#tried some pastel colouring and ended up liking it :)

[mellowsadistic]

Couples Therapy - Part 1

After Angela cheats on her husband, she agrees to go to couples therapy with him, but each session with the therapist leaves her feeling less and less like a grown-up.

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Angela tapped her foot impatiently while her husband spoke with the therapist privately, probably whining about how angry and betrayed he felt. They were both supposed to go in together in a moment, but for now she was stuck waiting in reception.

Really, she couldn’t understand why Eric was being so dramatic. It was only sex! It wasn’t as though she didn’t love him anymore. She just needed to have a little fun sometimes, that was all. They weren’t even thirty yet! He was twenty-eight and she was twenty-seven. Did he really expect her to settle down and stick to a single sexual partner when she was still so young?

But he’d insisted on seeing a marriage counsellor and she’d eventually agreed, albeit reluctantly. Their therapist was a man. How was he supposed to understand what it was like for a woman in her situation? And her first impressions of the office hadn’t been great either. The receptionist was a total bimbo!

Angela glanced over at her. She was dressed up like some bizarre fetish fantasy. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a pair of high pigtails, and her stripper-sized tits were crammed into a sparkly Disney princess top. Didn’t this place have a uniform? She looked like an overgrown six-year-old for goodness sake! And she’d been acting like one too when she’d tried to match their names to their booking. Her husband had been very patient with her stupid lisping voice and barely passable ability to read, but Angela had wanted to turn around and leave straight away. What kind of serious therapist’s office employed a woman like that?

At last the door opened, and the therapist stood in the doorway. He smiled kindly and gestured her to come inside.

“He’s weady for you now!” the bimbo receptionist chirped happily, looking up from what looked like a fashion magazine for tweens.

Angela rolled her eyes. “Thanks.”

She went into the office and the therapist closed the door behind her. Eric was lounged on a sofa facing a hard-backed wooden chair, looking perfectly relaxed. Angela sat down next to her husband, leaving a few inches of space in between them.

The therapist didn’t take a seat in the wooden chair, however. He took a tablet from his desk in the corner and stood in front of Angela.

“Here,” he said, handing it to her. She looked down at the screen in her lap in confusion. What was this for? Some sort of presentation?

“I find that girls always get a bit nervous in my office,” he said, talking to her in a light, overly friendly tone, as if he was talking to a nursery-schooler. “This will help you relax, okay sweetie?”

Angela scowled. She was about to launch into a furious tirade. She couldn’t stand being talked down to! Who the hell did this man think he was? If he assumed most women were like his ditzy receptionist then he had another thing coming. But before she could say a word, the tablet in her lap came to life. Brilliant pastel colours swirled and spiralled on the screen, sinking into a single spot in the centre, and her complaints died in her throat. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. It was just so pretty…

“There we go,” said the therapist in that same sweet tone. “That always takes care of fussy little girls.”

“Is there anything I have to do?” Eric asked.

Angela felt strange. She was vaguely aware of the men’s words, but it was as though they were coming to her from the end of a very long tunnel. Her attention was focused on the dazzling lights on the screen.

“Not a thing. Let me do all the talking. Did you hear that, Angela? We’re going to have a little talk, okay sweetie? Nothing to be nervous about. I’m a trained professional, after all. We need to have a little talk about how you betrayed your husband. About how he found out you were cheating on him. Because that wasn’t very clever of you, was it Angela? Getting caught.”

Angela shook her head, not taking her eyes off the screen. “Not clever,” she echoed. It was true. She shouldn’t have been caught. She should have been more careful not to let him find out. Because even though there was nothing wrong with what she’d done, even though she was completely in the right, Eric wouldn’t understand.

“That’s right, Angela,” said the therapist. “You’ve been a very dumb bitch, haven’t you?”

Angela frowned. That didn’t sound right. Dumb bitch. Was it okay for the therapist to call her that?

“Look at the pretty sparkles, sweetie,” he encouraged, and Angela sank back into the swirling lights. “That’s right. You’re just a dumb bitch, Angela. All women are, but you especially. That’s okay though. You don’t know any better – you’re just girls.”

Angela knew vaguely that there was something she didn’t like about what the man was saying, but she was too engrossed in the swirling colours to care. His words were like background noise. She could understand them if she concentrated, but it was so hard to focus with the wonderful patterns in front of her.

“Yes, you’re just a girl, Angela. Just a silly little girl. A big child. It doesn’t matter if you do something wrong, because you can’t be held accountable for your actions, can you? You’re sweet and innocent.”

Angela nodded eagerly, a dim smile spreading across her face. She hadn’t done anything wrong. If she wasn’t so distracted by her tablet, she’d have smirked at Eric. His stupid attempt to guilt-trip her with marriage counselling was backfiring on him. The therapist was on her side.

“Besides,” the therapist continued. “You didn’t cheat on your husband anyway, did you Angela?”

Angela was confused. She had cheated on Eric. Was the therapist going to help her cover it up? But Eric already knew, didn’t he? Surely that wouldn’t work! The lights on the screen grew brighter. They were so, so pretty…

“You didn’t,” the therapist said again. “In fact, it’s completely impossible for you to have cheated on your husband. You know why, I’m sure. It’s because of your embarrassing bedwetting habit.”

Angela wrinkled her nose and started trying to shake her head in disgust. She didn’t wet the bed! The therapist must be confused. He must be mixing her up with some little girl. Maybe one of his other clients was some silly little bedwetter who needed to be reassured that everyone had accidents now and again, but that certainly wasn’t her.

“Don’t… I don’t wet the bed…” she mumbled. Her words felt heavy in her mouth. It was hard to think. She just wanted to watch the pretty swirling lights.

“Look at the colours, sweetie,” the therapist told her. “That’s a good girl. You are a bedwetter, Angela. You wet the bed every night. You have done for quite a few weeks now. And what man would want to sleep with a woman who still pisses herself in her sleep like a dumb toddler? You’re very lucky your husband puts up with your babyish behaviour, young lady.”

Angela’s face slackened as the spirals spun faster and faster. Lucky. She was a lucky girl. She was lucky to have a husband who put up with her bedwetting. Another man might leave his wife if she started peeing herself every night. Especially if she’d cheated on him too. But Eric didn’t know about that. Did he? It was strange. For a while Angela had been sure he did. And the therapist didn’t seem to know either. In fact, he thought it was impossible for a bedwetter like her to cheat on her husband! She blushed even more brightly. How had she done it? Angela frowned slightly. She didn’t know. She couldn’t remember clearly. But the therapist was right – who’d want to have sex with some stupid, bedwetting baby-woman? Why would anyone sleep with her when it meant waking up in piss-soaked sheets, or next to someone in a sopping wet diaper. Her special protection. Her baby pants. Was the therapist still talking? She tried to pay attention.

“…because your husband puts up with you in other ways too, doesn’t he?” he was saying. “It’s not just the bedwetting. You actually have quite a few silly, childish behaviours that no adult woman should reasonably be expected to have. You…”

Angela tuned out again. She could feel his words entering her ears, but her attention was focused entirely on the lights in her lap. So pretty. Such pretty lights…

When she came to, the tablet was gone, Eric was standing up and putting his coat on, and the therapist was looking at her with a satisfied expression on his face. Had she fallen asleep?

“Ready to go home?” Eric asked her brightly.

Angela smiled back, a little hesitantly. She’d thought she was in trouble, but maybe she’d just been confused. She was such a silly girl sometimes. Such a dumb bitch.

Eric held out his hand, and she took it. It felt nice to be holding onto him. It felt reassuring. He held her hand all the way back to their house, and while he walked, she couldn’t help herself from skipping along beside him.

[polarisjisung]

ASKING NCT DREAM TO PAINT YOUR NAILS

MARK: he would be scared to mess it up, probably would mess up a lot, but he'd be so concentrated, like he'd watch tutorials on how to properly paint nails and he'd start practising on himself until he got better and then he'd paint your nails all the time

RENJUN: would be shocked that you asked in the first place but totally down to do it, literally a whole nail tech, would be doing up the most intricate designs, maybe hiding his name in there a couple times and then when you start to notice he'd give up and just openly add an element of his name, like a cute R in a heart on your index finger, or something small like that into the designs— doesn't do them often but would enjoy it a lot

JENO: after you got sick of him asking to paint his nails for you, you decide to teach him how and he'd just start painting yours with fun colours, because the bright colours/ pastels wouldn't "fit his vibe" also would show your nails off to the dreamies and staff so proudly until they told him how bad he was that he started painting them every chance he'd get, taking off old layers of polish to try and do an even better job than his last try (just know he does in fact, still ask you to paint his nails)

HAECHAN: would come to you one day with all the nail supplies in the world, and would end up using like 5 max, definitely uses it as an excuse to hold your hand, would purposely make a mistake so you can get all pouty (because you would never actually say anything to him after he tried so hard to make them look pretty) and he can fix it up later, would match with you, like half a heart on your nail and the other half on his, brags about it to all the guys, maybe even staff, possibly some strangers

JAEMIN: he notices you struggling to paint your dominant hand one day so offers to do them, takes a good hour to do 5 nails (you would too so you're not complaining) but does them pretty well, even does a little cuticle care afterwards and definitely likes sending you nail inspo, would sulk a little (lot) if you were going to get your nails done since he can't paint them with you and feed you snacks while you do your nails together, but would totally pay for your new set— a big advocate of super fun nails, like new styles and bright colours ++ LOVES seasonal nails

CHENLE: wouldn't be opposed to the idea, just doesn't love it a lot, until he finds out about all the meanings of the colours, safe to say he throws out all your white polish, loves seeing how happy it gets you, even if he does a trashy job, so he starts doing it more often and even comes to you excitedly sometimes with the bottle to do them himself, might even paint them in your sleep

JISUNG: he's hesitant and he's practically certain he'd be all shaky and give you a horrible paint job, but he'd be surprisingly pretty good, you've never seen him so still in your life, posts him painting your nails on his story so everyone can see how good a boyfriend he is, likes filing your nails into shape, with puffed concentrated cheeks, because he likes watching the nail dust fall off, definitely shapes your nails into stilletos so you can "use them for self defence" unfortunately he ends up getting scratched by them a lot more than either of you would like

NOTES: this was initially a jaemin thought and then I ended up with this

[jugglingjujube]

The (almost complete) locked tomb mini skein set! Based on the houses.

From left to right: second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth

I am making a first house mini skein, it's just uhhh in the pot.

You can read my notes below the cut and here.

No idea what I'm going to do with these, a scarf has been suggested.

I'm also planning on making socks sets with full skeins of these colourways, but this time that will actually take a while.

Second: Half scarlet red-half white. I wanted it to be perfectly split down the middle but didn't end up getting a sharp enough divide. I also tried to but some greeny - brown in the middle Pyrrha's eyes (and so it doesnt look so candy cane) but I don't really like it so we're cutting it out. That might be the mini in the sock set. Otherwise I just need to do a better job of keeping the white clean. Who decided red and white were good colours for a uniform! It's a logistical cleaning nightmare when the red inevitably bleeds!!

Third: Heavily speckled gold and lilac on a white base. These colours are right up my alley, I love this one. When I make a full skein it'll be on a gold stellina sparkle base.

Fourth: Navy, white and orange variegated yarn. I did re-dye this. Another one where I love the colours, the method of twisted skeins then hand painting then speckling was really fun.

Fifth: Brown base with thick gold speckles. Not really speckles but the technique is called reverse speckling. I need a deeper brown dye and to add more gold veins throughout and it'd be perfect.

Sixth: Boring, pretty grey tonal. No notes, it fits with the house, it turned out nice.

Seventh: Pretty pale green yarn with brilliant blue speckles. I would like to add more blue (and maybe some other pastels) speckles just to make it more flowery. Also because being between the sixth and eighth I want it to stand out more. Tempted to speckle as heavy as the third but I'll restrain myself. Maybe.

Eighth: White base with some silvery patches. I was so determined not to just use undyed white yarn and give the eighth house some love. But I kept overdoing it! When I make a full skein it'll be easier not to accidentally add too much dye but on a mini ... I was basically dipping the back of a spoon into the dye powder, then into the water and it was too much.

Ninth: Handpainted orange and then dyed over in black. I love how dark the black is and how you can see orange and yellow peeking through. It was sitting in the dye for a long time, you really can't hold the Gideon colours down!

[wisteriaiswriting]

gwen, miles & hobie hcs w/ reader who is heavy into alternative fashion :D

would they be on board? how do they feel?

𝕊/𝕆 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕠𝕟

Words: 1560

𝟜𝟚! 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤: Pastel Goth

On earth 42 it’s constantly dark, so pastel fashion isn’t a common sight. Meaning for once, you’ve surprised him.

Whether or not you let him he will find a way to draw you. It could be a page dedicated to you in a sketchbook, with drawings and pictures. Or even graffiting you on the side of a building so everyone will see it. (Not worried about danger, they won’t be able to lay a hand on you.)

When something new steals your attention Miles will be on it instantly. And when the prowler wants something he gets it, so it’s guaranteed it’ll be in your hands by the end of the day.

If you have a pair of platforms (No matter the height,) he will wear them for a quick walk. You’d be surprised how well he can move in them, you’re pretty sure he ran through the city in them.

Ever so often when your back is turned he will steal a few pictures, all going into an album dedicated to you. Not that anyone will see them. (Aaron and Rio have caught him multiple times.)

His clothing is a lot darker, less goth but still similar vibes. On occasions he will just… throw a piece of his clothing at you. If you’re cold, his jacket is suddenly on your shoulders. A piece of clothing is missing? Not anymore, this is in its place.

If you are interested enough in ‘The Prowler,’ he might be willing to have another gauntlet made for you. Less dangerous of course but with your own personal touches, favourite colours and any other small detail will be added.

If you have similar size in clothing we will take something, not telling you either, letting you find out what he took. But if not, your accessories will do. Mainly jewllery so he has something of yours with him.

When he has a chance he will ‘play’ with your hair. Either doing elaborate styles or messing it up, ruffling it just before you shove him away. But won’t let you do his. (Yet, is worried you’ll want revenge.)

But if there are days you either can’t or don’t feel like making an outfit he is always ready. As soon as you say yes he suddenly becomes a fashion designer, laying clothes next to each other to test things, adding and taking accessories. Not stopping until he gets the perfect one.

𝟙𝟞𝟙𝟘! 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤: Decora

He will compare you to his graffiti, (He means it in the nicest way possible.) and about how he loves both of you and how colourful you are.

At any chance given he will have his sketchbook whipped out, sketching away. And they end up as either a page (or a few) dedicated to you or as future graffiti artworks.

If you want anything whether it’s clothing or accessories he won’t let you pay, his money is already handed over. At some point you bought something on your own and he looked so betrayed. (He didn’t want you to spend your own money now that you have him.)

If you include those colourful band aids he gets so worried. He’s scared that you got hurt and he couldn’t protect you. (Please tell him they’re for design, he will be so worried.) But once he is told he is buying you band aids as well. Whether or not they match he is buying you spiderman ones.

Please let him help choose some accessories, he would be so happy. He knows you wear so many but even a small handful would be amazing! (If you have any red and/or black ones he will choose them. Although trying to fit them in.)

If there is a day where neither of you have money or the energy to go out for a new outfit he will make you one. (I believe he knows how to sew.) Just pick a pattern, a few colours and materials and let him work. It would be one of the most magical items.

Unlike 42! Miles this one can not walk in them, let alone stand. It could be a few extra inches of height and even his spiderman powers could not save him from tumbling headfirst. If he tries to walk you better be ready to help.

On days where he has no schoolwork or spiderman duties he’s taking you to a new cafe or market. (Somewhere new each time.) If he can see you happy, whether it is a new accessory, some food or just seeing you happy.

This dude is so obvious. He will try to sneakily take photos but will end up in your face for the right angle. But in the end he does get his wanted pictures. (Which he sends to the group chat of him, Gwen, Pav and Hobie. Who complain about him and his pictures.) 

Both of your fashion choices clash. How bright and full on yours is compared to his basic and darker colours. But if you get cold, then them clashing doesn’t matter, he will wrap you in his jacket before you know it.

𝔾𝕨𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕪: Fairy Kei

Assuming you have a sketchbook she will look through it, (With permission this time, she has learned.) and fawn over everything in it.

If she finds out you press flowers she will bring you any she finds, most of the time she doesn’t know which ones they are. She might ask you to press them so she can frame and hang them in her room.

Whether or not you enjoy many things, if there is something she thinks you will like, it is suddenly in your room.

She will find any type of jewllery you wear and (with your permission,) swap a few bits around. A dark necklace with a flower filled pendant has been swapped with one of Gwen’s, gold with small blue gemstones.

When she is on a mission on another earth she will try to find any clothing or books you would enjoy, spending more than needed time on the earth searching through thrift stores for you.

There will be times where neither of you want to leave the comfort of her room. This ends with Gwen playing her drums while you do whatever you want.

In times where you were learning a new language she would try to learn along with you, but everytime she tried it didn’t end well. Always giving up within the first week, but it’s the thought that counts right?

She could spend up to days trying to write the most perfect love letter for you, only for it to end up in her drums so you, hopefully don’t find it. (Spoilers, you did.)

If you are interested in history, either all over or specific times she will bring you to other earths that revolve around them. (As long as it’s safe.)

If you have a drink each morning, she will find out the recipe and when you are away try to perfect her drink making skills. Even managing to surprise you one morning, having the drink made and sitting on the counter for you.

ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕖 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟: Cybergoth

Hobie is probably the most on board with your fashion, whether it's something you wear daily or only on occasions.

If you give him the opportunity he will add his own touches to your outfits, even your dread falls if you say yes.

Whether or not you say so he will 'borrow' any accessories he likes, flaunting them to *anyone who will look. *This includes everyone.* A good chunk of your fashion is similar to his, so every once in a while he will just… switch them.

If you go to any raves or anything similar he will join you if possible. (Always sneaking you both in.)

He will tease you when you ask him to wear something, but do it long enough and he will cave. Anything you want he will wear it, accessories to full outfits. (Not dread falls, he values his hair.)

If you ever want some new accessories or even an outfit he is your man. He will openly 'buy' (Steal) anything for you. Does it without you somehow knowing, realizing when they are sitting on your desk, along with a note from him.

Whether or not you wear makeup he will help you, but if you do? He is there for every step you do, wanting to get it right so he can help in the future. And when he does? You aren’t doing anything anymore, he is in charge of doing it every day now.

Because he is Spider-Punk and part of the spider society he is often busy doing things away from you. This means he has found other ways to bring you with him, in jewellry (that he stole from you.) or even pictures tucked into pockets. Will show them off to anyone nearby (main targets are Pavitr, Gwen or Miles.)

100% Has and will continue to make songs dedicated to you. Whether they are obvious or not he will know, and most of the time you do too. They can vary from yourself, your looks and fashion to him confessing his undying love for you. (Of course he'll make it so confusing so no one will ever realize.)

Soon enough Hobie will fall in love with your fashion style, and how it makes a statement easily. And what better way to make a statement is with bright and surprisingly comfortable clothing. Often enough you will catch him with matching pieces of clothing, he says they’re comfortable and that’s the only reason but you know, he wants to match.

[greenhorn-art]

Keep Your Head Up to the Sky (As Your Day Unfolds) by alphera [Twitter]

Illustrated by Shirou_UOHS @shirou-oh-sakura

Fandom: 全职高手 | The King's Avatar

Rating: General Audiences

Category: M/M

Words: 9 270

Time is rarely kind, and impossible to escape. At the ripe old age of 30, Han Wenqing retires from the Glory Professional Alliance and moves forward the only way he knows how: fearlessly and without hesitation.

About the Book

FONTS: Coelacanth, Segoe UI Emoji

IMAGES: Illustrations by Shirou; pastel sky ID: 7007221 from Rawpixel; dark blue sky ID: 7044483 from Rawpixel; Han Wenqing & Desert Dust image from The King's Avatar Wikia; Ye Xiu & Lord Grim image also from TKA Wikia; Glory card png also made by Shirou via Discord

MATERIALS: regular ol' printer paper (8.5"x11", 20lb, 96 bright); ~1.5mm chipboard; Neenah cardstock (8.5"x11", 65lb, bright white); Iris bookcloth (Madeira colour); paper from Gilded Ink paper pad by Recollections; waxed linen thread (30/3 size, white); wheat paste (1:4 flour:water)

PROGRAMS USED: typeset in Affinity Publisher 2; endpapers designed with Affinity Designer 2 and Affinity Photo 2; imposed with Renegade's Community Imposer (settings: Quarto, snug against binding edge, signatures of 2 sheets).

Text & QR codes printed with colour laser printer (duplex, flip long edge), images printed with inkjet printer (HP Envy 5055; one sheet at a time, single sided, place facedown in tray)

BINDING: quarto (quarter-letter) size, sewn board binding with french link stitch and breakaway spine.

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Absolutely LOVED this story! I've reread this one a number of times, and keep going back for more. Alphera's writing is so good! Ye Xiu is the series protagonist so things usually follow him, which makes it refreshing to see a story through Han Wenqing's eyes. And the author does it SO WELL! AHHH!

It's been a while since my first read-through, but I'm pretty sure this was the first TKA fic that I actually downloaded and started typesetting. Absolutely chuffed to have it finished! (Love me some growth-- the typeset looks a LOT better than my earlier attempts!)

RAMBLES

Another sewn board binding and breakaway spine! Since this isn't my first go at it, the construction of the book was considerably faster and smoother than my last one. It's just as well, because I ran into a speed bump that stretched out how long it took to typeset and print.

The culprit: (very pretty) illustrations. My laser's colour printing capabilities are shot to hell, so I used my inkjet for the artwork. This involved creating 3 copies of my typeset: 1) the completed typeset; 2) just the text, images hidden; 3) just the images, text hidden/white. Then I ran them through the imposer and printed the text version. The real issue was figuring out how to feed the sheets through my inkjet printer to print the images where I want them. Had to go one page at a time, single-sided. (Just need to place sheet facedown in the tray. So flip along vertical axis.) It took a while, but I got there in the end. And the results were SO worth it! 😊

For the scene breaks I left them as written. I had tried inserting images of the Glory Logo and account card, or using crossed swords emojis ⚔️, but nothing I tried worked as well as what the author did. (It's really neat! Different characters were used to indicate the direction of the timeskip: >>>> for a jump forward in time; <<<< for a flash into the past; and ==== for regular scene breaks, a 'next' rather than 'before' or 'later/after'.)

The cover and endpapers were based off of Shirou's fantastic cover illustration of HQW and YX walking hand-in-hand down a beach at sunset. The art itself is phenomenal so I had it stand alone as a frontispiece and didn't do anything fancy with the title page. For the covers, I looked through my decorative paper stash for something red or black to represent HWQ or Team Tyranny. What I found was paper with pinks, oranges, and purples similar to that illustration -- and that was that. I liked how the colours matched the art, and the gold splashed across it. (Gold for victory, gold for wedding rings and a happy golden future together.)

(Sidenote: I love how the beginning of the end of HWQ's career as an e-sports player "starts with a tingle in his ring finger", leading him and YX to taking the next steps in their relationship and eventually getting married 💍🖐)

I went with a red bookcloth for the spine because it's a common team colour for Tyranny, Excellent Era, and Happy. It also represents good fortune, courage, passion, and love -- things that come to mind when I think about YX, HWQ, and HanYe. The particular shade of red I used is Madeira. It's darker than Ruby Red and leans a little cooler, which suits the decorative paper more.

The endpapers use two background images (overlayed, adjusted, using multiple blending modes) and some images of HWQ and YX from The King's Avatar Wikia.

The background images are from Rawpixel -- I was just minding my own business looking for images of clouds and maybe some mountains to represent overcoming challenges/glory/looking up to the sky, when I found some clouds with the same sunset colours of Shirou's art. Figured it was too perfect, and if I'm going to lean into that design-wise, I might as well go whole hog and full-ass it. Then I found a starry night sky to add some darker blues and stars to it to match. After that it was a matter of overlapping them and positioning them to fit. I also grabbed some images of HWQ and YX from the King's Avatar Wikia and added them to it because HanYe. (After removing the backgrounds).

[malacandrax]

Had the enlightening thought that I could use my blog for blogging. I don't love splitting myself into separate marketable entities, so I'll probably post more craft stuff here. (I have a passing knowledge of So many hobbies it's a bit ridiculous- my most developed are probably doll customisation (wigs, faceups etc), sewing tiny clothes and maybe crochet.) I thought I would share some patch process from...2021? (ugh)

I don't know how many of you will have seen on twitter, but I've started making patches for my jacket after being deeply dissatisfied with what I could find online (I find that I need to know & search for a creator specifically or I just get mainstream patches... 'bee happy' etc)

The Billie patch (of the painting) was actually me going 'I wonder if posca works on fabric' and I tested it on the smallest scrap, which bit me in the ass, because I did that face with no planning or sketch and it came out perfect, no way I was going to do it that good again. SO i stitched it onto a bigger bit of black fabric, which is surprisingly unnoticeable in the end!

The rainbow strip was made because I didn't like how clean and manufactured store bought flag patches are, I wanted something undeniably gay, but a little more subtle and personal. I chose the colours to be a bit softer (I'm aware the dark brown should be black, I had no grey to pastel-ify it with, like I did the others) and I've seen little rainbow strip lapel pins before, so I sort of copied that in fabric form.

The next is Brian Molko in the 'Pure Morning' video, which I watched so much when I was younger. I put a screenshot through a binarization filter, and tried my best to copy it down. It was going really well, and then I foolishly placed it over my photo to see how it lined up (badly) and I went back in and completely ruined the likeness. While it wasn't a good copy, I still think it looked good before I went over it. SO I made another :'). I also sort of fixed up the first, because seeing it on the desk was embarrassing me.

I also added the embroidery in the colours I think of when I try and remember the video (his lips particularly were sort of coral coloured and the androgyny struck me hard as a teen)  The Eve Elloree was from an old gay magazine- the art director asking for assistance, I just thought it was really fucking cute haha Way more info on my long ass twitter thread.

The extremely badass black and white one is from superpose! And the fruits wizard is here (because im a fruit, har har)

Hopefully I can make more this year, I have too many hobbies and not enough wrist stamina!

[t-0ne25]

“Maybe you can show me how to love.” — Option A1: Rose Quartz

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

“I choose the rose quartz,” you say to Soyeon. She tells you to open the box and you get the necklace out. The director steps behind you and helps you put on the jewellery. After that, she hands you a pastel pink dress, the one you tried on yesterday. Slipping into it, you’re ready to meet the winner.

Soyeon guides you back into the ballroom, where you find your childhood friend.

“Am I– did you choose me?” Seungmin asks, his eyes widening. He can’t believe what’s happening right now, but when you step closer, your arms seizing around his neck, he knows that all he’s ever dreamt of suddenly turns into reality.

“It’s always been you, Minnie. You’re all I’ve ever needed.”

He smiles, before sealing your lips with his own, catching them in a passionate kiss. You allow the moment to take over you, holding him as close as possible. Once he disconnects his mouth from yours again, he takes a step back and reaches for your hand.

“Are you ready for the rest of the night?”

A few minutes later, you find yourself in what you assume to be the romantic suite of the mansion, no cameras or microphones anywhere. God, this building seems to be endlessly huge. You’re still wearing the dress when you step inside, finding a bedroom in the same shade—rose coloured just like the gemstone around your neck.

“I still can’t believe it…” you hear Seungmin say. Once you turn around, you can see that his palms are attached to his head, his eyes are burning with tears.

“Hey, don’t cry,” you tell him, when you get closer. You place a soft kiss on his cheek and all he does is nod, trying to calm down.

“I’m just… fuck, I didn’t think it would be me in the end you know?”

Unsure what to reply, you decide to crash your lips into his. Seungmin immediately gives in, letting you take the upper hand in this for once. He loves how eager you are for him. Fuck, you’re so different compared to when he kissed you for the first time. But he loves every version of you, nonetheless.

The two of you start stumbling towards the bed, not caring that you didn’t even take some time to admire the beautiful room you’ve got assigned to. You need his hands roaming over your body, need him as close as two human beings can be. Your mind is occupied by two syllables only—Seungmin.

You’re guiding him on the mattress, before you get on top of him, straddling his thighs. He looks so pretty underneath you, it’s insane. You feel your head get dizzy, when Seungmin stares up at you, licking his lips in anticipation.

Diving right in for yet another kiss, you start grinding over his crotch. It’s just kissing but Seungmin can already feel his cock stiffening inside his suit trousers. But you don’t stop—you keep going like that, until the first little moan escapes your mouth.

“Shit, you sound so cute,” he giggles and you join him. 

You continue, placing your lips on his neck now. The pattern you create is stunning, just like the man underneath you. Seungmin lets out a grunt, when the bites and kisses increase in quantity. His hands are attached on your hips, helping you with your movements.

Fuck. You both need more and you need it now. When you bring your gaze back to Seungmin’s face, his expression tells you exactly the same.

“You look beautiful in this colour, honey, but I need this dress off, okay?” he says, brushing over the fabric of your rose coloured outfit.

You chuckle, before you nod and the two of you hover the material over your head. Seungmin breathes a small ‘wow’, when he sees you in your lingerie. The red two piece looks stunning on your body.

It doesn’t take him long to take off his suit jacket, while you’re already busy opening each button of his shirt. He takes the fabric off, too, before he initiates yet another makeout session. Seungmin is busy getting rid of your bra, cupping your breasts once they are freed. God. You can’t help but let out another moan.

“Please, Minnie… touch me,” you beg, when you keep grinding over his crotch.

“Keep calling me by that name, baby.”

Without a warning, he flips you over, having you right underneath him. A beautiful path of kisses gets drawn on your skin—he hovers over your neck, your collarbones, your tits, your stomach, until he stops. Seungmin’s hand is brushing over your covered mound, making you spread your legs for him.

“Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, please–“

Apparently, you follow his order, which is why he painfully slowly slides down the drenched fabric, leaving you completely naked for him.

“Okay, okay, darling. I’m gonna give you what you need,” he whispers against your heat.

Two of his fingers part your pussy lips, before his tongue dives right in, circling around your sensitive nub. You’re brought back to the first time he went down on you—still so inexperienced, you let him have his way with you and you know that there’s no one else who would have been able to grant you an amazing first time like the one you had thanks to your childhood friend.

Seungmin’s fingers are busy teasing your entrance, before he pushes one of them inside. You clench around him, letting out a small whimper, when your gaze finds his.

He looks at you with lust swirling inside his beautiful eyes, when he whispers, “You can be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You hastily nod and when Seungmin slides the second finger in, your head gets thrown back. He makes sure to keep his tongue attached to your clit when thrusting into your wet hole with his digits. God, the squelching sounds of your aching cunt are already filling the room and he is nowhere near done with you.

“I’m gonna turn you into a mess, baby. Only for me, hm?” he teases you, letting your walls clench around his digits.

“F-For you, yeah…” is all you say, before you already come undone, unable to hold back the hypnotising sensation that is taking over your whole body.

“Fuck, this was great,” you let out, once his fingers come to a halt. Seungmin pulls them out, making sure you watch every second of him licking them clean. He hums, when he tastes your scents on his skin, closing his eyes in satisfaction.

“You ready to go further, honey?”

You hastily nod, watching him reach for the nightstand table, grabbing out a condom.

“Minnie?”

“Yeah, baby?”

He turns around to catch a glimpse of you. For a second, he fears that he went too fast or too far. But you’re biting your lip, looking up at him with doll-like eyes, begging for something in specific.

“Uhm, I know that we all got tested before the show… so I am fine without one, I’m on the pill,” you say with a quiet voice, unsure if he might decline it.

“Nothing as perfect as this, darling,” Seungmin says with a smirk, before he places another heated kiss on your lips. God, this is like a dream come true. He’s about to feel you raw, feel the truest form of yourself. Seungmin has waited years for this moment, it almost feels unreal.

You spread your thighs for him, playing a little with your clit, when he takes his time to pull down his pants and underwear in one go. His hard cock springs free, before he positions himself right between your legs. Seungmin gives his length a few strokes, getting closer to your entrance. He pushes the first few centimetres in, allowing you to get used to the feeling.

But all you do is let out a mischievous chuckle, before you tease, “Come on, Minnie. Make me feel good.”

You’re a menace. You’re nothing like the innocent angel you used to be when he first fucked you. But this doesn’t matter to him because, after all, he was the one to ruin you first.

“Nothing I’d rather do than making you feel good, honey,” Seungmin grunts, while he starts with a steady pace. You look beautiful like this—underneath him, looking up at him, begging for more.

He knows that neither of you will last long but he doesn’t care about that at all. You’ve got the whole night to go again and again. By now, you’re a total moaning mess for him. Especially, after Seungmin has placed your legs over his shoulders, in order to pound even deeper into you.

Bringing two fingers to where your bodies meet, he starts rubbing your clit, picking up his pace. You grab his face, guiding his mouth onto your own. You’re both panting, moaning each other’s names and a few curse words, as if it’s all you’ve ever known.

“Cum for me, darling, hm?” Seungmin tells you, when he feels you clenching around his length.

“Yes– fuck, right there, Minnie– please,” are the last syllables that make it past your lips before you reach that sweet relief for yet another time.

Seungmin seals your lips with a kiss once again, before he pulls his cock out of you, feeling himself getting closer. A few last strokes until he’s shooting his seeds all over your belly and pussy, admiring the artwork a little later.

You stay like this for a little, before you feel his lips on your forehead. Seungmin gets up, bringing a wet towel to clean you, before he tells you to use the bathroom. When you get back, he’s already prepared your pyjamas for you and you put the fabric on.

It doesn’t take you long to slip underneath the blanket with him and the two of you start cuddling.

“You were my first and you’re gonna be my last, Minnie,” you tell him.

He gives you the softest smile, “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Seungmin.”

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[drippydumdum]

Really liked your sissy ideas! Do you have some more?

i do yes.

1. Rename yourself. for sissies its always best to have a useless stripper name. something that ends with and i. something that has no meaning and is feminine. like Kiki, Chastitti, Candi, Trixi, and things like that. reinforcing that name by infusing it in your life. order things on this name when online shopping, doodle it with hearts and butterflies, just anything to reinforce your sissy name.

2. make a mantra for yourself, record it, play it while you sleep or do any work. let the mantra play on your earphones but dont pay attention to it. let it be a background voice. if coming in your own voice, it will reinforce your sissy identity. plus letting the mantra be a background noise that is constantly feeding your brain will make it stick to your subconscious. especially when asleep.

3. Makeup!! even with gender equality rising (about time it happened) up, makeup is still widely known as a feminine trait. wear lipsticks, lipgloss, a little blush. do all things seperately. at times only gloss, only lipstick, sometimes only blush. highlighters are the best. especially when you're outside the house. let people see you with makeup.

4. start modifying your hobbies and likes. start looking for heels instead of sneakers. gowns and dresses instead of suits and shirts, nail art instead of cars and bikes. disengage yourself with anything that affirms masculinity.

5. glitter! ✨✨✨ start making things glittery and sparkly in pinks and purples. nice soft pastel colours with sparkles. your laptop cover, mousepad, phone cover, some room decoration, your phone wallpaper. glitter and pink is considered extremely feminine. the shinier the better.

6. Manicures and Pedicures. nothing screams feminine as well manicured nails. sparkly nailpaints, long nails.

7. sissi porn. follow sissies on tumblr, Instagram, Facebook, youtube. watch at least one or 2 hour of sissy inspiration videos, of sissies who are living a happy feminized lives.

8. interaction. theres no point in going through this alone. find people you can talk to. sissies who are living this life 24/7, people who like sissies, like to sissify others and so on. you feel more comfortable and encouraged when you know you're not alone and when people talk about your likes positively. build more connections that affirm your sissy side.

9. pretty common but edge. the more sexually frustrated you are, the more suggestible you get. with the amount of edging posts you might see here, it might not sound as a big deal. but the constant sexual frustration keeps your mind clouded by horniness and before you know it, you're doing things you might have not done before confidently, hornily and desperately. edging works wonders to keep you sexually easy.

Please Beware That These Steps Are For Long Term And Permanent Personality Changes.

These steps heighten your sissy persona in a full time behaviour. dont do this if you're just looking for an hour of fun every once a while. only follow this if you want to be a long term sissy or a permanent sissy. follow at your own risk. these methods are all tried and tested on my slave @kikithecumdump that i sissified.

[lilyrizzy]

thank you @gratisdiamanten @boxboxlewis @officialmood @thewindowatkirkland and @flawlessassholes @semperama for tagging me to post the first part of my WIPs! I was a bit confused if it was meant to be first sentence or first little chunk, so i went with chunk! hope was okay!

this one is for my age play fic!

It starts with space.  

Less and less of it between them in their bed every night. Max’s arms reaching for Daniel to wrap around his neck, to press his throat into the hard-soft hollow of his throat.  

“I thought you didn’t like cuddling,” Daniel teases, even as he wraps his arms around Max, holding him tightly to him.  

Max simply shrugs, makes a soft noise, something that sounds more like a sigh than a protest, but doesn’t say anything else.  

Quiet is a part of it too, because mostly like this, Daniel ends up having entire conversations with only Max’s nods or hummed acknowledgements as answers. At first, he wonders if Max is trying to let Daniel, ‘talk himself out,’ but it soon becomes obvious that this something different entirely, because when Daniel pushes for an answer one time, Max shakes his head, burrowing further into the space underneath Daniel’s arm pit with a soft whine.  

“Okay baby, you can sleep,” Daniel tells him with a startled laugh, fingertips tracing the shape of hearts up and down Max’s spine.  

this is for my own cloud!

Blue Jaye kicks her feet underneath her knitted blanket, the colour of it’s-a-girl-pink. The delicate pastel is a stark contrast to the blue-purple smudges underneath Kelly’s eyes as she holds her, cradled carefully in her arms. On the TV behind where Max and Victoria stand, the highlight of Monza FP2 are playing, and as the commentators discuss Ricciardo’s recovery system failure, she makes an angry sounding noise.   

“Maybe she doesn’t like to be stared at,” Victoria suggests, already turning her attention back to her phone, the brand new iPhone Papa brought for her. Her jaw is moving furiously around fuchsia chewing gum, and every so often there’s a loud crack as she blows and then pops a bubble. Even though Kelly asked her not to, because of course the noise will upset the baby.

Sitting down a little too hard next to Kelly, she jostles Blue Jaye, so maybe it is even on purpose. Max knows she didn’t like it when Papa told her it would be a girl.  

“How would she know you are looking?” Kelly snaps, unhappy as she tries to settle Jaye again. “Her eyes are closed, Victoria.”  

Victoria shrugs, not looking up from Twitter, and doesn’t say anything.  Max doesn’t argue either, but of course he knows that you can tell when someone is standing over you, even with your eyes shut.   

andddd dystopia au

It’s been eight months since Max last saw Daniel.  

When it’s been this long, nights on end of going to sleep thinking about him, waking up from dreaming about him, but never seeing him, he worries about how much of Daniel is in his head and how much can possibly be real.  

On his worst days, he’ll wonder if he’s real at all, if he’s not some figment of Max’s overactive imagination, something created in desperation of a life barely worth living. It’s happened before; drivers going mad.  

It helps when he wedges his fingers down the side of his mattress, and gets to run his fingertips across the worn and yellowed edge of the only picture he has of Daniel. To just feel it there. Taking it out is something that he does less, it hurts to see the blinding white of his teeth, shark-like and bared at the camera in a grin. Torn from an old Red Bull Racing pamphlet, it’s not a real photograph, not like one Max would take of him himself on a camera that nobody else would get to see.  

Then always, the doubt will linger, because in the crowded rooms full of watchful eyes, it goes like- 

“Hey good lookin’,” Daniel drawls with a smirk and something in his eye that if Max didn’t know was exactly what Daniel was kept around for, he might think was real.  

tagging @catofthecanals289 @love-leah @fricative-pharyngiale if you wanna!

[short-black-diamond]

A new spectacle?

A @littlegremlinflower has requested something and who am I to deny her request?

warnings/summary: fluff, nearly getting caught by the whole circus, and Anthonn and reader make out :}

word count:

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It shouldn't have happened at all. No, not like that, I mean, the old lady told you you'd have a great live ahead of you, meet the love of your life as well, so why were you drowning?

Why did you feel like you couldn't swim up anymore? was it because the ice cold water pireced into your skin and bones, making them numb? Was it because one of your bullied pushed you?

was it because you maybe didn't believe the old woman, and didn't move because of that? Because you didn't believe in a happy ending for yourself?

I mean, sure, you had food, a roof over your head, but that was not everything. You didn't have enough clothes to go where girls your age would normally go, you didn't really go studying, only finishing highschool and having to help your mother and father earn money to bring food to the table.

But...why?

Why were you always the one with the worst of luck?

You tried moving your body, but nothing. you tried telling your heart to beat, beat louder, faster. You tried telling yourself to not give up, you tried to gain at least some willpower, a little push-

"Hey, are you alright?!" "I don't think she can hear ya, she's blue."

Yes, you actually took in a blue-ish skin color, the snow falling into your frozen face as you just laid there, limp, in another man's arms.

The guy who held you sighed sadly. Then he took you more in his arms before he carried you bridal-style into a warmer place. The guy next to him looked the the first guy with a smirk.

"Really?"

"Wh-what?", the first man asked who carried you. He had a slight pinkish colour on his cheeks and ears as he looked at his companion.

"You're not gonna let her rest in piece?", the other boy said as he gave him a knowing look. "But, you do you. Maybe she'd be a great woman for you-"

"I-I wasn't thinking about that, Sahed! I-I just thought that she was very young, and that we'd be able to take her under our wing is all!"

"Sure, whatever you say, Tonny."

...

"Huh? Where am I?", you asked yourself as you looked around. You woke up in a small room, where you found yourself laying in a bed with pastel-pink sheets, and a rosy smell.

You felt like you had the best nap ever, if only you hadn't realized what you didn't do before.

Or better said, what happened to you before you "slept".

A sudden knock made you flinch as you quickly looked at yourself. 'Wait, what am I doing? Shouldn't I be dead?', you asked yourself before the door opened without your consent and a shy looking blonde man poked his head inside.

"Ah, you're awake...may I come in, miss?", he asked with a friendly smile.

You were taken aback by how handsome he was, how sweet his face looked, and all while keeping his boyish youth, he also looked like a grown up. you couldn't however guess his age or where he was from, but you felt connected to him, as if you two've been knowing each other from somewhere.

"Yes..? Um, where am I?", you asked instead, hoping for an answer from the gentleman who sat himself down on a nearby stool.

The guy in front of you rubbed his neck sheepishly as he looked to the side with a small grin. "Well, you're in a circus, which is moving from town to town."

'A moving circus? Is that even possible..?', you thought before you hugged the blanket closer to you. "So...um... I don't know if I may sound crazy or something to you sir, but um...I think I'm actually dead, like I think I died? But why would I be alive still, you know what I mean?", you explained and asked, and as you moved your hands for more insight.

You looked at the stranger then with hope. He only frowned at you sadly. "...promise me you won't freak out.", he only said before he stood up and approached you.

You sucked your legs close to your chest as his figure neared the bed. You gulped when he came to you, placing one knee after the other before you were caged against the wall, his hands on either side of your shoulders.

"Please promise me.", he spoke softly, looking down at you softly. you could smell his cologne, and it was rather sweet and flowery than rough and, I don't know, these weird colognes men nowadays wear?

The blonde smelled nice. He looked nice. You only hoped he was nice, too. And you also felt a little intimidated by his bigger body. His hands and arms looked like they had been through a lot, but why was his face still so...young?

he reminded you more of a man now, instead of a boy your age. He reminded you of a guy who had seen stuff he saw way too early for his age, with the way the man sitting in front of you looked at you. Eyes filled with...sorrow? fatigue? sadness?...but from what?

"I...promise...?", you mumbled with a red face, because the stranger was no less than a few inches away from your face, his eyes looking right at yours. He nodded.

then he nodded again, as if to reassure himself.

"Okay....okay, um. you actually are- no, were, sorry, you were dead.", he spoke, and you smiled at him.

"...Pardon?"

"The thing is...you got murdered, miss. Your...uhm...some other woman, maybe around your age or older, had pushed you into a small lake. And it was winter. You were drowning, a-and I tried to save you!...", he exclaimed with wide eyes, his hands finding themselves holding your shoulders as these rised when you remembered what happened.

Then he sighed. "But you froze to death in my arms..."

You watched him. His face, his underlip slightly quivering...in regret? anger?, his throat, the slight wobble of his addams apple, and felt his hands slightly crumble your nightgown.

"then...how come I am alive now?", you asked, and you put your hands on top of his. The guy gulped when he felt your hands on his, a slight blush coating his ears and cheekbones.

"Please tell me, um...?"

"Eh! Ah, uh, m-my name is A-Anthonn Gremminger!", he introduced himself nervously, and you felt his hands get warm. Sweaty hands?

"Anthonn Gremminger. My name is ____ _______. Could you please tell me what happened after my death? How come that I can breathe a-and talk to you? Is this some sort of magic circus?"

He started to slightly massage your shoulders, but he looked deep in thought when his thumbs softly pressed into your body. You sighed at the feeling, and your body relaxed. your hands loosened their gentle grip around his wrists and went down to his elbow slowly but stopped mid-way.

that movement snapped Anthonn out of his thoughts as he shook his head slightly before he looked at you with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I've just been thinking on how to answer that, you know?"

"You can just say yes or no. I don't think I'd understand anything regarding magiv if you told me, anyway."

"Well, okay then...yes. This is a magic circus.", Anthonn answered after a short moment of silence.

You sighed. "My god...and because of that...I'm alive again?", you asked, feeling scared that something like that could have actually happen.

Anthonn pulled you close to him. Slowly, as if he'd give you all the time in the world to push him away any second if you'd like.

You didn't.

You just let yourself get leaned against his chest, but you heard no heartbeat. "Not even a beating heart..?", you asked softly, and Anthonn forgot he was dead.

"S-sorry about that..I-I actually wanted to calm you down with my, um, heartbeat, b-but it didn't work, and I forgot..!", he tried to reason, feeling embarassed of himself. You huffed.

"It's alright. It...still calms me down.", I say softly, and Anthonn sighs in relief.

and you two stayed like that, with you getting calmed down and comforted in Anthonn's arms, and after that, you got introduced to the circus.

You still couldn't believe that you lost your loved ones, or that you were about to travel the world like that. You also couldn't believe that Anthonn was blushing around you.

Madly so.

Fast forward, Anthonn confessed shyly, and it was the sweetest confession you've ever heard. And a sweet relationship blossomed. You loved Anthonn dearly, with him loving you back twice as much.

But...that's where the hormones kicked in.

...

"mmh, __- *kiss* -__! Please *kiss* gimme *kiss* a break!", Anthonn tried to say, panting as he did so, but you were too drunk on his lips to listen. Too in love to stop. Too determined to make himself and yourself feel good, as you just kept kissing him fevereshly.

"Don't wanna", you whispered before you angled his head to your liking and licked at his lips, wanting him to part them. And who was Anthonn to deny his lover?

However, there was another problem besides your onslaughter of affectionate physical love which was taking the air out of Anthonn's lungs.

You guys were right behind the stage as Anthonn started to part his lips for you, and he became a goner when your tongue went into his mouth. You were just...so...skilled! How come he couldn't do that?

Anthonn couldn't help but close his eyes in bliss when you lazily let your tongue explore his mouth, all the while your hands travelled around his body -even private parts- and he blushed intensly.

He didn't stop though. He didn't tell you to stop, nor did he push away. He actually pulled you closer because he didn't like the distance. (Anthonn please you guys nearly have your tummy's touching.) He was hugging you now, with you kissing him softly but passionately, and he could hear the cheers.

He imagined having a wedding with you, where they'd cheer louder than that, right at the moment where he'd kiss you after the guy would say: "you may now kiss the bride".

He whimpered at the thought, but you mistook it for something else. You immediately parted yourself from him, looking him in the eyes.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry if was going too harsh on you...", you spoke softly, caressing his red face. He looked to the side, embarassed.

"n-no, I'm alright!", he said quickly, and that was where a worker of the circus showed up. "C'mon Thonny, you need to make another announcement for who is going up next!!!"

But, the worker raised their eyebrows upon seeing Anthonn's red face, with lipstick marks adorning mostly his mouth, and then all over his face and neck. He even had your lipstick stains on his hands.

"...nevermind, we'll just do it ourselves...", the worker said with a knowing look, smirking at you and Anthonn before they left.

Anthonn whined at that. You huffed in amusement. "Hey, at least the whole circus didn't see us makingg out.", you mused, laughing when Anthonn groaned at that, while covering his face shyly.

you then took his hands away from his face and stared at him lovingly. "Wanna stop?", you asked, grinning at him.

Anthonn averted his eyes before he took you to a more secluded area, and you guys went back on your ministrations.

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Heyyyy how was that? Pretty short, but I did my best! Sorry, but I didn't really know how to keep going and..yeah.

read you in the next post!

[whimperaudioconnoisseur]

exploring kink is me healing my relationship with sex and i wanted to talk a bit about that

relevant context: i’m autistic but didn’t know that until i was in my late 20s. as such, i often felt like i was trying and failing at being a human.

as a teen i found the idea of sex scary, but at 18 i felt ready to see what the fuss was about and so i had sex. it was fine. but the social reward afterwards was addicting. suddenly i was seen as a person who counted, someone to take equally seriously as anyone else. i felt like i had finally found the ticket to passing as a human being. so being a person who had sex became a big part of how i masked in my late teens and early 20s. sex was to me, at that point, the fee i had to pay to be a person.

around my mid 20s i started learning about kinky stuff and i was conflicted. i found it interesting, but it also felt like the fee to be an acceptable person had gone up. i tried to start exploring it, but the pressure i felt made me anxious so i pulled back. feeling like i had to do all these things just to “not be boring” made me go the opposite direction and say: fuck you, i am boring. and i started to at least dream that i could be liked without making concessions regarding my body.

another thing that turned me off from kink at this time was the idea i had that i “should” be submissive??? guessing that had to do with societal gender roles, possibly also the fact that i love plushies and pastel colours and cute stuff i kept seeing connected to sub roles.

after starting to realise i might be autistic, i had a sex free relationship that was amazing. i felt so seen and loved and it was incredibly fulfilling. i then had another relationship with vanilla sex that, while flawed in some ways, felt sexually safe and not transactional like i had viewed sex in the past.

which leads us up to a sexting session with a friend that changed everything. they were so excited to get to do that with me, and because i know and trust them i had a great time. we sort of naturally fell into a d/s dynamic where i was dominant, and afterwards i was like oh. i see. i started doing a ton of research about bdsm and now here we are. (don’t worry, i did check in with my friend about it since we hadn’t negotiated the dynamic we ended up having. luckily it was all good and they enjoyed it, but please don’t intentionally try to start a dynamic without negotiation.)

i no longer feel the need to do anything i don’t want to. i know that i’m a person who counts no matter what. i don’t have to do sex in any way but the way i like it, or at all. (i also don’t have to do dominance in any way but the way i like it, for that matter.)

which means i can actually have fun with sex and kink now. feels good. :)

[lifessoshortandsoami]

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Luna Profile and Facts; Luna's Ideal Type

Luna (루나) is a member of the South Korean co-ed group BTS under Big Hit Music.

Stage Name: Luna (루나)

Birth Name: Park Aera (박애라)

Birthday: February 27, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Height: 153 (5'0)

Weight: 46 kg (101 lbs)

Blood Type: AB+

MBTI Type: INFP

Representative Emoji: 🐼

Luna's Spotify list: LUNA's comfort tracks

Instagram: luna

Luna's Facts:

- She was born in Jinhae-gu, Gyeongsangnam-do, South Korea

-Her family consisted of her adopted Mother and Father.

- Education: Seoul School of Performing Arts; Global Cyber University

- She attended Baek Yang Middle school.

- Luna attended Seoul performing art high school, she graduated in February 2017.

- She is the only girl in the group.

- She loves eating spicy food, sweet food basically everything.

- Her favourite colors are pastel colours. Mostly lavender.

- She speaks Korean, English and Japanese.

- She either needs to sleep on a low height bed or with someone who can hold her because she falls off bed while sleeping. (BTS Run ep. 31)

- She has Arachnophobia (fear of spiders).

-She is a lefty.

- Although she catches a cold easily, she still loves rainy or snowy weather.

- She has a dimple on her right cheek.

- Loves plushies so much that every corner of her dorm (room) and the studio has a plushie there.

-Luna is very clumsy

- She trips, falls, and bumps into things so much that the members had to put corner guards on the furnitures in their apartment. (V-Live)

- She has helped write many songs for her group. Some of them are Magic Shop, Spring Day, Pied Piper, Fake Love, Filter, Make It Right, Life Goes On, Mikrosmos, Young Forever, Serendipity, Whalien 52, 00:00 (Zero O'Clock), and many more songs.

- She knew BangChan from Stray Kids before debuting.

- She is a fan of many groups.

- She is extremely flexible due to learning contemporary dance at an early age.

- Her most comfortable sitting position is wariza or w sitting as everyone says. When the boys noticed her sitting like that they also tried to sit but everyone ended up almost breaking their legs except Hoseok. (Knowing Brother ep. 94)

- One of her favorite things is to play the piano.

- She can also play the violin and guitar very well.

- She is mostly paired with Jungkook or is on his team during Run BTS. There's just some unnatural force that pulls them together (as stated by Jin).

- Has been in many false dating rumors just because of her friendliness.

- She has PTSD and panic disorder due to her biological parents.

- She has said that because she didn't receive much love in her childhood, her members make sure that she feels loved 24/7.

- She is very innocent.

- The members have said that she smells the nicest in BTS. Jungkook even mentioned that Luna's scent is his favorite.

- She loves Taehyung's fashion sense and thinks only he can pull off the outfits he wears.

- The most popular ship in the whole KPop involves her and Jungkook.

- Luna placed 3rd on TC Candler's "The 100 Most Beautiful Faces of 2018", 2nd in 2019, and 1st in 2020, 2021, and 2022.

- She's very good friends with Ariana Grande.

- Her shoe size is 210 mm

- She is said to be a very skilled cook.

- She loves reading books, mostly romance novels.

- The members say that Luna smells very pleasant.

- Luna likes collecting souvenirs.

- Luna's ideal date: "Something sweet, like cooking together at home, eating then cuddles. But if he wants to go out then we could go to a cafe... or a library!"

- Some of her popular quotes are: "You got this, girl! Fighting!" and "Am I dreaming?"

Other members about Luna:

- Suga: "Luna is both just like me and opposite of me at the same. Watching her grow from a little girl to the beautiful women she has become now makes me feel like her dad. (laughs)"

- RM: "Wants to be loved. Very kind and gentle, is timid, selfless. She responds and listens well. Says she wears anything but you can see she's got style, very cute type of clothes. Is bright for everyone but dark for herself, very hardworking and self-criticising. Somehow smells pleasant all the time. Very supportive of others, will cheer for you even for the small achievements. She is a cutie."

- Jin: "I've raised her well, she is my child."

- J-Hope: "I love her personality, although I'd have to say that she is too selfless. Doesn't think about herself, her priorities are always the people she loves. She cares for everyone and makes sure that we're eating well."

- V: "She's very cute, I can never say no to her. I talk to her a lot, she is my safe place. She doesn't get angry, and if she does you don't need to fear her. I actually think she seems cuter when she is angry, and she gets angrier when I say that to her."

- Jimin: "She is too selfless, kind and caring. Very gentle, and innocent. I always talk to her about my feelings and she listens without interrupting, giving me her full attention. Very cute."

- Jungkook: "Too innocent and precious for the world. Very cute. She smells so pleasant all the time. Keeps our dorm room clean, although her plushies are everywhere. I love spending time with her. She's the closest to me, we've been best friends since debut."

- Suga about Luna entering High School: "Luna was the most beautiful one there."

- V about Luna entering High School: "She probably was the shortest, you couldn't see her. She was holding Jungkook's hand or we couldn't have found her in the crowd."

- In the dorm, she shares a room with Jungkook. (180327: BTS' JHOPE & JIMIN - MORE MAGAZINE MAY ISSUE)

- Luna's ideal type is someone who would love her unconditionally. She would like someone with tattoos and piercings. Someone who stays fit. Has a cute personality.

Do you like Luna? Do you know more facts about her? Feel free to comment below.

[lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui]

at the last dark hour, the sun will rise again

Ayato and Laito's occasional bedtime routine. (that's bait, it's just a bit of angst)

Haven't got the guts to call him up

Walk around as if you never cared in the first place

But if you never call, you'll end up stuck

Without another chance to tell him off right to his face

Although it was a fact that in between the triplets, Ayato and Laito were identical, some days nowhere felt more alien than under his striking green gaze.

He wasn’t some model older brother who knew his brother relied on him.

Yet he wondered when all was said and done; when the night passed and the sun crouched on the horizon, his blasted phone would go off, he’d let the missed call float away in the emptiness of the room, listening to the birds that occupied Subaru’s garden chirp their annoying greetings.

Then it rang again. Habits die hard.

When he picks up he never expects whom it may be, he’s learned his own couple of tricks over the years where he likes to imagine a face with a voice. The husky ones are brunettes with pretty hazel eyes, the soft ones have pin-straight hair, with the softest-looking cheeks he’s ever seen straight out of Kanato’s collection. Some high pitch red-head who wears shimmery lip gloss with endless legs, a blonde with her blowout all fucked up. Still, the eyes are the smartest grey he’s ever seen, and the pitiful hoarse voices with the nicest pair he’s ever seen with shiny black hair that hangs down to their waist - they never take his number when he offers whilst leaving.

The gruff ones where he knows there’s some pissed dude on the line ready to rip them a new one and shut his bar.

But he’s also never arrogant enough to think he’ll be right every time, but time teaches well, and not once has he ever been wrong when he swore not a single one of the women would have green eyes.

So he receives their address with a little ping, sometimes he picks his shirt off his floor where it’s been since he got home from practice, or a clean one walking around the long cold body on the floor, or getting off the couch at some girl he’ll never see again to get his shoes whilst she watches him asking if he was waiting for his girlfriend all night to call why bother taking her home.

He takes a bus, he drives, he hops over the train barrier, sometimes he likes to walk, no matter how far, the strain is nice on his legs, the early morning air freezing yet refreshing, the pastels making his red locks look rosy, Yui had once said it made him look kind. Like every new day, a softer version of him also opened his eyes or some bullshit.

He knocks three times and waits.

And ceremoniously, his brother is pushed into his arms, no one ever denies their relationship(the resemblance is uncanny), and the door shuts, sometimes with a polite greeting.

Once again it is just Ayato and Laito, haphazard limbs tangled, leaning on each other, against everyone on the other side.

Ayato had always imagined if he had a trail to follow things wouldn’t have turned out like this, the centuries passed in the blink of an eye, the women changed, and his brother grew taller, he could even grow a pathetic patch of stubble now - but he also grew more malicious than the mischievous child he once was.

Yet Ayato stayed the same, stuck in a prison of his own being; the signs that are so obvious now make him wonder if he truly is as slow as everyone thinks he is.

Laito always shone on whatever stage you put him on, it made him so envious as a child watching his brother change colours like a chameleon, doing whatever he wanted whilst Ayato got put in a straight-jacket, caused no harm, always dealt with the screaming, the bruises, the cuts, the burns, and the sharp heel that dug into his ribs whatever novelty that made his mother see potential in him had clearly run out.

His brother tried their best, but he learnt quickly that the comments pointing out the similarities between him and her weren’t just about what looked back at him in the mirror, he grew a temper. Not anger no, because anger can be fruitful, it fights with you keeping you warm when everything else within you is so rotten and hollow, temper seizes your heart like a hummingbird, it makes you vicious and intelligent as it circles for blood ready to fight dirty with whatever is at your disposal before the other party hurts you first.

Even if it means breaking your baby brother’s heart, looking at that identical face that’s twisted in confusion, biting down to stop himself crying, his soul sullied by the one person who was meant to stand by his side. Byt the words didn’t stop, and his carnivorous temper had found its feast.

Perhaps if he wasn’t the one to burn bridges, a long, long away in the distance they would’ve turned out okay. But whenever Laito performed he would always turn his head the slightest winking to let him know, even though Ayato always knew because it was them.

The 2 of them.

Side by side.

Back to back.

If one was suffering the blinding lights of the stage, nauseous and nervous, sweat dripping down his collar, centre stage- the other was just off the side, watchful eyes, in the dark ready to drag Icarus away from the sun.

He didn’t know when Laito had stopped turning to him, he didn’t notice the lacklustre grins, the bloody nails from spending nights trying to drag himself away from the hell their mother had built, the flinching, the lack of appetite, the constant days spent in the infirmary far from his sights.

He didn’t even want to sleep with Kanato and him anymore because of a flimsy excuse, Ayato had believed him even though the violent night terrors, the shivers that would capture him, and the silent tears- oh the silent tears when he jerked away from his own brother’s touch had hurt him like no other. A cry for help that had all been ignored because he was selfish.

Selfish, selfish, selfish.

…he can’t even remember the last time he heard Laito laugh, not the imposter’s laugh that had taken him. The one had sounded like the harsh winters covered with rose petals as if the beauty could distract you from the blizzard about to ruin you.

He wanted his brother back, but it was far too late now wasn’t it?

Because the touches had broken him and scraped all that was good and kind from his brother and it was his fault. And in his desperation he sought solace in the pain because surely this is what love is, this is what he deserves.

Ayato had a multitude of thoughts of all the things he would do if he could do it again.

But in the deepest of shadows, a voice would sometimes whisper to him, that he really was such a bastard because he knew what had happened, he had always known, he had seen his brother’s face drop, and the way the light drained from his eyes during breakfast when Ayato wouldn’t meet his eyes, the way he started avoiding him even though he knew it would make Laito so much lonelier than he already was.

Because if Cordelia had pushed Laito in, Ayato had watched him struggle and fight a losing battle, watched him silently beg for help, as he grew weaker and weaker and Ayato had turned his back.

Because the truth of the matter is Ayato is a coward, he is weak and so terrified most days he thinks he’s going insane, and he is so much more pathetic and evil than anyone realises because he turned away all because it meant putting too much on the line to dive into the water again for someone else.

Even if that someone was Laito.

So he takes Laito home, lets him turn on the music, no longer in the blissful realm of unconsciousness that he drank himself into, and he would take him home.

He picks a direction where the sun hits them, to warm Laito up because his frigid heart couldn’t even be brave enough to hold his brother’s hand, which has always been colder than his. Although now his hands were far bigger and calloused and covered in blood, years ago they were inseparable, hand in hand.

Laito is most docile in these moments, it scares him, and the quiet reminds him of how Laito refused to do anything when he first came out of the dungeons, Laito turns up the music and turns to him, the action makes Ayato anxious.

The Laito in his peripheral ponders something before mouthing something to him.

Bastard.

Why did you come?

I hate you.

You left me behind.

He’s never had the strength to ask.

He draws a bath for Laito and puts his old clothes in Reiji’s wash basket whilst Laito gets in. he waits as long as he can before he enters, towel in hand - as expected Laito had scrubbed himself raw parts of him so pink it looks like the blood will burst out of him. He’s careful not to touch Laito’s skin when he picks him up, Laito notices, he’s always noticed although he is pretty sure they believe different reasons for why.

It makes him sick that his brother thinks he’s disgusted at the thought of touching him, but that isn’t a conversation for now, he will simply add it to the many other things he wished he could tell his brother.

When Laito finally lays down in bed, he puts one arm over his eyes, Ayato knows that’s his cue to leave but rather he takes his other hand, he’s firm with his touches knowing how detestable Laito finds the feather-light brushes. He slides his pinky though Laito’s, like the pinky promises they used to make, he knows Laito still isn’t ready to let him completely back in.

So they stare at the sun as it rises, the light making both of them softer, till Laito falls asleep. Ayato still stares, their fingers interlocked. It honestly surprises him how they lived through to get to this moment.

He would do anything for him, whatever he wanted. Even if that meant, slowly taking his hand away and erasing any sign he was there, leaving before Laito woke up again.

[httpscomexe]

Gods and Their Necklaces (Pt2)

Summary:After your realm was discovered, attacks from other planets and foreigners have become common. Your King and Queen, also your parents as the Princess, have asked Asgard if their mightiest warrior, named Thor Odinson, would be able to protect the realm, with a heavy payment in the end.

Parings: Thor (Post Ragnarok) x Reader (Mentions of Y/N), (Kinda bratty and not so grateful)

Warnings:Language, size difference (Non-Sexual),pet names, light fingering, implied forced marriage, there will be individual warnings per chapter, I plan on making this a dark one. If you don’t like non con, don’t get attached to this unless you like cliffhangers. (My English can be kinda bad, I didn’t proofread) It’ll get more serious next chapter.

Word Count: 2963

Pet names: Fawn, little fawn, princess, darling, love.

Note: I have a friend who creates a little picture of the outfits I put together for Y/N, I really only have that added because I know not everyone can easily decide on an outfit, and it helps with the picture.

The outfits all have a link that you can click/tap, it will take you to @sebastianbeanz page, where he's posted the outfits I've described so far if you wanna take a look.

I can’t take it anymore.

You thought to yourself, sitting on the edge of your royal bed with your elbows on your knees and your forearms crossed as you stared at the nothingness on the wall in front of you.

Since Thor has been in your life, everything has been torturous. You can barely leave the castle, you have no choice on what you wear, you’re not able to make simple decisions anymore. Last week you tried asking some of the castle maids for some lemon biscuits only for Thor to request ‘apple crisp cookies,’ then your order didn’t matter at all, and was completely forgotten about.

But just when you thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse…

“Good morning my fawn.” You internally groan as you hear his voice in your room and your face immediately falls into your hands.

“Good morning.” You pause, a long exaggerated sigh leaves your lips. “Thor.”

“I’ve chosen a nice dress for you today, I thought it was be nice to go to the market, maybe purchase a few trinkets before I show you my home when the barrier is finished.” He approaches your bed and when his heavy footsteps are right next to you, you uncover your face to see his hand outstretched with some lavender milk tea in a royal glass cup. The only good thing he’s done for you is make tea…

“Thank you.” You grumble, taking the cold tea and sipping from it.

“Of course, so the market?”

“Depends. The dress?”

“Well I’ve made sure to choose one that is to your preferences. Not so flowy, doesn’t attract too much attention, and it's short since it’s hot out.” When you turn your head to look at him. He has this stupid smile on his face like he’s begging for your approval, which he is. Then your eyes drift to his, there isn’t a hint of anything but happiness in them and sometimes it makes you think that your impending doom might not be that bad. He cares for you, he makes you feel safe, and he makes the best tea. And that smile?

No.

You hate him, he’s practically buying you by scaring people (Or aliens) out of your realm.

“Would you like to see it or would you rather sit in bed all day and stare at me.” Shit.

“Sorry! I’m sorry.” You could feel your face heat up when you realise you’ve started a staring contest. “Yes I’d love to see the dress.” Another stupid smile came up on his lips and yet another contest was about to start, but your saviours came into the room with your new little summer dress. No. Dresses?

“I thought you’d like to choose the colour as well.” He grunts a little as he stands, pushing himself up with his hands on his thighs as he stands near the three maids who were working on lying out the dresses, all three with the same exact design, only a different colour. One was lavender, one was a pastel sort of pink, and the last one was a beautiful sky blue.

“No red this time..?” you questioned as your eyes darted between the three dresses. Normally if he let you choose anything through colours, there would be three different shades of red, not three completely different colours.

“You said you weren’t fond of the colour red.”

I’d be fond of it if it wasn’t your capes entire mood.

“Well thank you.” You say awkwardly, standing up from the bed with your drink still cupped in your hands.

All three dresses were short. You don’t expect them to pass your knee, and they’d barely reach the half point on your thighs. One thing is for sure, if you dropped something you’d be giving everyone a show. As if the thighs weren't enough skin, each of them were also off shoulder and they had a simple, barely noticeable flower design in the fabric.

“They’re beautiful, I can’t choose.” You say finally.

“Maybe I can suggest my favourite?” As you nod, he walks to the maid in the middle who was holding the blue one, vibrancy would be your thing today. “That’s all we’ll need help with here ladies, thank you for bringing the dresses.” He gives the maids a charming smile before they leave the room, leaving behind the blue dress, a cute blue tiara, and… Sneakers? That’s not royal, not at all.

Apparently he could see the confusion all over your face. “I uh…” He grabbed the sneakers which had white socks tucked inside of them and he placed them on the bed. “I thought you’d want to be comfortable while walking in the market today.”

You bitch? No that’s sweet, why am I getting mad?

“Thank you.” Thank you? “That’s actually very considerate of you, thank you Thor.” That's better. Why am I freaking out? Oh yea. He told my maids who dress me everyday out of my room.

“Well now then, don’t be shy.” He approaches you, gently brushing some of your messy hair behind your ear. Fucking butterflies. “Find me your brush, I’d like to do your hair as well.” Oh fuck my life. Without a word, you cautiously step towards your bathroom which is connected to your room, and you find your pink hairbrush, then you walk back into your room and hand it to him as he asked.

“Can’t my-” Your voice cracks, and you force yourself to clear your throat. “Can’t my maids dress me.”

“Oh of course they can, little fawn.” He grabs your chair which was at your makeup table, and he pulls it out, swaying his hand to tell you to take a seat, which you do. “How about a simple ponytail, or just a messy bun?” He asks, starting to grab sections of your thick hair, brushing through it gently so he’s careful not to pull it.

“Just a ponytail should do I suppose.” You fight to keep your voice even, not wanting to be rude.

“Ponytail it is darling.” He repeats, continuing to gently brush tangles out of your hair and then he takes a blue hair tie to match your dress as he gently pulls your hair into a high ponytail, leaving two small strands of bangs in your face. Fuck you mom. 

As his hands skillfully brought your hair into the ponytail, his fingers gently brushed against the back of your neck and you couldn’t help but feel lightheaded. “There we are.” He places his hands on your shoulders and you look at eachother in the mirror for a moment. “I can’t wait to make you mine…” He leans down, whispering in your ear, then he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, causing your lips to involuntarily part, and you could just feel him smirking against your skin before he pulls back and grabs your dress. “Come on, let’s get you out of those night clothes, and into this dress.” He gently sets the dress on the bed and helps you stand before grabbing the end of your cropped night shirt and pulling it over your head without warning.

“Thor-!” You quickly bring your arms around your chest, you normally don’t wear a bra at night since it’s uncomfortable, and now you were worried about him removing your shorts which had no damned panties under them.

“What? Get used to it, I’ll be seeing a lot more in about a week.” He then grabs hold of your the band on your shorts and is about to pull them down, but you quickly bring one of your arms down to hold them up.

“Thor!” You repeat, and he simply laughs at you.

“You should see your face right now, I wouldn’t have to choose a red dress if your face was like that all the time.”

“My face wouldn’t be red if you’d respect my boundaries.”

“You wouldn’t have to have boundaries if you’d accept your future.”

“You wouldn’t be in my future if my father had boundaries, what is with you two and disrespecting them.”

“How about we move past this and you let me dress you? Please move your hands now, fawn.”

“Make me.” Oh shit. “Wait!” The hand that was only still holding your shorts up shoots up to his chest as he quickly steps closer to you and you plastered on a sweet smile and you chuckle a little.

“Let me take them off, and move your hands.” He demands, leaving no room for argument.

“Fine.” You say reluctantly, moving your hands away from your chest, leaving you exposed to his suddenly hungry eyes.

“That’s my girl.” He says softly, his large hands hover over your waist, and your entire body shivers. “Stay still.” His hands now move to your shorts, pulling them down slowly as if to tease you as his body is almost flush against yours, any closer and you two would merge together. “No bra… No panties…” He whispers in your ear, his rough voice causing your eyes to roll a little. “Such a naughty princess…” Theres a growl in his throat, and you know its taking all of him to hold back his own emotions, all of him to not fuck you against the cold wall that was already touching your back, but you never expected a whole new wave of feelings to wash through you as he actually removes your shorts, dropping them to the ground and he helps you step out of them before throwing them to the side, and you’re relieved when his eyes weren’t eating in your appearance and he instead helped you get into your dress. “How does that fit so far?” He mumbles.

“Fine.” your voice is small, and you choke a little on your words.

“Turn around my love.” He steps back, making a circular motion with his finger, and you obediently turn around, allowing him to tie the lace on the back of the dress.

“Sh- Thor…” You say quietly as his hands fall onto your waist and he pulls your back against his front, you ass cushioning his hard erection which you could feel through his pants.

“Yes my fawn, is there a problem?” He taunts, his hands making their way under your dress and up your thighs, and when you look up from his wandering hands, his eyes look back at you through the mirror. “Your skin is so soft…” He whispers into your ear, and you groan a little, but really it was a cover for the moan that would’ve escaped your lips from his hand making its way between your thighs. “You smell so sweet…” He leans down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “If you’d like… we could always pass on the market.” He offers, his index fingers now tracing its way up to where your body needed him most, and he knows you want it when your jaw goes slack and mouth opens just slightly. “We could see just how sweet you really are.” He finished, pressing kisses to your neck, causing you to whimper a little, and that’s all he would get.

“I actually wanted to show you something at the market now that you mention it.” you keep your voice even, and his little hand show freezes.

“If you insist.” He looks into your eyes through the mirror, and you could see the impatience in his own eyes. “Eventually though…” He whispers in your ear again, and the tips of his fingers trace a line from your lower stomach to your sternum, the little blue dress falling back over your skin and covering you again as his hand gets higher.

“Well.” He suddenly says loudly, “Let’s get going then.” You reach into your drawer as he makes his way to your door. “Oh you won’t be needing those.” He gently stops your hand. “Not until I’m leaking between your thighs and we need them to keep from a mess.”

You’re absolutely done. Frozen in place. Teeth clenched shut tight and you physically can’t move.

“Unless you’d like to change that really quick, then maybe I’ll consider letting you wear them.” He closes the drawer and you cross your arms back over your chest. “No? That’s too bad.” He smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you. “Then let's get going darling.” He takes your hand and pulls you forward before placing his hand on the small of your back, leading you out of your room.

“Thor!”

“Good morning sir Odinson!”

“Good morning Thor!”

“Good day today isn’t it Thor!”

Thor, Thor, Thor, Thor, Thor. If I hear his name one more goddamn time today.

“How’s it going Thor?”

“Wonderful Mr. Winters, and yourself?” You were starting to believe you were the only one who hated having Thor in your realm.

“I’m doing absolutely splendid myself sir, would you two like a cookie or biscuit? My pleasure.” Mr. Winters, the baker in the realm that everyone goes to, and he provides to everyone as well. He’s frail, and he’s friendly, his white hair has done him no justice but he’s gotten tired of dying it, now only colouring it on certain occasions.

“Oh we’d love one of each, a cookie for this lovely lady and a biscuit for myself.” Oh so now you like biscuits?

“Of course.” He opens the little basket full of treats and he hands you a snickerdoodle cookie, your favourite, and he hands Thor a vanilla biscuit, Mr. Winter's favourite which quickly became Thor's favourite.

“Thank you, we appreciate it, don’t we princess Y/N?” He nudges you a little.

“Of course, thank you Mr. Winters, it’s exactly what I’ve needed.” You smile sweetly, taking a small bite out of the cookie as the two men speak for a minute and then wish each other a good day, followed by his large hand snaking its way around your waist, and for some dumbass reason, you lean against him as you walk, which only made him hold you closer throughout the entire walk through the market.

“Look at that.” He says as you reach your room again. “We’ve just enough time to relax together before the rooms close.” He sets a small bag of things from the market on your table and then he faces you again, stepping towards you to cup your small face in his large hands. “What shall we do then?” And more fucking butterflies. This dude is no God of Thunder, clearly he’s got magic for women. No matter how much you hate him, you can’t find the strength to hate his touch. Maybe I don’t hate him.  You think as you take a single step closer to him, causing a smirk to appear on his lips. “Just let me make you feel good Fawn… you could always pay me back later.” He gently takes your chin between his index finger and thumb, then forces you to look up at him. “I know you want me to touch you.” He mumbles, his fingers tracing your jawline, moving down to the pulse on your neck, your collar bone, down the centre of your chest, then back up to your neck.

“No.” Is all that comes from your mouth, and you see his chest huff a little as he laughs at your quick response.

“No?” He repeats, stepping closer, your bodies once again, almost flush against each other. “My, my, are you stubborn…” He chuckles a little again, his eyes lightening up and you feel his large palms trailing up your sides, lifting your dress over your hips, then his hands reach behind you, removing the lace from your dress. “Stop me then.” He threatens, whispering in your ear as he removes the dress, and you try to back away but he just holds you to the wall, completely exposed.

“Thor…” You say calmly, hoping he would simply stop, but he’s not a simple man and you knew that.

“Just stay quiet, and let us both enjoy this.”

“Thor…” Your voice gets more high pitched as he takes the back of one of your knees and he lifts it to his waist, the cool air making you wince as it waves over your heat.

“Shhh…” He holds your leg up, and his other hand finds its way between your bodies as he lifts you slightly, your toes barely touching the ground.

“Thor let go of me.” Your voice cracks and your hands shoot up to his chest, trying to push him away but he doesn’t budge.

“Make me…” He growls as his finger finds your clit and he wastes no time in putting his work into it. Not even seconds later, his middle finger was reaching further, and as you feel his finger enter your tight heat, a broken moan escapes your lip. “Fuck…” He groans. “You’re so fucking tight fawn… Can barely take a finger…” He taunts as he starts to slowly thrust his finger inside of you, the side of his thumb and his palm roughly moving against your clit as he draws elicit moans and whimpers from your throat. “But I suppose since you don’t want it…” You fuck. He slowly draws his hand away from your entrance. “I guess you’ll just have to wait until you're mine, won’t you?” He smiles and you want to smack that damn look off his face. What am I thinking? I want nothing to do with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, my little fawn, sleep well.” He leans forward, letting your leg go down, and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. Then he turns around and leaves your room, leaving you standing there, frozen, not able to move.

I don’t think this could possibly get any worse, could it?

[francis-writes]

What if s/o tries to convince Frollo to play Neko Atsume bc s/o knows Frollo loves cats and s/o wants Frollo to at least have some hobbies other than dramatically singing to his fireplace?

A/N: i started playing this to understand this game better and now i am addicted. Thank you anon.

"What?" Claude looked at you with surprise and disappointment, as if you just suggested to him that he should try jelly wrestling. What would be a funny sight as you started thinking about it. "What 》what《? I said that you may try this game. It's funny and relaxing..." "I don't play games" Claude crossed his arms "Well, at least, mobile ones. Sudoku or crosswords, monopoly perhaps... they at least let you train your mind " (You decided to stay silent and don't mention that monopoly can only trigger Claude's lowest instincts. You avoided playing it because a few times it almost ended your relationship when he lost, flipping the board, insulting every player and yelling "it isn't a game! You're all frauds!". Not to mention the one time he once almost got in a fist fight when captain of guard and threatened to arrest him. Fortunately, after last lost game, Claude burned the whole monopoly set, muttering that this game is rigged) "But mobile games..." Claude continued his crusade against any form of entertainment "...they cloud your mind. They make you addicted. And most important, they are stupid" "Please, just try" you sat beside him, took his phone and googled the game you found for him. "You can always delete it later" "Why do you want me so much to play this game?" He looked at you with suspicion and he  throw a glance at his phone "Neko Atsume? What kind of devil's invention it is?" "You just have to encourage cats to visit your yard. You leave snacks and toys for them. Tutorial will explain you everything" Claude sighed. "Fine. If it's gonna make you happy" *** Half of an hour later you came back to your bedroom, just to find Claude absorbed in the game. He heard your steps and looked up at you, showing you his phone. "Did you know there's a cat named Snowball? Just like my horse" "That's nice" you sat beside him and looked at the screen "it seems you enjoy this" "Yes, I must admit... as I said before these games are addictive... pastel colours, happy music and fluffy cats can make man forget about his duties" "Well, you can uninstall-" "It is really relaxing though. I need some peaceful time, considering how responsible and demanding my job is" You patted his back and rested your head on his shoulder, observing him playing. *** "Claude, are you coming? Your dinner is gonna be cold!" He entered the room with a phone in his hand sat at the table. "I need your advice" "Hmpf?" You replied with mouth full of pasta. "Do you think I should buy a shopping box for cats or should I save money for Athletic Cat Gym? It costs 650 silver fishes but it looks pretty good. And it will certainly bring me a lot of cats" You shrugged. "Save your fishes then" Claude nodded and showed you his phone. "Look, 24 cats already visited me. I need to make a photos of Ginger and Bandit, I don't have them in my album yet" You nodded, trying to look as supportive as it's possible when you have mouth full of spaghetti. *** You finished your evening routine and left the bathroom. Claude was laying on the bed, fully involved in investing in luxurious Tuna Bits. You layed on the bed and started stroking his chest. He didn't move. "Darling, aren't you tired? You were playing this whole day" He gave you a quick peck on the cheek and came back to playing. "I'm sorry but this is truly absorbing... I need to get all the cats from the village in my catbook" Well, it seemed that in Claude's case, Monopoly wasn't the only game triggering his lowest instincts. "You know it isn't a competition?" You leaned over and bit his earlobe. He gasped but didn't interrupt making photos of Pickles. "It is very pleasant, darling... but I am a bit tired today. I promise, I will give you more affection tommorow" he kissed your forehead. Small correction. This game triggered your lowest instincts.

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Hello,can I get headcannons on How would the diaboys react to an indian s/o (btw I really love your blog)😄

You didn't specify characters so I've just done the Sakamakis :)

I'm not from india and I don't really know anything about indian culture so I had to look a lot up, sorry if anything is not accurate! I don't think that they would treat you any differently so this ended up being how would they react to certain things lol

SHU

Shu wouldn't react much when you initially tell him you're Indian, but you will probably have to fend off several kama sutra jokes before you put your foot down

Indian classical music is so different from the Western fare he grew up performing, so he'd be intrigued by any old songs you have to show him

Might even try to master some traditional instruments if he gets the opportunity

REIJI

He'd be very interested in India's history, especially since there are still so many ancient practices and languages alive for him to learn about

Probably the most likely to ask you to actually take him to visit India

And of course, knowing he's a tea maniac, how could you not introduce him to chai? He wouldn't drink anything else for weeks

AYATO

For some reason, I see Ayato as being really shocked that you're not Japanese - the first time he hears you speaking your native language throws him for a loop

("Ayato," you say, "I even have an accent when I speak Japanese..." and he's standing there as if you've told him you've got three tits)

To his credit he does try to engage in your culture, but his way of doing it is searching "cool funny indian things????" on YouTube

Don't bring him to any weddings because he will have tried to learn some terrible 2000s Indian pop music video choreography and he will perform it

KANATO

Kanato would love seeing you dressed up in your traditional clothing for any occasion - it's not the frills and pastel colours he's used to but he'd be obsessed with seeing you in a sari

It's a bonus if you can bake him some of your sweets, too - he was hesitant to try them at first since they're a little different from Japanese cuisine, but now he loves jalebi especially

LAITO

Laito is excited to get to know Indian culture - you're both Asian but it's so different, he wants to know aaall about you

Very into the movies and ugly-cries at them

When he meets your aunties they adore him, it’s kind of embarrassing how easily he charms them

And also kind of sad how they seem to like him more than you...

SUBARU

Of course Subaru's noticed that you look different from the other Japanese students at school, but he's never thought to ask you that much about India

Subaru has never been passionate about human food, but he surprisingly likes what you cook, especially the spicy curries from your region

You are yet to convince him to try any dancing, though