#hence the makeup and cute skirt

[daydreamxsimmer]

"So how about this? You let me go. Nothing explodes. And I'll send your regards to Angel when I catch up with her."

Isabella Reyes - Kapoor (she/her) - a straight A student turned master thief and now secret agent. She wears many faces, does she even know who she really is anymore?

[my mc from @scribble-games 's 180 Files: The Aegis Project ]

[hallowclave]

Small but knowing wxs

[wonysugar]

babydaddy jang wonyoung

now where do i even start with this…?? so much to unpack here

tags: lactation kink, breeding kink(?), g!p wonyoung, reader is a few months pregnant, the baby isn’t born yet this is simply wony shenanigans before that human being is fully formed!

wedding was lovely, cake was delectable, WIFE WAS PRETTY?? you were thriving

and luckily for you, on the honeymoon she just went batshit crazy on you, no really, she did! first 5 minutes upon walking into the hotel room and she was already deep inside you, fucking you ass up as she moaned out your name with pride,,, also making you uncover your mouth to hear every single one of your sounds coming out of your mouth, in unison with hers, lowkey wanting to show off to everyone in the other rooms that she was making you feel soooo good? she’s fucking her wife better than they ever would theirs, cause she’s… she’s rather competitive, you see! yes it made you rather shy, but it never hurt to step out of your comfort zone every once in a while!!

hence why, being married to wonyoung for over two years now, you’ve allowed yourself to be more open to things and experiment a lot more with her, you did things you wouldn’t necessarily do with her when you guys were dating,, for example, cockwarming! aheheh naturally

like… walking in on her doing her cute girly makeup in your guys’ room and then randomly asking her if you can sit on her cock later?? oh she gets hard on the spot i fear… and you obviously notice it and giggle to yourself; it’s poking right out of her skirt, how could you not notice it?

obviously, intrigued by the ideas you get and willing to do anything to please you, she always accepts. so, obviously, the cockwarming wasn’t an exception.

watching a horror movie on the couch and casually sitting on her hard cock, nonchalantly focused on the tv as if you weren’t literally SITTING ON HER? anywho, you were doing okay, just having a fun time and enjoying the film! she, on the other hand, was fighting only god knows what as she desperately tried not to grab you by the sides and just mindlessly pound into you. the way your walls clenched onto her whenever she moved around a tiny bit?? she was LOSING ITTT i tell you,,, so when a random jumpscare startled the both of you and caused you to jump, it was really hard to keep it in. ESPECIALLY with all of the thoughts she was getting of filling you up right then and there,,, not caring about the consequences,,

so she didn’t!! lol

if you asked her about it now, she’d cover her burning face and call it embarrassing, but yes; feeling you move around on her dick at that moment made her feel so good that she just couldn’t hold it in, she shot her load inside you.

it’s important to note that she was NOT wearing a condom! i mean, why would she?? you thought she was gonna be able to keep it together, you’re just watching a movie, after all! so why would she wear a condom for this?? you laughed it off and properly fucked her as an apology that day afterwards lol everything was fine and dandy

until the answer to that question came back up to you about three weeks later!!

womp womp guess tf what bitch!! you’re pregnant with jang wonyoung’s baby

“…what?” she stared at you blankly, still trying to process the crucial piece of information you just dropped on her on a random tuesday morning.

you sighed, trying to hide your nervousness, “that’s what the test says—“

“baby what do you mean you’re pregnant???”

now what?? no genuinely.. wonyoung’s panicking, you’re panicking, what the fuck were you supposed to do? were you guys even ready to have a child?? you had to worry about that just cause of a silly idea you had originally, you didn’t think it would end up this bad????

but turns out that it actually WASN’T as bad! considering you guys had enough money, a house in a safe environment, it was gonna work out. plus, it’s not like your sex life deteriorated. quite the opposite in fact, considering she… for some reason… found you so much sexier a few months into your pregnancy?

oh don’t get her wrong she’s always found you hot as all hell all throughout your relationship, but pregnant??? that turned on a switch she didn’t even know existed. watching you take off your tanktop before getting into bed led her to secretly thinking about all sorts of things, things you’d do to her, things she’d to you. lots of things!

until it wasn’t so secret anymore.

“my love, what do you think breast milk tastes like?”

you almost choke on your glass of water, furrowing your eyebrows at her, “…what??? i— i don’t know?” you laughed, before joking, “if you’re really that curious, you could always try and see for yourself, wonyoung.”

she didn’t take that as a joke, and you knew that.

the way her cock went rigid to the mere thought told you everything you needed to know.

so! being the amazing wife that you are, you let her try it. you let her suck on your tits during sex until milk leaked from her mouth. it was a cute request, so how could you say no to that? especially with how excited she seemed.

giving you hickeys everywhere around your neck and collarbone, eventually going down to your chest which has been restricted territory for a while, until now, of course. her tongue impatiently roaming around your tits, you could feel her slightly poking at your leg. it was adorable.

she got so into it, she’d nod eagerly whenever you said something similar to “does my pretty princess want mommy’s milk? hm?” looking up at you with desperate eyes as she whined against your soft skin.

and so she’d pull away from your chest minutes later, your milk coating her lips and slightly leaking from her mouth; what a sight. it got you so inexplicably turned on that you couldn’t keep waiting, you just had to ride her.

“c-come on baby, put another baby inside me, yeah?” was what’d you say as she moaned and grunted your name! :]

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ferris wheel. |r.c. - nsfw|

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‘wear that skirt i like. nothing under it. be ready in 15 mins.’ you looked at your phone to see a text from your boyfriend. 

rafe always gave you more than 15 minutes to get ready as he liked you looking ‘perfect’. with that in mind, you jumped up from where you were sitting and started to get ready. 

you knew exactly the skirt he was talking about. it was a white pleated mini skirt. if you bent over your full ass would be showing - hence why rafe liked it so much. but usually you wear it with a thong as to not be completely exposed. 

but you did as instructed and paired the skirt with a cute blue spaghetti strap tank top. you grabbed some sneakers to match and started to do light makeup since you didn’t have that much time. after you finished your makeup, you fixed your hair and looked at the time. 

rafe would be at your doorstep any minute so you spritzed on some perfume that he loved and your diamond r necklace. 

sure enough, rafe rang the doorbell and you went to greet him. you opened the door and his eyes raked up your body. “you look good baby.” he smiled and kissed you. the kiss was more passionate than you were expecting and it went straight to your core. 

you blushed when he pulled off and smirked, he took his thumb and brushed it against your bottom lip, “fix your lips in the car. may have smeared it.”

“ugh my hard work!” you joked, grabbing his hand and walking to his truck. 

as always, he opened the door for you and waited for you to get in. 

once he was in and on the road, his hand went to your thigh and gently squeezed. “you do what i ask sweetheart?” he asked, starting to gently pull your thighs apart. 

you knew what he wanted so you spread them wide. rafe grinned as his hand touched your exposed cunt, “good girl.”

he ran one finger through your folds and softly against your clit, only for a moment before returning his hand to your thigh. you whined at the loss of sensation especially since you were wet from the kiss. 

“where we goin anyway?” you asked, squeezing your thighs back together to try and dull the ache. 

“you’ll see. it’s gonna be fun.” he said.

a few minutes later you were pulling up to a carnival. your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at him. 

“i saw it driving home and wanted to take you. thought it’d be a cute date.” rafe said shrugging and getting out of the car to open your door. you didn’t know it but rafe had ulterior motives involving the ferris wheel. 

your stomach sank a little as you approached it, “rafeeeee, you know i’m scared of heights.” you pouted. 

he didn’t say anything, he just led you onto the ferris wheel. since it had a bench on each side, you first sat down across from rafe. 

once the door was clicked into a locking position, rafe eyed you and said, “you won’t even notice how high up we are. i promise.”

the ride started to move and you grasped the ledge. rafe’s eyes gleamed, “you know what? come sit on my lap. i’ll hold you baby.”

before the ride started again, you switched sides and tightened your grip on the edge. you sat down on his lap and rafe let out a breath. “atta girl.” he said, putting his hand on your thigh and pulling it open. 

“rafe, someone’s gonna see.”you groaned, still obeying him and letting them fall open. 

“you think i care?” was all his response was as one hand fell in between your legs. he kissed the side of your neck, causing you to shiver a little, “now relax baby.” he ordered. 

you relaxed into him and his hand began to rub slow circles over your clit. he took his time before dipping one finger in your tight cunt. you groaned as he did and he chuckled, “all wet and ready for daddy, huh sweetheart?”

you nodded as he began to pump his finger in and out, unable to come up with words. rafe clearly didn’t like this, he liked when you vocalized even when you couldn’t form cohesive sentences. “fuckin say it then,” he tone was quick and impatient. 

“always ready for you daddy.” you said quickly, not wanting him to stop. 

he began to pump quicker, adding a second finger. you moaned louder and the ride stopped again. “cum for daddy, princess.”

with those words, you release came crashing over you and you moaned out his name. you could feel rafe getting hard under you. 

normally he’d give you a second to recover but you didn’t have the luxury of time as you were on a ride that was timed. 

“lift your hips up for me baby.” you did as told even though you were slightly dazed. 

while the ride was still stopped, rafe undid his shorts and pulled his dick out. he swiftly pulled you down on top of him making you gasp as he entered you all at once. 

you adjusted quickly and began to move your hips eliciting a groan from rafe. his hands went to your hips to help you be able to lift up and down. 

you began to ride him, causing the ride itself to shake. “goddamn baby, just like that. you’re so perfect.”

hearing his praise made your stomach coil, threatening to release again. you were desperate to turn around and face him so you could kiss him but then it would be blatantly obvious what the two of you were doing. 

his lips found your neck again and sucked a dark mark onto it. you whimpered a little, and paused your movements. rafe took the opportunity to thrust up into you. he steadied your hips and drilled into you, "bout to fill you up princess." he said in a low voice.

those words made your pussy clench which made rafe groan and bite down on your neck as he came inside of you. this pushed you fully over the edge and you soaked his cock, whimpering.

"did so good for me baby." he murmured and then nodded his head, "and look, you made it to the top and you're fine." you were in fact, now on the descent.

he smacked the outside of your thigh and nudged you with his hips to pull off of him. you slid next to him and he put his arm around your shoulder.

you squeezed your thighs together to try and keep the cum from running out.

the two of you got off the ride and rafe smacked your ass as you walked ahead of him, "which ride should i fuck you on next?" he teased, catching up and taking your hand.

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A Japanese street fashion most commonly associated with Rococo and Victorian clothing. Its most well known for its very lacy and ruffled trims and extremely ornate patterns (usually ranging from sweets to cute animals). Also, please note that the fashion has no association with the novel of the same name and the same name is merely a coincidence. Other substyles of Lollita includes, from goth to punk to the very ornate Hime Lollita. This fashion style is all about the desexualization of femininity and appealing to your inner fancy princess.

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Decora-Kei

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And now, an essay about Dot Warner because I have nothing better to do

In the series bible for Animaniacs, Dot is described as:

"everything that all animated female characters have never been"

Was that true at the time?

I think so, and Here's Why

Before I begin, I'd like to mention this is mostly gonna revolve around western animation...and by "western" I mean "not anime". Okay? OK.

Part 1 : Her design

I'll start by comparing Dot's design to the design of many other female animal cartoon characters that came before her, because a lot of them are...not great. For context, Animaniacs (and therefore Dot herself) debuted in 1993. At the time (and after) when it came to animal cartoon characters, guys would often be designed as "the default" or "the norm", and girls would be given extra visual signifiers to make it clear that they are, in fact, girls. Stuff like human-like hair, and/or really long eyelashes, and/or human-like body parts such as hips and breasts so they needed to be fully clothed, and/or smaller noses and mouths than the guys to make them look "cuter", and/or permanent makeup, etc.

Let's take The Chipettes for example:

They barely look like chipmunks! They're basically human girls with chipmunk noses! Their-I guess it's probably fur-looks pale enough to pass as white skin, they have human lips, even human hair. Their hair doesn't even match their "fur" colour, which makes it look like skin even more. I know it's a cartoon, I don't expect them to resemble real chipmunks completely, but I should still be able to recognise them as chipmunks, shouldn't I? Just look at them compared to the boys, it's jarring:

Although at least in their case, both the guys and girls are in full outfits rather than just the girls.

Gadget's probably another one of the best examples (pre-1993) of what I'm talking about (she has human hair and a more human-like body and hence needs a full outfit, meanwhile Chip and Dale do not), but Toodles is also a pretty good example (she has smaller, more human hands than Tom's, permanent makeup, really long eyelashes, and her figure even more human than Tom's). Even if they weren't in full outfits they usually were made to look more human:

Female animals were constantly given more human attributes than the guys, usually just to make them look "prettier". Honestly a lot of female animal characters are still designed this way.

Meanwhile guys can look as cartoony as possible and go around in half-complete outfits no problem, because they were drawn to be funny talking animals, not conventionally attractive human/animal hybrids:

Then in some cases they'd just take one of the pre-existing male characters, add a bow or skirt or eyelashes or something, and BOOM! A "new" character:

Yeah they have no human hair and have cartoony proportions, just like the guys...but they didn't have to make them look just like the guys to do that. I prefer these over the previous examples but...actually creative designs would be nice.

Now let's look at Dot:

See this? This is nice.

She has no human hair (the hair on her head is just more of her fur), no permanent makeup, no eyelashes needed to signify "she's the girl" (she's only drawn with eyelashes for comedic effect or when she's trying to look extra cute), no curves or hips, and isn't fully clothed and goes around with no shirt like Yakko, because she's a funny talking animal and should look like one, not a human girl.

Now let's compare her to her brothers:

She's a different height, has no whiskers, a slightly different head shape, and has longer but not human-like hair. She looks similar enough to look related to them, but she's not just Yakko or Wakko in a skirt.

For this section I'm mostly just talking about animated animal characters, but I also want to mention that even with human characters male leads often were allowed to look round or blocky or basically any body type, and didn't have to look conventionally attractive; but female leads were almost never designed to look as cartoony, and were often drawn to look as conventionally attractive or cute as possible by being given more (even if just slightly) realistic proportions, and were usually of the same body type.

Now, the three human examples I showed aren't actually bad designs. Honestly, on their own, they're good designs! But they're once again showing that there was a clear difference regarding how guys were drawn vs how girls were drawn.

Dot's cute but they don't draw her anymore realistically than they do her brothers nor is her cuteness over-exaggerated by giving her more human attributes than necessary to make her as conventionally pretty as possible. She's anthropomorphic, but no more so than her brothers.

Part 2 : Her personality

Now, there were of female leads before Dot where the tropes I mentioned don't apply and whose designs are unique, like for example Olive Oyl, who's allowed to look wacky (stick thin and not curvy, lanky with noodle arms, circular head, large hands and feet) and Penelope Pussycat, who's allowed to look like an anthropomorphic, but still cartoony cat and not too human. So what I talked about before wasn't the case every time.

But then you have to consider their personalities (or sometimes, lack thereof).

Many animated female leads were flat characters compared to the male leads, often because they fell under cliché tropes.

Some of the most prominent being: the token love interest, the eye candy, the damsel in distress, or the sensible one because "girl", who would often mostly just exist to set up punchlines the male characters would deliver.

Of course this didn't apply to every animated female lead, especially not by the early 90's, but it was still the norm.

Even Babs Bunny, who predates and is similar to Dot whilst being a good character in her own right, falls under the token love interest trope (also her design is basically a pink Buster in bows, although in her case that was intentional given that their "No relation" catchphrase was meant to poke fun at the "male and female love interests look and are even named suspiciously similarly" trope, so for her it works). Basically in some cases they'd just staple these tropes onto decent characters who didn't really need them.

However, Dot doesn't fall under any of these categories. She's the younger sister so obviously she couldn't be a love interest, I just went over the fact that she wasn't designed to be eye candy, just cute but not in an over-exaggerated way, and she wasn't just cute to look appealing. Her cuteness benefited her character; either by the shock value of seeing a cute little girl swear or scare Satan or something like that, or by Dot using her cuteness fool foes (or at least make them look bad). She could hold her own in any situation and although both her and her brothers were captured a few times on the show, they escaped pretty easily each time. The one time she alone got kidnapped she basically saved herself, so I wouldn't count her as a damsel in distress because it never really feels like she's in real danger; the audience knows she's got this.

Most of all, she was definitely not the sensible one of the group. Sure she'd get annoyed when Yakko and Wakko did the Hello Nurse bit, but she was just as bad, and would react the same way whenever she came across a cute guy. She was of course written this way on purpose, she is very bit as wacky and silly and chaotic as her brothers. It didn't matter that she was the "cute one", she would go off-model if it meant she could make a funnier face. She'd gladly join in on tormenting their "special friends", without worrying about if their feelings got hurt or preaching that they should all try to get along. She'd gladly indulge in excessive violence. She'd gladly mess about and wreak havoc just as much as her brothers. I'm all for smart female characters (Dot is smart after all), but in a main group of guys and at least one girl, a girl doesn't have to be the sensible one every time.

It's no secret that Dot was written to be feminine. At the time, characters that were written to be very feminine often were written to fit within gender norms, meaning many were: passive, demure, soft-spoken, gentle, wide-eyed and innocent, and/or sensitive, etc; or at the very least more so than the masculine characters.

But Dot just wasn't any of those things. She was assertive, confident and acerbic, loud and outspoken, often acted more violent and angry then her brothers, witty, is as lustful and dirty-minded as her brothers, and doesn't get her feelings hurt easily and will instead pretend to be extremely upset/hurt for sympathy or for dramatic effect.

Before and around about the time of Dot's debut, if animated female leads were given personalities that broke many gender norms (and that already wasn't too common), they'd usually be tomboys. Now let me be clear, there is nothing wrong with tomboys. They're just as valid as girly girls and deserve to be and should be depicted in a positive light in animation, but this perpetuated the idea that to be tough and/or wacky, you had to be masculine, which just isn't true.

Dot was wacky and tough but still feminine and was by no means a tomboy, and I think that's important! She liked to look pretty, she liked pink and dresses and flowers, but she also made silly faces, liked to play rough and was more than willing to beat the living daylights out of someone who was asking for it.

Female characters in cartoons often either had decent personalities but their designs were lacklustre, or vice versa. Sometimes both their designs and personalities were lacklustre. Sometimes neither was a problem but their character was held back by having some trope forced onto them because "girl". Dot was a (at the time) rare case of none being the case whilst not having to sacrifice her femininity to be wild and strong.

Part 3 : Her role

By 1993, even if a female character had a good and unique design that didn't come with double standards and had a well-written personality that didn't submit to too many gender stereotypes, they were often:

A - An antagonist

I'm not saying these characters aren't bad people, but a lot of the time when we did get a fun female character, she was a villain.

Also (for this next point I'm not really talking about the three examples above), sometimes they were the only female characters in their show/movie/etc to go against gender stereotypes, which just perpetuates the idea that female characters breaking gender norms is wrong.

B - Essentially a clone of a male character

They'd act exactly like one of the male leads with minimal personality differences (those differences usually being more gender stereotypes) between the two, if there were any; again perpetuating the idea you had to be masculine to be wacky and/or tough.

Basically a distaff counterpart, or a half-identical twin, stuff like that.

C - Less important

Even when we did get a well-written, well designed female animated character who didn't fall under tropes associated with gender stereotypes, chances were she'd be a side character, or at the very least perceived as less important than the male leads.

I'll just use one example for this section since it's a lot more broad in terms of scope; Granny from Looney Tunes. She's one of the most well known female Looney Tunes characters, but even she was never really the "star" of the cartoons she was in. They're not called "Sylvester, Tweety, and Granny" cartoons, they're called "Sylvester and Tweety" cartoons. Even the show that was about Granny solving mysteries, what was it called?

But Dot doesn't fall under any of these categories. She's not a side character, she's not even a tritagonist, she's a protagonist. Yakko may have been the leader, but all the Warners acted as a unit and were presented as just important as each other. We call them "Yakko, Wakko and Dot", "The Warner Brothers, and the Warner Sister", etc.

I've already mentioned that's she's not designed as a clone of Yakko or Wakko, but she also had a distinct personality. She was more anger-prone than Yakko, she was wittier than Wakko, and she had a way bigger ego than both of them combined!

Dot's definitely not an antagonist, she wasn't a saint and she may have been chaotic, but you're meant to root for her. The people she and her brothers would go up against in their cartoons were often jerks, bullies, pompous, etc. Meanwhile the Warners had a strong sense of justice and morality. They weren't malicious (to people who didn't bother them at least), they just liked acting silly. When viewers saw Dot unapologetically being herself without conforming completely to how society thinks a cute little girl should act like, they weren't meant to hate her or love to hate her or anything like that, they were just meant to like her and laugh.

Part 4 : Today

There will probably always be room for improvement when it comes to female representation in cartoons, I mean, a lot of the tropes I mentioned are still commonly used (although I must stress that not all of them are inherently bad). However, it's better today than it was back then. We've gotten tons of well designed female leads over the past 30 years with three-dimensional personalities, ones who are gender non-conforming but still heroic, or who are strong but still feminine, or who are allowed to look and act as wacky as the guys on their show (if not more so), you get the idea.

I'm not saying Dot is the first good animated female character (or that her character was handled perfectly in the original Animaniacs-it wasn't), we all know that's not true, but she defied many tropes that so many animated female characters before her fell under, through her design, personality AND role. Notice that a lot of other animated female leads that also do that (both the examples I gave and any extra ones that you can think of) most likely debuted after Dot did.

To be 100% honest, you could argue that, even as of 1993 (or I guess 1991 considering that's when the series bible was written), describing Dot as "everything that all animated female characters have never been" is debatable, but I do think there was some truth to that statement at the time. I can't say for sure that she was a trend setter when it came to how girls in cartoons were handled, but I'll always appreciate the fact that her character turned out the way it did in spite of when she was created.

[sleepysloth99]

Hey yall, I don't know if anyone knows about these games. They're called Lacey's Games. I feel like I should address a few things about it.

For those of you who don't know, Lacey's Games is an old flash game horror series about this girl, the one in the picture, named Lacey and with a series of games depicting her in various scenarios. Each scenario is similar to an early 2000s flash game made for girls such as makeup games, dress-up games, cooking games, etcetera. However, each game holds a dark lore to it. A dark lore that I will explain as gently as I can. I need to address this to give context to anyone, seeing this explaining the issue.

TW BEFORE I START EXPLAINING THE LORE:

The following contains topics that may be upsetting to some readers. Lacey's Games deals with topics such as child abuse, child SA, animal abuse, gore, body horror, stalking, and suicide. Viewers' discretion is advised.

Lacey's Games has a total of 4 games. Each game depicts Lacey, the protagionist, in a variety of scenarios with lore to it. We'll start off with Lacey's Wardrobe. In this game, Lacey has 3 places to go to. She has to go to a park for a picnic, then she has to go shopping at the mall, and lastly, she has a date with "the cutest guy." You as the player, has to help her find cute outfits to wear.

The gameplay itself is very simple. Customize Lacey however you like with shirts, pants, skirts, accessories, shoes or heels, and various hairstyles. As you go through each stage, you'll notice a man in the background standing and staring at Lacey. This is a stalker who is the same guy Lacey is supposed to date. By the end of the game, Lacey gets dressed after she begs the player not to let her out since she knows her fate. Then she is murdered and dismembered by the stalker.

The face of the stalker is shown with the description: "I ate her remains so that we will be together forever. I love you, Lacey." The game takes us back to the main screen.

Now onto the second game. Lacey's Diner. This one follows with the player helping Lacey cook a meal for the guests. If the player fails, they will find Lacey having a mental breakdown and commanding the player to give her a variety of ingredients. Each ingredient contains a disturbing entry. The ingredients are labled as:

Cigarette butts

A dead cockroach

Meth

Broken glass

Pornography

Used condom

Uncle

I won't show the image of each ingredient, but I will give you all the most of the descriptions and entries of the ingredients.

Cigarette Butts-"These moments were hard to forget because they were superglued from my heels to my thighs and not even the strongest bird beak could peck it off. the smoke tinted me in grey forever and it made me tear up so much I almost cried in front of him once. Never again."

A dead cockroach-"First they dominated the ceiling of my room. But then I started seeing them everywhere bugs and bites and dirt and ash and vomit where they shouldn't have been. They were all cloudy but crisp and very jumpy and I wanted to suck it all inside of me like a reverse frog dissection and end it all for once."

Pornography-"Face sucked by the static, the grains tickled uncle's eyes with pleasure. He was the same as me but didn't want to admit it. he lived in a world of his own where he was desirable and sensual and he got so used to his lies that he believed what the computer would whisper into his ear

The rest of the ingredients had a few entries. The broken glass talked about self mutilation, the meth had the name "Rocio" on it (keep that in mind, this'll be relevant later on.) The used condom talked in disturbing detail of child SA. Hence why I didn't want to post the transcriptions since I got extremely uncomfortable. But if anyone wants more info, they can always find it. The transcriptions I provided were copypasted from the Fandom Wiki.

The final ingredient, Uncle, shows a clip of a man showing his face. A man who is clearly supposed to be Lacey's uncle. What's interesting however, is that the clip doesn't look stylized at all. It looks like a real clip of someone was used and placed into the game. But Lacey's Diner goes deeper into Lacey's backstory where she was physically, mentally, and sexually abused by her uncle and kept in unsanitary conditions. The game ends with Lacey committing suicide after she makes the statement:

"This is all I have and the customers are hungry and unforgiving."

Someone commented on this statement on a YouTube video analyzing this game series saying: "As a woman, this hit me a lot harder."

And I can understand it. If I reflect upon my experiences with girlhood from childhood to teenagehood as well as past crime cases I have studied, it is clear to me that this quote from Lacey is a whole lot more than a server being abused by her workers. Lacey is a young girl who is being pressured to serve guests. All she has is her ingredients, the key ingredient is herself, the very embodiment of the horrors so many girls ad women are subjected to in their own homes. She is all she has, and all the clients do is take and take. If she fails to fulfill their desires for "food," she will be punished for it. Sound familiar?

I think Lacey's Diner isn't a diner. I think this is a metaphor for a girl being subjected to abuse and trying to appease her abusers in a desperate attempt to earn a living and to leave her uncle once and for all. When she serves a dish with her dead uncle in it, the restaurant closes down due to sanitary issues. But I don't think the broken glass, used condom, and other ingredients were placed for shock value. I think this was the developers' way of conveying Lacey's lore. Well, one of the developers, at least. More on that later, onto the next game.

Lacey's Petshop is the 3rd game that starts off much differently than the others. It starts off with Lacey listening to her MP3 where Grace, one of the developers of the game, is interviewed by another woman. The audio talks about Grace being unaware of the content riddled in these games until she received angry messages from parents complaining about the horrific themes their children were exposed to. Grace initially didn't believe it until she played it for herself.

At this point of the post it's worth noting that there are 2 developers. Grace, the clueless developer, and Rocio Yani. Remember the name, Rocio? Rocio is a drug used to relieve stomach aches. This name could be found in Lacey's Diner after putting the "Meth" ingredient into the bowl. Rocio isn't just the name of a medication, it's also the name of the 2nd developer. Considering how Grace didn't know what was in the games, it tells me that the developers were not on the same page with the content in Lacey's Games. In fact, it tells me that Rocio added this without Grace's knowledge. Furthermore, Grace also made remarks dismissing Rocio's odd behaviors, including her screaming and mentally breaking down while she worked on Lacey's Games. She would brush off Rocio's behaviors with "she was just crazy" or "she was weird."

The game itself shows Lacey getting pets perfected for their owners. The first owner wanted her dog washed and trimmed, the second wanted her cat's fur dyed purple, wearing red contacts, and with shades, the third wanted his bird trimmed, dyed, and wearing boots, then the fourth wanted her hampster's neck stretched out with pliers until it curved, then the fifth wanted his tortoise to have dentures so it can "smile at me," and lastly, the sixth one wanted his bunny's limbs cut off.

The game then distorts and becomes a point-and-click adventure game where you enter a distorted retelling of Lacey's childhood house. When the player steps into the dining room area, they will find pig humanoid creatures eating flowers. Presumably, the pigs symbolize her uncle, considering the fact that Lacey calls her uncle a pig. Interestingly enough, the pig creaures were eating flowers. One user online speculated that it could symbolize "deflowering" someone. Which, sadly aligns with the evidence the previous game provided. The player continues exploring the house until Lacey sits in a cage and says how "It hurts so comfortably."

This is trauma worded in the most... beautiful and authentic way possible. Coming from someone with trauma of her own, I understand the sentiment behind the sentence. The abuse Lacey faced scarred her, but it's all she's accustomed to. This is her normal. Everyone wants familiarity, that's what makes comfort. Normal is comfort. No matter the circumstances, normalcy is a sense of comfort. As a result, Lacey takes a form of comfort in the awful environment and abusive patterns she us subjected to because that is her normal. It's such a raw sentence that tells me that one of the developers, presumably Rocio, has faced this trauma. Given the fact that Grace didn't know the content Rocio added, and the mental breakdowns Rocio had that Grace previously mentioned, it appears to me that Rocio Yani made Lacey and Lacey's lore based on herself.

There was also the video clip of someone, presumably Rocio, saying in Lacey's reflection:

"These are the real girls' games. Not those lies that they tell you."

I think Rocio made all of this additional content in Lacey's Games as a way to warn young girls the dangers of girlhood. Stalking, SA, all of the things girls are subjected to and come to learn are common experiences amongst each other. I feel like Rocio put these into her games to vent about what happened to her. Which begs the question as to why I wrote this post.

I feel like with a project as sensitive as Lacey's Games, where events are so closely intertwined with real life events and are based on past experiences of the developer, we can't exactly treat Lacey's Games as a regular fandom. By that I mean, I feel like we can't ship, cosplay, edit, or make headcanons the way we can with other fandom since it's so personal.

Of course, internet's gonna internet. But what I'm saying is that we oughta be ethical and respectful to Rocio. If Grace herself doesn't even know if Rocio's alive and Rocio vanished after making all of that for Lacey, then it's clear to me that Rocio is a traumatized individual who suffered the many horrors of girlhood and projected it onto Lacey. Hence why we should really think before we post when it comes to Lacey's Games. Handle it with care. It's the least we can do for Rocio Yani. Thank you all for your time.

[kazuahhh]

For ayen <3 made a lil smt for one of my babygirls :)

not proof read so beware of typos !!

@yieieieieieien sana kiligin ka ulit

looking at the time, it reads 5:16, you scurried along to get ready for your date with your boyfriend, a top-notch worldwide soccer star, meguru bachira. dating him wasn't easy, the cameras and the medias are your biggest enemy. he's always on the week's news and magazines, despite that, he never let them get to you. rather, he always shields you out from the outside world, hence as to why the both of you are still headstrong.

you got out of the shower, after that, you dried your hair and curled it on the ends. you just wore light makeup, deciding on a pink denim skirt that's somewhat flowy and reaches mid-thighs, along with a coquette-like design top, with leg warmers and a pair of maryjanes. few minutes passed by and you heard the doorbell rang.

indicating that bachira is here to pick you up. you sprayed on some perfume and opened the door. welcoming in the sight of him dressed in a comfy loose jeans and a plain white shirt, along with a pairing Celine teddy jacket in textured wool, of course, a designer's.

he greeted in the sight of you, completely taken away, you look so pretty, so cute, all dolled up just for him. "look so pretty f' me, baby," he grins, giving you a chaste kiss. "and you, as well, bachi." letting out a giggle, you quickly enveloped him in a hug, taking in his vanilla scent, finding comfort in his embrace. he quickly wrapped both of his arms around you, bending his head down to nuzzle it in your neck. taking in your scent aswell.

"always so good f' me, yeah? you'll always be my princess, love you sooo much," he pressed a few kiss in your neck. "of course, bachi, will always be yours," you cupped his cheeks, giving him a kiss on the lips. but he managed to catch your neck before you could pull away. pressing you in for a deep kiss. you let out a gasp and he took the chance to slip his tongue in your mouth, licking and sucking on your tongue. he pulled away when he noticed you're running out of breathe, giving one last kiss.

"c'mon princess, wouldn't wanna get late for the shows," he walked you over to the passenger seat of his McLauren, he opened the car door for you, tucking in your seat belt, pressing in a kiss on your cheeks before going over to the driver's side. you took in the interior of the car, it's nice and neat, well kept. he started the engine and the atmosphere was comfortably silent, his other hand on your thighs and the other on the driving wheel. making him look extra attractive.

"what's up, baby? am i that interesting?" you quickly looked away a tint of pink in your cheeks, caught in the action of checking him out. "w-what are you on?" giggling slightly to yourself, finding the little interaction between the both of you cute and wholesome. "you know you could've just said you wanted kisses baby," he grins, looking at you, stopping at the red light sign. he leaned over to give you a sloppy kiss, pressing his lips on the corner of both of your lips. both of your cheeks, on the nose, and on the forehead. "satisfied now? angel got what she wanted," you let out a hum in satisfaction, you know no words were needed.

a while later, the both of you have arrived at the mall (arcade). "bachi! bachi! look! i wanna try that one!" you squealed, dragging him by his hand. "hold on 'yen, let me exchange the money first, then, we can try out whatever you want to? alright? be a good girl." "okay. but be fast," you demanded. "alright, pretty princess." he ruffled your hair and run over the counter.

it wasn't long before he got back. "let's go now, yeah?" "HELL YEAH!" you cheered. the both of you went to the claw machine, failing to get one for yourself, bachira had to meddle himself in. winning the bunny plushie plus sized you've been eyeing. another claw machine, and another. a smile garnering the both of your lips from ear to ear.

after that, bachira got out of his way to put the won stuffed toys at the arcade.

[zebrabaker]

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

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

We'll start with Gabriel's.

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

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

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

As for Azi...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bluekittyworld]

There is Karma [Chapter 2]

Masterlist

Chapter 1, Chapter 3

It had been a few days since your volunteering, you were in group chat with the rest of the volunteers, you clicked on Yoongi’s picture and added his number to your contacts. You have been seriously considering messaging him, but you don’t want to seem crazy, and if you do message him, what will you even say? Things are getting busy at work as the fiscal year is coming to an end, you decide it’s best not to say anything for now. 

Ding

You heard your phone, but you were in an online meeting with your stakeholders from Japan, you couldn’t check your phone immediately.

Ding

Ding

Ding

Ding

You were curious who was sending you all these messages, nobody messaged you like this. The meeting had another 5 minutes, you thanked God that the Japanese were strict on time, meaning this meeting will actually end in 5 minutes.

Finally, you had the chance to check your phone.

You have been added to a group chat.

You saw that Sora had made a separate group chat from the main chat, with you, Yoongi, Yeonjun and herself.

Sora: So guys, I made this chat, maybe we can volunteer again as a team, there’s many opportunities posted on the main chat, let me know if anything interests anyone

‘Yeonjun Set the name of the group chat to Dream Team ☆’

Yoongi: Sure.

Yeonjun: How about we all volunteer at the Hope orphanage this coming Sunday?

Nobody had responded, Sunday was one of your free days.

You: Yes, sounds great, what time?

Yeonjun: Awesome, 11:30am

Yeonjun: Sora? Yoongi?

You could see double blue ticks on your message, Yoongi had read it, why wasn’t he replying, you were starting to feel a little anxious, hoping he would agree.

Sora: Yes, I’ll see you guys there!!! Sooo excited!!

You felt a little relaxed, your new friend Sora will be there at least, you reacted with a thumbs up on her message and put your phone down to focus on your work.

 A few hours had passed, it was almost 6pm, you normally left work around 6:30pm, since you were feeling a little peckish you decided to leave a little earlier, to grab something to eat before you called it a day.

You opened the group chat, still no response from Yoongi. Just then as on cue:

Yoongi: I am busy in the morning, but I can join at 12:30pm.

A smile plastered your face as you were exiting your office building.

Finally it was D-day, you’ll get to see Yoongi today. You got dressed in mid-length pale pink pleated skirt, a white shirt, white trainers and a pale pink cardigan, it was a little chilly today. You did your hair and makeup, then messaged Sora that you are on your way.

When you arrived, Sora was already in the parking lot.

“_____! You’re here! Yeonjun is going to be little late, we’ll go first?”

You exchanged your greetings, it was nice to always see Sora being cheerful, you never really had friend like her, she was sweet, kind, and genuine. On the contrary, you were never genuine, you didn’t care about others in the past, you used to be self-centred hence having no friendships for many years until you met Sora.

You were preparing a snacks table for the children; Sora was decorating the room with bunting and balloons.

“Do you like Yoongi?” she asked out of the blue.

You almost chocked on air, eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights. Sora chuckled at your reaction, wiggling her eyebrows, expecting an answer.

“Umm, I do find him interesting, is it that obvious?” you tamely asked.

She laughed, “Of course not, I just had a feeling, I specifically made the group chat to bring you guys closer, you guys look so cute together, even Yeonjun thinks the same!”

You were flabbergasted and giddy at the same time, unable to contain your smile.

Sora patted your back and winked, “I’ll be your cupid, don’t you worry _____.”

It was now 12pm Yeonjun had just arrived and got to work, he kept the children entertained with his storytelling, as you and Sora made some final touches.

It was 12:20pm, you heard the door open and saw Yoongi walk in, instinctively you smiled and waved at him, he smiled back with a wink, making your heart skip a beat.

Yeonjun’s story had ended, the children were quietly sat in the library room, Yoongi asked them to follow his instruction, and surprisingly they were listening, he led them to the room where you and Sora had prepared the snacks and decorations. It was heart-warming to see them smile jumping around in excitement. They enjoyed the snacks as the 4 of you and the 2 caretakers helped to serve snack and drinks to them. After the children were done, some of them had made a little mess, Yoongi swiftly grabbed tissues and wet wipes, cleaning them, you joined in to help.

It was nice spending the afternoon with the children, you could see that multiple times Yeonjun and Sora purposely put you and Yoongi together to complete tasks, not that you minded, it was just so funny that being adults they were still pulling the high school tricks, nevertheless you were thankful as you got to learn more about Yoongi.

Yoongi liked oranges, his favourite perfume scent was bergamot, and he owned a chain of cafes under his family’s business ‘Min Corperation’, you were aware of the business but just never had the chance to work with them in the past. 

Your week started off boring, it was 2pm, you decided to message Yoongi. It’s not weird to ask him out for a coffee, he does have a chain of cafes… you pull out your phone.

Hello Yoongi, would you be free…

No, it was too formal, you erased the text.

Hey Yoongi, would you be up for coffee sometime this week?

Sent.

Your heart was beating a little faster and harder, you anxiously stared at your text, it seemed fine but why were your ears burning up, you reluctantly put down your phone, screen facing down. It’s not like Yoongi will reply straight away.

You tried to focus on your work, you had to win this contract you’ve been working on for weeks, you had to prove to your father that you were worthy of taking on his company, not your half-brother Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung your older half-brother, the golden child of your stepmother, of course he would be because he was her own blood and flesh. Whereas you were a side product of your father’s extramarital affair. Your stepmother made it clear from day one she disliked you; your father was absent for the most of your childhood, you had various nannies who took care of you over the years until you were capable of taking care of yourself. You had sworn to impress your father and outshine Kim Taehyung, the bane of your existence.

Buzz buzz.

You raised your head and looked at your phone, it was ringing, it was Yoongi!

You picked up “Hello?”

“Hey ____ how are you?”

“Good, you?”

“Good good, I was wondering instead of going out, would you like to help me out with something?”

Your heart at this point was racing, you’re sure he could hear it through the phone.

“You still there?” Yoongi asked, showing a hint of concern.

“Yes, I’m here, sorry, help you with what?”

“I have new coffee roast blends, they just arrived today, I need to pick out the best one, for our winter toffee lattes, help me decide the which one to sell?”

“Of course, I’d love to!” you exclaimed, you internally slapped yourself, you sounded like you were five.

Yoongi chuckled, “Great I’ll text you my address be there for 7 yeah?”

“Yup see ya at 7” you quickly hung up and grabbed your water bottle.

Woah that was more difficult than trying to negotiate with your clients. It was 4:30pm, you decided to leave at 5pm, get dressed and leave your apartment by 6, to be at Yoongi’s place by 7pm.

Your door flew open, and walked in Kim Taehyung, why did he have to be here to ruin your mood.

“Dad want’s analysis done on the future potential partnerships, do it by the end of tonight.”

He threw the file of papers on your desk.

“No.”

Taehyung turned back to look at you with disgust.

“What do you mean, no? How dare you, you filthy little b-”

“Taehyung, I said no, I can’t do this plus it’s your side of the business” you cut him off.

He walked over to you, placing both his hand on your desk and lowering himself to your sitting level.

“Okay, I was going to tell you a little secret after you did this as a reward, so you wouldn’t be too shocked my dear little sister.” He looked soullessly into your eyes.

You were starting to feel anxious and fidgety, Taehyung never had good news.

“Fine I’ll do for Friday if you tell me what secret” you bargained.

“No-uh has to be done tonight.”

“Tae I really can’t do it for tonight”.

“It’s Taehyung for you, not just Tae, and fine, do it by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Fine. Tell me the secret first!”

“Work first”

“I will do it, I promise, can’t you just let me know?”

He was enjoying this a lot; you could see how he was trying to hide his smirk.

 “Dad is getting you married to his best friend and business partners one and only son, Park Jimin.”

You were too shocked to even respond, how could your father do this to you, he knew what sort of a person Jimin was, everyone did.

“Bye sister!” Taehyung yelled as he slammed your door shut.

It was almost 5, Yoongi, that’s right, you had to leave to meet Yoongi on time, you can worry about Jimin later, for all you know this could be one of Taehyung’s sick pranks.

Chapter 3

[shiftingdiariesofophelia]

Ophelia would like to preface this by saying:

I AM NOT AN ARTIST!!!

I draw for funsies occasionally and it’s really not that deep to me. But- in an effort to try to find a dress I’d realistically like to wear to the Yule ball- I found that nothing really had the colors, shape, and general design that I wanted. I’m nothing if not particular. Instead of doing the rational thing and just finding a dress I sort of like and saying it’s good enough, I’ve gone and drawn a mock-up of about what my Yule Ball outfit would look like entirely. Honestly it’s more fun than anything serious.

(If anyone makes fun of me I will fr cry so keep ur negative opinions to urself)

(I did use a person sketch model outline that came with the art program I used because that for real would have added a whole two hours for me to do myself and this whole thing was to design the dress anyway, so idc)

So the idea is a dark green dress, probably a silk-ish material. It begins at the mid-neck area and goes down into a sort of “spine” of a corset-style front, which is beaded with small silver accenting. Then there’s the floor-length skirt piece, very simple but flowy. I’m sure I’d need to wear a petticoat but that’s fine tbh. There’s also the same beading around the neckline if you look closely. The drawing is cartoonish in nature but it’s the general shape and idea of where everything is. The sleeves on the sides would be transparent (hence them in a different color) made of a dark green tulle. The makeup isn’t blended because I have no idea how digital art works, but the idea is a silver-green fade. Def sparkly. Green accent earrings bc Slytherins gotta represent house colors at all times. Also, peep the hair pins, specifically designed to be the three little stars that are drawn in the corner of the book’s pages! I thought it was cute idc. That locket also has significance and I don’t leave anywhere without it so I figured I’d add it for accuracy’s sake.

(Also I’d rather die than draw backgrounds. So. Purple it is.)

Yeah.

BUT THEN-

I was like “you know what else I don’t have a picture of? The specific way my wand looks in my head.” So then naturally, I needed to draw that as well. Again. I’m not an artist. You absolutely will find problems if you look hard enough because this is all just for fun. But- here’s my wand!

As you can see, it’s vine wood (same as Hermione’s, which I actually didn’t know until after I chose it!) with phoenix feather core. 11 1/2 inches because I ain’t no scrub. Mine’s a lighter vine material, some are darker, but vine is a vast wood type and has a bunch of colors and I wanted a lighter colored wand. The idea is that vines were actually carved into the wand as a decorative piece, with the leaves wrapping around the wand from the hilt to the tip. Realistically, it’d all be the same color. But for the art style it’s drawn in, the pop-out pieces are lighter to make them stand out against the frame of the wand. I had so much fun doing the details and it actually didn’t take me too long. If anyone’s bored and also has a HP dr I’d recommend designing your own wand like this because it’s so interesting to learn about wand components and designing something fun and specific to yourself!

(Aka Ophelia’s doing everything except for studying for finals 🤭 but it’s okay if i don’t pass i’ll simply just die so it’s really not that deep.)

[thelivingmemegod]

Thoughts on the special dolls? (Lily, giant Amaya, the color dolls, etc.)

Starting with collectors! I’m gonna skip Amaya cuz it’s the same doll scaled up, I do wish more of the girlies got 24 inch dolls though.

Jett Dawson!

Love herrrr, I love the 2D drawn look to her first set, I love her lil top bun split hair, I like the hoodie under jacket thing, her eyes don’t look that weird to me, love her fingerless gloves. I…wonder what the black on her legs is tho-

Now her dress…I’ve said before I don’t usually love flounce around the hips. But surprisingly I don’t mind it here! I also don’t hate the attached mermaid skirt. Love the drawn-on silver and black stuff.

Lily Cheng!

I love her. Love her.

Her hairstyle is so good, I love the accessories, I love her makeup and brown eyes. I love her lil fan accessory.

I like every version of her outfit but my favorite is the three peice top, belt and skirt. I love the pattern, I love the entire belt, the empty space on the skirt that makes way for the bow of the belt. THESE S H O E S GIRL(gn) THESE SHOES. AND I MEAN BOTH PAIR THEY’RE BOTH CUTE-

I love all her bangles and her earrings and again HER HAIR ACCESSORIES-

Also the bangs have been banging with these two.

Maria Garcia!

Extremely Day of the dead and I love that for her. She’s doing it ALL and it’s working out so well for her. Firstly the gold accents, the roses lining the sides of the dress and the black lace layers are so tastefully done. It doesn’t overload the dress at all which could’ve been very easy here. I love the Skeleton bodysuit underneath and the gold hand things-I don’t know what they’re called I want a name for those-

I adore the headpiece and the choice to make it a crown and two rows of roses. I love her hair color and skull purse.

Then we gotta get into this makeup (and BROWN EYES AGAIN YES) the sugar skull is beautiful and they balanced the red, purple and white excellently, especially since she has baby hairs.

Her hat?? Queen. Even if I prefer the headpiece. Her shoes also slay even if you don’t really see them. Girl 👏 committed 👏 to 👏 the 👏 bit

Roxie Grand!

Beauty 👏 in 👏 simplicity! We went from a girl doing it all to a girl doing not too much and I love them both. ✨ Women ✨

Firstly, her mermaid silhouette dress is gorgeous. I love the concentration of gems at only the top and bottom, with them sparsely in the middle.

I love the string of gems that outline her wait.

I love how her necklace kinda makes the dress look like a halter top. Her bangles all are super nice, love her big ass earrings. Her makeup is baller and I love that her eyes match the makeup. H A I R ON FLEAK MISS THING Look at her baby hairs and the hair wrapped over the ponytail holder.

Paris Hilton!

Paris, an icon, a legend.

I’m so sorry Stella is right there and like 39$ cheaper. Her base outfit is just Stella’s with the sequin dress but with a bejeweled safety pin on it. Even the crown- just. Girl.

Her second outfit is just soooo cunty tho. The faux blazer bedazzled dress and knee high bedsides boots is sooo good. Especially called off with the sparky fingerless gloves. Love her earrings too.

Fashion closet Avery!

I love this gimmick and I love that she comes with a bunch of clothes and two wigs. I like to think she fried her real hair and had to chop it off, hence the molded on pixie cut when she isn’t wearing a wig.

I won’t do all the outfits she comes with but I will say that the yellow Anti-sparkle Sparkle club outfit is extremely Sunny and the red sparkle bustier outfit is extremely Ruby. Love that for Avery.

Hair Salon Amaya!

Cool gimmick! Her whole thing is the color changing rainbow hair so yeah, makes sense. I don’t love her outfit purely because it looks weird at this scale. If it were life size I’d be obsessed but RH dolls have very short torso’s, so especially her jacket looks weird.

Twin Pack Sunny and Luna Maddison!

Love, love, love these two.

Things from both- Baby hairs, nails, bags, very different kinds of chunky shoes, opposite outfit silhouettes.

Specifics for Sunny- HER HAIR ACCESSORIES. There’s 5 and they’re so random looking it’s so perfect. I love her leg warmers mimicking her normal socks, I love her shoes even if they are platform crocs. Her skirt shirt and jacket are adorable and create a very baggy, drowned look that’s very purposeful. All I want is a bandaid on her nose and face stickers.

Specifics for Luna- I love that her bag is an entire fucking chest. I love her shoes that almost look like somebody molded clips of staples to the bottom. I love that her shirt, bustier, and belt make a tighter, more “basic” silhouette for lack of a better term. In contrast to Sunny she’s only wearing earrings which I adore.

Another thing I noticed and adore is that Luna has twin buns while the top of Sunny’s hair is pinned down, opposites again!

Kia Heart!

Lip color is CRAZY. Girl you need a lipliner!

Otherwise she is gorgeous and I love her. I like her dolls incorporation of rainbow more then most Amaya dolls because it’s a pastel rainbow now. It’s tastefully spread through her pink hair, doted onto her checkerboard sleeves and kept going through her holographic pants. The strangest rainbow in sight is those heels which work pretty well. The hearts everywhere give a lovestruck, heart-eyes type of look which I love.

Love her hair clips, big ass earrings and her lil mole.

Her second outfit? YES. I love all the layering with the hoodie under a jean jacket and a flannel tied over pink bedazzled shorts (I love a bedazzling moment)

My only problem comes in her shoes, her shoes, her SHOES. RH. Just make booties. Just make short boots. I own tons, they’re very popular.

De’Vious twin pack!

Half and half rainbow moment, love that.

I only wish they would’ve symplified the rainbow so Holly’s colors weren’t so…much.

Cuz obvious Laurel is the Red, Orange, Yellow of the rainbow, all on a white backdrop. This leaves Holly with Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet which is just a lot of colors to balance while making them distinct. She looks good but they didn’t nail it. I think removing the green would’ve been how they nailed it. It just looks so discordant with the rest of everything the colors-

Fashion studio Skyler Bradshaw!

Despite sharing a name with her, I have a love hate relationship with Skyler’s outfit concepts. It’s often lots of denim’s and spots inspired stuff and. Yeah this belt skirt is not really the moment. It’s giving 00’s denim insanity and it’s not great. Her shoes and bodysuit are just fine, no problems there!

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Cheap brands to shop at! (Online version.)

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Here are some cheapish online brands to shop at and my opinions on them.

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$$- fairly expensive, due to quality.

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$$$ - very expensive, probably could be designer.

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𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Brandy Melville!

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Brandy is somewhat expensive but has really cute clothes if you're looking for the "downtown girl" aesthetic. A heads up is that this brand has very limited size range, usually there is only smalls in stock. Either way, it's a good brand. The quality is great, np doubt about that. I have heard some reports of the fabric being damaged due to rough shipping, boxes might be damaged.

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Rating and reasoning: Overall a 7/10, the reason to this is because of the limited size range, I just feel like it could be better.

Price range: $$

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𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ SHEIN

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SHEIN is a good brand if you're looking for a variety of products for a low price. It has lots of sales and discounts, which is good if you're on a budget! Same thing with Brandy, it has some reports of damages to the items in the boxes or the box being damaged itself, be wary of that, hence I don't know it there is returns. The number of categories is crazy, they have plus size, kids, women, and men. They also sell phone cases, shoes, skirts, bathing suits, skin care, makeup, and decor.

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Rating and Reasoning: 8/10 I like it for the price, but sometimes the quality is terrible. They also should do accurate size charts, because sometimes they aren't true to size. I think it's better than brandy because of its number of items, brandy doesn't have as much.

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[purplesong1028]

Of Men and Games

Chapter 3: Gun Control (!NSFW)

Warning: Gun Play, Explicit Smut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Pacho/Male OC

Words: 4,753

Fernando was a high school junior when he first made out with a boy. It was never some ground-shattering realization with Gabriel; in fact, it was a very gradual, natural development, almost cliché. They were two confused, horny teenagers in an all boy high school. At some point, without realizing, their friendly hugs simply started to become tighter, more intimate, and it didn’t take much longer for a series of events to happen after that. It was a sin, he knew. It was wrong and forbidden, and it’d be a complete disaster if they were caught, but that didn’t stop him. On the contrary, it only fueled his desire, to the point of being irresistible.

They did everything they could at school, whatever they could get away with: dirty jokes, playful slaps, stolen kisses in the bathroom… It was fun and exciting, but at the end of the day those games didn’t count. They were just meaningless foreplay without crossing the final line and getting into the real business. Hence, when his father was away on a long business trip, he and Gabriel, as fucking stupid as they were back then, didn’t waste any time locking themselves in his bedroom.

They seriously thought it was a good plan. His house was big enough that his mom would not hear anything from her floor unless they screamed. The maids wouldn’t come anywhere near if he told them they were working on an important project. Lorena was five years old and literally didn’t know anything.

Yeah, back then they were really naive enough to believe that plan was perfect, and not surprisingly, they were almost completely naked when someone started banging on the door.

“Fernando! What are you doing in there? Come out! Papa’s home early!”

Lorena’s happy childish scream never sounded so mortifying. His hand was on Gabriel’s penis at the time, and he squeezed it so hard that his poor friend screamed in agony.

“Fernando? What are you doing? Are you hurt?”

“No! No, we’re ok!” He screamed back, hurrying to grab his pants from the floor. “I dropped something on my foot. You said dad’s home?!”

“Yeah, papa came back early! I’m so happy!!” She banged on the door again. It didn’t even carry that much force— she was a five year old girl, but back then Fernando was genuinely worried that she could break the door down.

He glanced over at Gabriel, who was struggling to button up his shirt and looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“Ah ok! You go to papa first, yeah?” He tried to keep calm, he had to. “We’re just finishing up some homework, will be there in a minute!”

“Okay.” Lorena sounded a bit disappointed, but listened to him regardless. Fernando slowly let out a sigh, walking to the mirror to finish putting his clothes back on.

“You said your father was away!” Gabriel whispered, but the tone definitely sounded like a scream.

“Well you heard her! He came back early!” Fernando took a look at him. “For God’s sake, you skipped a button!”

“Ah fuck!”

“Papa!!” Lorena’s scream pierced through the thick wall again, this time along with a man’s familiar voice.

“¡Aquí estás, mi princesa!”

Another happy scream, more laughter. His father must have just picked Lorena up, kissing all over her little soft face. He vaguely remembered receiving the same treatment when he was little, but still it felt different. Lorena was their cute princess, but he was the crown prince who needed to rule the kingdom one day.

He took one last look in the mirror, making sure both he and Gabriel looked impeccable. They gave each other a silent nod, and then opened the door.

“Papa!” Fernando walked over to hug his father. “You’re home early?”

“You don’t sound so happy!” A big hand pats him on the back, ruffling his hair. “Getting tired of your old man? Huh?”

“Marco, mi amor.” His mom walked in, wearing a flowy skirt and meticulous makeup, like she just came back from an afternoon tea party, although she didn’t even leave home today. He kissed her on the cheek, and it would probably have been on the lips, if they didn’t see Gabriel standing right there.

“Ah, sorry, where are my manners?” Marco offered his hand. “I assume you’re Fernando’s friend?”

“Ah yeah, Gabriel.” They shook hands, and Gabriel still looked a little nervous. “Nice to meet you, Señor and Señora Gómez. Thank you for having me here.”

“Por favor, the pleasure is ours.” Marco laughed it off. “Come, have some coffee and snacks with us. You must be hungry.”

Everyone started walking downstairs to the dining room, and Fernando took the chance to trail behind, exchanging some quiet mutual understanding with Gabriel: they were off the hook this time.

However, they did suffer some other consequences. To put it simply, the accident spooked them so much that whenever they tried to make out again, they couldn’t stay hard for long. Considering they were both sixteen year old boys at the time, that was fucking unbelievable.

“I told you, my parents are not even in Colombia!” Gabriel sat on his bed shirtless, belt open. “I literally called them this morning, ok? They’re still on a beach in Panama. It won’t be like last time at your place!”

“I know, I know!” Fernando ran a hand down his face. “I’m sorry, ok? But I can’t get it out of my head. I know this is your bedroom, but I can just see my father walking in that door!”

“Alright.” Gabriel shrugged, zipping his pants back up. “Honestly? Wasn’t that hot for me either, just trying to get it over with.”

“Ugh, damn it…” He let out a long sigh and fell back into the king-sized bed. “Have we ruined it?”

“I sure hope not. We haven’t even done it yet.”

They were lying side by side, and Fernando turned to silently study Gabriel’s face: tanned skin, long eyelashes, beautiful bone structure from nose bridge to cheekbones…If he leaned in a little bit closer, their lips would touch again. “Have you done it with a girl?”

“Not really. I kissed Gloria once and that’s about it.”

“Gloria? Gloria Flores that goes to Santa Maria?”

“Yeah.”

“Holy shit!” He slapped hard on Gabriel’s shoulder. “What’re you even doing with me?”

Gabriel shoved him. “Shut up, asshole.”

“Wait, was that…was that how you found out?! You kissed Gloria, and felt nothing?!”

Gabriel was silent, and Fernando bursted out laughing, burying his face into a pillow.

“I said shut up!” Gabriel grabbed his arm and tickled him hard, precisely between two ribs, the weakest spot on his entire body. He screamed and fought back, wrestling Gabriel into the soft mattress, trying to grab both of his wrists but failed. It was very difficult to gain an upper hand. They were so similar: height, weight, eye color, hobbies, and everything else. Everything that mattered.

They eventually stopped, both out of breath from laughing for several minutes straight and all the wrestling.

“So?” Gabriel reached out to cover his hand, still sounded out of breath. “What do you want to do?”

“I think…” Fernando stretched one arm up like he was reaching for the ceiling. “I think that we need to think outside of the box, or the bedroom, for that matter.”

Gabriel sat up almost immediately. “I don’t think I like where this is going.”

“Oh trust me, you will.”

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A week later, they each told their parents that they were going to take a day trip hiking in the mountains. They even invited their fathers to come along, knowing that neither could actually make it because of business meetings.

They didn’t drive to the well-maintained hiking trail, but to a rather remote area deep in the forest, right next to a little creek. Thinking back, they were fucking lucky that they weren’t kidnapped by guerillas or eaten by wild animals.

“You wanna get out of the car?” Fernando leaned in from the passenger seat, sliding a hand up Gabriel’s thigh. He tried to do that a few times on the way here, but Gabriel told him to stop if he didn’t want to crash and die.

“Out? Where, in the river? On the tree?!” Gabriel stared at him as if he’d gone mad, the exact same look he received when he first proposed this idea. “No, Fernando, I’m absolutely not getting out.”

Fernando laughed, slowly moving his hand up to the belt buckle, massaging the bulge underneath. “That’s alright, we can stay in.”

Gabriel stopped the engine and turned to him.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Fernando smiled and leaned his head down.

*

“What are you waiting for?”

Pacho’s voice echoes in his ears, the gun barrel feels cold against his chin, but it burns his skin, sending heat throughout his body, from neck to stomach, and further down. He swallows, and reaches for Pacho’s belt.

“No. I didn’t say you could touch me.”

Part of him wants to ignore the command and keep going, just to see what would happen. Would Pacho threaten him more? Twist his arm away? Switch off the safety?

Fernando decides to stop as he’s told; that’s not a game to play on the first try. They’ll get there another day.

“As you wish.” He says sweetly as he takes off his own jacket, slowly unbuttoning the white shirt underneath. “You can touch me.”

He follows Pacho’s gaze on his own body: neck, collarbones, chest… He smirks, subtly leaning more into the gun. It hurts his chin a little. It feels good.

Pacho doesn’t need another hint. The gun travels down, through the beating pulse on the side of his neck, pressing hard onto a nipple, down the side of his ribs, then belly button…

Fernando looks up, meeting Pacho’s brown eyes, now lit up with dangerously heated desire. “One day, you’ll get into big trouble with that attitude.”

Fernando opens his mouth, and the sentence comes out like a moan. “A price to pay for having big things.”

He didn’t realize what he just said until he heard it. They fall into an awkward silence for a few seconds, and then Pacho’s first one to snort. He follows right after, unable to hold back his own laughter.

Pacho shakes his head and tosses the gun on the couch. “I can’t tell if you’re great at this, or terrible.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” Fernando admits honestly. “I just kept saying things I didn’t mean tonight.”

“Well, that can’t be good.”

“Maybe you make me a little nervous,” He leans back into the couch, staring at Pacho from the side. He’s dealt with enough people to know when to show strength and when to show weakness. “I just didn’t realize it.”

“Because of the gun?”

“No! That’s the best part.”

“Really?” Pacho lets out a chuckle. “Then what?”

“Maybe just like you said, I usually don’t deal with people like you.” He shifts closer, bringing his hand back to Pacho’s belt. This time he isn’t stopped. “But I’ll get used to it.”

“You better get used to it soon.” Pacho runs a hand across his bare chest, pinching a nipple. “Things move very fast in this game, as you call it.”

“I’ll catch up.” He smiles against Pacho’s lips, closing his eyes. Their second kiss is just as exciting and unpredictable as the first one. He’s still not sure when to lick and when to bite, but one thing he does know is Pacho likes that, so that’s good enough to make him not hold back, knowing that it’s okay to make mistakes.

“You learn fast.” Pacho brings the kiss to his cheek and neck, pushing him backwards into the couch. He shrugs off his open shirt, letting his bare back touch the cool leather.

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The weight shifts on the cushions, so the gun rolls off and falls on the carpet. Fernando stares up at Pacho with the most innocent look he can manage, while tentatively reaching for it.

Pacho tilts his head, not looking a bit concerned. “You know how to use it?”

Fernando picks it up, feeling the weight in his palm. “I’ve been hunting since I was sixteen.”

Pacho smiles down at him like he just told a harmless joke. “How impressive. Ever used it on a person?”

He laughs out. “No, of course not.”

“Ever learned how to take it from someone else?” Pacho pushes a knee between his legs, pressing on his half hard desire. He sighs contentedly, and that brief moment of distraction is enough for Pacho to reach down, twist his wrist into such a strange angle that for a moment, he’s really scared that it would break.

He lets out a surprised yelp, tightly clutching his sore wrist with his left hand. The sharp pain soon fades, and everything seems to be pretty much intact. He looks back up, and the gun securely lies in Pacho’s hand, pointing at his stomach.

Pacho smirks. “That’s how.”

“Alright, lesson learned.” He massages his wrist, relaxing the muscles. “That was a bit harsh, don’t you think? I wasn’t even pointing it at you.”

“Here’s another lesson.” Pacho grabs his right hand and pins it above his head. “It will be too late when the gun’s pointed at you. Remember that.”

Fernando doesn’t bother to struggle under the hold, knowing that at this point it’d be useless, so he gently brings his left hand to Pacho’s shoulder, like asking nicely for a hug.

“When was the first time you used it?” He thrusts his hips up, feeling the bulge under Pacho’s silk pants. “On a human.”

Pacho meets his rhythm effortlessly, rocking back and forth. “Eighteen.”

Fernando wraps his arm around Pacho’s neck, bringing him down until their foreheads meet. “What was it like?”

“Not something you would enjoy.”

“But you do?”

Pacho slightly loosens the grip on his wrist, but gives his hip a particularly hard thrust. “Depends on the person.”

Fernando moans as pleasure blooms out, sending chills up his body. He grabs Pacho’s silk shirt, twisting it tightly.

“Take it off?”

Pacho bites him on the lips. “Go ahead. No one’s stopping you.”

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It’s not easy to undress Pacho with only his left hand, especially when the other man’s relentlessly teasing him in every way possible. The barrel of the gun has been warmed by his skin, now feeling exactly like fingertips, touching him so skillfully like an extension of Pacho’s hand. It circles around his belt buckle, sticking into his pants, but just a little, not far enough to touch anything. He moans and shifts uncomfortably, trying to ease the growing tension in his pants, and instantly, the pressure on his right wrist becomes stronger.

“Patient.” Pacho whispers against him, hot breath tickling on his ear lobe. “Focus on what you’re doing.”

Fernando groans, not hiding his frustration. He has managed to work half of the buttons open, revealing Pacho’s tanned chest, marked with several pink scars. He runs his fingers through each one, feeling the slightly rougher skin. He can’t get enough of the sensation. God…he wants to lick them. Suddenly, the remaining two or three buttons look unbearably annoying, and he has a strong urge to just tear the whole shirt apart, but he also knows that he’s probably used up all the leniency tonight, so it's best for him to be good, for now.

Fernando takes a deep breath and tells himself to stay focused, keeping his hand stable, carefully maneuvering the last few buttons open.

“Now?” He impatiently tugs on Pacho’s belt, not hiding his desperation. “Please?”

Pacho smiles against his lips, and then finally lets go of his right hand. His wrist is still a little sore, but that doesn’t stop him from grabbing Pacho’s belt buckle, like a starving man opening a can of food. Letting out a shaky sigh, Fernando pulls down the boxers to release the hot flesh underneath: hard, heavy, throbbing against his palms.

The gun slowly moves down his abdomen, digging into his own belt which is still perfectly intact. The barrel almost touches his cock, almost, merely an inch away, yet he’s feeling the heat, the stimulation already overwhelming.

Fernando grabs Pacho’s wrist and shoves it down.

He inhales sharply as the gun presses tightly into his crotch, metal to skin, right between that sensitive spot between two balls. He fumbles to take off his own pants, fingertips sweating.

“Look at me.” Pacho tells him, so he does, staring into his own reflection in Pacho’s slightly dilated pupils, like little mirrors in a fairytale, drowning him in dark magic.

He sees the smirk in Pacho’s eyes as his pants and boxers are pulled down. He sighs at the relief, and then looks at the gun right next to his hard cock. He smirks back, and aligns his wet tip against the barrel, giving it a playful thrust. He knows it won’t go in, but the novelty alone is enough to send another wave of arousal through his body.

“Well, too bad the gun’s not big enough.”

“You’re fucking crazy.”

“I know.”

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Pacho crushes their lips together, more bites than kisses, until he tastes the scent of his own blood, but it doesn’t hurt, barely a tiny sting.

The gun moves again, torturously slow, tracing the bulging vein on his cock, and further down…

“Turn around.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice to shift under Pacho, confined between two muscular thighs. The skin touches his own legs and hip as he turns, and it tickles…no, it burns.

His stiff cock is pressed against the smooth leather, insatiable desire trapped under his own body, and yet every muscle on his back comes to life as they’re savored by Pacho’s lips, tongue or teeth.

His breath hitches when the piece of hard, round metal touches his entrance. Fernando balls his hands into fists, bracing himself for what’s about to come. He holds his breath, waiting for the breach, which surprisingly doesn’t come for several seconds. But it’s not moving away either, just perfectly still between his cheeks. He turns to the side, shooting Pacho a confused glance.

Pacho lays a palm on his lower back, not really pushing down, just with enough force to hold him at the current position. “Have you done this before?”

There’s no point in lying. His reaction already spoke louder than words. “No, but there’s a first to everything, right?”

Pacho raises his eyebrows. There’s so much unsaid in the silence, and if his brain wasn't filled with lust, he would have looked deep into those beautiful brown eyes and analyzed every emotion, pulling out every thought. But for once, he doesn’t have to. That subtle sense of consideration or restraint, regardless of the motives behind, tells him more than he needs to know at this moment.

Fernando smiles, his entire body easing up instantly, like he just swallowed the most effective muscle relaxer in the world, and he knows that’s a terrible idea. There’s absolutely no reason to feel relaxed now, or ever, not with someone like Pacho. Yet inexplicably, for completely illogical reasons, he has rarely been more sure of himself. “You won’t hurt me, not with this.”

“No, not with this.”

Pacho answers quickly, and it sounds like a reassurance, a comfort for him, but something incredibly soft and complicated flashes across Pacho’s face. Fernando recognizes it from distant memories of his own, when he felt understood, seen, in some unexpected way, sometimes with the most random matters.

He spreads his legs wider.

"Then give me your worst.”

*

The scented candle burns vigorously on the coffee table, dangerously close to his face, the little flame dancing at the rhythm of his breathing. Fernando closes his eyes and exhales as the two fingers inside him press right on the sweetest spot. At the back of his mind, he wonders if that bottle of essential oil on the table is truly a convenient coincidence.

A particularly forceful thrust jerks him out of his thoughts. He lets out a sharp groan, scratching the leather beneath him.

“What are you thinking?”

Fernando blinks at the dancing red flame. “Did you plan for this to happen?”

“Plan?” Pacho snorts, pressing deeper into him, adding a third finger to open him up further effortlessly. “There’s nothing to plan here. You should see yourself.”

He laughs, but it turns into a moan midway. “Hey, you aren’t very shy yourself.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“Good.” He presses back against Pacho’s fingers. “There’s nothing to complain about here.”

Pacho pulls the fingers out, a little faster than necessary. Then he picks the gun back up.

“We’ll see about that.”

*

He tries to relax: control the breathing, talk to himself in the head, and whatever worked before when he experimented with new things. But this is different.

This is a gun, a loaded gun, and he can’t see it.

“What’s your favorite gun when you go hunting?”

“What?” He snaps to look at Pacho, not sure where the question came from. If this is meant to distract him, it sure doesn’t work if they’re staying on the topic of guns.

“You’ve been hunting since you were sixteen, right?” He feels a large hand caressing his hip and thigh, massaging the tense muscles on his waist. “Tell me, what do you like?”

“Ah well, my dad had a few Remingtons, so I’m pretty familiar with those, but I guess I’d say my favorite is Mannlicher Schoenauer 1903. I got my first deer with it. I think it was…”

He doesn’t get to finish the sentence, as the barrel starts pushing in. The sudden stretching feels so extreme that he’s sure he would hurt and bleed, but there’s no pain, just a dull soreness.

“Go on?” Pacho’s voice is filled with amusement, but his hand is steady and firm. “Tell me more about the deer.”

“I think I was eighteen.” Fernando hears the trembling in his voice. He remembers the story vividly, but he’s struggling to put it into words when he literally has a gun inside him. “I mean, I’ve shot birds and rabbits before that, but that time I felt confident enough to go for a deer, and we saw…ah!”

The gun moves, brushing his prostate, and he has to fight down a scream. Fernando tries to shift into a more comfortable position, but Pacho presses hard down on his back, stopping all the small movements he can manage to make. That’s why Pacho’s asking him to tell the story, isn’t it? Right now he is the prey, and if he doesn’t agree with that, Pacho’s going to make him one.

“Saw what? I’m listening.”

“…Saw a beautiful deer.” He sighs, allowing himself to surrender, for now. “I aimed at its heart and took the shot, but I missed it. I didn’t know how, the gun even had a scope, but I shot his leg instead.”

The gun starts to move back and forth. The sensation feels less threatening, now that he gets more comfortable with it. If anything, it kind of feels like a very hard, straight dick, but it does exactly what it’s supposed to do, giving him a rush of pleasure with every thrust, but more intense, more violent.

Pacho brings a hand to his thigh. “Where in the leg?”

“I don’t really remember.” Fernando laughs out at the weird fixation on detail. “Just the left one maybe?”

He screams at a hard pinch on his left thigh, while the gun pushes all the way in. He can even feel Pacho’s knuckles on his cheeks now.

“Poor deer.”

“You fucking asshole.” Fernando bites his bottom lip, digging his fingers in between two cushions and grabbing hard onto one.

“Then what? Did you shoot it again?”

“Not immediately.” He takes a very deep breath, closing his eyes at the memory. “It was screaming, and there was blood everywhere. I hadn’t shot anything that large before, guess I was a bit shocked.”

“It’s the worst, right?” Pacho says nonchalantly, which makes it even more thrilling. “When you want them to die quickly, but they just don’t.”

They’re definitely not talking about the same thing. Fernando knows it, and Pacho knows it too! But what’s worse is that, it fucking works on him. It feels like the gun just caught on fire, and it’s melting him, consuming him from within, a deadly ecstasy. Yet it’s not enough, because it won’t be enough until Pacho hears the end of the story. He’s not getting what he wants until Pacho gets it first.

“My father, he told me to finish it.” He tries to finish the story with as few words as possible. “Even if it lived, it’d be a crippled deer in the woods. Killing it would be the merciful thing to do. So I did.”

“What a good son you are.” Suddenly, there’s something other than teasing in Pacho’s voice, something more serious, more vicious. “Imagine if your father could see you right now, and know who you really are.”

“What?!” That comment snaps him out of the blissful state like a splash of cold water. “What are you…”

“Nothing, relax.” Pacho leans down to kiss the back of his neck, seductive and mesmerizing. “You’re not a boy anymore. You can stop pretending to be good.”

His vision goes blank for a moment when the gun gets pulled out of his body, and within a glimpse of a second, it’s replaced by hot human flesh.

Pacho bottoms out with one smooth motion, sending him close to the edge right there and then. He screams and trembles, feeling as if he’s lost control of the lower part of his body, clenching uncontrollably around Pacho’s desire, following Pacho’s rhythm.

Fernando hurries to reach for his own cock, chasing that final release, but Pacho grabs his wrist and pins it right next to his head. He struggles, fighting desperately. “No! No please…”

Pacho doesn’t answer, just keeps thrusting into him, hard and precise, like a cruel hunter firing his shots, disabling and torturing the prey however as he pleases, until he finds the mercy in himself to deliver the final bullet to the heart.

Fernando doesn’t recognize the voice coming out of his own throat, or the movements of his own body. He doesn’t belong to himself anymore, just for a little while, just as long as this exhilarating torture lasts, he doesn’t mind being the prey.

The world outside disappears as the orgasm takes over, sending him over the edge of reality. The pleasure expands, explodes through every nerve, every vein.

At that moment, it feels like his body giving in to the overwhelming sensations, his heart failing to beat, and his brain failing to make sense.

It feels like death, before he truly comes alive.

*

Fernando lies on the couch under a warm blanket as Pacho gets dressed next to him, allowing himself a rare moment of indolence.

“So?” Pacho smiles down at him, running a hand through his hair, now a little wet from the sweat.

He looks up, leaning into the touch. “Do you need to ask?”

“Guess not.” Pacho moves his hand down, gently brushing his cheekbone and neck, stopping at the shoulder. “But in case you are also wondering, it was incredible, especially for a first timer.”

“Please, you make it sound like I was a virgin.”

“Well, in that case, it was phenomenal and you’re very talented.”

Fernando snorts out, and then they both burst out laughing, like two regular lovers fooling around, but the folder he brought here earlier is still on the coffee table, and inside, there’s confidential information on Carlos and his sick daughter.

“I would love for you to spend the night.” Pacho picks the folder up. “But I think we have to agree that’s not a good idea.”

“Yeah, I need to get home before the sun comes up.” It’s the truth, but it doesn’t help with the disappointment.

“There’s still time. You can sleep for a few hours. I’ll wake you up.”

“You’re sure?”

“Of course.” Pacho pulls the blanket up for him. “We treat our guests well.”

“What kind of guests are we talking about here?”

“Just go to sleep.”

So he does. He closes his eyes and lets himself drift away, naked on a couch, right next to one of the most dangerous men in the country.

He sleeps well.

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[this-story-of-dreams]

My Sims versions of Nancy Drew characters

Nancy Drew herself! For obvious reasons I didn't want to give her the horse shirt and mom jeans combo, so I went for something cuter lol. Nancy has been known to wear skirts (Legend of the Crystal Skull) so I don't think this is too far-fetched. Ultimately I just wanted her to have a classic-but-still-fashionable look.

Bess Marvin. I gave her all the hallmarks of her character. She's cute, girly, and also plus-sized. It's extremely important to me that Bess is plus-sized because being flirtatious is a huge part of her, and we all know that women who don't fit the beauty standards are seen as unattractive and undesirable by most. Bess shows that bigger women are just as beautiful as thin women and can be girly and romantic as well!

My George Fayne headcanon is pretty unconventional. Because George was originally a flapper, I tried to think of what a modern equivalent would be, rather than just making her a tomboy. Her appearance is based on what society thinks women (specifically plus-sized women of color) shouldn't be. She wears bright colors and makeup, she has visible body hair, she shaves her head, she has tattoos. This George is unabashedly herself and isn't afraid to show it.

Last up is Sonny Joon. This is more like what I headcanoned Sonny to look like before he was revealed in MED. I feel like the only person who pictured him being not-skinny! I also headcanoned that he was the kind of person who shows their personality through their clothes. Hence the alien t-shirt and paint splattered shoes! Also, he's a cutie.

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DDAENG

✯ pairing: hawks x reader

✯ genre: FLUFFYYDS!!

✯ summary: fan! hawks meeting his newly debuted idol crush y/n at a fansign!

✯wordcount: 2.1k+

✯warning: just swearing and hawks being thirsty <3

✯ note: this literallt came to me because i was trying to turn @hoodtoshi into a bts stan (lowkey succeeded) and i was jus like yea, thirsty hawks

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- you were nervous

- this was your first fan meet after all,, but you were still nervous

- you were only 19 and had already debuted!!

- that didn’t happen to just anyone!!

- you worked super hard to get to where you are today!! everyone knew that!!

- you sighed as your make-up artist continued to paint your lips a dark red colour

- you honestly didn’t look like yourself, but this was to keep up the whole idol image i guess

- “jinhee, how many people are outside? i’m sure only two people came to see me..” you pouted, resulting in your make-up artist to smack your cheek lightly

- “dOn’t say that you dummy! i’m sure a lot of people came to see you!” she scolded, wiping off the excess makeup on a towel

- “now get out, you’re done”

- “i don’t wanna”

- she raised a newspaper and flexed, ready to beat the fuck out of you if she heard another whisper of self-deprecation from you

- “fine! i’m going!” you grumbled, pouting at oncoming soreness of your feet from your heels

- why did idols have to wear heels anyway?

- okay no, you knew why, but sTill!! they sucked!

- you smiled as you saw the buffet table

- one little snack wouldn’t hurt

- >:)

- “keigo stop fuckign puSHING”

- “im so EXCITED!! i’m meeting THE y/n you SLUTBAG!!” keigo yelled as he shook his companion

- dabi sometimes questioned why he was still friends with keigo

- “i SEE that you asshole”

- keigo took this opportunity to punch dabi in the arm, causing dabi to retaliate, causing kEigo to retaliate, causing dAb-

- okay so

- “i’ve been in love with her ever since she debuted!! and she debuted ALONE!! a whole solo artist!! the talent!! the beauty!! i’m in love!!”

- dabi raised a brow at his friend

- “didn’t you tweet about wanting to ‘put a baby inside of her’?”

- keigo felt his cheeks heat up at the possibility of you seeing his indecent tweets about you

- what if you had seen? what if you think he’s a creep? what if you already hated him??

- keigo felt his anxiety creep onto his shoulders as he continued to overthink, not realizing that they were already next to go in

- ruh roh raggy

- keigo didn’t know anything BUT anxiety

- rip keigo we’ll miss you big daddy :,(

- “please come in, please don’t shout”

- whO was shouting?? nobody was shouting

- keigo wasn’t gonna shout

- as keigo was about to shout, he felt himself be silenced by his partner

- all keigo could feel was betrayal

- “calm down you hot dog, you’re going to TALK to her in person jfc. you can tell her how much you want to father her children then”

- it was almost time and you were STILL at the food table

- you saw a small intern approach you with an uneasy look on her face

- she was for sure about to reprimand you

- “m-ms. y/n,, we have to go now!” she stuttered

- she was sO! cute you just couldn’t say no

- so you decided to just sneak a few bags of chips under your skirt before smiling and quickly following her

- you made your way to the stage, peeking behind the curtains

- you saw a huge crowd of people, mostly males, but one man who sat near the front caught your eye

- he had bright yellow eyes with matching blond hair, even wearing some eyeliner

- the unknown male looked absolutely delectable

- he made you bark a little tbh

- you took a deep breath before you were pushed by your manager on the stage, cheers suddenly reaching your ears as your fans confessed their love for you

- quit shamelessly might you add

- you blushed as you watched the cute blond-haired man cup his hands around his mouth and yell—

- “I LOVE YOU Y/N! IM YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN!” he yelled, gaining the attention of everyone in the room

- soon everyone started to yell that they were your biggest fan and that the blond man could never even compare

- but the man had nothing but a satisfied smirk plastered on his handsome face

- did he enjoy starting riots?

- you sat on the chair, placing your hands on top of the table

- this was a small table ngl

- luckily there was a sheet on the table, hiding your nervously bouncing legs

- just imagine watching a fancam of you bouncing your leg

- people would still thirst for that

- anyway

- “thank you guys for coming! i’m so excited to meet you all!” you started, smiling at the large number of people

- “you guys can ask me questions or some things? i don’t know?” you laughed, feeling slightly awkward

- you didn’t know how to be a person

- “can you do a dance for us!!” a young boy, about the age of 7 yelled, jumping up and down in front of his seat

- “what dance?” you queried, raising your brow in curiosity

- “move by taemin!!” he cheered, immediately dancing

- you laughed at his adorable actions

- you were totally gonna dance for him!

- you got up as the music started to play in the background, moving to the side of the table and sensually moving to the beat while the audience watched intently

- you carefully moved your hips, hitting all the right beats

- this wasn’t any different than dancing in front of the camera people, plus you had to get used to an audience

- it also wasn’t any different from how you had to dance to kpop songs from when you were younger for your family!!

- (no, literally. the amount of times i had to dance to 2NE1’s i am the best, girls generation’s gee, and wonder girls’ nobody. the dances are engraved in my head. 6 year old giri had to dance or else)

- as the song faded out, you held your pose before bowing, smiling at the little boy who continued to hype you up

- “holy fuck.. dabi that was hot” hawks whispered, tightening his grip around his friends sleeve

- “jeez kei, ease up a bit” dabi complained, prying his friends hand off of him

- “oh my god she’s such a great dancer, do you think she’ll like me if i learn how to dance too?” he questioned, grabbing his friend by the front of his shirt, pissing dabi off once more

- “no. not if you don’t stop being a fuckinf weirdo”

- hawks pouted

- dabi grinned

- how cruel

- “does anyone else have a request?”

- “WAP!!” a number of people yelled, resulting in your face heating up

- how would they suggest such a lewd dance!

- especially when there were children here!

- “haha! that doesn’t seem very appropriate!” you laughed it off, trying your best to mask your uncomfortableness

- hopefully this would end soon

- “no! can you dance to gashina please!” a girl yelled, catching your attention

- hm, gashina was actually a very good suggestion

- you could do this! you could be as great as sunmi!

- okay maybe no. sunmi was a god <3

- you did the routine, catching the eyes and the hearts of the audience

- “fuck i think i’m in love dabi” hawks whined, clutching his chest

- he had a lovesick expression plastered on his face

- he was totally whipped for you, no doubt about it

- before you knew it, it was time for the fans to have a minute to speak to you and for them to get their albums signed!

- you had recently debuted with your album, dawn in tokyo

- you had taken inspiration from the time where you had left your hotel at dawn and walked around the streets of tokyo, sitting near a bridge and writing lyrics for some of the songs in the album

- hence the name of the album

- most of your album was written in japan

- hawks felt himself get more excited as he came closer to you, holding tightly to the fabric of his friends jacket, which wouldn’t surely gotten him slapped if you weren’t so near

- before he knew it, he was already next in line, dabi already sitting in front of your figure while holding your soft, delicate looking hand in his large ugly ones

- this made hawks’ chest bubble with jealousy

- >:(

- sure, you had a large fan base, but it still hurt to see people touch you the way he wanted to

- it was now his turn, he walked up the stairs with his wobbly knees, wanting to just sit and be near you

- he knew that you would be able to calm his nerves, or make him spontaneously combust

- “hey! i’m y/n! nice to meet you!” you smiled, out-stretching your hand to him, offering to place your hand in his own

- he swiftly, but gently grasped your hand, before placing it on his cheek, letting you hold the soft chub of his cheek

- no fan had been this brave to do this. it was quite surprising to be honest

- he wasn’t breaking any rules so you decided to fuck it and go with it

- you placed both your hands on his cheeks, slightly squishing them together, causing him to adorably pout

- “dash not nishe” he mumbled, brows furrowing

- you laughed before letting go of his face, bringing your hands back to your side of the table

- “you’re so cute! can i sign your album for you?” you smiled, tilting your head to the side

- hawks just..dieded

- mans said peace out

- your beauty was incomprehensible

- phew, he had to get his shit together! he was trying to impress u! he wanted to be the mc in a wattpad story

- we all wanna be y/n

- anywayss

- “sure dove! u can make it out to keigo, u can put your number in it too ;)” he winked

- KDNDHSK

- DID HE—

- DID HE JUST ASK FOR YOUR NUMBER

- LIKE—

- nobody:

- y/n: i’m not gon do it girl.. i’m just thinking about it

- “ah! sorry cutie! i’m not allowed to share my number :333”

- you tried to laugh as you died inside

- he smiled, before placing a kiss on your fingertips

- “don’t worry dove,i respect that” he winked

- BARK BARK

- “i have some gifts for you!” he announced, placing the huge paper bag on top of the table

- he first pulled out your favourite snack before handing it to you

- how did he get these??

- omg

- then, he brought out a bottle of perfume, and a new song writing notebook!

- this was great!!

- “oh my gosh! keigo! you’re too sweet” you cooed,

- this was a lot

- “i also have something else.. would you wear this flower crown for me and do some fan-service?” he queried

- of course you would!

- you nodded before placing the flower crown on top of your head

- “what do you want me to say?”

- “say.. i’ll be a good dove for hawks. is that okay?” he smirked, tracing small circles into the palm of your hands

- w-wHAT

- was this legal

- your managers were literally ignoring you—

- “o-oh! sure! uhm-“

- god you were going to regret this

- “i-i’ll be a good dove for hawks!” you whimpered, showing off your practiced aegyo

- “ahhh! my heart!” he gasped, dramatically clutching his chest

- “excuse me, we need the next fan to come up” you manager tapped the both of your arms

- you nodded before smiling at hawks and waving goodbye

- you were going to miss him :((

- ig it just wasn’t meant to be

- the night you had gotten home, you decided to go through your gifts

- you were particularly interested in the gift you had gotten from the blond man

- it was really sweet of him to get you a notebook

- the moment you had opened it, you had noticed that something was written on the first page

- ‘xxx-xxx-xxxx call me pretty girl <3’

- he was a bold onealright

- you were contemplating on actually calling him

- he could leak your number!

- well, you could just wait for him to speak

- fuck it

- you dialed the number on your phone and waited as it rang

- “hello?”

- “i-is this keigo?”

- “hey dove, i’m glad you called”

- y/n: i did it :33