#vinyl trench coat

[mias-playground]

Pretty Little Thing Vinyl Trench Coat

#mias playground #womenswear #vinyl #vinyl trench coat #pretty little thing

[club-cheongyang]

#nct johnny #johnny suh #kpop idols #men's fashion #shiny clothing #vinyl outfit #black vinyl #seethrough #pleather #trench coat #nct 127 #born 1995

[moodr1ng]

no matter how hard we try, none of us here can "schizomax" our way to the level of effortless delusion achieved by my dad

#97 #nothing happened i just remembered the time he got me vinyls for my bday (as id asked) #and i had specifically said like. 5 bands or albums i was looking for for him to pick any one of. #man comes in like a month n a half after my birthday saying some shit about 'i got you records from bands youve probably never heard' #he meant SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES. #SIOUXSIE YOU THINK IDK WHO SIOUXSIE IS?? #like a week before i had told him abt the bands i did want records from i had been informing him that actually the term 'gothic rock' #had been coined in iirc 1967 to describe the doors bc he refused to admit that the doors were proto-goth #when like. listen to the end. #anyway this man heard all this from me then figured i probably never heard of SIOUXSIE AND THE BANSHEES #i was goth in high school btw. #like i was living under his roof when i was wearing slashed arm warmers and a deep purple chiffon skirt under a leather trench coat. #you witnessed all of whatever that was and you retained nothing???

[xiiistruggle]

the haveyouheardthisband blog is posting a lot lately that im begrudgingly clicking "yes" because they were either on the supernatural soundtrack or are a reference in jjba and im sat here like why is this my taste in music now. how did this happen

#who needs a dad to get you into dad rock when you have jjba and spn to do it for you i guess #i fall over and my moody blues and king crimson vinyl fall out of my trench coat etc

[swiftries]

VINYLS

summary : it was margot's turn to pick where to go for date night, and she had the perfect idea of what you'd like.

warning/s : margot robbie x fem! reader, brief smut, mostly fluff, some angst, top! margot, bottom! reader, profanities, not proofread.

word count : ya'll alr know i didn't check

authors note : this was requested here. margot is so goddamn angelic i can't. i'm so so sorry, the ending is really rushed, i can make a part two if you lot want one ! but anyway enjoyy ! ౨ৎ

+ btw men dni

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scrolling through your instagram feed, you shoved another handful of popcorn into your mouth. you had been sat on this same kitchen island stool for two hours and thirty three minutes. yes you were counting.

today was date night and you were so excited to see what margot had planned for the evening, well, for the first hour you were. now you were bored out of your mind. and really uncomfortable too.

picking at the seams of your floral dress, you eyed the dripping tap, willing your girlfriend to come down the stairs soon. maybe if you just ignored margot’s ringing phone in your hand two hours ago, you wouldn’t be here right now. she had texted you that the director called her into a major meeting that she just had to attend.

“I’ll only be a minute!” she called out as she shut the door to your shared bedroom. inhaling deeply, you hopped off the kitchen stool. taking off your leather trench coat and hanging it on the pole at the bottom of the stairs, you made your way to your bedroom where margot’s sweet voice chatted away in a hushed voice. you had decided to take matters into your own hands.

you opened the door slowly as you pressed your index finger to your lips, indicating margot to not take notice of your entrance. taking off your black doc martens, you smirked as you caught the blonde eyeing you down.

once your first task was done, you gently straddled your girlfriend, taking her free hand and guiding it to unzip your dress.

as you crawled off margot, you shimmied the dress off making sure to really emphasise your boobs.

margot drew her eyes away as she found herself stuttering on the phone. clearing her throat, she focused on the floor, forcing herself to stop gaping at you.

climbing into your girlfriend’s lap you started your ministrations on her neck, holding the blonde’s free hand in yours, making sure she doesn’t push you away. disguising her first moan with a load cough, margot glared down at you as the moans became more frequent.

working your way down to her breasts you groped and bit them through her cream coloured silk button down. taking a shaky breath, margot informed her director that she needed a second and would call her back immediately. after quick goodbyes, she ended the call as she pushed your hands away from her body.

“what the hell do you think you’re fucking doing?” , she questioned you, smoothing out her creased top. “oh don’t act like you’re so goddamn innocent, you kept me waiting for so long downstairs; any longer and i might’ve started decaying!” you grumbled as you glared at her.

“so you come up here and start seducing me? and may i add, while i was on a very important work phone call. what are you, three?” she grunted. grimacing as you looked at her expression, you almost regretted your actions. but two whole hours of your life had been wasted waiting for her to be done with this stupid thing and she promised you, she promised you this night was going to be amazing. and so far she was failing miserably.

picking your clothes up, you got dressed in silence, refusing to make eye contact with your girlfriend. putting your shoes on finally, you made your way out the bedroom door, not uttering a word.

thirty minutes later, margot came downstairs, an apologetic expression painted over her distinct features. "i'm so sorry baby. i knew that tonight was our night and i still let work take over. i should've told her it wasn't a good time, but i didn't. so i want to make it up to you. this whole weekend it's just me and you. i got my director to clear my calendar. i'm all yours." the blonde said, her tone filled with remorse.

you could make her really work for it, really punish her for making you wait. but not with those glistening ocean blue eyes silently begging you.

"fine." , was your short response as you hopped off the sofa, smoothing out your dress. "where are we going?" you asked, being extremely blunt on purpose.

"we're going vinyl shopping, i know how much you love them and-" cutting off her sentence midway, you jumped into her arms, any former conflict diminished. ? "baby that's so sweet! i love you, i love you, mphh", you giggled smothering margot in pecks all over her face.

grinning, margot eyed your face blissfully. "i'm happy you're happy." she sighed as she enveloped you in her arms, squeezing you tightly.

"i love you." she confessed into your neck, her arms wrapped around your waists. you were in for a night to remember.

#swiftries #swiftries asks #margot robbie barbie #margot robbie #margot robbie smut #౨ৎ answers ! #🎀 #margot robbie x reader #fluff #barbenheimer #new fic ! #barbie

[katz-chow]

you can meet me at my hotel

with nothing on under your trench coat

synopsis: price gets a glimpse into your line of work as the unlikely two of your careers cross paths for a mission. aka: price goes undercover and convinces you to be his femme fatale agent

warnings: suggestive themes, actually, very suggestive themes, gn! reader, poisoning, espionage, Florida.

a/n: GOD I AM DELULU, I had a dream of this like a few nights ago and while this ain't my fav piece nor is it very good, i had to write it

The American sector was all Laswell’s territory, but for this one, it became an international threat as a Bosnian mafia leader was said to be planning a visit to Miami. Which so happens to be where you were also staying as there was a press conference for your new movie. Laswell, sweet matchmaker she is, knew that you were in town, so she specifically requested Price for this assassination mission. Gaz came along too, only because she wanted him to have a break. 

Laswell called you two weeks before, informing you about the man and Price will be tracking down, using your press conference to get close to him. The plan was easy, you finish your conference and lure him into a conversation, invite him to LIV, and from there it was all Price. One thing she forgot to mention, however, was that Price didn’t know you were involved until he landed and you greeted him. This “American undercover agent” was you. 

“Love, what are you doing?” He whispered calmly, yet demanding in your ear as he nuzzled into you. From everyone else’s view, it was just two lovers reunited after months of waiting, which was true anyway.

“The eagle has landed.” You mumbled as pure bliss wrapped his strong biceps against your ribs. 

Laswell laughed in your earpieces, “Surprise John, you get an easy mission and see hot shot Hollywood queen too.”

Out of the corner of Price’s eye, he sees Gaz sitting with a woman, both with two cups of coffee on the table they shared. “Bastards you two.” He should’ve seen it coming with you wearing one of Gaz’s hats and Laswell’s sunglasses as your disguise from the paparazzi.

“Get on with it.” Laswell and Gaz cheered and laughed at the two of you with Price’s sour expression ruining this heartwarming moment as you giggle at him. 

The press conference went great, though Price’s anger and utter annoyance at you wrapping your arms around this very violent and dangerous man did make Laswell tease him the entire day until you two got to the club. 

Price wraps his arms around your waist as you stand in front of your mirror as you finished up doing your hair. “You’re so pretty, Love. My star of the show.”

You giggle and kiss his cheek, turning around and using your thumb to rub his cheek and groom his beard. “Are you ready?” You pat his suit jacket lapel and feel the glass vitals of white snake root extract. 

“Always.” His hand caresses your thigh to feel your holdout, a small handgun. Price insisted that you have one with you at all times throughout this mission, and just with you in general because he knows about hidden vendettas against celebrities. 

“Tarik? Right? We spoke today?” You purred as you slide into the VIP table next to the target. You lean your chest forward towards him and cross your legs. 

A few tables away was your own VIP table with some of your costars and their dates. Price leaned back against the vinyl booth, a glass of Don Julio Real swirling in his hand. The booming bass shook through his bones as his eyes stayed trained on you, Gaz’s voice in his ear as he instructs him to move to the bar on the 5th seat. He sees you reach for the man’s chin and drags it to your face. You whisper something to him, close enough that even the DJ couldn’t drown out the fake lust that dripped from your words. That was enough for him as he let you go and grab two drinks for the both of you. 

Walking up to Price in the 3rd seat at the bar, you wave down to the bartender and asked for a bottle of Remy Martin. Price paid and smirked at you. “Having fun here, Sweetheart? Never seen you before.” 

You giggle at his charades, “I’m usually filming or at E11even though. I like that accent you got going on.” 

“Worcester, Darling. I’m sure you’d love it more when it’s right in your ear, hm?” His breath felt hot on your ear lobe as your fingers moved to his chest, taking out the vital. “Have a drink with me instead, it’ll taste better.” 

You smile and roll your eyes playfully. As you stand with the two glasses, one filled and one empty, and the bottle in your other hand, you whisper something nonchalant to him. “We should film it then. Actress after all, right?”

John bit his cheek to cover up his growing smile as he stayed at the bar counter, thinking about the hotel room that he’ll be bringing you back to. Laswell gags, and Price rips out the ear piece and shoves it into his pocket.

#cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #cod #fanfic #katzwrites #captain john price #price x reader #john price #price #captain price #141 #cod mwf2 #john price x y/n #call of duty mw2 #john price x reader #captain price x reader #captain price x y/n #john price x you #captain john price x reader #call of duty modern warfare #mw2 #mwii #call of duty price #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #task force 141

[blackbellaswan1]

birthday wishlist

black trench coat

M-106-S112 New Rocks

Tekken 8

smith & wesson 686

hunting knife thats around 4-5 inches

70 pairs of black skinny jeans

night time my time by sky Ferreira on vinyl

black powder

stardom merch

thats it thats all i want

[katierosedreams2]

I’m not a sissy...4

College with Kailey didn’t go as I thought it would. With Trent leaving to go to the other side of the country for school, I thought he would finally give me the key to my cage. One of his rules was that I was never supposed to ask about it. But on the last day I was to see him, I just had to ask. After I sucked his cock, had him fuck me in the ass so hard, and then sucked his cock again, on my knees, covered and overflowing with his cum everywhere, I finally asked. “Thank you so much for letting me worship your superior, perfect, massive cock, and completely covering and filling me with your cum daddy! Thank you for using me as your cum dump and for your pleaser. I hope I made your big dick feel so good! C-can I finally have the key to my cage now since I won’t see you again?”

I was so scared to ask, and I felt so vulnerable and weak, dressed like a slutty girl in sheer lingerie drenched in his cum. He just laughed. “You're a stupid, pathetic little sissy cock slut! God, you really are a girl! I don’t have it! But don’t worry, it won’t be too far from you at college!” He took so much joy in humiliating and denying me. 

“Now take your girly shit and get out!” He commanded as he forcefully grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up from my knees and to his front door. He opened it and through me out. I almost fell over as I stumbled in my black 4inch patent leather pumps. I turned around, his cum running down my face and over my lips, parted as I spoke. “Wait! No not like this!” My feminine girly voice filled with fear. I thought back to when I first sucked his cock. That seemed like so long ago. I had no idea of the life ahead of me then.

So many emotions rushed back: shame and humiliation, I felt them again as I stood outside of his house again, this time in nothing but sheer black lingerie, stockings, and my heels. But I was still covered in his cum. I was frozen in shock. Just then, he opened the door, and put my black vinyl trench coat down with my purse, and then shut the door again. I tried to rush back inside but I was too slow in my heels. He slammed and locked the door right before I could get there. “No please Trent! You drove me here! How am I supposed to get home?” 

I heard him laugh on the other side of the door, “WALK SLUT! GOOD LUCK YOU CUM COVERED SISSY FAGGOT!” I couldn’t believe this was happening to me! Kailey was gone all summer in Europe and my mom was out of town with some guy she was seeing! I grabbed my coat and put it on. Trent had tied the waist belt really tight behind the back, so the coat couldn’t close. I tried to untie it but with my long French tips, covered in his cum, but I wasn’t able to. 

I grabbed my small matching black vinyl hand bag and had to walk the whole 3 miles home unable to fully cover myself. I used my handbag to cover my worthless, pathetic, caged little clitty showing through my sheer panties. But it was obvious I was covered in his thick cum. So many cars honked and whistled at me as they drove by. I just hung my head in shame and embarrassment. To them I looked like a real girl, an incredibly slutty one too! By the time I finally made it home, my feet were killing me and Trent's cum had hardened on my face and body.

Kailey got a huge kick out of hearing me tell her about it. After I finished, she told me she had already heard about it, however. She told me that Trent had filmed it! He even drove past me a few times and would stop to film me walking past him. I must have been too embarrassed and humiliated to notice. He had sent the videos to her. They both thought it was hilarious and posted it everywhere they could. Kailey said I should be complemented! After all, I deserve to be treated that way.  I don’t know why, but I can’t stand up to her, or even disagree with her. I was so horny. I hadn’t cum since I got spitroasted by Trent and Drake.

When I told her that Trent didn’t have the key anymore, he said it would be near. Did she know what that meant? “Of course you silly little sissy! Trent has given me your key! It was the last time you came on that very sexy day where you were loving getting double penetrated by Trent and Drake at the same time. God that was so hot!” You could hear the arousal in her voice.

“What!? Kailey, you have my key?!? You can let me out!!” I said, excited and hopeful that my nightmare might finally be over. After all, Kailey and I have grown so close as fiends, clearly she wouldn’t want me to still suffer like this!

“That’s right my girly little cock slut. But don’t worry sweetie, I won’t be unlocking you. Not for a long time at least. I know how important this is to you! Hey come to think of it, it's almost like your going to be my little sissy slave now. I think you should increase your hormones. Three times a day isn’t enough anymore. I want you to double it! Now I’m going to see you in two days. We can talk about this then. I can’t wait to have you as my little “slave!” Damn, that sounds so hot! Now I know Trent is gone so I want you to send me videos of you deep throating that massive 10 inch dildo you got for your birthday. At least 30 minutes a day. Speaking of deep throating, I’m going to go suck a huge cock, I can’t wait to see you soon girl!” She hung up the phone before I could even speak. What happened? I can’t believe this!!

The transition to living with  Kailey did not go how I thought it would. She told me she was going to keep me locked for my own good. I am a better behaved girl when I’m desperate and horny. If I was to ask to be unlocked she would flush my key down the toilet while I gagged on some guy's huge dick. Never able to be free. Of course, if I disobeyed a single of her commands, the punishment would be the same. She somehow managed to be sweet and loving throughout her telling me this whole thing. As if, in her mind, she was doing the kind, loving, right thing. As if it's really what I wanted her to do. 

It wasn’t all bad though. Her parents bought her a loft apartment near school for us both to stay in. She, of course, got the larger of the two rooms, but both were huge! The walk-in closet in my room alone was bigger than my old room at my mom's house! 

The whole apartment was remodeled and looked so modern, classy, and elegant. It was on the top floor of the building and took up half of the floor! We had a beautiful balcony and amazing views! It was very private and luxurious. In many ways it was almost like a fairy tail! 

My room, of course, looked incredibly feminine, like the whole house did. Kailey kept the standards of how I lived very high, and very girly. Not too different from what my mom and she had made me live before I left for college. But I was finally hoping I could escape from this feminization at least a little bit.

For instance, I don’t own a single thing, other than bikinis, bodysuits,  panties, or lingerie that wraps around my crotch. I was hoping that would change. No pants, no shorts, of any kind, period. Even my pjs are feminine, girly, or sexy, nightgowns, slips, or baby dolls. I was hoping I could start to wear sweat pants, or at the very least cute, trendy pants! But NO, I must ALWAYS be accessible to a real man at all times.

She has kept me going on my strict skin, hair, and body care routine. Never missing a step. I take hormones six times a day and must practice with my “toy” twice a day, ass and mouth, since I’m no longer being used by Trent for his pleaser any more. That is, if she doesn’t have a “friend” or guest over, I must be willing and excited to let them use me for their pleaser alone.

As much as I am her roommate and best friend, I am also her live-in maid. Twice a day, morning and evening, I am dressed as a slutty maid, like something out of a porno, and clean the house. I will also dress and act as a maid whenever she commands as well. And the rest of the time I’m dressed like I normally would, trendy, slutty, or both.

Of course, we are still best friends, so a lot of the time, things are mostly normal. We still hang out, go shopping, get our hair and nails done together. We watch chick flicks, make our meals together, help each other get dressed and pick out outfits together. We even study and attend classes together. We were both going for fashion design, not what I wanted to do, but Kailey convinced me of it. 

We are just like the best friends we were before, but every now and again she’ll take charge with this sweet, but stern, no-nonsense attitude. Some of our parties, for instance, I participate like everyone else. In other ones she makes me dress up like her sexy maid and serve her guests and clean up as it happens. Either way, I look like a cock craving, cum loving whore.

I always have super sexy dark smokey eye shadow and long lashes. My lip injected, dick sucking lips are always covered in lip gloss despite what lipstick is underneath. The guys get really horny from all of this. I get hit on a lot and Kailey won’t let me say no to any guys' sexual advances.

I have to flirt back and do whatever they ask. It always ends with my throat incredibly sore and my stomach filled with cum and my face covered in it. Or my ass hole burning, gaping, and leaking with so much cum that I’ll leak cum even the next morning. Even when I’m completely soaked in cum, and completely filled with it, I still have to clean it up. Oh and I STILL HAVEN'T CUM YET! This is killing me! 

It’s been almost a year since Trent locked this on me. As Christmas approached, Kailey had been hinting at giving me a very special present. It’s very very small, and metal is the hint she gave me! It must be my key! I can’t wait for her to finally free me from this hell! 

Our plan is to exchange our gifts at our Christmas party early this December, the last day of finals week. Once Christmas break starts, I’ll be heading home to see my mom and Kailey will be going to Hawaii with her family. She said that she'd give me all of my gifts no matter what, except one. This was a very special Christmas party and I had better make sure the house, and myself, looked absolutely perfect! And that I behaved like the good little sissy slut I was or I wouldn’t receive it. Of course, I assumed it was the key. So even though it was finals week, I worked extra hard to get the house ready. I had the decorations up and everything looked spotless.

Kailey seemed rather impressed. Part of the terms I had with her parents was that if I got good grades, they would let me stay there rent free. It was hard to do both but I somehow pulled it off.

I spent the few hours before the party going around in my sexy little latex maid outfit Kailey had picked out for me, making sure everything was perfect, even down to the oddments on our tree. Kailey, who was watching reality TV and text on her phone, thought I looked hot and made sure to take a picture. She told me to post it. God, my whole Instagram is just tones of photos depicting a slutty girl. I guess that’s what I have become now. I sure have a lot of followers who enjoy it though. 

As she left to go get ready, the only thing that could be heard echoing though our house was the clicking of my heels. I have become quite an expert at wearing them. I’ve worn heels almost every day since Trent forced me to be a sissy girl. Even my house slippers have a small 3 inch heel to them. The only time I’m not wearing them is when I’m showering. Even then, I’ve gotten so used to it that my heels don’t touch the ground. 

As I worked my heart was so joyful. After tonight I will finally be unlocked from this damn cage! I haven’t touched my own tiny little clitty in over a year! Hell I haven’t even seen it! I am so worried about what all of these hormones and being stuck in this incredibly small cage has done to me. 

I tried not to think about it though. I had to make sure everything was perfect. We had enough alcohol of different types, as well as party snacks, nicely displayed. I had no idea who was attending our party. I assumed it would be, like most, a mixed group of guys and girls. I also knew I was to stay dressed in my maid uniform. Kailey wanted “perfect service” and using me is cheaper than hiring someone.

As I went through the house making last-minute touches, I heard Kailey's heels click thoughout the house as she approached behind me. I turned around when she spoke “What do you think, Rose?” She said excitedly as she posed displaying her outfit for the party. 

My jaw dropped. I was in complete shock, she looked absolutely stunning! My little clit was getting wet in its cage as I looked at her. She was in black leather 4 inch thigh high boots, and a small red satin lingerie set that was very Christmasy. It had some white lace and little bows everywhere. Her make-up was a black smokey eye with red glitter on top, long false lashes, and matching red lip stick, shining with lip gloss. Her long blond hair was in big sexy curls, matching my own. She looked like the object of every man's dreams! 

If it’s not obvious, I definitely still have a crush on her. I know we’ll never be together, she prefers me this way. “Wow! Kailey, you look so hot!! Your so perfect!!” As she spun around to show me the back, I realized this outfit was even more risqué than she normally dresses for a party. 

“Wait, what kind of party is this? I mean you just look so sexy, but you'er also hardly covered at all!” I said, the confusion clear in my voice. “You’ll see sissy, just focus on making it wonderful!” She said seductively with a sexy little smirk as she walked past me to pour herself a drink.

I couldn’t help but turn to watch her walk, my eyes refusing to look away from her. Just then, I heard a knock at the door and it startled me into reality. “Wait Rose! Not yet!” Kailey yelled at me with mild panic. “They'er early!” She muttered under her breath as she grabbed her phone. Within a moment, Christmas music began playing softly on the speakers throughout the house. 

She rushed over to me, her heels clicking loudly. “How do I look!? Any lipstick on my teeth?” She said frantically. I studied her makeup, hair, and outfit closely for imperfections. Something I had learned to do from both her and my mom. “Lip gloss!” We both said in complete unison and rushed to the mirror by the door where we keep extra lip gloss at all times. We reapplied it and quickly fussed with our hair, outfits, -and boobs, making sure everything was just how we wanted. 

“OK are you ready, my little cock slave?!” She looked at me excitedly! I felt embarrassed that this is my life, and worse, that I’m so horny that being called that is turning me on. Hell being a cock slave turns me on! I just shook my head yes to show I was. “Then let them in cum slut!” She commanded as she rushed into the other room to make a grand instance. 

I opened the door, trying to strike a girly sexy pose to greet our guests. I was surprised to see a large group of tall, muscular, handsome men standing there. I  admired how girly my voice was as I invited them in. As each big strong man walked past me I felt dwarfed even in my tall heels. Compared to these real men, I was nothing like them. I looked so much like a girl that even I didn’t believe I was a man.

They all looked me up and down, I could see the dirty sexual thoughts running through their minds as they did. I felt like a sex object, only to be used for their pleaser. This made my caged pathetic baby dick leak some precum. I don’t even strain against my chastity any more. I’ve been locked for so long, unable to get hard, it’s like my tiny micro cock has stopped trying to. 

I smiled flirtatiously back in response to each one checking me out. It had become an automatic response at this point. “Welcome in guys! It is so lovely to see so many good looking men here!” I said, embarrassed at the truth of that statement. By the tenth guy entering, I realized there were no girls accompanying them. 

As the last one entered, number twelve, I looked to see if anyone else was in the hall waiting to come in. Nope, no lady’s. Why would Kailey just have guys over? They must be the first to arrive. After all, our parties usually have a lot more people than this. 

They all waited in our grand hallway by the door, each one staring at me like they wanted to use me. I didn’t recognize most of them, but a few I had seen before at previous parties. “Right this way boys.” I said in a rather sexy tone as I walked past them to lead them into the main part of the house. My heels clicked loudly as the sounds of my latex dress called for all of their attention as I walked. I could feel their stares from behind me as they watched me walk. I swayed my hips, excited to make the view as attractive as possible.

As we entered the living room, Kailey approached from the kitchen with a drink in her hand. She looked like an absolute sex goddess, and all the men noticed. “Hey boys!” Kailey spoke slowly and seductively, but you could hear the true excitement in her voice. “I’m so glad all of you could come to my party! Can my little slut maid get any of you something to drink?” 

I smiled sweetly and replied with a “yes sir” or “of course sir” as each one told me what they would want. I left trying to be as seductive as I could. I knew that’s what Kailey wanted, and somehow so did I. As I made each one a drink, I admired how small, feminine, and girly my hands are. My French tip manicure only exaggerated this even more and I realized how pathetic as I man I would be, my body was made to be a girls. I put the drinks on a large silver plater and was careful not to spill them, as I expertly and seductively left to hand them out. 

As I reentered the living room I could hardly see Kailey, she had been surrounded by the guys, but I could hear her laughing and flirting with all of them. They each seemed glad to have me bring them their drinks, grabbing or smacking my ass as they took it from me. My latex dress echoed loudly as they did so. They were all incredibly flirtatious and obviously already very horny. It was contagious and I couldn’t help but flirt back as each thanked me for their drink. I replied with “of course sir” or “happy to please you daddy.” And “it’s my job to serve you sir” in as sexy of a way as I could.

As I passed out the last of the drinks, I was getting a vide that this was it. These twelve men were all that were coming to our party. I announced if I could get anyone anything else, water, or anything to eat. Most were fine with the booze but some wanted some food. As I walked past Kailey to head to the kitchen again, I whispered, “Can I talk to you!?” I was so confused as to what was going on. Kailey said “Make yourself comfortable guys, I’ll be right back.” She gave a little wink and then followed me into the kitchen. 

“What sissy!? Why are you asking me away from our guests as soon as they have their drinks?!” She seemed genuinely upset about this. She clearly was enjoying all of the male attention. “I’m sorry Kailey” I said meekly. “I’m just a little confused. Is this it? Are these guys the only ones coming? What kind of party is this?”

She could tell I was very confused. I was starting to assume what kind of party it was, I was defiantly getting nervous. She thought for a second and then sighed. “It’s a good thing you're so cute and sexy girl. Yes Rose, these big, strong, dominant, horny, sexy men are all that’s coming. Well, they WILL be cumming, and so will I. And if you relax and enjoy yourself, who knows, maybe being their sex doll, cock slave, cum slut, will  finally make you cum too!” She said in a sexy, but sweet way. She was truly excited and horny about this. “Now pour yourself a strong drink and come join us, have fun, and do as you're told!” She said with a big smile, and hurried off to be with the men again.

I can’t believe this is literally an orgy! Or at least some kind of it. I’m not sure exactly what it’s called when twelve guys fuck two girls, but it sounds super sexy!! As I worked I listened to the little sounds of my slutty latex maid dress maid and thought about what a cock slut I had become. I was actually getting excited by the thought of being used by so many men at once! And afterwards, I’d finally be free from this cage and could actually jerk off for the first time in forever! Now, whenever I get horny, I have to fuck my little pussy with a dildo just to try and get relief. I’m so fucking horny!! I hope I finally get to cum tonight!

I walked out again with the platter of some food and gave it to the guys. They were all getting a lot more grabby with the drinks setting in. One walked up behind me, grabbing my hips and pulling my ass against his huge massive dick. I couldn’t believe it, it must have been at least thirteen inches long!! A let out a small gasp in shock at how big it felt against my ass. 

I looked over and noticed Kailey was already kissing one guy, rubbing him and the guy next to her over their pants. I thought for a short moment about how my life had gotten here. Here I am, technically a boy, but except for my small locked up micro dick, I look exactly like a girl. I sound like a girl, move like a girl, dress like a girl, act like a girl, and I’m discovering I even think like a girl. 

I can’t believe Trent started all of this, or that I even let him! And now, thanks to this chastity, Kailey is keeping me like this. But as I stood there, looking like a slutty maid in a porno, grinding my latex covered ass over some guys huge dick, preparing to just be used as a sex slave for upward of twelve men, I found myself getting extremely aroused. I was truly getting excited to suck their cocks, get my ass pounded, and become covered in their cum, even though I may not even cum myself.

My little dick leaked in its cage from this realization and I wondered how I would feel after Kailey finally released me from it. Would I still let myself even continue to live as a girl? Could I even recover from the effects of the hormones I have been taking? I have boobs and wide hips, creating a perfect, feminine, hourglass figure after all! I know my boobs aren’t the biggest, quite small compared to most girls, but I defiantly can’t go around topless any more. 

My train of thought was cut short and I was brought back to reality when the guy behind me started to kiss my neck, and then another man walked up in front of me, and started to kiss me. I kissed him back, passionately. As this happened, I wiggled my hips as best I could to grind my plump round girly ass on the man's cock behind me. Suddenly, I felt my hands being taken control of from both sides of me. They were guided onto two separate, extremely massive cocks. Without a moment of hesitation, I started gently, sweetly rubbing both dicks. 

As I did this, surrounded by taller, stronger, superior alpha men, I felt so small, weak, vulnerable, and helpless, and I fucking loved it! I was getting so horny! As this went on for a while, the guy behind me pulled down his pants, so his big dick could feel the latex of my dress. The guy in front of me stepped back a little, guiding my head as he pulled his pants down, bending me at the waist. His dick was also one of the biggest I had ever seen! Without a thought, almost eager with excitement, I opened my mouth for him to use as he pleased! 

Immediately, he shoved the head of his cock right in my mouth, and it could hardly fit! While his dick wasn’t the longest I’ve sucked, it was the thickest cock I’d ever seen! I did my absolute best I could, sucking this thick dick, rubbing the other two, and grinding on the one behind me.

After some time, the men moved me over to the couch. During this brief time, I saw that Kailey had already lost her lingerie, lying on her back with her still wearing her sexy boots. Some guy was holding them over his shoulders as he railed her pussy. A man's massive cock was in both her hands as another one was stuffed in her mouth.

Just then, I was bent over the back of the couch, one guy got in front of me, shoving his thick cock back into my mouth, pushing it down my throat. I choked and gagged. I felt a huge lubed cock force its way into my ass. It was so big, and I wasn’t quite ready for it. The pain shot through me, causing me to jump a little, but I was pinned against the couch, unable to move. I couldn’t scream, or even speak, with the other dick down my throat. I let out what must have sounded to them like a moan. I reached back with my hands, trying to push the large man back, and reduce his immediate deep pounding of my ass.

But my hands were captured as soon as they went back, and once again secured around two hard throbbing cocks. Despite the pain, and that I couldn’t breathe, from the two cocks stuffed in my holes, I started to jerk those dicks as best I could. As if the pleaser of these strong alpha cock were more important than my own pleaser, comfort, or even air. I also had no choice. These men wanted to use me. I was to weak, small, and helpless to stop them. 

I did the best I could to please all four of these superior cocks with my body. I was given short breaks to breathe before having my throat fucked again. Constantly on the edge of blacking out. I never resisted, or asked him to stop. Every chance I got to breathe, I used to thank him for using me. 

The reality of what was happening, and the inability to have cum in so long, had made me so horny. The sounds of my dress and ass slapping against this alpha man as he continuously and relentlessly pounded my tight little asshole. My gagging on a thick fat cock, only stopping to thank him for being treated like a slut. The incredibly strong taste of precum. The grunting and groaning from all the men, and the sound of Kailey orgasming in the background. It was too much to handle.

Then, only ten or so minutes into this, I felt my caged clitty tingle as the huge cock in my ass rubbed just the right spot over and over. I gagged on the cock in my throat. He pulled my head off him for a second to let me breathe. “Thank you daddy!” I let out, the girly sound of my voice so obvious compared to these real men. “That’s right you little slut! Show me how much you love being used by cock!” The man yelled back at me as he shoved his dick down my throat again. This pushed me over the edge and an orgasm erupted in my mind. My micro dick oosed cum, dripping onto the floor. I loved being this slave to cock!! 

“This little sissy bitch is already cumming!” One guy yelled and that pushed my man fucking my throat over the edge. Cum flooding my mouth so rapidly I couldn’t swallow! It shot out the sides of my mouth, running down my chin. This just made my orgasm even harder. I guess that caused the guy in my ass to start to cum too and he could hardly get his dick out as his hot cum shot into my ass, back, and in my hair. 

My mind was swimming with euphoria from my intense orgasm. I hardly noticed the switch out of cocks using my holes and hands. It was a while before my ecstasy had gone down some. The reality of me being a complete pathetic sissy faggot cum covered cock slave dressed in a latex maid outfit still getting used by massive superior alpha dick only caused me to become completely aroused again! 

They used me for some time, each man in a different position, each cumming huge loads! They moved back and forth from using Kailey and myself. They eventually moved me from the back of the couch to lay on my back on the large ottoman.

Cum dripping all over the tile floor as I was dragged from one spot to the next. As I was forced down, the large amount of cum that had remained accumulated on my back squished out from the latex maid outfit. With my legs held up in the air by one of the guys fucking my ass, another one hung my head upside down off the side, having unlimited access to use my throat for his cocks pleaser as well as pinning my arms up by my head.

His cock teased a little funny. I realized he must had just finished fucking Kailey! Oh my god, is that what pussy tastes like!? I couldn’t tell if I liked it as it’s faint flavor was soon replaced by the large amount of delicious precum his long thick cock made as it used me like a sex toy. As this big man pinned me down and fucked my throat, and another big man held my legs and fucked my sore ass hole relentlessly, I was completely unable to move. My eyes had been closed, and I opened them when I heard Kailey's voice. 

“Hey slut! God you look so fucking hot like that! I can hardly walk! Most of the men are finished, but a few more want to keep using you, so I thought they could help me with my special gift to you!” She was also covered in cum, still naked except her sexy boots, and in her hand was a small box. I could hardly breathe, let alone speak from the massive dick in my mouth. 

The man using me would never take it all the way out for me to breathe. It was a very effective cock gag! “You look busy, and like you’d much rather be doing what youre doing then open a silly little present. So I’ll open it for you!” She said with an aroused, almost evil look.

As she slowly removed the pretty light pink wrapping paper, and opened the box, she produced a small key. OH MY GOD, ITS FINALY HAPPENING! IM GOING TO BE FREE!!! All I could do was moan in excitement as I was used to please the two cocks. 

“I know you’ve had that little cage on for a while now. And I know it’s gotten in the way of certain outfits you can wear sometimes. It’s very small, but sometimes it does create a small bump, so some really tight skirts or dresses have been a challenge for you to wear! You always have to find some way to hide it and it seems like a real challenge sometimes when you are trying to look super sexy, so, I got you this!” She spoke with such excitement and enthusiasm in her voice, but I was so confused by why she was saying any of this.

She produced another small box from outside of my limited field of view. Opening it she produced a somehow even smaller looking chastity. It was flat, and looked like half the diameter of my current one. I would struggle to even fit my thumb through that opening, let alone my incredible tiny, and constantly shrinking, baby cock and balls! 

I desperately tried to yell “NO” but with this huge cock stretching my throat, it sounded more like an excited moan than a cry for help. “Aw I’m so glad you're excited!! It was so hard to find something so small and I had to get it specialty made! It’s what lots of trans models use if they don’t get surgery! They say it’s so small it can disappear comfortably in a bikini even! And eventually it will completely ruin the chance for your pathetic cock to every get hard again! If it already hasn't, that is. It will become forever this small, it will probably be the size of a girl with a large clit!” She was truely excited about this and it seem genuine that she thought I would like this too. I don’t know why anyone thinks I would like any of this!!

She got up and walked around to the side of the ottoman, outside of my view. I couldn’t see what was going on! It’s the first time since I got this cage put on me, that it will be unlocked! Not only will I not be able to touch myself, I won’t even be able to see myself!! Instead, I have to be a sissy faggot sex doll for these two real men! Unable to move, unable to protest, unable to resist. All I could do was please cock as my fate was sealed even deeper into this girly life.

It was even hard to focus on what was happening to my cage while I was being used by these two men. I could hardly breathe and I was moving so much from the spit roast pounding I was receiving. I could hardly hear the lock click open, Kailey's hands were delicate and genital. If I hadn’t cum so hard earlier I wondered if I would have gotten hard from Kailey touching me there.

I could feel her long nails against my stomach as she sprayed the two half’s of the cage. I heard her laugh. “Oh my god sissy! You're so small! You're hardly even a nub! Compared to the real cocks fucking you, I think Trent was right about you! You are just a girly little faggot sissy! This is definitely what you deserve! I’m so glad I can help finally take care of this very "little" issue of yours! Don’t worry slut, I’ll continue to be your biggest supporter! I promise I’ll never let you out of this cage!” 

She spoke as she worked on replacing my cage. As soon as it was off, the guy fucking my ass came hard inside me. As he pulled out, he shot cum all over my chest, stomach, and on my micro dick. The first thing I felt since I was stuffed into that cage was the hot cum of a real man! This made Kailey laugh more. “That whole cum load was bigger than your useless little cock! I bet it felt nice for you to have a real man grace it with such a gift!” The man went right back to fucking my ass again! “I guess he’s not done with you yet sissy! Don’t worry, I’ll lock that alpha cum with you. It’ll be good lube to make you fit!” It hurt to have her stuff myself into such a small cage! The cum load oozing around was all I could feel as Kailey used great caution not to actually touch my genitals. 

I moaned in pain as she stuffed me in. She could tell that one was pain. “Don’t worry, they say it’ll stop hurting after a week or so! But I don’t want to hear any complaints about your new gift!” She didn’t seem too sympathetic. As soon as she locked the new one on me, the guy fucking my throat came so much in my mouth. His cum overflowing and ruining down into my nose and covering my eyes. I could feel the guy fucking my ass cumming again too, both pulling out and covering my whole front with cum.

I laid there desperately trying to catch my breath, feeling the cum oozing all over my body. My little dick aching in its new cage. I finally looked down to see it. There was almost nothing there. It had pushed most of what was left right up inside myself. I almost wanted to cry. But some little bit of me was excited about the new wardrobe options that this made available to me. 

I slowly sat up, cum running down my dress as I did. My little skirt covering my new cage, making it completely disappear. I got up, and me and Kailey, both of us still covered in their cum, thanked all the men for such a wonderful time! I walked them to the door and thanked them again as they left. Kailey left to her room to shower and clean up. I started cleaning all of the cum off the floor and couch before I went to clean myself up. 

I was so horny by all that had happened tonight. I enjoyed having the cum all over me. I felt like such a slut, it made me, well, happy. Should I even be upset with Kailey for locking me into an even smaller cage? I guess it will take some time for me to figure that out. 

For now, I’ll just go get cleaned up and then meet Kailey back in the living room. We are going to watch a Christmas movie together and open our presents for each other. As I put on my cute babydoll pjs I didn’t brush my teeth, not yet, I wanted to keep the taste of cum in my mouth! I have no idea what the new year will bring. But I have a feeling I'll remain a girl forever.

-Katierosedreams Og Caps

[zoddamnit]

tell me what kind of music your 3 favorite ocs would like, their favorite foods, and how they would try to rob a bank

THREE FAVORITE? They’re all my babies…

PIP - 10 year old pokemon trainer - she straight up told piers she’s never heard a song in her life, but she listens to his soundcloud. truly, this child enjoys metal and screamo and halloween SFX. her favorite food is anything that’s free because she’s a gremlin, but sour malasadas are her favorite, especially when she’s homesick (her and her brother are originally from alola). she has aspirations of robbing a bank with her brother one day, and it involves them on one another’s shoulders in a giant trench coat and a ditto willing to turn itself into a gun. she was going to ask piers to be a getaway driver, but he drives below the speed limit, so she turned to opal instead. @blundergato

AZAZEL - drow fighter - he’s a fan of r&b and psychedelic soul music. exclusively listens to his favs on vinyl because he’s over 300 years old and is stuck in his ways. his favorite food is gazpacho, enough so that when he was in dire straits he named his blue drake mount gazpacho (gaz for short, gazpacho crostini is her full name - he was lost in the wastes for over a year and that did things to his mind, okay?). he would never rob a bank unless his partner insisted they needed to lift an ancient artifact and then he’s good to go, but azazel comes from money, so…he’ll just dip into his own coffers, thanks much.

CHAPULINA - drow druid - big fan of folk music, definitely listens to a lot of joan baez. she likes uplifting protest music. her favorite food is probably vegetable oyakodon (she’s vegetarian, u see). nothing like some tasty comfort food, especially when you find out your moon is a giant spider egg. anyways! while she’s a staunch pacifist, she WOULD rob a bank (then destroy it) by infesting the entirety of it with plantlife, poison ivy-style, then tear open the vaults in her bear - or stronger - forms. at the end of the day folks would assume a gang of wild animals joined together to rob the place, and, well. why not? she’d ultimately redistribute the money to those in need, taking none for herself. eyeroll

#thank u thank u thank u thank u thank u ilu

[mias-playground]

De'arra (Royal) Taylor. It's the Trench Coat that I really, really like.

#mias playground #womenswear #vinyl #trench coat #black tumblr #black excellence

[cishetlessfashion]

GNC corporate goth trans masc fashion for @bixiewillow  Lacy black dress Vampire skull pin Dagger necklace Black tapestry vest Mesh corset  Queer coded villain pin Vintage mother of pearl necklace Black ruffled blouse  Red vinyl trench coat Ruffled black and white dress

#trendercore #transgender #nb #enby #nonbinary

[archivyrep]

"The Ghost and Molly McGee" employs archives stereotypes with basement archive [Part 1]

Entering the archives which is…behind a heavy steel door, of course

Recently, I was watching one of my favorite animated series, The Ghost and Molly McGee. When I saw the two protagonists, Molly McGee and Scratch, go to the local library to learn the truth behind a town legend, it seemed like standard fare in animated series. Usually, the story goes like this: characters to go a library or archives to learn about something, they find the answers somehow, and ta-da, problem resolves itself. This episode appeared to follow that same pattern, reminding me a little of The Simpsons episode "Lisa the Iconoclast," which Sam Cross analyzed on her blog. However, I was intrigued when I saw Libby, Molly's friend, hilariously dressed in a trench coat, tells Molly and Scratch that "you have no idea how deep this rabbit hole goes. You need to visit...the archives." Warning that there will be some spoilers for this episode ("Monumental Disaster") discussed in this post so I can analyze it here.

Reprinted from my Wading Through the Cultural Stacks WordPress blog. Originally published on Nov. 18, 2021.

My concern grew when it was clear that in the episode, the archives clearly has a lot of mystique around it. For one, it is only accessible when Libby pulled out a book of a shelf aptly named Secret Levers 4 Secret Doors, causing a huge metal door to open. In the archives itself, it is portrayed as spooky, dusty, and dirty, with cobwebs on the ground, even with eerie music playing. This portrayal is not unique, although some shows have archives above-ground, not in a "dank dungeon of a basement surrounded by cobwebs and dust. For example, in an episode of Phineas & Ferb, another Disney show, Heinz Doofenshmirtz travels to the secret vault, in the basement of city hall, filled with documents, lit by torches, and having cobweb, to find the deed he is looking for. In Amphibia, also a Disney series, Anne Boonchuy and the Plantars travel to the town archives, happens to also be underground and is described by one character as "dustier than Dusty's dustbin."

Like the basement archives in Phineas & Ferb and Amphibia, no archivist is seen and archives almost seem abandoned. On the other hand, the archives appears to be well-organized, despite some papers strewn on the ground, almost like the basement newspaper archives in a few episodes of Stretch Armstrong and the Flex Fighters, one of the first series I wrote about on this blog in August of last year. It is implied that some people may care for the archives as Libby mentions, earlier in the episode, that the archives is sponsored by the Brighton Women's Historical Society which believes history should be "no mystery."

Despite these negatives, Molly does get the information she looking for, with Libby dramatically opening a box which has the "answers" she seeks. Molly pulls out a book entitled The True History of Brighton. Libby plays a vinyl recording of the book being read/sung. As a result, Molly, is like Lisa Simpson in the previously mentioned episode of The Simpsons, realizing that the town legend is wrong, with the heroine of the town being Sally Tugbottom, rather than her brother, Ezekiel "Tug" Tugbottom. Molly then recognizes that Tug, who the legend is centered around, wrote the history (almost akin to Buddy Buddwick in Steven Universe) which everyone accepts. As a result, she vows to right this injustice. Ultimately, she is successful, as Tug's attempts to cause destruction cause him to destroy a statue made in his honor.

© 2022 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

#tgamm #the ghost and molly mcgee #stereotypes #basement archives #basements #archives #archival science #archival studies #steel doors #steel #doors #pop culture #reviews #phineas and ferb #the simpsons #steven universe

[particularj]

The whole article is worth a read, from the experts noting this idea has too high of a risk of failing or making the matter worse, to the involvement of companies with terrible track records of doing the job in the first place.

But what is perhaps most alarming?:

Environmental researchers say the combustion of vinyl chloride almost certainly created dioxins, a highly toxic chemical that can remain in the environment for years. However, the EPA has resisted calls to test for it, and the agency removed from its website the results of its in-depth soil analyses, so it’s unclear which chemicals are in the soil.

The EPA is not doing their job on purpose and is helping to cover this up. The agency that is supposed to protect us is hiding what they know and adamantly remaining ignorant to what they need to know.

Because if we knew how bad this shit was? It would likely be banned. And that’s bad for business.

America is not a democracy. It truly is a bunch of corporations in a soiled trench coat.

#news #east palestine #pollution #train derailment #toxic waste #epa #wtf

[bisexualhobi]

super late to this but now that i watched this i'm so happy hoseok got this moment for himself. just like it happened with lollapalooza it's incredible how little i personally like jitb as a body of work and how much he manages to sell it when he performs live like omg when he stepped into the stage with all the people running in circles around him.. that was so intense!! i also loved his vinyl trench coat at the beginning and his makeup. not crazy about the wet hair look tho.

i loved the little dance break he had at the end of arson which like I KNOW he's dying to dance so like.. my guy when are you making a choreographed performance!!! but either way it was a pretty tight performance and i wish it was longer. also when the camera focused on those enhypen men lmfao that was so unnecessary get them away from hoseok. anyway soloist hoseok always slays <3

#.txt #hobi #mamas 2022 #Youtube

[blurrycow]

Don’t Let the Night Crumble

under 1k words

five teleports to the apocalypse. this is how he reacts to his world. prompt given by my friend!

pretty shitty because my brain is dead but HEY I ACTUALLY FINISHED A PROMPT FOR ONCE SO ILL TAKE IT WHO CARES

tagging the gang since no one seems to see my writing otherwise: @conchshell, @stupidcanofpeaches, @assaily, @jbd302020, @kofdangerblog, @burnmyself (hi yall! sorry to bother you but if i dont tag you this post will literally get eaten alive)

tws for mentions of gore and injuries

Dust. 

That’s the first thing Five registers when he appears in… where is he?

His town- his block- the world as he knew it- 

It’s all gone. 

Gone is the corner store he and  Diego used to go to to get their candy, gone is the barbershop that Allison took him to once, gone is the concert hall and the liquor store and the bookshop and the vinyl place. 

It’s all reduced to rubble, crumbling tan dust and red, and Five’s breath shortens, and he’s panting now because he just up and left his family, and they’re alone with his father back in 2002, and he is here, and they are probably dead. 

What happened?

Where are his siblings? Surely they might have survived- they were- are, Five reminds himself- the Umbrella Academy, and if anyone would have survived, it would be them. He can’t give up on them. He can’t. 

They’re all he has left. 

Fast, fast, as fast as his legs can carry him, Five runs, runs back to the academy, his home, his only home. 

The academy, like the rest of the world, is ashy grey brown and crumbled. Five sinks to his knees. 

There’s no way anyone could have survived that. 

Five clenches his fists, trying to tug on the familiar blue glow, but his hands betray him, quivering like a deer, and the mirage of hope fades away and there is nothing else he can do. Nothing else he can think of. 

“Come on,” he says, almost hyperventilating, and his mind is crazy, saying you can’t do it, you’re not good enough, you’ll never be good enough, this is your fault. It’s your fault they’re all dead. His mind speaks in the voice of his father. Five can almost see his smirk. The menacing glint of the monocle. 

The disappointment. 

The blue glow weakly wrapping around his fists and Five panics, because this is his only way out, and if he can’t do this, what can he do? 

The blue flickers and Five says “Shit,” and he thinks he’s crying but who cares because he’s out here alone anyway and there’s no one to see. 

Even if there was anyone, who would care?

The academy- the academy, his home. It’s in shambles. 

Five picks his way across the rubble, and then he sees his first body. 

A gloved hand, sticking out of the debris, clutching an object like a lifeline. Five wanders over. 

It’s Luther, he realizes- same hulking figure and blond hair, although it’s shorter now and he’s larger, much larger, hidden and wreathed in an olive green trench coat. 

Five wonders what caused his brother to be like this- cold, dead, unfeeling. 

He pries his hand open, wincing as he breaks his brother’s fingers- they’re stiff, bloated. The grip Luther has on the thing in his hand is as tight as a vice. 

Finally, he uncovers it. It’s an eye. 

Luther’s arm lies dead and broken on the rubble. 

It’s not worth it. All it was was an eye. Just a plain, brown plastic eye, he broke his brother’s fingers to get an eye. 

Even if Luther is dead, it’s not worth it. 

Maybe the eye belongs to the person who ended the world. Maybe he can travel back and kill this person. In a brutal, horrifying way. 

The tears fall freely, but Five stays silent. Water drops down onto his shorts, staining them- valuable water. Water he can use. 

He tries, but he can’t stop the tears. 

Luther can’t be the only one. If he’s dead- the strongest of the siblings- the others must be too. 

The thought makes Five’s blood boil.

This is his fault. 

It’s HIS FAULT. 

It’s his fault they’re dead. 

Finally, finally, he screams, the release of pent up anger and frustration and pain, and he screams and it’s a ragged sound, full of the knowledge that his siblings are dead and he is alone in this sad world, empty but for only the rubble of those dead. 

Five scrambles up, scraping his knees on the brick- they’re bloody now, to match the blood on his hands from the eye and his dead brother. Quickly, too quickly he runs, trying to find a point in the rubble. 

Diego. 

This is not how Diego is supposed to look. He’s not supposed to be ashy grey, with hair shorter than Ben’s, and his skull is not supposed to be caved in. There’s a bloody dent in it, which Five assumes is what killed him. 

Two of his brothers dead- there’s no way the others survived. 

He finds Allison’s body next, near Klaus’s- Five notes that she has a bandage wrapped around her throat, stained with blood. He wonders if that’s how she died. 

Klaus appears fine, if not ashy, and there’s no way to tell what killed him. 

But the point is, they’re all dead, and Five no longer has anything to live for. 

He can’t be quiet and so he screams again. There’s no one to hear. 

If you scream and no one’s there, did you really scream at all?

#Five Hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy fanfic #The umbrella academy #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #number five #Did Sol actually finish writing something for once? Why yes yes I did

[oh-no-another-idea]

character aesthetics tag

Thanks for the tag @sleepyowlwrites! I’ll do this for Velia Greene :)

colors ;

red / orange / yellow / green / blue / purple / pink / brown / black / white / grey / silver / gold / bronze / metallic / matte / royal blue / forest green / blood red / navy blue / cream / mint green / neons / pastels / jewel tones

body ;

claws / long fingers / fangs / teeth / wings / tails / lips / bare feet / freckles / bruises / scars / scratches / wounds / burns / spikes / feathers / webs / fur / eyes / hands / heart / blood / sweat / tears / animalistic / thin / lithe / chubby / curvy / short / tall / average height / muscular / piercings / tattoos / body modifications

weapons ;

fists / sword / dagger / knives / spear / bow / crossbow / hammer / shield / poison / gun / axe / throwing weapons / whip / pepper spray / tasers / canon / catapult / slingshot / explosives / nunchaku / mace / staff / shadows / wand / magic / magical item / non-magical powers / stone / teeth / nails / fear

materials ;

gold / silver / platinum / titanium / diamonds / pearls / rubies / sapphires / emeralds / amethyst / iron / rust / steel / pyrite / glass / wood / porcelain / paper / wool / fur / lace / leather / silk / velvet / denim / linen / cotton / charcoal / clay / stone / asphalt / brick / marble / dust / glitter / blood / dirt / mud / smoke / ash / shadow / rubber / synthetics

animals ;

lions / wolves / eagles / owls / bears / boars / falcons / hawks / swans / snakes / turtles / ducks / bugs / spiders / crickets / sparrows / whales / dolphins / fish / sharks / horses / cats / dogs / rabbits / mantises / crows / ravens / mice / rats / lizards / foxes / peacocks / livestock / werewolves / unicorns / pegasi / dragons / gryphons

food & drink ;

sugar / salt / candy / bubblegum / wine / champagne / hard liquor / beer / coffee / tea / milk / spices / herbs / apples / oranges / lemons / cherries / strawberries / watermelons / berries / bread / vegetables / meats / fish / ambrosia / pies / cakes / desserts / vanilla / chocolate / honey / cream / caramel / nuts / cinnamon / hamburgers / burritos / pizza / french fries

hobbies ;

music / art / theater / gardening / woodworking / smithing / sculpting / painting / sketching / fighting / riding / reading / writing / composing / cooking / sewing / training / dancing / acting / singing / martial arts / self-defense / sports / technology / cameras / video games / movies / comics / cds / vinyls / cassettes / piano / strings / guitar / harmonica / harp / woodwinds / brass / percussion / gambling / chess / biking / climbing / running / exploring / hunting / caregiving

style ;

lingerie / leotard / cape / dress / tunic / vest / dress shirt / sweater / boots / heels / leggings / trousers / jeans / skirt / earrings / necklace / choker / bracelet / ring / pendant / hat / crown / circlet / helmet / scarf / brocade / cloaks / corsets / doublet / armor / bracers / belt / sash / fur coat / leather jacket / duster / trench coat / hood / gloves / socks / stockings / mask / cowls / braces / wristwatch / pocket-watch / glasses / sunglasses / contacts / makeup / blindfold / eye-patch / uniform

misc ;

balloons / bubbles / cityscape / light / dark / candles / war / peace / greed / wealth / power / clocks / photographs / mirrors / pets / journals / madness / sanity / sadness / happiness / optimism / pessimism / nihilism / kindness / loneliness / family / friends / allies / followers / enemies / smoking / drugs / love / revenge / living / dead / undead / immortal / heartless

Tags for anyone who hasn’t done this one yet, and also @indecentpause @moonscribbler @enchanted-lightning-aes @writeouswriter @talesfromaurea @justwriteyoudummy @nikkywrites @blind-the-winds 

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