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heli-writes · 28 days

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A dragon's heart, part 9.

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: mentions of injuries, mentions of forceful behaviour towards women, bad family dynamics

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

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Y/n has no idea what is happening. Currently, there are two elder women around her who undressed her, redressed her and now are pulling her hair and painting her face. And by painting her face, it must be clarified that they don't put pretty delicate makeup on her but that they draw bright red lines on her face, arms, and legs. It looks like full-body war paint, y/n thinks.

Also, y/n is not convinced by the outfit they put her in. It's a two-piece. A loose neck holder top ends only a few inches under her boobs. She's also wearing a floor-length skirt. However, she's not sure if the word 'skirt' fits the piece of clothing around her hips. Two long pieces of fabric are strung in multiple hold chains that sit tightly around her hips. One piece covers her backside, the other the front side.

The squishy part of her tummy and her belly button, as well as her arms and legs, remain uncovered. Y/n usually feels comfortable in her body but it's a bit too revealing. At least for this weather. Also, she's a bit scared her butt cheeks can be seen when she's walking.

She tries not to think about it too hard since the two women working on her hair are wearing similar clothes. It seems as if this is normal for women around here, even if they are a gazillion years old.

The women don't speak to her. Also, they don't speak to each other.

When Katsuki left her alone with them, y/n felt a bit relieved since this was the first female company she had in a long while. But now she just feels awkward.

The women braid her hair and pin it up in a lavish updo which y/n finds very pretty. When they're done, they decorate her hair with golden hairpins and put necklaces around her neck that look similar to Katsuki's. They also want to put earrings on her but y/n doesn't have her ears pierced so they leave them as they are.

Absently, y/n massages her earlobes. She wonders if they'd like to pierce them. They have multiple piercings and also Katsuki wears earrings. She's also positive that she saw men with piercings in their noses and other places in their faces yesterday.

She shudders. It's against the beliefs of her people. Her people believe that one is born by nature's divine design and altering your body by piercinging or tattooing it, is a heavy insult to the great being of things. Some even refuse makeup and say it's not how nature wants them to look. Y/n isn't so strict about that but also wouldn't usually wear any form of paint on her body.

All of this feels so very foreign to y/n. Of course, she knew that Katsuki must live a different way of life but when being with him, that rarely became apparent. This outfit makes it painfully aware of just how different their cultures are.

Somewhen, Katsuki reenters the tent again. He wears a similar body paint as her. He lost the cape and more necklaces than usually hang around his neck. He also wears a bunch of bracelets, he usually doesn't wear.

When the ladies are done with y/n, they present her to him. Y/n gets up from where she is seated and gives him an unsure smile.

His eyes run up and down her figure. He has a stern look on his face the entire time, but he gives her an approving nod. Then he steps closer to her and pulls a delicate chain from his pocket. Carefully, he places it on her head.

Immediately, the women step closer and pin it into place. Y/n touches it carefully. The chain is thin with strings of golden beads. In the middle of her forehead dangles a drop-shaped pendant in a rubyred shade.

Katsuki puts a hand on her shoulder. The weight from his arm grounds her. She didn't notice how shaky her breath was.

The funny thing is, she doesn't even know what this is all about or what will happen when they leave the tent. Based on the outfits and Katsuki's grim expression, it must be something meaningful, something big.

She wonders if he drags her down an aisle. Figuratively speaking, because her people don't marry in churches where you would have to walk down an aisle. Her people marry in lakes and rivers or creeks. They believe all life comes from water and therefore they tie their lives together in it.

Y/n is pretty sure, she would refuse to step in a lake around here. It's just too cold for swimming on the tip of a mountain. She wonders if she'd walk down an aisle with Katsukin if that's what is going to happen today.

Anxiety chews at the sides of her stomach. Truth is, she doesn't want to get married. She wants to be with Katsuki, yes, but again in her culture that doesn't mean one just immediately marries. Y/n thinks that a challenge or crisis must be overcome first before two people can truly know that they belong together. That hasn't happened so far.

She needs more time and she doesn't know if Katsuki or his people are going to give her more time.

The two women leave the tent and Katsuki and y/n remain alone. Katsuki steps a bit closer and carefully puts his hand on the side of her head. He leans closer and puts his forehead against hers. The pendant presses into the skin of y/n's head and it doesn't feel as reassuring as it probably should feel.

Y/n swallows hard.

Katsuki leans back and stares into her eyes. The red of his eyes looks particularly hard today.

Meanwhile, Katsuki can see the fear in y/n's eyes. He wants to explain to her what they will do today but he knows he can't. It makes him angry he's never been taught the common tongue. His mother was traditional like that.

He is racking his brain for any words or sentences he picked up. Unfortunately, most of the things he learned, he picked up in battle or from captives or the women they took. He doubts however that things like "die", "you bastards" or "please, no" will be reassuring to y/n.

"Okay?", he tries, the word feeling foreign on his tongue. He holds out his hand to her. Y/n stares at his hand, then at him. She takes a deep breath. "Okay", she whispers and takes his hand.

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Katsuki takes her to the bonfire square. It's where his mother, her ladies-in-waiting, and the rest of his people wait for them.

He's as anxious as y/n looks like. He has to admit that while y/n looks absolutely stunning in his tribe's clothes and paint, she also looks smaller and weaker than ever. He tells himself that things will be alright. That even if his mother doesn't approve, he can take her on as his mate anyway. He's chief, he makes the decisions.

But deep down, every child wants to please their parents. And Katsuki looks up to his mother. She's fierce, she's strong and the only reason he's chief to begin with is only because she stepped down after the plague. Some people blamed her for it even though everybody knows that it's not something a human being can control. Maybe that is why she feels so strongly about Katsuki taking on a good mate that will produce lots of offspring.

Katsuki shudders even though he's not cold. He looks at y/n who is also shivering. He holds her hand a bit tighter. Y/n looks up to him and gives him a small smile.

At least she doesn't despise me and comes along willingly, he thinks.

The past few presentations since the plague have been anything than pretty and joyful. After raids, men brought women from other places. Women that didn't want to be there. It was either impossible to make them look presentable due to them fighting it or the paint on their faces was ruined by the time they stepped in front of Katsuki.

Usually, his men have to present their future mates in front of the chief and he has to decide whether they are acceptable or not. Since he's chief, it's his mother who will do the presentation. In contrast to Katsuki's decision, his mother's is completely representative and meaningless. He's chief after all. And still, he feels like he needs his mother's approval. Maybe part of him is afraid that his people won't respect him or his mate when she doesn't approve of her.

They approach the square. His people are lined up at the side desperate to get a view of the woman Katsuki brings along. His mother and her ladies-in-waiting are sitting at the other end of the square.

Katsuki can feel y/n stiffen at his side. He gives her a glance and can see how her face is pale beneath the red paint on her face. She's not shaking anymore but her muscles are tightened to a point where they will probably ache tomorrow.

He links her arms with his and proudly struts along the square. He tries not to walk too fast so that she doesn't stumble over her feet. He's seen women stumble and fall on their presentation and it was always humiliating for her and the man. Of course worse are the cases where they have to be dragged or carried into the square while crying and loudly protesting.

Quickly, he tries to shut out these thoughts. This is different, y/n's different. She's coming willingly, she's looking more than just presentable, things will be fine.

He steps in front of his mother who looks at him with a hard stare. She doesn't even spare y/n a glance.

„Mother, I present to you the woman I have chosen as my mate.“, he tells her. His voice sounds hard and determined.

His mother sits up more straightly. Her eyes shift from him to y/n. Katsuki doesn't dare to look at y/n. He just hopes she holds eye contact with his mother. His mother, Mistuki, looks y/n up and down.

Then she stands up and walks up to the couple. Gently, Katsuki lets go off y/n's arm and takes a step to the side.

His mother circles y/n while examining the woman infront of her. She lifts y/n's skirt a bit and peers under it. She touches her hair and the necklaces that dangle around her neck.

„She's skinny.“, Mitsuki comments. Katsuki stays silent. His mother stops infront of y/n and looks her up and down again.

„She has no muscle mass whatsoever. Can she even carry a bucket of water from the creek to your tent?“, his mother continues.

„She arrived yesterday. I'm sure she can build up muscles over time.“, Katsuki answers her calmly.

Mitsuki cocks her head to the side.

„Can she? She looks cold. She might also freeze before she even finds her way back to your tent.“, his mother continues.

„I get her warmer clothes.“, Katsuki argues.

His mother gives him a glance.

„Sure, sure. You can. But what if she catches a cold? Is she sustainable enough to survive that? To survive childbirth?“, his mother asks frowning.

Katsuki steps closer again and pushes y/n's top to the side a bit.

„When we met, she had an arrow stuck in her shoulder. Look, it healed quickly and without infection. I'm sure she can heal well after giving birth.“, he explains.

„Struck by an arrow?“, his mother says with a raised eyebrow and Katsuki instantly regrets mentioning it.

„That means she lost a fight? Are we not a tribe of warriors?“, Mitsuki asks sharply.

„It's a wound of a warrior. I've been struck by arrows before. Are you saying I'm not a warrior?“, he bites back.

His mother gives him a long stare before returning to her seat. She leans her head onto her arm and runs a hand over her face. He knows what comes next.

„I don't approve.“, she says and Katsuki's face twists in anger. Whispers run through the crowd.

Before he can answer her, Mitsuki continues.

„Katsuki, you understand you are our leader, yes? You understand that it is necessary that you have plenty and healthy children, yes?“, she points out angrily.

„Of course, mother. I intend to ensure our tribe's survival in any way I can.“, he tells her calmly.

Mitsuki slams her fist down and stands up.

„Then, why are you intending to bond to this frail excuse of a female? Why do you not wait until one of our own is of age?“, his mother says loudly pointing towards a few girls at the age of 10-12 at the side next to her ladies-in-waiting.

„The longer I wait or any man of this tribe waits, the bigger the gap between the generations will get. This poses a threat to our tribe. You know that. It's why we began bringing in women from other places in the first place.“, he argues back angrily.

„Wrong“, his mother says cooly, „We began bringing other women here because so many of us died that even the next generation of women can't ensure the tribe's survival.“

Katsuki grinds his teeth. She's not wrong.

„Do you know what kind of insult this is to these women? That their leader chooses a foreign, weak female like that over them?“, his mother continues and gives y/n a demeaning gesture.

Katsuki starts to see red.

„They're not women, they're children, mother. Do you intend to make one of them my child bride? Isn't that an insult to their mothers who died? Is that all they're worth?“, he yells at her.

He knows that will hit a sore spot. His mother cares deeply for these young girls and grieves the death of their mothers equally as deeply.

Absolute silence engulfs the square. No one dares to even move a finger. His mother gives him a long, cold stare. Then she sits down again.

„You're chief, Katsuki. Do whatever you want, but I'll warn you. Your example will precede this tribe. If you fail to produce an heir, this tribe will not survive under your reign.“, she tells him.

Katsuki is fuming. He wants to yell at her, maybe even throw a knife at her. But people are watching and he has to be careful what he says next. He must strengthen his position as chief even if that means demeaning his own mother.

„You've brought this fate upon us in the first place. Why do you think you have the answer to how we ensure our survival? Didn't you step down because you don't have the answer?“, he says striking to kill.

His mother's face contorts in anger and shame. He doesn't give her a chance to reply. He turns to his people.

„This woman came here by her own free will. She's proven herself a great healer and skilled hunter to me. You all feasted on her success at yesterday's bonfire. Therefore, I approve her of being worthy as my mate.“, he declares to them.

Without waiting for a reaction from his people or his mother, he turns around grabbing y/n's arm and he leaves the square with his head held high.

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Y/n stumbles after Katsuki. Her head spins. The last few minutes have been nothing but bizarre to her. Obviously, she didn't understand a single thing that's been said but y/n isn't stupid. She quickly picked up on the atmosphere of the conversation. Which was not good.

Even before Katsuki and the women started yelling at each other, y/n knew that the conversation was not going well. It's easy to spot when Katsuki gets angry. Really angry, not the normal state of angry he always seems to be in.

Katsuki walks fast and y/n has trouble keeping up with him. He drags her all the way back to his tent. Only when they're inside, does Katsuki let go of her. He doesn't say a word.

He walks over to the table and pushes it over with a loud, angry yell. Y/n flinches at the action.

Katsuki kicks a bucket filled with weapons to the other side of the room and lets out a string of angry words that y/n guesses are insults.

She's never seen him this angry before and it scares her. She wants to get closer to him, put a hand on his shoulder, and comfort him in his frustration. But when Katsuki starts destroying one of the chairs with a battle axe, y/n is sure it's best to not get close to him at this moment.

So, she stands helplessly in the middle of the room flinching and trying to avoid flying splinters of wood.

Suddenly, there's a rustle at the entrance of the tent. A red-haired warrior enters it.

„Yo, Bakugou!“, the man says carefully and steps next to y/n.

„What the fuck do you want, shitty hair?“, Katsuki yells at him, his face contorted in anger.

„Making sure you don't scare the poor thing to death.“, the man says and points towards y/n.

„Fuck off, Kirishima. She's fine.“, Katsuki growls at him

The man named Kirishima sighs and gives y/n a side glance.

„You sure? She doesn't look too happy about this. You still have to mark her, maybe tune it down a bit until then.“, Kirishima tells his chief.

Katsuki drops the bits of wood he is holding and frowns.

„Whatever, shitty hair. What do you want?“, Katsuki asks.

Kirishima pushes his hands into his pockets.

„Looking if you're alright. I mean the presentation went... not well, I guess.“, the red-haired man says carefully.

Katsuki scoffs. „I'm fine. The hag's opinion doesn't matter. I'm chief.“, he declares.

Kirishima nods. „Of course, you are. And your decision stands.“, he reassures his leader.

„And if you ask me, I think you made a good choice.“, Kirishima continues.

„From all the women that we brought here over the last few years, that one is definitely the calmest. Remember when I brought mine? She was a mess, well, actually still is but I don't need to tell you that.“, Kirishima tries to reassure him.

When Katsuki doesn't answer, Kirishima quickly adds: „Also, she's very pretty.“.

Katsuki straightens his posture and looks y/n up and down.

„Yeah, she is.“, he tells his red-haired friend.

Kirishima nods cheerily. „Exactly. So why bother thinking about your mother's words? Why don't you and... uh...?“, Kirishima gestures towards y/n.

„Y/n“, Katsuki tells him.

„Right, why don't you and y/n come and join us at the stables? Denki, Sero, and I are heating up some mead. Have a drink with us.“, Kirishima proposes.

Katsuki shrugs. „I don't know. Y/n might not feel comfortable meeting more people after this.“, Katsuki tries to excuse himself.

Kirishima gives him a toothy grin. „Oh, what a gentleman. You're really smitten, aren't you?“, he teases.

Katsuki shoots him an angry look. „Shut the fuck up, Kirishima. It's just been a lot, ok?“, he mumbles.

Kirishima doesn't fail to notice the pink dust covering his chief's cheeks.

„Alright, what about this. Y/n stays here and can collect herself. You come with us for a drink. Maybe we can come back and catch her later. What do you think?“, Kirishima tries to convince him again.

Katsuki shrugs.

„I guess we can do that.“, Katsuki says reluctantly.

„Great!“; Kirishima says clapping his hands. „Y/n, you stay! We'll come back later.“, he tells the woman next to him who looks at him with wide eyes when he speaks directly to her.

Katsuki steps over the destroyed chair and follows his friend outside without sparing y/n a glance.

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Y/n feels like crying. She's standing in the middle of the half-destroyed room all alone. She's so confused.

What on earth happened?

What's going on?

Who is that red-haired man?

Where is Katsuki going?

Her head starts to hurt by the amount of force she uses to suppress her tears. Eventually, she can't hold them back anymore and hot tears run down her face.

She makes sure that no one can hear her sob.

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randxmthxughts · 1 year

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your lips, my lips, apocalypse - neteyam x omaticaya ! reader

summary: when y/n hangs out with the women at the lab and decides to put on lipstick to feel pretty, her friends start to make fun of her. but not neteyam, he thinks she looks cute

contains: fluff, fluff, FLUFF, fluffy Neteyam, bf!Neteyam, bf material

wc: 1k

a/n: basically, i’ve been thinking about the sully kids hanging around the labs all the time and being fascinated with normal human stuff, especially with the makeup. then i saw this trend on tiktok, and i find it so cute and adorable, i wanted to do something similar with neteyam. so don’t thank me for the extra neteyam fluff you’re getting today… actually, do thank me please, i love the encouragement ♡

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Whenever the Sully kids would visit the science facility, you were always there to tag along. At first, it was because Neteyam had to keep an eye on his siblings, and you were basically attached by the hip to him. But as your visits became more frequent, you found yourself growing fascinated with the things humans brought with them from the Earth. The small gadgets they used, the clothes they wore, but especially the makeup. You could sit and watch women fixing up their makeup for hours. The way they would open their mouths while coating their eyelashes with thick black paint, or the way they’d change the color of their lips every time you saw them. One time you even noticed marks of the said colors on one of the men in the lab, and while the others found it gross, your heart fluttered at the thought of leaving similar marks on Neteyam.

"Do you want to try it?" Marissa nodded at you through the mirror, as she finished applying her bright red lipstick, "Come on, it will be fun."

You hesitate for a second before nodding your head in agreement. The idea of seeing yourself with painted lips has always intrigued you. Marissa stands up to level herself with you and holds up two lipsticks, one is bright red - the one she's wearing, the other one is pink.

"Which one do you want?"

When you catch your reflection in the mirror for the first time, you can't help but break out into a giddy smile. The pink lipstick on your lips makes them appear bolder on your face, and your eyes are instinctively drawn to them. Marissa watches your reaction with a grin and compliments you on how beautiful you look. You too feel special, the same way you feel special when you dress up for celebrations.

You jump to your feet soon after, eager to find your friends and show off your new look. But your heart shatters into a thousand of pieces when you see their confused faces. Spider and Kiri stare at you with widened eyes, and when Lo'ak follows their gaze to you, he bursts into laughter.

"Lo’ak, shut up," Kiri slaps her brother but it is too late.

"It just looks... weird," Spider adds with a whisper.

You squirm under their stares and make your way towards the exit, eager to get away. But your plans are quickly derailed when you bump into Neteyam. You don’t want him to see you like this.

"Whoa, where are you rushing off to?" Neteyam asks, as he places his hands on your shoulders. You hang your head low, avoiding his gaze.

"Nowhere," you mumble, trying to shake him off. "I'm going home. Just let me."

"What's wrong, yawne?" Neteyam lifts your chin up with his fingers.

You watch as his pupils widen when he catches a sight of pink on your lips. Your eyes threaten with tears, and your lip starts quivering involuntarily out of embarrassment. Surely, he must think you look ugly too. Before Neteyam can even open his mouth, you storm out of the facility.

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When Neteyam sees you quietly sobbing in your hammock, his chest tightens with ache. After finding out the way his siblings reacted to you earlier and scolding them for hurting his beloved, he practically ran to talk to you.

"Yawne," Neteyam says softly before scooching himself in your hammock.

As you try to wipe away the tears of shame, Neteyam beats you to it, his hands gently cupping your cheeks. You know he hates it when you cry, always blaming himself for it. His face grimaces with pain, while he tries to dry the wetness off your skin.

Neteyam's gaze then shifts to your lips, and you cringe, remembering that you still had the stupid lipstick on.

"I forgot to wipe it off," you mumble, embarrassed.

"Leave it. I want you to keep it on."

"But I look ugly with it," you sniff.

"Nothing can ever make you look ugly, syulang," Neteyam leans in, nuzzling your face, "I think you look very pretty."

"You truly mean it? The others were laughing at me..."

"They are stupid children," he scoffs.

"They are."

"You know I don't like it when you're upset,” Neteyam pulls away slightly to look at you, his voice soft and soothing as he speaks, "Will you please smile for me?"

His words make you feel giddy, knowing that he speaks to you in a way that he doesn't with anyone else. You smile right away, eager to please him. He can’t help but smile back.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks cautiously, "I don't want to mess up your lipstick."

"I have a better idea," you chuckle.

You lean in towards Neteyam, and instead of kissing his lips, you plant a soft one on the corner of his mouth. His lips twitch at your touch, but he patiently lets you take your time. Pulling away slightly, you examine the lipstick mark you left on his skin. It’s a little faint, so you press another kiss to his cheek, this time harder. Then another one to his temple, and his forehead. Neteyam laughs under you, fully aware of the kiss marks you’re now leaving all over him. Finally, when his hands catch you by the waist and pull you onto his lap, you can't help but admire your work. Neteyam beams at you, his face and neck covered in pink marks of your lips.

"You’re done now?" he asks, noting your satisfied grin.

"Hmm, I think that’s enough," you tease, "Now everybody will know that you’re mine."

"Everybody already knows that, yawne," Neteyam grins, "Now can you finally kiss me on the lips?"

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 9 months

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makeup on men

Y’all ever notice how companies irl can be so ridiculous in trying to help men maintain their “masculinity” by making traditionally feminine products sound “more manly”????? Like calling foundation for men “war paint” because MEN CAN’T WEAR MAKEUP, THAT’S ONLY FOR GIRLS

Then you got the TWST boys casually slaying it in makeup for a lot of their looks 😩 I just KNOW Vil would not approve of companies that make pointlessly gendered products like the friggin' war paint men's foundation and the "for women" pink pens/j Lazy or finicky characters like Leona and Floyd, and introverts who don’t want to be seen in public like Idia will still do their makeup. Even the traditionally “manly men” like Jack don’t think twice about eyeshadow and eyeliner. No one dismisses makeup as something “just for girls” or something that threatens their sense of self or masculinity. At most, they may complain about how bothersome it is to so makeup, but don’t talk it down as a strictly feminine hobby. Makeup is embraced as a normal thing, even required at some NRC events (like the opening ceremony, which requires smoky eye makeup and thick eyeliner).

The one exception here is maybe Epel, who comes from a village with very conservative views on gender roles. However, he has recently started to change and reconsider his opinions; this was a point of contention in book 5 that served as major character growth for him. I just think that's a really neat thing (of many neat things!) about Twisted Wonderland! ^^

#twst #twisted wonderland #Leona Kingscholar #Idia Shroud #Floyd Leech #Jack Howl #Epel Felmier #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #Vil Schoenheit

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lets-get-kraken-boys · 2 years

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I don't mean to be mean or rude but there were these people in my class who were wearing like REALLY revealing clothes and I've gotten an idea: How would yandere class 1A react to the reader who's usually an introvert suddenly wearing really revealing clothing since she wants to be noticed and doesn't want to be viewed as an introvert anymore? Tbh, this is actually what I'm thinking rn... it's like if I want to be noticed in my college these days, that's the step I'll have to take but I don't feel comfortable wearing such revealing clothes

~#~#~#~ Just a happy reminder that everyone is allowed to wear whatever they want, whenever they want! You can wear t-shirts, sweatpants, miniskirts, high heels, platforms, formal dresses, boxers, thongs; you can even walk around naked! I wouldn't recommend being fully nude outside, but you do you. Anyways, clothes don't determine who you are or what you identify as! ~#~#~#~

Also, I know you wrote Reader in your ask as female identifying (she/her), but I am going to continue writing them as gender neutral! Let me know if you have a problem with that.

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So, for starters, let's talk about the school days. Since the uniforms are pretty standard, it's a little hard to spruce them up to be "skimpier". If you choose to wear the women's uniform, you could pull up the skirt further up your hips so the hem brushes the tops of your thighs. Could even doll yourself up with a few accessories in your hair, on the clothes, or even some jewelry. If you choose to wear the men's uniform, you could pull a Bakugo by not wearing the tie or unbutton the top few buttons of your uniform. Show a little cleavage (both pecs and boobs can have cleavage. I don't discriminate between cleavage; all types are delicious 🤤). Paint your nails, wear some makeup; anything you can really!

Now, since most of the class keeps a close eye on you 24/7, they're gonna notice every little thing you do to yourself. From the way you wear your hair, to the shoes you skip down the halls in, to the exact scents you use for your shampoo and body sprays; nothing is secret to them. So, when they notice for the first time that your skirt's riding a little higher than normal, or they're getting a face full of your pec cleavage, their minds are flying all over the place. Everyone is going to have their eyes unconsciously drift to you every so often, or they're on you all the time.

Izuku and Uraraka are just blushing up a storm. Deku cannot stop looking at you—or, rather, your exposed skin. He swears he doesn't mean to be a pervert! You just look...so soft. It's killing him. He just wants to nuzzle up to you and forget the school day all together. When you try to talk to him throughout the day, he's just a ball of stutters, nervous giggles, and never-ending mumbles. But as soon as you turn your back, he is writing in his notebook, scribbling outfits that show the same amount (or even more) skin you're showing now that he believes you would look ethereal in. He also cannot stop writing things along the lines of 'They look so cute.', 'I can't look at them again! It's too much!', and 'How can I tell them how I feel when seeing them like this makes me forget my words?'

Ochaco's no better. She can't stop thinking about how sweet your thighs look. And how when you sit down, your skirt rides even higher up. You're such a little tease, can you even fathom what you're doing to her?! She's losing her mind; she's practically two seconds away from getting down on one knee and proposing to you right now. She's sighing in a puppy love manor, writing her name and your name together in the last page of her notebook. She's drawing little stick figures that are supposed to be you and her kissing, holding hands, hugging, basically doing everything together. Hearts and sparkles drawn in a pink glittery gel pen are everywhere on the page of art she has dedicated to you.

Some people are a little more uptight than others COUGH COUGH Iida COUGH COUGH and are gonna hound you throughout the day. The second you walk into the class, he is all over you. Iida's stuttering something about fixing your attire, something about how you are in a professional academy and you can't walk around looking like that and blah blah blah. Everything that is coming out of his mouth is just a flimsy coverup to try and hide the rapidly spreading blush seeping across his cheeks. How can you do this to him?!?! As the class president, he is ashamed of how he can't stop his eyes from drifting all across your body, but he can't stop. He desperately tries to focus on your adorable face, but he doesn't know how much longer he can keep up the façade of being a proper gentleman.

His commotion to your attire draws the attention of the rest of your friends. The room is then split between a mixture of squeals and yelling, and dead silence.

Across the class, Todoroki is falls quieter than usual. It's unnerving, he's acting like how he was the first few weeks of class, aloof and unapproachable. On the outside, he doesn't show much (what's new), but on the inside it's simultaneously a raging typhoon and a fervent volcanic eruption all at once. He feels his body heat up to a scorchingly dangerous level, and drop to a frost-biting chill in a matter of seconds. Shoto's poor brain can't wrap around what he's seeing. His darling, his everything, is fully on display (you are nowhere near that level, you're just showing a tiny amount more of skin LOL) for his eyes to see. It's like he's reached nirvana. He feels all warm and fuzzy inside, though his outside is still a staggering contrast of temperatures.

Bakugo cannot decide whether to be angry at you or angry at his idiot classmates. As he finally breaks his gaze from you, he watches the class's faces shift into hunger and desire and he decides. Yep. He's angrier at them than he is at you. But he understands where their desire is coming from. He's in the same sinking boat. He wants to look at your forever; say 'fuck it' to the lessons that day, scoop you into his arms, and run back to the dorms to hide you away for only him to see. He feels his palms heat up and leak sweat like a faucet from both the anxiety of how gorgeous you look and from the aggression of wanting to beat everyone around him into pulps for daring to peek at what’s his. He yells at everyone to stop their clamoring, shoving his face down to stare at the desk instead of your fucking cute nervous expression.

Kirishima is slack-jawed, heart-eyed. The real life combination of these two emojis: 😳😍. He's literally dying to feel how soft your skin is as he scans your body over and over again. It's like a song on repeat in his mind, encouraging his eyes to soak up as much of you as he can, forcing him to do it all over again multiple times. He feels like a cringy and awkward middle schooler seeing the contents of a pervy magazine, or a semi-naked person, for the first time. Then, it hits him. Kirishima isn't alone in seeing this newfound expanse of your body. As soon as that registers in his mind, he flips on a 180° and wants nothing more than to pull your skirt down or button your shirt himself. He wants to protect you from the disgusting eyes gaping at you. Kirishima snaps his jaw closed and bites his lip to keep in the growl forming at the back of his throat. His mind calculates all the people witnessing your beauty. He thinks he wants this image all to himself.

Denki, Sero, and Mina are panting like freaking dogs. They are eating up how you dressed today. Denki is privately thanking whatever god influenced you to dress yourself in this way today. Mina is squealing inside and out, thinking about how she feels like she's the main character in one of those romance manga she reads and how you're dressing like that to catch her attention alone (you’re not, but her theory is what she chooses to believe). Sero can't stop grinning all day because of how sweet you are, dressing in that manor to steal his attention (again, you’re not, but oh well). The two boys might even try to sneak a picture of you, but Mina quickly shuts that behavior down and makes them delete the photos thank goodness for our girlboss.

Tsu, Momo, Jiro, and Hagakure all cannot work up the courage to say how absolutely alluring you look today. Maybe they'll say it in flippant passing, but they cannot put into words how you truly make them feel. They’re antsy and nervously giggling all day whenever you get close, so much so that you think they have a fever. They’re just flustered because you’re stunning. Please don’t take their lack of words negatively! They’re obsessed with you, and that possessiveness clouds their better judgement at times. Secretly, they’re all planning how to successfully sneak into your dorm room and steal an item of your clothes to keep. Tsu and Hagakure are not known as the leading stealth heroes of Class 1-A for nothing~.

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At first, they all thought it was an accident. Maybe you were just a little clumsy dressing yourself this morning! Maybe you're overly stressed and didn't even notice that you're showing more of yourself than you ever have! Yeah, that has to be it.

They only get concerned when you start to dress like this outside of school as well. Don't get them wrong, you look incredible (all of them are constantly drooling at the sight of the amount of skin you are showing off. They want to stroke, caress, pinch, and even bite every bit of it.), but they are worried. Ever since they first met you, you'd been so shy and reserved, so, why are you dressing so provocatively now?

Short skirts, crop tops, low cut shirts, everything under the sun that showed a little more and more was what you suddenly exclusively wore. Again, they know you can wear whatever you want to wear, but what happened to their shy (Y/N)?

A few of the girls sit down with you one day and have a chat about your shift in attire. You explain your dilemma to them, and they resonate with your change in demeanor. It's hard being labeled as one thing, and when you try to branch out to try something different, you’re looked at strangely. The change you choose to make my not be acknowledged in a positive light. They reassure you that they all love the style you're trying out, and how you look to die for, but you do not have to completely change who you are for anyone else.

Being comfortable in your own skin correlates with the clothes you wear that make you feel the most, well, you! If dressing in thinner, smaller fabric is what you enjoy now, then go right ahead! If you find that the former isn't working for you anymore, and you wish to dress in baggier, less attention-catching clothes, rock on. Whatever you wear, they will support you the best they can.

Though, that doesn't stop them from lashing out at creeps who stare at you for a bit too long~

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WHEEW. DAMN! I hope you guys like it. To the asker, I hope I fulfilled what you were looking for! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you have a wonderful day! :)

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caitlynnrosespn · 9 months

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Need Help With Jack?

I AM NOT SAYING YA'LL ARE DOING IT WRONG I AM JUST HERE TO HELP WITH SOME OF THE TRICKIER PARTS OF HIM OKI

Before we begin I just wanna say that I have CPTSD (what he would reasonably have from his childhood) and I am have been doing theater and performances for a very long time, so while I don't have a perfect understanding of Jack there are some things I can help with (by the way @the-l-is-silent-yall did a great post about writing Mihaly which encouraged me to post this so check that out)

This is going to be long, so here we go:)

First off. His makeup.

I've seen some people say he is wearing makeup to seem more feminine, but that's not really the purpose of this kind of makeup. This is a type of makeup that is formerly known as contemporary makeup. In traditional western theater, it is used on performers (usually actors or dancers) to highlight their features so they don't fade in the bright stage lights. Without it, performers would look washed out or blank to the audience. It is composed of powder, foundation, rouge, lipstick, and eyeliner. Female or feminine presenting performers will also wear mascara, and some actors will apply highlighter and bronzer to accentuate or create features depending on the character they play, but actors of all gender orientation will have to wear some sort of makeup. The most telling mark of Jack wearing this type of makeup is the eyeliner and lipstick, which helps you more clearly see his features when the camera zooms out. It also helps the performer's features stand out, since he is covered in white paint. Now up close this makeup looks like it's too much makeup or it makes his features look weird, but that's the point. I have had directors tell me "if you look in the mirror and see a clown, you are doing it right." Theater makeup of any kind looks over exaggerated up close on purpose, so it reads to the audience who is far away.

Next let's talk about how to write a very important part of his story: his trauma.

Now I've seen a lot of fics talk about Jack's relationship with The Traveler, and how there is mutual distrust, and how basically Jack is afraid of The Traveler in the same way Jack fears Nightswan. While I'm not saying this is necessarily wrong, (although I would love to see The Traveler be a good father just this once) it would make more sense if Jack was afraid of someone else:

Si'ha Nova.

In Jack's life, most of his trauma and insecurity came from his mother. He was raised to believe that Nightswan's treatment of him was normal among all families. Because that trauma came from Nightswan, he has a bigger chance of struggling with women in parental roles rather than men in father roles. Because most of my trauma was from my dad and other men, I had a hard time trusting older men. PLEASE don't take this the wrong way and think "oh, see he hates women." NO! What I'm saying is that Jack would have a hard time trusting and opening up with anyone he perceives as motherly. He might have more trauma responses when around Si'ha, such as flinching more around her or seeming more closed off. This can of course be helped, and I'm sure Si'ha won't have a hard time building trust with Jack. Now of course he might still have his trust issues and reservations about The Traveler, but it would be a lot less worse than those he would have with Si'ha. (i'm saying this in a mean way, this is just what I've learned about childhood trauma)

Now let's take about the inevitability of a trigger for Jack.

Triggers are the weirdest thing in the world. Sometimes they are obvious things. As an abuse survivor, I don't like people jump-scaring me and I feel uncomfortable when people start handling belts (i even rarely wear one) which is all pretty self explanatory and stuff and you would think that's the same for the rest of my triggers, right? Nope! No I can't watch Victorious, I freeze up when the Arizona Storm alarms play, and I will have a literal breakdown whenever I see one of those plagiarism warning screens. Also can't watch horror movies. Do they make sense to me? Not at all. But the reason they trigger my CPTSD is because somewhere in my brain, in my suppressed memory, my brain is reminded of my trauma and is launched into flight or fight mode.

Jack's triggers might be something that makes sense, like being in the mirror room or seeing something about the Swan Soldiers. But, he would also have more explainable or random triggers. A specific color could remind him of his mom. A melody could remind him of a song that was playing during a rehearsal gone wrong. A certain smell could remind him of a room that he wasn't particularly fond of in Nightswan tower.

So what exactly would be the best way to write Jack having a breakdown? Glad you never asked!!! I shall still answer!!

Jack having a breakdown could go down one of two ways. One, he could get really combative, aka fight. Not like throwing hands combative, but like suddenly being overly defensive and irritated over little things. Assuming someone notices this change of behavior, it would take a few moments until his brain finally perceives that there is no actual threat, and then celebrate by gifting Jack with an intense breakdown complete with tears and a panic attack that will literally leave him breathless. Option two, the flight option, will see Jack suddenly feeling the need to escape. Maybe he'll need to leave a room, or need to get off the street and into a building, or he might not even be able to be in the same room as someone. When his brain finally decides the danger is no longer in the room with us he will have a similar breakdown as he did in option one. But of course, there is a third, more fun, more secret option. Option three, freeze.

I'm a freeze person, and freeze is ten times worse than option one and two combined. When someone freezes, they will escape to a space devoid of people or possible threats. They will then find a place where they can observe all sides of the room without needing to turn, preferably a corner, make themselves smaller via holding their chest to their knees, and then have that extra special breakdown. The problem with freeze is your brain never has the opportunity the decide if the threat is actually gone, so instead of moving on you are stuck in this feeling of being in danger even if obviously you are not.

The best way you can write someone (most likely Wanderlust, knowing you guys) helping out is:

-No touching until he calms down. Touching always makes things worse. Not until he can voice that he is calming down.

-Trying to communicate breathing/grounding exercises. It will take a minute before he responds and partakes. @apexious wrote a really good example of this, just with reversed roles.

-Weighted blankets weighted blankets weighted blankets weighted blankets

-Have them try to voice what he is feeling/what he perceives the danger to be. Usually helps reduce trigger responses if they are encountered again.

And the last thing I want to note about Jack is that traumatic memories will most likely fade with time. Not the actual trauma or the memories behind them, but specific details will be hard to recall such as his specific age when it happened, where it happened, or other specific details. The brain likes to do that to protect you from specifically traumatizing or harmful memories.

Sorry for the essay, but I hope this helps!!! If you have any other questions regarding this, feel free to message me/drop it into my dropbox!!! Happy writing!!!

#just dance 2023 #just dance #just dance 2024 #jack rose jd #jack rose just dance #wanderlust just dance #lgtbqia+#lgbt characters #fanfic

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beangirl73047 · 3 months

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I'm an amature writer and artist, but can I paint a picture for you? You don't even have to say anything about it, all I ask is that you

don't look away.

There's a woman holding two children's hands. One is standing next to her, crying and whimering quietly. She's looking directly at you, with a not quite accusing glare and a face covered in dirt and dust and her own blood. The other is hidden away on a hospital bed under a sheet. The woman holding the children's hands is their mother and she is screaming, begging in a language I don't understand, but then, agony has never needed words, has it?

Ah, my apologies, that's a rather cruel image, isn't it. Here, let me try again then, just

don't look away.

There is fifteen people in the front of a picture, and many more in the back. Of the fifteen people, five are children. One is a small child strapped to an older man's chest with a baby carrier. A second stands near the same man's legs holding a sign in a language I cannot read. A third and forth stand together wearing matching outfit's and standing together holding another sign in that same language. The fifth stands to the left of the fourth and third. He looks younger than those two, but still older than the second and the first. There's an older woman holding a boquet of flowers and there's several younger women in the photo too. In total, there's six women. There's four men in the picture with them. The caption of the photo is in a language I do know, announcing that they are the Hattab family. In that same caption, it also says that every one of them are dead.

Oh my, that was too harsh as well, wasn't it? Let me try again, one more time, just

don't look away.

There's a beautiful young woman, with curly hair and nice skin and and makeup on. She's sitting in a well lit library, with her face leaning on her manicured hand. She has long white painted nails. The library in the background is clean and organized, and the woman is also sitting by a window that lets more light into the room. The woman looks a bit annoyed, as if she just had to deal with an especially loud gnat or another equally small thing that she didn't like. There's a caption on the image, it reads "111 days. Impossible to go back to normal." She does not look at all alarmed or scared, or hungry or thirsty, and she does not look hurt. There's another caption on the same image that was written by another person. It reads, "This is how you know that it is a genocide and not a war. One side is being murdered and enduring unimaginable suffering 24/7. The other side is relaxing in cafes complaining about being scared of an undefined threat, in between living their lives as normal. This is not war. It is genocide."

If you haven't guessed by this point, I am not talking about something false. This is written descriptions of images and videos of the current genocide of palestine. I write this as a person who is not of either country, and nor am I in any way related to any person on either side of this war.

I cannot look aside. I refuse to look aside from this. All I ask is that you do the same. Let the world watch, let the world see, and

don't look away.

The first image

The second image

The third image

American Petition for Gaza. DO NOT SIGN IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR OTHERWISE UNELIGABLE, it could invalidate the petition.

#gaza #free palestine #palestine #israel #all eyes on rafah #rafah #free gaza #gaza genocide #gaza strip #genocide #don't look away #let the world watch #this needed to be said #this needs to end #let there be no more dead children #nor men and women

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rudjedet · 2 years

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Could you describe or link some photos of historically accurate Egyptian clothing/makeup/jewelry? I can’t tell if some are accurate or not, and even though unheard somewhere that Ancient Egypt didn’t have the same taboos of the naked body like we did, I feel like some are just to…. sexualized? Maybe its just me but I feel like so many misrepresentations of clothing caused the modern perspective to be just full on breasts out but idk.

I'll link a PDF of Dr Vogelsang-Eastwood's excellent work on Pharaonic Egyptian clothing in a reblog of this later so that Tumblr doesn't hide the original, because I've got a few things to say about this that I'd like to be normally available.

So first of all, no, ancient Egyptians didn't really have taboos about nakedness. In fact they even used it for comedy value, children didn't wear clothes at all for the first few years of their lives, etc.

The origin of the "full on breasts out" look isn't so much sexualisation, though, as it is people misinterpreting Egyptian iconography. I have gotten so many asks about the "tits out" dress style; it's a mistake that's equally as honest as it is easy to make when you're not aware of Egyptian art conventions. Why would lay people assume that what they're looking at carved into stone or painted on a wall isn't true to reality if it, well, looks like it could be true to reality (and especially because we know e.g. the Minoans did have dress types where the breasts remained bare)? It's still something that's pretty easy to find out, mind you, but in this case it's not something that's going to make a lot of people do a double take and spur a Google search.

Obviously this is barring examples like slutty Cleopatra Halloween costumes, or those weird stock photos of (white) women in Halloween-grade "Egyptian" lingerie, or the artists who keep drawing goddesses like Hathor with a waist the size of my ankle and her tits hitched up to her earholes, and I think those may be the examples you're talking about? But functionally, the "boobs out" portrayal of Egyptian women is similar to depicting regular ancient Egyptian men wearing the nemes-headcloth: it comes from a place of ignorance, first and foremost. Do people then further sexualise this misrepresentation? Yes, that happens. That kind of orientalism/exotification is hard to banish, as evidenced by the above.

Just on its own though I don't see much wrong with it if people do depict ancient Egyptian women with their boobs out. It's just breasts. The Egyptians didn't think them immodest, so who are we to consider them immodest for them? And this goes for every culture past and present that doesn't get weird about tits. In the specific case of the dress with shoulder straps it's inaccurate, but at the same time there is a definite possibility that e.g. peasant women just wore skirts and not much more while working. The problem is, as always, the intent behind the portrayal. If it's exotification of the "swelteringly immodest forbidden sexiness" kind, then yes, we're gonna have considerable issues. Mistaken portrayal because someone didn't do their research as well as they should have? Eh, minor annoyance, but forgivable.

#egyptology #ancient egypt

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magnoliamyrrh · 1 year

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"Makeup is an artform" yea, it can be. Except this is an incredibly lacking analysis and justification for why this shit aint just a misogynistic part of performative femininity. Femininity which in and of itself is the misogynistic and stereotyped expectation placed on the female sex in a patriarchal system. Which isnt to shame women who do makeup (especially bc so much of it has to do with shame and thinking they have to etc) - but to say that again choice feminism is bullshit. and just because a woman chooses to do something, apparently in a vaccum, doesn't make it feminism - which is about the good of women as a class and class liberation, not indiviualistic "choice" and "empowerment"

Makeup which is crazy is an artform but doesnt seek to change your entire bone structure and make you look like a perfect plastic inhuman doll isnt harmful. Making your eyelids crazy colours and drawing stars on your face isnt. Crazy goth makeup or like idk juggolo face makeup lmao isnt. Those women who do craaazyy full face and neck makeup turning themselves into surreal paintings - thats an artform. Very impressive. though -- even about this there Is something to be kept in mind. Purchesing makeup in and of itself puts money into the hands of makeup companies which are owned and run by men, and which make money off of womens insecurities and societal expectations. makeup is also known to be harmful for the skin and body as many contain many chemicals and etc. Please at least buy something bioorganic and safe

Day to day makeup may take artistic talent indeed, it may take years to learn well, but that doesn't somehow make it. not misogynistic.

I is not normal, at all, that society expects women to wear makeup - that youre told youre not taking care of yourself if you dont, you get asked if youre sick, you may even lose job opportunities (i know in places like south korea this is even worse than america). its not normal that so many women who do makeup will genuinely have a mental breakdown if they leave the house without it, that they cry when they see themselves without it, that theyre afraid to take it off before having sex. its not normal that so many women will spend 2+ hours on makeup before they go out and start sobbing if it looks bad and saying they can't go out because they look "bad" "unpresentable" "old" etc etc. that women will spend time putting on makeup when they go into labour and have to get to the hospital.

these things dont exist in a vaccum. society shoves the idea down your throat since youre a little girl that you should be wearing makeup and one day you will. its basically inescapable in the west. your female family members do it, its everywhere on tv, its in every magazine - to see a women without makeup is a raririty frankly, like how seeing a woman who isnt shaved is a raririty (another nonbehavior considered "not taking care of yourself")

its not normal that women are expected to cake their skin with so many layers of shit it cant even breathe so that God forbid, someone doesn't see their pores, the change in skintone, the blemishes, the scars, the "imperfections". So that someone doesnt see signs of ageing, which society hates so so much (makeup along with the expectation to shave have to do with women having to look like prepubecent children or young women forever to have any worth). Change your nose to be smaller, your eyes to be a nicer shape, slim your chin, get rid of those unruly eyebrows, conture those cheekbones till you look vaguely anorexic, spend thousands on antiaging creams and procedures.

Lets not forget that makeup and beauty culture is very often tied into racism or western euro-centric concepions of beauty too (which do change over time), which has spread all over the world. The preference for light skin also comes historically, outside of racism, because it was associated w/ the higher classes who'd spend less time in the sun, this is known. And lately this has also lead to a back and forth where white girls will try to get ethnic features and ethnic women will try to look like white women. Make your skin lighter if you can, bleach it if you can, shave your face and liphair and trim your eyebrows and shave your arms if you have dark hair, make your nose look straighter or smaller or thinner or get nose surgery, make your eyes look different, straighten your hair if its curly. Or, get lip filler, get ass filler, get ariana grande eye surgery bc thats trendy now, cake yourself in spray tan or get cancer from tan beds. Whatever you do, whoever you are, you're not good enough as you naturally are. Spend hours and thousands and put your health at risk to be "your true self"

The woman is not perfect because she is human. The woman does not have to be perfect, it is normal that you have pores and skin tone differences and you look tired. its normal that you have wrinkels. there's nothing wrong with it, there's nothing shameful about it. The woman does not have to fit some fabricated "standard" of woman or femininity. Makeup attempts to dehumanize the woman - to turn her nonhuman, removed from her natural human self, into a "perfect" plastic doll, into a forever young female, which she is not. It constraints her, for she cannot run or cry or rub her face or live as a human does, because she has to worry of her perfect makeup being ruined.

It is a tool to control women.

Fatima Mernissi wrote about this - how western women are forced to veil as well, but it is a different veil from the islamic one. Makeup is one part of the western women's veil.

The purpose of the womans life is not to be beautiful. Listen, im a lesbian, i sure as hell think women are beautiful. But this is not the womans purpose, this is not the womans worth. Not only should beauty not matter that much, but you do not have to change yourself to be beautiful.

"Femininity" is not a neutral thing. In a patriarchal society, it is a sexist expectation placed on the female sex.

#feminism

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TS4 FUNDIE FAMILY CHALLENGE

inspiration

this is an edited version of @quiverfullsims duggar family challenge. this is inspired by quiverfull, IBLP (institute of basic life principles), fundamentalist christian’s, the duggar family, the bate’s family, and much more. for more information on this topic, i recommend watching ‘shiny happy people’ a documentary on amazon prime video and ‘fundie fridays’ a youtube channel that discusses different aspects of christian fundamentalism, american conservative politics, pop culture, and gay stuff. jen (the creator of fundie fridays) was also featured on the shiny happy people documentary.

!!DISCLAIMER!!

all these rules mainly apply to the first generation. it is your choice if you want the children to continue these rules, only follow some or completely abandon them.

recommended mods/cc

- rambunctious religions by lumpinou- https://lumpinoumods.com/2020/10/20/rambunctious-religions/

- education overhaul by adeepindigo (for homeschool)- https://adeepindigomods.itch.io/education-overhaul

- MC command center by deaderpool- https://deaderpool-mccc.com/

- praying posepack by teanmoon- https://quiddity-jones.tumblr.com/post/155032026162/teanmoon-actually-received-secret-santa-gifts

- around the sims 4 church items- https://sims4.aroundthesims3.com/objects/room_community_25.shtml

- neon cross build object- https://www.tumblr.com/elvissims/187959389716/elvissims-neon-haven-cross-series-v11-there

starting out

1. begin with a young adult man and woman. their names are up to you but all children will share their first initial with their father. i recommend making the man be a politician (just like jim bob)

2. unlimited money for the first generation’s house. they may start out with 20,000 simoleons and (optional) can be given 1,000 x each child born

3. i recommend setting the lifespan to long so it’s not extremely stressful

appearance

(based on the rules of IBLP, what the duggar’s follow)

general-

no tattoos, facial + body piercings (other than ear piercings for girls), and unnatural hair colors

men-

men must have short hair and masculine clothes. their shirts cannot be tank tops and their pants must be at least knee-length. no ear piercings

women-

women must have long hair and wear feminine clothing. no pants, all skirts and dresses must be at least ankle length. no text can be printed on their dresses. their shirts cannot be a tank top or show midriff or cleavage. no makeup, nail polish, and high heels. no slits in skirts, no patterned stockings. basically, nothing that draws attention away from their face.

jobs and skills

- only men can have jobs. these jobs must be traditionally masculine (no flight attendants, nurses, women-dominated fields.) all children who are male that follow the fundie + IBLP ideology should become politicians (this is because IBLP’s goal was to create a lot of children and have them go into politics to further spread their ideas)

- for women, it is your decision but you can allow them to have “side hustles” such as fishing, gardening, candle-making, etc. also your choice but you can allow unmarried women to have freelance or babysitting gigs

- men must do all the repairs. women must do all the cooking, cleaning and child care. no babysitters, maids, cooks, etc. are allowed on normal occasions.

- (optional) all children must practice their chosen instrument every school day and max out that instruments skill. this also includes singing

- children should practice trade work. of course, these should be seperated based on traditional gender roles (ex. painting for women, woodworking for men)

school

(modded)

there are two ways to homeschool your kids with mods,

1. using adeepindigo’s education overhaul mod you can enroll your children in virtual school. pros are, this allows them to get grades, electives, tasks, etc. while being at home. cons are, you have to regulate what your sims are doing on their computers since going on the internet would expose them to too many secular ideas.

2. using MC command center by deaderpool you can have the option to unenroll your children from school (MC command center -> MC career -> children can quit school -> set to true.) instead of school they can build their skills in the traditional school hours. you can pretend this is homeschooling. pros are, you don’t have to regulate what your children are doing on the computers and get a more realistic experience. you can have the mother teach the children like the duggar’s instead of an online program. cons are, they don’t get official grades, electives, tasks etc.

(mod-free)

- since homeschooling is not an official part of the sims 4, you can just send your children to public school and pretend it’s a private christian school. if you have the get together pack, you can create a club with other children at the school and make it the christian club.

relationships

- no dating, only courting. courting is a form of dating but with the end goal of marriage.

- courting rules are: the boy must ask the girls father for permission before they begin courting. i would do this by just having a dinner with the potential “courter” (not sure of the name haha) and spinning a die to see if the father approves or not (ex. evens are yes, odds are no.) the courters must never be alone together. there should always be a chaperone, this can be literally anyone just a person to keep them accountable. courters can go on dates with eachother but a chaperone must be present. no texting between the courters. your sim can decide if they want to marry who they’re courting with.

- no kissing, woohooing, front hugging (only side hugs), hand holding, and any romantic physical touch before marriage.

- while married, only try for baby woohoo is allowed (this obviously is excluded if you have risky woohoo on in MCCC)

- (optional) daughters should have two cooking skill points and sons should have two skill points in handiness before getting married.

- a starter home for married couples will be gifted by their father

- no divorcing or eloping

buddy system

(i recommend watching this youtube clip to better understand the inspiration for this- https://youtu.be/Ml-Kll621tA?si=wkeaxixkV67OXTYG)

the mother will take care of the babies until they become infants. then the care of them will be passed on to whoever is in line to become a buddy. an older buddy is a female child or teen. each older buddy can have up to 3 younger buddies. these older buddies are in charge of taking care of their younger buddies (ex. feeding them, playing with them, putting them to sleep, potty training them, etc.)

misc. rules

- TVs, radios, and tablets are not allowed. computers are allowed for the virtual school aspect (if you’re using the education overhaul mod) but they cannot use the computer for any interactions other than schooling. otherwise, computers are not allowed for unmarried men and all women. married men may have computers and you can lock it for everyone but them.

- the children’s bedrooms should be seperated based on gender (a girls room and a boys room)

- NO to: dancing, alcohol, drugs, romance novels, social media before being engaged, halloween, “revealing” swimsuits, helping unwed mothers, and beaches for unmarried men

- i recommend adding a “prayer room” to the house and having each family member pray at least once a day or every other day (it can become difficult with so many household members)

^^^ use the MCCC mod to have more than 8 sims in a household. 🚨DO NOT GO INTO CAS WITH MORE THAN 8 SIMS BECAUSE THE EXTRA SIMS WILL BE DELETED🚨 if you don’t have the mod you can always move out extra sims into a “second house” with an adult chaperone

#sims 4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 #ts4 challenge #fundie sims

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outfitandtrend · 2 years

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[ad_1] Harry’s first solo album, 2017’s Harry Styles, slapped. It sounded nothing like One Direction and instead sounded like every single thing my parents, who were young in the ‘70s and ‘80s, played in the car while schlepping my ass around town when I was a kid. But when I played men songs from Harry Styles, they largely did not agree that it slapped. A close male friend listened to it for a minute and then told me “it’s bad.” It seemed to me that if you didn’t like the new Harry Styles album you were a misogynist—because Harry’s fan base was largely young women, he couldn’t possibly be serious or interesting or “cool”—but then again what did I know, I was a young woman.Still, there was now one way in which serious and interesting men did concede Harry was worth paying attention to: his fashion. By now Harry was taking huge swings, wearing silk Gucci button downs printed with tigers floating in outer space, the kind of thing that made me finally understand the scene in The Great Gatsby where Daisy cries looking at all of Gatsby’s shirts. I started following Instagram accounts dedicated to Harry’s clothing, and sending the best outfits to my most fashionable male friends. When one of those friends bought a shirt that Harry was photographed wearing, it felt like a huge win for society.And while I had never been the most stylish person in the world and couldn’t afford almost anything Harry wore, I found inspiration in the way Harry dressed, too. I don’t wear makeup, had never worn heels; he was a man experimenting with dressing more floridly; our interests were in sync. When Harry was photographed wearing something that cost less than $100 (bucket hat, Kacey Musgraves shirt, black Vans lace-up sneakers), I bought it. I saw Harry in concert for the first time, in fall 2017 at Radio City Music Hall, and the audience was a sea of girlies wearing the exact same black Vans.In the next couple years, I watched as Harry became more and more accepted by tastemakers. He co-hosted the camp-themed 2019 Met Gala, and hosted SNL. I realized something had really shifted when a bro pulled up next to my car one day blasting music. I was annoyed, until I realized the song he was blasting was One Direction’s “Drag Me Down.” Harry’s 2019 album Fine Line was even better than his first and seemed primed to make dudes of the world take him seriously, but then the world shut down in March 2020 for some reason, I forget why.Harry has just released his third solo album, Harry’s House (it’s like a normal house but upside down, because it’s British). Watching the reaction to the album, after ten full years of feeling like a Harry Styles missionary, has been surreal. Critics are saying it’s the best of his career, that he’s finally arrived as a serious artist. All cool men dress like Harry now, and so do all cool people of every gender. Even men who don’t paint their nails but are still cool, like Giannis Antetokounmpo, tweet about enjoying Harry Styles Live In Concert. And yet, even while headlining Coachella, Harry still makes a point of playing “What Makes You Beautiful,” 1D’s most famous and dumbest song, as if to underline that he will never disavow the band and the fans that got him here.I agree with the reviews: I think Harry’s House is a blast. I’ve been listening to it nonstop since I woke up on 5/20 (blaze it). And that close male friend who told me Harry’s first solo album was bad? He texted me out of the blue. “New Harry Styles album is fun,” he said. “I feel like I’ve come a long way.” [ad_2] Source link

#FASHIONFORMEN

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I have a weird relationship with sex in general because my ex boyfriend was pushy and talked me into stuff i didn't want but didn't know better at that time (it's 4 years ago I was 18 almost 19). I'm questioning since my 17th birthday but never really looked into it as deep as I'm doing now. I'm scared as fuck to try it with anyone, be it men or women because of my experience.

I get the gender question but for me, I'm still sure about that. I'm a woman/girl idk I use both sometimes. I'm a normal natural one. I don't wear makeup often and don't wear dresses or skirts because of my job. I also can't paint my nails because of it and it makes me feel less girly in a way. I wear neutral colours like white, black or grey but I feel like I have to like pink which I don't really do. All those stereotypes fuck our brains up even more and society needs to fix itself in those beliefs. Men can wear skirts or dresses, women don't have to like pink, etc.

I’m so sorry you had a bed experience 🥺 but I hope you can move forward with it, and work on it and then collect some good ones as well. Even if you turn to therapy which I recommend to everyone because I think therapy is great, it can help to deal with so much and work trough so many shit. :)

And the gender thing is, I get what you say 😁 but I can’t explain how I feel hehe it’s very complicated, and very mind fucking lol

#dori’s chitchat #sex is sooo amazing so I really hope you can once experience how it is with a good partner

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audreydoeskaren · 3 years

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Have fashion trends been popularized or created by sex workers?

Hi, this is a great question but a very difficult one to answer because this happened way too often in Chinese fashion history but is also difficult to prove. I will list some instances of this from the Qing and 20th century that I came across in my readings. Sorry it took so long for me to answer, I tried to find as many examples as I could but it’s very hard :(

In my review for the costumes in The World of Suzie Wong, @d-m-a-c mentioned that the cheongsam in that movie were inspired by those worn by sex workers at the time. I wasn’t sure exactly how sex workers’ cheongsam stood out from average cheongsam, but I guess the popularity of that film and the costumes in it partially owe themselves to sex worker fashion.

Source here

There are a couple entries relating to fashion trends popularized by sex workers from the 1910s collection of Qing Dynasty accounts 清稗类钞 compiled by 徐珂 Xu Ke. This probably isn’t the most reliable source since it was written after the end of the Qing and frequently featured rumors and unverified stories, but I think it would be interesting to read. The translations are my own and not the most robust, just so that you understand the gist of the texts.

《沪妓之服饰》

同、光之交，上海青楼中人之衣饰，岁易新式，靓妆倩服，悉随时尚。而妓家花样翻新，或有半效粤妆者。出局时，怀中皆有极小银镜，观剧侑酒，随置座隅，修容饰貌，虽至醉，亦不云鬟斜軃宝髻半偏也。至光、宣间，则更奇诡万状，衣之长及腰而已。身若束薪，袖短露肘，盖欲以标新领异，取悦于狎客耳。而风尚所趋，良家妇女无不尤而效之，未几，且及于内地矣。

又有戴西式之猎帽，披西式之大衣者，皆泰西男子所服者也。徒步而行，杂稠人中，几不辨其为女矣。

Clothing of Shanghainese sex workers

In the transitional years between the Tongzhi (1861-75) and Guangxu (1875-1908) eras, fashion among the Shanghainese courtesans changed rapidly; all the beautiful clothes followed the latest trends. The prostitutes, on the other hand, came up with new modes or followed Cantonese fashion to a certain extent. During outings in the theater, they would hold these tiny glasses and wear heavy makeup. Even after drinking their hair wouldn’t become the least bit disheveled. In the Guangxu and Xuantong (1908-1912) eras their attires became more bizarre, with robes that reached just the waist. Their clothes were tight and the sleeves showed the elbows, using these strange trends to attract customers. Once the trends solidified, respectable women imitated them religiously; soon, the inland would follow suit.

There were also some who wore Western coats and hunting hats, dressed like French men. They walked by foot and mingled with the crowds, making it difficult to tell that they were women.

The phenomenon of sex workers wearing menswear is corroborated in another account from the same book.

《妓效男装》

光、宣间，沪上䘕衏中人竞效男装，且有翻穿干尖皮袍者。然《路史．后纪》云：「帝履癸伐蒙山，得妹嬉焉。一笑百媚，而色厉少融，反而男行，弁服带剑。」此女子男装之初祖也。

Prostitutes wearing men’s clothes

In the Guangxu and Xuantong eras, the sex workers of Shanghai often wore menswear, some even sporting fur trimmed coats (not sure what 干尖 describes). (A quote from an historical text I can’t understand) This was the origin of women wearing men’s clothes.

Some more about shoes:

《秦淮妓女之方头鞋》

乾隆末叶，秦淮妓院之衣裳妆束，以苏为式，而彩裾广袖，兼效维扬。惟用睡鞋者颇少，咸以素帛制为小袜，似膝袴而有底，上以锦带系之，能使双缠不露，且竟夕不松脱也。其履地用方头鞋，如童子履而无后跟，即古靸鞋遗制，今之拖鞋也。灯影下曳之以行，亦复彳亍有致。

Square toed shoes of Qinhuai prostitutes

At the end of the Qianlong era, brothels in the Qinhuai region (around Nanjing) followed Suzhou fashions, with colorful collar trims and wide sleeves. Sleeping slippers were seldom worn; instead, plain silk cloths were used to make socks that were shaped like breeches but closed at the bottom. Once tied with a ribbon at the top, they concealed the feet and wouldn’t loosen even in the evening. Their shoes were square toed and without heels like children’s shoes. A relic of historical flat pumps, worn as slippers nowadays.

《沪妓所著画屧》

同、光间，沪妓所著画屧，镂空其底，中作抽屉，杂以尘香，围以雕纹，和以兰麝，凌波微步，罗韈皆芳。或有置以金铃者，隔帘未至，清韵先闻。且又有曳男子履者，绣以蝴蝶，虽镂金错采，制作精工，而行步则绝无婀娜之致矣。

Painted shoes of Shanghai prostitutes

In the Tongzhi and Guangxu eras, the prostitutes of Shanghai wore painted shoes. The soles were hollow and contained drawers, which were carved and filled with aromas. Some attached bells, whose clangs were heard before the person was seen. Some wore men’s shoes and embroidered them with butterflies; although they were gilded and immaculately made, walking with them was not particularly elegant.

I have read some theories about how the 1910s and 20s 文明新装 aoqun was invented or at least popularized by sex workers pretending to be students, but I have no proof. Some people also say that cheongsam was invented by sex workers, which isn’t supported by real evidence and could potentially be a misunderstanding due to the many hyper sexualized versions of the cheongsam floating about nowadays. However I wouldn’t really be surprised if it were true, since sex workers were usually very innovative when it comes to fashion.

Source here

1916 photograph of girls in uniform, first from the right is Lin Huiyin icon and one of China’s first professionally trained architects. By the way I don’t know why idiots on the internet call this photo 1920s the clothes are so obviously 1910s.

Oh and I know of something that wasn’t popularized by the sex worker herself but rather the movie adaptation of her story. 小凤仙 Xiaofengxian was a prostitute in the 1910s who apparently helped one of her suitors, a famous general, escape Beijing, and the heavily embellished story was turned into a popular movie source material. In the 1953 movie adaptation of her story, the lead actress 李丽华 Li Lihua was given an updated, fashionable New Look version of the aoku (robe and pants) outfit Xiaofengxian wore in real life, and the style blew up overnight. Eventually it became so popular that some people mistake it for a traditional wedding ensemble, whereas in reality it was the 1950s take on a normal 1910s outfit worn by a prostitute...

Source here

Allegedly a photograph of Xiaofengxian from the 1910s.

Source here

Li Lihua as Xiaofengxian in the 1953 movie of the same name. You can see that the robe is a lot more tailored and hourglass than the 1910s original.

Source here

Taobao search result for “凤仙装” (Fengxian attire). A lot of things have changed in the popular perception... The pants became a skirt and the tall ingot collar is worn folded, but the namesake of this type of clothing is still a sex worker :3

I couldn’t find any more at the moment if anyone has more info please add to this post!

#historic fashion #chinese fashion #qing dynasty #republican era

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AFAB transmasc & non- binary tips!

these are kinda just things I wish I knew when I first realized I was trans :)

1. you can wear “feminine” things and still pass!! ive seen trans mascs wear skirts before and still pass as a male/masculine. (/srs) dont be afraid to wear feminine things, I know that for me, in the beginning I thought I had to be 100% masculine “big man much masculine, such boy” in order to pass and in order for my identity to be respected, but that just isnt true!! you wouldnt expect that of a cis guy, dont expect it of yourself :) dont be hard on urself!!!! pls! you can paint your nails, dye ur hair, have long hair, wear makeup, ect, and still pass!

-also though, note that passing dosent have to be important to you if you truly dont care for it! its more about whether or not you are comfortable and you feel validated, not whether or not some stranger on the street sees you as a boy. Again, you dont have to feel like passing is super important to you if it isnt

2. THERE ARE T O N S of ways to bind! some of these ways include; trans/KT tape, sports bras, (Gc2B binders are no longer making safe binders! Try buying from Spectrum or fytist! DO NOT, i repeat, DO NOT! USE! ACE! BANDAGES!!!) before I could get a binder, I used compression sports bras and it worked like a charm! Keep in mind Im not the biggest chested, but Im not small either. A good thing about compression sports bras is your parents probably wont be suspicious of you if you ask for sports bras, even if it dosent compress all the way I find that it gets rid of tons of dysphoria in comparison to a normal bra. some sports bras may have padding that pushes ur chest up/ makes it look bigger though so you may want to remove the padding.

3. do not feel like you cant play around with labels/identities! for me, I at first identified as FtM/ a trans guy, and after a while I realized I was non binary but it took a lot of courage for me to actually come out! it isnt a bad thing to play with labels and learn about yourself, if you think its gonna make you more comfortable, then go for it dude :)

4. if you have the money to buy a binder but you dont want your parents to see the package, you can have it shipped to a friends house and pick it up there :) you could also get a full tank binder or even a half tank binder and tell your parents its a “cool & trendy tank top,”

-additionally if you are worried abt ur binder showing and people thinking its a bra, if you get a color like white, black, or gray (or any color that isnt skin tone) it can pass off as an under shirt, and if anyone asks you can just say its a tank top ;)

5. PRACTICE. BINDER. SAFETY. If you are binding AT ALL, in ANY way shape or form, you want to practice binder safety!! dont sleep in your binder, make sure your measurements are the right measurements, dont work out or do strenuous physical activity in your binder, and DO. NOT. DOUBLE. BIND. also dont bind for more than 8hrs, you can take binder breaks, and also when youre new to binding work urself up to being used to wearing binders :) try stretching before and after you wear your binder! You may be sore in the beginning so heating pads / blankets could help!

6. you dont have to look a certain way to be trans. you dont have to be skinny to be trans, you dont have to be white to be trans, you dont have to be anything to be trans. trans dosent have a specific look to it, and everyones expirence with their gender is unique. you are so incredibly valid <3

-side note: for my non-binary folk, you do not owe anyone androgyny. Dress how you want!!

7. if your parents wont let you get mens boxers, you can get womens boxers! they honestly look the same

8. remember youre so incredibly valid and loved or else I will make u remember because you are so valid dude i see u and ily /p

9. there are ways to get the illusion of a flat chest without binding at all! overalls can make your chest look flat, jean jackets/vests can also do this but additonally they can make your shoulders look more square/ broader. graphic tee’s, and big sweaters could do the trick too. sometimes I roll my sleeves up to give a more masculine look. those like drug rug hoodies are life savers. Oversized is good but one or two sizes up will do.

10. for bottoms, skinny jeans can make you look more masculine, but also mom jeans & boyfriend jeans, can work too if you cant buy mens jeans. sweatpants are not only comfortable, but can make you look more masculine. if you want to wear shorts, try wearing longer shorts, like maybe cargo shorts?? or something of that nature. Cargo pants in general always make me feel super masc. calf lengh socks could help, too. some shoes may make your feet look bigger, or even add on height and make you taller. they make things to put in your shoe to make yourself taller.

11. if your parents wont let you get a “boy haircut” you can either ask for a layered, shoulder length haircut ( the shag / wolf haircut that has been kinda trendy lately) then style it and stuff it in a beanie, or not if you dont want to, or you can ask for your sides shaved like an undercut. that way they feel like you still have long hair, but you get your short hair with the shaved sides that you can always stuff into a beanie. layered haircuts can be seen as more masculine, so even if your hair isnt super short you can make it look really masculine :) (but also if your parents say no boy hair you can try asking until they say yes or asking for your birthday or something) you can show them photos of fem presenting people with the haircut you want and say that it isnt a “boys haircut,” that its “trendy” especially during the summer time you can have the excuse of “its hot out and this haircut would make me overheat less ”

if you guys have any tips you can leave them in the comments! ily guys, stay safe and take care!!! (i might add onto this, idk)

#trans guy #nonbinary #trans tips #lgbt #lgbtq #nonbinary tips #ftm #passing tips #trans ftm #trans nonbinary #trans pride #trans masc #transgender

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Do you have any kibahina hc

Do I?? Yes, are they good probably not 😂

Undercut to save space, the mildest of spice 🌶

Kiba is an idiot but that’s Hinata’s idoit and she will kindly ask that people don’t talk about him poorly.

And as moronic as he may be at times, he never forgets their dates (Akamaru won’t let him).

He’s also stubborn, but Hinata just makes him fold so quickly with her quiet “Kiba-kun” or that cute finger thing 👉👈

It’s embarrassing to him but what can he do?? Pout, he’s going to grumpy pout until he gets a hug or something to make him feel like he hasn’t totally caved.

But that’s just him on his cranky days, most days he’s quite attentive and sweet

Kiba will physically put himself between Hinata and any jerk that tries to hit on her, like hello yes, this is his woman what are you doing?

Akamaru is by far his biggest rival when it comes to getting affection as he will take any opportunity to lay on Hinata or get petted by her.

He’s even brought her wild flowers before. How can you compete with a dog that’s more thoughtful than you sometimes?

You give her piggyback rides that’s how. She’s his little backpack, not akamaru’s 😤

Hinata loves her wild man and his fluffy companion

They eat everything she cooks them without complaints

They also look adorable when they’re sleeping

She is a lady and will pretend she doesn’t know Kiba “borrowed” a pair of her panties but, she will hint that they’re missing

Now they’re both red as tomatoes and stuttering while trying to act normal

He didn’t mean to steal them, honestly. It just sort of happened one day and returning them seemed too embarrassing after that

She left them in the bathroom on purpose when she knew he was coming over to see if he was the least bit interested in her sexually after Ino told her men love lingerie.

She just wasn’t expecting him to steal them and leave her with an incomplete set 😭

The missing pair eventually show up freshly washed and haphazardly thrown into the back of her drawer.

They both have a good laugh about it later on.

They still hangout with all their friends while dating, almost nothing has changed

the only difference being that Kiba slings his arm around Hinata from time to time

And Hinata is usually wearing a new hickie or bite mark she tries to cover up.

Kiba is a big cuddler and enjoys hugging Hinata close to breathe in her lovely scent.

Also melts inside when she makes him the little spoon, but will never admit it.

Kiba is used to all the “girly” things thanks to growing up with women, so he paints Hinata’s nails for her and even knows how to do makeup.

Don’t ask why he’s good at it, just appreciate it that he knows the art 😤

Hinata is weak to Kiba’s toothy grins and side glances

And when he started to grow out his facial hair? Yeah, that did things to her she didn’t expect

They also both enjoy massages and will take turns helping each other relax.

Kiba has been known to sneak, pick her up like a sack of potatoes, and carrying her to the bedroom when he’s feeling frisky

But Hinata has quick reflexes so this doesn’t always go as planned and he will be crumpled over in pain with a very sorry Hinata trying to apologize

Mood killed but a good laugh. “Gentle fists” his ass

Lots of stolen kisses from Kiba, doesn’t matter where they are or if it’s on the lips, forehead, tip of the nose, cheek, or hand. He’s just very affectionate and free willing with kiss

Hinata is more of the rub his back type while they hug but she won’t turn down a quick smooch she’ll just blush a lot if people are present

Kiba actually tries a bit more thanks to being with Hinata. Not enough to be an overachiever, but he can’t slack that much if he wants the approval of his future father in law

Hinata experiences more fun and excitement because Kiba is available and there’s never a dull moment.

Generally just a really cute couple with a rowdy bf and calm gf 😌

I’d also like to add that Kiba would practically shout his proposal and be a sweaty-shaky mess diiyfykdykd

#ask #KibaHina #hinata hyuga #kiba inuzuka

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THE SLEEPOVER FIC | Part 1 The Meeting

Notes: James Acaster, Ed Gamble (Platonic), and other characters to be added.

Pairing: James Acaster x Reader

Genre: Fluff with eventual smut, Slow Burn fic

Words: 1,951

Summary: You and James have put yourselves into trouble, but you think maybe it’s hotter that way.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

It was a boring, cottage cheese Wednesday if anyone had bothered to ask you. The sky held a greyish tinge and the London air tasted like exhaust fumes as you made your way back home from the studio. It was 5:50 and you were more than ready to curl into bed, put on a podcast, and stare at your ceiling until you slept.

You’d been tied up in a project lately that stripped every brain cell out of you whenever you tried to think about it.

This wasn’t because you didn’t like it! Don’t get me wrong, you adored the concept you were trying to convey through your piece. It was just missing something. Hence, Wednesdays the past month had started to feel a little groundhog esque. You knew the fog would part soon.

Pulling your clattering keys from inside your coat pocket you unlocked the door to your flat. Upon entering you noted the new letters. A missed parcel, various pizza menus and an enclosed envelope from Ticketmaster. Grinning, you opened it up.

Ed Gamble, McDonalds Apple Pie, November 15th 2021. Sounded delicious, you pulled out your phone, texting Ed.

Hey! Just got your tickets through. Where are you rehearsing? Let me know when it starts and we can plan something :)

It had been a while since you and Ed had hung out. You lived on opposite ends of the city and for the most part you were usually busy when he was free ,or vise versa. That the trouble of being friends with theatre people, no matter how hard you try, the schedules don’t gel. However, Ed usually rehearsed his shows in the venue below your flat, luckily this time was no exception.

I start Friday, usual place. We can go for drinks after I finish at 7 if you like?

Yes :))))) would love that!! Can we say 7:15 though as I’ll have to get back from the studio and change

Yeah that’s fine, I’ll invite some people if that’s okay. We can meet you at the pub first?

Sounds perfect, see you then. Send Claire love!

Will do :)

You put the kettle on and made yourself a pot noodle. Getting ready to sleep before another day of making. Excited at least, with the knowledge that on Friday night, you were getting shitfaced with your mates.

And so Friday arrived. You started the day off right with a banana and a coffee to go on your way down to the youth centre. Fridays and Tuesdays were your favourite days of the week currently. On these days you worked with other women exploring the ideas of femininity within society. For many years it had been a passion project of yours, creating dialogues with women who’d gone through difficult times in their lives to convey their struggles through art.

Today you were hosting a dance workshop with a group you had been working with for a while. They had all been making tremendous progress over the past few months you wanted to hold a class in celebration.

“Good morning Y/N” a familiar face beamed from across the hallway.

“Good morning Olive!” Olivia was a petite lady, somewhere close to her mid forties. She had dyed fire colour hair that she always wore up in a headscarf. She was dance ready, wearing an outrageous and gaudy pair of printed leggings.

Olive had grown so much as a woman since the first time you had met her, in one of your first ever workshops. The two of you had become thick as honey ever since. She even occasionally helped you plan and run some workshops out of studio now. It gave you joy to know you helped her grow into her full potential in one way or another.

“How have you been?”

“Oh same old. Trying not to lose myself in projects. How about you?”

“Brilliant! Officially divorced on Monday. Sorry I couldn’t make it on Tuesday I was feeling the effect after a few too many champagnes” she laughed, her smile was contagious. Olive had been going through a complicated divorce for a good few years now, some of the reasons she started the project stemmed from such a relationship.

She was such a resilient woman, managing to smile through whatever life had put her through. You loved her distinct lack of care for what people thought of her being a single woman in her forties.

It made you really put your life into perspective when you had met her. Even encouraging you to drop ties with your ex partner four years ago, who simply, didn’t care for you as a person but rather as an stability object. You hadn’t been in anything serious since. Not that you didn’t want it, being single had it’s perks too. You simply hadn’t been searching. A “bold move” in your late 20’s.

“Congratulations, I’m so happy for you! I’ll have a few for you tonight darling”

“Out on the town are you?”

“Yeah I’m meeting an old friend and hopefully some new people too”

“Well don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she said with a wink.

“I’ll try my best”

It was 7:05 and you were definitely going to be late. You’d just set off from the studio, pushing your way through the crowds on the busy streets near your flat. It had been an intense day in the end, most of you and your class had gotten carried away with your choreography. Immersed in the music and memory you wanted to portray. In the end you had all learnt one another’s routines and combined them all to a jazz beat.

You were still in your sports bra, leggings and oversized shirt with the duffel bag over your shoulder when you reached the outside door to your apartment complex. You heard a voice boom at you from behind.

“Y/Nickname” you turned around, instantly knowing who it was by the stupid name.

“Ed!”

He was coming up from the basement venue staircase, there was another man loitering casually behind him. In an instant you recognised him from the telly. It was the one and only James Acaster, dressed in a deep green suit, white shirt and purple Oxfords. He had a peppering of stubble across his face that you hadn’t seen him sport on tv before. You noted it looked good on him. You made your way over to your friend and embraced him into the first hug you’d had in a long time.

“Sorry I just got back, I might be a little late. I need to have a shower. Very sweaty”

“Yes. Thanks for the hug” he said, making you chuckle. “We can wait around for you if you like. No one else is coming until later anyways. Oh! This is James by the way” James have a polite wave of a hello and smile at you then.

You didn’t quite know the etiquette of meeting people you’d seen on Dave for years. A simple, “Hi I’m Y/N” you decided was the most normal option. “You can come up if you like. I won’t be too long”

“Sure”

And so the trio of you braced the stairs and made it into your apartment. You moved rubbish around as you all entered. Slightly ashamed of how messy it was, moving open books into one corner of the living room to make space on the coffee table for some drinks. If they were waiting for you you’d at least fix them a little something as a thank you.

“What would you like? I’ve got vodka, gin or tequila. Lemonade orange juice and pineapple juice for mixer”

“Ooh vodka and pineapple sounds delicious Y/N” Ed said with some excitement, taking a comfortable seat on the sofa. James hung nervously by the door, as though he wasn’t sure of the etiquette this time.

“Same here” he agreed

“Please have a seat, make yourself at home.” You said with a smile, watching as he looked around the room. You became slightly anxious that his glaze was clouded with judgement until he spoke as he went to take a seat next to Ed.

“Nice place, where’d you get the paintings?” He asked genuinely as you began pouring three glasses of juice.

“I made them myself”

“Oh you’re an artist?”

“Sort of, I work in lots of art forms, mostly theatre and community projects. Not painting though, it’s just hobby and plus, home décor is expensive”

He chuckled a little at that as you brought the two of them their drinks over. “I’ll put some music on while you shower is that okay?” Ed said, taking his phone out after taking a swig of his drink. “That’s strong”

“Sorry might have given you mine” you said jokingly “let me disconnect my Bluetooth then” you said getting out your own and switching to Spotify. You played the music for a second or two just until you had it disconnected. It was the song you’d been working with all day at the studio with the jazz beat and hypnotic drumming.

“Is that Jon Bap?”

“Yeah, I was using it today at work” His eyes gleamed, visibly excited by the idea of it.

“I love ‘What Now’,” he took a drink and shaking his head to himself “Such good drums on that album”

“Yeah, you like the drums?”

“Was a drummer for years in my 20’s”

You were slightly shocked by his comment on his age, always assuming he was younger than 30. Although it made sense for him and Ed to be in the same age bracket.

“Hey, that's cool, I never made it further than level two recorder. Guess I just don't have musical genes, anyways I’ll hop in the shower. Won’t be long”

You made your way to the bathroom. Listening as the two men struck up a conversation. Giddy from the knowledge of their being pleasant conversation and good company tonight. You’d always admired James, never really considering the fact you may possibly meet him. You hoped that wouldn't mess up the possibility of a future friendship, by making a reference to something that he’d said on the telly before. Shaking the idea you stripped off, turning on the faucet and climbing inside.

After you’d felt refreshed you did a little, awkward, jig to your bedroom in your towel. You hadn’t considered the fact that from where James sat on the couch you could see all the way down the corridor. Your bathroom being on the right, and your room right on the very end. Embarrassment aside you dried off your hair and did your makeup quickly yet efficiently. Slowing down only to put on a red lip with care. You then got dressed. Choosing to opt for something a little fancy tonight as the other two had clearly made an effort. Even if you did end up somewhere at 4am, it still felt good to dress up for the walk of ‘platonic’ shame.

You chose a silky skirt with a slip down the leg in a champagne iridescent colour. Paired with a tight long sleeved polo in white. You slipped on a pair of socks with ruffles over the top of your rhinestone tights. You emerged from your room feeling a little more confident and ready for a boogie.

James smiled brightly at you when he noticed you’d come out. Something else was flashing across his face that you couldn’t quite pinpoint however. You brushed it off, blaming the triple vodka pineapple you’d been sipping through your ready-ing routine.

“7:28, not bad” Ed said looking at his watch when you fully entered your living room. Pulling on your white leather converse. You told him to shut up in response and book an Uber.

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