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[catforsley]

Herbivore Botanicals - Getting You skin ready for Autumn

Hi Guys . Long time and I Hope you’ve had a great Summer! I have not blogged for a long time. I have been working on my audio meditations – I am a teacher on insight timer and on Instagram and that’s pretty much it – on the internet. Time to reboot MyLipAddiction.com with some good skincare/ Beauty content! You guys Know how much I love Herbivore Botanicals. You can read about them Here, here and…

[loversmantra]

LOCK YOUR PHONE!

synopsis. a secret relationship. a fantasy.

content. itoshi sae x cisfem!reader. aged up characters (+20). fluffy but suggestive. implied sexy times. profanity. secret relationship. sending and receiving nudes. sae's kinda possessive in this but there's nothing crazy. lowercase intended.

wc. 1.3k

message from noe. i adore him i fear... listen to billie nossa nova by billie eilish for a better experience. been wanting to write something based on this song for a while and i thought sae fit perfectly! enjoy.

there’s a warm body in sae’s bed.

his still asleep brain takes a second to make the connection; the softness of you under him is no longer a feeling he’s used to. he puts two and two together, eventually, and wraps his arms tighter around you. awake, but unwilling to let the moment end, he buries his face into your neck.

too late. you stir, push yourself away from him. he can’t bring himself to blame you: it’s hot in the room, hot under the sheets.

there will be no more sleeping for him, but it isn’t too late for you — with that thought in mind he too rolls away, blinking once, twice, context coming back to him as his surroundings do.

the bed is neither his nor yours, though he could have put that together himself — the satin sheets gliding on his skin in such an alien way.

creams and soft pinks blur before his eyes, pale under the early morning’s light. paris. the hotel room he booked for you in a haze, almost feverish in his longing for you.

the downside of keeping a relationship under wraps, he supposes: his noose-tight schedule and the hawk eye of the public force meetings to be few and far in-between, the secret protected like crown jewels. he knows you’re tired of it; he knows because he is, too. it’s exhausting, constantly looking over his shoulder when taking you to his place, or on his way to yours. it’s exhausting, always having to find a different hang out spot, for fear of the media figuring him out. it’s exhausting, waking up and wondering: is today the day the world sinks its teeth into you?

sae’s never cared to keep secrets, at least never willingly — he says things as they are, does things as they need doing, full transparency, if it’s up to him.

it’s exhausting, it is. but that’s just one more thing on the list — and it’s so. damn. worth it. every downside comes with an upside, or else itoshi sae wouldn’t ever bother.

these hidden moments sae shares with you, no one else is privy to them. only he gets to know you like this, love you like this, warm and soft underneath him. no one knows because no one needs to know. just you and him.

no one gets to see you in your entirety: the shine of your eyes when they land on him; the loving curve of your mouth as you smile at him.

everything that belongs to you. for him only.

the face you made when you first entered today’s suite will stick with him for a while, he thinks. the pure delight and adoration shining in your eyes. your lips parting in wonder. all for him. all because of him. your princess room, that’s what you’d called it. a child’s dream, delicate in its simplicity, crushed and torn apart by the cruel world’s sharp, sharp teeth. stitched back together by him.

he knows how it feels, to be ripped to shreds. he’s glad he can do this for you, at the very least.

the world awakens and so does he; slumber slipping through his fingers as he rubs it away from his eyes, tiny sand grains leaving a small sting behind. he slept well. better than usual.

his phone is still on do not disturb. he doesn’t bother checking the time.

sae sits up, covers dropping to his thighs. beside him, you stir again, whine a little. maybe you can feel him leaving, even now in your sleep, feel the shadow of his absence. maybe you’re just bothered by his movements rocking the mattress. either way, you sleep. finding his pants in the mess of the suite bedroom, without the aggressive light of his phone’s flashlight to aid him, proves to be no easy task, but he manages eventually. he slips them on and slips away, closing the bedroom door softly.

it isn’t much brighter in the living space. the lazy sun is barely rising, only the idea of it permeating the gradual brightening of the sky.

phone still clutched in his hand, sae lets himself drop on the abnormally large leather couch, massaging the tender spots you viciously bit into his neck. with just a few swipes, he’s opened his camera roll. time to collect the prize: the surprise you leave for him after every passionate encounter.

the first time you did it, he didn’t even notice until a few days after the fact, when he went browsing through his pictures for a home screen-worthy photo of you.

there it was: a beautifully crafted souvenir of the time spent together. the flash of his phone camera punctuating every shot, barely noticed in the heat of the moment. the red of the set you wore that day.

selfies of you before, and after. your lingerie still intact — and the canvas of your chest painted purple by his loving mouth. not a single video, but at least a dozen pictures: of you, of him, of the two of you together.

a gift from you to him — one that had his blood boiling, had him flushed, aching, yearning all over again.

he sent you his favorite of the bunch — a mirror selfie of you, chest painted purple, a teasing finger pulling your bottom lip down — followed by a question mark. a wordless interrogation.

finally, thought you were never gonna see them, 11:22pm

-is the answer he got.

want more? 11:23pm

and he did. and he got more.

it’s been a while, since then — long enough for it to become a tradition, a little present left in his phone after a secret rendez-vous. so you don’t forget me, you joke.

but how could he?

he’s learned a lot, since that first time. the most important: you’re a fucking tease. lighting, cropping, outfit, pose, it’s an art form to you, down to the time it is for him, when you press send. more often than not, he gets the pictures in the middle of the day, when he can see but can’t do anything.

you’re decent enough to warn him beforehand, at least.

you better lock your phone ;)

and then the raunchiest picture he’s ever seen — you outdo yourself every time — is all over his screen. he’s had many, many close calls. you don’t stop. he never asks you to. he loves the damn pics.

always pictures, never videos — they’re not your thing, he’s learned. not that it matters.

sae would’ve never guessed you’d be such a great soft porn photographer.

the couch’s leather sticks to his skin as he moves, trying to get just a bit more comfortable. he’s about to open his camera roll, ready to unwrap his present, when shuffling near his head startles him out of his reverie.

“why’d you leave?” you murmur, voice still rough with sleep.

you’re completely wrapped in a thin sheet, the only barrier between his hungry eyes and your soft, soft skin. the only glimpse he gets is that of your ankles. a small golden chain rests there, snug. his name is spelled out among the links, hidden. for his eyes only. his chest constricts, almost painfully.

he doesn’t answer; only opens his arms so you can take your rightful place tucked against him. you lay down, covering the both of you with the sheet.

the sun finally peeks from below the horizon, warming your face. it’s peaceful.

“i didn’t want to wake you,” sae decides to say.

you shrug. “more time with you.”

he feels the same — still, your sleep and your comfort take precedence over anything, for him. over anything.

you look so beautiful, like this. waking the sun, blessed by its gentle glow. for his eyes only.

it won’t last. he knows it won’t — secrets never stay secret for long. but for now, simply living like this is enough, more than enough. enjoying the sun. enjoying you.

sae slept well. better than usual. you’re warm on his chest, traces of you warm on his skin. there’s a present waiting for him in his camera roll.

it won’t last — but it won’t hurt to enjoy it while it does.

you fall back asleep quickly, lulled by his steady heartbeat. he follows easily. his dreams are swaddled in creams and soft pinks, and the warmth of the sun on his chest.

LOVERSMANTRA © 2024, all rights reserved. do not translate, crosspost, or copy. steal my work and i'll steal your kneecaps. bitch.

[guccifrog]

𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑭𝑨𝑺𝑻🍓

ᴹᵃᵗᵗ ˣ ᶠ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ : ˢᵐᵘᵗ 💋

ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ : ᴹᵃᵗᵗ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳʸ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵉʷ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏᶠᵃˢᵗ

ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵉᵃˡ ᵒʳ ᶜᵒᵖʸ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ // ⁱ'ˡˡ ᶠᵘᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵘᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Billie Bossa Nova

Billie ᵉⁱˡⁱˢʰ♥︎

⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻

⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

As the first rays of sunlight streamed through the bedroom window, Matt's eyes fluttered open. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned, the warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest quickly reminding him of the reason for his slumber. It was your first morning together in your new apartment. you had spent the night moving your belongings in, and now you had the entire day ahead of you to unpack and explore your new surroundings.

Matt's stomach grumbled, reminding him that he was hungry. He sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and made his way to the kitchen. The room was still dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from the soft glow of the refrigerator. As he walked past it, he made a mental note to pick up groceries later; it was bare as a bone.

Spotting a box of strawberries on the counter, his stomach gave a contented little growl. He opened the fridge and pulled out a container of whipped cream, smiling to himself. It was a habit of you to leave food out on the counter; you always said it was to keep it fresh. He liked that about you.

Matt made his way back to your shared room with the strawberries and whipped cream still in his hands, taking in the sight of your sleeping form. you lay curled up on your side, one arm flung above your head, the sheet barely covering your hips. He couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for you. He leaned in close, gently trailing his fingers along your jawline before leaning down to kiss your cheek.

you stirred, mumbling something incoherent before rolling onto your back, your eyes fluttering open. you blinked several times, trying to adjust to the light, before focusing on him. "Morning," you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep.

Matt smiled, leaning in to kiss you. "Morning, beautiful," he replied, his voice raspy with desire. As you kissed, he slowly ran his fingers down your chest, over your stomach, and lower, until he reached the edge of your pajama shorts. He traced the outline of your hip before hooking his finger into the waistband and pulling it down, revealing your smooth, toned legs.

you moaned into the kiss, arching your back as he slid his hands further down your body. your breath hitched when he reached the whipped cream and strawberries, and you couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run through you. He looked into your eyes, a mischievous glint sparkling in his, and slowly parted his lips, revealing his even, white teeth.

"I haven't had my breakfast yet," He said with a smirk lowering his head, taking one strawberry between his lips and then another, his tongue dancing around them before finally releasing them, allowing them to slide over your tits and stomach, leaving a trail of sweetness in their wake. you gasped as he took the whipped cream, licking it straight off your skin, the coldness of it contrasting sharply with the heat of his mouth. He circled your navel with his tongue, teasing you, before finally moving lower, tracing a line up your inner thigh, over the smooth skin of your stomach, and finally reaching the whipped cream again.

He trailed his fingers down your side, over your hip, and then lower still, until he reached your thighs. He parted your legs, pressing his fingers against your heat, feeling your wetness through the fabric of your panties. He looked into your eyes, his expression intense, and slowly slid his fingers lower still until they brushed against your folds. you whimpered, your hips bucking off the bed, as he teased you, circling your entrance with his fingers.

He moved one hand to your breast, squeezing gently before rolling your nipple between his fingers. you cried out, your hips bucking against his hand, your body arching into his touch. He could feel your wetness, the heat emanating from between your legs, and it drove him wild. He moved his hand lower still, parting your folds, and pressed a finger inside you, feeling your tightness.

"You taste so good," he murmured. He pressed his lips against you, sucking gently on your clit, feeling your body tensing beneath his touch as you arched your hips off the bed, desperate for more. "God, you're so wet," he breathed, running his tongue along your lips, tasting your arousal. "I love how wet you get for me."

His fingers danced over your skin, teasing and probing, finding the perfect rhythm as he suckled at your entrance. you moaned his name, your hips moving in time with his hands and mouth, urging him on. "Matt," you gasped, "I'm close." He pulled back for a moment, looking up at you, his eyes burning with lust. "Tell me when you want me to stop."

you moaned, your fingers digging into his hair as you felt the first tremors of release washing over you. "Now," you managed to croak out. "I mean… don't stop." your words were barely audible above the sounds of your heavy breathing and the wet sucking noises he was making as he went deeper, his tongue curling around your clit.

He moaned, feeling your body shudder beneath him, your muscles clenching tight around his mouth. He moved faster, his fingers digging into your hips as he pressed his tongue deeper, relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure. "That's it, baby," he growled, his voice low and raspy.

“Come for me, you’ve done so well.”

your cries echoed through the room, your hips bucking wildly as you arched your back off the bed, your nails scratching lightly against the mattress. "Oh God, Matt," you moaned, your voice trembling with release. "Oh fuck… I'm close… I'm so close…"

He moaned in response, his mouth pressing firmly against you, his tongue swirling around your clit as he sucked hungrily. His fingers dug into your hips, urging you to move faster, to take more of him. "Let me feel you cum."

your cries of pleasure filled the room, your body tensing as you felt the first wave of release wash over you. your nails digging into the sheets beneath you moaning his name. "Matt," you gasped, your voice breaking. "Oh fuck, Matt…"

He groaned in response, feeling your muscles clench around his mouth as you shuddered through your orgasm. His fingers continued to work your folds, massaging and teasing even as you began to come back down from the peak.

He pulled back slightly, still holding your hips tightly, and licked his fingers clean, tasting your essence on his tongue. "You taste incredible," he murmured, kissing you softly on the lips. "So sweet " He propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at you as he traced circles on your stomach with his fingertip. "My baby, you did so well.”

you lay there, breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. your eyes were glazed over with pleasure, and you could feel the warmth between your legs where he had been. you reached up to touch his face, feeling the stubble on his cheek beneath your fingertips.

"Matt" you whispered, your voice still shaky from your orgasm. "That was amazing." you smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest as you looked into his eyes. He grinned back, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

you lay in bed together, cuddled close, your bodies still intertwined. He ran his fingers through your hair, tugging gently on the ends as he studied your face. "You're beautiful when you're all flushed like that," he murmured. "I could look at you all day."

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

this was so silly to write helpp

not proof read btw

[pholla-jm]

Flirting Gone Wrong

IMAGINE: FLIRTING GONE WRONG - SATORU X READER GENRE: FLUFF WARNINGS: NONE Nova's Notes: This is set when Satoru is in high school. ***********************

It is no secret that Gojo is a flirtatious man. He is pretty confident about it too. He knew he was handsome, there was no person that wouldn’t want to be with him. With just one flirtatious smile, that person would be wrapped around his finger. 

So he was confused as to why you weren’t falling for his usual flirtatious antics. He would give you small touches, but you would just brush them off. Every time he would send you his famous smile while looking into your eyes, you would just smile back at him. Your smile would make him falter instead. You didn’t know it, but you now had him wrapped your finger. 

All of his flirting attempts would fail and he would become a flustered mess. He really just wanted his flirting to work and make you his. 

His first attempt: 

You were studying for an upcoming exam. You needed to ace this test because if you didn’t then you would fail the class. You were so focused on the material in front of you, you didn’t notice that your best friend, Gojo Satoru, was staring at you. 

He was admiring how concentrated you look. Your eyebrows were slightly pulled together, your lips pursed into a small pout and you were twirling your pencil in between his fingers. He was just so awe-struck by your cuteness, he couldn’t help the words to come out of his mouth. 

“You’re so cute.” He mumbles. 

You were too focused on your work to even correctly hear what he said. “What did you say?” You ask, finally pulling yourself away from your work. 

Satoru’s eyes widened slightly. He didn’t mean to say those words. 

“I said you look like a boot.” 

Your lips pull into a disgusted frown, “what is that supposed to mean?” Satoru silently curses to himself. He didn’t mean to dig himself into a deeper hole. But it was the hill he was willing to die on. 

“It means you look like a boot.” “Yeah? Well you look like a q-tip. Now leave me alone.” 

You turn back to your studies, the aggravated look on your face now fading away. Instead there was a small smile on your face. Satoru noticed this and was relieved that it didn’t turn completely south. “You wound me.” He says before pulling out his phone for his own distraction. 

His second attempt: 

If anyone were to look at you two, they would assume that you two were on a date. 

But you weren’t. 

Satoru wishes that it was a date though. 

The two of you were walking around, trying to find some sweets to snack on. The two of you settled on ice cream. Well not really, you wanted ice cream so Satoru agreed, even if he didn’t want ice cream. 

You got strawberry ice cream, and Satoru could swear that you were the happiest person on the planet right now. “Gosh, you’re so cute…” He mutters. You look at him, “what did you say?” 

Of course you didn’t hear him. 

“I said that you look like a fruit.” You just gave him a strange look, “that doesn’t even make sense.” 

He knows. He doesn’t even know why he said it. He panicked and it was the first thing that came to his brain. Satoru just gives you his famous grin, “well it’s true.” You just laugh. Your laughter rings in his ears like a beautiful melody. Once your laughter dies down you smile at him and he swears that your smile was meant just for him. “Okay, I’ll indulge in this. What fruit do I look like?” “A strawberry.” He says without missing a beat. “Eh? Why a strawberry. Last I checked, my skin isn’t red.” “Mm, not yet. You eat so many strawberries, that one day you’re gonna look like one.” 

You purse your lips at him, “you look like a baobab.” 

Satoru sighs at your comment, “really? Because we’re both white? How original (y/n).” “No, because you’re both dusty.” Satoru lets out a shocked gasp at your words, “how cruel of you to say!” 

His dramatics cause you to laugh while clutching your stomach. You were laughing so hard that your cheeks were turning red. “See!” Satoru shouts, “you’re already turning into a strawberry!” He says while pinching your reddening cheeks. 

His third attempt: 

“I just don’t understand why you have to be here at this hour.” You whisper to your best friend. He was currently in your dorm room… at four in the morning. “I woke up early and couldn’t go back to sleep.” “So you make that my problem?” “Yup!” He says, popping the ‘p’ while slinging his arm around your shoulders. 

You look at him to see that he was looking at you with a shit eating grin. 

However, Satoru was admiring your tired form. How messy your hair looked after being rudely awakened. The slight eye bags that were caused from endless hours of studying. He could still see the sleep in your eyes and if he let you, you could fall right back to sleep. 

But what was the point when you had to get up in an hour anyway? 

“Why did you wake up so early anyway?” You ask him. “Does there have to be a reason?” 

Truth is, there was a reason. He was dreaming about you… and it got a little suggestive. He woke up and he simply couldn’t go back to sleep. So his solution was to come bother you. 

You just look up at him, “yeah. I guess you’re right.” “I was just thinking…’ He mutters but you somehow heard that. 

“Oh yeah? Thinking? I hope you didn’t hurt yourself.” Satoru slightly elbows you, “that’s not nice.” You could see the slight pout on his lips and all you can do is crack a smile. “Fine. What were you thinking about?” 

“I was just thinking… about how strange I feel about you.” He was staring off into the distance, not really noticing how he almost confessed his feelings for you. However, it went right over your head. You never really took him seriously and you just smiled about. “So you’re telling me that lil ol’ me makes the strongest sorcerer feel weird? Do you have a fever or something?” 

Satoru scoffs at your words, “as if. You couldn’t make me waver if you tried.” “Oh yeah? Wanna bet?” Before he could say another word, you had flung your pillow at his face. A gasp falls from his lips as he stumbles a little bit. He grabs another pillow, swinging it right back at you. Harder than what he meant to. The force of his hit causes you to fall back and hit the back of your head. All though, it didn’t hurt. “Ow,” while laughing and rubbing the back of your head. 

“Are you okay??” Satoru frantically asks while grabbing onto you. You didn’t notice how close your bodies were. Or how his hand caressed the back of your head. You could feel his warm breath brush against your skin and you were now painfully aware how close he was. 

You could feel the warmth of his body pressing against yours, and even in the dim lighting in your room, you could see every little facial feature on him. 

He wasn’t wearing his glasses, his eyes shining the most. He was so close that you noticed how perfect his skin was, like almost all of his pores were nonexistent. His lips were a glossy shade of pink, and for the first time you wondered what they felt like. 

It was so unfair how pretty he was. 

“Yeah.” You slightly whisper. Too afraid that if you spoke too loud it would ruin the moment. There were no other words spoken in between you two. Instead, he just leans forward. His lips are getting closer and closer to yours. He was about an inch away from you, ready to delve in. That was until your alarm went off. 

The loud blare of your alarm causes the both of you to jump back from each other. Both faces are equally red from what just happened. 

“I… I gotta get ready for school now. So get out of my room.” You say while pushing the lanky boy out of your room. Once the door was shut, you let out a big breath trying to calm your racing heart. On the other side, Satoru has a large grin on his face. Happy that he was able to get this close to you. He was determined to go all the way next time. 

His fourth attempt: 

The drink in your hand was the most interesting thing in the world for you right now. You didn’t really want to witness the flirting that was going on right beside you. 

Satoru had dragged you out to this party, claiming that you needed a break from all the studying that you do. However, you would rather be cooped up inside than watching Satoru flirt with another girl. 

You could hear her giggles as Satoru talks to her. Her body is a little too close to him for your own comfort. Her hand slaps his shoulder every once in a while. 

“I don’t know what’s so funny about him anyway.” You mutter to yourself while swirling the liquid in your cup. You would know that he wasn’t that funny anyway. Rather annoying, in your opinion.

“What was that darling?” The man that infuriated your thoughts was now speaking to you. “Nothing.” You quickly spit out, “it’s nothing.” “Hmm,” he smirks at the frown on your face, “are you sure it doesn’t have anything to do with that girl flirting with me.” You scoff at his words, “yeah right. You were doing all the flirting from where I was sitting.” 

Satoru just laughs, “don’t worry. You’re the only one for me.” 

His words struck a nerve in you, causing you to freeze up in shock. 

The only one for him. 

Your lips then form into a small pout, “well now it sounds like you’re trying to flirt with me.” “Well, I have been. For a while now.” You were even more confused now. “Me? Why me?” “Because I like you, duh.” 

Your face burns red at his words. Feeling stupid for not picking up at his flirting attempts from before. “Well… I like you too.” “Good. Then it should be alright if I do this then.” 

 He then leans forward, hands cupping your cheeks to place his lips on yours.

[dreamgrlarchive]

A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Winter

you guys LOVED the summer guide so it’s only right i make a winter version. i’ll be covering all the same topics in this posts that’ll outline what the prissy girl agenda is for this years frosty season. this post will give you about a month and a half to prepare for a prissy girl winter! ❄️💕🍧

what’s the look this winter?

“cute and cozy” i, personally, am going for a layered, always warm, mattified look this winter. somewhere between maximalist and bougie. still very much bimboesque, as this is a year long thing for a prissy girl. long big bombshell curls and big fluffy lashes! not to mention lots and lots of pink and white! lots of layered looks.

“it's officially fall bbys. uggs, tracksuits, sew ins are in”

-@prissygrI via twitter

“i can't wait for the winter so i can wear fur boots, earmuffs, leg warmers, layers and more cute stuff again <3”

-@prissygrI via twitter

“long bombshell curls, leg warmers, fur coats, tote bags, heavy blush, fur accents, ear muffs, long fluffy lashes, bling details, white gold jewelry, ugg boots, pink and white are my winter lewk this year 🎀❄️💕”

-@prissygrI via twitter

first and foremost…

skin prep is a priority again. winter is usually a dry time of year for people. instead of using oils and lotions, opt for heavier creams for moisture and hydration. some of my favs include cerave moisture cream, jergens shea butter body cream, and bath and body works body creams.

preparation

new thicker bedding and blankets to keep comfy and warm.

store all your hot weather clothes! but be sure to leave out the layerable pieces

buy some winter boots if you don’t have any! the ones i’m buying are the pink, black, brown and white cubby demonias.

car maintenance is extremely important. get your tires rotated, or new tires altogether. ensure your car’s brakes are properly maintained and your car’s heat is functioning properly.

invest in new body scrubs as this is usually driest time of year. the winter is the perfect time to work on your skin on the body because your skin has time to turnover and heal.

buy some mugs for hot chocolate and tea!

buying some thick tights and stockings and undershirts for layering.



essentials

hand cream

body cream

ugg collection

warm, sweet fragrances

winter/end of year diary

new phone case

travel thermos

tights and leggings

thermal under clothes

thick cozy pjs

moisturizing body washes

umbrella

lip balm!!! super important

dayquil/nyquil/cough drops

yankee candles

clothes and accessories

fur coats give a very bougie, expensive aura while being functional fashion for the super cold weather. i personally think you should have two to three

white gold and sterling silver jewelry over gold!

leg warmers are another example of functional fashion. they give such a cute delicate touch to your look while providing so much more warmth

bow details. just so cute. buy some ribbon and add it to anything. buy big or small hair bows

victoria’s secret pajamas and slippers. the classic stripe collection are a must but vs has lots of high quality cold weather pieces.

tote bags. something about big extra cute purses add to the maximal look of prissy girl winter to me. i love using my telfar, juicy bag, and victoria’s secret bag in the cold months to compliment my layers and details.

knitted clothing pieces. the perfect warm cozy touch to a look.

velour tracksuits. very self explanatory. super comfy n cozy and look amazing paired with boots

cute n comfy loungewear for cozy grl looks!

ear muffs

fuzzy sets and pieces. fashion nova has really cute girly fuzzy pieces. let’s look for hats and gloves with fuzzy details

fur and rhinestone details. fur trims, blingy jewelry! think bratz forever diamondz, myscene bling bling

fuzzy slippers

pink, white, and black are essentials

cheetah prints. purses, coats, tops anything! o feel like cheetah print is pretty neutral so it’s easy to pair

hoop earrings and blingy pendants. snowflakes are perfect for this season but anything icy but dainty is perfect. it’s something about snow and bling that goes perfectly together.

anything that gives bougie and expensive honestly!

beauty

long fluffy eyelashes. the wispy style is my fav but i feel like they aren’t extra enough for the winter. fluffy lashes covered in snow are so cute!

pink and brown creamy opaque glosses

pressed powder to wear for a matte, smooth makeup look.

new whipped body butters! butters help seal in moisture, hydrating the skin much better than thin lotions.

edp with warm notes of decadence. ex. burberry her elixir, armani my way intense, b&bw a thousand wishes, vs warm and cozy, ariana grande cloud, billie eilish, etc.

sweet scents that smell like cinnamon, chocolate, gingerbread, and cranberry.

26”+ sew ins and extensions for long bombshell hair. the winter is the best season for sew ins and i’m definitely getting mine!

thick facial moisturizer to protect your skin from the windy blistering cold.

[moriaarts]

ARC Trooper Corporal Jaig

Blorbo the second, Jaig the ARC of the 343rd. In house mother and bleeding heart in disguise. With the text under the cut.

CT - 8407 “Jaig” has proven herself to be a survivor. Calm, collected and aloof, Jaig comes across as a cold and unapproachable soldier. But its a mask of a hunter observing the world for signs of danger.

The name “Jaig” was given to her early in the war when a B1 droid got in close and disarmed her. It’s not in Jaig nature to go down without a fight. It’s not in her nature to go down at all. All clones are trained in hand to hand combat, made stronger and more agile than base humans. But these are necessary against unyielding mechanical fists. Knocked off her feet by a metal backhand, she remember the raw of the wind across the sands, of the LAAT’s, of blaster fire.

She registers the B1s flooding in and going for her batchmates, her squadron, helmet forgotten she goes for the nearest one and shreds out the wires in its neck. It’s a valiant effort. It’s luck. The droid reaches back, grabbing her by the face to pull her off. It’s joints seize and all thats left as it turns on her is the command prompt to shoot and keep shooting. The fucker took her eye. Tore the skin off around it.

The scar that it left was triangular shaded, the skin too smooth for the rest of her face. A jaig eye, Jai’galaar’la sur’haii’se, a shreik-hawk eye, they said. Said her quick thinking took out a platoon of clankers when the droid she hardwired mindlessly shot a downed LAAT, blowing it, sending it crashing on top of the ones storming their trench. She just remembers being pissed because they knocked her bucket off and didn't finish the job. So she gets to trained as an ARC. It’s an honour. And she agrees but it doesn't feel real. Even assigned to the 21st Nova Corps, under the command of Commander Jet, Clone Marshal Commander Bacara, and General Ki Adi Mundi.

She never really like red. Liked the long kama though. She also had not like General Mundi. The rumour was that he had ten wives. The number changed depending on the battalion they were bunking with. It was more like four. But knowing the jedi’s no string policy she's even less of a fan. Even less in the coming months before. Jaig would be with the nova corps for few campaigns. Used to smile when Block chased her around with hair shears. How Duke would always grumbled getting dirt off his armour, and asked how she kept hers so clean and not smelling of wet bantha. But besides that she hadn't known much about herself until they had met them. Two of General Mundi’s wives met them at a medical station one a doctor the other visiting from a relief mission. Pamania. She was lovely. Covered in simple jedi cream robes all except for her eyes. Eyes of deep pools of dark purple, nebulas set in russet skin. They creased when she smiled. Lashes fluttered when she cried. They visited the medical base often. Pamania was gentle with them. Patient and kind, and fierce as a forests fire when they came back in a state. Jaig thinks she liked her. The first one to call her sister. The first to run fingers through her hair rather than playfully pull it when she gave her some self sacrificing crap. The first person to kiss her on the cheek and tell her she had a right to live in this world. War or no war.

Jaig had been younger then, Naive and unsure what to do with such gentle treatment. Who knew an innocent kiss to a clothed cheek would do such damage? Jet had scolded her and within a week she was decommissioned for improper behaviour, officially. Unofficially reassigned in shiny armour to the 343rd.  

Bonus:

Jaig loves the twins like her own. Especially Lash, whose quiet sarcasm is a family brand of deflection. She wants more with Ro, but Ro has a whole host of issues to make up with before Jaig is next in line. Doesn’t stop her having the ARF troopers back though. They both got on best, both being recon troops and with her 3rd in command and Ro in 2nd, they often share looks of exasperation and concern at the expense of Kiss.  

Here is Captain Kiss x and the rest of the company.

WIP Playlist

[brittle-doughie]

Infinity and Beyond - Looking Into The Sweet Signals from Space Update!

We’re finding the imposters among us with this one!

The aim of this concept is to have it be a multi-update deal akin to the Dragons storyline with how they say “like the dragon series, we’re diving into a story set in a rich, expansive universe”. This peaked my interest, I’d love to see what they have in store! I know there are some folks who like or don’t like the Dragons story, so I wonder what you all think of this!

Meet Astronaut Cookie! She’s cute, has an ice cream sandwich satellite for a pet, even has a cat cookie motif with her costume? What more could you want! Yeah, her skill might be a bit too reminiscent of Cyborg’s (who also got a skin after 84 years lol), but I’m willing to look past that.

Alright, I’m kind of vibing with the setting already, cookies are probably toothpaste, wonder if they clean your teeth when eaten. How does one “escape” or even fortify against a blackhole? The event itself sounds similar to the Sugar Maze event to me…in a way somehow. Wait, why is Stollen Cookie here?Also Planet H A M B O R G A R

I’m now getting Star Wars: Rogue One flashbacks. Just like Cyborg, it’s been 84 years since he got attention, so I’m happy to see he got a cool skin to deck himself out with!

The Surprise Bears. They can either go well or go very poorly, still means I don’t have to run over and over again for the god damn legendary ingredients. However, I do hope the challenges aren’t meant to be a cap in any way, since that already drags it down when you were able to AFK for hours beforehand, even if it sucked. Team Fight getting a gem boost might give me more incentive to play.

(Gmod flatline sound effect plays)

The Deal with Legendaries is canceled, y’all /j. I can’t keep up with their pace, bro. I’m over here trying to write it from time to time and they already have another one on the way, I’m dead. Xylitol Nova himself is getting flak for having a supposedly dull design unworthy of the rarity, I’m already seeing it in the QRTs on Twitter lol. For me, I’ll wait until I cast judgment, he has a pretty cool skin though…

———————————————————————

(Astronaut Cookie looked all around her new setting, seeing the city’s sleek, clean, futuristic design she hasn’t seen much of back on Earthbread. The cookies here didn’t look all that different too, save for their ingredients being possibly toothpaste in some capacity. She was caught staring at this one cookie in particular, she observed them inspecting the shield and instructing the robots to different spots close to the barrier, Xylitol Nova Cookie chuckled at her once he noticed.)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Ah, I see you’ve taken an interest in one of my cookies. That would be Xylitol Y/N Cookie, they’re in charge of making sure the barrier is in peak performance, they’ve been hard at work ever since we’ve seen reports of the blackhole.

(Xylitol Nova walked over to them as Astronaut followed. Meanwhile, you were instructing both cookies and robots alike on the status of the barrier, making sure that no fault in any way was detected. Until the voice of someone very familiar to you called your name..)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Hello, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. How are you doing?

(You greeted Xylitol Nova in return and proceeded to ramble on about the barrier. You did your best at trying to speak to him, but couldn’t ignore that cookie next to him staring at you. It also looked like Xylitol Nova wasn’t taking your analysis seriously with that smile of his, something that bothered you to no end!)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: How routine of you, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. Always thinking about the barrier when we haven’t had any issues in the past couple rotations. We have a guest here today and I’d like for you to meet her-

(You couldn’t, you had to inspect the rest of the barrier-when Xylitol Nova Cookie suddenly hugged you from behind with a strong grip, a scene that made Astronaut Cookie feel…envious. You complained and grumbled as you try fruitlessly to free yourself)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Xylitol Y/N Cookie. You are taking a break from now until further notice, I’d hate to use my authority on you, but this is for your own good. Feel free to interact with your fellow cookies, come and see me in my residence, or even introduce yourself to our guest here~! (I’d prefer you pick the second option in my opinion)

(You continued to struggle until it felt tighter to move, you looked to your front to see Astronaut Cookie hugging you from the front, her head resting on your chest. You swear she’s…shaking a little bit?)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: What do you know? Even our visitor is agreeing with me, she appears to have taken a liking to you too.

(…Who was this?)

[thedevilrisen]

Meeting Luke

Nova Crosby -

"Tristan, I'm going to the bathroom you do not need to follow me." the brunette had protested as Tristan did follow her regardless.

"Nova, we all know you have a tendency for trouble, your dad told me to watch you and I know he will make my life hell if I don't." the goalie had argued back, leaning against the tiled wall outside the bathrooms. "Now off you go, I will be right here."

"You look like a pervert." Nova had offered before disappearing down the hallway. Tristan’s face flushed slightly as he straightened his shirt and clasped his hands in front of him, trying to look as normal as he possibly could standing outside the women’s bathroom.

-

“So. Do you know where we can get some decent food in this place?” Nova had asked bluntly, looking around, fiddling with her chain.

Tristan um-ed and ah-ed momentarily before pulling out the brochure for the event which had a map on it. “There is a sushi takeout place a few halls down, we could go there?”

Nova, who emphasised a little limp as she moved to sit down on a near by table spoke, “That sounds sooo, good Tris, but my ankle is giving me grief for some reason. I might have twisted it this morning, I stepped off the path onto a garden bed this morning helping dad carry stuff in.” to really help her excuse fly, she rolled her ankle and leaned down and rubbed it for good measure.

“Oh, Novs, I wouldn’t have made you walk so far if I knew it was sore!” Tristan gushed, placing some show bags down on the table as he leaned down to look at her ankle.

“It’s fine Tris, but I would kill for some Katsu Curry right now.” Nova look at him with her infamous, ‘please I promise I won’t do anything bad and I’ll love you forever face’

Letting out a sigh Tristan stood up and gave her a stern look, “You stay here. Don’t move, don’t get into trouble. Your father will skin me.”

“Tris, my ankle really hurts,” Nova dragged a chair over so she could put her foot up “I won’t be going anywhere, I promise.”

Tristan nodded and stood up, “I’ll be back with your curry soon, stay put.”

“No pickles please!” Nova asked as Tristan began to move away, he gave her a thumbs up as he disappeared into the crowd, a small smile gracing her lips as she grabbed the show bags and walked off, “Tsk Tsk, so gullible Tristan.”

-

Before roaming the event by herself Nova made sure to skim the wall of the event hall, finding the loose tile she had scouted out a few days prior to the event. There, she pulled out a cardigan and large black, mesh tote bag to fit the show bags into. She changed over her hoodie, a cream one for a wisteria tinted cardigan. She made sure to let her hair out of her normally donned plait, the gently waves flowing over her shoulders and some falling to rest near her face. She finalised her decoy outfit with her glasses, green somewhere between sage and mint resting high on her nose.

Letting out a a huff as she hoisted the tote bag onto her shoulder, she surveyed the area noting places where she knew members of staff who would chew her out to her dad would be. Making a wide berth around those stalls she kept her head low and tried to look as tourist-y as physically possible.

Half heartedly, giving mind to where she assumed Tristan would be. Knowing the popularity of restaurant Tristan had headed too she judged with the distance he had to walk she had approximately twenty or twenty five minutes before Tristan found out she wasn’t there and alerted her father.

Weaving her way cautiously through stands at the back of the hall she stopped to observe what everyone was advertising every few steps, keeping her back to the door in effort to render herself as inconspicuous as possible.

Looking over absentmindedly she became distinctly aware of a rather tall boy, around her age with unruly, fluffy curls peeking out from under his beenie, looking sad as a wet puppy as he handed out flyers to passers by. With nothing better to do she approached him, a tentative smile moulded by her lips.

“Hello! I’m Nova, what’s your name?” she asked cheerfully, “I’m sorry, that’s really weird. You looked kind of upset and lonely and..” the girl had to remind herself ‘I think you look cute’ would not be the best course of action in this situation. “…wanted to make sure you were okay, because I know how it feels to be stuck doing monotonous shit at events?”

“I’m managing alright, thanks for ask-“ Luke looked up towards the end of the sentence refraining from ending his sentence with ‘holy shit your beautiful’ and instead “-ing. I wouldn’t, yknow. Object to you staying.. if you like?”

“It would be my pleasure! So, tell me about your self, what’s your name, or nickname you like, where are you from, how old are you?” The girl had asked after commandeering a stool and sitting opposite where Luke was standing.

Luke, startled by the girls forward questions stuttered in his answers, “My name is Luke, I don’t really have any nicknames… I’m from Michigan, well that where we live and I’m seventeen.”

“Alright then Luke, I’m Nova, I was born in Pittsburgh but my family is from Nova Scotia, people I like call me Novs and I’m sixteen!” Nova shared as she quickly glanced around the room, paling when she noticed her father walk into the very far end of the hall with Tristan trying to match his pace. However, refusing to let it fail her confidence she turned around and kept talking.

“-and the draftees this year were amazing, some of the talent.” Nova shook her head in disbelief, after having gone on about baking vs cooking, knitting vs crocheting after seeing a woman walk by with a trolley of crochet animals and finally hockey and this years draft. Luke didn’t appear dismayed however, quite the opposite. He was hanging onto every word the girl in front of him was saying, that was until a fast moving, rather irritated 5’11 shadow moved into view.

“Nova Vivienne!” Sid cried, as he approached her, “How many times have I told you, not to run off.”

Luke looked like a dear in head lights staring up at the Sidney Crosby, chastising this Nova girl.

“Calm your tits, dad. I just wanted to walk by myself, I didn’t get far, I stopped and have been here with Luke for the past 45 minutes!” Nova amended, nonchalantly, blinking up at her father, her hair falling gracefully off her shoulder.

“I don’t care, when I tell you not to run off, I expect you don’t. Now, I’m done for the day, I suggest we should get home.” Sid stated primly.

“Alright, one minute though,” Nova turned back to Luke, even as Sidney grumbled behind them, “Do you have a pen?”

Luke, still star struck, nodded and grabbed the sharpie lying on the desk and handed it to Nova’s awaiting hand. She then picked up a brochure off of the table and wrote something on it. Before handing it back to Luke.

“Open that when you get to the hotel.”

Then, tucked under her father’s arm she turned and walked out of the hall, chatting his ear off about something as well. Once he was in the clear Luke opened the brochure from where it was creased in half and read.

Call me :D and below was a phone number.

[reveluving]

i can be the one that takes you there ; commander taylor x reader

summary: it's just you and the commander tonight.

warnings: mentions of s~mut (minors DNI!), loads of kisses & a bit of fluff!

a/n: listening to virgo's groove got me imagining a fic with a certain commander because of have you seen that man? yes. please enjoy & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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'And though his heart soared over your darling token of appreciation, you could tell he also sought for more.' ;

You love Skye, Leah, and Sam like your very own, which is why you and Nathaniel took advantage of the house when they decided to stay over at the Shannons’ for the night—a well-needed adult time without the risk of scarring young minds. There was a mischievous twinkle in his sharp blue eyes before he carried you effortlessly to the bedroom, his rare, hearty laugh drowning out your whiny protests.

Imagine the Commander’s house being a mix of the command base and the Shannons’ house. His house would have an upper level, where your shared bedroom is, almost resembling the circular hut of the command base but would obviously be closed off and built with the usual, tougher reinforcements rather than just wood. A perfect combo of cream, red mahogany and the warm sunset hue that naturally sets the mood. Or dimming the lights when the both of you are feeling extra kinky, and tonight was no exception.

Sleep slips are his absolute kryptonite. Terra Nova has just the right amount of cool, especially in the night. You could be wearing anything and Nathaniel would still be getting ideas that could make a celibate run for their life. His other favourite look on you for nights like these would have to be a black bra and briefs combo, plus an untied robe just hanging over your shoulder. Whichever it may be, it would leave nothing to the imagination. 

He's taken off most of his clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed before pulling you to him to straddle his lap. He's a big man, and his thighs were no exception. Encompassing them would mean your legs would practically spread for his convenience.

Staring into each other’s eyes. You love it when he brushes his thumb across the plush of your lips the same way he adores the way you cradle his face. Rough and calloused, yet, careful as he felt you up. Your touches, on the other hand, were naturally soft, and so was your gaze. Though he had the upper hand, chuckling deeply as you look away out of shyness, he was a sucker for your hands. The passion was palpable, thick, begging for one of you to take the leap.

In fact, you did; by kissing his knuckles. The man is not so much into PDA for obvious reasons, but that doesn’t mean the colony don’t know that he is in fact, an absolute gentleman. There is not a single resident who has never seen him kiss the back of your hand or press his lips to your temple before breaking the embrace to kickstart the day. The only ones brave enough to tease him of his chivalrous side are the group of elderly ladies working at the market. Despite the glare he always has on his face, he takes it with stride, for you yourself have a soft spot for the ladies.

So, what better to repay him for unabashedly showing his love than by doing the same for him?

And though his heart soared over your darling token of appreciation, you could tell he also sought for more.

So, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his face. His scruffy beard tickled and almost prickled your soft skin as he playfully rocked his head between the valley of your breasts. One arm encircled your waist while the other slid up your body before pinching your nipples through the fabric, only to slip under them to roll the buds between his fingers.

He returned the favour by trailing kisses along your neck and shoulders. His guttural groan sent shivers down your spine as he licked a stripe up your throat, his facial hair only added to the sensation. You felt his smirk against your skin as he heard your breathy moan. His groans dissolved into a growl as you massaged your nails across his scalp. He put his whole emotions into rubbing his hands, up and down your sides, prompting you to stare up at the ceiling, silently cursing the stars.

Then, in the heat of the moment, the two of you would either kiss like there was no tomorrow or press your lips against one another in the softest way possible. One of his hands moved up the nape of your neck before settling his palm on the back of your head, deepening the kiss as his tongue slid against yours. 

Your eyes were just as lidded as his, drunk and dazed, though you had a small smile, contrasting his parted lips as his chest heaved a little. His nose barely brushed against yours as your breaths mingled.

You slowly pushed him by his chest so he'd lay on his back, bending over with him. The mere feeling of your forefinger nail on his torso is enough for him to adhere to your wants without question. 

Straddling him, you splayed your fingers on his chest, dragging your nails down his chiselled body. You take good care of your hands; skin as smooth as silk and nails that could rile him up. Nails that almost seemed like they were perfectly manicured at a salon. Not too long, given your position at the laboratory, but enough to always have Nathaniel imagining them digging into his back as he’d bounce you on his lap or force you on your back to savour your warm, tight pussy at an angle that would make you scream, gasp, all the noises that would get him going.

His thoughts would linger on how in the midst of reaching your high, he’d purposely thrust into that one spot, hoping to feel your nails nearly break the skin of his back—envisioning his wants, no, needs as if he doesn’t fuck you often.

Kissing his scars and dragging your tongue across his old wounds while maintaining eye contact and feeling him buck his hips against your tummy. Ugh. You swelled with pride at the sight of his muscles flexing as it took everything in him not to grip your hair and drag you back up so your face would be mere inches away from his.

You pushed his boxers down just far enough that you could see fine hair that trailed from his navel. You savoured the way he twitched, breath hitching as you lightly ran your fingers over his happy trail before sitting up to do a little ‘show’ for him. 

He was seconds away from turning you over, to hold your head against the mattress when you offered him everything of you. He didn’t know whether to focus on the blissful smile or when your hands travelled up and down your body. Throwing your head back with a flourish and a blissful smile on your face. Displaying your goddess of a body for him and him alone. His beautiful goddess was bestowed upon him, in this new world, the new age in Terra Nova. 

Your giggles were one of many sounds he wanted to hear as he gripped your thighs, rolling himself against yours before dragging you back down, chest to chest for another heated kiss. 

“My turn.” He whispered against your lips.

Sensation after sensation and you weren’t in the best part yet.

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[candiedspit]

Banana Daiquiri

It was summertime; hot tango and swedish malt. 

I was twenty five, a lonely space cadet with no return mission. I floated through the mist of pristine, magic light. I wore a cocktail dress to the corner store because I could. Artificial diamonds shuddered on my wrist while a thousand hot words licked the walls of my mind every single second. I was very alive most days. 

For work, I took care of Gem, a bright seven year old whose favorite color was a carcinogenic green. The kid was mute. And in lieu of a proper schedule–some of the families I’d worked for before treated their children as hostages to time, every hour had a name–I was given the simple task of entertaining Gem until her parents got home from work. 

This meant long walks to the playground, afternoon movies, aquariums, library trips. I liked Gem. Her long sheet of blonde hair which ran down to her stomach and flew in the wind. Her penchant for worms and dirt. I could tell she knew more than I did, picked up on the subtle tones of the universe.

Each morning, I picked her up from her house and we headed out. Out to the avenues. Out to run out fingers along the brisk voltage of morning. Out to the world. It was the third week of June. It had been raining on and off for several days. But at last, the skies were clear and the sun was beautiful, dazzling rays falling to the ground. Gem held my hand. 

Gem, it’s a wondrous morning, I said as we walked. 

I held her backpack on my shoulder. 

It’s the kind of morning you could weep over, I continued. 

The kind you dream about when you’ve been inside for too long, marinating in all of your perceived misery piss. The kind you didn’t think you’d ever see again. But here it is. 

I love the summers most because every horrible thing you did in the winter is gone. Every tantrum. Every snarl. Every shard of glass. Gone, gone, gone.

Eleven blocks. 

We walked until we reached Gem’s favorite park, the one with the long, twisted slide and sprinklers and swings. Gem let go of my hand and ran to the swings. I sat down on a bench and drank from my water bottle. After this, we’d go to get lunch. Strawberry ice cream. Soda, sandwiches sliced down the middle. And then maybe we’d saunter down the boardwalk and play some of the games they have there. 

I’ve always gotten along well with kids. I think I understand them. The bossa nova of the world, each little thrill and dissapointment. How you can feel gladness singe your fingertips. How the sun shines for the first time every time. 

How confusing the grown ups are. 

After work, I usually went to my favorite bar or called the man I’m seeing. Or both at once. It depended on how tired I was, how long the day had been. That evening, I went to the bar. On third street, it was a run-down bar that never had more than twenty occupants. I sat at the bar and ordered my usual; a banana daiquiri. The bartend asked how my day was. I said it was fine and left the conversation at that. I watched the small television above his head. A newscast about the bombings in Turkey and gasoline prices. All things that didn’t touch me. The universe only existed as I could see it. I got one more drink, paid and left. 

On my walk back home, the skies were bloodied and vicious and beautiful. Clouds ate at one another like twins in the womb. I was wearing a long blue dress. I felt like taking off my skin. I wanted the wind. I wanted everyone to love me. The buildings seemed enormous, metallic titans left to rot in the ground after some fantastic war. I was living in the land of zero, the peace spread across the land like a woman on a bed. 

I got home too soon. 

✴

Gem stopped speaking at around three years old. 

It was January and outside, snow filled the gaps of the city like glue. It dawned upon her parents as syrup spreads across the table–the silence. No babbles through the hallways. No requests for sippy cup. No mama. When her mother would urge her to speak, she would look into her face with her insect green eyes, and then look away. Gem’s pediatrician said she would grow back into speech. Had something happened? 

Nothing happened, her mother said. Nothing has happened. 

Gem had always concerned her parents. During holidays–out on the white, dense beach in Spain or with her many spritely cousins at Christmas–Gem preferred to play alone. She could never look at the camera when pictures were taken. And she had this–her parents called it a habit–habit of doing a sort of kangaroo hop when she was excited or nervous or anything at all. Sometimes she wringed her fingers in and out of crooked fists. 

 But the speaking was different. When Gem’s mother told me, she couldn’t stop herself from getting choked up. 

It was like we lost her, she said. Whatever stupid hope I had that she was simply an eccentric kid, that I was the idiot for not understanding the way she saw the world, was killed. And replaced with the fact that we had something on our hands we weren’t prepared for. 

When they finally got the diagnosis, Gem was five. 

Often in these cases, early intervention was key; but also, girls were typically diagnosed later than boys. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. And what mattered was what her parents were going to do next. Therapists moved in and out of the house like business men on a train. Occupational, speech, physical. 

But in the summertime, she didn’t have access to therapists. All she had was me and our little ventures into the world. I hoped I was doing good by Gem. That sunflower kid. That cartoon heart. All I could do was try to guide, be her compass in a dark terrain. 

I liked living two lives. 

One where I filled in the gaps and another where I fell through them. 

✴

Sometimes, I have strange thoughts, I told him. 

I was in the bed of the man I loved. And I was sure he loved me too. At least, at that moment. He was five years older than I was. But he was fun to be with. I liked spilling out in the dark with him. I liked his giant hands over mine. I liked surprising him.  

What kinda thoughts? He asked. 

I know what other people are thinking. I know what everything means. There’s an ultraviolet shimmer to the world and I can see through it, I said. 

It’s hard to explain, I continued. Happy neons. Dark, frustrated movements. An elevator dropping to the basement. How do you explain a yard to a kid kept in the attic? 

You’re a freak, he laughed and kissed my head. 

He didn’t understand. 

✴

I sat out on his balcony–he was one of those people who had balconies but never used them–at the end of a gigantic, African cigar; one of his favorite pastimes besides television. And me. It tasted like midnight, a rough kind of bark. Ash. I liked letting the smoke out so that it floated above the city like a warning of sorts. Beware, there are people who say they love you and don’t. Beware, there are peep holes even in Heaven. I was high on a pill he’d slipped into my mouth, something small and pink. In combination with the tar and the night air and the fact that I was naked, I felt like a kerosene bomb. I felt like a laughing serpent. A dirty thrill. I began to speak out loud, beneath my breath so that nobody could hear me. 

Not anyone besides you. 

There aren’t many people like us, I began. Not everyone can see the mess, the vomit and slashes of graffiti and stray dogs and doom, and smile. Not everyone can see that there are fairgrounds in a warzone. Not everyone can touch the music. Not everyone can hear the light from miles away. But we can, Gem. I think we are gods.

I think we are poets.

[serickswrites]

Make Me Your Villain VII

Master list here (includes links to all chapters, bios, and summary)

Warnings: threat of death

Nova woke the next morning unsure if last night had been some strange dream or if it had really happened. But as she blinked away the sleep and found herself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling, she realized it was, in fact, not a dream. She slowly climbed out of bed. What had she gotten herself into?

She stretched as she crossed the room, her stomach growling. How long had she been asleep? Quietly, Nova opened the door and followed the scent of coffee coming from a room down the hall from hers.

“Good Morning,” Liam greeted as Nova entered the kitchen. “How are you feeling, Nova?”

Nova stared at Liam. His pale blue eyes, the palest of blues like the sky at dawn, were watching her carefully. “Is that coffee?” She asked, ignoring his question, because she didn’t have a good answer. She felt physically fine. Mentally, she wasn’t so certain.

“Do you take cream or sugar?” Liam asked as he poured a mug and set it before her.

Nova nodded, jumping as the door swung open again and Henry marched in. Henry was stocky, his black hair buzzed close to his scalp. His dark skin was a stark contrast with the white shirt he was wearing. He grabbed the mug of coffee off the table and took a swig.

“That was for Nova, don’t be a pig,” Liam chided as he grabbed another mug and poured Nova a cup.

Henry gave Nova a sidelong glance. “Sorry,” he muttered before taking another sip. “Henry Harlin,” he said as he held out his hand. “Nice to officially meet you.” Nova took it, his grip firm, but not too firm.

Liam set a small jug of cream and a bowl of sugar in front of Nova. “If you want other cream, we have oatmilk and I think some whole milk. Honestly, I’m not too sure,” his cheeks colored and he busied himself over at the sink.

“Thank you.” Nova poured liberal amounts of cream into her coffee. She dumped spoonful after spoonful of sugar into the coffee.

Henry watched her, his face filled with disgust. “Have some coffee with your sugar.”

“Henry, she’s going to think you’re picking on her. Knock it off.” Liam turned around, his pale eyes flashing.

Henry winked at her. “All in good faith. All in good faith.”

Nova nodded, entirely uncertain of what to make of the interaction. She sipped her coffee, delighting in the warmth that filled her. She was always cold after using her powers. Since healing others was still a relatively new skill she learned, she was still learning her limits.

“I can take you back to your apartment after you finish your coffee. Or if you want to wait and have some breakfast, that’s fine too.” Liam leaned on the counter, a steaming mug gripped in his hand.

“Back?” Nova let the confusion she was feeling fill her face. “Why would I go back?”

Henry and Liam exchanged a glance before Henry said, “I’m going to let you take this one, Liam. I’ve got work to do in the library.”

“Coward,” Liam muttered as Henry quickly exited the room.

“Excuse me?” Nova still had no idea what to make of these two, very strange men that she had landed herself with.

Liam’s cheeks colored again. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean that about you. I just mean…well, Henry can be conflict avoidant. Sometimes.” Liam rubbed his stubbly jaw, his eyes distant.

“And you’re expecting there to be some conflict?”

Liam’s eyes grew wide. “What? No! I….I don’t know what I’m saying. Can we just forget the last couple of sentences that came out of my mouth and start again?” He looked flustered as he rotated the mug in his hands several times. A curtain of his golden hair fell across his face, hiding his embarrassment from Nova.

Nova gave Liam a small smile. “You’re fine, Liam. Sit with me?”

Liam gave a sigh of relief. He shook his hair out of his eyes and gave Nova a dazzling smile that melted her down to her socks. What was wrong with her? She cleared her throat, trying to shake the feeling. “Why would I go back? Won’t Jude be hunting me?”

Liam nodded. “Yeah, but I would set up a system to protect you. So you could go about your normal life.”

“My life is anything but normal, Liam. I don’t know if you noticed, but I can heal people.” Nova usually tried to hide her powers, but it was hard to hide her own body’s healing from others. She moved around a lot as a result and at twenty-two, had hoped that Hiraethian with the size that it was would be her home for a little longer than the other towns had been.

“I can imagine that carries a lot of pressure. Thank you, again, for what you did yesterday.”

“I could say the same to you. Would Jude really have killed me?” Nova stared directly into Liam’s eyes.

Liam looked away first. “Yes.”

“Why?” Nova wanted him to look at her. Wanted him to offer some measure of comfort.

Liam was quiet. “Well?” She prompted again.

“I’m thinking,” he turned back and looked at her.

“About?” Nova tried to let the irritation she was feeling not color her words. She wanted him to tell her everything.

His gaze was piercing as he spoke. “He’s a soul-sucker.” He said the words as though it meant something.

“I don’t know what that is.” She drank deeply from her mug.

“Most people don’t. And most people don’t know that about him. His power is the ability to absorb the power of another. Well, absorb is a really mild word. He sucks it out of them. It’s…It’s a terrible thing.”

Nova couldn’t believe what Liam was saying. “Why would he? How?”

“I don’t exactly know how it works. I haven’t researched that much. I just know he can. And when he does, people die. And he wants you, Nova,” Liam said carefully, “because your power would effectively make him immortal. But I won’t let him hurt you, I promise.”

Nova shook her head. “I’m not even immortal, so how would he be immortal?”

Liam put his mug down. “You can be. And so he can be.”

Nova opened her mouth to speak, but Liam’s phone buzzed. He took one look and teleported out. “What in the actual fuck?” Nova muttered to the empty room.

Henry sauntered in. “He’s off saving someone else.”

“He just disappeared.” Nova stood up.

“He does that. You get used to it. Or you don’t. That’s up to you.” Henry stared up at her. “Come along. Let me take you on the tour.”

“Tour?”

“Yeah, so you don’t get lost around here like I did when I first moved in. Come on, I’ve got shit I’ve got to do.”

And so Nova followed Henry around, quickly memorizing the layout and learning a little about the two men who saved her. Liam still hadn’t returned by the time Nova was climbing into her bed. Henry had been an excellent host, keeping her well fed and entertained.

“Don’t worry too much about him, Nova,” Henry said as he guided Nova back to her room. “He sometimes doesn’t come back until late. Or early depending on how you look at it.”

“But you do,” Nova said as she saw tension in Henry’s face.

Henry scrubbed his face. “One of us has to. And it’s not you, Nova. He’ll be fine. Night.”

Nova spent the first three weeks of her stay at the Haven getting used to the layout and exploring the grounds. When Liam was home, she shared her meals with him, trying to get him to talk more and more each time. Henry was the far more outgoing of the two and was more than happy to chat away to Nova when he wasn’t in the library working. Liam was much quieter, more reserved. But polite. And gracious.

She tried not to take his flitting in and out of the Haven personally.

“He’s not avoiding you,” Henry said as the two of them sat by the fire sipping from a very expensive bottle of wine.

“He hardly ever stays long enough for me to get to know him.”

Henry took a swig from the bottle. “He’s hardly here until he’s here. He’s off being the secret hero. You get used to it Nova.”

By the fourth week, Nova was itching to do something. Anything.

“Take me with you.” She said, grabbing onto Liam’s wrist when his phone buzzed one afternoon. “Please. I won’t get in the way. I can help you. Please, just take me with you.”

“You don’t have to work to stay here, Nova. Really. It’s ok.”

Liam started to pull his hand away, but Nova gripped him tighter. “I want to help. I can’t sit here all day while you risk your life trying to stop Jude. I can help. Take me with you.”

Liam considered a moment. “No.” Nova opened her mouth to protest. “Not today. Not yet. I can’t protect you when we’re out there. I know you can heal. But I would feel a lot better if you could handle yourself in combat.”

“I’ll train. Every day. Just promise me you’ll take me with you.”

Liam smiled. “I would be honored to work with you, Nova. When you’re ready.” And he disappeared once again.

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[floredaqueen]

🟣🪩🟡 for all of the gals you know I need it all hehehe

🟣 Purple- What is something that your OC could not live without? What keeps them grounded in the worst of times?

Isabela: Isa can't live without her diary. When she doesn't have a way to express her negative experiences or thoughts, she writes down everything in that book. This was all before she knew it was okay to let people know she wasn't okay, so this was her safest outlet.

Aknova: Nova can't live without her mom's crocheted bandana. It was the last thing shw was lifted before she passed. Whenever she feels trapped or cornered or overwhelmed with pure negativity, she looks for it, finds it and just holds it for a few seconds to remind herself she made it through the most tragic loss she's ever felt. Then, she pushes through the obstacles with the reminder of the woman who loved her most.

Rebecca: Rex doesn't have anything physically to bring her back to the neutral state, so she has affirmations. Affirmations that mostly work most of the time. With her family always challenging her beliefs and dreams, she has to remind herself that she is worth it. She's worth the effort to have the love and the life she deserves.

Chrysanthemum: Chrys can't live without her eyeliner. Before she went to college, she was always seen as some shy and incapable, so when she learned how to perfect her favorite look, she never went back to being someone everyone overlooked or teased. She relishes in the confidence that her newfound beauty has given her. It's all she has to build off of.

Mercedes: Cedes can't live without her clothes. She has spent years trying to feel good in her own skin and find her style, and no one is going to take that away from her now. No one is going to take away her form of expression that builds her confidence and helps her cope with how she used to perceive (and how she thought others perceived) herself.

Yvonne: Yve needs her pen. She's always been resourceful, so a pen will do her nicely in any situation she needs to escape. When she was younger, she always had to escape something, so in order to assure her safety, she always carried a pen with her. Now that she's older, she still has that mindset where she might have to run away.

🪩 Disco Ball- What was an achievement that your OC felt worthy of celebrating? Was it a personal victory or a big impact on everyone around them?

Isabela: Funny enough, it would be anything that could be considered over achieving. Getting her first ap class, achieving over a 4.0 GPA, making it to finals for ballroom dance. Anything that shows (and proves) she's done the work.

Aknova: Nova likes to try things that aren't stereotypically for girls. Like, she's such a frat dude, lol. She's doing Kegstands, and she joins basketball, baseball, and boxing. While she is small, she's never been weak (emotionally or physically). And it shoes in the way she plows through drinks and is loud and proud. She she would definitely be so proud about beating Hargrove's kegstand score enough to throw a party for it.

Rebecca: Rex definitely finitely is the type to just celebrate for her friends' achievements even if they do seem big to them. Nova gets a B? Get together with ice cream. Steve cleans his room? Movie night with a home cooked meal. Isa finally going out for once? Lunch date on her♡ She loves seeing her friends open their horizons and try new things out of their current comfort zones, so why not reward them for trying. She knows she'd love that herself.

Chrysanthemum: Chrys definitely has mini celebrations with herself. She has never been giving enough encouragement, so when past a certain chem test or anatomy quiz, she feels relief. That or when she someone gets an extra tip at the club, it's celebration enough that she earned it in the first place. Makes her feel special, like there is growth happening in real time, and that's celebration enough.

Mercedes: Mercedes is proud of her financial spending habits. Usually, she sets a limit on how much she'll spend that day, and if she achieves that limit and/or doesn't go over it, she goes home that same day to happily stuff her face with granola and strawberry banana yogurt. It's her favorite. It's a very good motivator since she's usually helping her father with his poor eating habits by eating the same thing he does so he doesn't feel alone in his endeavors.

Yvonne: Yvonne would celebrate something as necessary as cooking a grilled cheese correctly. Cooking is something that distracts her and something she can control and improve on. To perfect a grilled cheese is more than enough for her to celebrate.

🟡 Yellow- What is something your OC wants but knows they can never have? How does it feel to never get this specific desire?

Isabela: For Isabela, it would be, being about to be to completely succeed. But life happens, and plans change. No matter how hard she tries to be perfect, she never will be. She can never be perfectly, so she needs to come to terms to be imperfectly herself♡

Aknova: Nova knows that not everyone is going to want to be her friend.. people are always finding ways to decieve her and make her look like a fool, no matter how hard she tries to befriend others, not everyone is going to like her, or even respect her. And that's hard for her to understand, considering she's always wanted to just include people.

Rebecca: Rebecca knows she'll never fully escape the trauma her family always passes down, but she just can't let them go. She wants to, but they're different, and differences come with dire experiences, and she's never going to be able to put them behind her. She's always going to be looking back.

Chrysanthemum: Chrys will never get her family back. It's sad, but it's true, no matter we how far she goes, no matter how many bodies she buries alongside her father and brother, she's never going to get them back. She's never going to see her brothers smile or hear her father's laugh. It's constant torture, and it will still haunt her until she learns to let go.

Mercedes: Mercedes has always struggled with her appearance up until recently, as well as feeling inferior because the things people would say. Even with her "glow up," she still feels the rude comments, mean pranks, and traumatic friendship break-ups from the past. Her self conscious will never be the same now matter how much self care she implements in her routine. She will always feel ugly, not matter how pretty she really is. Her insecurities

Yvonne: She won't ever make enough money to buy herself a home, a safe enviornmemt. She will always need to carry that pen in her back pocket for any and every emergency she gets herself into. She won't feel safe for a long time, and therefore she won't be able to experience the feeling of her heart slowing and her nerves calming. She will always be on edge, and will always be utterly exhausted.

[caluski]

Ripped up some skin on my thumb the other day, so it burns when I hold a thin paper cup with coffee (black, brown sugar, no cream, 4.50 for 300ml, served by a brunette). But how can i be possibly upset about that, my god. My bag is heavy bc I bought a cute toy for my nephew (he's too young to watch paw patrol but somehow, he still knows all their names and insists on wearing them on his socks). I Can tell it's a lucky day because my favorite bossa nova songs come up on shuffle. Wearing sunglasses for the first time this year, but I keep taking them off because it's so sweet to feel the bright sun resting on my eyelashes. Train tracks are so scary to cross while the station is under construction but I survive

[cloudlesbian]

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Tagged by @meatmensch

List 3 ships you like- spirk (star trek TOS)(and I'm seeing Janeway/Seven now tht I'm on Season 4 of VOY👀), abe takaya/mihashi ren (big windup), Xena/Gabrielle,

Honorable mentions: I haven't read BNHA in forever but like midoriya izuku/todoroki shouto and haven't read or watched an jojo's bizarre adventure recently but LOVE okuyasu/josuke

First ship ever- Bubbline is the first one I sought content for, and it brought me to tumblr. First I was insane abt was the main romance for the main character girlie in Inkheart

Last song you heard- the last song from this samba bossa nova album I was listening to it while drawing earlier :^D

Favorite childhood book- Dark Life by Kat Falls and The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams

Currently reading: Behind The Pine Curtain by Gerri Hill and Skin Deep: Real-Life Lesbian Sex Stories by Nicole Foster

Currently watching- Voyager (Star Trek), was watching X files until recently, Dungeon Meshi, and Symphogear (which I'm obsessed with now btw)

Currently consuming- a boba fish ice cream :^)

Currently craving- more strawberries for my breakfast tomorrow, and a nice warm bath. I made a bunch of art earlier with friends which satisfied a craving.

Tagging mutuals in my most recent activity~☆

@welldressedfae , @creepingsenseofdread , @bluecherryfanta , @witch-of-agnesi , @dingoskidneys , @chronicdilf , @lucyflawless , @dogwoodbite , @dearbisexual, @plethodon-uncia

No pressure to do this if it doesn't seem fun :^) and anyone who thinks this would b fun can consider themselves tagged by me!