#i was zo fortunate to know you

[lilbabyratgirl]

Grief is something truly beautiful. When two hundred people feeling all the same, unconsolable, endlessly painful thing all come together.to console one another in the same way.. there is something in this that goes beyond words. I can't fully explain it now but I am so grateful.....

[minhosimthings]

Me Quedo Mirandote || 18+

Pairings: Jake × fem!reader

Request: I dont know if you accept a req now but... fresh grad worker! (jake or hyunjin) × ojt student y/n. Y/n was assigned to (jake or hyunjin) to train her but yn like riding (jake or hyunjin) in his swivel chair. (Jake or Hyunjin)'s work desk cubicle is in kinda hidden in the corner. (cockwarming, cowgirl, softdom!(jake or hj))

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, 18+, thigh riding, degradation, 1% sir kink because I can, orgasm control eyy, cock riding, unprotected sex (zont zo it), mention of blood, fingering, praise, semi-public sex, role-play ish situation?, Use of petnames 'doll', overstimulation, dom!Jake, sub!reader, swearing, reader wears a dress

A/N: On popular demand, I decided to just copy paste my og Hyunjin work and change the names to Jake!

Hyunjin version

Never in a million years would you ever have thought that you'd be fixing your frizzied hair and ruined lipstick in your soon-to-be office's bathroom, but here you were, your lipstick three shades lighter and your white dress all ruined.

And no one would ever question how Sim Jaeyun's shirt had the exact same lipstick shade stains on it. Why would they? A playboy never loses his instincts, even if he's freshly graduated and teaching the only on- the-job student with full responsibility.

The fortunate student being you.

And it wasn't to say Jake wasn't fortunate as well. You were compliant, perhaps even exactly like him. He wondered how you had ever managed to get through your classes so well during the day and get through him during the cool intoxicating nights.

Another thing Jake was fortunate to have was his "private office". And by office, he meant his own comfortably small cubicle, which was far away from the prying eyes of his co-workers. It was weird for a fresh out of school student to have his own cubicle, but he guessed that his workplace valued privacy to an extreme level, so much so that his "office" hid discarded red laces, tainted white silks and on the job students perfectly.

"And that's how you write up a summary for the graphs of the month." Jake clapped his hands together, trying not to sound overly positive, as you stared dead eyed into the computer screen. He had been explaining the concept to you for an hour now, and although you'd been standing resting your chin on his head, you were mentally exhausted.

"Doll, you doing alright?" Jake cocked a brow at you, standing up to your level, arms going to your waist as if it was his daily routine. Well, technically it was his daily routine.

"Do I look like I'm doing alright?" You scoffed, eyes flittering between Jake's eyes and lips, "Don't I deserve a promotion for all the work I've done Sir?"

Jake's lips morphed into a slow smirk at your widened lamb eyes and your 'good girl' pout. His hands gripped into your skin tighter, as he leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"You're just a student Y/N. I can't give you a promotion so quick." He smirked into the nape of your neck, knowing what was coming next. How couldn't he? With how many times, his favourite 'employee' had begged on her knees to get a 'promotion'.

"But sir haven't I been a good girl?" You whispered, staring at Jake's plump lips, "I even wore the dress you bought me." You motioned towards your clearly visible cleavage in your summer dress, one of Jake's most favourite sights for his eyes to ogle at any day.

Your hands went up to his luscious locks of hair, two flicks framing his face perfectly. God, his hair was as soft as cotton, you thought, a complete contrast to how he behaved once you were suffocating his length with your pussy.

Jake's hands slid down to your ass and pulled your hips against his body, your hand pressing against his desk. It made the dress you were wearing ride up your thighs, exposing your panties. His hot lips moved away from yours and down to your neck, kissing and gently biting the delicate skin. You let out a little gasp and arched your neck, it felt divine.

“Doll, with the way you're gasping now, I wonder what you'd do once I actually start with the usual." Jake chuckled darkly, pressing a rough, carnivorous kiss to your lips, "fuck—be a good girl for me now."

Jake pulled away from the kiss and sat back on his chair, leaning as prosaic as he could against it, and rubbing his hand over his thigh, ever so cordially inviting you over to him. Why would you ever refuse? It was your favourite place to be at any chance you got. Some days, that's the only place you wanted to be, on a hot lazy day, when you wanted nothing more than Jake to shut up about presentations and slides and spread out his leg for you.

You manoeuvred yourself so that your covered but damp core met with Jake's thigh, the hem of your dress gracefully swooped over his thigh, as you parted your legs enough to let your clit brushing against the fabric. The contact caused your mouth to fall open in a silent sigh.

"Already?" Jake clicked his tongue, "That's sort of pathetic don't you think doll?"

From this angle you looked pretty to Jake with your head thrown back, pupils blown out with lust and a prominent blush on your face. It made the animalistic side in Jake ravenous for more.

Jake adjusted his position on the chair, your loud mewl made him chuckle and press a kiss to your forehead. You hands went up to grip his soft, ebony hair, which was tied perfectly in a ponytail. Well, tied perfectly, until you ran your hands through the follicles, throwing the hair band off, and continuing to grip his open hair tightly. Your grip made Jake silently moan.

"Feel that?" He lifted a cocky brow at your pleasured expression, "It's just for you, doll."

Slowly you began rocking your hips back and forth, letting your clit get maximum friction against the clothed barriers. Your hands gripped at his shirt now tightly, leaving tiny creases all along as you chased your release.

Somewhere along the way, Jake had abandoned his work and had turned all of his attention on you, gripping your hips harshly, digging marks, guiding it along his thigh while pressing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck. The chair was creaking worse than a wooden bed, but there wasn't a care in the world for that.

Jake's hands move up your thighs towards your hips pushing you harder against his thigh gaining more melodic moans from your mouth.

You rut yourself faster against him, moaning louder and louder until you finally reach what you thought was your peak.

"Jake," you whined, his kisses descend even further down your body, lips at the top of your chest, eyes peering up into your desperate and pleading eyes.

"Fuck," you sigh out, when Jake grabs your breast, lavishing it an equal amount of attention, his hands moving your hips harder and faster against him, your orgasm building swiftly at his actions.

"Beg for it darling." Jake's sadistic smile hit your face, "Be a good slut, and beg for your cum."

"Yeunnie—fuck!" You moaned out as his thigh gave a little flick upwards, "please Jake—"

"So desperate," he mumbles, tone laced with dominance, hands gliding across the back of your thighs, teasing you.

"So wet," he adds, doing as you asked and sliding his finger across your clothed core, a sinful groan escaping you, head lolling back against.

"Come for me," he husks out, letting you fall over the edge with a guttural moan, back arching, as your legs trembled, hips rocking at the pleasure that filled you. A pleasant buzz consumed your body as you rode out the aftershocks of your powerful release, your body practically going limp on his thigh at the exhaustion of coming so hard.

Your chest rose and fell with every unsteady breath, as you steadied yourself on Jake's thigh, leaning your head towards his shoulder, from how dizzy you were. Being a cowgirl really took a lot of energy from you.

As you were getting ready to stand up, you felt Jake's arm grip yours tightly.

"So soon, pretty?" He pulls you in for a rough kiss, biting your lip, he could taste salty blood on them, "I'm not even half done."

“Come here,” Jake demanded as he pulled your arm. You move around from the back of the chair as he pushes it out a bit from the table.

“Oh baby. Aren’t you just deliciously naughty?” he says as his finger slips in between your folds to find you positively dripping. “Is this all for me?” he asks as he starts to rub your clit in slow circular movements. The stimulation was killing you, yet you obliged, dumbly nodding along to Jake's words.

“So greedy,” he whispers. He slips his finger from your pussy, his hands come up to your shoulders, and he pushes the dress off of them.

“Come here and sit on my cock,” he says with that lopsided smirk you love so much.

Lifting yourself up a little, you line him up with your entrance, and then you sit back down and let him slide into your wet, needy pussy. Filling you so perfectly. Stretching you completely. You slowly sink down onto him, as he grips your waist harder, holding you down.

“You can take it.” He moans out. He slowly pushes himself in a little more, and you swear you hear him whimper. You cry out, laying down on his chest.

“Shit!” He goes inch by inch, and you groan louder and louder as he fills you out.

"Fuck,” Jake groans. And then you start to move. Slowly, up and down. Your hands rest on his hair for leverage as you bounce yourself on his cock.Your tight grip on his hair makes Jake throw his head back slightly, his eyes almost rolling to the back with the sheer amount of pleasure he was recieving from your hands running through his locks.

"Fuck—baby keep doing that." He mumbles, not even sure if you've heard it, you probably did as was evident from your now tighter grip, your fingers dancing their pretty ballet through Jake's velvety hair.

Jake grabs a tight hold of your hips, and he lifts you up a little before he starts to thrust up into you. Harder and faster than you managed. Pounding into you over and over.

"Fuck—Jake!" You gasp, a little louder than usual, "touch me—please."

Your begs elated Jake, how could he refuse? He shakes his hand from your hip and presses his fingers to your cunt. His motions on your clit are as frantic as his thrusts into you.

Pushing you closer and closer to the edge. And with a final buck into you so deep that he nudged your cervix as his thumb pressed down on your clit, you both cum. Hard and fast.

Your hips gyrated harder, until the spurring had come close; hot liquid squirted on his cock. The orgasm rips through you at such intensity that your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you scream out his name. His cock twitches as his cum spurts inside you.

Jake tilts his head to rest on your chest as he tries to catch his breath, and he moans out your name. You kiss him softly at the top of his head. Your fingers are raking through his hair as you try to calm your own breathing down to normal.

"You've made such a mess." Jake chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours, "my messy girl."

"How about those graphs now, Mr Sim?" You asked, a tint of cockishness smeared in your voice.

"Graphs?" Jake laughed, gripping your hips again.

"We're not even a quarter done yet, doll."

[archive-of-alexandria]

Weak Ankles (Zoro x Reader)

A/N: One big helping of Zoro x Reader fluff, full of pining with a healthy dose of yearning. Somewhat inspired by that scene in Hercules, because it just felt too perfect for Zoro <3 xx

**

Zoro has never encountered a fight he can't muscle his way out of.

Having recessed into the corner booth of some podunk tavern while armed with nothing but a dangerously low bottle of sake and a healthy dose of self-imposed misery, however, he feels his chances of winning this particular battle dwindle by the minute.

As his swig bleeds the bottle dry, Zoro groans and drags his hand over his face. He succumbs to his desire to wallow.

Hell or high water, right?

Zoro has never encountered a fight he can't muscle his way out of, but the swordsman has never charged head-first into mushy feelings either.

Perhaps that's why he's seeking refuge back on the Going Merry as the sounds of the party rattle on the breeze behind him, trailing him, like a specter.

Zoro grimaces.

Kunia had once explained sword fighting as a language, and the idea has stuck with Zoro ever since. Sparring matches had turned into spelling bees, each hit earning a vowel or letter.

The first one with enough hits to spell out f-u-c-k-y-o-u was always the winner.

Zoro knows the language of fighting well.

There is no training to be had for situations like these...situations that call for finesse with words that can't be spoken with the hilt of a blade.

The ocean is deep and dark with evening and yet Zoro's eyes are glued to the depths, willing divine intervention to give him a direction.

He gives the railing a small shake, mock-pretending the water is like one of those fortune-teller spheres. No reply but his own reflection.

Outcome is unlikely.

A stirring on the deck catches his attention, hand moving to his hilt as he stiffens.

A soft voice breaks through the night.

"Hello."

...

"Hey."

**

Zoro's eyes zoned in on a figure through the sake's warped glass, the sight impossible to miss even from his hiding place. Zoro's lip had quirked up, though he'll never admit it - another small defeat at the hands of his unsuspecting foe.

Who could ever miss a sight such as you?

No, there was absolutely no way a soul in the taverna could miss the sight of you - your feet planted firmly on a tabletop with your head thrown back in glee. You're a whirlwind of whipping hair and skirts as a maritime shanty pours from your throat. Grog splashes from the stien in your grip, ale sloshing and spraying like the ocean you merrily sing of. The whole of the island seems to be singing with you, the tavern bursting with music and laughter as patrons slur out the words to the refrain.

When Luffy argued that pirating wouldn't be complete without a bard to chronicle the legendary adventures of the Going Merry, Zoro had staunchly opposed the idea. What good would a bard be in battle? What navigation skills, if anything?

Someone can't sing their way to victory.

As Zoro sat mesmerized, he began to think he was very, very wrong.

This is true power, Zoro mused from his place of solitude, Swaying complete strangers with nothing but the sound of your voice.

When he realized he'd been grinning like a fool, Zoro swallowed.

He was desperately losing this uphill battle.

**

The deck of the ship suddenly seems miles long.

Zoro can make out your reddened cheeks in the darkness, alight with the warm glow of youth as a sweet smile settles on your lips.

"You left."

Zoro's heart clenches at the simplicity of your words. He doesn't move.

"Yeah, I did."

Undeterred, you begin to move towards him. It's stumbly, though the sound of your soft chuckle lets him know you're aware of how foolish you seem. He watches as you make your way towards him, your eyes never leaving his face.

A homing beacon.

"I was wondering where you'd gone,"

"Hm?"

"I was saving a dance for you, Zo."

Your voice is quiet. Zoro's blood runs cold.

You had sought him out - he imagines your eyes twinkling, hair wild and free falling all around you like a halo as you reached for him from your makeshift stage only to find him gone.

To punctuate your confession, your feet seem to shuffle in a dance much too elegant for having been stomping on tables and slamming down ale, and yet here you are - light as a feather in the midsummer breeze.

The bouncing of your body keeps in rhythmic time with the gentle crash of the waves, and realization crosses the swordsman's face.

You're not dancing. You're moving through the seogi he has taught you during training.

Zoro's heart swells, a breath of a laugh passing through his lips.

"That's some fancy footwork, twinkle toes."

As if his words jinxed you, your foot catches hold of a divot in the planks. Zoro's reflexes are quick, securing you to his chest as you squeak out a yelp - an arm around your waist and the other on your forearm without so much as a thought.

A bashful smile blooms on your blushing face, cheeks dusted pink from the alcohol and the proximity of your bodies. You try to stand, pressing your forehead to his.

"Hmm..." You chuckle, closing your eyes tight. You bunch up Zoro's tunic in your fingers.

He wonders if you can feel his skin on fire beneath the flimsy fabric.

He holds his breath.

"Weak ankles."

The thick summer air is sucked from Zoro's lungs. You're near catlike in the way you seem to curl into him, nestling closer and closer...

Before the moment settles too deep, you're speaking again.

"Oh! That reminds me of a story...!"

"Haven't you told enough stories tonight?"

Although he teases, Zoro doesn't mean it. No. Not when the sky is clear and bright and your body is pressed so tightly to his and your eyes seem to glitter as they peer into his own.

As you playfully swat his chest and snort out a laugh, Zoro silently vows to spend a lifetime listening to your tales.

"N-No! No," You insist, "This is my last one - promise! Telling stories is my job anyway~!"

No one is around to hear the giggles from the two of you or to see the way Zoro's smile hangs lopsided, or to catch the slight flex of his fingers as he pulls you even closer.

"Well then," He gently butts your forehead with his,

"Go on."

You begin to weave a tale of a brave young soldier, born with great skill and undefeated in battle. You tell Zoro the hero reminds you of him. He stumbles out a "thank you".

You say that the "great soldier" had lived in disguise as a young woman, sparking a short, teasing aside about how he would make a lovely woman (which Zoro vehemently denied).

You speak of a great battle and your gaze is far away, your fingers tracing patterns along Zoro's chest, every tug and pull of the fabric between your fingers tightening the hold on his heartstrings.

You explain how the soldier's mother had dipped him in a river but forgot the heel, and in his final battle was struck down in the very same spot. You make a quip about everyone having their very own "heel" in life before proclaiming that the tale is very romantic and sad.

Your arms slide up and around his neck, fingers finding their way into his hair.

Zoro's jaw clenches. Your eyes fall to his lips.

There is no wind, no waves. The entire world seems to have stopped breathing in anticipation.

Zoro's mind desperately searches for anything from his training to tether himself to at this moment, foggy from the way your breath tickles his face and the blood pounds in his ears.

In an instant, he makes a move.

"Your...your ankle."

He drops to his knee, breaking all contact.

Your breathing shutters, arms wrapping around yourself in comfort.

Zoro is glad it is dark.

He takes in the delicate slope of your ankle in his hand, pulling the bandana from his head to prep a makeshift brace for your sprain.

You sit in silence as he works, though his mind is far from quiet.

Zoro cannot afford to have soft spots like weak ankles. All of his training will be wasted.

No.

Zoro cannot afford to admit that he's in love with you. Not to you, not even to himself.

Your hand gently raking through his hair pulls Zoro from his stupor, eyes snapping up to meet yours.

"My hero," You hum, "Zoro..."

He can see himself reflected in your irises.

Your hand moves to caress his face.

It never happens.

Zoro grabs your wrist before you can even blink, gaze downcast, and grip uncomfortably tight.

"We should get you to bed."

**

Zoro hasn't slept in three days.

You've been avoiding him for three days.

Zoro doesn't blame you, though - he knows that he embarrassed you a few nights ago. Nami makes sure he knows just how badly he fucked up as well, throwing glares in his direction and spitting venom his way...

How could you do that to her?

Don't you realize how much she cares for you?

Have you transported all of your brains into your muscles, asshole?!

The Going Merry was certainly a far cry from merry.

Luffy was the only crewmate who entertained the idea of sparring with Zoro without an alternative motivation to beat the shit out of him for what he's done.

As Zoro countered Luffy's hook, the sound of your laughter floated through the air.

In a moment of weakness, he allowed himself to look.

You were seated as Chopper entertained you with his dance moves, clapping encouragement and cooing praises. The smile on your face made Zoro's chest grow tight.

Luffy had taken the opportunity to pounce in Zoro's distraction, sweeping the swordsman's leg clean out from underneath him.

"Ha HA! Gotcha! Victory!"

Nami whoops from down below, and Zoro mutters a curse.

"What happened there, Zoro?"

Luffy's voice is far away as Zoro thinks back to fighting lessons with you. He had taken Kunia's advice, using his sword to speak the words he could not. Every tap, every jab, each little correction of your form follows the sparring language he had made up as a child.

Every time, he finds ways to spell out i-l-o-v-e-y-o-u.

Zoro had promised to teach you how to fight for selfish reasons. He can't afford to let his weaknesses show, but helping you grow strong enough to protect yourself...that will have to be enough. Even if you can't see it that way.

Zoro sucks his teeth, giving his head a shake as he accepts Luffy's help up.

"Tch - weak ankles..."

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Her || Charles

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 26/? Word count: 4989 Co writer: @mistrose23

Story summary: Matilde Jørgensen, the new Scuderia Ferrari team principal, faced the nerve-wracking challenge of reviving the team's fortunes and aiming for a championship. Leading a historic team as a 'newbie' and separating her work and personal opinions posed a significant challenge. The big question: is she capable to do so?

Previous chapter

Chapter 24. Her Driver, His Boss

“Het is regenachtig, koud en wat ben ik toch trots op jullie dat jullie het zo uithouden in de stromende regen, dames, heren, jongens en meisjes. Maar het is eindelijk tijd om een praatje te maken met Max zijn teambaas Christian. Matilde, de teambaas van Ferrari, is er ook bij! Zoals vele van jullie weten heeft Matilde ook voor Red Bull gewerkt en is zij mede verantwoordelijk voor Max zijn eerste wereldtitel. Hebben we toch nog een oranje interview. Mag ik een ontzettend warm applaus voor Christian Horner en Matilde Jørgensen!” the interviewer announced. (TRANSLATION: It's rainy, cold and I'm so proud of you being here in the pouring rain. But it's finally time to have a chat with Max's team boss Christian. Matilde, Ferrari's team boss, is also here! As many know, Matilde also worked for Red Bull and is partly responsible for Max's first world title. We still have some kind of an orange interview. May I give a very warm round of applause to Christian Horner and Matilde Jørgensen!)

Cheers filled the Dutch race track and two people entered the arena stage and they looked around; they were both standing under umbrellas. Christian waved around and Matilde could only look her eyes out.

"Welcome, both of you," the man said. "Thank you for joining us."

"Absolutely, always," Christian replied and gave the man a nod.

Matilde smiled. "Thank you for having us," she responded.

"It is an honour to have you here. What do you think of the Dutch Grand Prix so far?"

"The atmosphere is incredible. I mean, look around: a sea of orange. The Dutch fans are so passionate and it's so fantastic to see them supporting Formula 1, and their favourite driver: Max. There's just so much enthusiasm even in the rain," Christian answered the question. 

The fans cheered once again. The rain didn't bother them, they weren't made of sugar. 

Matilde couldn't stop smiling, it was so beautiful to see the love of these people. She saw it at Spielberg en Spa already, but this was the next level. "It is just amazing to be here, I can't say anything else," she shared her thoughts. "I've never seen this kind of energy before, wow."

"But you have been at Zandvoort before, right?" Christian then asked.

She nodded. "Yes, in 2021, when there were still COVID regulations. I've seen a part of it, but not like this."

The interviewer laughed. "And how is it for the team to be here? Do you feel the extra pressure to perform?" He looked at Christian.

"I would be lying if I said I didn't feel the extra pressure, but it's good to feel the extra pressure, it gives us energy to get out the most of this weekend," Christian said. "We're aiming for the top spot. Max is on home turf, and being able to be here at a historical track is just phenomenal."

The fans were cheering once again.

"Matilde, how are you doing? You missed three races due to a medical situation. How does it feel to be back?"

Slowly, it stopped raining. Matilde closed the umbrella and nodded at the question. She knew it was a routine questionnaire, since everyone was here for Christian and Max. "I'm fine, thanks," she replied and smiled gratefully. "I had my appendix removed during Silverstone and I am fully recovered. It was hard to watch the races from home, so I'm glad to be back - even though I was at Spa to watch the race. I can't wait for what the second half of the season can bring us." She looked around. 

"And how does it feel to compete against your old team? You've switched from Red Bull to Ferrari between seasons, Zandvoort is one of the home races of Red Bull, Max and Charles are fighting for the top spot. Is this race different for you than others?"

Matilde loved how much this man was framing her into the Dutch side. The Dutch would do this so often and easily. Everything that they would do to get a quote about Max. "I will give them Zandvoort, I will get Monza," she joked and looked at Christian. They were both laughing. "Perhaps. Maybe. We will see how it goes. But, err, it's incredible to see Max and Charles, and Carlos, fight. In the beginning, it was weird to be on Ferrari's side after being at Red Bull's side for a few years, but it's a pleasure to work for Ferrari, to work with brilliant people and get the most out of it. It's a privilege and I hope we have more fights in the future."

The interview continued. Matilde and Christian enjoyed the atmosphere, also because they could joke around for a bit. Luckily, the Dutch fans understood the vibes and went along with them.

When the interview came to an end, Matilde and Christian thanked the interviewer and the crowd. The crowd returned some cheers to them, and the pulsating beat of the music from the boxes filled the air again. Matilde and Christian were still standing on the side of the stage, still talking to the interviewer for a moment. Well, Christian did and Matilde was waiting. Some fans could still see them.

A massive smile appeared on Matilde's face. "Tu, tu, tu, tu, Max Verstappen," she sang along, when the song boomed from the boxes. "Tu, tu, tu, tu, Max Verstappen. Tu, tu, tu, tu, Max Verstappen. Tu, tu, tu, tu, Max Verstappen. Tu, tu, tu, tu, Max Verstappen." She listened to the song carefully. "Let's take it to the max, put your hands up, hands up." Her eyes met Christian's, who almost gave her a side eye. Only for that look, she raised her hands up in the air. "Let's go, let's go." When the beat dropped, Matilde jumped and moved along with the rhythm. It was a spontaneous moment filled with joy, carefree expression of excitement and the passion that racing and the incredible Dutch fans had stirred within her.

Everyone witnessed the unexpected spectacle of the Ferrari team principal dancing with enthusiasm to a song of her rival. The crowd cheered and laughed, but still sang along with the song.

Christian couldn't contain his laughter at the sight. It looked like Matilde had the time of her life. He clapped and then jumped along with Matilde for a second. It was a break from the competition, and Christian appreciated the spirited energy Matilde brought to the scene.

* * *

Max Verstappen private: Are you almost there yet?

Matilde privé: Almost! Just getting out of the metro

When she heard the announcer say they've arrived at 'De Pijp' she stood up and waited for the metro to stop. Along with some F1 fans, who just came back from Zandvoort, she stepped out of the metro and took the escalator upstairs. She checked out with her debit card and walked out of the metro station. Luckily for Matilde, the fans didn't seem to recognize her. While walking towards the bar where she was supposed to meet with Max, she looked around and took in the typical architecture of Amsterdam.

After a short walk, she saw the bar and made her way to the entrance. A man stood next to the door and he eyed her up and down. A slightly uncomfortable feeling washed over her and she tried to shake off the feeling. He had a drink in his hand and a cigarette in his other hand.

"Matilde?" he said.

"Yes?" she answered, slightly unsure. She didn't know how to respond correctly.

"Great, come on in," he told her and he laughed. "I just had to make sure that you aren't a fan."

Matilde smiled as well. This man was probably a bouncer that Max had hired to ensure no fans would disturb his night out after the race. She opened the door and stepped into a hallway and after opening the next door, she was welcomed with the music and the chatter from the people inside. Before she had the time to properly look around, a piercing scream filled her ears.

"MATILDE!"

Many people looked at the entrance, to see Matilde looking like she wished the ground would swallow her up. Charles was one of those people who looked at her, the shout by Max' engineer GP pulled him out of his conversation with Pierre Gasly. He recognised his team principal and turned his head back to Pierre to finish his sentence. However, the image of Matilde in a dress, made him forget all the words and he had to look back at her.

There she stood, smiling widely and pointing at GP. She rolled her eyes, took off her blazer and made her way to him. Charles' eyes kept following her. This was the first time he saw her in a dress. The dress hugged her curves perfectly. The light green colour fitted her skin tone and her light coloured hair - which was now in a loose braid which resulted in an exposed neck. She had never looked like this before.

Pierre looked besides Charles and followed his eye sight to see who took Charles' attention. A smirk grew on Pierre's lips when he saw her. He looked back at Charles; a soft look glazed in his eyes. "Hello," Pierre said and punched Charles' shoulder.

"What the fuck," Charles mumbled and he glanced at Pierre.

"Are you going to finish your story or what?" Pierre grinned.

Charles rolled his eyes and punched Pierre back, he tried to remember the conversation they just had, so that he could continue the conversation.

On the other side of the room, Matilde had finally found Max and they were having a gin and tonic together. The whole place was crowded with drivers, colleagues and other people who were important to Max. Matilde had to raise her voice at Max to make herself heard.

"Where did you find all these people?" Matilde asked with a smile on her face.

"Oh, most of them are paid actors," Max casually said and he took a sip of his cocktail.

Matilde shook her head. "Who is the most expansive?"

"You."

"When can I expect the payment?"

"You receive my love; that's enough," he replied. He wrapped his arm around Matilde's neck, bringing her closer to him, and kissed her cheek.

A laugh rolled over her lips and right at that moment, a photo was made of them. Gemma stepped towards the two friends and showed the picture on her phone.

"This is so cute!" Matilde yelled enthusiastically and looked at Max.

The corners of Max' mouth were about to curl up, but he straightened his face on purpose. "I've seen cuter photos of us before," he said and walked away, welcoming the next guest. While he walked away, he looked over his shoulder and smirked at Matilde and Gemma.

Gemma's jaw dropped and looked in disbelief at Matilde.

Matilde squeezed her eyebrows together and looked at Gemma while bursting into laughter. "What a fucking dickhead," she laughed.

"I..." Gemma looked perplexed. Matilde figured out that Gemma already had a few drinks in. "A huge dickhead, jeez man." She put her phone away and hugged Matilde tightly. "Where is your juichcape?"

"My what?"

"Juichcape? That orange cape with a lion on it? That thing you wore today before the race?"

"Ooo, yeah, Ferrari took it from me, party poopers," Matilde playfully smiled.

Gemma frowned. "That is ridiculous. I hope you will get it back and wear it at Monza."

A laugh rolled over Matilde's lips. "We will see."

As the evening progressed, the atmosphere in the bar grew livelier with each passing moment. Matilde found herself caught up in the whirlwind of conversations, laughter and the occasional clinking of glasses. At the beginning, she stayed with the same group; GP, Gemma and Max, who had a pitstop at the group every now and then. Later on, she bumped into familiar faces from the grid, moved through the crowd, exchanged greetings and engaged in light-hearted conversations. For a moment, she had forgotten that she was a team principal; she was just Matilde.

Matilde walked past the bar and kitchen to the toilets. There was peace - as far as possible. The banter was in the distance. Matilde washed her hands and looked in the mirror, the baby hairs around her skin started the curl up, to her annoyance. A sigh left her mouth and she tried to smoothen the hairs, but she realised it wouldn't do anything to her hair since water would only make it worse and without any product it wouldn't do anything. But whatever, she thought, she didn't have to look at it.

Her eyes shot up in the mirror when someone walked behind her. "Oh, hey," she smiled and turned around.

Charles stopped walking and looked over his shoulder. "Hey," he smiled.

"I didn't know you were here," she mentioned.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Small bar, but so many people."

Matilde chuckled and agreed with him. Charles stepped into the men's bathroom. Matilde turned back to the mirror and took a deep breath: 'I didn't know you were here', an enthusiastic move. Disappointedly, she put on some tinted lip balm and was about to go back when Charles stepped out of the bathroom.

"Max surely knows how to throw a party," Charles said and washed his hands. "Is it a party?" He looked at Matilde.

"It's a party, but I get what you mean," she replied. When someone said a party, she would think of a birthday party, but this was a casual party in a local, modern, typical bar in Amsterdam. "I like this bar, it's so typical Amsterdam." They weren't in an old brown bar, but more the modern version of it. If she remembered it correctly, it used to be a brewery.

He nodded and dried his hands. "It is surely different from Monaco," he agreed. "How do they do it in Denmark?"

"Monaco is fancy, huh?" A playful smile played on her lips. Charles rolled his eyes. "Copenhagen has the same vibes, but I like it more there." They walked back to the bar. "Have you ever been to Denmark?"

They were welcomed by a lot of noise again; people who were talking, laughing and some music.

"Do you have something to drink?" Charles asked, almost raising his voice. He didn't wait for an answer. "What do you want?"

Matilde read the menu above the bar. "I will take a Radler." Charles nodded and went to the bar to order a Radler for Matilde and a glass of white wine for himself. "Thanks," she smiled when Charles handed her the beer with lemonade. They moved through the people towards the back of the space.

"Sante," Charles said.

"Skål," Matilde said and clinked her glass against his.

He took a sip. "But I have never been to Denmark. I've been to Finland, though."

A chuckle left her mouth. "Yeah, but that's not Denmark. It's far from Denmark." She took another sip from her beer. "I've never been to Monaco, but I've been to France," she cheekily said and winked.

"But you have bee- oh, come on, Matilde. Don't be ridiculous."

"Don't call out the wrong counties."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by shared jokes and teasing. Even though they shared their love for racing, they didn't talk about it. They were interested in each other. Being in an unfamiliar, non motorsport area - besides being surrounded by people of the motorsport, gave them the shot to get to know each other on a different level. Unnoticeably, Charles stepped closer to Matilde to hear her more properly. The music became louder, which caused everyone to raise their voice to make themselves understandable. Matilde leaned in to him when she shared her words and to listen to her words. Her arm touched his arm and he sometimes felt an electric shock through their arms. Matilde looked down when she felt her cheeks heating up, because she realised what was happening. She bit her lip and placed a lost piece of hair behind her ear.

"Hello."

Matilde looked up and Kevin was standing in front of her and Charles. The shy look on her face changed to a confused, but surprised look. "Hej."

"I'm gonna steal her from you," Kevin informed Charles while smiling. His eyes shot from Charles to Matilde, who couldn't hide her blushes, Matilde followed Kevin to the bar, where they both ordered sparkling water. "How much did you drink?"

Matilde squinted her eyes and leaned against the bar. "Gin & Tonic and a Radler beer. Why? You? How did you even get here? Since when are you friends with Max?"

"Only a beer," he replied. "And Max invited Nico and Nico took me with him. Anyway, you're going to Denmark next week, right?"

"You know, Kevin, your conversation skills turned into detective skills," she mentioned. A smile curved on her lips. "But yes, after Monza."

"Do you have a free evering that week?" Before he let her say anything, he accepted her feedback by turning his question into a conversation. "Because next month is my birthday and you are busy so I was thinking of going out for dinner with Louise, Lars, Lene and you to celebrate it ahead."

"Yes, that sounds amazing," she said. "Of course, I will be there."

A happy smile came on Kevin's face. "For how long will you be home?"

"The entire week, I'm working from home," she shared. "I have a few meetings in Copenhagen, management wise, and I will give the students of Lars a masterclass about PR."

He nodded impressed. "Ready to leave it all behind for a week?"

"No, but if they fuck it up, they fuck it up," she shrugged. They both laughed. "I'm still working from home, though."

As Matilde and Kevin continued their conversation at the bar, Charles watched them from a distance, a twinge of jealousy tugging at his heart. He knew Kevin had a wife and children, and he knew that he was just friends with Matilde and that she knew his wife as well. But he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at the interruption, wishing he could have more time alone with Matilde. Despite his initial jealousy, Charles felt happy for Matilde that she had a good friendship with Kevin. It was always a nice feeling to have someone in the same world that came from the same country. He had always been on her side.

At some point, a Dutch song blasted through the speakers, a song everybody knew: Europapa by Joost Klein. They all shouted some familiar words and when the part came on to hak, some made an attempt on hakken, but there were a few who could pull it off. Matilde was familiar with the scene, a cousin of hers was obsessed with hakken. She pulled off an attempt, and it looked like it. But at least they all had fun. It was like they ended up at a party with songs everybody could easily shout along.

The night was nearing, and many people decided to leave and the bar was about to close in twenty minutes. Just like Matilde and Charles, who happened to stay in the same hotel, so they decided to leave together - well, Charles insisted on leaving together since he didn't feel comfortable with Matilde walking back to the hotel on her own.

Matilde grabbed her blazer from the rack and was about to put it on, but a familiar tune entered her ear. She looked into the crowd, finding Gemma. Gemma looked up from her phone, looking for Matilde. A smile grew on Matilde's face and she looked at Charles, who raised his eyebrows by her glance. "Hold on," she said to Charles and pushed her blazer and purse into his hands. She made her way back into the crowd.

"I am unwritten. Can't read my mind," Gemma sang dramatically, singing along with Natasha Bedingfield's 90s hitsong Unwritten.

A laugh left Matilde's mouth. "I'm undefined. I'm just beginning. The pen's in my hand. Ending unplanned," she sang along.

Gemma's eyes lit up as Matilde joined the duet. The surrounding crowd turned to watch as the two friends lost themselves in the moment, their laughter filling the air as they sang. As they reached the chorus, Gemma threw her arm around Matilde's shoulder and they began to jump.

"Feel the rain on your skin. No one else can feel it for you. Only you can let it in. No one else, no one else. Can speak the words on your lips. Drench yourself in words unspoken. Live your life. with arms wide open. Today is where your book begins. The rest is still unwritten."

For a brief moment, everything else faded away as they revelled in the simple pleasure of music and friendship. It was a happy moment for them, but it even made the others in the bar happy. The two women were enjoying life and the moment. And as the song came to an end, they hugged tightly, their smiles reflecting the pure happiness.

On the side, close to the exit, Charles was watching the two women. He adored Matilde's spontaneity and her happiness. With a smile on his face, he leant against a table and waited for her. During the song, his eyes scanned the people around them; Max was grinning and silently singing along, Kevin was sitting at the bar and was also singing along and many more people enjoyed the song. It was just a happy moment.

With a big smile on her face, Matilde walked back to Charles. "Sorry, I just needed to do that with Gemma," she said.

Charles held the blazer behind Matilde so he could help her with putting the blazer on. "No worries, enjoy the moment."

"Happiest three minutes of the night," she breathed.

They made eye contact with Max and he waved at them. Matilde waved at Kevin as well. Before the song came on, they said goodbye to everyone, so their wave was just a final goodbye for now. They stepped outside, facing the chill but stuffy weather. Charles put his hands in his pockets and got surprised when Matilde hooked her arm in his.

"I wish I had a bike right now," Matilde mentioned when she was looking at one of the twenty bikes in the street. "My feet are killing me."

He looked down at her feet; she was wearing heels, low heels. They looked comfortable to him. "I can book an Uber," he offered.

"Meh, that's not necessary," she replied. "As long as we will not get recognised, we can just walk." She looked around. "It's funny how some countries are bicycle counties and others are not."

"It's so weird to look around and see at least one bike here."

"I believe there are more bikes in The Netherlands than people."

Charles smirked, the random facts Matilde shared was precious. "How is that even possible?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "So... Are there more wheels or doors?"

He let go of her because there was an obstacle on the pavement. However, he hooked his fingers into hers and walked in front of her. "When seeing all these bikes... Wheels. What do you think?"

"Definitely wheels," she answered. "I don't know why, but wheels." When they could walk next to each other, Charles made sure Matilde was walking on the inside of him. Neither one of them let go of the other's hand. "Did you enjoy this evening?"

He nodded. "I did. You?"

"Good. And I did too. I enjoyed how casual it was, no fancy dancy talk, just casual talk," she replied.

"But Max and gin & tonics..."

Matilde stopped walking and did the move: Max was holding his hands in the air and his index fingers were pointed to the top, and then he would move them up and down. Charles did the same and they both started to laugh. "Such a dad move," she laughed.

Charles clapped his hands and couldn't stop laughing at the impression. "That is a classic Max move," he laughed.

"It's just sweet," she commented and smiled. However, it quickly faded away when she felt the irritated sensation around her feet. Those sandal heels looked cute, it was simple, elegant, chic, but a feet killer. They were mid heeled, not even that high, but that didn't matter. "You know what," she said and looked at Charles.

"Hmm, what?" Charles said, waiting for a serious answer since she had a stern look on her face.

"I am gonna take off these heels because I can't do this anymore," she revealed and grabbed Charles' arm for support. She took off her heels.

"Matilde, stop," he advised her sternly. "Don't do that."

"What? It's so fucking painful."

"Don't go barefoot, that's fucking disgusting."

"I would rather have dirty feet than painful feet."

"What about glass? Or... cigarettes. They will end up in your feet and then I have to bring you to the hospital for a treatment," he told her and raised his eyebrows.

Matilde thought about it and nodded. "Uh, no. That will not happen," she convincingly smiled and stepped away from him, resuming her way to the hotel.

"Matilde," Charles warned her and wrapped his hand around her wrist. He pulled her back to him. He would not let her stubbornness get the best of her.

"Charles," Matilde copied his tone and stood in front of him, she was not amused.

Matilde's lips were set in a stubborn line while Charles wore a disapproving expression.

"You don't know what could be on the ground," he said, his grip on her wrist firm but gentle. "Let me call an Uber."

"The hotel is literally there," she replied and pointed at a building a kilometre away. She knew he was right, but calling an Uber for a short ride was not necessary. And many people lived barefoot. So what could happen to her? "I'll be careful."

Charles studied her for a moment, his gaze softening when he recognised the stubborn streak in her eyes. He knew he couldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to, but he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable either.

Their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills, each refusing to back down. They just stood there, somewhere in Amsterdam, grumbling about heels and the pavement. They were centimetres apart from each other. Charles felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him, the feeling became stronger after the incident in Silverstone. Matilde's gaze softened as she scanned his face, she could see the concern etched in his features, the worry lines that creased his forehead and she couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in her chest.

Charles closed the remaining distance between them, his hand reaching up to her cheekbone. He stroked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked at her lips briefly. When he looked back into her eyes, he saw a sparkle. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a sweet kiss.

Time stood still as they savoured the sweetness of the moment. Matilde's heart fluttered in her chest as she melted into his touch, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. Her hands tenderly touched his chest. The kiss was soft, yet filled with desire, longing and a sense of belonging.

When they pulled away, Matilde leaned her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the night air. Her heart was racing. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, sending more shivers down her spine.

"Let me take you to the hotel," Charles whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "I don't want you to get hurt."

She lifted her head, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. "How?"

"Here, hold this," he said and handed over the purse he had been holding. "And jump on my back."

"Charles," she giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," he smiled and turned around.

Matilde jumped on his back and wrapped one of her arms carefully around his neck. Charles put his hands around her legs and started to walk to the hotel. "You smell nice," she whispered. She wanted to make a comment about how men's cologne would stay on them for days and women's perfume for a second, but knew it was better to keep her mouth shut.

"Thank you," he softly chuckled. As he was walking, he felt a sense of peace wash over him, a feeling of contentment settling in his mind and heart.

As Charles carried Matilde on his back through the streets of Amsterdam, a sense of warmth enveloped them, cocooning them in their own little world. Matilde rested her head against his shoulder, her heart filled with gratitude for his caring gesture. She could feel the steady rhythm of his footsteps beneath her, each step bringing them closer to the hotel.

The hotel staff didn't look up when they entered the hotel. Charles made his way to the lift and Matilde pressed the button, calling the lift. There was silence between them when they stepped into the lift and made their way to the right floor. Charles walked to Matilde's room after she told him which number she had.

Charles gently lowered Matilde to her feet. Their eyes met and in that fleeting moment, a silent understanding passed between them. They shared a smile.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the stillness of the hotel.

Charles smiled, his eyes reflecting the warmth of his heart. "Anytime," he replied softly. "Sleep well," he said, knowing it was the right decision to leave for now.

"Good night, Charles," she smiled satisfied and opened her room door. Before stepping inside, she turned around and quickly pecked his lips. Then, she entered her room and closed the door behind her.

When she walked to the bathroom, a smile was resting on her face. What a man could do... Matilde looked at herself in the mirror, she looked so stupid for smiling this big. What he could do... A soft giggle left her mouth and she shook her head.

What Charles could make her feel like... Wrong.

Matilde straightened her face and stared at herself. What she just did was wrong, very wrong. It shouldn't have happened. It was disgusting. Tears filled her eyes, she was disappointed in herself.

She was his boss.

He was her driver.

"Fuck."

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[andagon]

Reboot

Fragments of memory:

Gif by @goodsirs

Those … amoebas .. in … my … brain

AAAAAAAAAAH!

Seing things, I dunno …

What the fuck is going on? @lower-management

@fishyfiles am I dying?

🐟

@trans-darbie: Welcome to my world, @andagon I’m dizzy all the time … If you survive this, come to my place. I can tell fortunes.

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fishyfiles: Woah woah woah @andagon you have brain amoebas. Do you know how to remove them from your corporeal form?

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Me: I have no idea. Mereka memakan saya, mereka memakan saya. Apa yang baru saja saya katakan?

GIF by sensorykitty

brain b b bouil bouiilab……

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fishyfiles: SHIT. Come here then. Or I’ll come to you.

I’m coming to you.

@lower-management: I'm coming too. Thoze things spread for all I know, and there'z no cure. Tho I know nothing about @andagon 's univerze, pleaze tell me they're pseudo-immortal like uz.

🐟🐟

me: I’m in this üniverse now. And ever since @docdust made @anauntie and I into separate beings again, I guess I’m a dämon like ….. aaaah … aaaaah …

GIF von echos-scomplink

I am a dämon? I äm a dämon? äääää

@lower-management: Uff, thiz corporation of yourz is not zurving this. I’m pretty sure of it. Are ya in pain?

🐟

Me:

GIF von daxnorman

🐟

@lower-management: Uh, not zure if painkillerz are gonna be effective. I uze ‘em regularly zo I got a handful on me but I can’t tell if they’ll help or make it worze- *they hold out a pill*

🐟

Me:

GIF von my-pervasiz

Where?

Where am I? What time?

Yes, the pill …. pleeeeece please

🐟

@lower-management: You're on earth *they put the pill in their hand* hope thiz at leazt makes it painlezs-

🐟

Memory reboot incomplete

Memory reboot incomplete

Memory reboot incomplete

...

[batrogers]

For any of my super niche fans curious how MY boys interact with taxation (based off this), here you go, under the cut bc *why do I have so many posts about taxes right now I stg*

Skyloft: doing the paperwork for Gaepora and Zelda wrt taxes, what's getting built and who needs help. He's honestly super happy to have stuff he can do at home to help out

Minish: dear Hylia please do not come near him with numbers, he will have fits but he CAN happily keep the store rooms sorted and he loves working with wire and other metals. His grandfather handles their taxes.

Kokiri: he's spent a lot of time helping Nabooru and Ganondorf with taxation among the Gerudo prior to this. His main use to Zelda is as a Threat against Lords that aren't paying their taxes.

Outset: he could not care less about harbour dues, and the fact that Tetra avodis them isn't a bad thing. The disaster in Gamelon happened because of the norms about letting people inspect the hold, so he's acquired some of her avoidance since.

Chief: If the gods could spare him from writing another budget about how much tax money they need for the Royal Engineers, he'd die happy. Unfortunately, Chief Royal Engineer means that's his life now. He WILL judge you for not paying your taxes. He will judge you hard.

Ordon: Mayor Bo handles taxation for the village, and Ilia ensures their herds (and children) have been accounted for, and Ordon honestly doesn't give a damn past that and doesn't have to.

Four: His father isn't dying anytime soon, so his only crime against taxation is not actually showing up for duty in the military... But fortunately, Zelda likes him and frankly nobody wants the chaos that would ensue if he DID. It just can't make the absence legal.

Prince: Legally speaking he's still a soldier who owes service for another decade and a half, but marrying the Queen has certainly redefined what that service looks like. He spends a lot of time doing paperwork about taxes. Most of his time, in fact. He would prefer to never have to account for acreage of wheat again in his life.

Rabbit: His uncle is still handling their household and he's quite happy to leave it that way, thank you very much. No further comment needed, thanks.

Smith: Upon becoming an apprentice to the castle smith, rather than the village smith, he's got a lot less to worry about with regards to guild fees and so on. Technically he's done his apprenticeship and could work on his own but he enjoys learning and also enjoys not having to pay anything but the head tax so he's happy to stay working for someone else.

Ravio: Gods save him from the ravages of doing numbers on yield from different fields. Please. It's gotten better but that just means there's more numbers. What did he do to deserve this.

Far: He sometimes does the tax rounds of the villages he knows to collect tax money because they'll trust him to be honest about taking it where he says he will. He also occasionally goes and deals with people calling themselves tax collectors who aren't. Zo and Zelt are a little hesitant, but in pursuit of legitimacy it's helpful. Just don't ask him to do the numbers himself.

Hateno: He has the uneviable position of paying taxes in both Tarrey Town AND Hateno Village, because he won't relinquish living in Hateno just because Zelda moved Flowerblight into her house. But it does cost him, and he's annoyed by that. He's been bugged about the whole 'aren't you going to do labour' before and rapidly shut them down, because everyone knows he's the guy who you ask to fix the really intractable problems not the general ones. He's also gotten into the "What kind of tax do you want anyways, I've got gleeok bits?" negotiations.

[icingsweet]

✨ filling connections for elijah loomis’ cat cafe boss ✨

CAT, 28, GMT;  SHE/THEY. | if you’re hearing ZO KAN HET DUS OOK by MAAN playing, you have to know YAZMIN ELSAYED  (SHE/HER; CIS WOMAN) is near by! the 36 year old OWNER OF FRISKY KITTY CAFE has been in denver for, like, UNDER A YEAR. they’re known to be quite FINICKY, but being WELCOMING seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble MAY CALAMAWY. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those WINDOWS FILLED WITH PLANTS, WARM TEA, THE SMELL OF OLD BOOKS, MESSY BUNS vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around MONTBELLO long enough!

BASICS:

NAME: yazmin elsayed

NIKNAMES: yaz, min (please give her more!)

AGE: thirty-six.

BIRTHDAY: 16th november 1986. 

ETHNICITY: egyptian and palestinian. 

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: cis woman, she/her.

SEXUALITY: bisexual.

OCCUPATION: owner of frisky kitty cafe.

PHYSICAL:

HAIR: brown, curly.

EYE COLOUR: brown.

HEIGHT: 157cm / 5 foot 5 inches.

TATTOOS: butterfly on the back of her neck and upper back tattoo (reference)

PIERCINGS: lobe piercing, previous belly button piercing.

MISC: she knows three languages (english, dutch, and arabic).

BIOGRAPHY:

Yazmin is adopted and one of three siblings. Her father, Rashid, is a film-maker and her other father, Jeroens, is a renowned businessman both of which meant the family were fortunate enough to travel especially when Yazmin was young. The family eventually settled down in Denver, Colorado, where she studied.

She studied business, communication and hospitality management. She had set her eyes on event planning and that's what she did, eventually making her way up the ladder and becoming very successful but the time and effort she put into becoming one of the best didn't come with out a cost.

Yazmin loves to cook. If you're close to Yazmin she's definitely cooked for you. Her family has a big dinner most weekends and when she has free time she loves getting her friends together and cooking for them all.

ALL OF THIS CAN BE CHANGED BASED ON WANTED CONNECTION FOR EX-SPOUSE. Connection has been taken, updated info:

Yazmin wasn't looking to date when she met Nash. Maybe that was the start of the end knowing she didn't have time to focus on anything else but her career. Regardless, she eventually agreed to a date. Then a second. Then a third. Soon finding out that the two clicked in more ways than one and soon finding herself starting to cherish the time they had together.

As time went on, it was easy to love Nash. They eventually moved in together. A few years later getting married. Then it was goodbye to Colorado, both wanting to spread their wings and heighten their careers choices so the move was natural.

But even off the clock, Yazmin still focused on work. Often working way into the night on her laptop as the two sat together on the couch with little being said. In hindsight, working that much wasn't healthy to her and her marriage, but at the time she had such much on her plate and there wasn't enough hours in the day. It's the one thing she regrets. A big regret, really. But in her mind Nash doesn't deserve to know that.

Still, it came as a surprise when she found out about Nash's secrets. They didn't tell her that there was a deal hone bad nor that they had been fired for trying to embezzle money and the icing on the cake was taking money out of their shared joint accounts. How could Nash not tell her something so big? She moved back the night she found out and ever since has been living with a long-term friend, Owen.

After having her life uprooted, she decided that it was time for another change. Yazmin had been working in event planning since graduating but it no longer sparked joy. A cat cafe was a silly idea prompted by the idea of her two adopted cats at first but the more she thought about it the more realistic it became — if not now, when? If not that, what?

[ynseincanada]

donderdag 21/09/2023

Ik ben bijna een maand in Canada! Hoe ongelooflijk is dat? De grootste verandering tot nu is de kostprijs van bepaalde dingen . Een broodje van normale grootte van Subway kost gemiddeld 15 CAD (= 10.46 euro). Mijn schoolboeken - in totaal 10 boeken - waren origineel 400 CAD (=278.94 euro). Ik heb gelukkig veel tweedehands kunnen kopen.

Al mijn vakken (Human Rights in International Perspective, Canadian Texts: Literary Ecologies & Social Inclusion and Digital Technologies) zijn super interessant. Er hangt een hele toffe leersfeer, iedereen is oprecht geïnteresseerd in de lessen.

Voor mijn vak Canadian Texts zijn we de laatste twee lessen naar buiten gegaan om te praten over de teksten die we moesten lezen. Hoe leuk is het om te praten over Canada's natuur in de Canadese natuur?!

Vandaag ben ik naar de Rutherfold bibliotheek gegaan om een boek uit te lenen. Rondlopen op campus is kalmerend en leuk, want je komt overal dieren tegen (spot de eekhoorn).

Ik heb ook geweldige leuke kamergenoten. Anna en ik zijn vorig vorig weekend naar een boekenmarkt geweest, waar een bibliotheek oude gebruikte boeken verkocht. Ik heb vijf boeken gekocht voor zeven dollar (= 4,88 euro). Anna en ik zijn onze volgende boekentrip al aan het plannen.

Mijn andere kamergenoot Jin is ook geweldig. Ze heeft schattige stickers op mijn deur geplakt (ze vindt dat de meeste linkse lijkt op Beau). Een avond kwam ik terug naar mijn kamer en was een super lieve post-it (en snoepje) op mijn deur geplakt. <3

Ook nog een leuk feitje: al mijn professoren kunnen mijn naam niet goed uitspreken. In plaats van 'Ynse' noemen ze me 'Ynsie'. Een bijnaam dat mijn papa altijd gebruikt. Zo voel ik me toch een beetje thuis.

tot de volgende keer

x ynse

thursday 21/09/2023

I've been in Canada for almost a month! How incredible is that? The biggest change so far is the cost of certain things . A normal-sized sandwich from Subway costs an average of 15 CAD (=11.14 USD). My textbooks - a total of 10 books - were originally 400 CAD (=297.11 USD). I was fortunately able to buy a lot second-hand.

All my courses (Human Rights in International Perspective, Canadian Texts: Literary Ecologies & Social Inclusion and Digital Technologies) are super interesting. There is a very cool learning atmosphere, everyone is genuinely interested in the classes.

For my course Canadian Texts, we went outside to talk about the texts we had to read. How fun is it to talk about Canada's nature in Canadian nature?!

Today I went to the Rutherfold library. Walking around campus is so calming and fun because you run into animals everywhere (spot the squirrel).

I also have great fun roommates. Anna and I went to a book fair last weekend, when a library was selling old used books. I bought five books for seven dollars (= 5.20 USD). Anna and I are already planning our next book trip.

My other roommate Jin is also great. She put cute stickers on my door (she thinks the most left one looks like my cat Beau - who I miss terribly). One night I came back to my room and there was a super sweet post-it (and candy) stuck on my door. <3

Another fun fact: all my professors can't pronounce my name correctly. Instead of "Ynse," they call me "Ynsie" (which is a nickname my dad always calls me). That way I feel a little bit at home after all.

see you next time

x ynse

PS: I would LOVE to receive some postcards. Let me know if you want my address!!!

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ARC REVIEW: The House at Watch Hill by Karen Marie Moning

3.75/5. 10/1/2024.

vibes: urban fantasy, lightly gothic, witchy bloodlines, vampires

Heat Index: 3/10

The Basics:

After the shocking death of her mother, Zo Gray is broke and directionless--until she gets a call from a lawyer realizing that a previously unknown relative left her a massive inheritance in Divinity, Louisiana. Before the house and the money is officially hers, however, she has to live in this intimidating, mysterious home--and put up with the suspicious townspeople--alone for three years. She can hardly say no--and the groundskeeper is quite hot--but Zo can't ignore the odd happenings in the mansion. Like doors that go to nowhere. And what about the secrets surrounding her lineage? They could be more mysterious than she'd possibly imagine..

The Review:

Okay, so first off--for the purposes of my blog, just have to make it clear: this isn't a romance novel. It was categorized as such on NetGalley, and I do (as someone who hasn't read Karen Marie Moning before) believe that the author has a reputation as a romance novelist. But this isn't one. Like, there are romantic setups--potentially more than one. There is sex. And there is more to be seen in the next book, I imagine. As of now, however, this is much more about urban fantasy witchcraft than it is about the love story.

So, while I do think there definitely could've been more development devoted to characters like Devlin and his dynamic with Zo... What was clearly more important to the story was Zo's relationship with her late mother, her dynamic with her friend Este (which I loved) and the mysterious attorney James Balfour.

I really liked Zo as a protagonist--she's not a shrinking violet, but she also isn't this Headstrong Female Protagonist. She's struggled in life, she's looking for safety and security, and she's ready to jump on a good opportunity, even if it's pretty creepy. I relate to that--and I think a lot of people in their twenties and thirties for that matter will relate to that, especially during the tough times we've been going through economically as a nation. Her love for her mother and pain over her loss is palpable--I'm fortunate enough to still have my mom, but it was really visceral and made me a bit emotional. Based on the dedication at the beginning of the novel, this entire story felt deeply personal, and I respect that.

As I said before, this was my first Karen Marie Moning book. I like her writing style--even when the pace of the story isn't super fast, the actual texture and tone is, if that makes sense? It keeps you reading, it keeps you compelled. I do typically enjoy a good bit more romance in a story, but I was by no means bored or frustrated here.

I also really liked the worldbuilding with regard to the witches. It was quite fun, and seemed to me a blend of more recent urban fantasy trends and more Witch Classic stuff. Which worked for me as someone who enjoys Witch Classic. The vampires could have used more explanation and expansion, but based on the ending of this book, I do think that will happen.

The Sex:

I did find this kind of frustration. One of the thing the book establishes early, which I really liked, was that Zo is very unapologetically sexual. She's more sexual than she is romantic, and you don't see that too often, even now, with female leads. There's no shame; it's very sex positive.

But like... the sex scenes are basically just described vaguely in retrospect. I wouldn't call it closed door, but it's pretty close. And because they're described as so mind-blowing, and because sex is actually kind of important to the magic and the story here... I felt a little thrown off. I also know, based on what other people have shown me and discussed about KMM's other books, that this is probably a shift. At least from her notable works. So I was a little let down there.

That said, if you're good with low heat sex scenes, or for that matter just don't care either way, it'll be totally irrelevant. By no means does it damage the book's quality, I just do think there are expectations that should be set and that's what reviews are for!

Overall, this is an entertaining, well-paced read that's perfect for October. If you're into witches, you're going to be pleased--and I definitely want to read more from this author (and the next in the series).

Thanks to NetGalley and William Morrow for providing me with a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

[pandasmagorica]

First watch: 10 Years Ticket episodes 5-8

Episode 1-4 notes

Ohm's performance as becomes more watchable as he becomes more complex as a character. Not that he wasn't watchable before, but there's more moderation of Phukhao's over the top behavior. On the other hand, Zo is becoming wilder (View Benyapa is a fine actor - check out her performance as 55 turned 15 teacher Jarunee in 55:15 Never Too Late - it's breathtaking).

But we don't learn a lot about what is really happening, only get suspicions. And a sense of increasing danger to Kongkwan's family as they get entwined with the criminal gang.

I want to compliment the series on having complex villains. While dealing drugs and being willing to sell them to students, Off's character Plu is protective of his friends and caring of his grandparents who have been raising him in place of his parents. Sor has decided not to sell to students, and gives friendly advice to Plu. Piak, while definitely in the evil category, still has some affection for his past friendship with the four families and warns Kongkwan's mother that she is getting into a potentially dangerous situation. He's apparently also been financially supporting Kongkwan's family, but it remains to be seen whether that's out of caring, guilt, or self-interest.

Not all villains come across as complex. The inspector seems to be pure evil. It remains to be seen whether the crime boss has a good side.

The series, while not queer-themed, does have a QL subplot in that Phukhao's mother Sai was apparently in a same-sex relationship with a woman named Pin before Sai married Santi. Pin has re-appeared and is interested in renewing her relationship with Sai. We'll see whether and how much this develops as the series continues. We have eight more episodes, so there's a definite chance of PinSai now that Santi and Sai are (unofficially) separated.

There's a book that figures in the plot. As I read it, Pin gifted the book to Sai, then Mai came into possession and intended to give it to Luk. Sai found it in Mai's bike, and Phukhao took it to the prison when confronting Luk because of her interest in the book.

It appears the title of the book, which is in beautiful Thai calligraphy that I could never hope to read even if I ever learn the Thai writing system, is also the Thai title of the series, which uses the same calligraphy.

Damn Ohm can make his eyes big!

Avoiding spoilers? Skip to episodes 9-12

Spoilers follow

Kongkwan's father Somkiat gets a job with a garage where the owner is involved with the drug ring. And Kongkwan's mother Veena winds up as housekeeper for the ring leader.

Movie theater owner Piak tries to warn Veena off, but she accuses him of being the one who killed Phukhao's older brother Mai and leaving her daughter Luk to take the blame.

Why do characters do this? If you suspect someone did something criminal, why would you personally confront them about it? This is something that drives me crazy about crime series. But I suspect we will continue to be subjected to this sort of writing forever.

Fortunately, at least for now, Piak merely scolds her to never make that accusation again. My suspicion is that Piak didn't do it, but knows who did. (And my suspicion lies with Sor as the culprit. I've seen a commenter suspect the police inspector, and that's a reasonable guess as well.) Certainly, the inspector and the crime boss know.

But my guess is that Somkiat and Veena are in peril.

Phukhao kidnaps Kongkwan and takes her to the prison where her sister Luk is held so Phukhao can confront Luk. Phukhao demands that Luk tell him why she killed Phukhao's brother Mai. Of course, she didn't kill Mai, so there's no way for her to answer that question. What she answers must have seemed surreal to Phukhao. I as viewer know she didn't do it, so what she says made total sense to me, but to Phukhao it must have been the babbling of a madwoman. It was wild to watch this scene and have the two views of it, as viewer and as Phukhao, at the same time and it's a thrilling experience. (We also see a bit more dynamics in Ohm's acting here, from the over the top I've mentioned previously to a quiet desperation.) My props to Khun Fon on this scene.

And the found family of the four families plus Piak continues to fragment as Phukhao and Plu disown each other as brothers because Phukhao won't promise not to harm Kongkwan and Plu won't promise to stay away from her.

But at least things are starting to thaw for Phukhao towards Kongkwan.

Continue with episodes 9-12

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2013 Testimonials

Masayu Soleha's engagement Date of Event: 28 December 2013 via FB Page PM

From Ayu Idris on 22 January 2014 at 2:57pm

Assalam kak. Sorry for e Late Testimonial

I would like to thank you tremendously for your help during my engagement. I feel and look great on that day.I had received great compliments on the way i look. Its makes me feel more confident for the engagement. And i love how you had change my look to be more radiant and beautiful.I will definitely recommend you to my friends that are going to have an engagement/wedding. Thank You again for your help.

Marni & Muhammad Fadhli wedding Date of Event: 11 & 12 January 2014 via FB Page

From Fadhli Fadzu on 20 January 2014 at 1:18pm

Where do i begin? Thank you so much for being there for me on my wedding day. Kak Juls, you are truly an incredible artist and individual. Not only did you make me feel the most gorgeous I have ever felt, you kept me calm and really coached me for the whole day.

I really felt like a princess on my wedding day and I owe a part of that to you. She not only wants to make you look beautiful but she goes above and beyond to make you feel beautiful, inside and out. Kak Juls, your talent, professionalism and kind relaxing spirit were essential to the day's success. I felt so beautiful thanks to you!!

Siti Zuhriyyah & Muhammad Nurfarhan wedding Date of Event: 14 & 15 December 2013 via FB Page

From Zuuh Zo on 16 December 2013 at 7:12am

Alhamdulillah God allows me to meet the perfect make up artist for my wedding. Someone who was so accommodating and easy to work with. Who has never given up. On me despite mg ficklemindedness. Alhamdulillah I met Kak Juls and her ever so hardworking and friendly assistant, Zahidah.

Kak Juls amazed me w her flair for make up and made me look awesome, gorgeous and diva-ish all together. So many of my guests complimented on my make up and it is all thanks to her. I had so much fun working w her.. It was a never ending laughter when im w her.

Thank you kak Juls Abdullah for all that u have done for me. I truly felt like a princess, pampered and feeling all pretty when im w you..

Love u loads kak. Xoxo

Nur Zahidah's makeover Date of Event: 30 November 2013 via FB comment

Known her from facebook, learn personal makeup from her, a very dedicated mentor, humble and down to earth mak andam as being her assitant, learn bridal makeup from her, a very detailed mentor who taught me alot (very generous in passing her knowledge) ... lastly im very fortunate to have my own mentor to makeover for my phtoshoot... Alhamdullilah... Syukran for all the never endig support and guidance...Semoga ur business sucess!! Amin .. and not to forget abg im too.. ♡♡ u guys

Shahidah & Ridzurin wedding Date of Event: 24 November 2013 via FB album comment

5 years ago, I was captivated at how gorgeous my sister looked like on her wedding day and 5 days ago, I was captivated by my own transformation and it’s all thanks to Him for giving her magical fingers and the opportunity to engage her as my MUA.

To my dearest Kak Juls, I can’t thank you enuff for all your effort to make this plain jane who knows nuts about make up and whose forever skeptical about even looking fine with make up on (especially with the flawed skin) jump and squeal with joy and satisfaction in front of the mirror. Really love the outfits, make up and hijabstyling! Thanks to u I feel good on my big day..

Thank you for your patience and professionalism right from day 1 we met. I was late for my first meet up with you, and then I decided to change my 2nd outfit (seems like I’m a leceh client. HEE..). The best thing about you is the respect you have for your pengantinsn our wants.

Thank you for being that Mak Andam tt doesn’t freak me out like how other Mak Andams freak me. Thank you for being like a Da Jie to me, especially on the big day itself. I really love the “Because it is Shahidah” moments, and all that “closed group talks” about you know what. So much warmth, care and love from you that I felt calm and confident to walk down the red (more like, purple) carpet. It was soo fun and gerek to have you as my MUA that I wish I had chosen to do a 2-day event, just to enjoy more of your magical touch and different looks on me! 

Initially it was worrying trying to figure out how I will look like but alhamduLILLAH, you make me feel all pretty and princess-y with my favourite wanna-have make up and smokey eyes despite my tired face. You are really good at matching the perfect make up with the different faces (something you know that I’m amazed by!). Not only that, thank you for guiding my photographer and also, taking photographs of us! You’re such a pro! And I apologise for being the most menggelenyah bride ever that you had to fix my trail and tudung every now and then.. I’m just really glad YOU ARE THE ONE. Also, would like to thank Kak Ita for being all smiley and motherly while helping me out with my choice of outfit and for the inners. And to Kak Nora, for feeding me one jubjub before/after feeding yourself. Hope you’ve recovered from the cough (oh, and you left it here.. HEE).

To Abg Im, thank you for being there for Zurin during the fitting sessions. It’s really nice to have u around and to joke around with, and for the advice on 5LoveLanguages. And must really thank you for picking up Kak Juls late, for I had the opportunity to have a H2H talk with her and a little fun with the guestbook and polaroid. Inshaa Allah we will try to heed your advices. Kak Juls, you’re definitely more than just awesome! Thank you for the beautiful memories during the simple cotton candy wedding. It feels like a fairy tale. And I would like to take this opportunity to apologise for any shortcomings from me, hubby and family. THANK YOU!! *huggzz* 

Wishing you all the best in evtg u do n Julsdsweet a great success! May Allah always bless you & family. And I’ll never forget your tagline – “STAY GORGEOUS ALWAYS!” With lots of love, Shahidah

Roslina & Md Yusoff wedding Date of Event: 22 & 23 November 2013 via FB PM

Dearest Kak Jules..

Thanks for transforming me into the princess that my husband so adore especially on the biggest day of our lives.  You're a gem!!!  To have met you and being able to appoint you as my mak andam on our big day is a god sent.  We couldn't have thanked you enough for all your advices, patience and generosity.  You listen to your client's request but give your opinions and your suggestions in the best interest of your client.  After all's said and done, if the client insists on her own way, you will still materialise her vision to the best advantage of your client.  Kudos to you and your professionalism. May Allah bless you and your family with good health and happiness always.

Cherrio from us...

Mr and Mrs Yusoff

P/S:  we sooooo <2<3<3<3  the pictures

Noy's makeover Date of Event: 16 November 2013 via FB album comment

From Ixora Veronica Iv on 23 November 2013 at 8:45pm

Hi Kak Juls. . Would lyke to say a BIG THANK YOU so much for accepting my last min makeover for last Sat 16th Nov my daughter 2nd birthday. . All my guests were full of praises for my makeup. . Uve put up an awesome beautiful transform for me. . Would highly recommend your service. . Hope to render your makeover again in the near future:)

Azlin Marliana & Maliki wedding Date of Event: 10 November 2013 via Dropbox

To the most awesome make-up artist Juls Abdullah

Thank you for making me the most gorgeous princess! The transformation  was truly out of this world. Your magic touch enhanced my already naturally "radiant aura". Glowing habis! Sungguh terserlah seri pengantin nyer. Ahakz! Your precision eye for details was unsurpassed. Perfecto. I love love love my bridal bouquet! O.M.G. Pleasant surprise, indeed. Saya suka, saya suka! Thanks again to you and also Zahidah, for making us feel like a million bucks! We hope you enjoyed the Skypark! ;-)

Sincerely Maliki & Liana

Rayhanah's engagement Date of Event: 16 November 2013 via FB Page PM

From Rayhanah Rahim on 17 November 2013 at 7:21pm

A BIG THANK YOU, for coming over yesterday to doll me up for the event. I really appreciate the time you spent on transforming me and also clicking away photographs. I loved the makeup and the tying of shawl.

Erli Yana & Ashraf solemnization Date of Event: 1 November 2013 via FB Page PM

From Erli Ramlan on 11 November 2013 at 8:24pm

Kak Juls Abdullah.. Up till today... Its been 10 days since the solemnization.. The first time u doll me up.. That is all it took to love every bit of your dedication.. Your calmness despite various circumstances.. Your professional.. Skin deep. You made reality of the exact image i played in my head.. This girl who played with various outlook of how she wants to doll herself up on her wedding day.. You are that one great strength who made it a reality.. You made me discover that.. One not only require skills.. But.. The patience to succumb such tense situation.. The capability to calm the bride. The humour to ensure the bride smile wide.. The in-depth love for all that u do.. To ensure that you focus on the bride.. Her well-being.. Her actions.. Her etiquette. You are one lady who.. Take an inch.. Made a mile.. I love how u made me beautiful kak.. The compliments I received.. Alhamdulillah. You are a god-sent. Dear Ladies... Without a doubt.. She's the one soul you love to have in the midst of the wedding frenzy.Thank you Kak Juls. I heart you.

Noraliza & Hamzah wedding Date of Event: 2 & 3 November 2013 via FB Page PM

From Lizzie HZ on 9 November 2013 at 4:37pm

Salam kak juls, First of all, me and hamzah would like to say many many endless thanks to you for dolling me up on my big day! Not only that, you were somehow a big sister to me too! You calm me down through my nervousness and never once I see you not smiling at me I respect your patience and professionalism. I appreciate you preparing my hair one night before my solemnization and my hair really turned out beauuuutiful the next day! I received many compliments not only from my relatives but from hamzah's relatives as well! Your make up skills are awesome! I highly recommend all the brides to be or whoever that needs any make up service to approach kak juls and I can assure you, you will never regret even for abit! Thanks again kak juls and I wish you all the best and success in everything u do! Send my regards to abg im for me!

Love u akak! Sincerely, Noraliza

From Hamzah on 9 November 2013 at 3:16pm

"Kak, i can never thank you enough for all the time and effort that you put in to my wife's makeup and preparation for the wedding. Your professionalism and the work that you put in has benefited me and my wife tremendously and supercedes our expectations. If i'm marrying Lieza one more time, i would definitely want you to be her Mak Andam once again!! lol!! Bt in all seriousness, me and my wife are amazed and impressed by your artistic skills in makeup and we both agree that we cld'nt have engaged a better Mak Andam than you Thank you sooooo very much kak Juls Abdullah !!! You're the best! And i really mean, 'THE BEST!!!' "

Hamizah & Ahmad Ruzaili solemnization Date of Event: 25 October 2013 via FB Page PM

Hai kak Juls !!me n hubby would like to say tank you so much for ur wonderful service....u r very sweet n layan kn i request for thick makeup ...but seriously i say ur makee up is sooooo niceeee n wonderful verrryyyy smooth i really love it....after nikah i jus kip my makeup till 12 midnight then i wash up hhahhaah....sayang knnnn....i jus love ur wayss very humble,sweettt n simple ...after  all no regrets choosing u as my mak andam for nikahh...Wish u all e best in everything alwayzz!!

Fadilah's engagement Date of Event: 27 October 2013 via FB Page PM

From Munsyi Dil on 27 October 2013 at 11:51pm

Assalamualaikum Kak Juls...

Thank u so much for doing my make -up and hijab on my engagement today. You did a fabulous job and made me feel so beautiful. The make-up n hijab was so amazing that I couldn't put into words on how I loved it! Your genuine up beat and friendly personality made me feel comfortable and at ease throughout my engagement ceremony.

To all future brides-to-be out there, I would highly recommend JulsDSweet as your make-up artist for your big day! JulsDSweet is a magnificent make-up artist and this is evident through her work!

Alhamdulillah I've made the right choice and i would definitely engage her bridal services for my wedding in the future.

Nurmala & Mohammad Alif wedding Date of Event: 28 & 29 September 2013 via FB Page PM

From Numie Tuah on 29 October at 2013 12:05am

Salam Kak Juls,

A BIG thank you for dolling this plain jane into someone who cant recognise her own self. 3 different looks for 2 days. I Love it!! My mum loves it! Everyone love it!!

Thank you for being patient with me & my husband. From waiting for me to put in my contact lens (huge relief cos there are some brides like me..hehe), the 'unexpected' moment during outdoor photoshoot, entertaining my kanchiong husband and those cam-whoring sessions.

I will always treasure those unforgettable memories. Thank you to Kak Nora for all the help and Accessories Bridal for the lovely outfits.

I wish you all the best in your future endeavours...

Cheers,

Nurmala & Alif 28 & 29 Sept 2013

Nur Hidayah & Muhd Jasni wedding Date of Event: 12 October 2013 via FB Page PM

From Heeda Yaa Aziz on 21 October at 2013 4:21pm

Salam tO my Beautiful MUA, Kak Juls..

Sorry lambat reply:)

Alhamdulillah, Bersyukur sgt2 pada Allah swt for everything which went pretty well during my majlis   Anw, my husband & I would liked to take this opportunity to express our sincere thanks which are uncountable for.. specially tO U, Abg Imran & not forgetting Kak Rosita from Accessorize Bridal for the pretty sweet oufit.

Thank u Kak Juls for assisting me since Day 1, answering my many2 queries, u were there giving me motivation, advices to keep mecalm, although i know i cried buckets i guess.. hehe..im really lucky tO have engaged ur bridal service on my special day.. U took care of me very well & Zee tOo!

Thank u Kak Juls for the awesOme makeup!  Received many2, very2 gOod compliment on ur makeup.. Thank u for everything Kak Juls.. Theres nO word REGRET only SATISFACTION..

Thumbs Up Kak Good job!!

Love u many2! & thanks for the photos, nice one

Khairunnisa & Hafizuddien wedding Date of Event: 6 October 2013 via FB Page PM

From Khairunnisa Nordin on 23 October at 2013 9:15pm

To my Dearest Make-Up Artist; Juls Abdullah.

I still remember about a year ago, I was new to finding a MUA for my wedding, new to these sort and kinna things. I felt somewhat unsure about these as I myself know nothing about make-up. But, I know: I wanted to look Natural. Any-o-how, I googled and I found you.

The first time which intrigued me was, the natural look the bride has. And that has got me glued to you. However also, I cannot deny, I was nervous of the unknown. I was afraid that my make-up will be so thick that I will look unnatural or some sort. Your service, whenever I came to Accessories Bridal, was lovely, I felt welcomed, entertained and comfortable. You have that touch. So the moment came! And well, as you can see, I look fantastic!

Thanks to you! You treated and handled me well throughout. You kept your calm and patience. Syukran.

I would definitely recommend you to other brides-to-be, Insyaallah. ;))

Anisa & Mohamed Mumin wedding Date of Event: 21 September 2013 via FB Page PM

From Anisa Sulaiman on 23 October 2013 at 10:08pm

Salam sis,

I hope it's never too late to thank you once again for the fabulous job done on my wedding 21st Sept. Thank you for dolling me up. Your patience and service was remarkable. I can still remember how you took note of all the little details to ensure I glow.

You made me feel very compose and calm when I was feeling nervous during my Nikkah. I really can't thank you for all that you have done.

You were so calm, patience, professional and went beyond the scope of a Mak Andam. Thank you once again sis. Inshayallah, may Allah's blessing be upon you always.

P.S: one of the best Mak Andam I have ever met. Strongly recommended. Keke:-)

Alfie Nadhira & Muhammad Hazri wedding Date of Event: 15 September 2013 via FB Page PM

From Alfie Nadhira Mohamed Ya'akub on 23 October 2013 at 10:11am

To my dearest superwoman mak andam Kak Juls,

Hazri and me would like to say a MILLION THANK YOU to you for your wonderful magical touch. From bottom of my sincere little heart we would like to say we did'nt regret at all taking u as our mak andam!

We are extremely pleased on how you doll me up. In fact my own husband, relatives, friends, colleagues and even myself sampai tak boleh recognise! Haha!! Magical touch la awak ni!! :))) talented! You delivered just what i wanted! Simple yet Nice! :))) Especially my 2nd hairdo yang sungguhhhh leceh. Messy bun! And it turns out sooo nice! I love it!

And the best part, i ni orang nye kulit super sensitive actually. Usually, kalau pakai makeup within few hours da flare. tapi there was no reaction at all on my face even after i wash it off at night around 10pm. So in total, the makeup was on my face for about more than 12 hours! Your products are damn good and you tak lokek at all for using a good product on your customers. COUNTLESS thumbs up!!

Thank you so much for being so patient with me especially pagi pagi buta tu nak kene pakai kan i lens. Thanks to Kak Nora too. Haha!! Layan kan si pendek ni yang takot nak pakai lens tapi padahal dia rabun. Sangat2 patient. Thank you for being there for me the entire day and tak stop stop remind me to smile and to tell myself i look gorgeous!

Your smile, your patient and your cheerful looks makes me so calm and comfortable having you by my side. Kak Juls's face was cheerful throughout the day till night!! You are always smiling, Tak sour at all padahal kite semua was super hungry and i think u sampai tak makan pon termasuk Kakak Nora. Boohoo!! Kesian u both.

To bride to be out there, if you are looking for andaman service and Kak Juls is one of them in ur list, don't need to turn back, its highly recommended! Hehe!!

Thank you wont be enough, therefore Hazri and me doakan semoga Allah sentiasa memberkati Kak Juls sekeluarga. Amin!! Once again, thank you for the AWESOME service kakak!! Apart from myself and Hazri, My mum likes you ALOT! And im sure there out people out pon sukeeee dgn youuu coz i been hearing a lot of positive feedbacka and remarks!

Not forgetting, THANK YOU too to your supportive Husband Abang Im! for the endless support and advises you shared with Hazri. you both makes a great pair!

P/S: sorry, i took so long to drop u a thank you msg. :))

Alhamdulillah we are very happy with everything and we had a greatttt time with you! THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!

XOXO, Muhammad Hazri & Alfie Nadhira 15th September 2013

Fasihah & Mohammad Hazmi wedding Date of Event: 14 September 2013 via FB Page PM

From Fasha Hadi on 17 September 2013 at 5:14pm

Salam Kak juls, a magnificent artist for any occasion. Having u as my make up artist for my wedding was a pleasurable experience as well as a highly professional one. U was well organised (lucky someone was, as i had a million things to think about!) and put everyone at ease. U're creativity, direction, knowledge & calm demeanour was everything i had hoped for in a make up artist. U transformed me into a soft, natural, beaming and elegant looking doll. My husband simply luv ur magic touch too. We couldn't thank u enough JulsDsweet, U exceeded my highest expectations and u made it look so easy!

Thank u once again..

Noor Sufiah's engagement Date of Event: 18 September 2013 via Email

Dear Kak Juls,

Thank you for your effort and time for the wonderful make up on me yesterday for my engagement day.  I can never thank you enough as I was stunned looking at how gorgeous you turned me out.  In fact everyone especially my family members were proud of your work.  Thank you also for those advice while I was sitting when the groom side arrived.  You were very nice in how you kept telling me to calm down and not be nervous.  Once again thank you for dolling me up I feel very special last night.  Hopefully you could help me out again on my big day InsyaAllah.

Take care sis and all the best in your work.  See you soon.

Thankyou. Warmest Regards, Noor Sufiah

Siti Sumazerin & Mohd Faris wedding Date of Event: 15 & 16 June 2013 via FB Page PM

From Erin Reese's on 2 September 2013 at 12:39am via FB PM

Salam Lebaran to U, Abg Im & Family! Ampon maap ler myk2 for the looong overdued review..

Seriusly, from the bottom of my heart, my heartfelt thanks to U Kak Juls for dolling me up perfect for the most special days in my life. Tak sia-sia I literally stalk ur works since early Y2K, dari zaman multiply lagik! Ever since then, I know for sure, confirm plus chop I want YOU to be my mak andam when I get married one day.

My wish came true when we finally met last year. Ur bubbly fun personality makes me even more sure of my decision. Its so easy breezy communicating with U KAk. Was ecstatic when U agreed to be MUA for my sanding day. Abg Im also help a lot in making my shy husband open up & feel comfortable during the chose-this-chose-that process. Both U & Abg Im make a terrific wifey-hubby team! Not to mention, ur kids are juz adorable, lagik2 si Zahid tuh~

We appreciate ur patience with us, esp me being such a perfectionist. ;p Through it all, U tak putus2 berikan senyuman yg manis serta giving us useful advice from time to time. Even the photographers give a sign of relief when they know U are my mak andam. Prove to show ur commendable good rep & dat U r such an easy going person to work with by others in similar line.

When we got stuck on last minute matters juz like 2 weeks b4 the wedding, we are ever so grateful you & Kak Ita go all out to manage/change things thru & take up our last minute request to doll us up for our nikah day as well. Me & hubs are really satisfied with our decision for the change, esp for the nikah costume of our choice.

Kindly convey our thanks too to Puan punyer kedai Kak Ita & husband from Accessorize Bridal for being patient, letting us try her many2 lovely costumes & finding matching items to make penampilan kita lagi menawan!

Sungguh puas hati lah Kak Juls dgn ur services rendered. Plus, many of my family & guests complimented on ur beautiful works. Hubby pon sukerrr skali..heheh~

Pada smua yg baca review ni, no need to hesitate in making Julsdsweet ur mak andam for ur big day. Her works - beyond satisfaction indeed!!

Insya-allah, if ade rezeki, am eager to re-engage ur service again for future photoshoots~ Till den, U taking care & kita berdua doakan Kak Juls & family good health always & moga ur business get even more booming prospects.

Urs truly. Erin & Faris (Solemnised & married on 15-16 June 2013)

Norimah & Ismail wedding Date of Event: 22 June 2013 via FB Page PM

From Norimah Abdullah on 27 June 2013 at 4:30pm via FB PM

Salam Kak Juls Abdullah,

Thank You again for your Wonderful Magic Touch & making me look like a queen on my wedding day!

Alhamdullilah, I received many praises from family, friends, relatives & guests at my wedding! They Love your work & most importantly I've loved your work when I've booked your service a year ago.

I've Really loved your make-up on your brides back then & up to now & your down-to-earth personality made me feel even more comfortable on engaging your service!

I feel that Great Workmanship deserves to be Appreciated & Shared therefore I am more than happy to promote your service to future brides-to-be.

Thank you again Sis & I wish you All the Best in your future endeavours...Maybe open courses for those who would love to learn from a such talented make-up artist that is You! ; )

xoxo Norimah

Norsalha & Mohd Azmi solemnization Date of Event: 1 June 2013 via FB Page PM

From Ibu Salhaz on 2 June 2013 at 9:36pm via FB PM

Alhamdullilah, positive comments from friends, relatives & most importantly hubby; Azmi Cruze.

You did not disappoint me at all. Engaging your service is worth the value. Looking at the number of likes in the photos & positive comments, no words can express how happy I was on my big day.

Thanks Juls for the wonderful great job!

Appreciate it a lots.

Thanks dear.

Irzalina & Muhammad Khairufi weding Date of Event: 16 & 18 May 2013 via FB Page PM

From Lynna Cat, Wednesday June 26, 2013

Assalammualaikum Kak Julz..

Hellloooooo Kakak!!!

Missed you la... Firstly, Lina would really like to apologize for the uber delayed commendation.. Peace:) hee

I first knew Kak Julz back in 2010 when my first gf among the 'Mango Girls' got married.. Me and my girls got blown away with her talented makeup skills especially those eyes makeup!! I too terpikat with her personality, her character, her über coolness as a Mak andam allowing us bridesmaids to be oh so chatty and Gerek to be with coz she not only of course concentrate on the bride but us included!! And then the rest of the Mango Girls, me being the final one to get married of course wanted her to do the MAGIC and definitely wanted her to be part of my special days..

I am blessed to have you not only as my mak andam on my special memorable days but also as a sisterly figure helping me giving me guidance, advising me, giving me marriage life tips and always reminding me to stay calm and doa during those terPANIC moments of mine... Your awesome makeup skills really blew me away and thank you so much Kak for making me and husby looking awesomely gorgez on our days.. Your uber friendly self, Abg Imran included really made us super happy, calm and satisfied having u both among the vendors that were involved.. We received lots of compliments for the makeup, pakaian and ur services provided and already recommended you to families and friends.. I is so in love with the makeup and can't stop looking at my pixies..

Now all the Mango Girls are happily married, I am really gonna miss you!! I really hope to see you in any wedding events InShaaAllah.. Lina and Pipi would really like to thank you, ur assistant and Abg Imran again for everything that was provided just a month ago..

Take care and keep in touch kakakku....

PS: You WON'T regret engaging her people!!

Hugs and lots of love, Irzalina aka Lynnacat & Khairufi 16 & 18 May 2013

Nur Hafizah & Muhammad Hazri wedding Date of Event: 1 January & 2 June 2013 via Email

Salam alaik, Kak Juls!!!

Hazri & I would like to extend our deepest gratitude to you & Abang Imran for the superb services on our Solemnization Day on 1st Jan 2013 and to Zahidah too, for assisting MUA on our Wedding Day,2nd June 2013. Thank you soooo much!

I remember the first time I was amazed by your gorgeous work on my friend; Azizah. Then, followed by another friend, Nirwana. By then, I've made up my mind to book you to be my MUA. I'm not regret for having you as my MUA. I'm blessed. Alhamdulillah. Thank you!

Thank you for being able to entertain me when I have to bring forward my Solemnization Day.

Thank you so much for all the advice, made me calm, positive and confidence. Thank you so much for being patience with my merepekness of worrying my double-chin, complaint panas forever, my cengengness and my lecehness with the hijab style.THANK YOU!!!

annnnnd most importantly, thank you for making me look gorgeous and flawless!!and your outfits made my husband look extra extra handsome.ohyes. :P

Thank you soooo much!!

Jazakumullahu Kheiral Jazak, Kak Juls, Zahidah & Abg Imran.

Nur Hafizah Bte Rosli :)

Rasidah & Mohd Fairuz wedding Date of Event: 25 & 26 May 2013 via FB Page PM

From Mel Euphoric, Wednesday June 12, 2013

Salam Kak Juls..

How r u? Hope u doing well wth ur loveable family...

Firstly im sorry for the late commendation due to just come back frm honeymoon.. Still my wedding is memorable for me n hubby until nw... I received a lot of positive compliments frm family n frens... Thumbs up for ur super work... Thank you so much for dolling me up n also ur advices on marriage life..

Thank u to Zeema n Abg Imran too... Bride to be who not yet enganged anyone yet,i recommend you Kak Juls.. U wont regrets having her not only as ur makandam but also as ur close fren who be there for u on ur big day..

Love you kak Juls...

Keep in touch..

Xoxo "hugs"

Norhidayah & Muhammad Suffian wedding Date of Event: 27 April 2013 via FB Page PM

From Hidayah Zainudin, Tuesday June 4, 2013

Hi kak juls,

Sorry for the delay.. I would like to thank you for make me look very gorgeous on my event day.. I really appreciate what you had done n bersyukur cause I know I make a right choice for chosen you as my mak andam.. And thanks to Sue also.. Both of you had done a great job and really make me very happy on my big day..

Once again, thank you for everything.. Me n husband wish you happiness and good luck in future..

Hope to see you again..

Salam Hidayah

Nur Amalina & Muhammad Fairuz wedding Date of Event: 4 & 5 May 2013 via FB Page PM

From Mel Ab Bharoocha, Saturday May 11, 2013

Hi Kak Juls!

Fai and me would like to thank you for ur extraordinary contributions during our 2 days event.

Your make up skills worked wonders and definitely I have received a lot of positive feedbacks and comments about your beautiful make up skills and techniques. I'm glad that I have chosen the right person since you are one of the important person behind the event..Kak Juls..u definitely didnt disappoint me at all. Thanks for making me calm through out the event. Your support and assistance was much appreciated and not forgotten,Suhaila! Thanks for helping out and the make over for my siblings.

Kak Juls, you are definitely above stars "kak andam". To those who having a great headache deciding on the right mak andam...please consider Kak Juls!..Shes definitely not gonna disappoint u!!!

Regards, Amalina

Nur Irfani & Muhammad Shafi wedding Date of Event: 13 & 14 April 2013 via FB Page PM

From Irfani Saripi, Friday May 10, 2013

Assalamualaikum Kak Juls.

Sorry for the delay but I'm finally here to write you a proper thank you note. When I first came across your FB page after my engagement last year , I was awed by how beautifully you transformed girls to becoming brides. It didn't take me long for me to decide to engage your service for my big day. I'm glad to have you as my mak andam for my 2-day wedding event. My family and friends commented that I looked gorgeous and bridesmaids even said that I looked like a doll. Most importantly, my husband thought that I was beautiful.

Alhamdulillah  Even better, I managed to fit into that gorgeous blue dress one week before my wedding! hehe. Thank you for allowing me to change the outfit and for being happy for me. and of course, for dolling me up beautifully . I'm also very grateful for the posture and posing tips you gave.

Hubby and I thank you for your service rendered and we wish you many years of happiness and success. May you and hubby stay sweet and loving always, ameen.

Nur Lidiyawati & Saifulbahri wedding Date of Event: 6 April 2013 via FB Page PM

From Lid Abuburn, Tuesday May 7, 2013 at 10:55am

Kak Juls did a wonderful job on my make-up for the day of my wedding. I'm not one for wearing foundation or a lot of make-up but everything was perfect and so natural. My make-up got so many compliments and I felt like a princess all day - I don't think I have ever looked so flawless! She was a real professional yet so friendly and calming at the same time. Thanks a million again for everything on the day.

Saiful & I appreciate your help in making us comfortable, beautiful and stunning.

Sincerely, Lidiya

Nur Aquilah & Md Farhan wedding Date of Event: 23 & 24 March 2013 via FB Page PM

From Nur Aquilah, Monday April 15, 2013 at 4:17pm

Dear Kak Juls, I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for your amazing work on my big day. I fell in love with ur makeup since day 1. I remembered back in 2011 when i first met you. You seemed very bubbly and friendly and i knew right from the start, il be very comfortable with you. You were very calm and composed, and always reassuring me to have positive thoughts. I received many compliments on your work & i'm very pleased with the result. I loved every part of it, from the makeup to the couple outfits, even the accessories. I couldn't ask for more. Thank You very much Kak Juls.. Till we meet again, InsyaAllah.

Sincerely, Farhan & Aquilah

Zhou Lu & Saril wedding (3 February 2013) Date of Event: 3 February 2013 via Instagram

From Wannietot (niece to Bride and Groom),

It was really Heartwarming to see a pure Beijing-born lady adorned in our traditional songket and sanggul lintang for her wedding. In fact, she requested for this red songket for "Good Luck" and im really glad she LOVE the outcome. Tq to my dear gf@julsdsweet for accomodating to my request to be my aunt's mak andam. Ur magic touch really awed all of us esp my family members whom have not seen Lulu sooooooooooo georgeously made-up before!

.im just glad that u really jaga my aunt dari mula sampai habis. Memandangkan my aunt ni orang asing, she felt so secured and was so touched by how u and Linda took care of her and made her feel comfortable.

Noorazura & Mustafa Kamal wedding Date of Event: 9 & 10 March 2013 via FB wall

From Azura Zuzu, Wednesday March 20, 2013 at 7:27pm

Hi kak Juls,

First and foremost, i would like to thank you for your magical touch. From day one, i saw the make up you did for hidayah's wedding ,i was truly mesmerized and i knew i chose the right person to doll me up. And again to hamraini's engagement and wedding, you still awed me. Indeed on my special day, you surprised me even more when your magical touch really made me look so different and beAutiful.Was truly loving the eye make up very much and seeing myself in tudung for the first time.

Thank you for accomodating to my cerewetness and always be by my side to advise me the norms of a bride should do. U really make me feel comfortable and appreciate your presence not only as my mak andam, but also as a friend and a sister to me.

Thank you kak juls and kak ita for the wedding outfits and the accesories which are all beautiful and grand. i really love seeing myself in my goddess peach kaftan and my pink sanding outfit with the beatifully done makeup . Not forgetting abang Imran for the advises and wedding tips to both me and hubby. Just loving it and really looking forward to learn more from the experts :) insyaallah.

Lastly, thank you once again for making me feel special with your Wonderful touch and kak linda for also assisting me. That special moment will always be remembered with Juls Dsweet as being part of making the event a memorable one.

Keep it up and wish you great success. :)

Siti Norazakiyah & Abdul Rahim wedding Date of Event: 2 & 3 March 2013 via FB wall

From Zakiyah Salleh, Sunday March 11, 2013 at 10:10am

One week had past. How wonderful things have been so far.:) Alhamdullilah. All i ever prayed for was jus a simple and meaningful wedding to gather close frens and families. Who wud have thot tat in tat process i wud actually be making frens with wonderful ppl who are full of positivity and zest for life.:D

Kak Juls Abdullah, thank u so much for making me look and feel so gorgeous on my big day! D make-up that u did for me was awesome, and ur choice of styling for d costumes was amazing. I am sure Suriani Muhd, is very happy for d hairstyle u did for her too!:PWhat i appreciate even more was ur attitude. U never gave up in finding d wedding dresses that i wud feel great in. And u were always taking care of our feelings throughout d 2 days. "Happy Thoughts! Happy Thoughts!":D:D:DAnd of course not to forget ur assistant, Suehaila for her bubbly attitude too! Ehh u two reli makes a great duo lah!:)

Everything you have delivered was truly more than what i had expected. Thank u so much.May ur journey as a Mak Andam always be a smooth one, and may u and family be blessed with even more positivity than u have given to others. Keep in touch ok!:)

Siti Harisah & Mohd Firdaus post outdoor wedding shoot Date of Event: 16 February 2013 via FB wall

We would like to say a million thanks to Kak @julsdsweet for the looks and oufits for our post wedding shoot. It was fun and enjoying having her as our MUA. She blends with us very well as if we have known each other for years. She put on so much effort just to make us look good. To the future pantins or those planning to have a shoot, if you have not book your MUA, I highly recommend Kak Juls. She is very friendly and bubbly and sometimes funny too. Her works was super awesome. Insyaallah you wont regret! @mdfirdausmokhtar

From mdfirdausmokhtar Yup @julsdsweet thanks for my outfit too! They were awesome!

Nurain and Ashik wedding Date of Event: 19 & 20 January 2013 via Email

Salam Kak Juls,

How have you been? Hope you and family are doing fine.

Me & Hubby wanna say A VERY BIG THANK YOU (even thou it seems a bit too late..hehe) to you, Abg Im and your lovely assistants for doing an excellent job on our wedding.

Thank you for all of the extra special touches which really added to the day. We really appreciate for you going above & beyond our expectation to make our event special. Thank you for willing to be patient with my "cerewetness"....hehehe Everyone complimented on your work ~ your magic touch and also the hijab style. Most importantly I really love em all.

Honestly when I look back at my wedding pics it felt like it wasn't me in the pic. Macam 'EXTREME MAKEOVER'...LOL We are very grateful and we never regret engaging your service. You're not just there as my make-up artist but you're also there as a friend, a sister and a family.

Just to let everyone know, I am very particular about my hijab style, my makeup and especially my eyebrow. It has to be my style and my eyebrow have to be perfect and this wonderful lady here, she's like my fairy godmother, it turned out to be better than I expected. I really love her work..it's just the way I want it to be and even better!! She even went extra miles to get matching accessories for my head gear and I truly appreciate that.

Kak...you've helped me thru certain obstacles during my journey before my big day and I truly appreciate that. Once again thank you for your moral support and advices you gave to me.

I will always remember you kak and Insya-Allah you will always be my TOP NOTCH Make-Up Artist. Not only me but almost everyone who attended my wedding complimented on your makeup, hijab styling and your service.

You're SUPA AWESOME!! Love you Kak....

Keep in Touch...XoXo

Siti Suhailah & Mohamed Rohaimi Date of Event: 14 January 2013 via Email

Dearest Kak Juls, We would like to say our deepest thank you for sacrificing your valuable time for us to be our MUA for our post-wedding shoot.

We love the look that you dolled me up to be just like a princess that I have always wanted to become but never imagine i could be. We have always loved the creative touchs you have for clients including us.

Apart from the makeup, the services & accompany was always beyond explanation to us. Your work of art are just amazing as always. Everything was nicely done. We love it sweet, simple & stunning. Last but not least, thank you for the endlessly joyful moments you have created for us thus far.

We just love you lots kak juls & abg im for all the tender, love & care you both showered us all these while.

With love from the 'cute little' couple, Sue-Haimi

Nur Farah Ummiah & Muhammad Faizal Wedding Date of Event: 12 & 13 January 2013 via Email

KAK JULS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hehehehe!!! ;D

Salam Kak Juls ku~ This might might be abit late but nevertheless i wont forget you kak.. :) Me & Faizal sincerely wanna shout out a BIG THANK YOU FOR BEING AWESOME! From day one we met, til our wedding day, uve been really awesome to us! We felt so comfortable with u.. We felt so warmth with ur bubbly, friendly,down-to-earth character.. And the great effort that u put in, ur hospitality & ur determination to make sure everything is as perfect as possible, very the tip top u know! Hehe! Everything is so good, u are really a dedicated & talented make up artiste! Love ur make up sooo much! Rasa macam nak sanding lagi gitu! Hehe! Not forgetting THANK YOU to ur beloved husband Abg Im too, Ur pretty assistant Zahidah, and ur adorable daughter Iman!! We wish all of u great success always and prosperous years ahead! May we stay in touch! See u around kak~ ♥♥♥

[pleasantanathema]

Pleasant’s Writer Recs!

I’ve gotten a few asks in my inbox over the past few weeks asking me for writer recs, so I thought the best way to do this was to compile a list of my fav authors on tumblr and rec my favorite fic of theirs! A lot of these amazing authors are moots—I’m very lucky to call many of them close friends. This list could be much longer, and I could go on for days about every single author, but I’ll try to keep it brief. Most all of these authors, like myself, write 18+ only content. Hopefully this can be a useful tool for authors and readers alike looking for amazing fanfic 💕

@bakatenshii | Angel is so phenomenal with her writing that I almost can’t put her style and amazing ability into words (but I’ll try). Angel’s work is beautiful, masterful, full of poetry, elegance, and smut that will all leave you gasping. Fav Fic: Blitz [Ushijima x Reader]

@blahkugo | Sunnt, Thunnth, Sunny, whatever you call her, she is brilliant. No one writes Tsukishima quite like she does. She is beyond creative and her writing style flows like the sexiest water, it’ll make you thirsty and quench your aches. Fav Fic: Tower [Tsukishima x Reader]

@deathcab4daddy | Tay is all about details, details, details. She fills in every gap and paints gorgeous, sexy pictures and situations for the reader to feel immersed in. Fav Fic: Cerulean Blue [Akaashi x Reader]

@dymphnasprose | Dymphna is all about fun, sex, and slowly filling out her holy bible of smut. She’s amazing at creating realistic sub/dom relationships and her smut almost always comes with a healthy dose of build-up. Fav Fic: Green Scrunchies [Ukai x Reader]

@enjifuckersupreme | Ketsl reigns supreme over pure, unadulterated porn. They are phenomenal at making me the reader wet, and every fic is crafted with so much care. Enji fuckers should bow down at their feet, no one loves and writes Enji like Ketsl. Fav Fic: Attitude Adjustment [Enji x Reader]

@hisoknen | Raph is one of the first dark blogs I ever started reading, and she never, ever disappoints. She writes pieces that chill you to the bone, but warms your sex- her writing is casual, smooth, and realistic, always giving you everything you need, but leaving you wanting a little more. Fav Fic: Sleeping Beauty [Dabi x Reader]

@hoe-doroki | Ana is one of the sweetest writers I know. Every time I talk to her, she’s working on comfort requests or beta-reading for other people. Her writing is such a pleasure to read, as you can tell she pours love and consideration into every fic for her readers. Fav Fic: Can’t Find My Breath [Bakugou x Reader]

@joyousandverywarlike | Zo...holy fucking shit. Zo is a writer who consistently blows me out of the water with her skill. This woman is a novelist blessing us with juicy, rich smut and love stories like no one else can. She is incredibly poetic and her writing is an absolute joy to read; she also writes amazing fics for black readers and has an amazing voice that she uses for asmr audios! Fav Fic: How We Met [Ushijima x Reader]

@lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten | Leah is an author who takes immense care with her work. She works incredibly hard to craft sexy, healthy bdsm fics for bnha. She is a great blog to go to for bdsm education, and she’s also got a side blog @lemonlordleah-extra-sour for all you extra naughty readers who like the darker side of fanfic. You should also check out her Patreon! Fav Fic: Between the Evergreen [Aizawa x Reader]

@linestrider | Nyki’s work is like smooth water, it’s calming, refreshing, but she also adds a nice, chill bite to it as well with her darker style. Nyki puts such an impressive amount of care into her work; a word is never out of place, every sentence has meaning, every paragraph gives you something new. It was very hard to choose just one fic to recommend. Fav Fic: What’s Said is Said [Hawks x Reader]

@lookslikeleese | Leese is one of the most fun writers on Tumblr, and by that I mean you just have a shitload of fun reading her fics. They are like little, sexy treats to take in right before bed and feel a little more full than you were before. She is also the Cucking Queen. Fav Fic: Cola [Enji x Reader] 

@messwriting | Lee is also another fun writer! Her writing is exhilarating to read, and you’d never guess she’s a sexy Brazilian whose second language is English based on how well she writes. She’s a little sex goddess who will give you everything you want and more in every fic. Fav Fic: What We Could’ve Been [Tsukishima x Reader]

@mindninjax | Marquie is a full on sweetie with a sexy side. She. Is. So. Creative. Every fic of hers is so unique and her masterlist is a whole reading experience. She writes Bakugou Katsuki so damn well, she’s a master at characterization, even in au’s. She also writes beautiful fics for black readers. Fav Fic: Bound to You [Bakugou x Reader]

@nekokoafanfictions | I first found Ai on Ao3, and then was fortunate enough to come across their blog here on Tumblr! I’ve said this before in previous rec lists, and I’ll say it again, I still read their fics some nights to fall asleep to, they are just that good, every fic will have you coming back at some point to read it again. Fav Fic: City Lights [Enji x Reader]

@present-mel | The. Queen. Of. Dialogue. Mel is a master at making her fanfic feel real, gritty, sexy, and beautiful all at the same time. This woman pours her heart and soul into fanfic, especially into her Erwin series Fragments of Memories. I was so captivated by her work that I just had to become her friend, her work is enchanting and thrilling. Fav Fic: Until the Fire Played [Enji x Reader]

@rat-suki | Annie makes me horny. Like, real horny. Her smut is fantastic and are often little thrill rides within themselves. Fuck rollercoasters, just go to Annie’s masterlist to find a joy ride. Fav Fic: Hell Fire [Enji x Reader]

@rivendell101 | I’m such a big fan of Alisha, that I sent her a request months ago before we even became friends. This author knows how to craft a story, her work is very meticulous with details and her plots are always so spot on. Fav Fic: Sweet Thing [Natsuo x Reader]

@smutbardpeach | Smutbard is the most accurate title for Peach, as her fics read like poetry and song, filled with beautiful language, imagery, and allusions to the brim. If you’re ever looking for something romantic, sensual, delightful, and just overall magnificent to read, this is the blog to go to. Peach’s work is like reading poetry and classics right off the shelf. Fav Fic: Truth in Wine [Hizashi x Reader]

@spicyness | Are you thirsty? Do you like fun, sexy headcanons? Ness is the author for you. Ness is so, so fun and sweet, and is active with her followers and is always posting something new and creative for us to nibble at. Her blog is full of fun thirsts and she’s always a joy to see pop-up on my dash. Fav Fic: Pride [Bakugou x Reader]

@sugardaddykenma | Lin has the most amazing brain. I wish I could just...see and understand how she thinks. Her blog is full to the brim with hilarious, iconic, and down right fucking true headcanons for haikyuu characters. Many nights I have stayed up laughing my ass off and saying “why is that so true?” while reading through her astonishingly creative work. Fav Fic: Haikyuu on Drugs

@thewheezingwyvern | Wyv is a writer who gets straight to the point; her words are poignant, meaningful, and always paint a very clear picture. She is a Shinsou and Aizawa lover/fucker all the way to her core, and she’s amazing at bringing those characters to life in her work. Fav Fic: Salt Lines [Aizawa & Shinsou x Reader]

@thisisthehardestthing | Claudia is one of the most talented writers I have ever met. Period. She has a vocabulary, a depth, an ability to craft the most intense, alluring, and magnificent fanfic you’ve ever read. Most of her work doesn’t even seem like fanfic, it reads like love letters stuffed into the pages of a book that stand the test of time with her marvelous writing abilities. She always awes me, as every single fic is unique and powerful it its own way. Fav Fic: Tocka [Tanaka x Reader]

@tomurasprincess | The Queen of Darkness herself, Mari is amazing at fulfilling all of your dark desires. I’ve never met anyone else who is as active as she is with her followers, as she’s constantly pushing herself to answer requests and give people exactly what they want to see. She has such an expansive masterlist, any dark fic lover can find something worthwhile from her! She’s almost made a Shigaraki fucker out of me, almost. Fav Fic: Wraith’s Touch [Shigaraki x Reader]

@undermattsun | Miki taught me what a skate rat is. Do I understand it yet? Not really, but I fucking like it. Miki is so much fun and is always active with her followers, giving out awesome thirsts, visuals, and headcanons for her fav haikyuu characters. Fav Fic: Flavor of the Month [Matsukawa x Reader]

@vixen-scribbles | Vixen is someone who cares about everyone around her, and her blog reflects that. Amongst all her amazing writing, you’ll always find her recommending her friends and supporting other writers. Her writing is fucking sexy, she knows her way around the bedroom when it comes to fics, and she’s got a lengthy masterlist to fawn over. Fav Fic: Take All of Me [Ushijima x Reader]

@whats-her-quirk | Truly, the best has been saved for last. June’s work is the heart and soul of classic, fucking amazing fanfic. I can’t even explain how much I love her fics, like they will put the biggest smile on your face and have your thighs rubbing together in anticipation. June is writing her fantasies and having fun, and we are privileged to enjoy the ride with her. She knocked kinktober out of the fucking park, with each fic being a new, fresh delight. Fav Fic: Once in a Blue Moon [Karasuno x Reader Gangbang]

This list could honestly be twice as long, and perhaps in the future I’ll make a companion to it as I meet new authors and read more amazing fanfic. Please give all these authors a follow or at least check out their blogs. 💖

[minhosimthings]

I dont know if you accept a req now but... fresh grad worker! (jake or hyunjin) × ojt student y/n. Y/n was assigned to (jake or hyunjin) to train her but yn like riding (jake or hyunjin) in his swivel chair. (Jake or Hyunjin)'s work desk cubicle is in kinda hidden in the corner. (cockwarming, cowgirl, softdom!(jake or hj))

Me quedo Mirandote || 18+

Pairings: Hyunjin × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, 18+, thigh riding, degradation, 1% sir kink because I can, orgasm control eyy, cock riding, unprotected sex (zont zo it), mention of blood, fingering, praise, semi-public sex, role-play ish situation?, Use of petnames 'doll', overstimulation, dom!Hyunjin, sub!reader, swearing, reader wears a dress

A/N: This was such a hot thing to write omg I love your brain annonie. Also I am shit at writing riding things so FORGIVE ME IF ITS NOT SATISFACTORY. Also for my beloved @astraystayyh (who is probably still stuck with Hyune's ponytail)

Never in a million years would you ever have thought that you'd be fixing your frizzied hair and ruined lipstick in your soon-to-be office's bathroom, but here you were, your lipstick three shades lighter and your white dress all ruined.

And no one would ever question how Hwang Hyunjin's shirt had the exact same lipstick shade stains on it. Why would they? A playboy never loses his instincts, even if he's freshly graduated and teaching the only on- the-job student with full responsibility.

The fortunate student being you.

And it wasn't to say Hyunjin wasn't fortunate as well. You were compliant, perhaps even exactly like him. He wondered how you had ever managed to get through your classes so well during the day and get through him during the cool intoxicating nights.

Another thing Hyunjin was fortunate to have was his "private office". And by office, he meant his own comfortably small cubicle, which was far away from the prying eyes of his co-workers. It was weird for a fresh out of school student to have his own cubicle, but he guessed that his workplace valued privacy to an extreme level, so much so that his "office" hid discarded red laces, tainted white silks and on the job students perfectly.

"And that's how you write up a summary for the graphs of the month." Hyunjin clapped his hands together, trying not to sound overly positive, as you stared dead eyed into the computer screen. Hyunjin had been explaining the concept to you for an hour now, and although you'd been standing resting your chin on his head, you were mentally exhausted.

"Doll, you doing alright?" Hyunjin cocked a brow at you, standing up to your level, arms going to your waist as if it was his daily routine. Well, technically it was his daily routine.

"Do I look like I'm doing alright?" You scoffed, eyes flittering between Hyunjin's eyes and lips, "Don't I deserve a promotion for all the work I've done Sir?"

Hyunjin's lips morphed into a slow smirk at your widened lamb eyes and your 'good girl' pout. His hands gripped into your skin tighter, as he leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"You're just a student Y/N. I can't give you a promotion so quick." He smirked into the nape of your neck, knowing what was coming next. How couldn't he? With how many times, his favourite 'employee' had begged on her knees to get a 'promotion'.

"But sir haven't I been a good girl?" You whispered, staring at Hyunjin's plump lips, "I even wore the dress you bought me." You motioned towards your clearly visible cleavage in your summer dress, one of Hyunjin's most favourite painting topics.

Your hands went up to his luscious locks of hair, which were tied up into a ponytail with two flicks framing his face perfectly. God, his hair was as soft as cotton, you thought, a complete contrast to how he behaved once you were suffocating his length with your pussy.

Hyunjin's hands slid down to your ass and pulled your hips against his body, your hand pressing against his desk. It made the dress you were wearing ride up your thighs, exposing your panties. His hot lips moved away from yours and down to your neck, kissing and gently biting the delicate skin. You let out a little gasp and arched your neck, it felt divine.

“Doll, with the way you're gasping now, I wonder what you'd do once I actually start with the usual." Hyunjin chuckled darkly, pressing a rough, carnivorous kiss to your lips, "fuck—be a good girl for me now."

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss and sat back on his chair, leaning as prosaic as he could against it, and rubbing his hand over his thigh, ever so cordially inviting you over to him. Why would you ever refuse? It was your favourite place to be at any chance you got. Some days, that's the only place you wanted to be, on a hot lazy day, when you wanted nothing more than Hyunjin to shut up about presentations and slides and spread out his leg for you.

You manoeuvred yourself so that your covered but damp core met with Hyunjin's thigh, the hem of your dress gracefully swooped over his thigh, as you parted your legs enough to let your clit brushing against the fabric. The contact caused your mouth to fall open in a silent sigh.

"Already?" Hyunjin clicked his tongue, "That's sort of pathetic don't you think doll?"

From this angle you looked pretty to Hyunjin with your head thrown back, pupils blown out with lust and a prominent blush on your face. It made the animalistic side in Hyunjin, ravenous for more.

Hyunjin adjusted his position on the chair, your loud mewl made him chuckle and press a kiss to your forehead. You hands went up to grip his soft, ebony hair, which was tied perfectly in a ponytail. Well, tied perfectly, until you ran your hands through the follicles, throwing the hair band off, and continuing to grip his open hair tightly. Your grip made Hyunjin silently moan.

"Feel that?" He lifted a cocky brow at your pleasured expression, "It's just for you, doll."

Slowly you began rocking your hips back and forth, letting your clit get maximum friction against the clothed barriers. Your hands gripped at his shirt now tightly, leaving tiny creases all along as you chased your release.

Somewhere along the way, Hyunijn had abandoned his work and had turned all of his attention on you, gripping your hips harshly, digging marks, guiding it along his thigh while pressing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck. The chair was creaking worse than a wooden bed, but there wasn't a care in the world for that.

Hyunjin's hands move up your thighs towards your hips pushing you harder against his thigh gaining more melodic moans from your mouth.

You rut yourself faster against him, moaning louder and louder until you finally reach what you thought was your peak.

"Hyunjin," you whined, his kisses descend even further down your body, lips at the top of your chest, eyes peering up into your desperate and pleading eyes.

"Fuck," you sigh out, when Hyunjin grabs your breast, lavishing it an equal amount of attention, his hands moving your hips harder and faster against him, your orgasm building swiftly at his actions.

"Beg for it darling." Hyunjin's sadistic smile hit your face, "Be a good slut, and beg for your cum."

"Hyune-fuck!" You moaned out as his thigh gave a little flick upwards, "please Hyunjin—"

"So desperate," he mumbles, tone laced with dominance, hands gliding across the back of your thighs, teasing you. "So wet," he adds, doing as you asked and sliding his finger across your clothed core, a sinful groan escaping you, head lolling back against.

"Come for me," he husks out, letting you fall over the edge with a guttural moan, back arching, as your legs trembled, hips rocking at the pleasure that filled you. A pleasant buzz consumed your body as you rode out the aftershocks of your powerful release, your body practically going limp on his thigh at the exhaustion of coming so hard.

Your chest rose and fell with every unsteady breath, as you steadied yourself on Hyunjin's thigh, leaning your head towards his shoulder, from how dizzy you were. Being a cowgirl really took a lot of energy from you.

As you were getting ready to stand up, you felt Hyunjin's arm grip ours tightly.

"So soon, pretty?" He pulls you in for a rough kiss, biting your lip, he could taste salty blood on them, "I'm not even half done."

“Come here,” Hyunjin demanded as he pulled your arm. You move around from the back of the chair as he pushes it out a bit from the table.

“Oh baby. Aren’t you just deliciously naughty?” he says as his finger slips in between your folds to find you positively dripping. “Is this all for me?” he asks as he starts to rub your clit in slow circular movements. The stimulation was killing you, yet you obliged, dumbly nodding along to Hyunjin's words.

“So greedy,” he whispers. He slips his finger from your pussy, his hands come up to your shoulders, and he pushes the dress off of them.

“Come here and sit on my cock,” he says with that lopsided smirk you love so much.

Lifting yourself up a little, you line him up with your entrance, and then you sit back down and let him slide into your wet, needy pussy. Filling you so perfectly. Stretching you completely. You slowly sink down onto him, as he grips your waist harder, holding you down.

“You can take it.” He moans out. He slowly pushes himself in a little more, and you swear you hear him whimper. You cry out, laying down on his chest.

“Shit!” He goes inch by inch, and you groan louder and louder as he fills you out.

"Fuck,” Hyunjin groans. And then you start to move. Slowly, up and down. Your hands rest on his hair for leverage as you bounce yourself on his cock.

Your tight grip on his hair makes Hyunjin throw his head back slightly, his eyes almost rolling to the back with the sheer amount of pleasure he was recieving from your hands running through his locks.

"Fuck—baby keep doing that." He mumbles, not even sure if you've heard it, you probably did as was evident from your now tighter grip, your fingers dancing their pretty ballet through Hyunjin's velvety hair.

Hyunjin grabs a tight hold of your hips, and he lifts you up a little before he starts to thrust up into you. Harder and faster than you managed. Pounding into you over and over.

"Fuck—Hyunjin!" You gasp, a little louder than usual, "touch me—please." Your begs elated Hyunjin, how could he refuse? He shakes his hand from your hip and presses his fingers to your cunt.

His motions on your clit are as frantic as his thrusts into you. Pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

And with a final buck into you so deep that he nudged your cervix as his thumb pressed down on your clit, you both cum. Hard and fast.

Your hips gyrated harder, until the spurring had come close; hot liquid squirted on his cock. The orgasm rips through you at such intensity that your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you scream out his name. His cock twitches as his cum spurts inside you.

Hyunjin tilts his head to rest on your chest as he tries to catch his breath, and he moans out your name. You kiss him softly at the top of his head. Your fingers are raking through his hair as you try to calm your own breathing down to normal.

"You've made such a mess." Hyunjin chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours, "my messy girl."

"How about those graphs now, Mr Hwang?" You asked, a tint of cockishness smeared in your voice.

"Graphs?" Hyunjin laughed, gripping your hips again.

"We're not even a quarter done yet, doll."

[majesticarlette]

Could you please write Zoe Lee x Famous Singer Reader where Reader was Zoe’s only friend in New York and then Reader moves to Paris for concerts and to be with Zoe?

my apologies if requests are closed or if you don’t want to write this

Impulse

Zoé Lee x Reader | ONE SHOT 🌷

"I heard that (Y/n) (L/n) is here in Paris."

"No way, the (Y/n) (L/n) who has 2 successful albums?"

"You're stating the obvious, but that's them!" People could be heard fussing about the singer. Well, who wouldn't be excited when a famous person could be a few meters away from you? Your appearance in Paris isn't what you really thought about or even your goal to begin with. You're here because of someone you knew for a long time, and you can't wait to meet her again.

"We're here, let's go. We have a hotel reservation at 3:00 this afternoon, we can't be late." Your manager said while picking up her things. Your bodyguard on the other hand is already holding your bags. "Thank you." You smiled at him and faced your manager. "What time is it, Bellum?" "It's already 1:40." He responded after looking at his watch. You left the airport after double checking your things and head straight to the popular hotel in the city, Le Grand Paris.

You told the hotel staffs that you don't want anyone to know you're staying there. You want to keep your stay lowkey as possible until the days nearing the concert. Well, you went there ahead of time, not following the schedule designed for you. After your team finalized your world tour, according to them: Paris, France would be the last destination. You were ecstatic about the news, and couldn't wait to visit. So, as soon as you finished the recent concert, you flew all the way to Paris.

Once you reached your destination, your manager checked in for you while you stayed in the car. He came to pick you up after and you went to your room. "Finally, a bed." You flopped on the bed and it was so comfortable to the point of falling asleep in a span of minutes. "What's on the schedule today?" You faced your manager. "Wow, that's a first." He fixed his glasses and looked at his tablet. "Fortunately your schedule is not loaded for the day--" "I'm going outside." You quickly responded. "Are you going to meet, Ms. Zoé?" "Duh." He turned around after you started undressing yourself to fit new set of clothes. "That's why you're in a hurry of coming here." "Come on, she's your friend too. Aren't you excited to meet her too?" You started putting on your bottoms and shoes. "I am, it's just that it's not professional to act impulsively about coming here when you have a loaded schedule on your last destination. I had to fake your sickness for you to come here." You tapped his shoulder and he finally turned to you. "And that's why I love you. I'm gonna get going, do not follow me." You're in a disguise and left the room.

While looking around Paris, you stopped at a bakery to try their baked goods. "Hello, would you like to take an order?" A dark haired girl greeted you on the other side of the counter. "Hello, I'm new here. Do you recommend anything?" "All of our baked goods are delicious, but the best selling here are our macarons." "I'll take a box." She prepared your order but when she's about to hand it to you she stopped for a moment she must have noticed something. "That bracelet... Are you (Y/n)?" "Pssh... No, I'm not." You chuckled nervously. "It is you!" "Shh!" You stopped her cheers of excitement by placing your pointer finger on her lips. She's calming her self down but it doesn't seem to be working.

"You should come with me! I'll take you somewhere!" She uttered suddenly which made you step back a bit. She noticed her words and tried to explain. "I-I mean, I'm inviting you to a get together, 'cause my friends will perform their song at Liberty this evening. You'll enjoy it for sure." "Liberty?" You asked, confused by her response at you. You were startled when she face palmed herself hard. "What am I doing?! They have a busy schedule!" She started talking to herself which disturbed you a little bit. "Hey, what's Liberty?" You spoke trying to break her out of her rambling state. "Well, it's a name of a boat my two friends live in. They're into music, so there are music performances on the boat quite often."

Well, there's no harm in joining a get together. But, you're just new here, no one would know what might happen. Also, her invite seems legit, it must be nice to party on a boat while there's live music. Eh, you're still not so sure. What if she'll trick you into coming on a secluded area and take your organs? Now, you finally made up your mind.

"I'm totally going."

"Come on, Bell. I'll only be there for a couple of hours." You begged your manager to let you go. "Nuh uh." "Puh-leaaaase?" "Nope." "I promise, this'll be a one time thing." You gave him a puppy-eyed look while crossing your two fingers at the back. "Okay, I've made up my mind." Your eyes lit up and smiled at him. "No, you can't go." He smiled at you which made your smile drop. You flopped on the bed and sulk. Bellum chuckled at your reaction, "Alright you can go, bring Ollie with you." You got off the bed and prepared your things and left the room.

"(Y/n)!" Marinette called from the ship. Her friends quickly looked at your direction and gasp. "Hi." You entered the ship nervously, you're expecting a lot of touching and autographs but they never came. You were only greeted by smiles and handshakes welcoming you to Paris. But somehow, you could sense they wanted to really bad. "Uhm... Do you want me to sign you autographs?" You offered a bit embarrassed. They all nodded their head, they immediately handed you their owned albums you made. "You know, we really wanted you to sign our albums but it might overwhelm you." The girl named Mylène told you. "Hey, it's okay, I just dislike it when people rush up to me and they'll point their phones close to my face, and pulling of my clothes and limbs. You finished signing their albums and offered to take a group photo.

"(Y/n)?"

You looked at the direction of the voice and saw the person you're looking for, Zoé. "Zoé!" You hugged her and she returned it back. "Who knew the new girl would be friends with an international star?" The girl named Alya commented and they just smiled.

"1, 2, 3!" The drummer counts and Rose sang their debut song. The song was great and catchy, she's really telling everyone she loves unicorns. "So, why are you here in Paris so early? Isn't your concert will be in three days?" Zoé asked you. "Well, I missed you, of course. When you left New York, I began to miss our time together." Zoé chuckled at your response. "That sounds childish." "I'm serious, you were my only friend in New York, Zo." You held her hand and smiled at her. You swear you could see her cheeks tinted in pink.

"(Y/n), sing!" Marinette and her friends asked you to sing your songs but you promised you'll only sing one and keep the others for your concert. Bellum would scold you for sure if he heard that. Everyone cheers at you and admire your voice. "She is real." Juleka uttered "What did you expect? An illusion?" The others laughed at Alya's comment.

You swore that was the best night of your life, thank goodness you agreed to go.

You spent the remaining days before your concert with Zoé touring Paris. You're always in a disguise so not so many people would recognize you. You also left your bracelet at the hotel, you didn't know you could be recognized by that. "I'm glad I could be here with you in Paris." Zoé spoke while leaning on the railings on the top of the Eiffel tower. "Are you not going back to New York?" "I may not be, I found my comfort here in Paris. I met new friends and I could express myself freely." She smiled while gazing at the night view from up there. You could see that she's happy here than when she was in New York.

You smiled sadly, you never saw her this happy. You only have a limited time here in Paris and it's not enough for you. At this moment, you're desiring to be with her and stay by her side. You always knew your feelings for her ever since you became her friend but you didn't want to confess because you're afraid that it might cost your friendship. But you're not that (Y/n) anymore, you've waited for so long of keeping your feelings to yourself. Now that you've met again, it's time for you to tell it.

"Zoé." You spoke breaking the silence. "Yes?" she looked at you, waiting for your response. "I wanna confess something, I've been waiting to say this for a long time and I think it's time. Zoé, I like you. Not just as a friend but more than that. I wanna fulfill our dreams here in Paris, together." You held her hands as she just looked at you. "You mean, you're going to move here?" You nodded at her as an answer. She let go from your hold and just stared at you. "(Y/n), I've known you for a long time. I know you want to fulfill your dream as a successful singer who is known in the whole wide world." She rested her elbows on the railings and gestured the round world. You're just listening to her, confused at what she's saying. "And, you staying here in Paris isn't enough. I came here to be with my family, I had a desire and a goal to win their hearts but it didn't go my way. Instead, I found a new purpose. To be myself, not pretending anymore." She looked at you. "You, you started building your dreams in New York. You're just starting yet, you may say that you're already there, but it's not over yet. My point is, I don't want you to move all the way here just because of me." She pointed out. "I want you to move here because you planned to, you loved to, and you settled to be."

"I really want to, I promise." You replied and she just shook her head. "No, please reconsider. Now is not the right time." She cupped your cheeks. "What about my feelings for you, is that also rejected?" She just chuckled and pinched your cheeks. "I'll wait for you here, so don't pursue another person." She giggled and let go of your cheeks. "I'm kidding, you can date whoever you want, but I'll be here waiting for your return." You pouted from her answer. "I won't do that, you're the only one I'm going to pursue no matter how long it takes." You declared surely of your answer. You took something from your pocket, "This is a necklace my mother gave to me. When I get back here permanently I'll retrieve it from you." She smiled and hug you.

You both went home that time, you walked her to her room and then you finally entered your own room. You flopped on the bed and waited for tomorrow's event. You slept soundly that night, might be the most memorable night that happened here in Paris, and of course in your life.

You could spot Marinette and her friends in the audience while you were performing on stage. They were all shouting and admiring you from their spots. You waved at them which made the crowd shout louder. Of course, you wouldn't forget about your crush. You spotted her along with her family in the VIP seats.

You performed all of your songs and mentioned special people you met here in Paris. You swore you could see the gang's faces proud and happy. The experience as always was fun but never thought you'd meet new friends here. You swore you'll get back here as soon as possible, so have to give your all.

"Thank you all for coming here." You told the whole gang. "No, thank you and your bodyguard for letting us personally bid a celebrity goodbye." Nino responded and you just smiled. "Hug?" You offered and they all accepted. "Wow, I'm really waiting for this, I can't hug you at first because I know you'll get uncomfortable." Rose spoke and get to be the first to hug you and the rest follows. "These camera flashes are literally blinding me." Alya commented while covering her eyes, meanwhile Chloé's posing in front of the cameras. Yep, Chloé's here. "(Y/n), let's go. We don't wanna be late." Bellum suddenly spoke which breaks your conversation with the group. "I'll see you all soon." You waved them goodbye, you noticed Zoé discreetly giving you a flying kiss. You smiled at her and finally entering the terminal area.

"You finally told Zoé, huh?" Bellum spoke to you.

"I'm glad I did." You scrunched your nose at him.

[starrlikesbooks]

There are SO MANY good books coming out in June!

There are just some of them! As always, check under the cut for more on each~

Ace of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé is the Black, queer private school thriller you've been clamoring for. (Oh, was that just me?) I'm not sure if this is going to be more like dark academia or marginalized horror, but either way I am in.

The Chosen and the Beautiful by Nghi Vo is a complete dream for people who read The Great Gatsby in high school and thought "this is cool, but when do we get back to Jordan?", such as myself. This is an adaptation focused on a queer, Asian-American Jordan navigating 1920s America as an "exotic woman" instead of an equal.

The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer might be my favorite book of 2021. After having the phenomenal luck to score and read an advanced copy, I can say that this book is best read with as little prior knowledge about the plot as possible. But what I can say, is it's gays in space! And, my God, so much more. Prepare to feel a lot. And then immediately come message me about it.

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston I also was fortunate enough to get a chance to read already! It's the same fantastic character work and writing as in their debut, Red, White & Royal Blue, but this time with sapphics and time travel loops. This is a cute story with a few nice mystery elements, a great cast of roommates/friends, and so much queer history.

Portrait of a Mirror by A. Natasha Joukovsky caters right to my "I studied English and Theatre in college" self with that basic comedy of manners premise, and my "I will never pass up a good retelling, especially about my boy Narcissus" brain (yeah, that one is niche but true). This honestly just seems like a really fun look at modern mythology with 2 couples getting way too intertwined.

The Witch King by H.E. Edgmon is another one I've already read and loved. The basic premise is that a trans witch (someone doubly shunned in the world they're from) who ran off to the human world years ago gets dragged back by his fae fiancée- the future king of all fae. This book is so fun! Pinballing from meme references to woodsy romance tropes to hesitant espionage, it's impossible not to get roped in and honestly? Why would you not want to!

Future Feeling by Joss Lake is a magical-futuristic story that combines three trans men's lives, after one of them tries to hex the other due to gender/transition envy and accidentally gets another pushed into the shadowlands. This book looks like both a really great conversation about being trans and a genuinely really entertaining story of magic and tech. Plus, three trans protagonists.

Love & Other Natural Disasters by Misa Sugiura I also have already read, and can vouch for being a really nice romance. Zo agrees to fake date the obviously perfect for her Willow to get back at Willow's ex, because she knows how these things work- they'll be together for real before the end of the summer. But real life is messier than romcoms, and maybe Zo isn't so sure what she wants in the first place... If you too love fake dating and love fake dating that gets turned on its head, read this book! Plus, it's full of queer WOC, most of which are Asian-American.

The Marvelous by Claire Kann is like an escape the room meets Willy Wonka, all tied together by tiktok. Intrigued? Confused? Pick up this book! I have already read it, and it's worth it. Golden Weekend is always a mysterious event, never spoken about by former attendees, but this year is different- it's the last one before the creator's retirement. And it seems like she wants to go out with a bang that might take everyone else out with her.

Blood Like Magic by Liselle Sambury is another that might wind up one of my absolute favorites of the year, and another magical-futuristic story. Living just on the edge of society's eyes are communities of Black witches, guided by their ancestors and the special powers they give them once they pass the trial tasked to them. Except, Voya doesn't pass her trial. Now she's got one last chance- kill her first love or doom the family. A hard enough choice without the little snag that she doesn't actually have a first love yet. Enter an experimental dating app and her number one match who she can barely stand talking to. Can she actually fall in love with him? And, more importantly, can she kill him?

The Box in the Woods by Maureen Johnson is the Truly Devious continuation no one expected! Stevie is back, and solving mysteries at summer camp. I absolutely loved Truly Devious and I also happen to love summer camp media, so I'm going nuts thinking about this book. If you love fun mysteries and girl detectives and somehow missed the original series, go binge that! But even if you don't you'll probably enjoy this one by itself.

Violet Ghosts by Leah Thomas I read earlier this year, and is incredibly heavy and possibly triggering. But if you can manage it, it's a genuinely fantastic book! This book follows a teenager whose only friend has been the ghost of a dead girl who believes all men are as terrible as the one who killed her, and whose identity as a trans man is getting harder and harder to ignore.

The Witness for the Dead by Katherine Addison is the companion novel for The Goblin Emperor, and is coming out at a perfect time because I just managed to finally read TGE about a month ago! (And loved it). Not too much is known about the plot of this book, but it's definitely going to have the same fantasy politics and expansive writing from The Goblin Emperor, as well as the character Celehar!

The Bone Way by Holly J. Underhill is an epic fantasy, sapphic retelling of Orpheus and Eurydice. It's no secret that I am both very queer and very into Orpheus and Eurydice so this is a no brainer for me. It's also apparently surprisingly cozy and whimsical, which ties it all together into something I need, and you probably do too.

Gearbreakers by Zoe Hana Mikuta is kind of like an enemies-to-lovers sapphic Pacific Rim. I read this already, and the visuals are amazing. If you like your sci-fi political, your protags POC, and your robots absolutely gigantic, this is your book.

Happy reading!

[clockworklozenges]

So, a good five or so years back, I played in one of the best worst DnD games I have ever been in. The DM had bought the Libris Mortis book, which, if you were unaware, was a 3.5 splatbook adding in a lot of undead stuff, including some monsters and undead player races and stuff. Wanting to try it out, me and my gaming group decided to play things from it, our then DM deciding to run a completely homebrewed session. This proved to be a...

Terrible Idea™

(for the uninitiated, never homebrew something you do not fully understand unless it's just cosmetic. If you want to make all elves worship the god of garlic bread, Ultimo-Metatron-Omega, go ahead, but unless you know how the game works, don't make mechanical changes). So we all picked stuff from the books-one player played a skeleton Sorcerer who in life was a tribal shaman, but an attempt at healing went wrong, turning him undead as his life energy was replaced with negative energy, explaining why most of his spells were necromancy and suchlike.

Another player played Krug, an antipaladin in very spiky full plate. He was a zombie made by a necromancer of a paladin who was fighting him, but his allies killed his would-be master before he could assert control, and not wanting to just off him, his allies just...yeeted his body into a portal and hoped it'd re-kill him. It did not kill him hard enough. It did, however, explain his stats which...oof. He had already got debuffs to some stats due to being a zombie, and rolled abysmally. Fortunately for the player, he played mostly to socialise, so didn't much care.

I played... Count Nox Feratu, the Campire. As in, a vampire with a very camp German accent, which I did not break for the whole time I was playing him. To the point where "ach, nein, I haf bin heet! Heal me, meine freunde!" was par for the course. My overly camp vamp was a wizard, but due to level adjustment was a bit of a shoddy one. For backstory, he'd been ousted from his clan for ineptitude, and had sworn revenge. I was going for a swordmage build but never got there. All his spells were utility or just necromancy spells.

Our last player played...sigh...Damien Bloodmoon, cleric of Nerull, God of murder and undeath. He was one of the clerics from the book's murder Domain, meaning that he got buffs to damage. He was a vicious arse both in character and out of it, and was so dripping with edge compared to the paladin with the same IQ as a horse after its trip to the glue factory, the shaman who thought killing fixed people and the Campire that if you gave him a pat on the back you'd have finely diced your hand into a red mist. Not going too outlandish with his backstory of wanting to dominate the world as his undead thralls, Damien F***ing Bloodmoon had only taken spells which either charmed live people, dealt negative energy damage or messed with ability drain and suchlike, which he used with aplomb on townsfolk on our way to our objective. He was also, importantly, playing an elf of some sort, I forget which kind. Meaning that of the party, only one was alive.

So, just as an aside, for those of you that haven't played 3.5e DnD or have only played 5e, in Libris Mortis, undeath was gone over in detail, and had a litany of pros and cons. For one thing, undead had only the HP they had-folks like Damien F***ing Bloodmoon could be 'dying', and had some time to be stabilised before meeting the reckoning of Papa John and dying proper. Undead did not, it was just how much you had and if you ran out, poof, you're dust, bones and fertiliser again. You were also harmed by positive energy, so healing spells hurt you, as did potions of healing. However, undead were kind of hardy - poison immunity, some had resistance to non-magical melee damage, stuff that drained your ability scores and levels didn't work on them, some crits wouldn't do extra damage, and the best part- negative energy healed undead. Meaning all the spells our party had which damaged others like the living Damien Bloodmoon were curative ones for us. Keep this in mind.

So, we began our quest, learning of a necromancer a nearby town was plagued by. After using our skills (to whit: Damien Bloodmoon charming and drawing the life force out of random villagers and the only potion seller in the town whilst we went shopping. Krug got a snazzy hat, which we put on top of his helmet, and we chatted to townsfolk as I looked alive enough to pass as human and the shaman had a fake beard and toupee that people were too awkward to point out was fake so went along with it) we learn that the necromancer has a base of operations in the cemetery. "Oh ja, zo original, dahlink. Ve vill need to educate zis guy on vhat is chic and vhat is just shabby!"

So we head there and the nightmare begins. Damien Leads the charge, using all of his knowledge to deduce that the shambling horde moving towards us were stronger-than-your-average-bear undead, and he was right. These were powerful armoured zombie mages of some sort, casting ability draining spells, negative energy ray spells and even having auras of negative energy that dealt damage on a failed Fortitude save. Even their punch and quarterstaves did negative energy damage as well as the usual bludgeoning or unarmed. However...only one of us was really in danger and the DM's face fell when the squishy casters walked up and began shanking their super-special homebrew zombie wizards, being healed by the damage of their attacks as we cut them down.

Like I said, one of the benefits of undeath is that negative energy actually heals you. So the strikes of the magic staves and punches that hit us did some basic damage. Which was then immediately healed by the negative energy their weapon strikes and spells were doing.

However, you'll recall that Damien Bloodmoon was an elf. And not dead. Being a Cleric of a death god doesn't mean that you have the abilities of an undead. That meant that even with the DM being merciful, by the end of the first fight he was covered in blood, mud and withered away to just above half his original strength and constitution. More were patrolling, so we had to run. But that posed a problem.

Remember Krug had heavy armour? And recall his awful stats? He in fact, hadn't got enough strength to wear the armour he'd been given for backstory. He didn't, according to the DM, have enough to remove his own armour. And we attempted to, but also failed our checks according to the DM. And Damien Bloodmoon refused to help, simply blaming Krug and his player. Krug's player thought it was hilarious, and Krug only had enough Intelligence and Wisdom to say his own name, so saw no problem. And Krug, Nox Feratu and Shaman realised that there really...wasn't a problem.

For us, at least.

We slogged through three combats dragging Krug and wading through the mud with him. His speed was so slow that for every step he took, we took about ten. The DM was confused and infuriated that his encounters weren't working, but refused to change them. So we had fun role-playing. Or at least three of us did.

Damien Bloodmoon refused to roleplay, and none of his ranged spells could affect the zombie mages. When he went into melee, he came out wounded as all hell. He went down twice, and it was only the healing supplies of the shaman that saved him.

All the while, he was... Let's say not best pleased. Damien Bloodmoon was getting increasingly wounded, exasperated and longing for the sweet embrace of death as reprieve from the humiliation. His player was getting increasingly redder and rage-filled as time passed. Each fight ended with our characters stronger than ever and his a bloody pulp on the floor, with poor in-character knowledge (and terrible rolls) preventing him from realising why.

Eventually, we reached the final boss, pausing only to paint Krug's armour in contact poison just in case, and to find a stick to help the now-partially-crippled Damien Bloodmoon, cleric of death and murder, walk after being beaten up by angry zombie wizards for hours. And it had, indeed, been hours. Among us, only Damien had a bonus to strength, and we had two swords, a mace and a staff between the four of us. Meaning it was re-death by a thousand cuts for the enemy and a slog and a half for us.

We reach the necromancer and, having taken so long due to dragging the oblivious Krug with us, his big ritual is complete- he raises a fist-sized black onyx egg aloft, crackles with arcane power and causes the bones around him to coalesce into one massive creature - an undead, giant-sized rust monster, radiating an Aura of pure negative energy. Krug opened his arms wide, eager for the metal-eating monster cockroach to free him from his poison-painted metal prison. It ignores him as he's still very far away. Me and the others have our weapons and armour devoured.

Our DM was very much a stickler for note-taking. So because Damien Bloodmoon hadn't written 'clothes' on his sheet, his armour being eaten by the monster left him naked and afraid.

It became clear that the DM had done another f***y-wucky. See, the Aura of negative energy healed me and the Sorcerer by more than its other attacks did. So whilst Damien Bloodmoon was naked, soaked in mud and bleeding to death almost crushed to a pulp in the fetal position, rocking backwards and forwards as his player seethed with hatred, the Shaman and the Campire set about beating the thing to death with our bear hands and a stick.

The session ended once we killed the necromancer, or rather when Krug walked up to him, closed his arms and just crushed the noodle-armed bad guy to death with the weight of his ridiculous armour and poisoned him with its paintwork.

We never revisited the game afterwards. We were told later on that the DM wanted us to use the non-undead races. But at no point had he said as much, even when we asked him about our characters and the restrictions on them. We also learned a valuable lesson. DM for the players who are there, not the ones who you have an idealised mental image of. Tailor your game, otherwise you'll get a sitcom featuring a camp nosferatu, a shaman with no healing, a paladin who could barely move and a Cleric of murder who was ironically the only one at risk of actually dying.