#i will be PRODUCTIVE TODAY i will be PRODUCTIVE TODAY i WILL i WILL

[soxcietyy]

my request is yuta finding readers toys and testing it on her the next time they do the deed 🙏🙏

Rating’s

This is embarrassingly late, I’m so sorry 😭🙏🏼

Nobara comes over to your house with a mystery box just to be disappointed with the contents inside. Yuta shows up unexpected and seems very interested in it.

"Hey! Guess who finally got the goods! Can’t wait to see what’s in here." Nobara said as she stood in front of your door with a cardboard box in her hands. It took you a second to even figure out what in the world she was talking about. What plans could of you guys made that you had forgotten about?

Ah yes last week she had mentioned that she made a new friend who owned a company. He said that he needed people to review his new products before he could launch them in his shop. Before he could reveal what it was Nobara stopped him, telling the guy that she wanted it to be a surprise. She promised to run over here once she received the package so you guys could be surprised together.

"What do you think it could be? Clothes? Food? Candy? Skincare? Makeup?!" Nobara said excitedly as she squeezed passed you. She didn’t need permission to enter because she would barge in even if you said no.

Walking into your apartment she decided to put the box on the coffee table. A loud thud could be heard as it made contact with the glass top. She took a seat on the floor as she waited for you, excited to see what was inside. She almost looked like a kid eager to open there gift. That would have to wait a second though. Walking to the kitchen you grab some wine glasses and a bottle so you guys could enjoy together. Whatever it was would go perfectly with a cold bottle of wine.

"Hurry up!" She says as she crosses her arms.

Yyou let out a sigh as you lean on the island, then you tell her to open the tape up while you poured drinks.

"I’m so excited!" Nobara says as she pulls out her keys and drags it across the tape to tear it open. While she did that you opened the bottle and poured the drinks into the glass. Once you had finished you approach her and place the cups down. Nobara didn’t want to waste anymore time, she pulls you towards her so you could look above the box with her.

"Okay I’m going to open it in three, two, one."

She opens the box to reveal what’s inside. Both of you look at each other in shock. It was a box full of toys and they weren’t the kid friendly ones. You put your hand inside and pull out a pink silicone toy in the shape of a male body part. You couldn’t help but crack a smile at your friend.

"That disgusting monster!" She says in disbelief.

"Hey now, I’m sure he was going to tell you what it was before you stopped him." You say defending the man.

She rolls her eyes as she sits back down on the floor with her legs crossed. As she continued to pout you pull out some lube that was brand new and sealed. You quirk your brow as you read the flavor of the lube, popcorn… interesting.

"Common Nobara this isn’t bad at all! You don’t get laid enough so I think this could help you out." You tease.

"Ha Ha, very funny y/n" she stood up abruptly and started to walk away.

You furrow your brows as you turn to look at her. "Where are you going?" You ask

"I’m not intrested in this kind of stuff, you’ll probably use it well. Your man probably doesn’t satisfy you enough so have fun." She says throwing shade back. As she opens the door you see someone standing in the door way. Her jaw drops when she noticed it was Yuta.

Speak of the devil.

"Uh y/n … Yuta is here."

You quickly put everything back and kick the box on the floor behind you once you heard those words fall out her mouth. You had forgotten that he mentioned coming over today. You didn’t need him finding such things in your house, he’d get the wrong idea. You scramble to stand up with the glass of wine still in your hand. Taking a sip of your drink you run to the front door. To find him with a concerned look.

"You okay? You look pale." Yuta steps inside and holds your face to examine it.

You kindly put his hands down and assure him you’re fine. Your friend on the other hand had already made her escape. Seems like she didn’t want to be apart of what might happen in he finds the box.

Shutting the door behind him you watch him make his way to your couch. Maybe he would ignore the box. You had it closed so he wouldn’t open it right? He tends to respect your privacy after all.

You stood by the door watching him anxiously walk past the box. He took a seat and turned his attention to the tv that had drama playing. You sigh in relief seeing he had no interest in the box.

"You want some wine? Nobara didn’t even take a sip out of hers, it would be a waste." You say heading towards him.

"Yea I’ll drink it but could you please bring me some cheese and crackers? You know I cant have wine without them." He asks you nicely as he sat up from the couch to take a whiff of the wine.

You make your way in the kitchen and start making him his plate. While you did that you could hear him shuffling around, most likely getting comfortable. You couldn’t help but look over him a few times as you were occupied. Eventually you got fully focused on cutting the slices perfectly that you forgot to check on him. While cutting last bit of cheese you decide to look up but when you did the knife in your hand drops. Yuta was sitting on the couch with the box in his hands wide open.

He looked at you and the box back to back until he decided to place the box down to approach you. He had a concerned look on his face as he grabbed your hands.

"Am I not enough? You could told me this, no need to resort to that kind of stuff." He says with a sad tone.

You couldn’t help but stare blankly at him.

"N-no! Yuta you have the wrong idea. Nobara came over to drop thoes off so me and her could test them out." You say panicked.

You watch as his jaw drop from disbelief. Of course you worded it wrong. "Her friend owns a company and they have these new products! He needs a review before he drop it. Of course we’re not going to test them out together! Apart because we’re not like that."

He drops your hand feeling at ease with your answer.

"I’m relieved but you’re going to use these on your own? I doubt you would know how to use them." Yuta said as he walked to the box and pulled out a rose toy. Turning it in different directions so he could get a good look at the weird contraption.

"I’m more than capable of figuring it out." You roll your eyes.

He stalks back towards you as he held a wand vibrator in his hands. Bringing it near him mouth to use it as a microphone. "Two reviews are better than one." Yuta says as in the "mic" .

Putting the wand down next to the cutting board he pulls out the rose, clearly being interested in that one the most. He lifted you up and sat you on the counter you down on the counter. Pulled your night gown up as he tried to figure out how to turn on the flower.

Grabbing it from his hand you slowly direct your finger towards the power button so he could see. Once you pressed it, it started to vibrate in your hands letting out a humming noise. He quickly grabbed it to feel the vibration in his hands. A small smile appeared on his face as he put it against his hand.

"This has power." He says as he felt how strong and fast it was. Bring his hand down he tried to put it against your privates but you stopped him by covering the area.

"You’re not going to wash it first?" You looked at him.

He quickly turned on the faucet that was next to you and washed it with soap and water. He came back immediately to not ruin the mood. He then brings up the toy to his mouth and begins to lick it.

You were in disbelief from his actions. He was licking it and swirling his tongue on it as he pulled your panties to the side. He then pressed it on you once he was satisfied with the wet coat he had just created it. You jolt at the sudden vibration it created. You bite your cheek as you grab into his shoulder for support. You never really used something like this because there was no need. Yuta managed to satisfy your needs easily so this was entirely new to you.

Yuta would gradually go fast and faster until you were at your climax but this toy got to the point. It didn’t take long before your legs are shaking and your grip on him tightened. You begged him to not press it up your bran to hard but he didn’t listen. Instead he studied your facial expressions and mocked you when you would open your mouth from pleasure. Asking if you like this better than him.

You would shake your head but he didn’t stop. He was clearly trying to teach you some sort of lesson but it wasn’t getting quite through. Not even ten minutes passed and you were orgasming in his hand.

"Five stars" he says as he walks away.

While you try to catch your breath you find him Infront of you once again. You were surprised he came back so quickly. He saw your struggle to get down so he helped you down with one hand. You lean onto him as you try to regain your composure but he gave you little to no time as he bent you over the counter and shoved something in you.

You gasp at the sudden familiar feeling of being full. It wasn’t as filling as you were used to taking but it still felt amazing Turning back at him you see Yuta with an intrigued look. He pulled out the object out of you and slammed it back inside. You let out a loud cry from pleasure. He then pulls it in and out in a steady pace as he watched you squirm. You beg him to slow down In between moans.

You try to grip onto the counter as he pounded you with the toy. Hitting the right spot over and over again.

"This mouth was so hungry for something huh? Look at her drooling all over this toy." Yuta says as your juices run down his hand. You close your eyes out of embarrassment. Your legs loosing the will to support you in the process. Yuta was quick to catch you before you could fall.

He ended up paying on the couch While resting your body on his chest. You relaxed in his embrace until you felt the toy go back inside you. You look up at him with an annoyed look.

"What? We need to rate this toy. Won’t be possible until you finish." He kisses your head as continued were he left off. You grip his shirt as he started slamming the silicone toy in you. Body jolting everytime he dug it deep inside your body. Was he really planning on testing everything out on you? There was no way anyone could go through such a box. That’s at least twenty five orgasms in one go.

Another orgasm rippled through your body. You moan out his name as you grab his arm that was helping move the toy in and out of you.

"Seven, took you way too long to orgasm. Even I can do it in less time, it got the job done though. 3 stars."

"No more" you croak out in desperation.

"Why not? We just got started." Yuta sits you on you couch.

You pull your dress down with a flushed face.

"I can do the rest in my own with my own pace. Plus these toys are usually meant for self pleasure. It wouldn’t be fair to rate them together." You say hoping that wound stop him from continuing.

"Oh" he says "then masturbate with them."he says.

"I will, eventually." You say as you grab the toy Yuta was using as a microphone not too long ago.

"Do it right now, Infront of me." He tilts his head.

You look at him shocked.

"I couldn’t possibl-"

He grabs your hand with the toy and pushes it down there. You swallow hard as he looked into your eyes.

"I won’t touch you. I won’t bother you." He smiles as he sits on the couch opposite from you. "I’ll just sit here."

You bite your lip as he tells you to go on. You have no choice but to listen. Pulling your panties down you put your legs on the couch. Spreading them apart until he had a full view of everything. You watch as his hands roam on his pants. Caressing his member that rested under those pants.

Closing your eyes you turn on the device and put it on your bud. You let out a shameful moan out immediately because you were already so sensitive. You rubbed it up and down your area. Hips rolling back and forward from pleasure.

It felt so good but something was missing. You couldn’t think of what it could be. Maybe more of a stronger vibration? A faster speed? A better shape? Or maybe it was the man Infront of you.

You let out whimpers as you open your eyes too look at him. He was sitting down watching you pleasure yourself from afar. Eyes not looking away from you even for a second. You couldn’t help but wish for him to touch you and to do more.

"Yut-a" you flutter your eyes at him.

He tried his best not to respond since he said he wasn’t going to bother you but the look you were giving him made him turn on his words.

"Yes baby?" He asks.

"I want you to do it form me." You say.

Yutas leg jolted from excitement but he knew he shouldn’t. Still he stood up and approached you. Sitting on the floor right in front of you.

"Common baby you can do it." He says moving your hand a bit lower so you could get a better position on it. The small movement made a huge difference. You were now squirming like crazy. Legs twitching uncontrollably. All that came out your mouth now was your moaning and small profanity’s. Yutas name coming out time by time which he loved.

"Such a good girl, come for me no?"

He said as he kissed your thighs up and down, trying not to intervene too much. You cry out his name once more as you came. Body completely shutting down on you. Yuta was quick to move the toy out the way and bury his face in between your legs.

"Y-Yuta!?" You squeal

You tried to push him away but he was not moving until he decided he was. He ended up eating you out until he left you clean.

"Sorry I couldn’t help myself."

[thefirstknife]

Because Datto is very smart, his preview video of TFS shows something that confirms our greatest dreams, despite him saying there's no spoilers in the video (probably because he has no clue who the character is), but this is visible briefly in the corner:

Obviously it was already almost 100% confirmed because of the card from the vidoc so this isn't a huge spoiler to those of us who paid attention, but man. There's something so incredibly reassuring and incredible about seeing this.

Micah-10 was such a small niche lore character, but one that everyone loved instantly. And then all the way back in BL they gave us some backstory about her which was interesting in so many ways; her connection to the Traveler, her life as a little kid on Europa, her gay dads and most importantly her identity as a trans woman which was shown in such an elegant and simple way without making it seem like they're doing this for good boy points, as so much of media does. It wasn't a big deal, it wasn't used to sell products, it's just there, as a part of the story and the world.

And now we'll actually see her and hear her. To know for a fact that she is becoming a voiced and living character in the, arguably, most important expansion is incredible beyond words. They did not have to do this or choose this character in particular, but they did. I can't wait to see her, which I believe we will soon because a "[redacted]" character was teased through the Cosplay Cosmodrome back in April. They should start showing us the cosplay today, though we're not sure when the cosplayer for Micah will be shown.

[puffpierps]

Gimme shit to draw- I'm mildly burned out on productive drawings, so first (5? I'll go with 5) people to reblog with an art reference of their character get a really terrible shitty doodle like one o these.

doesn't gotta be a troll, although that's what I hyperfixate on cause I'm insane.

[clairenatural]

I love watching bronlies make long posts calling reciprocated destiel a "fringe" theory that get less than 10 notes. yeah okay

[dduane]

So where were we...?

...So the (current) new cover for The Door Into Fire is finally sorted out, and the new paperback will be available on Amazon in a day or so, as soon as it gets out of the usual re-publication review is now available on Amazon. (So is the matching Kindle edition, updated this morning.)

...Interesting to note that the 'Zon is now asking, as one of the questions on the page where you guarantee that you have legal publication rights, whether you've used AI in any part of the production process. ...Good.

One additional development for the paperback: I went over the text of Fire, before submitting the interior to make sure it'd correctly fit the cover, and made some minor tweaks. (Because there's no way a writer can read a text this, uh, senior, without adding a touch here or there to better bring it up to date with current style.) Nothing major: just some dialogue reformatting, and some smoothing-off of sharp corners that snagged me as I passed.

So this ever-so-slightly improved text, and the new cover, have today been carried over into the Ebooks Direct edition and all the bundles that contain it (just in time for the updated version of the LGBTQ Pride Package that'll be dropping early next week). If you've previously ordered Fire from the EBD store and would like a copy of the newer edition, just drop a note to the store's contact address quoting your order number, and we'll get new download links out to you in a day or so.

And if you haven't got a copy, well, here's the link. :)

The corresponding new-cover editions for The Door Into Shadow and The Door Into Sunset will also be pulled up into Amazon, with reset interiors, over the next week or so. (Since I first need to spend some time rummaging around under the hood of the store's software. It was acting up in obscure ways during the sale last weekend, and I need to figure out what was going on. [mutter] The joys of digital retail...)

Anyway, thanks, all!

[ghostykapi]

Lunch

kim dahyun & fem!reader

:3 spice so kids scram

dahyun isn’t sure that this is a good idea

the cameras are rolling though, so the production staff thinks it is a good idea

twice has been booked and busy with schedules. any time to rest seems like just enough to have some sleep, so any free time for dahyun to properly spend with you is through mundane tasks and in between schedules

normally this wouldn’t be such a bad thing, but today is different.

yesterday morning she woke up to you rummaging through the drawers, only in a sports bra and shorts after a morning run. the problem of her neediness starting from there.

lunch at her favorite restaurant wasn’t any better, your y2k inspired outfit providing her eyes a feast. the fit crop top and the low rise jeans proved to be a dangerous combo. her hands wouldn’t leave your waist even during practice later that afternoon

the late dinner back at home made her frustration grew. your choice to wear only a oversized shirt making her fight the air. your innocent smile and your sleepy demeanor preventing her from pouncing on you at all

now she sits and looks at the mirror with a stoic face, trying to keep it together as her eyes wander to you. the sports bra and baggy sweat pants combo isn’t a wow eye popping combo to anyone, but when she sees the way it highlights your abs and arms and your oh so bitable neck she kinda loses it

she’s barely even listening, save for the important key phrases she heard from the choreographer, so much so that when a quick 15 minute break is in session, she’s still breathing deeply and staring at you, wondering if you’re thinking the things she wants to do to you

the cameras sitting inside of the room also like the view, with you always interacting with it, telling silly things to once that will only be heard once the comeback is in full swing

“guys” you’re whispering to the camera, so sure that the others won’t hear “dahyun looks so pretty today but i won’t tell her that, so instead i’m going to bother her”

you smile, with your sharp teeth and all, before bouncing away from the camera and to dahyun, who’s hands immediately cover you up with her jacket that she brought

“i can’t believe you” she’s barely even mad, she’s just pretending to scold you so she doesn’t get distracted

“but” you pout “you like this outfit”

“i do” her voice lowers, and it gets you thinking into something “but i don’t like sharing remember?”

“i do” dahyun barely notices it, but you’ve managed to lead her outside of the practice room and into a convenient ‘out of order’ comfort room “i just wanna look good for mommy”

that short circuits her brain, the panic visibly shown on her face and it makes you giggle. it’s then that you lock the door, push her to sit on the marble sink and kiss her, hands gripping on whatever clothing that it can hold

“baby” she’s trying to push you away, but she knows if she continues any longer than this she will not be able to focus at all in practice “baby please”

her hands, are now scratching your exposed skin, not enough to leave any marks but enough for you to whimper while kissing her

“can’t keep your hands to yourself mommy?” you’re voice is her favorite sound, but when it’s raspy and needy for her it makes her lose her very composure “i know what will help”

she tries so hard, she really does, but when you lips kiss her neck, she lets out a moan that she is quick to cut off, remembering where they are

“shhh you don’t want the others to hear you don’t you?” dahyun must be under a spell, because now you’re hand has manage to pull down her sweatpants and underwear, leaving for you to use your fingers to part her lips, simply teasing her even further “unless of course you like that mommy. you want them to see how much of a good girl i am for taking care of you hm?”

you’re evil, laughing as you get on your knees and make a show of making a one slow lick from bottom to top

dahyun prays to god for the strength she needs to stay absolutely quiet

“we don’t have time” despite how evil you can be, you know when to not push your luck today. so get to work and start eating her out, a finger teasing her entrance while you do

it doesn’t take long, your enthusiasm and dahyun’s neediness, your now pumping in two fingers at a respectable fast pace, all while you’re eating her out like you’ve been starving for days

“that’s it” with this rate of your fingers moving and your tongue, dahyun wishes she can be a bit more louder, but she settles with deep breaths and holding your hand “so good baby, you’re so good at fucking me”

you’re sure to make her weak to even practice for the next hour, because your nails are digging on her thighs, said thighs are crushing your head and her hands are desperately grasping anything other than your hair and the white marble counter to get a grip

she’s so close, the peak is right there. just within one’s grasp. she just needs to hear you say the words

“cum for me”

dahyun’s moan is cut off, the only sound both of you can hear is your own mouth on her pussy, sucking and lapping any of her cum that’s dripping out of her. she can barely breathe, and yet when she looks down at you, looking up at her with doe eyes and a lopsided smile, scattering kisses all over her thighs, her brain goes a bit overdrive

in the nick of time you manage to clean her up and help her get back her reigns, promising to give her some of your energy bar and your sports drink to keep her energy up through the day. her body leaning towards you as you both finally move to leave the ‘pit of order’ comfort room

“you want to continue that tonight?” you can’t wait for tonight, can’t wait for her to get back at you and claim what’s hers

“tonight” you let her kiss you again to seal the deal “i’ll get back at you tonight”

the thing is, as you both emerge from the ‘out of order’ comfort room, both mina and momo also emerge from the supply closet just a couple of steps down

dahyun and mina both stare at each other, faces red at the realization of the implication

you and momo simply smile at each other, happy to get a early lunch

[annashockeystories]

Hey can you do a Andrei Svechnikov or Sebastian Aho smut fic please?

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x reader

Warnings: Smut and age gap (Reader is 19, Andrei is 24), friends with benefits to lovers, and badly translated Russian

Summary: After a big home win, Andrei needs to celebrate with his favourite social media admin

From the moment you got the internship as the social media admin for the Carolina Hurricanes, you loved it. The guys and their families were so sweet, and you had become fast friends with Seth Jarvis. However, you had almost instantly created a connection with Andrei Svechnikov. While you weren't technically allowed to have any relationship with the players, that hadn't stopped the situationship that had come to be with Andrei Svechnikov. You both knew there was a risk, that's part of what made it fun.

That's why, while you watched Andrei get off the bench for his shoot out attempt, an attempt that would win the game, your heart sped up. "Come on, Drei," you mumbled to yourself.

"Andrei Svechnikov has scored the game-winning goal for Carolina," the announcer bellowed, and you jumped up celebrating. The whole team celebrated and began to walk down the tunnel. You and the rest of the staff wandered up to celebrate with the team. Normally, members of the team hug the staff out of both an adrenaline rush and how close we all were. Today was no different, Seth Jarvis and Jack Drury hugged you tight, but when Andrei walked by, he gave you the tightest hug you'd ever felt. While in the hug, his thick accent quietly whispered, "Meet me at my car." You felt your heartbeat practically come out of your chest while you greeted the rest of the team.

After what felt like another hour of greeting the team and closing out for the night, you began to walk to the parking lot. Andrei was already in his Lamborghini when you saw him, beginning to rush towards him so as not to be seen.

When you reach the car, you get in quickly. The tinted windows are rolled up, so you don't have to worry about being seen once you are in. He reached over and kissed you. Because english wasn't his first language he had never been a man of many words, but physical touch had always been the way he expressed himself to you. You loved the kisses and touching, as did he.

"You come to my home tonight," he mumbled.

"Drei, I need all my stuff. If I go back to work tomorrow in the same outfit, they'll know. Toothbrush, I don't have a toothbrush." Andrei listened quietly to your anxious rant. When you finally finished, he handed you his phone open to a picture, a drawer in his closet with two of your skirts, underwear, pants, socks, and a bra. He signalled to scroll, and when you did, you saw his bathroom counter covered in your products. He had gone out and bought all your products, you couldn't believe it. Before you could say anything, he spoke up.

"I like when you stay," his voice was deep but very quiet, as if he was shy.

"Oh, drei, thank you," you mumbled while kissing his neck. He was still driving, so he didn't return the kisses but happily groaned about yours.

After all that commotion, you were actually already at his home. Pulling into the garage and getting out, you both walked quietly into the house. The moment that the door closed and you were in the house, he grabbed you and began kissing you hard.

"Game winner Andrei Svechnikov deserves a reward, " you say as you get down on your knees and unbutton his dress pants.

"thank you красивая девушка (beautiful girl)," he groaned as you took him in your mouth, gently sucking his tip. He was never one to be quiet in bed; whether it was Russian swears or pure moans and groans, the man let you know how good you made him feel. "no no любовь (love) not in mouth, in you," he groaned as he pulled you off him flipping you onto the bed.

He lined himself up with you and thrust; as you cried out, his hand softly touched your face, pushing your hair back. "моя прекрасная девочка (my beautiful girl), you do so good," he groans thrusting harder. You can barely register what he is saying as he's so deep you can't think when suddenly you feel the familiar knot in your lower stomach.

"Drei, I....I'm...g.g.gonna...," you stutter out

"I know красивая девушка (beautiful girl), I know," he moans out, somehow going deeper.

"Drei," you scream out, feeling the dam break. At the same time, you felt Andrei's release. Your vision went blurry, and everything went quiet.

After only a few seconds you came back to with Andrei stroking your face and whispering in Russian. You had no idea what he was saying for the most part, but there was one familiar term, "Я люблю тебя, моя дорогая (I love you my darling)."

"I love you too, Drei," I whispered, falling asleep.

"No, no, get ready, remember," he groaned, pulling you up towards his bathroom. He began brushing your teeth, and you laughed as toothpaste smeared over your face.

After two minutes, you spit out the toothpaste and hop in the shower. Andrei joins and washes your hair while you wash his. No words are exchanged, but it feels different. You knew you'd been in love with him for a while but didn't think he wanted more.

"Drei," you casually said as you exited the shower, beginning your skin care.

"yes," he said, watching you with a towel around his waist

"Did you mean it when you said you loved you?" You couldn't bring yourself to look at him while you said it until you felt his hand on your chin, pulling you up to look at him.

"I mean all, I love you," He mumbled while kissing your jaw. You were done skincare now, so you turned and kissed him back. Both of you dropped your towels and walked back to the bed.

You knew you had a lot to figure out, but for him, it was worth it.

[mossspond]

Quick vid of the (FOR FUN) toyhouse redesign stuff from today :)

Style wise, I went all in on the idea that the "base" pages are a blank slate. It's super minimal and boxy, just waiting for you to fill in all the color with your characters and codes... ❤️

Even if it's not real, I want to make sure that this doesn't break anyone's custom codes in theory... because that would suck! So most of the big chunks are staying the same. Just moving some little things around so they make a bit more sense.

Like, for example.... a collapsible sidebar! No reason you need to dedicate that much space to it.

And how about that OOC toggle? It's actually pretty cool that you can comment in character... but you have to click a bunch to pick a character anyways. Let's spell it out to make it more clear what this does.

More to come! I want to tackle some of the other egregious pages. But this is very fun. Product design is my passion 🥹

[honeytonedhottie]

reset, refresh, move on⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🛍️

GET UR NAILS DONE ;

sometimes when im feeling a bit stuck or if i feel that my energy seems clogged, getting my nails done makes me feel so put together and it helps my mental state too.

getting my nails done makes me feel super feminine and it makes me feel put together. when i feel put together (even if im not) it acts like a push in the right direction.

CLEANING UR SPACE ;

a clean space = a clear mind. when our surroundings are cluttered, our minds are prone to be cluttered too and it can keep u stuck in a cycle that you feel stuck in.

wash ur sheets + pillow cases

pick up trash from ur room

put things where they belong

so force urself to get up and do some cleaning and i promise that you'll feel so much better afterwards and your mind will be a lot clearer.

RETAIL THERAPY ;

nothing screams "moving on" more then buying something nice for urself and treating urself to something that u want. for me, im a lipgloss junkie so i buy myself a new lipgloss.

HAIR AND BODY CARE ;

take an everything shower. use leave in products and make sure to be super meticulous and treat urself the way that u deserve. taking showers feels like hitting a refresh button so if u feel like ur in a funk, try and take a nice long shower.

JOURNALLING SESSION ;

its important when u feel like u need to refresh to realign urself with ur goals and evaluate where you are now. so some journalling prompts for realignment are...

"have i moved forward, backwards, or stayed the same since my last entry"

"what can i do differently and what should i keep doing"

"have i been working towards my goals and if so how"

"have i been working towards my goals and if not how can i change that"

MAKE A RULE ;

to avoid getting in the habit of rotting away again, make a rule for urself. my rule is that i cannot spend two days in a row rotting. if i spend today rotting, tomorrow i need to get my act together.

make sure to know what works for u before u create and follow thru on a rule. having a rule provides some structure and semblance of "im going to get through this". like a safety net essentially.

everyone has periods in their lives when they feel lethargic or depressed so dont feel bad about urself if ur going thru that right now. it just matters that u get urself out of it when ur ready and u realign with what matters. love - honey

[slayfics]

Heya! Can I get a comfort/fluff one shot with Kirishima and fem!reader? They like each other but are clueless about it, but are really good friends. He is in a sad mood, feeling insecure about his quirk compared to others. Reader comforts/cheers him up and it leads to him finally confessing? 😚

Eijiro confesses his feelings for you.

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You walked back to the common room of the dorms after finishing showering. Ready to relax with your friends for the rest of the night. The usual group sat in their spots on the couches. Hanta was having an animated discussion with Denki, while Katsuki sat with his hands in his pockets, pretending he wanted to be anywhere else. Everyone was accounted for, except for Eijiro.

"Hey," you announced yourself taking up the empty spot next to Katsuki.

Hanta and Denki greeted you warmly while Katsuki grunted. The four of you had the usual conversations about classes, assignments, and training. You expected Eijiro to come down and join you all any minute, but he never did.

You waited for a natural pause in conversation to ask, "Where's Kirishima?"

"Said he was tired and went up to his room early," Hanta replied.

"Oh," you mused gazing at the ground. It was unusual for Eijiro to be sleepy so early, that was Katsuki's job.

"Yeah, I thought it was weird too, but it was a long day," Denki added. 

Hanta and Denki started up another conversation while you found yourself worrying about Eijiro. You knew he didn't do well in the training today and he had a tendency to be too hard on himself. It was likely being tired was just an excuse to wallow in his room.

"Go check on 'em," Katsuki said, so lowly you almost didn't hear.

"Hu?" You perked up looking at him.

"If you're so damn worried, go check on him," Katsuki huffed.

"I didn't say I was worried," You argued.

"Tch- ya didn't have to. Go," he demanded.

"You don't have to be so bossy about it," You rolled your eyes and stood up.

"Yeah, I do, or your stubborn ass wouldn't listen," Katsuki retorted. 

"Sorry, can't hear you," You mocked as the distance between you and Katsuki grew while you made your way to Eijiro's dorm. Katsuki huffed but didn't argue any further.

After the short elevator ride, you were in front of Eijiro's dorm door knocking.

"I told you guys I'm tired," he called from inside his room, responding to your knocks.

"Oh, sorry I didn't know," you called back.

Hearing your voice Eijiro rushed to his door.

"Oh hey! Sorry, I thought you were Sero and Kaminari," he replied.

"So, you're too tired to talk to them but not me?" You joked.

Eijiro's cheeks flushed slightly, "I uh-," he stuttered.

"Relax, I'm just teasing you," you said saving him the embarrassment. "Can I come in?"

"Of course," he said stepping aside to make way for you. "So, what's up?"

You thought for a moment before deciding how to answer. You figured honesty was the best. "I was just worried about you. I know you had a tough day today. So when the boys said you went to bed already, I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

Eijiro grunted as he plopped himself down on his bed, "Was it that obvious?" He asked, placing his hands over his face. His shirt lifted slightly revealing part of his abdomen. Your own cheeks flushing now.

You sat down on the bed next to him, "I don't think it was to anyone else!" You tried to comfort him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Eijiro let out a sigh, "You saw me today... my quirk was worthless."

"That's not true!" You try to combat him.

"Yes, it was! There was nothing productive for me to do in that situation. It's just... never mind it's stupid," he said cutting himself off...

"No, tell me! I want to hear," you encouraged.

Another heavy sigh and some silence passed before Eijiro took his hands off his face and spoke to the ceiling, "I hate my quirk sometimes. You, Bakugo, Kaminari... all have amazing quirks that could be useful for almost anything. I've been training so hard to try and make up for that... but days like today just remind me how far behind I am from you guys... Sometimes it feels like I'm never going to catch up. Or even when I make improvements, it's not enough because everyone else has to so I'm still miles behind. I always wanted to be a hero and help people but, recently I don't think I'm even needed. The world has enough heroes ya know?"

"Are you being serious right now?" You said angrily at Eijiro.

"Hu?" He sat up looking at you confused.

"You really can't see how much of a difference you made for your team in the training today?!" You asked.

"They would have been fine without me; they didn't need me. The outcome would have been the same," Eijiro stated.

You shook your head no aggressively, "You're so dense sometimes."

"Ok ouch," Eijiro exclaimed.

"I just mean... the way Koda froze on your team; you all would have lost. The only reason he used his anivocie is because of you!"

"So?" Eijiro asked.

"Don't you get it? There's so much more to being a hero than just your quirk. There's your drive and the comfort you bring those you're saving. Even though you may have felt useless on the inside you hyped your team with your endless positivity, and it made everyone fight so much harder. Your team won because you were on it, and you believed in everyone." You explained.

Eijiro felt his eyes get misty, "You really think so?"

"I don't think. I know, and so does the rest of our class. You inspire everyone with your big shark smile and... the way you look up to all of us, makes us want to be that hero you think we can be. You bring a lot to our class, it's why you're friends with everyone. Even the hard-headed Bakugo. You're going to be a fan favorite hero someday because of that, I know it," you smiled at him.

"Man," Eijiro exclaimed taking in a breath. "You always know what to say, no wonder I like you so much."

"Hu?" You breathed out, taken off guard.

"No! I uh just mean-," Eijiro tried to backtrack.

"Don't... Please don't take it back," you said, gaze meeting his crimson eyes.

Eijiro bit his lip, attempting to swallow his nervousness, "You're right that would be unmanly. I meant it... You always check on me, and have this way of getting to me when I'm in my head... I can't help but... like you."

"I... feel the same way," you confessed.

"What?! Are you serious?" Eijiro asked stunned.

You nodded shyly.

"Man, I feel like the luckiest guy in the world right now... would you... want to go to my favorite restaurant after class tomorrow with me?" Eijiro asked.

"I'd love to," you replied.

sinners: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @derangedmango @reneinii @peachsukii @pastelbakugou @abadbitchblogs @deluluforcarlos55 @pinkpurpledreams @that-one-fangirl69 @dreamcastgirl99

[mayajadewrites]

Could've Been You: Aizawa x Fem!Reader x Hawks

summary: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy. Nothing could go wrong... right? relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader warnings: some chapters will be NSFW, they will have a warning on them in bold. not many descriptions of reader, other than she's midsize.

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT hehe (protected sex, handjob)

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CHAPTER EIGHT

You woke up in your own bed the next morning. Your pussy was sore from the feast Shouta Aizawa had last night, the skin must be raw.

You stand up to stretch your limbs and feel a headache creep into your body. A groan leaves your lips as you walk to the mirror in your living room.

You examine your body - more specifically your neck and chest.

Purple marks everywhere.

This man wanted to mark you. "What a jackass." You roll your eyes and pad to the bathroom, but not before you pass the vase of roses on your table.

Keigo.

It's wrong that you're doing this. It's wrong that you're sleeping with Keigo while doing... things with Shouta.

To play devil's advocate - you're single. You can date however many men you want.

You pile the concealer on your skin, making sure in every lighting you cannot see past the makeup.

You trained class 1A in the field today, letting them develop strategies that they could possibly use to defeat a villain that had your quirk.

Your arms were crossed over your chest when a familiar tall, muscular figure dressed in black walks into the field. His hair is in a messy ponytail again, his grey scarf wrapped loosely around his neck.

He nonchalantly stood next to you with his hands in his pockets as he watched the kids, his kids, work together to form a strategy.

"Good morning." Aizawa said flatly as his eyes followed the class.

You stay silent as you observe the children working together, taking mental note of who is taking the lead.

"Didn't know I took away your ability to speak."

"I didn't know you were incapable of not making me look like I fell down the stairs for 3 years straight." You didn't turn your head to look at him. He half smiled as his eyes wandered over your figure.

"Looks fine to me."

"That's because I have 5 concealer bottles worth of product on me."

"You need this?" He pointed to his scarf.

"Yeah. To choke you with." You rolled your eyes.

"We'll do that later, Princess." Aizawa's voice was low, so low only you could hear it.

You scoff and walk a few steps towards the kids. "Okay, that's enough for today." You clap your hands. "Next week you'll be going up against me and Mr. Aizawa. So study and form a plan in your respective groups."

Shouta looked at you with a surprised smirk on his face. "You're including me in your class plans?"

"Might as well make yourself useful." You turned on your heel to walk out of the field. Aizawa watched your curvy body as you walked away from him, your ass slightly jiggling in your skirt. He bit his lower lip as he watched, thinking about last night.

Hoping you remembered every moment of it.

And you do.

Every. Single. Second.

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The rest of the week flew by as you continued your class. You're finally getting the hang of your teaching rhythm. You kept up with Keigo, but your feelings for Shouta have been weighing heavy on your mind.

Would it be wrong if you paid more attention to Shouta? You didn't want to lose Keigo, actually, you still wanted to explore your romantic relationship with him.

But you also really wanted to fuck Aizawa.

He didn't need to know what you're doing, right? After all - he's not your boyfriend.

Neither is Aizawa.

Friday came soon enough and it was time for Keigo to come over. Part of you wished it was Shouta coming over.

"Hello, beautiful." Keigo said as you opened the door. He greeted you with a soft kiss, which felt so different from Shouta's lips. Keigo liked when you took the lead, which made you feel powerful. Made you feel like he needed you.

"Hi." You smile against his lips and lead him into your room. He's carrying a small duffle bag filled with everything he needs for a stay over.

"How was your week baby bird?" He dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around your body, twirling you around.

You giggled as he lifted you off your feet. "Good actually. I don't think the kids hate me." You kissed his cheek, your warm lips leaving a ghost mark on his skin. "How was yours?"

"It was fine." He shrugged and kicked his shoes off and pushed you gently against the counter. "I've been looking forward to this." His hands roamed to the fat of your ass, squeezing it gently with his large hand.

"Looking forward to groping me?" You teased.

"Mhm." Keigo nods as he goes in for another kiss. You press your lips to his and allow his tongue to enter your mouth.

He feels so different than Shouta.

Thankfully your hickies have faded, so touching won't be a problem tonight.

You deepen the kiss as his hands find your waist, picking you up and placing you on the counter so you're above him now.

You looked down at his honey glazed eyes, with the hair to match. He's so cute. Your index finger glides along the side of his face to his chin, making him close his eyes.

"I don't know what you do to me." His voice was so smooth. He leaned his face against your hand, feeling your touch. His eyes fluttered open to you.

He was yearning for you.

"Kei." You smile, feeling the heat between your legs intensify. He pressed his hand on your plush thigh, spreading your legs to let him in. You oblige by crashing your lips into his.

Keigo took one of his hands and trailed it down your chest, your soft stomach, to your aching core. He could feel your wetness through the fabric. He smiled as his tongue dove into your mouth, his fingers rubbing circles on your heat.

You cradle the back of his head with your hand as you push your tits against him, the sensation causing him to moan. He turned his attention to them, your perfect, plump, fat tits. He lowered himself to your chest and knead them with his large hands as he threw his head back.

"Fuck." Was all he could get out as he buried his face in your tits. He kissed, bit, sucked, and licked the entirety of them. You pressed your palm against the back of his head, hoping that he kept going.

He took your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it roughly as he slipped his fingers into your leggings. His fingers are long but slim, nothing like Shouta's.

"You like these?" You pressed your arms around your tits, making them look even bigger than they already are. You wanted, no needed Keigo to talk more.

Tell you you're doing a good job.

Tell you that he wants this.

"Of course I do." His lips moved against your sweaty skin. "They're a work of art, baby bird."

You dragged your fingertips along his chest to find the button on his jeans. You could feel his erection pressed against the fabric of his jeans as you slid your hand inside of his pants. You wrapped your dainty hand around his length, teasing your thumb on the slit of his tip.

His heart was beating so fast it could've been a sign of a heart attack.

Your hands do something to him. He loves how you take care of your body, specifically your hands. Your skin is so soft and your nails are always done - manicured and perfect.

"Fuckkkkkk." He moaned as he pulled down his pants, letting his cock free. Your hand was still wrapped around him, pumping slowly as you stared into his eyes. You watched his eyes roll back as you pleasured him with only your hand.

"Do you have rubbers?" He could just barely open his eyes as his cock twitched in your hand. "I don't want to come on your hand."

You had this man ready to unravel and you're still (mostly) fully clothed.

"Yes." You hop off the counter and pull your tank top back over your tits before you pad into your room, pulling out the same box of condoms that you used before when you fucked Keigo for the first time.

Keigo grabbed your face when you walked back into the room, his tongue exploring your mouth roughly. His kisses are frenzied, like the world is about to end and the last thing he wants to remember is your lips.

You break away from the kiss and kneel down on the floor, tearing the condom wrapper. You slowly slide the rubber onto his length, watching his face in amusement.

He could not get enough of your hands on him.

You pull your pants down, wiggling your hips as you get them past your ass. You smirked when you notice Keigo is watching your body move, if his erection got any harder he might cut someone.

"You want this, baby?" You lean back against the counter and watch him through your lidded eyes.

He nods quickly. "Y-Yes."

"Have you been a good boy?" You voice was low, seductive even. You knew you held the power here and you loved it.

"Yes I've been a good boy. Please." Keigo whimpers.

"My sweet bird, hm?" Your hands hovered over his beautiful wings, your touch almost like fire. He winced at your touch, but not in a bad way. In a way where he needed you right here, right now.

You turn around and press your palms to the counter - your ass on full display. You spread your legs for him, waiting.

He pressed one palm to the small of your back as he aligned himself with your entrance. Inch by inch he pushed his length into your wet, warm pussy.

He almost bottomed out right there.

The sound of his thrusts against the fat of your ass filled the room as he picked up his pace. He grabbed your hips as he slammed into you, his strokes rougher than you remember.

You don't like doggy style all that much, only because you like looking at your partner. Watching their face as they experience pleasure.

Your pussy tightened around his length as he hit your sweet spot just right. Keigo dragged his fingers up your back to your tits, taking one of them in his hands and squeezing roughly. He used is thumb and index finger to play with your nipple as his thrusts became sloppy.

"I'm close, baby bird." His words came out as messy as his thrusts.

The words caused your pussy to clench around him, both of you reaching your highs. With one last thrust Keigo pulled out of you, his breath staggered.

Your body is sticky from the sweat and you need to shower.

"Want to shower with me?" You hold out your hand for Keigo.

"What kind of idiot would say no to that?" He takes your hand and follows you into your bathroom.

Keigo lathered you with soap and you made sure his the water wasn't too hot for his wings. He planted kisses on your face as he cleaned you, whispering compliments in your ear.

"You are beautiful in every lighting." He kissed your earlobe as he ran the washcloth down your arms.

"So are you." You gently poured water from your hands onto his wings. "You're gonna have to teach me how you take care of these things."

"I have a whole routine." He smiled proudly.

When you both washed off the sex you just had, you were exhausted. You climbed into bed, hawks quickly after you.

You fell asleep with Keigo's arms wrapped around you, his nose buried in your neck. He left kisses on your skin as he drifted into his own slumber.

When you woke up, he was gone.

No note. He didn't wake you up.

His stuff was gone.

[thinemoonshine]

⋆ ˚｡𝒯𝐻𝒰𝑀𝒫! 𝒯𝐻𝒰𝑀𝒫! 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓂𝓅𝓈! ୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

enhypen 8th fem!member x maknae line content(s): fluff, (y/n) rizzing the maknae line(unintentionally), maknae line being (y/n)'s no.1 fans type: oneshot word count: 1450 (avg. of 483 words for each member)

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ synopsis: in which the hyung line’s hearts go THUMP! THUMP! in a fluttery way when (y/n) does a certain something ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

playing make-up/dress-up together (k.sw)

"what'chu doin'?~" sunoo skittishly asks as he casually steps into (y/n)'s bedroom. every once in a while, the members stop by her private apartment just for a little break before a nearby schedule or a random hangout—and today is one of those days.

"trying out some new makeup," (y/n) answers simply and glances at him as he closes the door behind him—drowning the cheerful rowdiness of the members from her living room. she then turns to him fully, spinning on her dressing table's stool. "hey, wanna try them together. you can be my mannequin head."

his eyes instantly upturn to crescents while his lips pull to a bright, ear-to-ear grin. "yeah!"

within a blink, he's plopped himself onto her bed, legs criss-crossed and hands tucked into the small space in the center, keeping them warm. he follows (y/n) with both his sparkling gaze and head, bobbing left and right in accordance to her like a pup. she climbs onto the bed on her knees before sitting right in front of him—both hands full with her fresh products.

"let's see here..." (y/n) says as she drops them onto the spot between them and soon sunoo’s cheeks are in all shades of pink and lips all glittery from her experimentations.

“hmm…i don’t really like this one…” she mutters to herself as she stares at her mannequin head’s soft lips that are in a matte rosy colour. using a makeup wipe, she starts cleaning the tint off with gentle, smooth motions—unaware of the gaze that is transfixed on her.

he doesn’t know when and how exactly it started, but he’s come to adore it whenever she plays with her makeup on him. he thinks it’s such a sweet, adorable thing but it’s also because he feels all…ticklish and fluttery inside whenever it happens.

the way her brush strokes his skin with the most softest of grazes, the way the cold wetness of the wipes feel hydrating and refreshing—cooling down his warm flushed face—and the way her fingers caress his skin so tenderly, carefully but not in a way where she treats fragile glass. but in a way where she seems to admire and treasure the most loveliest of masterpieces.

little does she know that in these moments, he finds her to be the most endearing, the most exquisite of arts. it makes his heart go a little over its speed limit sometimes—to the point where he forgets to breathe and causing her to chuckle and say that even though she forbid him from moving, that doesn’t mean literally everything in him has to stop.

“this one looks so good on you!” (y/n) squeals suddenly and holds her mirror up to his face so he can see. “don’t you think so too?”

sunoo looks at his reflection and gasps at the lip tint and blush that compliment his porcelain skin perfectly, his hand flying to hover his mouth. “wah! you’re right! what colour is this??”

“this!” his ‘makeup artist’ exclaims and shows him the products with a cheeky grin. “do you want to keep them? they look so good on you, i think i might just let you have them.”

sunoo stares at the blush and tint before shaking his head with eyes shut—gazing back up at her with a grin on his pretty rosy lips. “nope. we can just share! i’ll just go to you if i want to use them and you can help me put it on.”

“oh! okay~” she sings and gently cups his jaw, igniting fireworks in him that buzzes beneath his skin and he smiles—getting scolded almost instantly because she can’t clean the tint off efficiently.

when she tackles him (y.jw)

“i’m here!!” (y/n) announces as she walks into the boys’ dorm, ready for their schedule. jungwon who’s watching tv in their living room stands instantly from the couch like a curious meerkat and opens his arms wide.

(y/n) sees and copies the wide smile that stretches on his face before just rushing to him like a bullet—crashing into him and tackling him down onto the couch to which he laughs loudly with arms naturally wrapping around her.

“are the others not awake yet orr?” she asks as she sits up with jungwon despite his visceral want for them to stay cuddled up longer. but it’s better this way—especially when his heart is running 10 miles per second. if she knows, she’ll tease the living daylights out of him.

jungwon shakes his head. “they are awake. just getting dressed.”

“oho~ as expected, our leader is so early~” she sings teasingly but with a hint of admiration laced within. he chuckles with another shake of his head.

it doesn’t take long for the rest of the members to finish up and soon, their manager comes to pick them all up to shoot another episode of en-o’clock.

oh, how quickly (y/n) is drowned with dread and despair the moment they realise that it’s a horror special. she dislikes horro—no, she hates horror.

not that she’s a scaredy-cat but she is prone to shock—always easily startled by the most subtle noises and motions especially with heightened senses from the silence. but in most cases, she calms once she knows where it’s from.

still, that doesn’t stop her from jumping out of her skin and clinging onto the closest person like a koala on a branch whenever she’s jolted. and luckily for her, she’s partnered up with jungwon who’s beginning to think that maybe this horror episode won’t be so bad.

“you okay?” won asks, acting like (y/n)’s handsome and gallant knight as she practically attached herself to his side. he looks down at her, grinning at her fearful expression as she bobs her head. “alright, let’s—”

a thrill shriek tears through the deafening silence and pierces their ears like an overheated kettle—reverberating in the school corridor they stand in and the pair jumps.

“ACK—!” jungwon sounds when he stumbles amidst his frantic escape—dragging (y/n) over and under as they roll and topple on one another.

so much for heroism.

low ponytail and a bob (n.rk)

being the only girl in a male dominated setting, (y/n)’s in charge of introducing them to the wondrous world of hairstyles. from using the basic rubber ties and scrunchies, to claw clips and even none at all to tie the hair—able to use the hair itself as a knot.

and because of this, the members come to have their own preferences. for example, nishimura riki has found an undeniable liking to her ‘loose ponytail and bob’ combo. the first time he saw her with short hair that stops below her ears, it’s like the rosy tint on his permanent glasses seem to thicken—adopting a tunnel vision for her and only her.

“you cut your hair?” he asks slowly, contrasting the speed in which he uses to practically teleport to her. the girl furrows with confusion before realisation settles.

“oh! no, i didn’t. this is a low, loose ponytail with the sides pulled to cover my ears. didn’t want my hair to look too flat,” she explains and twists her neck to show the style.

now, it’s riki’s turn to raise his brows at the new finding. just as she said, there’s a low ponytail cascading down her back but her ears are covered by the left and right sections of her hair dragged to the front while the strands are still joined within the tie—not pulled completely to let them escape the bind while the middle section of her hair covers her nape.

“does it look weird?” she asks once she swivels on her heels back towards him.

he shakes his head. “no, it’s…nice. it looks pretty.”

a gulp and shifty eyes expose the bashfulness that blooms in him while the redness of his ears and cheeks discloses the erratic beats of his heart that’s having a full on party of its own—seizing the dance floor in the most frenzied manner and popping confettis that tickle his insides in a way he wants to vomit them out.

to just cover the floors with millions of tiny colourful sheets before burying himself under the pile in hopes it’ll suffocate him enough and thus, preventing him from draping (y/n) over his shoulder like a potato sack and hogging her all to himself. he has to remind himself that that’s basically kidnapping.

“you should do this one more often,” he grumbles out amidst a fake ‘throat-clearing’ and (y/n) beams.

POP! his heart goes overdrive.

DING! DING! DING!

ni-ki: 0 (y/n): 1

“i will!” is all the girl says, oblivious to his internal fluster and she walks away with a cheery, mindless skip in her steps.

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[quixoticornithologist]

i feel productive today. i hate these guys

[mudzdale]

finally, my magnus opus, complete... this was an impulse, do-it-stupid project for me to tackle. i suppose it doesn't count as a ragdoll if it's made out of specifically-purchased new fabric rather than rags, though...

some process photos under the cut

feeling out the design goals + patterning. this initial pass was very inspired by @bittertoxicity 's plush designs of the cast! i wound up moving away from that as i worked, but honestly, his work is so much cuter still, and i really admire it 😄

after 3 or so failed attempts at getting well-proportioned patterning stitched & stuffed, i lopped off one piece's head and then grafted it back on to create a longer neck. unfortunately, this successfully acheived the desired effect. the epitome of my do-it-stupid technique.

the face pieces were stitched on. he is constructed entirely out of no-pill fleece (the closest accessible kind next to the puppet variety), and honesly i don't know how those raw edges are going to hold up over time. if he ever gets a second pass, this would be wiser to just do with felt.

i had wanted to simply embroider his eyebrow, but after multiple failed attempts at getting the shape right, it started to damage the fabric ): i gave up and cut an eyebrow out of fabric, and stitched it on like his other face pieces.

his clothes are removable! i fit and stitched these prior to adding his hair, correctly guessing that the hair would make it very hard to work with his developing outfit. someday, i may be inclined to make different little outfits for him, however...

the hair itself was another huge challenge (the clothes alone took weeks, fwiw). if there are patterns out there for long, non-yarn hair, i sure couldnt find them. i wound up freestyling each piece by draping them over his head like a ridiculous veil, and stitching down my "darts" from there (in quotes bc i didnt even bother to cut them away like real darts should be cut...)

overall, my vision for the hair turned out to be verrrry different than the final product, but it's probably for the best. maybe i'll experiment more if he's ever to be remade

oh, and, he is hatless because, like, i dont like the hat anyways, but in the interest of making his outfits changeable, a hat would be a lot of hassle. that's either something that has to be stitched on and cut off for outfit changes (wtf), velcro'd on (um, no way), or magnetized on (what a pain...). so i guess maybe someday, but definitely not today...

[marzipanandminutiae]

I figure you might know this: is there any connection between historic poisonous makeup / skin cream, and the tendency of modern skin whitening creams to have high heavy metal levels? Like, one paper suggested that the high mercury levels of black US women are explicable by (illegally imported) creams and not e.g. pollution. Does mercury/ lead / arsenic actually improve skin somehow, or is it a contaminant, or what?!

Yikes! I always feel awful for people who are subject to those pressures- for light-skinned women, we're told to set ourselves up for cancer by tanning, and dark-skinned women are pressed to use poisonous bleaching creams. It's not the SAME pressure, since one has the weight of systemic racism behind it, of course. I just find it interesting (in a sad way) that no matter what skin tone you have, someone wants you to harm yourself to change it.

That said, I don't know much about skin-bleaching agents in the past (besides lemon juice for getting rid of freckles, which is a great way to badly sunburn yourself). Venetian ceruse and other white lead "foundations" were basically just a translucent white paint, not a skin product. The lead was only to get the white color. They were also not as commonly used- at least in the 16th century and later -as people often think today. The dangers were pretty well-known, if not fully understood, to the point where the 1760 death of unpopular socialite Maria Gunning was blamed on white lead makeup. A story which is still widely believed, even though I found no solid evidence for it being anything but slander.

The arsenic thing came from an 1851 scientific paper by Johann Jakob von Tschudi, in which he described Alpine peasants slowly acclimating themselves to larger and larger doses of arsenic over years. He speculated that the lovely complexions of women and girls in these villages might be due to arsenic-eating, though by what mechanism is unclear- long-term arsenic exposure actually darkens the skin, something Europeans at the time would not have held in high regard. Still, the beauty industry picked this up and unscrupulous companies began selling arsenic "complexion wafers," which made pretty much every skincare claim under the sun: they were good for acne, freckles, redness, roughness, oily skin, wrinkles...you name it. Of course, the fact that these companies were so unscrupulous probably saved women who believed the claims of "safe dosage" on the packaging- an 1893 study of one popular brand, in the Boston Journal of Health, found that the wafers contained nearly undetectable amounts of arsenic or none at all. That's just one brand, but it's not hard to imagine others doing likewise.

I know less about mercury in skincare/beauty products because you don't hear about it as much, but I did find evidence that it's been used in bleaching creams as far back as the early 20th century (again, targeting mostly women of color). Also that the use of cinnabar in some rouge preparations, in ancient Rome and Iberia, may have caused some mercury poisoning.

So yeah. Less related to the lead and arsenic history, but it seems mercury bleaching creams have at least a 100-year legacy. Horrifying.

[memoriesndew]

tuesday, may 28, 2024 | day 1/100 | ♡.°୭̥ ୨୧

intro:

✿ today, I've decided to take on the 100-day productivity challenge. What I want to achieve from this challenge is to gain habits and learn more about myself.

✿ my main goals are losing weight, growing spiritually, my academics, work, and focusing on my mental health.

✿ I’m going to start/continue with habits like 30 minutes of movement, 10 minutes of journaling, and starting my day with God, and I'll continue from there. These are today's stats.

achievements:

✿ french duolingo

✿ swept like the whole house, but after that, I spent so much time on social media

✿ life revision (reset my notion homepage, organized my travel planner, and revised my finance page and wishlist) - did this yesterday, though

habit tracking:

morning stretch study time daily physical activity -just the walk

self-care task

practice a hobby read bible daily worship drink water 1L/3L 30 mins of movement - 30 min walk

reflection:

✿ I'm getting a little lost with my life currently I can't really tell what I'm working towards I mean I have all these goals but at the end of if all if I achieve them will I be happy or content will I want more, will I just continue searching for something quell the hunger for peace like should I just pause or continue idk which will make me feel better

notes:

✿ day one of cleaning, tomorrow I have to massacre that toilet - in like i'm gonna make it sparking way

✿ a lot of my downtime today was spent watching tiktok and ig Reels, and doing that always makes me feel down - also, I need a good journal

🎧 army dreamers ~ Kate Bush

🎀 en o'clock ep 20 ~ I think it's the ice skating one

photo credits: pinterest