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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 11 months

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Steddie Upside-down AU Part 16

Part 1 Part 15

Steve doesn’t know Eddie well enough to be able to tell if the way he’s bouncing is excitement or nerves. Either way, he’d all but bolted up to sprint to the phone hanging from the wall in the kitchen. It’s an ugly beige and has one of those chords that you can twirl around and around your fingers as you talk.

Steve and Will stand a few paces back, watching as Eddie picks up the phone, and presses it so hard into his ear that he’ll be able to hear the ocean out of it.

Eddie’s bouncing on his toes, but as the seconds tick by, he slows, then stops, heels planted to the ground. He hangs up the phone, hangs his head, planting his palms on the countertop like he needs its support to stay upright.

“He must be at work,” Eddie says.

Steve inches forward, laying his hand on Eddie’s shoulder and squeezing. The other boy takes a shuddering breath, before turning around, shrugging out of Steve’s hold.

“Do you want to try your parents?” he asks, looking Steve’s way.

He swallows the lump in his throat, forcing the words out. “Nah, they’re out of town.” He waves his hand breezily, like he couldn’t care less about his empty house. His absent parents. “Maybe we should try Will’s Mom again?”

Eddie’s eyes look sad and soulful, wet like Bambi’s. But he doesn’t say anything, just turns toward Will who’s still dawdling by the refrigerator. “We should try your Mom again,” he says. “But didn’t you say the Demogorgon came?”

Will wilts, the smile blooming on his face dropping before it’s even fully formed. “I think the phone got fried anyway.”

Steve’s not jealous of a pre-teen. Especially one trapped in a hell dimension being hunted by monsters. That’d be too fucked up to comprehend. “Dude, she loves you,” Steve says. “She definitely bought a new phone within like, thirty seconds.”

Will Byers beams, clearly a Momma’s boy through and through. Steve Harrington is not jealous, really. He’s not.

“How long ago did you talk to your Mom?” Eddie asks.

Will scuffs his already scuffed shoes against the carpet. “This morning, I think,” Will says. “But then the Demogorgon came, and I was running away when you found me.”

He says “found me” like Steve and Eddie are the best thing to ever happen to him. It runs through Steve like an electroshock, sends his skin buzzing in a way he can’t tell whether it’s invigorating or frying him from the inside out.

“Okay, so we should wait a little bit,” Eddie says, walking back and forth in front of them like a general to his soldiers. “Chill on our laurels, get some sleep, and come at this thing fresh eyed and bushy tailed tomorrow when the risk of Demogorgon sighting has gone down.”

Will bounces on his toes, once, twice, three times before seeming to catch himself. Oh, god. There are two of them. Steve may not survive long enough to meet Byers’ Mom, and it won’t be from a Demogorgon attack. It’ll be from two over-enthusiastic nerds.

Steve sighs. “What’re we going to do until then?” Steve asks. “It can’t be bedtime yet, just look at the sun.”

The twin looks of condescension he gets for that one are identical enough that he has to dig his teeth into the laugh that wants to burst out.

But then they look at each other, and it doesn’t seem all that funny anymore. Because Eddie’s smiling like the grinch right before he robbed all the who’s down in Whoville, and Will’s puppy-dog eyes could be charged as a lethal weapon.

“We could play D&D?” Will asks.

Steve groans slapping his hands over his face and rubbing them down harshly, even though the game is sort of fun. Even though it might be more fun with three people. Even though he was sold the moment that Will Byers looked at him with those eyes.

“Fine!” he says, throwing up his hands. “Let’s play your stupid nerd game.”

They gather around the coffee table, Eddie and Will leaning against the couch, Steve an island all on his own on the other side.

“Will, do you DM or should I?” Eddie asks, like the title is something grand to be bestowed upon someone. Like Will just got named Prom King and he’s asking if he wants the crown on his head.

“Maybe you can this time?” he asks, looking up at Eddie through his fringe.

Eddie nods. Steve settles his elbow on the table, sinking his cheek into his palm as the implications of “this time” run through his head.

“What’s your race?” Will asks, eyes glued to Steve.

Steve lifts his brow, shifting his gaze to where Eddie’s cringing away from Will. “We’ve, uh, sort of been playing with training wheels on?” he says, like it’s a question.

“Class?” Will asks, looking horrified. “Stats?” Eddie grimaces. Will sighs, turning back to Steve. “Do you have a character?”

“Sir Steven.”

“He’s definitely a human fighter,” Eddie mumbles, fidgeting with his rings like he’d committed some horrible sin.

“Okay, well, you’re supposed to roll the dice when you create a character so that you know how your character will react to things. Does that make sense?”

Steve nods even though it doesn’t, ignoring the way Eddie scoffs. Will fishes a little bag out of the pocket of his vest, dumping a pile of black dice. Steve recognizes the one with the twenty sides, but there’s a square one, a triangle one, and one shaped like a diamond he’s never seen before. He kind of wants to put them in his mouth, maybe swallow them.

Steve rolls a die for each stat, nodding along like it all makes sense. Eddie runs into his room for paper and a pencil, dutifully writing each number down.

When he passes the paper to Steve, he doesn’t know whether he should be insulted by the number for intelligence or flattered that Munson apparently thinks he’s charismatic. He keeps his mouth shut, not wanting to drop his score any lower.

Steve nods along while they discuss modifiers and alignments, but something of his confusion must show because Will and Eddie dial it back.

Will’s character is some sort of wizard who can cast spells and shit. He talks about his figurine, which Steve deduces is a little action figure like he saw in Munson’s room specific for his character, and the costume his Mom made for him to play, expression faraway.

They play. It’s more complicated this time, and when it becomes clear that Steve is struggling, Will scoots to the other side of the table to help point out which of the dice he should roll and what math he should be doing.

It’s fun, and they kick Xanthar’s ass, even if Steve’s pretty sure Eddie takes it easy on them. He tells himself it’s for Will’s sake, but the glimmer of humor in Eddie’s eyes makes it hard to hold onto that sentiment.

Will’s jaw-cracking yawn as they go over the story (campaign?) signals the end of the night. The poor kid’s eyes are drooping.

“Alright, bedtime for all the kiddies!” Eddie says, jumping up far too energetically for the end of the day they’ve had. “That means you, Harrington.”

The bed’s not big enough for all three of them, and Eddie’s bedroom doesn’t have enough floor space, so they huddle together in the living room. Will takes the couch after a thorough browbeating, huddled under two blankets and what must be Uncle Wayne’s pillow.

Steve and Eddie move the coffee table so they can sleep beside the couch, keeping their bodies between Will and the door. They make a nest of Eddie’s bedding and pillows.

Will’s breathing evens out quickly, poor kid. Steve stares at the ceiling. The silence drills into him until he can almost feel it, making him tense and tense until Eddie scoots close enough that their arms are touching.

The single point of contact seeps warmth into Steve’s bones. He closes his eyes, reveling in it.

“Should we really be wandering around with a child when there’s a monster running around?” Eddie asks, his breath whispering against the shell of Steve’s ear.

With his eyes closed, it’s easy to picture that thing, the Demogorgon. The way it’s claws curved, the way its face opens, and then opens again. The sound it makes. So, no. Steve doesn’t want that thing anywhere near the kid, but—

But.

“We’ve got to get him home, Munson.”

Eddie sighs, breath tickling the flyaways along Steve’s hairline. “Yeah,” he replies. “I guess we do.”

Steve falls asleep before Eddie moves back away, that single point of warmth following him into his dreams.

Part 17

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #my fic

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lokisremainingsanity · 3 months

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Wrecked

Chapter 1

König picks up a cute chick from her work, and he's finally got something sweet to hyper fixate on.

You get kidnapped by a wild wolf and no one's coming to save you.

(kudos to you if you've already started it on ao3)

~ ava!🍓

SecureTech Corps.

That’s what the sign reads on the building you’re walking into. You’ve been searching for a company that meets your needs after you finally got your bachelors in computer science. It’s a government building.. Or at least you think. That’s the conclusion you come to just because of the amount of guards in uniform you see around the perimeter, and the fancy ID’s you need to check in with.

Some software company that needs some projects done for them, computers fixed, and at the end of the day, just the job done. Vacations? They don’t mind. And that’s what you love best. It pays well, and everyone knows a stress free job with unlimited vacations and good pay makes a girl treat herself right.

You strut by the serious guards with a smile and a skip, your heels clicking and clacking all the way to your cubicle. Today is Wednesday, so of course, the outfit is a white dress shirt, a pink thigh-length skirt, and all the pink bracelets you own.

This time, you have a delivery. The note with the computer on your desk reads “Needs software work” in a hurried writing. You turn it on and start to do your thing. Jingling and shaking sounds fill the room, your bracelets continue to clash with your fast typing hands.

Another plus, no bitchy coworkers come at your ass for every little thing you do that they don't like. Every key typed deepens you concentration, and as you were about to end the code with a slash, everything went wild.

An explosion from downstairs shook the building. Fire can be seen rising from the windows. You look out the other wall length windows, and one second they were unbroken, unlike the opposing side of the room.

Next second, big masked men dressed in black are descending from above with ropes and shattering the glass with their entrance. Frightened, you took cover directly under your desk. The guards were fighting the strange intruders and while you couldn’t see them, you could hear the struggle, the gunfire, the thuds of bodies dropping. You think you’re hyperventilating, fuck, you can’t breathe. The next round of gunfire you hear has you shivering so hard you can hear your teeth clattering. You don’t know if it’s your bodily reaction or teargas, but tears start stinging in your eyes.

Everyone was being attacked by the ambushing soldiers and during that, they took in people for interrogation. While under your desk trying to hide, König spotted cute shiny beige heels with a pink bow at the tips and a singular pearl in the middle of the bow glimmering. He walked towards the desk and kneeled down with an arm on top of the desk, and found you, whimpering once you’ve been caught.

“Well hallo, Kätzchen '' you could hear the amusement in his voice. A cute shivering kitty crouched away, shivering with big wide eyes. The hand that's not on the table moves to touch you, but you immediately slither and drag yourself into the corner even further, your heels clink against the floor multiple times as you flail away from the intruder.

König wants to laugh at the sight. You look like Bambi's first time on ice, a baby fawn who knows nothing and can barely stand straight.

“Please” you don’t recognize your own voice, all small and frail. Hell, you don’t know what you’re begging for. Freedom? Mercy? A quick death? He’s.. observing you. Very intently. You don’t know why he hasn’t killed you yet for being associated with this company.

Does he want you to talk?

Admit to your apparent crimes?

“I… just.. Make it quick..” you stutter out.

“Make what quick?” his thick accent comes out as confused. “My.. death?” You can’t believe what’s coming out of your mouth, there’s no filter, you don’t know who’s piloting you but you feel utterly terrified and irrational.

“Why would I kill such a cute thing like you, Kätzchen, what a waste that would be, no?” Oh. Oh wow. What now? Flutter your lashes and agree? Oh yes, Mister Big Scary Military man, I’m too adorable to kill!

You lick your dry lips and let out a staggering sigh, “I’m with them…”

He lets out a loud, full belly laugh at what you just suggested. In the midst of gunfire and killing, he seems to find humor.

“Nein, you are not with them. You’re far too adorable for that line of work,” he chuckles, his amusement evident despite the chaos around you two. “Come out, schatzi, this is not where you belong.” the strange man with a low tone.

You don’t make a move, just simply ducking your head and looking up at him through your lashes with your non-blinking, frightened eyes. ‘You look like prey’ König thinks. You’re a little lamb and he’s the big bad wolf, simply pretending to play hero to manipulate you in your state of shock.

“Come out Kätzchen…” he speaks to you the way you would speak to a small stray cat.

You sniffle. He watches.

“Tut, störrische kleine Katze..” he mutters under his breath. What is he saying?

Suddenly, he stands up. You look at his khaki cargo pants and thick heavy boots, in question, when suddenly the dark corner you were in is unveiled. König lifts the desk up, and dumps it right behind him, papers scattered all over the glass-laden floor and a computer crashing down. The software problem now turned into a hardware problem for sure. He turns around to your unmoving figure, staring up at him in fear.

König crouches near you, and you fold your legs away from him. Your mind is running and your heart is racing, and you can tell your defense system has chosen flight over fight. Or maybe not.

“Kätzchen, this is for your own good…” he starts, before he scoops you up in his big arms. Suddenly you’re 7 feet up in the air.

Your legs are kicking and your arms are flailing. “NO, LET ME GO!” You scream out, desperation ringing in your voice.

You almost get a hit on him with those thick heels no matter how hard you fought, ultimately, one pinch to your neck from his thick fingers is all it took to render you still.

Dotted blackness filled your vision and your body went slack in his arms. “Shhh, Das ist es, gutes Mädchen."

When you wake up, you find yourself in a small white room. It’s mostly bare, and it looks like someone just slapped a mattress in the middle of it and a small rounded table with long legs and decided to throw you in. Your heels and jewelry have been taken off. Your hands go up in your hair to try to soothe the pounding headache you have. “Fuckk” you groan out tiredly. Deciding it's time to try and get up, your legs move slowly to balance you up but your feeble attempt is proven unsuccessful.

Downstairs, König hears a loud thud from the room he put you in. He’s immediately concerned and puts down the thick newspaper on the counter. “Scheiße, was hast du getan!” he’s grumbling under his breath like a mother who took her eye off her knowingly troublesome child as he makes his way up the stairs and straight to your room.

You haven’t gotten up yet. The embarrassment of your falling off a freaking mattress, not even a bed, has you late to regain your dignity. The door bursts open, and there stands a worried König in a wide stance. Of course, he finds no threat, but instead looks down to see you on the ground, cheek to the floor and heat spreading through your entire body. If the floor could eat you, you’d submit to it at this moment.

“Ahh, du ungeschicktes Kleines” he’s shaking his head disapprovingly while crouching down to carry you and he sits down on the mattress with you on his lap.

“What are you even saying?!” you try to put distance away from yourself and him but its useless.

König takes a finger and boops you right on the nose with it. “Clumsy.”

His laugh echoes through the room at your scrunched up face. “no” “Yes.” “I’m not clumsy. It’s your fault my legs are still paralyzed!” your words bashed him while your hands extended to point at your feet.

“Ja, you are right Kätzchen. And I will make sure to remedy your feet.” König declares adoringly. If he wasn’t your kidnapper, maybe you would have felt a little more touched by his tone. Wait, more?? Your heart skipped a beat when he laid you down slowly on the mattress while hovering over you, an action that could’ve been mistaken for something much more intimate.

König’s fingers skimmed down your arms, slowly, and once he was satisfied with his inspection for injuries there, he went back up to your neck.

Two thick fingers brushed against your pulse, and could feel your throbbing pulse. König’s eyes left your exposed neck to your eyes, which couldn’t lie to him. Just a second after eye contact, your heartbeat throbbed even faster and you both knew it.

“Are you nervous, Schatz?” he sounded fucking erotic when his thick accented voice dropped an octave.

“N..no”

“Hmm, perhaps aroused then?” he pretended to inquire but you could hear the teasing undertone.

You narrowed your eyes and shot back at him “Keep your hands to yourself, you creep!”

“Nein, how else would I attend to your needs? You’re now mine to take care of.” König replied with a chilling undertone, his gaze unyielding. “I-I don’t even know who you are”

"König," he said calmly, his voice a low rumble, "remember that name well, for it will be the only one you'll need to know from now on. You don't need to know who I am. Just know that I'll be the one in control now, taking care of everything... including you."

You couldn’t do anything but simply accept his advances. After a very thorough inspection of your upper body (you had to force yourself to try not to flinch when he prodded at your breasts, and even the slightest tensing had König checking the area again and again), he navigated his way down to your legs. Strong, huge hands held your small feet, and the sight had König looking like the beast and you, the beauty. At least to him. Both of his thumbs rubbed on your soles, and a little shiver made him avert his concentrated eyes from your feet to your eyes. “You can feel your feet now, Schatz?”

A meek nod was your answer.

Thankfully, he took it. You don’t understand why he’s acting like this. Suddenly extremely considerate of you. If you questioned it, you’re worried he’ll have a different mood swing.

“Gut.” his hands moved to your calves, thoroughly massaging them. The thick fingers pushing into your skin had goosebumps forming all over your body. König seemed to be taking his time molding your plush body, but when his eyes caught your thighs, he had another destination in mind.

Your legs are suddenly spread open, eagle style. An embarrassing gasp leaves your mouth and you instinctively try to close them back. That proves useless once König scoots up on his knees all the up against your bum. He lifts your thighs over his, and drags you slightly upwards on his open lap.

“I- I think this is rather unnecessary” would it even help to reason with this hard headed beast? “Nein, this is very necessary.” König easily replies. “I think not.” “I think yes.”

Are you really having this banter with your kidnapper right now?

You resort to folding your arms and frowning to hopefully regain your dignity and harden your stance.

‘Brat’ König thinks,

You continue to huff and pout.

‘Cute brat.’ his eyes don’t fail to show his amusement.

But you don’t have any more bite once he’s done entertaining your little pout show and grabs on your thighs, massaging them with strong purpose. You gained back feeling in your legs a while ago, and he knows this, but why would he stop once he got to the best part?

They’re so soft under his rough and blistered hands. Moldable, and warm. Maybe in time, König’s head will be there in place of his hands.

He swears this won’t be the last time he touches your thighs.

Tonight, he lets you sleep alone. In the plain room. He left but not before lifting your leg and placing a kiss on your knee, promising to see your lovely face tomorrow and wishing you goodnight.

You're left alone with your thoughts for the rest of the night. Replaying everything you’ve gone through in the last 24 hours.

The guards.

The bombs.

The fire, guns.

And, now ‘König’.

#konig x reader #cod fanfic #cod smut #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig smut

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meowlfoy · 3 months

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᱖ Guide to easy make up for beginners𐙚⋆.˚

Hi dear! I`m here to help you with beauty thinly and teach you basics in make up.

First of all, i want to say, that it`s totally normal to not know something or be kinda bad at. We all learn from the scratch and need to practice to becoming actually good at something.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

In this article i will give you step by step instruction and if it would be helpful, i can start writing more complex tutorials and guides.

So,

🎀 1.

𝜗୧ I always start with cleaning my face. My personal cleanser is Aesop. It`s gentle and works great for my skin, it also smells delicious.

💌 2.

𝜗୧ Then, i use moisturizer to make my skin more fresh and juicy for the day, since i will cover and maybe even close my pores with make-up.

🦢 3.

𝜗୧ Usually after that i use colour corrector (i`m asian, so i use blue one, but if you have redness, you need green one)

🫧 4.

𝜗୧ Now we can use foundation or cushion (ts lighter in my opinion) You can even use BB cream, if that`s what you prefer. I use little product to make my look most natural and just enough to make my tone smooth.

🌷 5.

𝜗୧ My personal choice is to do brows first, eyes later. My brow routine is simple, i use clear brow gel and just brush them, add little colour by mixing black and dark brown colours of eyeshadow (or when i find good brow pencil, i use graphite colour one)

🩹 5.1

𝜗୧ For eyes, it all depends on your look. If you, for example, going for something neutral, you need nude colours (beige, brown, creamy) For me, i love pastel pink and it shows in my daily life too. I use light pinks or creamy pinks, almost like my blush, but less bright.

🩰 6.

𝜗୧ Now the blush. I love this step, it`s so meditative for me and i use LOTS of product. I prefer liquid blush, i can blend it well and correct colour, so i would get what i want today.

🌸 7.

𝜗୧ Finally, lips. I use a brush to paint my lips. It helps me achieve that "just kissed and my lips still plump" look. My advice is to look for lipstick that goes good with your blush, almost like it`s the same, but not the same colour.

~🎀🫧

Now you know how to do basic make-up! Hope this guide was easy to understand and follow, and it helped someone.

Let me know if you want me to write about something specific.

xoxo, bambi 𐙚๋࣭⭑⋅˚♡.

#꒰ა dear diary ໒꒱#pink blog #that girl #beauty

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neopronouns · 9 months

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flag id: two flags with 6 stripes. the left flag's stripes are brown, faded pink-red, dull light pinkish-red, beige, light blue, and bright blue. the right flag's stripes are brown, faded pink-red, dull light pinkish-red, beige, soft indigo, and dark blue. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

bambi lesbimasc | bambi lesboy

bambi lesbimasc: a lesbimasc bambi lesbian; a lesbimasc person who prefers cuddles, kisses, etc. over sex

bambi lesboy: a bambi lesbian lesboy; a lesboy who prefers cuddles, kisses, etc. over sex

[pt: bambi lesbimasc: a lesbimasc bambi lesbian; a lesbimasc person who prefers cuddles, kisses, etc. over sex

bambi lesboy: a bambi lesbian lesboy; a lesboy who prefers cuddles, kisses, etc. over sex. end pt]

anon asked for a bambi lesbian lesbimasc term and i figured i'd do a lesboy term as well!

tags: @radiomogai | dni link

#bambi lesbimasc #bambi lesboy #bambi lesbian #lesboy #lesbimasc #my flags #my terms #new flag #new term #mogai flag #mogai term #mogai

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laurageto · 10 months

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Destiny's Knot Chp6 Gojo

Chp1/Chp2/Chp3/Chp4/Chp5

trigger warning, this story will contain: hardcore smut, death and childbirth

"Shoko can you get the door please?" The words managed to escape your mouth as your lips struggled to contain the bobby pins that were stuffed between them.

It was 7pm the evening before Riko's merger with Tengen and you'd promised her a night she wouldn't forget. You were going to deliver that promise no matter what - she deserved it.

"Well well.. it's a mess in here isn't it Y/n" Mei waltzed into the room with Utahime not far behind her. You raised your eyebrow at her before sliding the last bobby pin into Riko's thick black locks.

"Did you come here to criticise my cleanliness or did you come here to get drunk?"

Mei grinned before pulling out a large bottle of prosecco and shaking it gently.

The dormitory you shared with Shoko was fair sized, opening the front door lead you straight into the open living area, snug against the corner was a plump emerald couch with cushions scattered messily on its surface. A pale wooden chabudai was located directly in front of the seating area, books and snacks placed out for the guests.

Off of the living area were the doors to the girls individual bedrooms.

The TV hung neatly on the wall was set to a popular music channel, the melodic beat filling the room.

Shoko jumped onto the couch next to Riko who was stroking her freshly styled hair. "So.. any guys you've met so far that you think are cute?"

The young teen blushed "Umm.. well I was talking to Kento earlier.. he seems.."

"Yessss! Nanami is the best" Shoko cut her off excitedly "Plus you are totally his type"

"I need help" you groaned before they could finish their conversation.

"Which one?" You enquired to the group as you modeled the outfit options you'd managed to narrow down.

The first choice was a silk playsuit, the bust line plunged down to show the curves of your breasts. Over the top was a beige loose crushed velvet jacket with tan coloured thigh high boots.

Second option was a deep plum dress, the front panel covered you completely and wrapped around your neck like a choker. Both sides of the garment were cut out from thighs to waist with elasticated ribbon lacing the fabric to keep it in place. The laced area left not a lot to the imagination.

You topped the look off with silver strappy heels with laced ribbon wrapping up your calves.

All four girls gasped at the dress which made you grin. "This one then?"

"Absolutely. Suguru won't be able to keep his hands off you!" Mei purred.

"Satoru neither.." Shoko whispered to herself.

㊕

"Come on its almost 11.30" Utahime pointed her phone lock screen at the group trying to emphasize the time.

You'd agreed to meet the boys at Shochu Lounge by midnight. Earlier in the day you'd managed to convince Yu and Kento to join Suguru and Satoru on the night out. It wasn't usually their thing, especially Kento but when he realised it was for Riko, he quite quickly changed his mind.

Between the five of you, you'd managed to consume six bottles of wine with layers of tequila shots between rounds courtesy of Mei. She was such a pusher when it came to drinking.

You were all absolutely buzzing, the mood was high and you all looked incredible.

The club was only a short walk away but that didn't stop Riko almost tripping multiple times along the way. It was clear she'd never had alcohol before, or worn a pair of heels for that matter. It was like taking a trip with Bambi!

After what felt like a lifetime you made it to the entrance of the club, the bouncer checked you and your friends id's before lifting the roped barrier and allowing you to pass.

The heat of the nightspot hit you instantly, a mixture of people's perfumes and alcohol filling your senses. Schochu Lounge's main dance floor was down a flight of stairs, you laughed with the girls as you made your way in.

㊕

"What's the point in us being on time if they're always late!" Satoru grumbled as he tapped loudly on this phone, he was going to be sure you'd have loads of irritating WhatsApp messages to read in the morning as karma for the delay.

Suguru leant back on the stone wall in the corridor that lead to the stairs, his beautiful ebony hair neatly tied in it's standard bun. It was slightly cooler there than being in the thick of the club. Kento patiently waited with the pair as Yu had disappeared to the bar to order some drinks.

"They'll be here Satoru.." he soothed.

Just as the words left his lips the girls familiar giggles echoed down the stairwell.

Suguru pushed himself off the wall and Satoru slowly slid the phone into his pocket. Their eyes fixated on the girl leading the group.

You.

Your delicate heels tapped on each step, flaunting your beautifully polished toes. Satin ribbons wrapped around your smooth calves, the strobe lighting causing your skin to shine like supple butter. The deep amethyst dress clung to your hips and waist revealing the curves you hid under your usual uniform. Your slender fingers clasped a satin grey clutch bag, the outfit made your Tatsuya branding very obvious but you didn't care.

The brand was a burn you received as a child, an initiation into dragon mastery. It was a traditional dragon that wrapped from finger around the wrist and up the forearm. To most it looked like a cool tattoo completed with blush ink but your friends knew otherwise.

Your hair was long and thick, one side you'd braided into a french plait along your scalp which lead into the other side which was left flowing down to your hips with some gentle waves running through it.

Satoru licked his dry lips, it felt like all of the moisture had left his mouth. His aqua iris' scoured every inch of your body. He was so desperately hungry for you. His muscles tensed as he resisted the urge to shove every person out of the way and show you exactly who you were meant to be with.

But he couldn't. He would never force your feelings. He wouldn't hurt Suguru.

His needs weren't important.

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ephemeral-lace · 1 year

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Other than Jaska, use white, beige, and brown to emphasize the print. Daily introduction of fashionable people who gather at Salon de Chateau!

Himerika (From Kanagawa prefecture, currently living in Japan) 25 years old, web designer, 163cm Today's fashion theme Bambi-chan in summer Hat ● MorunxMuunaStoik Blouse, jumper skirt ● BABY, THE STARS SHINE BRIGHT Bracelet ● COLD SLEEP Ring ● Q-pot

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cryptid-agere · 2 years

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Jonathan Byers agere headcanons:

Age range: 1-4 (he's just a lil guy).

Very shy and sleepy when regressed, tends to keep to himself.

Enjoys watching programs like Sesame Street when he's extra small and shows like Scooby Doo when he's a bit bigger.

Loves having his hair brushed, it makes him feel comfortable and cared for.

Please give him cuddles, lil guy just wants to be held <3.

He has a stuffed animal of Thumper from Bambi which he likes to have when small.

He also has a toy camera which he likes to take pictures with.

I personally hc Jonathan as autistic so I can see him stimming a lot more when regressed, especially if he's watching something funny.

Jonathan also does get overwhelmed a lot easier when regressed so keeping him in a quiet space with soft lighting is the best call.

Likes to wear soft beige clothes to feel less overwhelmed.

That's pretty much it!! I hope you enjoyed the headcanons! <3

Feel free to send in any questions you have, I'd love to answer them! : )

#sfw agere #sfw age regression #age regression #agere #sfw regression #agere headcanons #stranger things #stranger things agere #little jonathan byers #jonathan byers agere #little!jonathan byers #little!jonathan

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wish-grantzed · 2 years

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CINCCINO PROFILE LAYOUTS

✉ || Cinccino | Tumblr Layout | Gift for Bambi

✉ || psd: Beige n Cream, 108

#Profile Layout #Completed Edit #Pokemon #Cinccino

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themaethpost · 1 year

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Now Presenting: Atlas Zieragh, the artist.

Full name: (Ophelia) Atlas Zieragh.

Pronouns: They/He/She.

Age: 23 years old.

Birthday: April 5th.

Sexual orientation: Queer.

Familiar: Poppy, the hedgehog.

Personality.

Birth chart (big three): Aries Sun, Cancer Moon, Gemini Rising.

MBTI: ISFP-A.

Patron Arcana: The Sun.

Upright: success, clarity, positivity, conscious.

Reversed: negativity, depression, sadness, pessimism.

Minor Arcana: Page of Cups.

Upright: happy surprise, inner child, intuition.

Reversed: immaturity, escapism, leaving reality for fantasy.

Likes: Looking down from their balcony to all the people coming and going from Draigh’s tavern, spending more than three hours in the local library investigating magical creatures, buying big white canvases to fill out their home with art, how their hands had been permanently stained by of all the oil painting and pigments they work with, when Poppy sits on their forehead and they fall asleep together in bed, the colour yellow, cutting their own hair at 2 a.m, white wine, stealing their brother’s suspenders (Can they buy one? Yes. But it’s not the same), visiting their mom and making dinner for her.

Dislikes: Seeing their mom really tired after a long day at the hospital, when they forget to bring more logs for the fireplace so they have to go out in the middle of the night, the Maethisse forest after 9 p.m, being woken up abruptly, when their hair tangles while they’re sleeping, spilled paint on the floor, crowded places, people who disrespect animals and magical creatures, when they can get the proportions of said animals and creatures right when they’re drawing them in their investigation diaries, when strangers refer to them with feminine terms (only okay if they’re comfortable with you and the role that they play in your life).

Abilities: A wonderful archer (they’d make a great hunter but they refuse to harm any animals), speaks three languages like their brother: maethel, vesuvian and hjallen, such a talented artist, an okay flute player, they learned so they could play alongside their siblings for their mom but it’s not like it’s they favourite thing in the world, an expert flirt.

Favourite food: Scrambled eggs with spinach.

Favourite drink: Just water, please... Oh wait, you have white wine?

Favourite flower: Daffodils.

Appearance.

Height: 5’6 or 167 cm.

Weight: 145 lbs or 66 kgs.

Hair: Short, kinda frizzy, with remarkable curls that distinguishes them. They don’t like long hair on themself and frankly, they don’t pay much attention to it, they just know they have to wash it at least three times a week and that’s all.

Eyes: Big brown bambi-like eyes with long eyelashes that reflect such a kind and playful stare, they squint a lot because even if their sight is not as bad as their older brother, they still have to use glasses from time to time to rest their eyes after spending hours and hours working on a painting.

General description: They have a very proud facade, they walk with confidence everywhere they go. Their fingers are long and skinny and they adorn them with rings just like their sister. A bit of a resting bitch face, but don’t worry, they’re super friendly. Long legs with bruises on their knees from sitting on them when they’re at the library reading. Has a scar on their left forearm.

Fashion sense: Only two words would describe her sense of style perfectly and those are “light academia”. They love to be comfortable but at the same time, their strong demeanour needs to be obvious so what could be more fantastic for them than to look respectable but also soft? A wardrobe full of beige colours, whites and greens. Not a big fan of very bright fabrics and they would only wear them when Isabella needs a live mannequin to work on her projects.

A brief look into her life.

Occupation: They’re an artist, they sell their paintings and take commissions, and you know they are very talented because the Countess of Vesuvia asked for them to make an abstract piece for one of their rooms in the Palace but that doesn’t happen very often so they work with Draigh in the tavern on weekends.

Love interest: Petra Moretti.

Family and friends:

Isabella Zieragh, sister.

Thomas Zieragh, brother.

Galiere Zieragh, mother.

Anelisse Zieragh, aunt.

Federico Bianchi, father.

Anshelinah Circe, best friend.

Draigh Tolmach, close friend.

Salice Halloway, sister-in-law.

Kumagai Shuhei, bother-in-law.

Miscellaneous facts:

They’re very close to their mom, Galiere. Maybe they feel like they have to be present to make up for all of those years where they couldn’t be together as much as they would’ve liked.

They got into art at the age of five and used to gift little pieces of paper and cloth stained with different colours to their family.

Spent almost seven years of their life secretly crushing on a girl.

They love when people call them by their second name. They think it fits them very well.

Touched a poisonous frog once and had to be rushed to the emergency room, it was a close call...

#the maeth post #oc #world building #atlas zieragh

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