your moans to yourself as she squeezed and roamed around your thighs.

" Let me help you.. You are my patient after all, right? "

" Uhm– Yes ma'am. "

" So polite~ "

The nurse cooed in her soft voice. You feel arousal pool in as the kind lady takes off her mask, revealing her more undead features. Her mouth had a small gash, letting you observe the inside of her mouth. You gasp as you feel cold lips press against yours, Nurse Ann's hands moving up underneath your shirt to your torso. You moan in the kiss, letting her slick tongue enter your mouth. Your hands place themselves on the nurse's shoulders, her soft hands rubbing your waist as she makes out with you. You timidly find your hands to Nurse Ann's outfit, unbuttoning one of the top buttons. You feel her hum into the kiss as your hands move downward to her breasts, causing her to break the kiss. She let's out a small moan as you squeeze her clothes chest, her eyes beaming with want.

" You must really – like them huh? " 

" I do ma'am.. "

You breathe, only for her to place your hands on your lap. You bite your lip as the Nurse unbuttoned some more of her outfit, the buttons making a soft click each time. It wasn't long before you could see her lovely exposed boobs. She gave you a lovely show, presenting her chest to you. Her delicate buds shaped her round mounds of flesh perfectly, though you had to admit she seemed pretty timid about it. It wasn't a long time before her voice breaks the sexually tense silence.

" Would you mind taking off your pants, pretty boy? "

The pet name rang in your ears as you nodded in compliance. You get off the hospital table, attempting to take off your belt. You feel hot again as you pull down your undergarments and all, letting your dick spring out of their clothed cage. You could tell Nurse Ann's mouth watered at the size, slowly pushing you back onto the rustic table. She leans downward, retaining eye contact as licked a small stripe down the underside of your cock. You let out a moan, shivering as she continues. 

Her hand presses against your shaft as she pulls down your foreskin, pressing her wet tongue against your neglected head. You let yourself relax, moans and groans slip out of you. Your hand entangled itself with Nurse Ann's hair, watching as she swallows your cock farther down her mouth. You feel her tight mouth as she takes all of you inside of her mouth, making you feel her slick throat. She moans against your cock as your hand grips her hair, making her gag slightly against your shaft. 

She soon comes back up though, her mouth leaving your wet dick with a slick pop. You soon watch as she places her breasts between your cock, the soft flesh capturing your sensitive member. You moan as she lifts her breasts up and down on your cock, letting her lips rest on the head of your penis. Shameless moans and hitched breaths fill the room as you buck your hips into the wet and tight mass, her mouth taking your pretty dick so well. She continues to let you use her breasts, her mouth trailing down your shaft with hunger. 

You feel a knot in your stomach as you chase your high, soon abruptly getting up. Nurse Ann gasps as you thrust your dick deeper into her mouth, hitting a couple inches down her throat. You feel her hands grasp onto your thighs for support, tears welling up in her eye as you facefuck her throat. You observe her pitiful gags and tears, spurring you on a light headed tension inside of you. Nurse Ann let's you fuck her mouth, watching your dilated eyes bore into her. 

You feel the knot inside of you constrict, causing you to sputter onward as beads of sweat accumulate across your body. It was then you let a couple more thrusts in before you jam yourself as far as you could into the nurse's mouth, making her gag as white ropes leap from your twitching dick. You groan as you feel yourself relieved, the feeling of a light headed release was orgasmic. You soon let Nurse Ann go, slipping your now wet cock out of her pretty mouth. She coughed and sputtered as she swallowed most of your seed. 

It was only then you picked Nurse Ann up by the hair, causing her to gasp as you bend her delicious body over the table behind you. She squirms in a little hit of confusion, a doe eyed look crosses her face as she turns to look at you. You keep her locked in place as your hand slides her leather outfit up slightly.

" Wha– What are you– "

" Thought I'd leave a tip for your treatment. "

You state with a certain lust, your hand gliding over her black, wet panties. You feel her quiver and moan as you move her underwear to the side. You groan as you get hard, watching her undead pussy clench onto nothing. You aim your dick to her entrance, slipping your sensitive head into her. She meals out as you thrust into her with one push, the hilt of your pelvis hitting her plush ass. You hear her angelic moans as she adjusts to your length, the slick slapping sounds filling the room as you slam into her. 

You can feel the tip of your dick hit her cervix, making her claw at the table with louder moans. She shamelessly moans and mewls as you pound her pussy, twinges of pleasure run as your balls slapping against her swollen clit. You abuse her poor vagina, her walls clench to your twitching member as you chase your high. Pants, moans, and sweat fill the humid office as you both chase your highs. It wasn't too long until you felt your stomach knot up again, each pretty sound coming from the nurse eggs you on more. 

You soon feel her spasm, babbles of incoherent words spill from her as she trembles and finds her release. You continue to mercilessly pound into her before you snap like a rubber band, pulling out and cumming all across her thighs and legs. You both pant and catch your breath, Nurse Ann's legs quivering as she comes down from her high, panting as she struggles to stabilize herself. You watch as she arises, straightening her posture as she buttons her outfit back up. She them turns to you, a shy smile on her face.

" I'm glad you like the service Darling… "

" Don't mention it ma'am. It was a pleasure to be treated by you. "

You smile, putting up your pants. As you take a moment to clean up, your on your way back home. One vague thought telling you that you need to go there more often to see that "Nurse Ann" again.

[misscammiedawn]

Charmed! Recap Day 3 (Friday)

As before all stories and name drops are done with consent.

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 (You're reading it) Day 4 Day 5

I woke up and got myself quickly ready. Today was Presence Class Day! I needed to get SUITED because I wanted to be SPECTACULAR…

Do you think I succeeded?

Charmed! Outfit 3: The Dazzling Miss Dawn's Sleazy Vegas Magician look.

For when a Fae needs to teach a class in a few hours and found out it *is* in fact being streamed for Zoom audiences.

While getting dressed I discovered Precious was in fact just hiding under my outfits.

It was time for Daja to get dressed too and—

This was also pre-negotiated before the con!

With a finger to her forehead, she was compelled to get dressed in the outfit that she had packed for the day and forgot about.

And thus Miss Dawn’s lovely assistant was ready to be shown off… after a few classes.

The first of which was Nath’s consent class. - Though on the way to the class we bumped into a certain member of the community who was absolutely *stunned* by my attire. He said that there are three things he finds hot. British ladies, red heads and women in suits.

I am still not used to the sheer gender euphoria of overtly and only being regarded as a woman these days. That would not have happened at my last visit to Charmed!

I’m a butterfly. I’ve escaped my chrysalis. I’m gorgeous now. My admirer is very good people and he and Mazirian are the only two guys (I am not in a relationship with, anyway) in the whole community I am convinced actually find me physically attractive. I am sure that number is higher, but my brain cannot deny. It tries. It fails. Those interactions were sought by them, unprompted and sincere.

Hell, to give this new compliment some credit, the one being kind wasn't even fixing to have a scene with me.

Sadly we couldn’t stay and chat and my silly brain’s snark would have to wait for another opportunity to brat at me for having a brief moment of bliss; if you’ve ever had a brain before you may be aware of how it attempts to prevent those bright and positive moments from being accepted. Luckily, I am getting better about these things <3

First (non-PreCon) class was starting!

Daja and I sat in the front row for support and the room had a modest attendance for a 10am class. Though the intelligence play audience next door were far more charged, which meant both Daja and Nath had to deal with an abundance of distracting noise.

As expected from the Discord, a certain person showed up to the class. This person had been a big source of discussion on the Charmed Discord before the event. He came from the perspective of a street hypnotist and his consent models were outdated.

(Camden edit: This person has been banned from the event)

To his credit, he showed up and attended the class. It’s a little exhausting for the community to act as educator to a person who was not really making the leap to understanding.

But his question in the class, though misguided, was not in bad faith and my trust of him went up a little bit. Not enough to approach or anything, but enough to not fear or snark.

During the lesson I asked Nath to illustrate the differences and pros/cons of Informed and Emotional Consent. Bit of a softball there but I am legitimately interested in that info.

Also Nath elucidated upon her fetish for hypnosis being inherently sexual and that she is incapable of separating hypnosis from erotic intimacy. That the act in of itself is a sex-act. Though I do not share that outlook, I understand it. For me it is a malleable thing, emotionally intimate, physically intimate, spiritually intimate. It’s all these things and more and yes, sometimes, sexually intimate. Though physical arousal is always a detriment for me due to plumbing concerns and– baggage.

It kind of explains something I’ve always read about her, a certain confusion I have that my brain tends to be mean about, which is my fault and not hers.

Thanks to BPD I have heightened awareness of emotional energy oddities but I am not always capable of understanding why, which causes those little whispers of “she hates you, she only puts up with you for the sake of Daja.”

Which the other, less emotional, voice replies “people don’t think about you as much as you think they do, sweetheart. Perhaps you should stop projecting your insecurity onto other people.”

Turns out the odd energy is just a note that as a sex-repulsed asexual, she does not feel comfortable engaging in hypnosis around me and certainly not with me. 

I feel kind of bad that I negotiated a scene with her without understanding that. Perhaps it is fortunate that nothing came of that discussion. I never want to be the source of someone else's discomfort.

Once the class was over it was time to move next door for a round table discussion on being a hypnotee. But not before bumping into the exact two humans I needed to bump into…

On Twitter I have a pair of writer friends who ADORE Lady In Suit energy and it was my mission to ensure they both got to experience mine.

I hope it adequately impressed.

I'd have stayed to enjoy my earned praise but the class was starting and I needed to be there.

Glitter Spiral was waving for me to sit with them. Copper was by the door and I had pre-arranged to spend this class with Copper. Plus as much as I wanted to talk to GS, and I did, I felt having Daja around was a requirement to prevent weirdness. There was weirdness, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

I knelt next to Copper and let him pet me while I watched the presenter. Two of the four most famous and talented ace educators. The third would have been there too if not for the fact she was missing this convention and the fourth is stuck in New Zealand for a while.

Don’t worry, I’m technically number 5 now.

Daja brought up a number of Our Stories during the lesson and I found myself blushing as she showed me how much she appreciated our work together and how much she was learning and how well she took care of me. I felt deeply loved and cherished.

There was a joke about Daja not knowing if MCStories had a .com or .net address. Someone suggested “just click it on your favorites tab”, which is a god damned mood. Though I wish ROM were more adopted.

Daja made another joke about stealing scenes from stories and that they need not be from hypnoporn. A Chris Claremont story is just as good for inspiration and that is SO valid.

During the class there was a point of which Tenn and Daja were discussing the fact that negotiation is a flexible thing and that even contracts should leave wiggle room for negotiation. That there are no hard and fast rules inscribed on stone tablets to be passed through the community.

Glitter Spiral, lovely kinky Jewish kinkster that she is, took this opportunity to yell “Let my people cum!” And I just about lost it with laughter.

Daja once again told the story about me flopping during the Beguiled scene and when she told it she gave me the patented Daja!Wink. It always makes me turn in to a puddle of blush x.x;

I was also a snarky bitch. There was talk about “Trance vending machines”. It was brought up as a negative. A way that hypnotees can be abusive to hypnotists by not treating them as people with agency, emotions and wants/needs of their own. We do not want to treat people as Trance Vending Machines.

Someone on the other side of the room asked, jokingly, where can one find these Trance Vending Machines. I said that if you found one then they’d be like an individual in the Welsh hypno community who should not be named, who collects and discards people constantly.

Copper was petting me the whole while and I clinged to his wrist. I do not often get tender moments with Copper in a hypnosis context.

It was nice. I liked it. We needed to do more of this. We *would* do more of this…

But right now, at that moment? It was time for My Class @.@

Daja needed to do some last minute prep, so I got myself comfortable in the room. Dolly was there and approached me. Apparently Daja had asked for her to help me find Dawn space. I was still remarkably somft and Sunrise from being petted.

A few moments with her and the transformation happened seamlessly. Just a gentle graze on her cheek and a firm look in her eyes. With every little eye flutter of that pretty dolly, who obeys me so perfectly, drew that dominant streak from my heart. Oh how I adore those swooning sighs as she sways helplessly to my hypnotic presence. She gave me a massive boost by reminding me just how powerful the tool I wield and wished to teach could truly be.

As if I required confirmation, a Panda approached and in an awe filled voice says “I know you told me about it but I get it now. You’re not Cammie, are you?” I did not even know that my pre-show display had attracted an audience, but it was such a treat for Panda to see me in my element.

When it saw me during coffee service I was a sweet soft Sunrise in a green dress, bouncing with giddy excitement and jingling my ankle cat bell with delight. Closed body language, shy expressions. A contradiction as no matter how withdrawn and shy her body language seems, she is explosively reactive and so full of emotion.

Instead we had a seductive tsunami with wide gestures and a firm seductive grin. Panda recognized the difference instantly.

She had met Miss Dawn.

With that set, my microphone attached and my iPad script ready to go… I launched into the routine.

For future reference, I am fast spoken when nervous and need to pace myself. Both classes I taught ended 20 minutes early because I raced through the content.

But Daja was there, sitting pretty with her hair in a bun- a bun held by a keyblade hairpin. A special tool we’ll need later. With a dramatic flair I peeled through my introduction and explained the finer points of what my concept was. I explained that in 2020 I had watched a demo with Sleepingirl that had taken everyone’s breath away and that I wanted to focus on why their induction was able to captivate the entire audience.

2020 Camden wrote:

I'm not going to lie, reader.

I want to say that I witnessed magic. That I witnessed the unspeakable beauty of a silent induction of two women matching their breathing and entering trance, in inducing subspace, in the slow and loving rotations of the rope mixed with the harsh tugs that emitted hisses that could be heard across the room. I was enchanted watching it for sure. Oxygen was sucked out of the room, only the two of them existed.

I am pretty confident we were literally entranced. People use that as a metaphor in prose, but there was no sound at all spare 2 hyp girls breathing. If someone place a hand to my forehead and told me to listen closely to every word they said while I watched the top crawl directly up to the sub's face and touch lips in the most heated display of rushed and yet hauntingly delated tension--- well. I'd never have known. Fuck, for all I know that did happen. 

With sleepingirl’s permission and encouragement, I shared that story with the class and explained that I intended to teach. My dearest hope is that there were moments of my demos where I was able to weave a little of that magic for myself. Though I had told my lovely assistant that during the class our attention would be rapt on one another. The audience did not need to have our attention. They could linger on the outskirts of perception.

Though a certain Dolly in the front row was likely to get caught by the splash.

The class taught the way to utilize different emotional contexts. Seductive, Dominant, Comforting, Detached. I did this first by repeating a stock hypnotic phrase in those distinctive tones and then repeating them with an air of physicality about them. I drew attention to the way that some modes pull a partner in, seductive and lulling draws a partner in while soft and soothing guides a person down.

All the while I took as good care of Daja as I could given the constraints. I am oh so glad that I had taken the time to run the routine with her on Thursday to ensure everything went off as seamlessly as possible… and to be fair, there were some rough edges. But enough that I could do this again at another convention and perform just as well. If not better.

Some moments elicited spontaneous crowd reactions like the moment I mentioned that for leverage and leveling you could dip your partner and stare down into their eyes, but I was far too frail to do that to Daja, so would need her to do it for me. As I surrendered to gravity and let Daja catch me, for the first of two times, members of the audience gave a muted applause. Such attention simply feeds my powers.

We went over eye contact. Environmental proximity. Teasing and taunting. Placement of tools. Scents.

I was on top of the world.

For the hypnotee side I was running out of steam and showing off hypnotee expressions and tones was messing with my performance presence a little bit.

Sleepyhead even asked me later if I exited Dawn space during the last 10 minutes. It humbles me to know that the Dolly is becoming increasingly aware of my headspaces and how they externally present.

The third moment of spontaneous applause came as Daja and I choreographed an example of Cammie’s ragdolling and she caught me as I dropped. I had hoped that it would have been my crowning moment, but the climax was actually the second moment of spontaneous applause.

The one that happened at the end of the hypnotist segment.

“Sometimes these modalities can be taken to their full potential when you mix things up.” I boldly exclaimed, beckoning Daja in close.

“I could start with something soft… romantic… delicate…” I cooed, my microphone picking even my gentle tones for both the in person and internet audiences, my hand brushed her cheek, the left one secured her shoulder.

“Drawing her eyes and pulling her down…” Daja’s lovely wide pupils glistened as she stared, fractionation from the classes’ numerous demonstrations already having had their toll, “until I start to change the tone…”

My hand reached in and plucked the keyblade from her hair. Silky strands blossomed free and cascaded down shoulders. My hand snaked in to her scalp, pulled in close and made a fist.

“And DOMINATE her.”

She sank to her knees staring at me adoringly. I pulled in close, eyes locked on hers and spoke with a firm striking voice, “And she falls to her knees and *LISTENS* as I **COMMAND** her, with each of my words sinking DEEPER under my spell.”

That moment was a very last minute addition and one I had practiced with Sleepyhead a few times before the convention and once on Thursday with Daja.

The class ended after the hypnotee segment, but I am a dramatic lady and needed the climax of the class to be the climax of my retelling. Chronology be damned. It means nothing to the Fae.

There was however one other moment I wanted to bring forth with the hypnotee segment.

When I was talking about the open and inviting body language, the allure of a hypnotee, I joked that Daja made a great demo for bratting. Her body language folded closed, her arms folded and she gave me a The Look. A wonderful example for that mode of hypnotee, but I needed to display the soft and open type.

I bemoaned that Sleepyhead was not my demo for this part.

So Sleepyhead hopped to her feet and stood before me. I raised my eyebrows and took a step towards her. Her arms instinctively raced behind her back, her chin tipped downwards, so she could look up at me even while we were standing at the same level.

“See, I don’t even need to get her prepared. She naturally slides right into it. That’s a perfect demonstration of the submissive and inviting body language I wanted to teach.”

I moved in and did the seductive style kinesthetic induction, let her eyes flutter as I know they tend to. I grinned deviously. For an unscripted moment within the class, Sleepyhead was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

And with that the class ended. A little earlier than expected, but I received a final applause and started to feel completely overwhelmed by the adrenaline high. 

I was approached by several people following the class. A Twitter friend who was overjoyed to see me in person and was blown away by what I was capable of, one of Daja’s partners who I spent some time with at Beguiled who asked if I did theatre in school, which I had not. I am told that another of Daja’s partner seems to have seen me in a light that she had never seen me in before and another member of the audience had developed a crush on me.

Said member of the audience actually has something in common with me that would have been a good “in” for talking. Goddess even encouraged me to do so, after this person posted on Twitter how impressed they were by my class and how they desired a scene.

I am a little disappointed I failed to open up that discussion. Not for the idea of playing in with that crush, after all it is unethical to use the awe generated from that class as leverage to arrange play, the power dynamics are messed up. But it was a reason to approach someone and talk about things a little more grounded and close to home and create an actual bond and connection.

I wanted that. It’s a shame I didn’t get it.

Maybe next time.

The final person to say hello to me after the class was Copper, my boyfriend.

Copper praised me for my performance and told me that he wanted to grab lunch with me, so I rushed back to my room to discard the jacket from my outfit and be ready to share a meal.

Puppet and Sleepyhead were just about grabbing lunch for themselves and asked if I wanted anything. I told them I was going to go out with the rental car, Cyclonus, and grab coffee and food with Copper.

Unfortunately some snags prevented that from happening but Daja, beauty that she is, DMed me noting that I’d skipped coffee in the morning and that she was at Panera Bread. Did I want anything.

I PayPal’d her $40 and got lunch for myself and Copper, but noted that I needed some time to myself afterwards because the adrenaline high of the class was messing with my head and I was completely off-balance.

When I grabbed the food from Daja she noted I sounded like I was in “Get shit done mode”, her words not mine, so her winning streak of recognizing my facets remains unbroken.

The entire sequence of events had me run across the hotel no less than 3 times, but eventually I was sealed in my room with a flatbread pizza and could let some of the tense energy dissipate. Puppet was watching some AGDQ and I decided to make good use of the hotel facilities and put some of Melissa Tiers’ anxiety textbook to use. I ran an overly hot bath, placed my coffee on the side and began to write elements of this very journal.

As I write now, Tuesday January 17th at 11:45am, I can scroll up to the recaps regarding the Mind Melting Machine and know they were written in the afternoon of Friday the 13th.

The bath helped a lot. Though I know from experience that the maelstrom of the moment is simply the foreshock.

Saturday was going to be a bitch.

Buuuut there was time to enjoy the con and slip back into a fun and happy space. So I did just that and got dressed up again…

Charmed! Outfit 4: Date Night w/corset

For those who have nightmare visions of a lounging blue hedgehog commenting on their Friday night plans.

I was going to start jumping into classes. At this point of the convention I had been hoping any time not spent with Daja would be in classes. I didn’t enjoy hiding out in my room for the entire convention; though not masking in private spaces was quite nice.

But fate threw me a little bit of a pleasant curve ball.

Prior to the event I had pre-negotiated scenes with 2 people who were not my immediate partners. Nath was one, for the Sunday event, and the second was someone I had briefly played with at Beguiled.

Mazirian.

Mazirian and his partner, have the distinction of being Very Important People within the Daja/Camden alliance. His partner is my oldest IRL contact in the hypnosis community, beating out Lady Ru’etha by just under a year. Mazirian is said to be one of Daja’s oldest too.

The pair of them make us each happy and more importantly, the pair of them have earned trust within me.

Maz is the *king* of hairplay. To quote my 2020 Charmed journal again:

I should note, the next class at 4pm is the hairplay class [run by Maz, partner and a 3rd person]. I have been WAITING for this.

So yeah, I got a hair stroking induction. My first time going into trance for a human interacting solely with me during the convention. It was a down and up and she admitted that her ring caught in my hair. I was so so so so so embarrased. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Did earn my demo brain scout badge though.

---so

Hairplay.

Ever seen the Community gif where Dean Pealton says "I hope this doesn't awaken something in me?"

Ummm.

I think I have a thing for hair play now?

At Charmed I got a brief taste of hairplay and was addicted.

At Beguiled I got a personal demonstration, as noted in my Beguiled 2022 journal:

I had already supplied with a “Ask Me About Hair Pulling” ribbon, which he commented on and he added a hypnoscouts badge adding me to Mazirian’s Hairem.

I will treasure this with my Kept It Trancey With Secret Subject badge.

We agreed to go mid-level roughness. He didn’t feel comfortable letting someone he didn’t work with going for the Heavy Stuff. I would have, though.  I would have.

He told me that he had a weakness for red hair. And green dresses. And dresses that had sheer fabric that showed skin underneath. So right now I was doing a number on him.

I begged him for a quick demo.

He gave me 5 rounds.

While I was still in a post-Daja bliss.

Oh how I sighed in bliss. Cammie loves hairplay so much.

So Maz was one of the few people I actually took the time to reach out to and say “Hey, can we do something at Charmed please?” Because he’s charming, an endless flirt and *loves* my hair.

I love that he loves my hair. He knows *how* to love hair.

Our negotiation was handled remarkably smoothly. I explained where my comfort and/or pain thresholds were. I requested the claws he had used at Beguiled. He asked for ways to gauge my comfort and what my goal was. I just wanted to have lovely hairplay experience, scritches, fractionation and be made all somft.

He also had a electro module to attach to the scritching claws. If nothing else, I wanted my electrolysis tech to know that I tried this, so I asked for low setting test.

Maz connected and pressed the claw to scritch my head an—

Oh!!!

OH!!!

I made a sound that would make me blush to recall and instantly melted, kneeling as Maz sat on a hotel armchair and leaned forward and gently scritched. It didn’t take much. I was butter and he was able to tug my hair and draw me into trance and make me nod along with him and then bring me up and tug me right back down. Over and over. 

The 30 minute session was a very quick affair. Maz had a dinner date and his partner came in to rest a bit. But heavens it was such a lovely little encounter.

I was kind of awkward after the session ended. I was a melted puddle and knew time was against me and I needed to leave but had never really done this kind of thing before, so just presented shy and embarrassed, hoping I was not thought poorly of for my etiquette. 

I returned back to the lobby and was rewarded by a tiny little marshmallow who smelled pack.

Timbit was in the back lobby and with her, Goddess. Timbit, the small pomeranian puppy who lives at Oikos, was decked up with a little vest and her own little name badge with a tiny puppy pocket watch. Everyone sat around the sofa Goddess was on and adored the lil’ fur.

I knelt before Goddess and updated her on my weekend to this point. She praised my class, which she had indeed seen and could talk about freely now we were in conspace. She praised me for pick-up play and reiterated her approval of all my stated plans for the weekend, including the Maz encounter which had just happened.

To make her happy made me happy. I was glowing.

While I sat with Goddess I saw HypnoBunny walk into the area. Pick up her phone and type something and walk off. My Twitter pinged a reply to my thread on the Presence Class that read:

So I keysmashed like hell. Goddess grinned her approval but also stated that she was running low on spoons and would need to retreat.

I was still feeling a little wibbly wobbly from the earlier stuff that had happened and so pulled myself to the room. Sleepyhead was there too and wanted to rest. I cannot recall the circumstances or how we ended up doing this, but we passed one another chocolates Daja made.

Sleepyhead and I are both hypnotically compelled to sink deep when we taste chocolate dosed with our special flavors.

Sleepy is Mint. Mine is Orange.

Daja, knowing this, home made doses for both of us. Mine are shaped like hearts <3 Sleepy’s are shaped like spirals.

We snuggled up on my bed and fed one another chocolates an—

ALARM CLOCK.

I bolted up screaming. My heart was racing. I didn’t know where I was. What year it was. Why was there an alarm.

"Ground yourself, Camden. Stop the alarm. There is a lady with you… okay. That’s Sleepyhead. We’re at Charmed. It’s 2023. The alarm was for medication. It’s 8pm."

I get this sometimes. Waking up completely and utterly displaced. For a moment I was pre-transition Camden and lived in Illinois, a place I hadn’t lived in since 2012.

I hate it when it happens while I have company because they just got rudely awoken by a panicking British lady who didn’t understand what the hell was happening.

After having meds I cuddled Sleepy briefly and checked my phone. Puppet was wanting to get dinner sorted and Daja wanted to return items I had left in the room overnight.

So we decided to stick to the room and go with that. Dinner was due to be from a diner in the area which has an impossibly large menu. I settled for a loaded burger because I was in the mood for that.

Turned out to be a sloppy and disintegratey mess, but decently filling.

Daja came in with my items and sat on the floor. Utilizing the amnesia laden summoning trigger she pulled me across the room and I (after recovering my momentary confusion) huggled her tightly and began to nuzzle her… lulling myself into a trance.

It turns out pretty much any time I was trance I woke up filled with joy and affection and began to nuzzle out of sheer bliss… and thanks to my new trigger that nuzzling would make me trance myself again and then forget that I had done it at all.

A lovely way to auto-fractionate a silly lady.

Also a nice way to make her accidentally cut her hand from having floppy limbs crash against sharp edges. Poor Daja, she’s so protective of me and wants to keep me safe. I felt bad for letting myself get hurt but she took such good care of me. Puppet and Daja got the first aid kit and set me up with some first aid, though we had to steal from the Sleepy Happy Quiet Time Face Tape, for its advertised purpose. Sorry Sleepy.

Daja Notes: *raises an eyebrow* Excuse me, sweetling? I'm the one with the hypervigilence who should have had the situational awareness to know better. You don't get to feel bad about  not being careful of sharp edges when I'm the one who both gave you the nuzzle trigger *and* summoned you to that position

With wound cared for, and love and kisses all dished out, Dawn wished to show off a little bit to Sleepyhead and Puppet.

With a finger to Daja’s forehead her eyes rolled up and she succumbed to the blue flame of Perfect Obedience.

I asked her to put water in the fridge. Such a frivolous abuse of great power. It would not be the only time I did that for the weekend.

With that power rush and Daja having moved over to the fridge, she had noticed something sitting on the counter.

Sleepyhead has just celebrated two big events this week. A birthday and a 10k Twitter followers achievement. The latter isn’t important, I just wished to note it while I am praising Dolly. Counterpart wrote in her journal recap that “everyone is a little in love with Sleepyhead” and it is *so* very true. Daja took the time to craft a bag for her to keep her hypnotic trinkets with a pair of colorful faun charms. Inside the bag, because there must be things *inside* bags, was a pack of Sleepy Dust.

A Lush product that is to be sprinkled on pillows, scented like lavender. A sleep aid for those outside of the convention, perhaps, but within these walls it was a weapon that could be lovingly blown into a cutie’s face like Uma Thurman’s love dust in an abysmal Batman movie.

Daja offered me a dusting and I got to turn on my adequate charm and inform her of what lavender scent does. It is my scent, after all. We all know what happens when you breathe in my scent…

That happens.

Satisfied for the moment, I retreated to my bed and embraced my sweet lass again.Given that we were deciding to stay in for the night and skip the gallery of living art, I switched into my “break in case of gallery of living art” outfit…

Charmed! Bonus Online Only Outfit: The Blake.

For girls who like to stare at coins of gold and do as they are told.

As I got all Daphne Blake’d up, two of Sleepy’s friends arrived and joined us for lowkey hangouts.

Daja, happy to get to show off all the little tricks she had worked into her sweetling’s silly little head. Everything from the amnesia fueled summoning and nuzzle triggers, the Susan Snaps that make me pause and obey anything said in between the frozen time, being dominating enough to control me and… I remember a sword on my chin at some point, even though there was no swords at the con?

Daja is so very good at what she does and I love letting her show off. I glow when she glows.

Then with an unexpected bit of delight… Goddess and Copper! They came to visit. I was so happy, especially that Copper was up and moving again. 

Copper, ever self-sacrificing, sat on the floor and I, while in somft and fractionated Cammie space, marched over to the hotel room’s office chair and slid it over and poutily commanded “SIT.”

Daja and Goddess were equally stunned by how forceful I was being in that state, but seeing my boyfriend pushing his body and then trying to sit on the floor was not going to fly. Not in this or any other country.

Goddess wanted to show off a little more and put me in kitty space, which bounced lovingly into Daja’s court to show what happened when I nuzzled her. Goddess had me look her in the eyes and repeat mantras and I knelt and obeyed and sank and flooded with pride that I was doing sso well and everyone was so happy with me. I was a super super happy Cammie Kitty!

Daja had prepared a specific thing to show to Goddess in particular, the Drop Spindle, something she had used on Sleepy and I during her prior trip to Minnesota. Taking tufts of cotton and firmly spin into a single thread. Daja had me stare at the spinning of the wooden spindle and had me imagine all my thoughts were the cotton and the single thread was a command/thought they were being gathered tightly into. I recall being glassy eyed at that. 

Daja then handed me the mirror ball and told me that there was a secret in the center, which itself was a reference to a Jukebox story. I was completely and utterly gone by this point and through being gone time became a dilated mess. I do not remember how everything ended. I think Puppet and Sleepyhead left for a karaoke party? I don’t recall Goddess and Copper leaving.

I do recall Daja tucking me in and feeding me a chocolate as I slipped in to a deep and powerful sleep.

Part 4

[dsknsk]

Here it is. One end-to-be-all (heh) redesign for the Endministrator. It'll be 2024 at its earliest when Endfield is released, choosing within the 'gender binary' is outdated. I also tried to make them look more like an actual adult?

Before I break it down, let me get down to my concept a little bit. Now, the description of the Endministrator in the tweet is actually quite Mary-Sueish: mysterious character, no one knows much about them, the only thing people do know about them is their ability to single-handedly turn the tide of battle, and that for certain plot reasons, they have been locked into their cryo-chamber similarly to the Doctor.

Now I was thinking a bit on how to work with such a Mary Sue-ish description and then it happened to me. What if someone who seems so good and OP and pure...has skeletons in the closet? What if they are painted like an angel, but might have inner demons no one knows about? You know, like any other non-Mary Sue... And so I began.

The coat that the masculine and feminine Endministrator wear, isn't white. The one of the masculine Endministrator fades into grey and the feminine Endministrator's coat seems to be an even darker kind of grey. The feminine Endministrator's coat also flares out, much like a dress...and her sweater also lacks the grey part under it so that we can all stare at those legs because she has skin tights that he lacks.

That aside...I was intrigued about how both the Endministrator and the Doctor aren't dressed in white. I mean, Theresa (a figure known as a war-stopping all-pure paeon of light) dresses in all white. I took this bit and worked with it.

The Endministrator's coat starts out as light grey, then ends in black. It would make you think: if they're all good, then why do they seem more like a stereotypical bad guy, hiding their eyes and all? Also, with the stopping war thing - I can imagine that they would suddenly appear, all Deus Ex Machina you know, floating down from the sky like an angel, accompanied with a beam of light...but with such attire. At that point though you'd be happy for whatever came to rescue you, no matter how shady it looks like, knowing this universe's wars.

Their inner coat is actually mostly copied directly from the Doctor's inner coat, and so is their hood. The long sweater was cute, but I wanted some elements to tie back to the Doctor in their design. Their inner coat is also white because despite everything, they still try to do the thing that seems right in their eyes, no matter how Mary Sueish that sounds. But even that white bit is already getting tainted by the light grey at the end. Their gloves however, are already light grey, showing that they may take some morally questionable decisions at some point.

They also wear a grey collar. It may hint at how they, in the end, aren't the sun everything turns around, but merely just a cog in the machine led by others? Whoah! (sarcasm)

Another point of inspiration I took was Ford Pines, specifically the way he was dressed when he emerged from the portal, mostly in the new belt around their inner coat.

Oh and more design-related. I mixed the hairstyles of them both: the side-swept front bang from the masculine Endministrator, and the length of the other bangs from the feminine Endministrator. In my hypothetical, ideal version of Endfield you'd be able to choose your skin and hair color. Just because.

[dxsole]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME

a   meme   for   first   meetings   and   introduction   threads,   aka   a      ‘      what   you   will   notice   about   my   muse   first      ’      cheat   sheet.  (Stolen from @devilmass​ >:3)

GENERAL   APPEARANCE

GENDER / PRONOUNS:     cis female / she/her

DENOMINATION/CULTURE:   Christian (Church of God) / American (Welsh and Dutch ancestry)

COMPLEXION:  sun-kissed, rosy cheeks, peachy complexion

HEIGHT:  5′2″.

BODY TYPE:   endomorph.   mesomorph.   ectomorph.  

BUILD:   small.   medium.   athletic.   muscular.  soft.   curvy.   voluptuous.  

DETAILS:  lithe and fragile looking.  slight muscles in the upper arms from repeated housework and garden work. small callouses on palms from leather braiding.

HAIR:  none.   buzzed.   short.   medium.   long.   very   long.  

COLOR:   sunshine blonde, tinges of strawberry in the sun

STYLE:  a slight natural curl, outdated hairstyles, pins to keep her hair out of her face

EYE COLOR:   blue, a light aquamarine if you want to get technical about it

DETAILS:   wide smiles and even wider eyes, flared nostrils when upset, round apple cheeks

SCARS:  mostly around her hands and knees— work is hard on the hands, prayer is hard on the knees

FASHION

STYLE:   very casual, if a bit dated. Lots of patches she’s done herself, lots of self-tailored hand-me-downs and thrift store purchases. 

DETAILS:  not a lot of personalized or flashy pieces, as that was frowned upon in church and in her father’s house. Everything looks a bit washed out and paler than it should be, scrubbed clean of impurities.

PALETTE:  pastels, indigo blue, finds herself drawn to red check patterns a lot

TYPICALLY WEARING:     If it’s time to work, it’s all denim overalls and plaid shirts and bright bandanas. If it’s time to get gussied up, it’s floral sun dresses with tight on the neck collars, the hem falls below the knee—  it’s proper

PIERCINGS:  none

TATTOOS:  none

EXPRESSION

USUAL EXPRESSION: chipper, almost too happy, every teeth showing in her smile, eyes too bright for the early hours

DEFAULT BODY LANGUAGE:    demure, regardless of her attire she carries herself like a little lady, graceful and tense at times, like she’s bracing herself at all times

MOVEMENTS:  Everything’s a half step slower in Alabama, including Jessamine. She works meticulously if a bit slow— she likes to do things thoroughly.

NOTABLE   FOR   RP

PRESENCE:    like an elderly Southern woman, big in hospitality and gossip despite thinking it’s a dirty habit and whose one aim in life was to overfeed you. Will get out the buckshot for a prowler on her property without blinking but couldn’t bring herself to swat a fly. 

APPEARANCE:   a sweet darling and good Godly girl.

SCENT:    like the liles in her garden and the peaches Mrs. Waring keeps giving her.

VOICE:    that sweet Southern drawl, long in the vowels, slow in the sentences, the ends of words cut off in favor of getting a point across, 

ACCENT:  Thick Alabama accent, the sort that came straight from the mountains

SPEECH MANNERISMS:      sir’s/ma’am’s you to death. every descriptor is sweet as cherry pie and she can’t say a bad word ‘bout no one — think Daryl Hannah in Steel Magnolias but a twinge softer in tone...and thicker in the actual accent.

MISCELLANEOUS:   Half the time, she’s offering you food or drink that she’s made from scratch.. Half the time, she’s got some devil of a snake wrapped round her shoulders as she shows them off. She’s just big on sharing her interests

[pathstheychoose]

Most fashionable to least fashionable of my muses!

Katrina van Huerten - girl has to stay on her A-game and is always on top of the latest fashion. Even though she was born in the 1920s doesn’t mean she has to dress like a grandma. She enjoys putting a vintage flair into her attire, though, every now and then.

Damjan Kasun - he likes his name brands and he likes to sport a sophisticated style, looking like he stepped off of a runway in Europe (not the artsy one but the one with functional clothes to wear).

Megan Willis - dress to impress but with a bit of fun. Megan knows what she’s got and will work it but also knows how to dress to work her cases. From professional to fashion party, she can drop it on a dime.

Sumati Thomas - You want a professional? You’ve got a professional. She’ll dress in a way that you know she knows what she’s doing and trust she knows what she’s talking about. 

Alian Dmitrievich Romanov - a little bit outdated, but outdated in the way that he stepped out of a period romance novel kind of way. Charming, noble, and slightly roguish, his style can charm anyone.

Annalee Louis - You want an alt style? you’ve got it. Her alternative punkish style is never without the eye makeup to match. Able to have her style and keep it professional when she needs to is the real talent, though. Which she does half the time.

Vladimir Fyodorovich Garin - if you want a style that screams ‘I’m a questionable person with a slight flair for fashion when I need it’ that’s this guy. Less interested in general appearance needs and more inclined to pursuits of questionable knowledge, he still knows he needs to dress the part when he must.

Tesni LeClair - quirk. That is the best way to describe it. Bright colors, in your face, with no shame but still manages to make it work due to her artistic skill. She may take people by surprise and not be seen as too professional in her clothing choice, she takes pride in her eclectic individuality.

Michelle “Mikey” Scott - when you work as a photographic-journalist, you gotta have a few good outfits, but mainly outfits you’re fine getting roughed up. Mikey wears what’s practical and wears it well, with the t-shirts with silly slogans on them.

Casimir Stan - A man who isn’t sure how to dress himself, but manages the nerdy look, which counters well with his alternate, more confident, persona. As an investigative journalist focusing on the paranormal field, things can get odd quick, so best to wear something comfortable. The nice things are for meetings.

Andre Rios Hernandez - what’s better than a comfortable hoodie? A comfortable hoodie with comfortable jeans and comfortable t-shirt with sneakers. That’s it. If he has to, he will dress up, but only when he has to.

Joey Rogers - the man is a writer and tired. He will wear his boxers and tank top out to get the mail, baggy sweat pants, slides, and an old t-shirt to get groceries. He’s got too much on his mind with his writing and other responsibilities to pay attention to what he wears.

[misshighness]

Where to buy Artificial bridal jewellery?

A Complete Guide to Buy Bridal Jewellery Online 

A piece of jewellery is among the necessary accessories to complete any look and bridal jewellery plays a very important role in that. According to stylists and fashion designers, your jewellery has the ability to make or ruin your entire outfit. Therefore, every bride should make a wise decision while choosing jewellery. In order to make the finest investment in their wedding jewellery, they should actually follow a few simple guidelines. Otherwise, there is a considerable likelihood of becoming confused by all the possibilities. This time, let us be your savior. Here we will provide you with a comprehensive guide for buying bridal jewellery and guide you on how to buy bridal jewellery online. Check out the following tips and advice before purchasing your bridal jewellery. 

Understand the trend

Have you already done some research on the best bridal dress for your wedding? So why not conduct research before purchasing bridal jewellery? You can get the appropriate concept about the latest jewellery trends and fashions by doing a little bit of research. Prior to the event, be aware of every extravagant style and decide which one best complements your attire. You can opt for the latest fashion jewellery for your wedding as they are very classy and attractive.

Check Out The Family Heritage

Most mothers and grandmothers have a collection of jewellery stashed away in practically every home. Even if the stock may be a bit outdated, they work well for a classic wedding. Some of the parts and pieces only need to be polished to look like new. By making small additions to an existing piece of jewellery, you might even create a completely new piece of jewellery. Don't overlook looking for this treasure, you never know might be you find something that matches your outfit perfectly.

 Make a Smart Budget

It will be quite difficult for you to wear bridal jewellery again on any other occasion because it is so hefty and extravagant. So it makes complete sense if you don't want to spend a lot of money on it. Before you start shopping for jewellery for a wedding, prepare a budget smartly. Make sure the budget is unbreakable. The only method to reduce unnecessary spending is this way. You can opt for artificial jewellery for the wedding as it looks classy, fashionable, and attractive, and fits any budget easily.

Set Your Goals

For many, bridal jewellery is a kind of investment. If this is the situation for you as well, then try to purchase only pure gold. You will receive your money back even after a protracted period of time because the prices of this precious metal are often constant. In general, the bride's jewellery expresses a lot of emotion. Keep your emotions in check if you are purchasing the jewellery as an investment, if not, then you can buy it with your heart.

The majority of women enjoy shopping, especially wedding shopping. But the would-be bride's shopping experience is quite hectic due to the pressure of the wedding and countless other things. Try to prepare everything well in advance for the wedding day to make the shopping experience much easier and happier.

Types of Bridal jewellery Online

Shopping for bridal jewellery is one of the underappreciated tasks during the wedding time. Finding out which trends are least likely to go out of style in the upcoming years is the first step. Here are some of the top bridal jewellery designs that are constantly trending.

Rani Haar

Rani haar is a bridal necklace that is typically longer in length. This style provides the entire bridal dress with a royal look because of its vast length. To make this necklace more exquisite, it is frequently worn with a smaller choker necklace. Mostly, the Rajputs of Jaipur, Amer, and other places wore this style of necklace. Wearing rani haar would still look fantastic even if you are wearing a normal wedding blouse. It is the ideal complement to your collection of bridal necklaces.

Stunning Maang Tika

According to popular belief, the hair partition plays a significant role in Hindu weddings, which brings us to the following item of wedding jewellery, known as a Maang Tika. A Maang Tika is a little chain worn on the head at the place where the hair is parted. The Maang Tika is a headpiece that has one end hooked to the wearer's hair and the other end hanging in front of the wearer's forehead. The whole design has an ancient feel because the piece that hangs down is basically a pendant. There are tons of gorgeous designs available in Maang tika. A gold-plated jewellery piece embellished with royal kundan looks stunning as Maang Tika.

Designer Nose Ring

All you need is this gorgeous designer nose ring to accessorize your new appearance for a complete bridal look. Some people do not feel comfortable wearing one, but if you want to give your bridal look a little extra shine, think about using this accessory. You can find designer naths for brides that can be attached to the nostril from either side, so you don't need to buy a nose piece. These nose rings are fairly common and look just as wonderful as classic ones. This piece of your bridal jewellery set will be an essential part of your wedding attire.

Attractive Bangles

The bangles are the quintessential representation of Indian weddings. They serve as the global representation of the Indian feel. Both women and everyday girls are seen wearing this. These have designs that are silver- or gold-plated. This helps the bride feel the love of her family as she enters a new home while also giving the outfit a traditional touch.

Classic Kamarband

This wedding jewellery is supposed to be worn around the waist and includes intricate designs made from chains, beads, crystals, coins, etc. that may or may not be made of precious metals. The wedding lehenga or the bridal sari may both be worn with the kamarband. It can also be worn with either of those bridal attires and offers the wearer a very delicate grace.

Ever Stunning Payal

Payals have always been exquisitely attractive and were designed to be worn around your ankles. The payals have traditional designs and baroque styles and are primarily made of silver. Additionally, some of the payals feature metallic bells that rub against one another to produce melodic tinkling sounds when the bride’s feet move, making her an aura of mystic beauty and elegance.

Where to buy artificial jewellery online?

Bridal jewellery is a more trendy type of jewellery, requiring more classy designs, more stunning gemstones, and the latest craftsmanship. If you are seeking bridal jewellery, Miss Highness is the favorite online store for designer artificial jewellery and all type of modern bridal jewellery. Miss Highness offers the highest level of quality to turn heads on your wedding day, loaded with fresh designs from skilled designers.

[multifandomthoughts]

Perospero, Crocodile, Doflamingo and Caesar Clown with a younger S/O

Charlotte Perospero

Perospero likes to try to impress you with what he can make out of candy. He attempted to make you out of candy once, but he found out that he would have to use his devil fruit powers for hours to get the perfect amount. He made a bust of you instead of your entire body.

Being the eldest son of such a large family, he has some pretty strong protective instincts. You help him loosen them up over time, but you still appreciate him coming to your aid when you’re in battle. Someone who has lived much longer than you must have more battle experience.

Perospero might tell some stories about what the world of piracy was like back when he was very young and Big Mom was still establishing herself as a Yonko. The battles that happened, the wins, the losses. If you pry hard enough he will tell you about his embarrassments on the battlefield.

He likes to think he’s developed the height of fashionable attire, and is happy to give you some pointers. You have to politely decline and say you don’t want to steal his spotlight. You secretly think that his fashion is old and outdated and that he needs a new outfit. You’re not going to make him feel bad.

Doflamingo

He would demand you treat him like royalty, and he would treat you like his prince/princess. The people of Dressrosa see you as a royal, almost an equivalent to him. Despite you being younger, you have just as much power as some of the other family members. Maybe even more.

Because that’s just his way of having fun, he might do a puppet show for you using innocent people. You find it a little bit gruesome but you understand what he’s trying to do and appreciate it. You hang around with the younger members of the family while he’s busy, like Baby 5 and Delinger.

He buys you a pair of sunglasses like his, and offers to get you a big feathery coat too. You’re not sure you can pull off that flashy of a look, so you do have to decline. You feel like he doesn’t really care about other’s fashion, but occasionally picks up some fashion advice from you. You notice.

You’re one of the only people he trusts enough to tell his tragic childhood backstory to, and you’re inclined to sympathize with the loss of his mother and the unprompted killing.

Crocodile:

He prefers you hold his real hand, he feels a little self conscious about the hook and worries you’ll hurt yourself. Just because he cares about you doesn’t mean he thinks there’s no chance of a careless injury.

He decorates a room just for you in alabasta, with all the treasure and prizes he’s claimed as a shibukai. You want a certain type of food, clothing or jewel? He’ll do anything to get it for his younger partner.

He enjoys explaining his own genius and the steps he took to get to be the great man he is now, though there is a certain period of his life he seems unwilling to discuss even with you. He knows he was a powerful man in his youth, and he wants to continue to be powerful with you. Maybe he’ll even pass on some of his knowledge to you.

Since his particular Logia power does allow him to essentially fly, he will take you up in the air for some sightseeing from time to time. He hopes you aren’t afraid of heights, and will help you take the time to get used to it if you are. It’s also a plus because he doesn’t have to worry as much with hurting you as he would with someone older.

Caesar Clown:

He will go on and on with stories about all the great scientific achievements he had and then Vegapunk “stole the glory for”. He’s incredibly bitter about it, but takes time to gloat about the achievements that weren’t stolen. He tells you that because you’re young, you’ve got lots of achievements in your life to look forward to.

Living with him on Punk Hazard means that most of the time you have to wear a hazmat suit, so he has to make sure they have one in your size. Whenever you’re not wearing one, you can catch him giving you subtle glances.

When you said you wanted something cool for your room, he wasn’t so sure what he could make that would be ‘cool’ to you. Luckily, he made just the right thing: a neon sign that catered to whatever design you wanted. Despite being older than you, he realizes that some things that were cool back then, are still cool now.

Since you’re still trying to find yourself and establish your own identity, he uses his powers to help you try different hairstyles like how he spiked his hair up for his “Gangster Gastino” disguise

[petri808]

Ooooo can you do, “you’re my mate?” 🥺

Sure! 😊

@stillsnowfalling

“Natsu, you know our ways, and as heir to this clan, it is my duty to choose who you will marry!”

“But it’s not fair!”

“When you are finally king, you can change the rules, but until then, I have chosen to uphold tradition.”

“But dad!”

Igneel bellowed at his defiant son. “The nuptial rites will take place in three moons! That is final!”

Natsu stomped away from his father absolutely furious! This whole traditional bullshit of arranged marriages was as outdated as the most ancient scrolls held in their reliquary. Why was his father so adamant about upholding such an antiquated rule?! The draco clan was doing perfectly fine, what need was there for a marriage based on an alliance? At least give him a chance to choose his own bride so the union was one of love instead of condemnation.

“I won’t love whoever he chooses!” Natsu growled to himself, and his first ruling as king will be to pick someone he actually desired.

Because there was someone… he sighed, and dropped into a squat on the rock outcropping. When Natsu couldn’t stand being in the village anymore, he ran to a place that brought him a tiny bit of peace, deep in the forest. The tiny pond was hidden from prying eyes. None of his attendants or even friends knew about the place— save for one, if he could even call her a friend anymore…

It was here, in this very spot twelve years ago after the draco had once again run away from under his fathers thumb that he met her. Lucy whose last name he knew not. They were so young at the time. Natsu was a young draco of 7-year’s old, and she a 5-year-old forest fairy. Of course, it had nothing to do with love at that age, they were just two children running away for their own reasons and found a friend to play with. For the next two years, Natsu and Lucy would meet every day around lunch time and played until dusk or risk someone coming to look for them. They had so much fun together, it was truly the best two years of his life. The draco and the fairy…

Natsu still remembered the day Lucy never showed up at the pond like it was yesterday. How he went back every single day for months hoping to see those big brown eyes and wispy blonde hair waiting for him. But it wasn’t meant to be. He had no idea why she stopped coming or if she was even still alive. Had something bad happened to her? Or was it more likely her father had caught her running off into the woods? Lucy would tell him the stories of an over bearing father that made his blood boil over in anger. The problem was, she refused to tell him exactly where she came from.

The years passed by and his own father stepped up his son’s kingship training. Natsu didn’t like the constraint and many a time wished he’d been born a simple clansman. He often promised himself that one day when he did become king, he would send out his men to search for the wayward blonde of his childhood to make her his wife. But, Natsu never imagined that his father would step in to choose one for him first.

He sighed, and stared into the dark blue pool as if praying to its watery gods for a miracle. “Lucy…” if only Natsu knew where she was, he’d find her and run away from here…

The moons came and went in a flash, and the day of the nuptial rites had finally arrived. Natsu felt dead inside, his body merely following the instructions given to him. It was all scheduled out. Whoever was his bride-to-be had arrived with her family two days ago, but guards had kept him sequestered in his room, both for fear of him running away as well as upholding the tradition that they not meet until the the ceremony itself. Natsu was dressed in a ceremonial attire made of fine leather, and decorated in their clans red and gold colors. Every little detail was attended to, including painting his horns and wings with golden markings that he didn’t understand. All a part of the so-called tradition.

His cousin Sting came into Natsu’s room and gave him a couple of play punches on his shoulder. “Cheer up, it’s almost over.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Natsu rolled his eyes. “Do me a favor, and just shove a dagger in my heart.”

“She can’t be all that bad, and besides, if you ain’t happy with her, just find yourself a concubine.”

“Keh! You know that’s not allowed!”

“Only if you get caught,” the fellow draco winked.

“Just get out,” Natsu sighed in full disinterest. “I’m not in a mood to banter.” He just wanted to fantasize about brown eyes and dream of a happier life.

“Suit yourself.” Sting shrugged and left his cousin alone. “Your dad said someone will come to take you to the ceremony in an hour. So, at least try to look interested.”

“Tch.” As if that would happen…

Minutes before high noon, Natsu was led from his chambers to the ceremonial hut. It was skin crawling as he was paraded through the rows of awaiting onlookers like a goat being led to slaughter. At least, that’s how he felt. Not a future king, but a sacrifice just to satisfy an alliance. Once inside the wooden structure, there was only the priest, his father, and another man assumably the father of the bride standing to the sides. Natsu was stood in front of the priest to wait for the brides arrival, but kept his head down the whole time. While he wasn’t looking, his ears stayed tuned to the goings on around him, and after a brief wait, he could hear chatter coming from outside. She had arrived.

His scowl grew as the tiny steps came closer, every fiber of his being in argument— should he just run? But he knew he wouldn’t get far with the place surrounded. The priest began to speak and Natsu only half-listened. Most of it was rubbish anyways, the typical stuff one might hear in such a ceremony. Some chanting, some instructions. He just stood there silently, with eyes glued to the floor. But there was one thing he could sense, the female wasn’t happy either. Her silent sobbing coupled with the demoralized aura surrounding her body spoke volumes. He rolled his eyes. ‘Great, this union will be such a happy one! Thanks dad.’

“Please remove her headdress,” the priest instructed Natsu, “and take her hands.”

He groaned in his head, but followed the instructions like a wooden puppet, looking up for the first time since entering the building. Natsu pulled the dark veil up to finally get a look at the woman, but his hands froze midair as he stared into big brown eyes coated in moisture. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was it so distressed that it projected who he wanted to see?!

It was a gasp from the woman and the fluttering of gold-dusted fairy wings that snapped his brain back to the present.

“N-Natsu?!”

“Lucy? Y-You’re my mate?”

“I’m your mate,” she responded with a twinkle in her eyes.

Natsu looked towards his father in confusion only to find a man standing there with the biggest grin. Son-of-a— his dad knew all along! He smiled brightly and happily took Lucy’s hands at the priests insistent instruction to move along with the ceremony. But it was clear from that point that neither paid any attention to the priest, too focused only on each other. Little tears still trickled down her smiling face, while his sported a euphoric high. And when the words came to kiss the bride, Natsu gladly swept forward and took the lips he’d dreamed of kissing for years. He got his wish.

[dumdumsun]

And Dusk

A/N: Prayers for poor Olga 🙏🏾

Warnings: blood, violence, straight up murder

Word Count: 4096

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Chapter 13: Öga för Öga

Clicking steps echoed the hall Sir Reginald Hargreeves currently walked down, leaving a very discontent Five behind. Once the man disappeared down the hall, the boy left the lounge, growling and rubbing the back of his neck. Mind racing, he hopped on the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. Just as the doors were about to close, (Y/N) slipped between them, Pennycrumb under her arm, and grasped onto Five’s arm. Eyes wide, the boy watched her in shock. “(Y/N)? I thought you left already. What are you doing?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” She whispered. “Five, I’m sorry… about lying to you. I-I was gonna tell you all about living with Dad a-and being adopted by him again, but then I didn’t and it was selfish and stupid-”

“(Y/N)-”

“But what I’m sorry about the most was for not speaking up about us. It wasn’t fair to you,” She shook her head. “I just… I’ve been doubtful about us lately. It’s like, everyone’s saying we shouldn’t be together… And after hearing it for so long…”

Five placed his hands on her shoulders firmly. “No,” He breathed. “I’ve waited too long for this, dammit. Listen to me, (Y/N). Don’t let what others say determine your opinions. What we have is fine. I know it seems fucked up, I know it seems wrong. But does any of this ever feel wrong to you?”

Glancing up at him, she shook her head. “No…”

“Exactly. This… Our entire upbringing was so dysfunctional and confusing. Nothing ever felt like true family. We were strangers in our own childhood home. We’re just now behaving like an actual family unit and it’s still confusing. So, no one has the right to tell us how to love. Especially not Reginald Hargreeves. The man who caused this.”

The two rested their foreheads against each other as the elevator doors opened, but they didn’t bother leaving just yet. As the doors closed again, (Y/N) sniffled. “So, you’ve never thought this wasn’t going to last?”

“I’ve never, ever doubted us. I know… compared to you, I know next to nothing about love. But this? This is real. And I promise you, Starlight, once the timeline is restored… I’m making this official. If you’ll have me.”

Snapping her head up, (Y/N) let her tears fall. “Are you… You’re serious?” She grinned. When Five nodded, she quickly elevated herself on her toes and pecked his lips repeatedly. “Yes. Finally.” She whispered. Five grinned and tightened his hold on her, blinking them both out of the building and outside.

“Well, then, why don’t we speed up the process? Here’s what's going to happen,” He started and pulled away, gently wiping her tears away. “I’m about to meet up with The Handler. She offered me a deal to kill the entire board of directors of the Commission in exchange for a briefcase to get us all home to 2019. No more World War III, no more apocalypse.”

(Y/N) glanced down at her pup, who peered up at her, tongue hanging from his mouth. “How can you trust her?”

“I don’t know if I even should. But I’ll have to. She’s our only… our only option.”

From the way he sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets, she could tell he was already regretting his decision. Gently caressing his cheek, she offered him a small smile. “You don’t want to kill, do you?” She whispered, receiving the shake of a head as an answer. “I-I don’t even know what to say to that… Just… Just know that I won’t think any differently of you. You’ll still be my Five. And I’ll be right there beside you if you need me.”

“My god, I don’t deserve you…” He sighed. Quietly chuckling, (Y/N) set her pet down and pulled Five into a hug. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I appreciate you, I really do. I’m gonna get us out of here, but I don’t want you helping me on this. The Handler already knows about you. I can’t have her using you or anything like that against me. So… just wait for me.”

“Wait? Five, I can’t just let you do something like this alone.”

“I know I’ve asked you too many times at this point, but this will be the last. I promise I’ll get you as soon as I come back.” The boy tried a smile as he pulled away. When she gently bit her lip, he sighed. “(Y/N), you can’t come. I’m sorry, but you’ll be by my side after this is over. I promise, okay?”

She shifted her eyes away from him. “You don’t have to keep promising. I trust you.” She whispered. Five exhaled and gently picked up Mr Pennycrumb, placing him in her arms before pecking his love on the lips. With a small smile, he turned around to leave. Just as he blinked away, (Y/N) very gently pinched the back of his blaser, allowing herself and her pet to be teleported with him.

(Y/N) considered herself very lucky for the fact that Five hadn’t noticed her presence. Or maybe she had her stealth to thank. She would quickly duck behind walls, corners, tables and so on whenever she felt that Five was becoming suspicious of her. After all, she knew him like the back of her hand; she could tell when he was subtly glancing over his shoulder or out of the corner of his eye. She waited outside the door of the room the boy had entered, keeping her hand over her pet’s mouth to silence him as she attempted to eavesdrop on the muffled conversation between Five and who she assumed was The Handler.

She had to admit, it did set her blood boiling at the thought of him being alone in that room with another woman, but she knew he would never be disloyal to her. Not after his confession and proposal. So, she shook off her jealousy and hid once again when he exited the room, briefcase in hand.

She gave herself a great pat on the back when she successfully managed to blink with him for the second time. And the third. And when he used the briefcase to teleport. By this point, she was light-headed and nursing her whimpering pup as she followed Five from a distance. She had no idea where or when they were, but judging by the cars people drove and the hairstyles they wore, she wasn’t in the sixties anymore. Most likely the late seventies or early eighties, she assumed.

Setting Mr Pennycrumb on the ground, (Y/N) grabbed hold of his leash and kept a close eye on her love as she blended in as a teenage girl, in outdated clothing, walking her puppy towards an inn. After watching Five enter, she walked onto the porch and sat herself in one of the rocking chairs. She tapped her fingers and toes to the rhythm of the upbeat polka music sounding from the inside. To pass the time, she reviewed tricks with Mr Pennycrumb, clapping and excitedly petting him in praise whenever he’d succeed. What the puppy expected, though, was a treat. It was then that she realized neither of them had eaten in quite some time.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, baby…” She whispered to the pup, who only whined and pawed at her ankles. Huffing, she jumped to her feet and led the two of them inside. Everyone seemed to be dressed for polka dancing, considering their attire and the music playing from a nearby room. With a polka party, there had to be food. Turning to her left, she was met with a nest of blonde curls. “Excuse me, ma’am?”

“Well, hi there,” The woman looked up with a jolly smile. “I just told the young man before you, we don’t put out the cookies until three.”

“That’s amazing,” (Y/N) smiled. “I was actually wondering where the… polka dancing takes place.”

The woman assessed the young girl with a raised brow. “Very… interesting choice of clothing. And I’m afraid we can’t allow the dog.”

“Ah- Yes, my mom’s actually in there with my clothes. I just need to find her and change. And this is her… service dog.”

“He looks a little young to be a service dog, sweetie.”

“That’s what I told the doctor,” (Y/N) chuckled, smiling down at her pup. “But he does his job very well for the cute little thing he is. However, he cannot do his job if he isn’t at my mom’s side, so…”

Sighing, the woman gestured to her left. “All the way down that hall, dear. Just keep an eye on the dog, will ya?”

“Of course. Thank you.” She nodded before leading her and Pennycrumb in the direction of the room jumping with cheery music and the clicking of dancing feet. She found herself a table in the corner of the room after meandering her way past attendees. Just as she sat herself down, she was greeted by smiling faces, allowing them to gush over and pet her puppy. This eventually resulted in them wanting to feed him their scraps of food, much to her delight.

(Y/N) helped herself to the buffet as she watched the door carefully, wanting to keep an eye on Five’s whereabouts. What she didn’t expect after eating the majority of her plate was to be pulled onto the dance floor. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she genuinely had a blast learning to polka dance, as embarrassing as it was to her. She caught on rather quickly and allowed herself three dances before she politely excused herself, collected her dog, and crept out of the room. Just as she entered the hall again, she saw the blonde attendant from earlier storming away from a broken vending machine and into a room for a meeting labeled ‘Midwest Soybean Society’.

That doesn’t even sound like a real thing, she thought. That must be where the board is meeting.

Deciding to wait out Five’s ‘work’, she strolled over to the vending machine, wincing at the broken glass that once contained the delicious snacks inside. Squinting her eyes, she noticed a certain candy bar, the Fudge Nutter, was leaning just out of its slot. It was just hanging by a thread. That’s when (Y/N) realized, Five hadn’t eaten in a while either. This must’ve been his doing. Using her foot, she kicked the glass out of the way and stuck her hand in, plucking the candy out of its place and pocketing it. Just when she did so, she heard Mr Pennycrumb’s barks aimed in front of them. (Y/N) blinked at the sight before her.

A man- could she even call him that? - with a fish tank holding a goldfish for a head came running in her direction in a panicked hurry, huffing and puffing through what looked to be an intercom of some sort. Tightening her hold on the leash, she swirled her way in front of the fish-man any time he’d change his direction. “Out of my way!” He hissed, but (Y/N) continued to block his path until Five blinked right in front of her. From where she stood behind him, she saw that he was drenched in blood and could only imagine what he looked like from the front. The boy clutched a paddle in his hands, his movements fidgeting. The fish-man gasped in shock at the boy. “Surely, we can come to some form of agreement that benefits both parties,” His British accent quivered. “Quid pro quo? What do you say?”

“Why not?” Five shrugged. “Here’s your quid.” The boy swung the paddle into the man’s side, eliciting a shriek from him. “Here’s your pro.” Then to his leg, sending him to his knees. “And here’s your quo.”

“No! No! Please, don’t!” He whimpered as Five aimed the paddle to his glass tank containing the goldfish. “No!” He cried as the boy smashed the paddle through the tank, glass shattering and water pouring all around. The body fell to the ground with a thud as well as the goldfish. Five loomed over the fish just as Mr Pennycrumb happily barked and skittered to the boy. Blinking, he turned to the dog in confusion.

“Mr Pennycrumb?” He whispered. From his peripheral, he spotted (Y/N) joining his side. “(Y/N), what are you doing here?! How did you even-”

“I’m surprised I made it this far,” She hummed and crouched down, a bag of water in her hand she had fetched the moment Five had blinked into the hallway. “No, baby, you just ate. You fatty.” She chuckled and gently pushed her very hyper golden retriever away, preventing him from gobbling down the fish.

Five watched as she delicately picked AJ up with her index finger and thumb, plopping him into the bag of water before holding it closed. “What’s the poor bastard’s name?” She asked and stood to her feet. Five let out a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling.

“AJ Carmichael…”

“Well, then… It’s nice to meet you, AJ.” She whispered to the bag. The teens quickly looked up when two giggling women exited the polka association room. They stopped in their tracks, observed the scene, and headed straight back inside without a word spoken. (Y/N) sighed and handed the bag over to her love before picking up her pup’s leash. “Oh! I almost forgot.” She perked up and fished the candy out of her pocket, tucking it into Five’s instead.

“For your hard work.”

“Thank you, my love.”

Not a word was spoken between the two after Five took them back to 1963 via the briefcase. “Why couldn’t we just use this to get back home?”

“Because of that,” He pointed to the case that sat on the gravel before them. It shook and sputtered and crackled, an electric blue light emanating and swallowing it whole until it was gone. “She’d never hand me a ticket out of here until she got what she wanted.”

“Yeah, I guess I should’ve thought of that…” (Y/N) whispered and turned away.

They stood in the middle of an alleyway, awaiting The Handler’s arrival as (Y/N) took her handkerchief out of her breast pocket and began ridding Five’s face of the blood splatter the best she could. His eyes wouldn’t meet hers no matter how hard she tried to capture them. She could practically see the gears turning in his head, with the way his brows scrunched and his bloodied fingers rubbed against each other. Once she finished what she could of his face, she gently took his hands in hers and cleaned those as well. Their eyes finally met, both pairs filled with concern for the other, just before the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard.

The Handler, in all her glory, walked towards the two, briefcase in hand. Five wouldn’t even face her, even went as far as to keep his back towards her even after she stopped to stand in front of (Y/N). “We meet again, dear.”

“I had a feeling…”

“Do you bring the mutt everywhere you go?”

(Y/N) shrugged at her pet, who was busy scratching himself behind his ear. The Handler hummed and turned to Five. “Well?”

Without a word, the boy stretched his arm that held the bag behind him. The Handler gasped and set the briefcase down, moving her veil out of the way and taking the bag into her hands. She cackled, cooed and sighed at poor AJ before settling her sights on Five, who was now turned to face her. “You know, you’re really starting to fill out those tight little shorts of yours. Isn’t he, (Y/N)?”

Said girl only watched her love, who looked anywhere but at her. She realized he was ashamed, he was regretful. The Handler frowned at him, hand on her hip. “What’s wrong with him? He’s never this quiet after a job like this. I thought you’d be buzzing after this morning’s slaughter, Five.”

“All this killing,” Five sighed. “I’m done with it.”

The Handler raised her brows and moved forward, going to caress his cheek as she usually did, but (Y/N) stepped to his side, hand firmly on his arm. Chuckling, she turned back to Five. “Am I supposed to take that seriously?”

“What I did today, I did for my family. I did it to save the world.”

“Please. Spare me your little assassin with the heart of gold routine, will you?” She tapped his nose before picking up the briefcase and stretching it towards them. “Here. Per our agreement, this will get you, your siblings, and dear (Y/N) back to 2019.”

To spare him the humiliation of taking the briefcase, (Y/N) did it herself, glaring at the woman.

“You have ninety minutes.”

(Y/N)’s stomach dropped as Five snapped his head up. The Handler turned to walk away as he quickly followed her. “You said nothing about a time limit!”

Glancing at her watch, she smiled. “Actually, you have eighty-nine minutes and thirty seconds. Better hurry.”

“You fucking-”

“This is impossible, okay?!” Five interrupted (Y/N)’s insult in a panic. “My siblings are scattered across the city!”

“Nothing’s impossible. You proved that this morning when you killed the board.”

“I need more time.” Five rushed, glancing at his love for a moment, the girl clutching the briefcase in one hand, Pennycrumb’s leash in the other.

“Any more time, and people will start asking questions,” The Handler’s neutral tone contradicted Five’s rushed, panicked voice. “The sooner you get home and out of this time period, the better off we’ll both be, so ticktock, ticktock.”

Growling, Five charged up to (Y/N), the girl watching as the she-devil happily waved at them before Five blinked them out of the alleyway. The blood-scrawled message on Elliott’s floor was hard not to notice when they appeared in his home. (Y/N) widened her eyes at the message written in Swedish:

ÖGA FÖR ÖGA

Five snatched the briefcase from her hold and sighed before he hurried up the steps. (Y/N) followed close behind, the voices of Diego and Luther becoming more apparent the closer they got. Reaching the top of the stairs, they noticed a chair with a sheet-covered figure laying in it. (Y/N) dropped the leash and approached the chair, slowly uncovering the figure and gasping at the sight of a bloodied Elliott. His face was frozen in agony, the light within his dark eyes vanished. She and Five let out a simultaneous ‘damn’ before she covered him back up. “The three psychopaths…”

She looked up as Five wandered the lounge room, searching for a safe place to store the briefcase. As he did so, (Y/N) entered the kitchen, watching her brothers share a single brain cell.

“My name? Is, uh, Luther Hargreeves, and-”

Diego snatched the phone out of Luther’s hand and put it up to his own ear. “You killed one of ours, Olga,” The misinterpretation had (Y/N) rolling her eyes to the back of her head. “Now we’re coming after you. You will be dead by nightfall.”

“Hey!” Five called as he entered the kitchen, beginning to take off his blaser. “It’s Öga För Öga, idiots. Swedish for ‘an eye for an eye’.”

(Y/N) moved behind him and assisted in removing his blaser, glancing up at her brothers. “The Swedes killed Elliott. Not poor Olga.” As she pulled off Five’s vest for him, Diego slowly turned back towards the wall.

“Wrong number. Have a lovely day.” He smiled before hanging up the phone. (Y/N) scoffed and held the boy’s clothes out of his reach when he tried to take them.

“Shower.” She demanded, Five clenching his fists.

“(Y/N), we don’t have time-”

“We’ll have plenty of time. You shower while I wash the blood out.” She explained and began unbuttoning his dress shirt. Five gently swatted her hands away.

“I can undress myself!”

“Then hurry and give me your disgusting clothes!”

“Fine!”

Five scoffed and moved around his brothers, ignoring whatever they had been calling out to him. (Y/N) shook her head and set her love’s clothes into Elliott’s kitchen sink. Diego and Luther leaned against the counter on either side of her as she began washing the blood from the vest.

“You gonna explain what the hell happened?” Diego whispered.

“Why’s he covered in blood?” Luther leaned closer.

“I tried to clean it, I really did.” (Y/N) shrugged.

The brothers gave each other a look before moving their attention back to their sister. Luther cleared his throat. “How’d he, uh… get the blood on him?”

She didn’t give him an explanation, though, and picked up the pile of clothes Five had just dumped outside of the bathroom door before returning to the sink. When the two saw she wasn’t going to speak on Five’s behalf, they both sighed and left her to her work.

Despite his irritation, the boy couldn’t help the swelling of his heart when he cracked the bathroom door open to find his slightly damp, but clean clothes neatly folded on the floor. Grabbing the clothes, he quickly tugged the uniform back on, save for the tie and blaser. Swinging the door open, he was met with a smirking (Y/N). He rolled his eyes as she approached him, taking his tie and putting it on for him. “Doesn’t that make you feel a bit better?”

“No,” He mumbled, but caught the amusement in her eyes. “Maybe a little… but it doesn’t matter because we’re losing time.”

“Well, sorry for not wanting you to smell like you just killed twelve people.” She whispered and pecked his lips, exiting the bathroom after his tie was fastened. Glancing in the mirror, Five adjusted his clothes as Luther did the same just outside the bathroom.

“So, I found a way home.”

“What? How?”

“All the details are irrelevant, but… I made a deal to get back to our timeline.”

(Y/N) watched from the lounge room as the boys spoke, gently petting her dog. Diego joined in the conversation as he pulled a jacket on. “What about doomsday?”

“Won’t happen.”

“And the 2019 apocalypse?”

“Everything will be back to normal,” Five sighed and exited the bathroom, blaser in hand. “Now no more questions. We gotta go. We have to find the others, right? Luther, you get Allison. Diego, Klaus. I’ll get Vanya. Now, we meet back in the arrival alley in seventy-seven minutes.” He pulled on the blaser and picked up four watches, handing one to each person in the room. “I’ve synchronized these watches.”

(Y/N) stood to her feet once the watch was given to her. “Five, what should I do?” She raised her brows. Five shook his head and busied himself with fastening the watch on her wrist.

“Starlight, I want you to gather your things, say your goodbyes to Mr Pennycrumb, and meet back in the alleyway as soon as possible-”

“Wait, what? We’re leaving Penny?” She widened her eyes. Five exhaled through his nose and wordlessly nodded. “Five, why? N-Nothing will happen, he’s just a dog.”

His eyes flicked up to her when her voice broke, his hands coming up to hold her jaw. “He may be just a dog, Starlight, but he isn’t insignificant. Every little yawn he takes, every bark he makes… it all matters, okay? We can’t risk it. I know Mr Pennycrumb was a comfort for you and I’m so sorry… but we can’t take him.”

(Y/N) shakily inhaled, desperately trying to blink back the tears in her eyes, but Five saw them long before she even noticed. Glancing down, he saw the puppy chewing at the toe of his shoe. With the utmost care, Five picked the puppy up and placed him into her arms before leaning down to look into his eyes. “Thanks, buddy… for taking care of her,” He reached forward, Pennycrumb instantly nuzzling his nose into his hand. “You did what I couldn’t. And for that, I am eternally grateful. Goodbye, Mr Pennycrumb.”

“I’m glad you two met.” (Y/N) whispered. Five smiled and sweetly kissed her before stepping back. Clearing her throat, she held her puppy close and walked down the stairs. She only allowed herself to cry when she stepped outside, the door shutting behind her.

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Sariel’s 6✩ Inspiration: Waning Reminiscence [旧梦阑珊] Date Translation (Prologue)

“What else would you like me to say? That you're like a celestial being descended from the heavens?”

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I was woken up by the pleasant birdsongs.

Dazed, I saw the sunlight shining through the window frames, teacups that had been set out on the table, and the partially drawn gauze curtain that hung on the canopy of the bed.

MC: Oh, right… I'm on Lin Isle.

The birdsong outside only grew ever clearer and crisper, sounding in tandem with the rustling of leaves. I got out of bed, put myself together, and exited the room.

❖☆———————————★❖

The fresh air in the courtyard was cool and refreshing. 

Amidst the densely packed bamboo forest extends a long, narrow, cobblestone path, reaching out from its depths; and lying at the end of said path was a stone table along with a couple of stone chairs.

Sariel was currently seated within this undisturbed, ever-reaching, greenery. He was dressed in an unlined, dark-coloured, Chinese-style, upper garment with a couple of white cranes in mid-flight embroidered onto it; the cuffs of his sleeves were decorated with a multitude of green lotus leaf patterns. 

Caught in a trance, the sight before me looked everything like a picturesque scene right out of an artwork dating hundreds of years ago.

Sariel: Awake at long last?

MC: Mmhm. Sariel? What's with the way you're dressed an-

I sat down across from him. But, a crimson cheongsam was pushed forward before I could even finish my sentence.

MC: A cheongsam? For me?

Sariel: Do you see anyone else here?

MC: But I have my own clothes to wear… Actually, why are you wearing a Gua Shan?*

Sariel: The Spirit Tribe on Lin Isle has been cut off from the world for almost a hundred years. Hence, their impression of the Human World has been stuck where they left off.

Sariel: If you do not wish to be the focus of the entire Isle, so as to speak, then go get changed.

MC: I see.

I nodded, picking up the cheongsam set out on the table. There were a couple of red plums embroidered onto the red brocade. The cuffs were rimmed gold and the curves were done smoothly and elegantly. It wasn't even the slightest bit old-fashioned or outdated in design.

MC: Did you make this?

Sariel: Yes.

MC: You seemed to really know your way around this place when you brought me here last night. And now you've procured me an outfit of your own making...

MC: Sariel? Is this your home in Lin Isle?

Sariel: It's only a place to stop at.

MC: Doesn't that make it home?

I had some doubts about it all, but Sariel didn't say anything, merely pointing at the cheongsam he'd set out.

Sariel: Why are you asking so many questions? Hurry and go get changed.

MC: Ah…

I returned to the room to get changed before returning to where Sariel sat.

MC: I'm done changing! What do you think?

I rushed up to him, but Sariel only spared me a glance and nothing more.

Sariel: Passable.

MC: You always say that. "Passable", "not bad", "barely making the cut"...

Sariel: What else would you like me to say? That you're like a celestial being descended from the heavens?

MC: There's no need to exaggerate that badly. I just thought that maybe you could, you know, praise me a little once in a while?

I muttered under my breath, but I’d already gotten used to the way he brushed me off a long time ago. 

Actually, if Sariel were to say that I was akin to a celestial being that descended from the heavens, then there’d be a bigger problem and even more things to worry about.

I lowered my head to fix the hem of my outfit, only to find Sariel staring right at me when I looked back up.

MC: What?

Sariel: Crimson isn't too shabby on you.

Sariel: It suits you much more than I thought.

Saying so, he looked away. His lips were pressed into a thin line, but I could see a faint red creeping up the tips of his ears.

Astonished, I then realized that he’d complied with my prior request and delivered the praise I’d asked for after some serious consideration on his part.

MC: Thank you…

Sariel gave a light hum of approval. It was a long while before he spoke again.

Sariel: If you're done putting yourself together then let's go.

I followed closely behind him. His shirt fluttered in the wind, making the cranes embroidered onto it appear as if they were dancing.

❖☆———————————★❖

The landscape and architecture in Lin Isle looked much more quaint and natural compared to Shaqing Town. And, adding on to that was the fact that there weren’t many pedestrians out.

I watched everything around me with rapt curiosity. Everything here was new to me.

MC: Sariel, this wooden signboard doesn’t look all that old. Does it really date back to a hundred years?

MC: The curtains of that house look so beautiful! But the dyeing method’s a little odd. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it done that way before.

MC: Wow! Look at that tree…

Sariel: Shall I hold onto a small flag and explain everything here before finally taking photos of you for you as a souvenir?

I awkwardly withdrew my fingers that had been tugging at him every this way and that, shaking my head with utter seriousness.

MC: I'm not going to let my gaze wander anymore. I'm all for listening to the tour guide!

Sariel: And just WHO is your tour guide?

MC: You were the one to bring up the tour guide flags.

MC: We're going to go fetch the lizard now, right? Do you know where he is?

Sariel adjusted his sleeves, unfazed, looking like he couldn’t be bothered to pursue the matter anyway. He simply nodded.

Sariel: Of course.

MC: This place is so far from Guangqi City. I wonder what made such a small little lizard scamper all the way here...

Sariel: He comes here every month. I assure you that he's very used to it.

MC: He comes here every month? Then, why are we especially going to pick him up this time?

I was a little puzzled, but something suddenly clicked into my mind, making my eyes widen in realization.

MC: I remember now! You previously said that he'd gotten heart disease! Was he so sick that he collapsed!?

Sariel: Your ability for nonsensical thought seems to be growing stronger by the day.

Sariel: Heart disease? You've been watching too much TV.

MC: But that was what you said back then… Unless my memory is failing me…?

Sariel was taken aback, freezing for a while before a slight frown formed on his features. Yet… the expression on his face was anything but natural.

Sariel: Your memory is failing you.

Sariel: There's nothing wrong with him; in fact, he's more than fine-

Having reached that point, he suddenly stopped short, casting his gaze down onto the ground and appearing slightly worried.

Did I hit the bullseye? Although he’s not always a reliable owner, he does seem to be very worried about his little lizard.

I breathed a light sigh, tugging at his sleeve in a gesture of comfort.

MC: Don't worry. If he's sick, then all we have to do is to cure him of it, that's all. Plus, vets are really awesome these days.

MC: But… Should you guys be taking human medication? Like how you did back then...

Now that I mentioned it, I couldn’t help but think back to how frail he’d looked back when he was ill. That, and the two fluffy ears that had popped out.

The next second saw him flicking me lightly on the head.

Sariel: Please do refrain from making baseless and unnecessary associations.

MC: I-I'm not!

He didn’t bother to fuss with my guilty conscience about it, simply turning and walking away with a light hum of acknowledgement. I quickly followed after him.

❖☆———————————★❖

After passing several wooden houses and a stone bridge, we finally arrived at a tea house.

It stood three stories tall and sported gold cornices. It had lanterns hanging from its edges on all four sides, but there was no plaque on the door, so its name remained unknown.

Just as I was cautiously eyeing the mysterious tea house, an old lady dressed in a cheongsam and sporting a head full of silver hair opened the door, walking out.

She didn’t seem surprised to see us at all, making a beeline straight for Sariel.

Old Granny: So you did come back after all.

Sariel didn't speak, only choosing to nod in response.

Old Granny: And who's this young lady with you….?

MC: Hello, I'm (Y/n).

Old Granny: Yes, I'm aware.

She knew? Did Sariel mention me while talking to get in the past?

I shot Sariel a suspicious look, but he didn’t seem like he had any intention of introducing me to her, only peering inside the tea house.

Sariel: Where is he, Grandma Huai?

Grandma Huai: Inside.

Sariel: How's he?

Grandma Huai: Let's talk inside.

❖☆———————————★❖

Grandma Huai led us into the tea house. There were many tables and chairs spread out in the high-ceilinged area. There was only a sporadic amount of customers and waiters, all spread out around the area. And in the centre of it all was a stage that stood half a person high.

We walked to the back of the stage where a red cloth hung from the ceiling, secured with a bell, and partially obscuring the wooden door that stood behind it.

The wood grains of this wooden door was exceptionally peculiar. It was so very odd that I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to touch it. Suddenly, a strong wave of emotions surged through me, seizing my heart in its intensity.

MC: !?

I abruptly withdrew my hand, staring at the wooden door in slight apprehension.

MC: Um, is the little lizard really inside?

Grandma Huai: Little lizard? You're referring to.… Hahaha.

Grandma Huai: I can guess who you're referring to. He's inside, that's for sure.

MC: I sense that he's… fuming.

She was slightly astonished, but Sariel only frowned, calmly drawing me back behind him.

Grandma Huai: Wait. What do you mean by "sense"?

MC: I can’t explain it very well, but sometimes I can feel the emotions of others just like this...

MC: And for a moment there, I felt nothing but fury.

Grandma Huai gave a slight nod. Then, seemingly having made up her mind, she turned to ace Sariel with a serious expression.

Grandma Huai: The young lady’s a sharp one.

Grandma Huai: He has already degenerated so far that the pressure in his room is unable to be fully contained. I was only barely able to control him after much effort.

Sariel: What about the medicine?

Grandma Huai: I’ve already sent someone to the Kui Tower for medicine, but I’m sure it’ll be much easier to procure if you went there in person.

Sariel took one glance at the wooden door before lapsing into thought.

Quietly observing his expression, I decided to…

Should I bring my suggestion up to him?

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

✥ Choose your Ending:

END 1 | Choice: Do Nothing [都不做]

END 2 + 3 + 4 | Choice: Call Out [呼唤] ⊹Speak⊹

END 5 | Choice: Listen [倾听] ❖ASMR

END 6 + 7 | Choice: Heart-throb [心动] ✩Light & Night★

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Causation⊹ —————★❖

[regnantlight]

@lunaferrous​ sent:

“--Highness.” Peering over her shoulder, she abruptly cleared her throat and announced her presence, hopefully in a roundabout that was less likely to startle her, or send her flying out of her chair. She had only been in the library for a short while, perusing their engineering selection, their history of firearms and development… but what little they had publicly available left much to be desired. Not that she would expect as much from a country that was an alchemic power, but even then she couldn’t help but feel the least bit frustrated. Nothing was going right, trade talks had come to a standstill and it felt she had been hit by road blocks at every turn.

She couldn’t even drown her frustrations in her research, not going by the outdated texts they had in Central Library. Granted, that didn’t count what they had in the restricted area, but she wasn’t allowed access to it. Yet. As a foreign dignitary, her application took longer to process… or so they claimed. She was getting tired of running around and walking on eggshells, just to appease the generals and their delicate sensibilities. She sighed, gritting her teeth, wiping a hand upside her face and messing up her bangs, nearly ready to throw in the towel and call it a day as she returned her books back to the shelf.

As she exited the aisle, she noticed a young woman seated at the far end of the study area… wearing bright and ornate attire that was unlike any of the military uniforms she had seen. No, it wasn’t a military uniform. A gown, perhaps? It was then she saw an insignia, three golden triangles transposed into one.

Ah, right. She had heard gossip among Central Command that they had other foreign dignitaries visiting, and no doubt that this one here was a royal, a member of the royal family from the kingdom of Hyrule.

Maybe she could use her as a stepping stone, if nothing else borrow her influence, to drag the generals down by the collar and make them listen.

“... I apologize if I startled you.” After a moment of silence she spoke up again, her smile faint. “I don’t mean to intrude. I was merely curious as to what you might be researching, this late at night.”

    Why, it’s barely noon, Zelda nearly replied, but then she caught sight of the large windows that lined the wall behind her, and was met with a pitch black landscape dotted in glowing lights. She blinked, brows raising, and glanced to the clicking clock upon the wall. It was well past ten. 

     “Ah,” Zelda said instead, “I see. It seems I lost track of time.” She turned her attention back to the woman at hand. She wore no Amestrian uniform— not a State Alchemist, then. An attendant of the library, perhaps? No, Zelda decided in the same mental strand, she didn’t look the part. 

    In fact, while on the matter, she did not look very Amestrian. Oh, some features were there; the dark hair, the fair skin— but the eye shape was a bit different, the curve of her nose and the tone of her stare all pointing to a fellow foreigner. Upon closer inspection, Zelda supposed that the woman did look vaguely familiar, a face glanced down hallways or outside a window. 

    It was an important aspect of her duties, remembering faces. Zelda searched the confines of her memory for any little scrap of information. Amestris had attracted a string of foreign dignitaries as of late: there was the young crown prince of the eastern nation of Xing, a trade representative for the country of Aldasa, Hyrule’s own Princess and sole heir— there was another island nation that was currently visiting though, wasn’t there? The Alchemist who had given her a tour of the building had mentioned as much, noting the humor of two “islanders,” as he put it, coming to visit at the same time (for Hyrule was an island, albeit, a very large one.) 

     What had he called it...? 

     Britannia. That was it. The puzzle pieces began to fall into place, and Zelda offered the woman a smile in return. 

     “There is no apology necessary,” she said, closing her book with a slim finger serving as a mark as she tilted its title upwards. “Though I am afraid this is nothing terribly interesting. I am merely translating passages. This book is believed to be written by a tribe referred to as the Amora, the original residents of what is now Amestris. Please, correct me if I am wrong, but you are one of the visitors from Britannia, yes?” 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

When the Weight Comes Down - 5

Warnings: non-consent sex (series); some threats and mild aggression.

This is dark! (biker) Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Series Synopsis: Your father’s a drunk, your mother a recluse, and you’re just another small town girl in Birch.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown

Note: Hey. So first, thank you too everyone who has been commenting on this and sending asks. I’m excited that you’re excited and it’s very awesome and encouraging. It always makes things a bit easier especially as I haven’t managed much writing this week but things will get better right?

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter Five: Courage

Courage, my word It didn't come, it doesn't matter Courage, it couldn't come at a worse time

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Steve was as clueless in the shops as you, though a bit more confident. He asked for help from the employees but ended up opting for clothing you weren’t quite sure you liked. Short skirts, tight tops… You hadn’t been shopping outside a second-hand shop in, well, ever. 

He paid as you hid your discomfort. It was nice to look at new stuff but it felt wrong to have him pay for it. He didn’t seem to mind however as he ushered you along the endless mall pathways. 

You kept your head down as you neared a particular pink and black framed window. You were frightened as you passed the broad doorway and a woman in all black stopped you. You almost stumbled but Steve kept you on your feet.

“Excuse me, miss, we have a special promotion,” She stepped back and waved to a small wheel on a table. “Spin and win. Every spots a winner; five for twenty, half-off bra’s, buy one get one…”

“Not thank you,” You peeked past her to the lacy lingerie and blanched. “No I’m good.”

“Sure,” Steve said, “Go on. Spin.”

You took a breath. You really were starting to get annoyed by him. You wanted to roll your eyes but instead, you spun the wheel; five for twenty on panties. Great. She handed you the voucher and you thanked her. Steve was quick to go inside as you tarried behind.

“I don’t need any of this,” You kept your voice down as you followed. 

“You don’t know what you need.” 

He passed between the barely-clad mannequins and neared the drawered table of panties; none offered the same coverage as your high-waisted ones. Maybe you were a bit outdated but they all looked uncomfortable. He lifted a pair with no ass and held it up.

“Oh… no,” You uttered. “How about these?”

You held up some grey, sporty boy shorts. His brows knitted and he shook his head.

“Don’t you wanna look good for me, doll?”

You stared at him and set the panties back down. You crossed your arms and refused to look at any more. 

“No,” You whispered. 

He dropped the pair in his hands and turned to you suddenly. He leaned in as he lowered his voice. It was dangerous, angry.

“You gonna speak to me, you’re gonna talk so I can hear you,” He sneered. “And you’re gonna wear what I tell you.” He touched your chin and forced your head up. “Got it?”

“I don’t want any of this,” Your voice quavered. “I didn’t ask for it.”

“And I’m not asking you,” He hissed. “I’m not the asking type, you got me? I get what I want.”

“And what about…” Your voice trailed off and he squeezed your chin. “What about what I want?”

He smirked and shook his head. He let go of your chin and turned back to the table. He smacked your ass before he grabbed a pair of baby pink panties.

“You want me,” He said. “You just don’t get it, yet.”

You blinked and looked around. The sales attendant stood behind the desk and flipped through a glossy magazine. She glanced up and smiled at you and you quickly turned away. You slowly lifted the bags already in your hand and set them atop the piles of panties.

“I know what I want,” You let them go and spun on your heel.

You rushed between the tables of bras and panties as your heart raced. You stepped out into the bright lights of the main mall and turned to your left. You’d find the station and pay for a bus back to Birch; though that might not be for a couple hours. 

You sped up the further you got from the lingerie store and found yourself in a full out run. You didn’t know where you were going and were soon dizzy from the maze of the mall. You turned a corner and collided with something; rather someone.

Steve held the bags as he glared down at you. He grabbed your arm before you could get away and dragged you down a hallway marked emergency exit. His grip was painful as he dropped the bags and pinned you against the wall.

“You are… something else. That courage just comes out of nowhere.” He growled. “Now, I admire your gall but I don’t appreciate it.”

“Leave me alone, please,” You begged.

“You’re mine, you got that? Let me tell you a little about how that works. I wear this badge and I say what’s mine and no one else touches it. Only me.” He kept his arm across your chest. “Birch is a small fucking town, doll, and you got no way out. We both know it. So why don’t you enjoy what little you’ll get outta the shit hole.”

You gaped at him and pulled on his arm. He didn’t budge. You gave up and shook your head helplessly.

“First, you’re gonna apologise,” He said. “Then we’re gonna go back to that store and finish our shopping. You can try on a few things for me while we’re at it.”

You searched his face and he slowly drew his arm back and stood straight. You hugged yourself as you pushed away from the way. He watched you expectantly.

“I’m sorry,” You said quietly and he blinked. You raised your voice and repeated yourself.

“Good,” He nodded. “Now, I don’t wanna worry your ma too much so let’s stop dragging our asses.”

💀

Back in the shop, Steve picked out five pairs of panties then wandered along a wall of frillier attire. You cringed as you followed him. What would your mother think if she knew you were here? He grabbed a silky nightgown, little longer than a shirt and felt the creamy fabric.

“This one,” He handed it to you and grabbed a sheer romper. “Mmm, black or red?”

“Black?” You said. 

He gave you the red. He added a lacy set and strappy leather bodysuit. You struggled to balance them along with your bags of clothes. Resigned to his will, he had one of the women show you to the changing rooms. He sat on the bench amid the mirrored walls and tall stalls. He selected the silk piece and waited outside with the rest.

You pulled it on over your bra and panties. You couldn’t bear to look in the mirror and went to the door.

“It fits,” You called to him.

You heard a snicker and his boots. A tap on the door. “Open up, let me see.” He ordered.

The latch shook as you opened it. The moment it slid out of place he was pushing on the door. He slipped inside and shut the door behind him. You backed up until you were against the wall. He put his hands on his hips as he looked you over. He reached out and snapped your bra strap, visible beneath the lacy strap of the nightie.

“It would look better without that,” He said.

“I…” You pressed yourself to the wall as his fingers traced the line of your collar bone.

“Wear it tonight.” He stepped closer. He smelled of leather and something nicer. A pleasant woody scent. “You can send me a picture.”

“What?” 

“You’ll figure it out, doll,” He leaned in and kissed you; as deep as before as he pushed against you. He kissed you until he was breathless and you were weak. “I… can’t wait.”

You nodded dumbly. He tickled your arm and hummed. His blue eyes were dark. You crossed your arms to shield yourself.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” He stayed close. “It’ll get easier… once I show you how to be a good girl.”

You were speechless. He backed away slowly and sighed. He pulled the door open behind him, his eyes clung to you until he was on the other side. When he closed it, you let out your breath and braced yourself against the wall. What had you gotten yourself into?

💀

You shoved everything in a single bag before cramming it in the saddlebags on the back of Steve’s bike. He was happy enough with seeing the creamy nightie that he didn’t bother you much more than a few touches and kisses on your way out.

You were utterly confused and terrified. It wasn’t as if you’d never talked to men before but most of those you encountered were customers; harmless and often elderly. Married, most times. They never gave you a second glance and you never tried to make them do so. Perhaps it was fear of falling into a trap like your mother or your innate shyness holding you back. It was better to have the what if than a definite no.

Now you had caught the attention of a very bad men. The very type of man your mother warned you against, as hypocritical as that was. You didn’t know how and you weren’t sure about his determination. You only knew, it wasn’t good.

You straddled the bike behind him, impatient to get home. You were shivering by the time you got to Birch. As promised, thankfully, he drove up to your house. Unfortunately, your mother, ever in her crumbling castle, appeared at the window. Your father was on the porch drinking, sitting on the old stained sofa.

You got off and quickly undid your helmet and then the saddle bag. You traded the former for the shopping bag and said a swift goodbye. Steve kept you from walking away as he pulled you back to kiss you. You let him, embarrassed.

“I’ll text,” He said. 

“Okay,” You slowly backed away. “Um, I’ll try to answer. I’m still figuring it out.”

“Not that hard, doll,” He said. “I’ll see you around.”

He let you go and idled there as he watched you near the porch. Your father tossed his can as you climbed up the steps and he belched. 

“There’s the slut,” He yelled over and guffawed. “Always knew it.”

You flinched but ignored him as you continued to the door. You were used to his venom, he never had much to say to you and when he did, it was never nice. You could tell by the pile of empties that he was already deep in his daily stupor.

“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” He taunted as he rose. “Any daughter of mine ain’t gonna fuck those scum.”

Steve’s engine died. You froze and turned to your father as he staggered towards you. You backed up as he reached for you but he was stopped. Steve stepped between you and shoved him back. Your father fell on his ass.

“What the fuck?” He struggled to get back to his feet. “You get out of here, boy. Stop messing with my daughter.”

You mother opened the inside door and stood just behind the screen. She looked horrified. 

“You want me gone, you make me,” Steve crossed his arms. “Never had any problem with me or mine drinking at our hole.”

“Steve, please, he’s just drunk,” You touched his arm. “He gets like this.”

“I don’t care. All the easier to knock him on his ass,” Steve snarled.

“Please,” You squeezed his arm. “Steve. For me.”

He looked at you slowly and his expression softened. He took a breath and turned back to your father.

“If I hear you’re bothering her,” Steve jabbed a finger in the air. “I’ll come back and I won’t go till you can’t say anything else.”

“Big words,” Your father slurred.

“Pa,” You brushed past Steve and stopped your father from getting closer. “Stop. He’ll hurt you.”

“I’ll drag him through the dirt.” Your father barked.

“You can barely stand,” You argued. “Shut up and he’ll go.”

Your father shrugged you away and backed up. He bent to grab another beer from the case and dropped onto his couch. He scoffed as he opened the can.

“Fucking slut living under my roof,” He grumbled.

“Say it again.” Steve pushed past you in an instant. “Call her it again.”

He lifted your father by the scruff of his shirt and knocked the beer from his hand. He wriggled in Steve’s grasp as your mother finally came through the screen door.

“Stop!” She shouted. “Please…. Sir. Please, that’s my husband.”

Steve glanced between your parents and sighed. He let your father fall back to the couch. 

“Ma’am,” He nodded at your mother as he passed you. 

He touched your arm as he slipped past you and tramped down the crooked steps. He went to his bike and climbed on. 

“You just remember,” Steve called out as he shoved his key in. “There is no Birch without the club,”