#link is also the taller one in that pic

[serenedash]

my zelda oc's :D top picture is Zelda and Impa, bottom is Link and their best friend Aura

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[fiamat12]

RE: PALM TREE GATE - PART 3

A FAMILY AFFAIR

L's Dad in the beach pic: The identifying watch or bracelet on L's Dad + sunglasses make for good identifying marks since he was in another beach pic. wearing those items. (pic is his FB cover pic, dated 9/1).

Note: The Dad's FB pic is at Caldey Island in the UK, whereas L's IG pic is a private beach in Marbella. It's only to show identifiers are present for the Dad in both pics.

L's sister in the ocean pic: We only have height & hair color/ length to possibly identify L's sister. The man's identity is even uncertain... It could be a random couple! 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♂️

IF the man is L, the woman seems too tall to be A. His sis is closer to his height. The man in the pic is leaning over a bit, but being in front, also makes one appear taller.

Imo, there's a likelihood of L's Dad being in the beach pic - although it's still too blurry to be conclusive. The ocean pic. is even more distant & blurry and could be almost anyone.

Part 1 & 2 linked below:

[brucewaynehater101]

My favorite version of Tim, Jason, and cass are when they relate to this song

Hi 👋 The song linked is "Cryptid (Mothman)" by Ratwyfe.

Hmm... I do particularly like a slightly inhuman/cryptid Tim Drake (particularly in the way he acts, not anything confirmed [though I like those AUs as well])

There is a fic where Kon and Tim are dating and Kon can't get a single Pic of Tim (cause he's a cryptid like that).

I also like a Cass that is kind/sweet to her loved ones, but also creepy and terrifying as fuck.

Actually, I love terror twins Tim and Cass. Both of them showing care by being creepy little shits (random stuff showing up where you need it, them knowing when you need help despite never saying anything, them popping up even when you're in fucking space).

For Jason, I could see him embodying the idea that he's a "monster" or a "villain." I particularly enjoy a characterization where he views his actions as wrong but necessary. He doesn't see himself as a good person. For this song in particularly, I can see him having body image issues due to that, the people around him initially treating him as a vengeful ghost returned, and overall Jason's complicated feelings regarding his body post-revival (he was dead for 6 months, he's waaaay taller, he's got muscles for days, the white streak of hair, etc).

Jason and Cass may also, for very different reasons, rebel against societal standards of how they should act/be.

Anyways, if I didn't hit the reasons why, what parts of the song do you think hit the characters?

[queenofallimagines]

Meguru Bachira with a black s/o

LISTEN!! I picked up the 2 volume of the manga on accident when I went to target and I’m in love w him the man of my dreams!! Not taking blue lock right now bc besides Isagi and kunigami i don’t remember any other characters name or anything about them😅 feel free to talk to me about him tho I have SO many thoughts👀

** can you tell this is just me rambling 💀

Megaru💕:

- this pic gives me butterflies holy shit

- WHEW this man has huge unhinged sunshine energy

- Like giggling and kicking my feet how he’s the happy go lucky character trope (I.e hinata) but they make sure you remember he’s not “soft”

- Like the way y’all be uwuing hinata that is a grown man😐 he was throwing fists the WHOLE SERIES but he don’t know about sex? Bffr

- Anyway he’s definitely a switch but kinda leaning more top? he definitely just wants to fuck he don’t care who’s on top

- He’s so cuddly it’s adorable

- Getting neon yellow nails to match his hair>>>

- Definitely would like to match fits w you when y’all step out

- WOULD GET YOU AN ANKLE BRACELET W HIS INITIALS ON IT SO HE CAN KISS YOUR ANKLE WHEN HE PUTS YOUR LEGS OVER HIS SHOULDERS!!

- Most fashionable couple FR

- Always has to be touching you in some way

- Holding your hand, arm around you, hand in your pockets

- Wants to make sure you’re there and won’t slip away from him

- Imagining him going to meet your family and he’s SWEATING like he knows he’s not everyone’s cup of tea and really doesn’t want to start anything

- “You are good at soccer so you have like + 100 points right now”(watching Latino people watch the football on the Olympics is so scary 😫)

- Imagine your family watching his games😭 embarrassing bc now I’m imagining a room full of dads and uncles glued to the tv and cheering him on like he can hear it💀💀

- “You so skinny you need to eat more!”

- He’s charming your aunties to steal plates from your house

- You get in the car and he has like 3 Tupperwares full of left overs

- Great with kids because they think he’s cool

- he’s breaking they ankles in soccer tho he’s not gunna play nice w kids

- If “play where it’s safe cuz it’s NOT over here” was a person

- Like he can go 0-100 in a millisecond so if someone tries him

- Very “who’s gon beat my ass about it??” Type beat

- People think y’all are so cute bc he’s so smiley and sweet to you

- DEFINITELY says filthy shit in your ear too

- Like he’s cuddly w everyone he likes so you’d be no different but he’s slipping his hands up your shirt

- Number one hype man when you get your hair done

- So extra

- “My baby so cute🥹🥹”

- Box braids are his favorite bc he can put charms and stuff in your hair

- also medium long locs bc imagining him walking up to you and pushing them out your face to see your eyes🥺

- Freak

- Probably sends you links to sex toys and is like

- “👀👀??”

-“I’m a visual learner btw”

- The MOST unserious character in this whole series so far

- His song is rodeo but just the flo Milli verse i WILL NOT ELABORATE!!

- Once he get to doing that thing where he lower his voice just call in sick bc you probably not walking

- Not that he doesn’t care about your pleasure it’s more he’s fucking until HE taps out so your brains can be soup but he’s not done so,,,,hold on?

- If you like me and a few inches shorter than him will be smug about it

- His personality is big enough to count as a size kink but being a little taller makes him get a big head

- Talks you through it the whole time

- Switching back and fourth between degrading and praise so fast it makes your head spin

- “Hm? Don’t tell me my little slut is tapping out? You were begging me so nicely earlier”

- only one who can say babygirl and it not be cringe 🤭

- “be a good boy and spread your legs for me, hm?”

- Really sloppy kisser during sex too

- Will tell you to stick your tongue out for him

- On the rougher side of kinky stuff

- Fucks you like it’s the last time he ever will every time

- Don’t care about getting caught bc either way he’s not stopping

- Probably how you’d end up sleeping w him and Isagi I fear

- Isagi is so sweet and megaru is MEAN

- Isagi trying to go slow and be gentle and Megaru over here pulling your hair calling you a pretty whore

- this man In grey sweatpants would end me

- APART OF THE SHORT KING BIG DICK CREW

- he’s tall by Japanese standards but juuuuust 3cm above average in American height

- he already walks out the shower naked w NO care in the world

- probably walks around the house like that too Ngl

- “I am returning to the natural state of my birth” I will glue your clothes to your body sir :/

- feel like he’s more girth than length like don’t get me wrong he def has a third leg but he’s gunna have to work you open

- “ Oh don’t worry, I’ll make sure it fits”

- Act right dick™️ so don’t push him too far in public

- Definitely a bad influence!! You’re trying to be normal in public and he gives you a look

- Next thing you know he’s on his knees for you in a bathroom or an empty hallway🙄

- In the locker room so many times the rest of his friends already know, and when you two disappear they not stepping foot in there

- Buys you lingerie because he’s your biggest hype man

- When you feel confident you’re the most sexy

- “Mmm you look so good in that cute outfit, you won’t be too mad if I tear it off right?”

- Spreads your legs wide and will make you look in the mirror and watch as he fingers you open

- The type of man who fucks you so good you would get his name tatted on your ass

- Your family actually is probably like “don’t you go corrupting that sweet boy”

- And behind closed doors he’s got his hand holding your hair in a tight fist as he makes himself comfy in your throat

- “Let me hold your hair up for you💕”

- L$D- asap Rocky is also his song

[prettyinpurplelights]

Hi! I'd like to make a request :) could you write something about celebrating New Year or something like that? Thanks :)

MUGLER

Heyyy, thank you for my first ask hehe 🫶🏿hope you like it x (Also I attached a link to the dress in the text, it’s the second pic in the tweet, so so pretty!)

“Babe you’ve been in bathroom for over an hour, are you sewing your dress or something? It’s already past 10!” You hear your boyfriend yell from behind the door, you can practically hear his stomp him foot and his pretty lips turn up in a pout.

“I’m almost done Kyks, I promise.” You’re rummaging around your make up drawer, trying to find your favourite brown lip liner and gloss. One of these days, you’re going to organise this space for real, you probably spent more time trying to find make up than actually putting it on. You quickly do your lip combo, pull two braids out of your pony tail to frame your face and check yourself out once more in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. Grabbing your bag off the bed you shared, you make your way down the steps of the apartment, your boyfriend mumbling to himself and fiddling with his watch as he waits for you.

“Bébe, calme-toi (Baby calm down), I’m here.”

“About ti-“ He stops mid sentence, his eyes growing wide once they land on you.

“Merde,” He whispers, stepping closer to you.

You’re wearing an original from the Thierry Mugler 1999 Spring/Summer collection, a long white piece with big orange, blue and purple flowers adorning the dress. The material is light and airy, it almost feels like you were wearing nothing at all which makes it a bit tricky because you’re barely 5’6 and clearly the model back in 1999 was much taller because the dress is a little longer on you so you’d have to remember to lift it when walking or you’re very likely to end up on your ass. The Rene Caovilla gold butterfly lace up heels on your feet gave you a little bit extra height, so you reckon you should be okay. Your hair is up so all of your face visible, you know your make up looks especially great tonight too.

“You like?” You grin, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he holds onto your waist.

“Mmm.” He barely replies before bringing his lips down to meet yours. The kiss is a lot fiercer than you expect it to be, Kylian’s mouth almost bruising yours. His hand travels to your ass, clutching it through the dress as he breaks the kiss to pepper them across your jaw instead. You moan a little when you feel his teeth nip at the sensitive part on your neck, his tongue reaching out to sooth it afterwards.

“Kylian, what happened to being late?” You say breathlessly as his mouth works wonders on your neck.

“If you can make us late, so can I.” He moves back up to capture your lips again and you lean into him, losing yourself in the kiss as your leg lifts off its own accord to wrap around his leg. But when you feel Kylian’s hand swipe across your ass and onto your thigh, inching upwards, you pull your yourself back from the kiss, before it travels any further. Kylian leans forward for another kiss and you place your hand on chest, to push him away.

“Ky, I didn’t look this good just for you to ruin it before anyone else has seen me?”

“I can’t help myself, you look incredible mon amour.”

He leans towards you again, his lips hovering above your ear.

“I’ll be quick.” He whispers, kissing your earlobe. He knows that’s one of your most sensitive spots that turns you to instant mush.

Sneaky bastard.

“And we’ll be late, cmon, we have two hours left of the year. Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you start of 2023 by taking the dress off me when we get back.” You wink, already by the door. “Keep your hands to yourself at the party, Mbappe.”

“Mbappe? I must be in trouble.” He laughs, shutting the door behind him before you ride the elevator down to your town car.

——

The party is great, the atmosphere is lively and everyone looks gorgeous. Almost all of the PSG team and associates are there, and it’s been a wonderful night. You’d danced with the other WAGs while the men are at the bar, chatting and doing goodness knows what else, but now it is nearing midnight, about 30 minutes to go. Kylian searches for you in the crowd, but you’re no where to be found on the dance floor. He spots Hakimi with his wife and walks over to them, waving to them to get their attention.

“Have you seen Y/N?” He yells over the music.

“I think she went to the bathroom a few minutes ago.” Hiba replies, and he thanks them before heading in your direction. He’s about to climb the steps when he sees you at the top.

“Baby!” You shout, breaking out in a grin, excitedly running down the stairs to meet him, when it happens all too fast. The heel on your left sandal catches onto the back of the too long Mugler dress and trips you, sending you tumbling down. You land awkwardly on your ankle, hitting your head on the corner of one of the steps.

“Y/N!” The scream that leaves Kylian is horrifying as he crouches over you, face in his hands. “Shit, SHIT, Y/N, your head, you’re bleeding.”

You reach up to touch your forehead and surely enough, there’s a little bit of blood on your fingers when you bring them back down, but nothing alarming. Your head throbs a little bit and there’s a shooting pain in your ankle, but other than that, you feel relatively okay. You wince trying to stand back up, and you decide it’s better to just stay seated. Everyone is crowded around you, wondering if you’re okay.

“Ky, I’m okay.”

“Your head Y/N, I need to call an ambulance.”

“Kylian, I do not need an ambulance. Don’t be so dramatic.” But it’s too late, he’s already on the phone requesting one as soon as possible. Someone hands you a hand towel hold it to your forehead to try and stop the bleeding.

“Babe, can you stand? You know what, never mind.” Before you know it, you’re swept off your feet, Kylian lifting you from the floor, carrying you bridal style through the building.

“Oh my god, Kylian put me down! Ky this is so embarrassing I can walk!” Everyone watches on as he pushes his way through the crowd, whispering amongst themselves and gasping as you pass them.

“God, Y/N! Are you okay?? Dude what happened??” Hakimi rushes over to Kylian, worried when he sees you in his arms.

“Hakimi tell your boyfriend to put me down. I tripped and he’s acting like someone pushed me off a cliff, I’m fine!”

“She fell down the stairs, I’m taking her to the emergency room, I’ll see you guys later, happy new year.” Kylian says quickly in one breath, before rushing the both of you out of the main door into the open air.

“Kylian, you’re ridiculous, I’m fine, please put me down.”

“Y/N your head is bleeding, you hit it pretty hard. And not to mention your ankle. No, we’re going to the hospital.”

“You’re so fucking dramatic.” You roll your eyes, but you stop fighting in his arms because you realise it’s pointless, he isn’t going to put you down until the ambulance arrives so you’re finally glad when it does and he sets you down on the stretcher while a paramedic looks at you.

“The cut is pretty deep ma’am, and you may need a cast for that ankle, it’s not an immediate emergency, but we’ll drive you down to the hospital and get you fully checked out to be on the safe side. Don’t want you walking too much on that ankle, could make it worse.”

“Can I ride in with you?” Kylian asks, his hand never leaving yours. “I didn’t bring my car with me tonight.”

“Of course, Mr Mbappe.”

“No, Kylian, you can stay, enjoy the party, I’ll call my sister to pick me up later.” You feel awful for ruining the evening for him. He’d been looking forward to this all week, especially after how hard he’s been working the past month with the team to secure their lead at the top of the league table.

“And leave you alone just before the new year? Absolutely fucking not.” He steps into the back of the ambulance as the paramedic closes the door and starts to drive toward the hospital.

“I’m sorry.” You croak, your voice breaking, tears forming in your eyes, partly because of how guilty you feel and also because the adrenaline has now worn off and the throbbing in your head and shooting pain in your ankle are now in competition to see which can make you cry the most.

“For what mon amour,” His eyes are so tender and worried as they scan your face it makes you cry even more.

“Ruining your night, making you leave the party because I’m stupid and clumsy. This is isn’t how you wanted to enter the new year. In the back of an ambulance away from all the fun and your friends and-“

“With you. Y/N we could’ve ended this night drenched in horse shit in a barn and I still wouldn’t care because I’d be with you.” You hear the radio from the front of the van as the countdown into 2023 begins.

10, 9, 8,

“I don’t deserve you.” You pout, and he leans forward to kiss you lightly.

7, 6, 5,

“I don’t deserve you either. So in that way, we’re perfect for each other. And look, when you change into a hospital gown, I’ll be there to take the dress off. So technically, I still win, and get to start 2023 exactly how I wanted to.” He smiles, and you’re hurting now, but for a completely different reason. Your heart tugs, you were so in love with this man in front of you. There’s absolutely no one else in the world for you but him.

4, 3, 2,

“I love you Ky, so so much.”

1.

The sound of fireworks going off all over the city ring out, the sky lighting up in all sort of shapes and colours as he dips down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

“I love you mon amour, happy new year.”

——-

Hope everyone has a great Christmas xo my present to you, a gif of this stupidly sexy man in a tux 😩

[girlboypersonthingy]

Can I request Matt with a cosplayer s/o? I can totally see them doing cosplay couples such as Link and Zelda, David and Lucy, Zhongli and Tartaglia, Jean and Lisa... And please could It be fluff (and maybe something spicy If you want)? Thank you!! 🩷

PLZ IM SO WEAK FOR THIS REQUEST OML !!! Thank you for this 🙏🏻 also sorrrryyyyy this took me literally forever to get to. ENJOY~

Note: FUCK IT!!!! TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY IDCCCC

Cosplay Couple 🧡

This dweeb would for sure be the one to bring all the ideas to you. I could see him running up to you, practically shaking from excitement as he takes a deep breath then tells you his thoughts.

“Link and Zelda, hm? That sounds fun but Link is canonically shorter than Zelda sooo…”

If you’re shorter than him, he’s immediately like “HELL YEAH!!! ILL BE THE PRINCESS. IM GONNA WEAR A DRESS!”

If you’re taller than him, he immediately gets flirty. “Oooh~ I can’t wait to see you dressed up like a princess. You’re gonna be so freaking adorbs.”

Honestly he gives zero fucks about gender roles and stuff like that. If he wants to dress as a female character, he will. And he won’t do some gender bent version of it, he’s going full out girly girl.

But he likes dressing as male and other gendered characters too. He just likes to cosplay his fav characters and sometimes his favs are girls. 🤷🏻 whatevs

Will absolutely take you to comicon or any other fun convention. He’d be running around like a kid in a candy store with $100.

Might even get too excited. Like running into people, tripping and falling type excited. You may have to hold his hand or put him on one of those money backpack leash things for kids lmao

Will also beg you like a million times to take pics of him with any cosplayers that he thinks are really cool and well done.

Fucking cutie dork is like ✌🏻😃 in every pic

Also asks several different people at different times throughout the day to take pics of you two together and when he looks back at the photos, he smiles all big.

At some point, he’ll drag you off to a private corner or to a single stall bathroom or even back to the car to dishevel your costume a bit with gentle groping and touches as you guys sloppily make out.

Probably messes up your hair, wig, makeup. Maybe all three. You might have to tell him to chill out cuz he’ll totally try to take you back home for some quality time together right now.

If yall are more into the ‘cosplay for a video and post it online but don’t leave the house’ thing, he’s totally fine with that too.

He wouldn’t care if no one even saw your cosplays but each other bc either way, it’s a lot of fun and he loves the quality time spent with you.

Always asks you to help with the makeup part of any cosplay. I couldn’t see him being very good with makeup so he’s gonna rely on you.

Also he sucks bc you’ll take hours to get into your cosplay, trying to perfect your look and Matt will ruin it all with his big, grabby hands and his soft, slobbery lips within minutes.

But god forbid you wreck his cosplay from being all handsy and kissy, he’ll pout about it for the rest of the day.

“Aawwww, (Y/N)!!! No! Why?! I looked so goooddddd, ugh!”

Back to the ‘fuck gender roles’ thing…Matt would find you so fucking hot cute in any cosplay, regardless of your gender or the characters’ gender.

If you are a fem who wants to dress as a masc character, he’s like 😍🥵

If you are a masc who wants to dress as a fem character, he’s like 😳🥰

If you’re anything in between or non binary or whatever, he doesn’t care. He vibes with you soooo heavy so your looks or your sexuality or your gender identity don’t bother him. If anything, your unique sense of yourself makes him adore you even more.

ALSO ALSO same goes with height, weight, skin color. If you wanna cosplay a character that actually looks nothing like you, is way taller than you or way thinner than you, he’s there to help you get it as accurate as you can

Tells you at least 100 times that it’s just dress up and doesn’t have to be perfect

But also tells you you’re always perfect in the same breath

He’ll support you in any way no matter what.

[merv606]

TIG in The Secret of Giving is so handsome and charming and scruffy I literally cannot. We always see him clean shaven and sleek so this is a very nice change. I really like the messy hair too. My mind zoomed into Silverusso overdrive…!! This charming Terry with some sort of spoiled brat Daniel hehe. Or even a skittish little omega!Daniel promised to this hunter!Alpha. Sighhhh. The possibilities!!

Someone had suggested a mountain man au in an ask before based on pics of him from this.

In that one i imagined he was maybe lost in the woods and Terry finds him but I wrote a puritan ABO au for that scenario (link at end of story).

So maybe we’ll go with a promised to the hunter AU 😉

Daniel stands at the altar, waiting for the alpha he was promised to.

He has yet to meet him but less than a fortnight ago had learned that the church did not have the resources for him to stay once he turned of mating age. The benefactor whose generosity he had been living off since he first arrived as an orphaned omega a few years prior had recently passed. Unbeknownst to Daniel until now, the benefactor had been an older alpha, in need of heirs, and the agreement with the church had been that he would stay there, safe and untouched at the church until the alpha was able to come and collect him, at which time he would be ferreted off to the alpha’s compound to provide those heirs.

As such, Daniel is now simply being ferreted off to another alpha instead, one Terry Silver.

Long and NSFW

Even though Terry lived on the outskirts of town, beyond the woods, deep in the trees, he was well known by the locals as a hunter whose skills no one could come close to touching. He kept the more dangerous animals away and helped the villagers when it was required. As such, when he came in for any supplies he was unable to obtain himself, all his needs were provided for, a sort of fee for all he did.

This mutually beneficial situation that had been ongoing for years.

In a case of perfect timing, the hunter had come along, enquiring about obtaining an omega before returning to his house in the woods.

Daniel had been offered up right away, and with no other options, he had agreed without meeting the alpha - not so much as even looking upon him.

The Alpha, to his understanding, was seeking an omega to help with the household chores - someone to do the washing, cooking, mending - and for other duties suited to an omega.

Daniel is glad, at least, that this alpha is not that much older than him - about a decade or so he is told - although no one knows for certain his real age. He would be a good provider, he was told, and that was all that mattered. Daniel knew he had no other options.

He only found all of this out on the morning of turning mating age - now a viable candidate for an alpha’s breeding. At least he is not given much time to fret, being told Terry should be arriving in sort order to collect him.

It is early, the sun just up, as Daniel’s chores start then, and he is told Terry should be arriving within the hour.

So Daniel has a little time to wonder, as he’s packing up his meger possessions in anticipation of the alpha’s arrival, but what shows up is not what Daniel is expecting. The alpha is handsome, very handsome, and also large, very large. The sheer size of him, larger than anyone in the village.

He must stand an entire foot taller than Daniel, and much broader - the width of his shoulders would be at least two of Daniel’s.

“Hello Alpha Sir,” Daniel bows his head, remembering his manners and what he has been taught, but unsure of which honorific the alpha will prefer and require him to use.

The priests go by Father and the nuns by Ma’am. He doesn’t know many alphas - nor has he ever been called on by any suitors.

“Terry is fine little one. What is your name?”

“Daniel,” he hesitates before adding, “Terry,” glancing up at the alpha but quickly looking away.

“Very good, little one,” Terry praises, already pleased at how well the omega listens. The life he is about to be introduced to, the skills Terry will teach him about the forest, he will need to be able to listen and not question the alpha.

He can see the blush this causes on the fine bones of the omega’s delicate cheeks.

“We shall be leaving shortly. We have a few hours to travel before we reach our new home and I wish to be there before night fall.”

Winter is here, although the thick of it won’t be for a few weeks, but the days are short as a result.

There are a few things to finalize between the alpha and the priest who heads this church, so Daniel uses this time to say his goodbyes, after making sure this is amenable with his new alpha.

“He is suitable?” The priest asks.

“More than,” Terry agrees. The omega is a beauty, so much so that Terry had been taken aback - such a precious gem hidden out here all these years. While a bit on the thin side, Terry will see to it that he is fattened up with pup in short order.

A quick ceremony is preformed, Daniel given by the church to the alpha, pronounced his lawful wedded omega under god.

A thick silver band slipped on his finger that is brought to the alpha’s mouth and kissed.

Terry wears the same, although it looks much smaller on his own finger.

He directs Terry to his room, his small swaddle of possessions.

“Is this all?” the alpha asks and Daniel nods.

“I am sorry if I cannot offer you more ….”

“You misunderstand. I simply wish to make sure you have everything that could bring you some comfort as you settle into your new home. This is better for us now. To travel light.” The alpha steps forward and Daniel trembles, the alpha looming over him, but then he drops down to one knee. “It is you I sought out, little one. You I want, and you are more than enough.”

They all go outside with him to see them off, his alpha lifting him up on the horse before mounting it himself, just behind Daniel, a strong arm around him as he whispers, “hold on tight.”

The log house is bigger than Daniel has expected, although it doesn’t take long to be shown everything. He notices that, while there are several rooms, there seems to be only one with a bed. He wonders where he will be sleeping.

“I know this must be hard,” the alpha starts, which is an understatement, but he’s remiss of anything else to say really, as they stand in the kitchen, the last part of the house Terry had to show.

Not even half a day has gone by and a strange alpha had shown up and taken Daniel from the only home he has known these last few years, gained a new one, which is also far away from everything he knows, and on top of that, he’s a wedded omega.

A wedded omega.

Meaning.

He has a mate.

He is someone’s mate now.

And he has no idea what that means.

Daniel has never even been on a date and now he is to have a husband.

Has a husband he says to himself. Is a husband. The dying rays of the day glint off the silver band marking him as owned.

“There shall be a period of adjustment,” Terry continues, scenting the mild distress coming off the omega, the events of the day must be catching up to him now that they have finally stilled and it is quiet. “I shall show you everything you will need to know, do not worry. You will also be well taken care of. In all regards.”

Daniel nods, unsure really of what it all means.

“Well, I shall allow you to freshen up and rest. You must be tired.”

The log cabin has a generator, so the water is thankfully warm when Daniel steps into the bathtub. The shower head hangs from the ceiling, the water spilling down like rain, and Daniel lets it wash his tears away.

He remembers the day he was brought to the church, recently orphaned with nothing left and nothing to look forward too, terrified and sad. As always, he shall adapt to this too.

When he emerges, it’s in a shirt too big for him, an old one belonging to the alpha, and the scent of the older man is heavy on it.

They had picked up some new clothes for him, after leaving the church, before departing the town, but the alpha had laid this out in the hopes it would familiarize Daniel with his scent and that that would help him.

Terry stops when Daniel enters the room, his alpha already able to sense that something is wrong with his mate.

Freshly scrubbed but there is a sadness clinging to him, and his eyes look like he had been crying.

Terry knows the day has been a lot on the omega. So many life altering changes, far away from home with a virtual stranger.

His alpha already knows this little mate is his - not just in the legal sense but that Daniel is his true mate - HIS omega. That what Terry thought was only to be a marriage of convenience - which he still had hoped would be happy and love would come in time - will now be so much more because now he knows that Daniel is his destiny. Terry had long since set aside the fairytales fed to him of true mates but now, looking at the his little one in front of him - he knows without a doubt - everything his Mama told him was true.

The shock of the day is preventing Daniel from sensing their bond and maybe it’s also a lack of experience. He’s had a lot to deal with in such a short time and no knowledge of these matter to draw on.

“Come here.”

In the middle of the table is a cake with a single candle.

“Happy birthday,” Terry says.

He had picked the cake up from the local baker before going to collect his new mate, hoping it would help to make a good impression. An omega Terry may have needed but he wanted this to work before he even met Daniel - wanted his omega to be happy. Terry had been wanting for companionship. The loneliness grating on him with each passing year. He would never give up this life but, a mate and some pups under foot, that is what he wished to fill his life and this house. Will fill his life and this house.

Daniel steps forward, a small smile the alpha’s reward, and the delicious scent of suddenly happy omega as he blows it out. Terry cuts off a slice for them both, although the one he hands to Daniel is much bigger.

When they finish it is Daniel who insists on washing up, and it doesn’t take him long to have everything tidy, Terry showing him where things go.

Despite the ride, and not having really eaten all day except the cake, Daniel finds that he isn’t hungry, even when Terry offers some suggestions for their supper. It may be his nerves that holds his hunger, that and, despite the rest on the couch before his shower he yawns loudly, and Terry decides it is better to retire early.

He’ll see the omega starts his day with a big breakfast.

“Where will I be sleeping?” Daniel asks quietly, remembering only seeing the one bed.

Terry places a hand on the small of Daniel’s back, guiding him to their bedroom, misunderstanding the little omega, thinking he simply cannot remember where their bedroom is.

“Is this not your room?” Daniel asks as the alpha leads him inside, confusion clear in his voice.

“It was, but it is yours now as well.”

If his little omega wishes to pick another room, he is free to do so. Maybe it will be symbolic to him, a fresh start to their new life. Omegas see these differently than alphas. Whatever the reason, if this room does not satisfy him, then Terry has no issues to moving their things to another one. He would build on an entirely new one if the little omega wishes. Already the aloha knows, he would do whatever to satisfy his mate; to keep the delicious scent of happy omega.

“I cannot take your room.”

“We will be sharing it,” Terry answers, a bit confused now himself.

“But there is only one bed.”

“Yes, why wouldn’t we share a bed, little one?”

Big brown eyes, wide with shock turn to him.

“This is what married alphas and omegas do?”

Oh, Terry thinks. He’s been looking at this all wrong. He wants to laugh. His boy has no idea how these things work.

He knew the omega was untouched in these regards and would be naive to certain things. The pious ones usually are - but they have some general idea of what goes on after marriage - what is required of them upon their marital bed. His sweet mate though doesn’t even seem to have that. Terry shouldn’t be surprised, given what he was told about the omega. Daniel had been raised for the last several years in the church, away from the alphas and betas, away from temptation and gaining any sort of experience in these matters. The priest had told Terry the omega was a virgin although Terry had declined the priest’s offer of an exam to verify this claim of purity, saying it was not needed. He knew the omega was in full possession of his virtue but, it seems, he has no idea of what is about to happen. Of what marriage will entail.

“Do you know of what happens between omegas and alphas … of my husbandly rights?” He says it gently - already knowing the answer - he just wants to hear it from his mate’s lips.

Daniel looks away. Before leaving this morning he had been told to do as his alpha said - in ALL regards - to please him and that his marital duties would involve him lying down and receiving his alpha.

He had no idea what that meant.

Just that is was apparently one of the most important duties as an omega for him to fulfill - these relations. Or was stressed that Daniel was to please his husband in this regard especially.

A hand on his chin, gentle but insistent forces him to look up at said husband.

“And what do you know of your marital duties? Anything at all?”

“Just that I am to perform them but I am unsure of how to do that ….” he trails off. “I am sorry,” he apologies, truly meaning it, hoping his ignorance is not a disappointment to his husband.

Will Terry get rid of him? He has nowhere to go.

The alpha however, smiles down at him, taking his hand in his, rubbing a thumb along the soft skin.

Because the alpha is overjoyed. Although not a requirement - Terry had simply been looking for an omega to get with pup - so much has changed now, and knowing that no one but him will every have his true mate in this way, pleases the alpha greatly.

Still, with everything that has happened, how overwhelmed Daniel must be, and the fact his mate is clearly nervous even if he has no idea what is to transpire, no, Terry will not have the omega’s lessons in love start off on such a foot.

“There is no need for apologies.”

Daniel relaxes slightly.

“I shall not, however, take my husbandly rights until you are more settled. Until then,” he bends low, bringing the hand cradled in his the rest of the way up to meet his lips, pressing a kiss to it. “I bid you a good night.”

Terry sleeps on the couch that night. And the night after that, and after that.

A week goes by.

The alpha is so kind and gentle with him. Is so patient as he shows Daniel the skills he will need for their life together. Generous too - providing him this warm shelter and more food than he had at the church. Not that his food portions weren’t over abundant - they were due to his benefactor - but there was so many mouths to fed and he would never let the younger pups go without, so he often gave up his to them.

But, his husband is all those things and sometimes, Daniel can’t breathe when he looks upon him he is so handsome.

He feels something he can’t quite put a finger on - much more than fondness.

Then there is the other issue.

Whenever his husband places a hand on him, he feels things. At night, he remembers the feel of his husband’s mouth upon his hand and it makes him squeeze his legs together tight.

Daniel feels he is getting so much and giving so little in return.

His husband deserves much more.

He starts to worry.

Is he not pleasing to his husband?

What will people think? An omega who does not even sleep in the same bed as their husband. An omega who then clearly does not do their marital duties promised to their alpha under god!!!

Now what this duties are though …. That is still a mystery. He was told it was the alpha’s right and duty to show him those. He was told that the alpha would not be long showing him, but still, the alpha has not rid Daniel of his ignorance on these matters.

That night in the kitchen, as Daniel prepares supper, Terry cleaning up from the hunt earlier, a soft song playing on the radio, he feels a large hand in his waist, and warm breath on his ear as his husband bends down to ask.

“May I have this dance?”

“Of course,” Daniel smiles, turning to face his husband, wiping his hands on his apron, before placing his hand in the larger one, the two of them waltzing around the kitchen, Terry leading the way.

The flushed look on the omega’s face and how happy he is when the sound ends- Terry leans down and places a chaste kiss to his lips.

Daniel blushes, that feeling deep in his stomach rising up.

They dance well into the night, Daniel being carried to bed, he’s so exhausted.

That night, when he’s in between sleep and waking, Daniel feels a sort of heat between his legs, a wetness when he thinks of his husband’s plush mouth upon his; tracing the outline of his lips with the tips of his fingers, remembering the feel of Terry’s lips pressed to him.

He puts hand to the empty side of the bed, wishing his husband were here filling it.

The next night Daniel takes matters into his own hands, surging up on tip toes, pressing their lips together. This time though, the alpha’s hand on the small of his back presses their bodies together. Daniel gasps when he feels something hard against his belly, Terry taking the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

The little moan that follows, and the smell of aroused omega has Terry’s alpha roaring, screaming to take the omega

To have what was made his by divine right.

But the little omega does not know what he’s asking for.

Terry steps away and the scent of sorrow fills the room.

Before he can ask, he hears a quiet, “it is alright. I know you do not want me,” Daniel smiles as if to reassure the alpha all is right?!

“Do not want you?!” He repeats, dumbfounded.

Terry wants nothing more.

“Little one, how could you think ….”

“I do not know much but I know an alpha is to lay with their omega in bed and show them things and you have not ….. I wish nothing but to be a good mate and return your generosity …”

Terry growls, and the omega should fill with fear at the sound but he doesn’t. He does shivers at the sound though, the now damp feeling in his underwear becoming familiar.

“You have no idea how much I want you …. How hard it had been not to go in every night and have you … how I can smell your cunt constantly … how ripe it is for the taking … how much it needs an alpha inside filling it …”

Daniel whimpers. The omega inside him responding to the alpha’s tone even if Daniel doesn’t grasp the meaning of the words.

“Do you even know what that means?! To receive an alpha’s love?!” He growls, advancing on his tasty little morsel.

“Will it mean more kisses? I …. l like those,” he says, watching as the alpha approaches him, every hair on the back of his neck and arms standing up, yet he doesn’t feel in danger.

Terry takes Daniel’s hand, placing it on the bulge in his pants.

“That is what it means to receive your alpha’s love.”

He’s picked up now, wrapping his legs around Terry’s waist, ankles crossed at the back, the alpha’s mouth on him practically devouring him.

The throbbing between his legs in unbearable now and he feels so wet down there. Unable to stop himself, body going on instinct, he starts to rubs himself against the alpha’s hard body.

The alphas lips at his neck now and he cries out, his omega place tingling - that hard bulge against where he is throbbing … his omega pleading for something …. And then Terry is gone.

Daniel opens his eyes to see his husband hastily taking herbs he picks and dries from his garden out of various containers, mixing them into a glass of water before handing it to Daniel.

“Drink this first.”

It will prevent conception. Terry wishes selfishly now to have his omega all to himself for a little bit - before getting him with their first pup. He has many fertile years ahead of him, so there is no rush. There may also be something to help him relax, which will only help Terry give him what he’s asking for, even if he doesn’t realize what that is.

No sooner is it finished then the glass is plucked from him, and he’s back in his husband’s arms, being carried to their room.

His husband is unlike anything he has witnessed in their short time together - like a man possessed as he lays Daniel out on the bed, covering his body with his.

The kissing he loves so much, as his leg is pressed up higher against his husband’s side, a large hand practically wrapped around his thigh holding it up.

Terry sits up, removing his shirt and Daniel marvels at the muscle there, how broad his husband is, how small Daniel feels in comparison.

A hand touching his alpha shyly, a large hand over his encouraging him.

They lock eyes, the little omega wetting his lips, a pink tongue on an equally pink mouth.

Daniel’s pants, held up by drawstring are pulled loose, and pulled off on quick succession.

His husband wrapping his arms around his narrow back, lifting him up off the bed slightly, his face pressed to his tummy as he kisses down. His mouth hovering over the omega’s most special place, still covered by his underwear, before leaning down to lick at the damp spot there.

“Alpha,” he moans, bringing his knees up on either side of Terry’s head, his hands grasping long dark hair. Arms wrap around his thighs to keep him in place as his husband eats him out through his underwear. Terry wants to taste bare skin but is too frantic to think straight. Daniel is no better, a stranger to these sensations his husband is inspiring in him. He arches up and the hold on him tightens, crying out as his husband sucks the hard nib of his rosebud pressing against his wet underwear into his mouth.

Sobbing now, a hand pressing against his husband’s broad shoulder, but the alpha growls, pinning the thin arm above Daniel’s head with a hand that wraps easily around the equally slim wrist.

The sound of his underwear being ripped off him, then large hands on his inner thighs holding him open, a finger tracing his seam before spreading his slick folds.

Terry gathers the slick there, easily coating his finger. There’s so much, his little mate so responsive to the slightest touch.

That thick finger gently presses against his entrance.

Terry leans back over, kissing him, distracting him as the finger slips inside. Daniel’s eyes fly open, blunt nails digging into the alpha’s broad back.

Thin chest heaving, hips circling around the thick digit as his husband licks down his throat.

Daniel takes Terry’s face in his hands, kissing him, if only to stop the sinful noises he’s making.

“That’s it. Relax,” Terry whispers against his lips when the kiss breaks, finally able to move his finger in an out, careful not to let the penetration go too deep, away that his omega is more than likely in possession of his precious maidenhead.

Another moan, more drawn out and then a scream as his husband’s thumb finds his rosebud.

Daniel knows now, why they were told never to touch there themselves.

He claws at the bed sheets, something in him mounting …. Something in him ….

He screams, slick erupting out of his omega place, his husband’s bare chest covered in his juices, more squirting out as his husband keeps rubbing his swollen bud, Daniel trying to close his legs, but his alpha denying him.

Finally Terry stops, removing that wicked finger, and Daniel feels his face heat as he comes back to himself, realizing … has he soiled himself in front of his alpha?!

“What?! What was that?”

“That was an orgasm, my love. One of many.”

Terry brings his finger to his mouth, lapping up the juices from his mate’s release, so much that is drips down his hand and wrist down his arm.

“God I Knew your cunt would taste as good as it smells,” Terry growls, and later he’ll sample from the source, but for now, his own needs have to be attended to, now that he has seen to his little mate’s pleasure.

Everything is inviting, the wet glint of his mouth, to his still twitching cunt, and he’ll have it all - take his omega in all the ways he can - but for now, Terry wishes to consumate the marriage - to satisfy his lust and have his omega like that for their first time.

Kissing up the slender body, he balances on one arm, undoing his own pants, drawing his cock out.

Covering Daniel again, his hard length rubbing between where he’s still tingling.

“Alpha,” Daniel questions, more curious than anything

“An omega was made to fit an alpha.”

A finger back inside to test how relaxed he is after his orgasm. The thick finger inside him so welcome, the thumb rubbing his rosebud again, before Terry leans down, sucking it into his mouth, and it’s too much as he comes again, his toes curling, eyes squeezing shut, cunt convulsing around the finger, prolonging the orgasm, his body having something to squeeze around.

The alpha is over him, covering him entirely, Daniel’s legs on either side of him, his body inviting and open.

Terry positions his cock again his mate’s virgin entrance, as wet and as ready as it will ever be to receive him.

“There shall be some discomfort as you are in possession of your virtue, however I shall endeaver to minimize that.”

Daniel realizes then, what they meant by receive your alpha.

He may not have seen his husband’s manhood but he had felt it.

“Alpha …”

“You were made for this. Just relax,” his husband soothes him.

The blunt head kisses the entrance before Terry presses it inside, the fat head stretching the entrance to the omega’s body so that each inch of the thick shaft can slide in, opening the omega up for the first time.

“That’s it open up for your alpha.” Terry rocks his hips gently, cock moving within him, the lithe body easily accepting and moving with the strong thrusts. “Let me have you.”

Daniel does, receiving the alpha deep inside, and the gift of his seed although, there will be no pup, not yet.

He takes to being loved like this beautifully and Terry knows, when the time comes, he will take to being bred just as well.

The other recent mountain man ask

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YOU GOT: ISSEI MATSUKAWA (time-skip)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ matchup for @slut4msby

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ if you would like a matchup, read this!

'I am a big fan of quality time (like dream activity with a partner is sitting in the same room in silence just scrolling social media) aswell as gift giving (I love remembering small details about people and giving them gifts based on that randomly and going overboard for events)'

𓆩♡𓆪 matsukawa would be so down to do the first one

𓆩♡𓆪 like he's chill and would just thrive getting to spend any sort of time with you

𓆩♡𓆪 and omg he's so chill and a lil lazy to the point where if y'all are together and he is scrolling and finds a video/image/whatever he wants you to see, instead of just leaning over or getting up to show you irl

𓆩♡𓆪 he will just send it to you over the app 😭 despite the fact you are literally in the same room as him

𓆩♡𓆪 and if you point this out like 'issei why did you send this to me?? we're cuddling i'm RIGHT next to you'

𓆩♡𓆪 he'll be like 🤷‍♂️

𓆩♡𓆪 but whenever he shows you something, it's either some SO brainrot and unintelligible that he finds funny

𓆩♡𓆪 or it's like to with one of your interests

𓆩♡𓆪 like you mentioned you like musical theatre so he would defo send you any clips he finds of shows or links to those posts detailing new shows and tickets and stuff

𓆩♡𓆪 or for books, he'd 100% send you those twitter threads of the crazy book reviews

𓆩♡𓆪 oh and he loves hearing you recap books that you read , especially if they are unhinged or if y'all are zooted lol

𓆩♡𓆪and issei is calm but i don't think he's an introvert or shy so he would definitely thrive if you were to go all out for his birthday or vb celebrations (tho he plays for seijoh so theres not much to celebrate smh)

𓆩♡𓆪 but yeah if you were to go big for him he'd SO love that and would not be the slightest bit embarrassed by it

𓆩♡𓆪 oh and even if the event isn't related to him, he still enjoys you going overboard

𓆩♡𓆪 like if you were to dress up all fancy for a date , he'd appreciate it and take SO many pics

𓆩♡𓆪 oh and this is slightly unrelated but his camera roll is 50% choatic screenshots and 50% pictures of you

𓆩♡𓆪 i imagine his main love language is quality time but he's defo not bad at giving gifts

𓆩♡𓆪 maybe not as great as you but you can tell he always puts effort into his gifts

𓆩♡𓆪 and usually with him, he'll get you one silly/joke gift and one sentimental/serious gift

𓆩♡𓆪 like for your birthday you WILL be receiving one of those rubber shrieking chickens bc he said it reminds him of you but you will also get those expensive shoes you mentioned wanting or a designer perfume you got a tester of once while y'all were on a date and you said you liked

𓆩♡𓆪 and for your anniversary you WILL be receiving a personalised card with a picture of you both on the front except your face has been covered by the text so it's just him, but you will also get a massive bouquet of your favourite flowers and one of those framed photos of a graphic of the constellations of the day you both first met

𓆩♡𓆪 he's multi-faceted!!

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'is a taller guy or around the same height (im 5’11) as i can get super insecure about my height :p'

𓆩♡𓆪 the wiki doesn't have a post-timeskip height for him </3

𓆩♡𓆪 BUT pre timeskip , homie is 6'2" so he is at least that tall post-timeskip

𓆩♡𓆪 so yes he will be taller than you and no he will not let you forget it

𓆩♡𓆪 like he will call you shorty and if you try to argue or remind him thta you are objectively tall in comparison to other ppl he'll be like 'and are the "other people" in the room with us right now? 🤨'

𓆩♡𓆪 a bit of a gaslighter but not really bc its in good fun

𓆩♡𓆪 but yeah he milks tf out of those 3" he has on you (or more depending on his time-skip height)

𓆩♡𓆪 always teasing you and asking if you need help reaching things (even if you don't need help at all)

𓆩♡𓆪 on carnival dates you'll tell him a ride you want to go on and he'll be like 'but bae sorry i don't think you're tall enough to go on 😔'

𓆩♡𓆪 sometimes you'll walk in mid-way on a conversation between him and hanamaki and they'll be laughing and you'll go 'what are you guys laughing about? 😊'

𓆩♡𓆪 and issei will be like '😬 sorry babe..... it's a tall ppl thing you wouldn't get it'

𓆩♡𓆪 meanwhile maki is 6'0" so ONE inch taller than you ARGH

𓆩♡𓆪 anyway he would NOT let you be insecure abotu your height bc firstly he thinks you're gorgeous and will make you aware of it and secondly he genuinely doesn't make a big deal out of you being tall, since you are still shorter than him after all

𓆩♡𓆪 if you are feeling extra insecure he'll be quick to remind you that you're model height

𓆩♡𓆪 however for the most part he's doesn't pay much mind to your height

𓆩♡𓆪 like to him you're not his 'tall hot gf' , you're his hot gf who is tall iykwim ??

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'what i look for in a partner is not someone who is not overly clingy and can identify when i need space and wont make a huge deal out of the fact i need space'

𓆩♡𓆪 he is defo not clingy

𓆩♡𓆪 i wouldn't go as far as saying he's distant but he doesn't mind when you need your space

𓆩♡𓆪 but he will still be there for you whenever you need it

𓆩♡𓆪 and he's kinda the same bc i imagine he'd probably also need space and time alone after seijoh's loss

𓆩♡𓆪 so he'd appreciate that you're understanding of that and don't cling to him when he would prefer to be on his own

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'arcade!! I love the idea of an arcade date, it really shows you a lot about a person and whether or not they are a sore winner/loser or not. And at end of the night if the date’s been going well a nice night walk and some desert c:'

𓆩♡𓆪 matsukawa would so enjoy the arcade

𓆩♡𓆪 he's a bit competitive but for the most part he just likes to tease you

𓆩♡𓆪 like if he wins he will say you're going easy on him or maybe he's just that good

𓆩♡𓆪 but if he loses he'll be like 'nahh it's coz i had an eyelash in my eye' or 'that was just a warm-up! let's go again for real.'

𓆩♡𓆪 but you can tell he is doing it in a joking way bc he loves to see you get a little worked up

𓆩♡𓆪 and plus it gives him an excuse to ask for a rematch , therefore more time spent with you = profit!!

𓆩♡𓆪 oh and you both end up playing so many games by the end of the night you have like.. thousands of tickets

𓆩♡𓆪 and have to decide together what to spend it on

𓆩♡𓆪 matsukawa will probably suggest something goofy like a slinky or those stinky , cheap little putties they offer or a rubber bouncy ball

𓆩♡𓆪 but he could be convinced to get something else like a cute keychain or plush

𓆩♡𓆪 he would insist on giving it a name and sharing custody though

𓆩♡𓆪 omg he could also be convinced to go into one of those silly photo booths they have at the arcade and take filtered pics in front of the eiffel tower and niagara falls

𓆩♡𓆪 he'll say the pics look crazy bad bc parts of you both are clipping through the background but he'll still keep the strip in his wallet or in his phonecase

𓆩♡𓆪 he'd so be down for a little sweet treat too

𓆩♡𓆪 and would lk be the type to offer you some of his cake or icecream or whatever then feed it to you 😩😩

𓆩♡𓆪 WAIT ok so if it was like a small cake he'd pick it up and when you take a bite he'd push it into your face a little so you'd get cream on your nose

𓆩♡𓆪 so he can laugh and take a pic but also that would sooo be the moment he falls for you 😵

𓆩♡𓆪 and he'd wipe it off with a napkin like a gentleman!!!

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for @slut4msby: i was thinking kenma but firstly he's not tall and also i think you being an ambivert would suit matsukawa more

[linked-through-the-centuries]

Do you have like, a color sheet for the Link’s outfits, like how you did with their hair, eyes, and skin? I just really want to draw your Minish next to mine because mine is a solid 4 feet at the ripe old age of 19, while your’s is 4’7” at age 15, and I think that hilarious. Your Minish looks like he’s 11~12 years old while mine looks like he’s 6. Also, height comparison below of the difference 7 inches can be

Barely up to his shoulders. And here’s the thing, your Minish can get taller with age. Do you see the comedy I am seeing. I am going to make my Minish cry.

I SEE THE VISION, I LOVE THE VISION.

Minish basically just wears his in game fit but with a couple patches on it, specially on his knees, and he has a rich dark green cloak with a fur lined hood he wears in winter

the cloak would be similar to these i found on pintrest with how it closes. I’ve been spending a lot of time like, figuring out their hyrules and their worlds they all come from and Minish’s is VERY warm, so he gets a bit cold a lot in this era they’ve been thrown into so he wears his cloak a lot. it DOES have a fluffy hood (i dont think the ones in the pic do, but i chose these as references specifically because of the way they close at the neck)

IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE QUESTIONS PLEASE ASK I LOVE TO YAP ABOUT MY BLORBOS THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME

[faghubby]

Country gurl

it sucked living in the middle of nowhere, well not completely. My mom had moved us to a small farm house 35 miles outside of the nearest town after Dad split. I knew it was because it was cheap. But it also left me alone most of the time. Mom working long hours and then commuting. I used this time to dress up in her things. I had gotten pretty good at it over the years. The first time I was 11 and had found old girlie mags in the barn. They where from the 80's and I was fascinated by the sexy lingerie. Mom didn't have alot of sexy things just a few panties really. But that didn't stop me. The idea that it was wrong and naughty drove me. By the time I was 16 I would dress up completely in her clothes after school. I had also found her vibrator and would fuck my ass. All while I watched porn on my phone.

Now 18 graduated high school. I had no idea what to do. I ha no money to buy a car and too far to go to find a job. So I was stuck all day at home. All this extra time did nothing but feed my fetish. I now shaved my body and dressed everyday. I would share pics with men on the internet, one man sent me a bikini in the mail to model for him. I did then thought I should get a tan. The tiny thong bikini barely covered anything. But made me feel so sexy. I was laying out getting a tan one day and fell asleep. I woke suddenly to see a man standing over me.He had a small package

"Sorry I didn't mean to startle you" he said with a big smile. Looking me up and down. I grabbed a towel and tried to cover myself. As i marveled at his big arms covered in tattoos. He looked like he worked out daily. His hair cut short and clean shaven hid his age. But he was definitely old enough to be my father. He tugged on my towel pulling it away.

"No reason to do that" he said. I was beet red embarrassed for getting caught. He dropped the towel on the ground and handed me the package. Then turned and left in his truck. My dick was straining against the tiny swimsuit. But still concealed my 4 inches. I fantasized about him as I played with myself. I came twice that afternoon. It was after 5 when I heard the truck pull in. It was the same driver. I answered the door. Now wearing jeans and a teeshirt. Mom would be home soon.

"I got you something" this man told me. Now both standing on even ground I realized he was also at least a foot taller then me. He handed me a pink box. Then leaned in and kissed my cheek.

"Wear it for me, I be by tomarrow" he said with a big smile. Before he again jumped in his truck to go. I watched as he drove away. This was a real man in real life. I thought. And it scared me. I opened the box and inside was a simple flower print sun dress. I wondered if I had time to try it on before mom came home. But decided to wait. Instead I made dinner so mom could relax. The next morning I got up and put on the sundress. I waited for my mysterious man to return. It was after 2pm when he pulled in the long driveway. I met him as he got out of the truck. I did a little spin to show him the dress.

"My name is Carl," he told me. "I would love to take you dancing"

"I don't know, I have never been out" I couldn't even look at him instead staring at my feet.

"What is your name sweety?" He asked in a smooth sexy voice

"Paul" I said. He made a sigh. I looked up.

"Pauline" I corrected. I watched as his eyes lit up. He stepped close his hand slid under the dress. Right in the dirt driveway. I looked around knowing no one was around but still scared someone would see. His fingers rubbed against my panties. He then spun me around and lifted the dress to check out my ass. Then smacked it with his big hand.

he then took my phone from my hand and added his number. Along with some other links.

"Pauline, I plan on taking you dancing he told me. He handed me another package. Pulled me into his arms and kissed me deep. His tounfe probed my mouth as he did. I melted in his arms. Then again he left me standing in the dirt as he drove away.

It was two days later when I got a package thru the regular mail. I opened it to find pink cowgirl boots. Carl called me that night. He started to call, text, message. Everyday. He called me his girl. He had me send him pics of me dressed in various outfits. Very few days another package. Lingerie, perfume, even a big dildo. He video called me to watch me fuck myself with the toy. Everyday he asked me to go dancing, I always said no. Then one day he sent me silicone enhancers to put in a bra so It looked like I had breast. I loved them and would wear them everyday. I finally agreed to go dancing with him. I picked a night mom had to work. I got dressed in my sundress and boots. Styled my long blonde hair. And he picked me up in his pick up truck. He drive me to a honky tonk. At first I was nervous but after he got me served and I had a drink or two in me I relaxed. First a line dance easy enough. But then he pulled me close and we slow danced. No one looked at me different. When Carl got tired he sat. And several other men asked for a dance. I watched Carl as he watched me dance with these other guys. He then told me it was time to go. In the truck he looked over at me

"Naughty little girl you are" he teased. "Dancing with all those other guys" he continued. I reached over to him.

"I am sorry I didn't mean" I was saying as he placed my hand on his growing crotch. He knew I had never. But I didn't say a word instead I unzipped his jeans and fished out his growing cock. It was bigger then I had imagined. Probably 8 inches long and my hand just closed around it. I leaned over and kissed the head as I started to stroke him. Carl found a remote dirt road and pulled down it stopping and having me get out. He took off my dress. I stood in a matching pink thong and bra he had bought me and the pink cowgirl boots. He had me get on my knees in front of the truck. The lights still on as I started to suck his cock. After a minute he pulled my hair and started to shove his cock down my throat. I couldn't breath. As he face fucked me. He called me dirty whore, faggot and sissy bitch. As he did. Just as I thought I would pass out he pulled back and shot his load all over my face. I laid in the dirt trying to catch my breath. He went to take a piss. As he walked back.

"Don't get up you can suck me hard again" he told me. He walked over to me I got back on my knees. And took him in my mouth again. He got hard quickly. And pulled me to my feet. He bent me over the hood of his truck. He squeezed lube in my ass. Then shoved his cock in. He didn't wait or go slow he drove his cock balls deep. I screamed and cried as he fucked me with long hard strokes.

"Such a tight bitch" he told me his large hands pulling my hips to him.

"I am going to use your ass everyday" he moaned. I saw lights go by on the road. No where people coming? Carl didn't even slow as he pumped his seed into my ass. As he pulled out I felt empty as his cum ran out my now stretched ass. He helped me back into his truck. And drove me home. I was a mess. As he pulled in the driveway I noticed my mother's car. Shit how would I explain how I was dressed. Carl parked and got out of the car. He opened the door for me and pulled me into his arms kissing me. The porch lights came on. I saw my mother step out on the porch. Carl let me go. I dropped my head and walked past my mother on the way into the house. She followed me inside.

"We can talk later " she said seeing my state in the light of the room. I went upstairs and showered. As I got in the shower I was rock hard. After all that I had not cum. I jerked off thinking about Carl. Had I enjoyed that? I thought. Knowing I needed him to use me again. I came almost immediately. I got out of the shower. I slipped on a fresh pair of panties and went to bed. My mom had left for work by the time I got up. Carl texted me a dick pic.

Want this again don't you it said. I did but didn't answer him. My mom and I never teally had that talk. She just excepted it and we didn't talk about it. Carl returned three days later. He liked to take me out in public. And use me for his pleasure after. He continued to buy me clothes and jewelry wanting me dressed pretty for him. Only to stain it or tear it off me before the end of the night. Within a month I hardly ever wore my boy clothes. Even my mother called startedcalling me Pauline. Carl had me move in with him 6 months later. Mom worried about the age difference. But wished me all the best.

[hlidskjalfe]

engage character height chart

i thought it'd be interesting to see how everyones character model lines up with their height listed in the notebook, since it's easy to compare with photo mode

also the yunaka chloé height difference (despite being listed as same height) made me curious about everyone else

i've put the height they're supposed to be on the chart as well. it turns out that in all non-english versions of the game, everyones height is listed in centimetres rather than feet and inches, so both are on there

the heights are just whats in-game, not necessarily being a correct conversion between the two measurements (for example, jade being 170cm and 5'5" while rosado is 169cm and 5'7")

contains spoilers for all recruitable characters!

links to pics in full res: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

i would recommend to look them in full res to see more clearly (especially the first one)

louis may be taller or shorter than where i've placed him, i found it hard to gauge where the top of his head is because of his hair lol

and a list of everybodys height from the notebook, sorted by centimetres:

Sommie 🍞 Bread Loaf Jean 140cm / 4'7" Anna 142cm / 4'8" Hortensia 149cm / 4'11" Etie 154cm / 5'0" Céline 155cm / 5'1" Veyle 158cm / 5'2" Timerra 159cm / 5'3" Clanne 160cm / 5'3" Framme 160cm / 5'3" Lapis 160cm / 5'3" Citrinne 163cm / 5'4" Yunaka 164cm / 5'5" Panette 164cm / 5'5" Chloé 167cm / 5'5" Rosado 169cm / 5'7" Jade 170cm / 5'5" Alcryst 172cm / 5'7" Ivy 172cm / 5'8" Merrin 173cm / 5'8" Goldmary 173cm / 5'8" Pandreo 175cm / 5'9" Lindon 175cm / 5'9" Alfred 177cm / 5'9" Seadall 177cm / 5'10" Saphir 177cm / 5'10" Louis 178cm / 5'10" Kagetsu 178cm / 5'10" Fogado 178cm / 5'10" Bunet 184cm / 6'0" Amber 185cm / 6'0" Zelkov 185cm / 6'1" Diamant 188cm / 6'2" Vander 190cm / 6'3" Boucheron 190cm / 6'3" Mauvier 195cm / 6'5"

[an1m310v3r11]

Emerald Eyes (Mad Hatter X Music Meister)

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Okay, calm yourself, Jervis. The smaller man reassured himself as he fumbled with his tie. He, for once, had a date—a rare sight, yes, but even rarer that the person wasn't under hypnosis. He swallows hard as he studies himself in his full-body mirror. He instantly picked out his flaws. Short, large nose, messy blonde hair, and large teeth with an overbite. Granted, the overbite wasn't his fault. His mother refused to even take him to the doctor when he was little, so a dentist was out of the question. He shakes his head and dusts his suit off. It was a dark emerald green with a navy blue tie suit custom made by himself. It still gave him the Mad Hatter colors, but without all the extra pieces. He felt comfortable as the Mad Hatter, safe, if you will. The persona gave him confidence, something Jervis Tetch didn't have much of.

The poor man nearly jumps out of his skin when his doorbell rings. He looked at his nightstand and saw that Darius was there on time. Not a minute early, not a minute late. Oh yeah, Jervis Tetch, also known as the Mad Hatter, was going on a date with Darius Chaple, better known as the Music Meister. "O-one moment!" he called as he grabbed a gold pocket watch and linked it through some of his belt loops before placing it in his pocket and letting the access chain hang down. He then rushed out of his room and into the living room, opening the door. He looked up at the taller, red-haired man and blushed madly. The tips of his ears went red. Darius wore a dark purple suit accented with music notes on the jacket. His hair was styled neatly, and he too had a faint blush on his cheek, but he grinned down at Jervis, his tooth gap showing proudly. However, there was something different about today's outfit: his eyes weren't covered by his normal sunglasses. Darius had bright green eyes; they were like emeralds shining in the light above, and his long eyelashes only complimented them! Oh, how Jervis loves him.

Jervis stared at Darius for a moment more before Darius chuckled. "You're staring handsome; surely I don't look that bad?" He asked, teasing Jervis, but Darius felt a little bit of fear bubbling up inside his stomach. What if he did look bad? Would Jervis even go on the date? Jervis quickly shakes his head. "No, no, why you look magnificent!  Breathtaking even!" He exclaimed, looking up at the taller man. He nervously fiddled with his fingers. "You look perfect, Darius. Why, when I look into your eyes, I can see wonderland.... My wonderland," he said softly, his eyes filled with nothing but love, causing Darius's cheeks to fluster even more.

Jervis then snapped out of his thoughts. "Oh, we must go! We shouldn't be late for our date!" Jervis said as he rocked back and forth on his heels, worried that Darius might get upset if they were late. Jervis looked away. Until Darius reached out and took his hand, softly kissing the top of it. "Ready?" Darius asked softly, his green eyes meeting Jervis's blue ones. Jervis stared back into the taller man's eyes for a moment. "Ready!" he smiled brightly. Oh, what a rabbit hole Jervis had fallen into, but he didn't mind one bit.

[madaminamorganheadsforthearctic]

Geiranger to Trondheim via the Atlantic road and Kristiansund

It is still raining when I set off from Geiranger. I am taking this route to Tronheim because I want to drive what is aid to be one of the most beautiful roads in the world. Hyperbole no doubt but worth a look. It is a mix of bridges and a couple of tunnels that connect a series of outer islands together and to the mainland. To get there is rather interesting as I am on the main road and an integral part is using ferries.

I drive down the incline on the main road, my app says take the ferry and I drive on to the quay and join a line. No pre booking required. In a few minutes in comes the ferry; we all drive on which takes about 5 mins and no messing about; you stay in the vehicle, off goes the ferry and about 10 mins later we drive off on the other side. It’s all rather jolly. Those directing the vehicles are university students doing their holiday jobs and they have the priorities right. Cars off first, then camper vans and then lorries!

The ferries are noiseless and electric, with the old diesel engine stacks still present.

The weather has got a bit clearer when I get to the start of Atlantic Road, but the storm is gathering again and so rather than linger I take some pics from my car and head for Kristiansund. I don’t quite get to the hotel in time and which is on the port and when I arrive the rain is torrential and the wind is now a strong gale. The more exposed part of the hotel has been closed as a result. Time to hole up for a bit.

The following morning the wind is not so strong but it is still raining and my weather app says it is not going to clear. I go for a coffee and decide this is the time to head inland and sort a route that avoids high bridges and most of the ferries.

To help get her to dry out, I have the vents open to the engine to get warm air in and I know this will improve over time. The driver door is leaking round the seal so as fast as my left leg drys out, my right leg wets up. The big problem though is the road. Either by design or by use, once off the main highways the roads are not flat but have an element of camber to them. In this rain it means that the right hand wheels of the Morgan are in a shallow channel where water is funnelling down to an extent that is spraying a constant fountain over the windscreen. Would be ok in a taller car but I am too low. I move out towards the centre of the road to get out of this channel, but then the aggressive criss/cross in the central white line area, captures the Morgan wheels and badly affects the steering. No solution; it is just going to be a slow and tricky drive.

140 miles and 4 hours later, I arrive at Trondheim and am glad to have got there. My electrics are all working ok enough as they dried out, but I want undercover parking and find it is all full. I booked the Radisson to get this and to be looked after. But they apologise saying that the weather has caused the problem and so there is no undercover parking and also that they have no food or drink until Tuesday. This is Sunday. Time for trash on the telly followed by comfort food and bed. I downloaded series 3 of Bridgeton before I left the UK; over the bridge by the hotel is an Italian; and I am tired after that difficult journey. Tomorrow I want to get out of this storm for good and am turning north for a 6 hour drive.

And to the question of the Atlantic Road, it’s ok but easily beaten by the bridges that link the Jutland peninsula with Copenhagen and the outer sea wall of the Ijslemeer in the Netherlands. I have driven them both

[fourseasonsfigs]

Your Name - 7/18 Bench

Since I posted a fig set yesterday in honor of the 4th anniversary of the Hengdian Fanmeet, I'll keep the celebration going with yet another fig set!

I posted about the first fig set titled Your Name way back in September of 2022. That set celebrated this wonderful picture:

This picture is so beloved by the fandom that a different fig maker decided to render it again. This time, the 7/18 Bench has been crafted in the very popular style known as 胖胖, pàngpàng.

This is the newer fig style that has been all the rage - we've been lucky to have a lot of classic Junzhe and Wenzhou sets re-imagined in this style.

These two came with their signs pre-installed on their hands, thank goodness. The less to fiddle with, the better!

They were not, of course, pre-installed on their bench, just like the other set. And just like the other set, they balance pretty well by themselves on the grooves that had been carved out for them on the bench. However, I've learned a lot since September of 2022, and I have learned that I can't trust anything but professional grade cyanoacrylate glue to keep my figs in place.

Since I started gluing figs in place, I haven't had anymore incidents where I walk into my room and see a fig avalanche fallen down my display shelves, thank goodness. My heart can't stand the strain!

They are quite firmly fastened down, believe you me. The figs have proved pretty resilient, but my nerves are less so.

You can see here that Junjun's hair is a bit darker than Zhehan's, which is quite accurate to the time and the picture.

Junjun is also a little bit taller here, which is also quite accurate.

Their hairstyles are fairly similar, but Zhehan's bottom fringe is just a bit longer than Junjun's, which reflects his shaggy-haired style. Like yesterday's figs, the fig maker unfortunately opted to leave out his little ponytail, which continues to be a bummer. His long hair with the ponytail is my favorite look on him!

I like that they were wearing black and white for this shoot - the different but complementary colors look great.

I really love the original picture that this fig set is based off of, so I'm very happy to have another fig rendition of it. Them holding each other's name sign is extremely unusual for C-entertainment, which is usually characterized by intense competition. Yet another reason why I love these two so much.

Of course, as I mentioned yesterday, them holding each other's name and Zhehan posting pics with Junjun was so out of the ordinary it was a step too far for many of Zhehan's fans, who hammered his Weibo post with objections. This resulted in him deleting his original post:

...and re-posting another without the pictures with Gong Jun to make his fans happy:

But, the pictures live on. I think it says a lot about the beauty of Zhang Zhehan's character that he posted them to begin with, and it also says quite a bit about the state of C-ent.

Their little smiles are quite captivating - Junjun's is very sweet, and of course you know the wiggly little mouth that Zhehan has is one of my fig favorites!

These glued down pretty easily - some of them don't, but these ended up pretty solid.

I wanted to push them a little closer together on the bench so they looked a little more like the original pic, but their heads are so large that it's not really feasible. That's alright, they're still super sweet.

We haven't seen a big maker emphasize Zhehan's silhouette in a while, but here you can see a little more care given to his little fig tush. The man worked very hard for that figure, the fig makers are gonna show it off!

No box cards for this set, unfortunately. Not uncommon but it is super nice when I get them.

Material: Resin

Fig Count: (+2) 529

Scene Count: 38

Rating: Your name is as beautiful as a rose

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[twilightangel83]

Finally getting around to posting my linked universe gift exchange fits here. For @wispywinds

There’s also related art below the cut. (I made an edit to the pic with the clothes, Windy. Cause I’d forgotten to add her paldrons.

The sound of swords clashing together usually wasn’t a good thing. In fact it would usually have Twilight on his feet and rushing to get involved, but that wasn’t the case at the moment. Twilight allowed himself to relax back against the fallen tree behind him, eyes following the two moving blades as they flashed through the air in a way that was somehow both chaos and poetry in one. The people wielding the swords had been going at it for a couple of minutes now, but Twilight was pretty sure that the match was coming to an end. Especially since the taller of the two was getting visibly frustrated.

Another clang, followed by a thud signaled the end of the fight as one sword was knocked flying from its wielder's grip to land on the nearby ground.

“How do you do that?!” the disarmed man groaned, glaring down at the blade that was pointed just above the bright blue cloth of his scarf. “Your form is a mess and your footwork is sloppy, yet you always seem to get the upper hand over me!”

His opponent huffed a laugh at his expense and stepped back, sheathing his borrowed sword (the golden blade he usually wielded rested in its own sheath, propped up against the fallen tree off to Twilight’s right. Tucked away from even friendly bouts against the other heroes, much like Sky did with the Master Sword).

“You’re a knight, Captain .” He said it like that explained things, but the look he got in return clearly indicated that it did not, so the victorious hero sighed and continued. “Look. All you soldiers fight the same. Soldiers. Knights. Guards. You’re all trained to fight in the same way. So once I figured out how to beat one of you it was pretty easy to use that against the rest of you. I had to adjust it slightly for you, since it looked like your training differs slightly from my time, but it’s not different enough for it to be much of a change to how I fight you.”

“You expect me to believe that you trained specifically to fight soldiers?” Wars gave the other boy a disbelieving look, but his opponent didn’t bother to respond beyond a deadpan look and a raised eyebrow. The disbelief quickly faded to “What the heck, Vet! Why?!”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Legend mocked, rolling his eyes. Off to the side, Twilight couldn’t help but frown. It wasn’t much, but Legend had tensed ever so slightly at that question. It had made him uncomfortable, but he was trying to hide it. And it didn’t look like the captain had noticed. Twilight shoved himself to his feet, cutting off anything Warriors might have been planning to say.

“Mind if I borrow a spear, Cub?” he asked, looking over at the champion who had been sitting next to him. Wild paused and looked up from examining the Shadow Crystal that Twilight had finally given in and allowed them to pass around (under strict instructions not to grab the pendant itself).

“A spear?” Wild repeated in confusion.

“Yeah,” Twilight agreed, quicking a smile at the younger hero. “I think our veteran needs some variety in his opponents. He’s getting cocky.”

“I know how to fight against spears!”

“You know how to use a spear?”

Legend and Warrior’s voices overlapped, and Twilight allowed his smile to twitch a bit larger as he raised an eyebrow at his cub.

“Alright then.” Curiosity was burning bright in the champion’s gaze, but he visibly bit back his questions before passing the Shadow Crystal over to the next person in the circle, Sky. Hands now free, he proceeded to pick up his slate to pull out what Twilight had requested. It didn’t take long.

“Thanks Cub,” Twilight grinned as he took the offered spear. He had to bite back a laugh at the obvious Gerudo design to the spear. It was perfect.

Turning back towards the center of the clearing revealed that Wars had moved off to the side, leaving Legend standing alone in the empty space, watching him with undisguised interest.

“I didn’t know you knew how to use a spear, Pup,” Time’s voice rolled easily across the clearing as Twilight stepped into the sparring area. There was a question in those words.

“The spear is actually the first weapon I learned to fight with,” Twilight informed them. Dismissive. Like it didn’t matter. Like that wasn’t a confession in and of itself. “I haven’t had an instructor for it in years, but I made sure to work at it so I wouldn’t lose the skill.” Hours of work every week, hidden deep in the forest, far from prying eyes. Far from any questions he didn’t want to have to answer. Questions people not from his era would never think to ask.

“Ready to get your pride handed to you?” Legend asked him, redrawing the sword and falling back into the stance he always used.

“Only if you are,” Twilight agreed, baring his teeth ever so slightly in playful challenge as he slowly sank into his own stance.

“If you think I’m not experienced fighting against spear users then you’re going to be sorely disappointed,” Legend warned him, but the confidence from earlier was fading as he took in Twilight’s stance. If Twilight understood what he’d learned about the other hero’s adventures, it probably wasn’t a stance he’d ever gotten the chance to see before. Not with how things were in his era. Behind him, Twilight caught the sound of Time’s soft gasp, but he put it out of his mind for the time being.

“Are you both ready?” Wars prompted them, having taken the position of referee. Twilight nodded, watching as Legend did the same across the way.

“Then begin!” Wars stepped back further as the match began.

Legend started to circle, clearly deciding to start off with a watch and see sort of method, leaving Twilight to make the first move. He was fine with that. Twilight darted in, flashing another show of teeth play-challenge-play and they were off!

The match went about as Twilight had expected. Legend was good, with more real-world experience than any of them, but he was unfamiliar with the style Twilight was using. Twilight used that, along with his superior reach and more aggressive fighting-style, to keep the more experienced hero on the back-foot for the majority of the spar. This led to him eventually managing to sweep Legend’s feet out from underneath him entirely before lunging forward to step on the other boy’s blade, pinning it to the ground before he could bring it up to defend himself. Then, while Legend was still processing the fact he couldn’t free his sword, Twilight brought the tip of his spear to the dip of the other boy’s collarbone. Legend froze then, tense, not yet willing to concede.

One beat passed.

Two.

“Fuck.” The veteran relaxed, falling back more fully onto the ground beneath him, releasing his grip on the sword he’d been using.

“You good?” Twilight shifted back, stepping off of the blade and removing his spear from where it had been resting.

“What the fuck, Twilight?” Legend in lieu of answer, glaring up at him. “What is up with your fighting style?”

“What do you mean?” Twilight asked, offering the other boy his hand. Dismissive. Cool. There was nothing dangerous in that question. It was fine.

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[20dollarlolita]

hi, so idk if this is the right place, but I like your blog & you seem friendly, so: is it really that bad if I wear a JSK that’s above my knees (and by that I mean by like, 10 cm)? Most of the time I only see pictures of dresses, skirts etc that are longer but I’m quite tall and sometimes already have trouble finding clothes that fit properly here in western clothing shops :/. which makes me quite self conscious, and I can never wear shoes like anything with platforms or heels, bc I’ve heard multiple times (especially in school) how weird it is for a woman to be my height. Ok but this isn’t a place for “trauma dumping”… but just thought I’d let you know my thought process and why it isn’t as easy as just saying fuck them haters, lol. There’s a dress I really want to get but I’m worried I’ll look inappropriate or ‘ita’ or something

I had a very long post about short skirts in lolita before realizing that that's not the right answer here.

First of all, you can find examples of above-knee skirts in every lolita substyle. I'll have proof pics when I make the long post about that. 10cm/4" above the knee isn't really unheard of.

diagonal stripe JSK: models A&B (shortest, red dress) - size XS, 85cm. models C&D (tallest, mint dress) - size S, 87cm.

Here's Summer Fairy showing their same dress on five models of different heights. The model on the right is 174cm tall (5'8").

And here's a similar one from Haenuli, showing the same dress on different models.

Not all major lolita brands are going to offer a dress in different sizes. Some JSKs have adjustable straps, or are easy to add adjustable straps onto.

I know that these models aren't actually all that tall by a lot of Western standards, and it's hard to find examples of Japanese or Chinese brands that have taller models. However, that doesn't at all mean that tall lolitas (Tallitas) don't exist or aren't welcome in the fashion.

Anyway, here's like 30 something pictures from Gothic & Lolita Bible, spanning from 2002 to 2014, showing skirts that appear to be roughly 4" above the knee:

In this board are examples of sweet, classic, gothic, punk, and old school lolita fashion. You can wear skirts above your knees! You can wear them in any substyle.

The one thing to note is that not every substyle is as open to bare knees. You can wear tights with an above-knee skirt in pretty much any substyle, without much of a question. It's actually a great chance to show off printed or patterned tights, because you can see more of the design.

If you want to wear socks, it's generally helpful to wear lace-trimmed bloomers that peek out of the skirt, and under-knee socks with trim on the top. This look makes the coordinate look more like you built it with modesty in mind (a key element of lolita style). It allows you to add detail into the look and tie everything together.

Generally, I advise people to stay away from over-knee socks if they're concerned that their skirt will be too short. This is because of the sock gap (SFW link) concept in a lot of non-lolita fashion. It's possible to pull it off, but it's not something you should attempt until you're confident and won't care if someone tells you that it's wrong.

Another thing that's really common is an underskirt that either has a decorative lace or a ruffle on the bottom. These are meant to be worn under an existing dress, often to give it some additional length. The nice thing about these is that you can buy a couple of them and then wear them with everything. They're also pretty easy to make, and since the waistband isn't seen, they make a good first project to sew yourself.

If you're tall and also have a long torso, you can look to see if your dress you're looking into buying has straps that button in the back (if it's a JSK). Even if it's not adjustable, if it has that button in the back, you can pretty easily extend the straps to make the whole JSK a little bit longer. You can do this on a JSK without button straps, too, but it's a bit more involved.

On the subject of ita, a lot of things can go into something being considered ita. Generally, ita is actually a manifestation of behavior, not actually about a single garment of clothing. Buying a really garbage replica isn't inherently ita, but insisting on wearing it to an event, and then calling everyone a meanie and a gatekeeper when it's not accepted well is a behavior that you can choose not to have. The opposite of ita is humility.

If you bought a decent-quality garment, and someone talks about your outfit negatively, it natural that it hurts, so give yourself some space. But, when you're ready, go back to that conversation and ask yourself a question: was there anything constructive in that critique? If you asked someone what they thought about your outift, and they couldn't find a single nice thing to say, and they decided to just give you a solid Reasons You Suck speech, you're not the ita one. We as a community call concrit "concrit" for a reason, and that reason is that we generally aren't afraid to politely discuss with someone the cons and the pros of our outfits. If there's no con in that crit, they're just being a dick. You know how I said ita is behavior, and not fashion? The person doing the con-less crit is the one behaving painfully. You're not the ita there.

So go buy that dress!

Lolita-Tips has a whole tag about body shape, which can be good to look up.

I made a whole post about how to coord a short skirt, before realizing that wasn't the question, so expect that in a few days.