#gratuitous shirt disposal

[igotsnothing]

Julian Keats (and a little peek into the future...) Clickie for details-I didn't want the large pics to eat up folks' dashes.

#the sims 4 #bite me! #a love story (eventually) #julian keats #lawrence st germain #mini lookbook? #this counts right? #coz i have 0 patience #and it's humid today #gratuitous shirt disposal #he's adorable #he's more casual than lawrence #bye bye shirt

[framfashion]

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#PUMA Ess Logo Hoodie Tr Sweatshirt Femme

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

A Great Treasure

(Jaskier just constantly getting kidnapped by dragons and dressed real pretty? Yeah. I’m into it.)

tw: gratuitous, almost My Immortal levels of outfit description because I am A Ho For The Look, dragons being horny, Geralt being soft as fuck but also kinda horny

---

The next dragon that took Jaskier wasn’t nearly as sneaky. Nor was it green. The great, sapphire-blue reptile swooped down above the road in broad daylight and plucked the surprised bard up with its great talons, disappearing over the tops of the trees before Geralt could so much as think to pull his sword. The Witcher heard Jaskier’s startled cry echo out over the forest and urged Roach into a canter. He departed from the beaten path and took off in the same general direction the creature had been headed. “It hasn’t even been three full fucking weeks yet. Fuck.”

Hello, Jaskier! I’m a friend of Etheid’s, the dragon introduced herself. The draconic method of telepathic communication still bothered the bard a little but the blue dragon’s voice seemed more sing-song than Etheid’s had been. Certainly more feminine. Call me Lythos, or Lyth for short. 

“Nice to meet you, Lythos,” Jaskier muttered, clenching his eyes shut tightly. “Let’s talk more when we’re on solid ground, yeah?”

Afraid of heights, bardling?

“Just a smidgen of a little bit.”

Worry not, we’re nearly to my tower.

“Another tower?”

Whatever happened to talking on solid ground?

“I’ve been kidnapped by two dragons in one month. I’m curious.”

I doubt this will be the last time you’re kidnapped by a dragon, either. Not until one of my brethren gives up during their turn or loses the bet.

“Their turn? What bet?! What are you talking about?”

I will explain the situation to you more fully when we land. There is much to be discussed. Many things to plan. Many rules to be determined and recorded for the others. 

Jaskier sighed, glad he’d left his lute tied to Roach’s saddlebags today, and let himself be carried off to yet another strange adventure. “So you guys are just going to keep swooping in and stealing me away like this because it’s fun?”

Yes. And because Borch said that you and Geralt are kind-hearted and friendly mortals. We dragons don’t meet many such humans in our travels; we’d like to reward you somehow.

“So you’re rewarding me by kidnapping me?”

That’s why we included the second part of the deal, with the elaborately designed outfits. It’s not just because we enjoy collecting treasures from all over the Continent and squirreling them away to play with later; it’s also our form of payment to you. If you’re dressed from head to toe in silk and gold when Geralt rescues you then there’s no time to stop and take those items off before you ‘escape’. You can keep them or sell them; anything you are given by one of us should be considered payment for services rendered.

“And the service that Geralt and I are providing is...entertainment?”

Correct. It would be unfair to use up so much of a Witcher’s time without paying him.

“You’d be surprised how many people do that, actually,” Jaskier griped. “Village after village, turning him away without payment just because he’s a mutant and a freak. It’s horrible!”

Now you understand why my kin are so desperate for something good in the world. The love between you and Geralt is pure and strong, that is the other reason we chose the two of you.

Jaskier blushed. “We’re just a couple of flimsy mortals that happened to bump into each other and get along. Most of the time. It’s a very human thing to do. There are other couples in need of some emotional urging, if you’re looking to orchestrate a romance.”

No, we wish only to further yours. Now, would you care to look through the clothes I’ve gathered? We have at least another day before your Witcher finds us. 

“Less than a day if he chooses not to pause for meditation, the fool.”

He will not risk losing you, Lythos sighed happily. I checked in on him earlier; he is meditating and gathering his strength. He has admitted his love for you now and is determined to prove himself. How dreamy.

“That is absolutely precious! Ugh, I love him so much.” 

Then let us make you lovely, so that when he arrives he is doubly excited to see you.

“I can’t argue with that logic. Not from such an ancient and wise creature.”

Flattery gets you everywhere, bard, Lythos teased. She huffed out a thin cloud of steam and Jaskier chuckled in return. 

“I know.”

---

“Are you kidding me?”

Absolutely not, the dragon shook its snout. Try them on. Unless you don’t like it, of course; I have other options, too.

“No, it’s all very lovely. It’s just...I get to keep them?”

Of course. I don’t want to make you change your clothes in the middle of Geralt’s daring rescue. That would totally ruin the romance!

“I suppose that would be rather odd. Even Geralt might catch on to something like that.” Jaskier held clothes the dragon had preferred in his hands, glancing once more at the suggested shirt. “What exactly is this supposed to be?”

It’s a tunic, of course. What else could it possibly be?

The bard gesticulated towards the dragon, holding the apparent tunic out for inspection as if he was shocked or surprised by Lyth’s choice. “It’s completely sheer!”

Yes, and it will make you look so very delicate, Lythos urged. Just try it on with the pants. Just once. You can change if you don’t like it, like I said. There’s a whole closet of costumery at your disposal, Jaskier.

The bard sighed and pulled the pants on first. They were made of a deep, peacock blue silk and hugged him in all the right places. He turned back and forth, observing their fit in the full-length mirror Lythos had provided. His legs were defined but the material wasn’t overly tight; it hadn’t bunched up near his thighs or ass like silk of this kind usually did. “Were these tailored to fit me?”

Yes, they were. 

“How? I’ve only been here for a few hours and you pulled these directly from the armoire!”

Etheid passed along your measurements to the rest of us so that we could better prepare.

“Right, of course. Dragons. Bets. All that fun stuff,” the bard sighed. He tugged the gossamer shirt down over his head and tucked it neatly into the waistband of his high-waisted trousers. Jaskier glanced towards the mirror again and discovered that he looked...he looked amazing. 

The shirt had been designed with a low, swooping neckline that revealed both his collarbones and a good portion of his chest. The thin, almost translucent white material left whatever the shirt did cover still almost entirely visible. When he blushed it could be rather obviously traced all the way down to his mid-chest. The giddy bard mussed his hair a little and did his best pouting ‘rescue me’ face; oh yes, that’s the way to do it. 

Jaskier looked downright sinful. 

“You are absolutely brilliant, Lythos! Geralt is going to lose his mind when he sees me in this ensemble.”

So you’ll wear it?

“This particular outfit is my new favorite. I’ll have to wait until the next dragon shows up before we can turn a profit from this whole bard-napping melodrama venture.”

There is always the jewelry. I can give you a few extra pieces to sell since you love the clothes so much; I have too much of the stuff sitting around and collecting dust anyway.

“Would you like it if I let you choose all my jewelry? I’m afraid I tend to go a bit overboard.”

Yes, yes! The dragon huffed happily, filling the space briefly with a cloud of steam. I have temporary earrings and bracelets and necklaces. I even have anklets if you so desire. 

“Goody!” the bard rejoiced. “I love anklets! I never have good enough reason to wear them, though. This will be lovely. Do you mind if I roll the pants up to my knees? Geralt does so love the sight of my bare skin. I think it would drive him absolutely mad if we showed a little ankle for the Witcher.”

Please do whatever you see fit, my friend, Lythos insisted. You must sparkle for your White Wolf. You must look the part of the treasure he seeks to find!

“Ah, so I’m a treasure this time instead of a damsel?”

Hmm, yes. I think that makes it more interesting. What kind of treasure would you like to be?

“Geralt’s,” the bard breathed dreamily. The large, winged reptile rolled her eyes and huffed again.

Duh, that’s the point. I meant like...pirate treasure? A king’s treasure? I’ve never done roleplay before. Mostly just burning down the houses of rude nobles and kidnapping some princesses upon request. I’m not incredibly familiar with human treasure.

“Oh! I could be your hoard!”

You’re brilliant! Of course! This will be so fun. What if you laid in my tail when Geralt arrived? Like I was guarding you?

“Well then how would he get me away without hurting you?”

I could make him give a speech? Woo you away from me with your words?

“Oh, that’s very clever. Very dramatic. I love it!”

We do make a good team, I think.

“Do you have any makeup? This look would be excellent with some eyeliner.”

You are definitely as entertaining and fun as Etheid promised. I’m sure that Aramaris will enjoy you just as much.

“Wait, who’s Aramaris?”

They chose the next lot after me. Then, after Aramaris has their turn, Vertos would like a chance to partake. 

“Hold on a minute. There’s a waiting list of dragons who want to kidnap me?”

And see Geralt come running to your aid, yes. It is rather sweet to watch and we are all very bored. We’re going to see who can make you the prettiest and get Geralt the most worked up. 

“So this is just a game to you?”

As I said before, it is both a game and a legitimate matchmaking endeavor. Additionally, we’re compensating you for your time and trouble.

“I suppose,” Jaskier agreed. “Plus this outfit is absolutely to die for.”

Yes, and now to the makeup!

---

Geralt was very confused and very tired. He had tracked the dragon through the woods to yet another ancient, dilapidated tower. Jaskier was hidden at the top, no doubt, probably terrified out of his mind. This was the second dragon to capture his idiot bard in a fucking month, though the first time had been extremely unorthodox. Just plain odd, really, considering Geralt’s previous experiences. 

Oh well, nothing he could do now except climb the tower and rescue Jaskier.

---

Jaskier was waiting for his Witcher to arrive while reclining within the coil of Lythos’s enormous blue tail His pants were only a half-shade brighter than her scales and the contrast was remarkably artistic (perhaps by design). The bard was barefoot and his pants were rolled up to just below the knee. Lyth had insisted on decking him out in lots of jewelry since Jaskier was to be her supposed hoard. It will be more realistic and believable if you’re dripping with silver and sapphires, bard. He found himself unable to argue with her logic once again.

Jaskier had a handful of thin silver bands around one ankle, a silver cuff around his left wrist, and another bejeweled cuff at the top of his left bicep, beneath the shirt. Lythos had added a thin silver chain around his neck, which fell to just above his chest hair and ended with a teardrop shaped sapphire pendant. Some kind of crushed gemstone powder had been dusted atop his collarbones and into his hair, making him seem to sparkle in the midday sun. He’d added a light, smudged layer of kohl around his eyes to widen and darken them like he had once at court. The dragon had also demanded that he slide several rings of various styles and sizes onto his long, tapered fingers. It will draw his attention to your hands, she explained. You will thank me tonight, I’m sure.

That suggestion had Jaskier blushing brightly and Lythos had nearly snorted fire from laughing so hard at the young man’s reaction. 

Here he comes! She announced, bringing Jaskier’s back to the present. His blue eyes fixated on the thick wooden door that led from the chamber where Lythos lay curled and ‘guarding’ him to the bedchamber where he’d stayed the last two nights. Very shortly after her announcement there was a determined grunt, a heavy thud, and the door crashed open to reveal Geralt. 

The Witcher was breathing heavily and his nostrils were flared but he wasn’t wearing his armor. He hadn’t been wearing it last time, either, and Jaskier wondered if he was already onto their little charade. “You know I won’t win if we battle,” Geralt admitted, staring across the room at the lounging dragon.

His eyes flickered to Jaskier for a moment, widened when they took in the bard’s appearance, and then returned to staring down the monster. 

I don’t intend to fight you, Witcher, Lythos said, projecting her bored words into both of their minds. Jaskier knew that she was faking the cold disinterest but his heart still picked up speed when one of her large claws hooked beneath his chin and raised him into a slightly taller sitting position. Though I suspect that you’ve come to take back my newest treasure and I am loathe to let it go so soon.

The Witcher nodded, unable to form words. He was nervous for the life of his bard but he was also slightly distracted by the way Jaskier was being forced to arch his neck and tilt his head that way. The bard looked so fucking breakable and soft, surrounded by scales and held partially aloft by such a strong and pointed appendage. His eyes were wide and completely focused on the Witcher, his own peril seemingly irrelevant even as he gasped against the scraping claw. Geralt shook his head to clear it and narrowed his eyes even more. “Don’t hurt him.”

It’s my treasure, Lythos hummed dismissively. I will do with the human lad as I please. Go away, Witcher, and leave us to play.

“He’s not a toy,” Geralt growled. He reached for his sword and cursed when his hand swiped through empty air. He knew bringing a weapon up so many flights of stairs was pointless but he still should have kept it on him for safety. Jaskier made a gentle, nervous noise and the Wicher flinched. “Please don’t hurt him!”

You would barter for the human? For his safe return?

“Take me instead,” Geralt offered. He held his hands up in surrender and took a slow step forward. Lythos lowered Jaskier back down to his lazily reclined position and raised her scaly brow. The bard was shocked; he hadn’t been expecting the Witcher to do something so drastic right away. He’d anticipated some kind of argument first.

You would sacrifice yourself for him? Trade yourself to me in order to save him?

“Of course,” the Witcher scoffed. Lythos could hear his slow heartbeat starting to accelerate. “I love him. I’d do anything for him.”

Hmm. Little treasure, what do you think?

“I can’t let him do that for me. He’s a Witcher, I am merely a traveling bard. The world has more need for him than it does for me.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt half-whimpered. A pleading tone bled into his words as he took another step forward, this time towards the bard, “You foolish man. I know you. You’d grow bored here. You’d grow antsy to travel. You’d try to escape and you’d get yourself hurt or killed or...”

I protect what is mine, the dragon interrupted. He will be safe here. I will keep him happy and entertained.

“Please,” the Witcher sighed. He dropped to his knees and bowed his head forward, white hair falling in a curtain around his ridiculously attractive face. “Jaskier was the first good thing Destiny ever did for me. I can’t lose him.”

I have seen into your heart and know these feelings to be true, Lythos intoned. She spoke as if she was making a very difficult decision and not sticking to a vague pre-determined script. You may take the bard and go, but you must hurry. I may change my mind.

Jaskier clambered out from between the coils of her massive tail and allowed Geralt to sweep him up into those strong, stable arms. He clung to the Witcher’s neck and buried his face to hide his smile. Lythos said her final goodbye to the bard alone; I hope my kin treat you fairly. If they do not, let me know, and I shall take care of it. Thank you for the lovely time.

“Thank YOU,” Jaskier mouthed. 

And then they began to descend the winding tower staircase.

---

“I hope I never see another dragon again in my life except for maybe Borch,” Geralt panted, urging Roach into a slightly faster canter.

“Yeah,” Jaskier said, smiling a little to himself. “Running into another dragon so soon after two nearly identical kidnappings would be very strange.”

#geraskier fic #geraskier #like 2.5k words i think #soft geralt #geraskier ficlet #in league with dragons #protective geralt #the dragons treat jaskier like a paper doll #let's dress up the bard #and mess with the witcher #that'll be fun #geraskier fanfic #geralt x jaskier #ooooh boy #in league with dragons pt 2 #we've kidnapped the bard so now what #how many will it take before geralt realizes something is up? #inhuman jaskier

[clatterbane]

With summer fast approaching, I would really like to be able to wear cooler shirts that expose my underarms out in public without putting the fur on display. One of those social expectations where I still have more remaining fucks to give than I would like. 🙄

So, I grabbed some basic disposable razors at the store earlier, since my replacement razor blades were one of the things that disappeared in that cleaning blitz over the summer--and these were what they had in that smallish grocery store.

Anyway, I was actually semi-impressed at how Wilkinson seemed to be handling gratuitously gendered products as close to right as possible? 🤔

They did have two versions, but those looked to be absolutely identical except for the color. With the same number offered in the package for the same price!

You've got the standard original dark blue version:

And then you've got the purple option which I couldn't resist getting instead. (And yes, as their only razors that store felt a need to stock both. Labeled as "men's" and "ladies'" on the shelf.)

Nowhere does the actual packaging use gendered language. The closest you get is an impression from the not very large pictures on the front that one might be better for legs, and the other for faces.

The genders: vitamin E and aloe? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Unusually, I didn't feel put off buying whatever color/style I preferred because of the marketing. This shouldn't be refreshing, but it is.

#personal #unnecessarily gendered products #gratuitous gendering #razors

[ifisitsitfits-archive2]

(The Feeling’s Mutual --- Llaine [lane] & Harkonnen, who, along with Mephisto, belongs to @shroudingmists! <3)

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(tags: choking, light dom/sub, hand job, exhibitionism, masturbation, mutual manipulation, hair-pulling, praise, orgasm control, orgasm, no aftercare, original character(s), porn with plot, hinting at somnophilia, manhandling)

Llaine steps into his room at the Paragon Foundation and closes the door behind him, the deafening silence welcoming. He breathes a sigh of relief after pink, tired eyes scan the dark room and find it empty.

The day had been long and slow and frustrating, especially when the test results he had been waiting on weren’t even close to his expectations. As usual, Harkonnen hadn’t been of much help with how restless — horny — he was. He wonders if the Imperial even has a proper cycle.

He easily navigates into the bathroom in the dark, unceremoniously peels off his layers and leaves them where they fall, then pads back into the bedroom and pulls on a pair of sleep pants. He makes a brief detour to his desk, flicks the small light on and opens a dark, plain-bound journal to the next blank page, then scribbles ‘retest’. He covers it with loose papers after he shuts it, then flicks off the light and, finally, settles on his bed. He turns on the bedside lamp, plucks his book off the nightstand and resumes where he left off the previous night.

The familiar feeling of being watched eventually settles under Llaine’s skin. He looks up, immediately catches a surprised Harkonnen standing a handful of paces from the door — still dressed in his day wear.

Llaine frowns, voice a slightly deeper rumble than normal. “Yes? Can I help you?”

Harkonnen’s surprise morphs into disappointment. “I thought you’d be asleep by now, old man.” A bright, curious look dominates his face as he catches sight of the book in Llaine’s hands. “What’s got you reading at this hour?”

Just watching Harkonnen’s expression leap from one to the next is enough to give Llaine a headache. He unamusedly blinks at his uninvited guest, mutters, “Harkonnen, it’s too late for this,” while resignedly closing his book sooner than he likes. He notices Harkonnen shiver in the corner of his peripheral as he replaces his reading material back onto the nightstand and stands. From how mesmerized Harkonnen seems in regards to his chest, it’s clear that this is the first time he’s made an attempt to sneak into Llaine’s room after dark — and thus is the first time he’s laying eyes on the red tattoos that fluidly adorn his currently unglamoured, exposed skin. “It’s how I prefer to relax, but since you’ve managed to interrupt, I now need to find a suitable replacement.”

Harkonnen dramatically pouts at the deflection, then curiously tilts his head. A mischievous glint appears in his similarly-colored eyes as he takes on an innocent tone, “What do you have in mind?”

Llaine doesn’t take the bait. He strides over and takes Harkonnen by the upper arm, firmly steers him back towards the door. “Preferably for you to bother someone else at this hour, unless it’s an emergency. Perhaps Mephisto?”

Harkonnen stubbornly, childishly, plants his feet as soon as Llaine finishes, shoots him a sharp smirk over his shoulder that clearly says ‘make me’. “Mephisto’s not nearly as fun.”

Llaine clenches his jaw as a wave of frustration rolls through him — both from Harkonnen’s refusal to leave without the need for force, and for that expression of his. He loathes how easy it is for Harkonnen to get under his skin — is positive Harkonnen’s aware of it, too.

After a few beats of charged silence he gets an idea, wordlessly lifts his free hand and curls it around Harkonnen’s throat. His suspicions of why Harkonnen showed up are confirmed as Harkonnen’s demeanor immediately shifts. Without an ounce of hesitation, Harkonnen stills and slightly tips his head back to offer him better access, lips slightly parting.

Llaine knows he shouldn’t indulge Harkonnen when he tries to instigate, yet is naturally driven to keep up with him — plus, the faster he gets this over with, the sooner he’ll be left alone.

He releases his hold on Harkonnen’s arm and leans forward so his lips ghost Harkonnen’s ear. “I haven’t seen you, yet. Take it out and show me,” Llaine demands, his free hand briefly cups Harkonnen’s crotch for emphasis — he’s far from surprised at how hard Harkonnen already is.

Harkonnen hums, tone humble and honest as he murmurs, “It’s not nearly as impressive as yours,” then clicks his teeth together as he fumbles with the fastener of his pants. Light pink precum rapidly gathers at the tip, overflows down the underside when Harkonnen pulls himself free. In the dim light, Llaine gauges him at about seven inches, and he’s relatively smooth with a slight curve.

Llaine doesn’t care enough about cock sizes to judge Harkonnen’s, will never understand why others are compelled to compare them in general. “Show me how you touch yourself,” he says, expectantly.

Harkonnen twitches at the order, presses his neck against Llaine’s hand to impulsively nudge his cheek against Llaine’s; it’s brief enough that Llaine doesn’t bother to acknowledge it or punish him. “I’ve never liked doing it myself,” Harkonnen fills, not a trace of the sickly sweet smoke that usually spills from his mouth and nose to be found. “In theory, I can do it better than anyone else: I know myself, but…” Harkonnen’s sigh morphs into a low groan as he slides his palm along the hot, sensitive skin, idly smearing pink precum over every inch of himself. “That was until I felt you touch me. Fancy that,” he adds with a snarky eyebrow raise.

Llaine abruptly steers Harkonnen backward by the hand that’s still curled around his neck, doesn’t stop until Harkonnen’s back hits the door with a dull thump, then buries his other hand in Harkonnen’s dark, shoulder length hair and slightly tugs. “Is that why you tried to sneak into my bedroom tonight?” Llaine lowly whispers, tone challenging. “Because the feel of my hands are the first you’ve preferred? Perhaps I haven’t been disciplining you enough.”

A mix of surprise and arousal flickers through Harkonnen’s face as his guard falters. Pink eyes glaze over as he wraps his fingers around himself and nods in agreement. “I was never good at following the rules, being above others and all…” His head lolls back against the wall, yet he never looks away from Llaine’s face as he strokes himself, his carefully maintained composure frays.

“Now you manage a respectable facility of your own and are making great strides with research. Yet you sneak around in the dead of night as if you’ve been recently hired, and spend the majority of your days, and, now, nights, harassing me in hopes of feeling my cock. Instead of working. Instead of asking.”

Genuine shame seems to overtake Harkonnen’s entire form, strong enough that he looks away and meekly bites his bottom lip. “I never asked because I was sure you’d turn me down — every time.” His hand’s pace slows, and he thickly swallows as his posture recovers; the mischievous glint from earlier returns to his eyes as he catches Llaine’s gaze. “You think people don’t try me? Truth be told, you may have left. You may have said ‘yes’. I don’t know. But I had other methods at my disposal, and I used them,” Harkonnen reveals, proudly smiling as he hints at the gratuitous use of his organic smoke. “I prefer them.”

If asked, Llaine would have turned him down every time, but he doesn’t say such, knows he doesn’t need to. He enjoys taking advantage of Harkonnen in return — even if that’s exactly what Harkonnen hopes for — and part of him enjoys their unspoken little ‘games’. He waits for Harkonnen’s pace to rebuild, says, “Applying what you’ve learned to get what you want. Good boy.”

The praise catches Harkonnen by surprise. His cheeks flush as his hips buck, and he barely manages to choke back a soft whimper. Panting, his free hand clutches Llaine’s forearm, and he quickly regains both his rhythm and what’s left of his composure.

Llaine’s eyes glint with the curiosity that’s only reserved for when something in his work gets his attention, and he makes a mental note to use praise against Harkonnen more often. He adds a bit of pressure around Harkonnen’s throat, pulls a moan from him when he gives his hair another, sharper, tug. “Faster. Show me how you look when I bend you over your desk.”

Harkonnen’s knees tremble as his hand moves with newfound desperation. Strained whines slip through clenched teeth as he unashamedly, gladly, bares himself for Llaine to see.

Llaine lets Harkonnen squirm for a moment as he waits for Llaine’s permission, eyes pleading, then slides the hand that’s around Harkonnen’s neck up to firmly grip him under his chin. “Come.”

Not needing to be told twice, Harkonnen immediately obeys. With a final pump of his hand, he grunts and shudders, whimpers, “Llaine,” as bright pink fluid haphazardly coats his hand and arm and shirt — enough that some of it audibly splatters onto the floor.

“Good boy,” Llaine repeats after Harkonnen’s spent. He releases him as the aftershocks set in and takes a step back to eye the mess. He swipes off the few wayward drops that managed to reach his belly with a finger, and deliberately wipes if off on Harkonnen’s shoulder. “It’s late. Clean this up before you go.”

Llaine ignores his own mildly stirring erection as he turns away; is sure that he feels wet, trembling lips briefly caress the back of his shoulder, yet refuses to spare Harkonnen another glance.

He returns to his bed, acting as if Harkonnen isn’t there, and settles upon it once more with his book.

Llaine forgets about both Harkonnen and the ‘punishment’ that just transpired as he gets lost in the pages — until he eventually hears a soft, “Goodnight,” as Harkonnen slips out.

#so mANY words *0*b #p: smoke and mirrors #xemspost

[bts-love-sweat-tears]

Tickled Pink (Follower Celebration Fic #4)

Title: Tickled Pink

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Type: Fluff, ultra-domestic! Joon

Rating:G, except for gratuitous language. I think you can say the f-bomb once in a PG-13 movie, so this would probably be R if it were a movie. Sorry not sorry! :P

Word Count: 1,505

A/N: Namjoon fluff as requested by a lovely anon!  Spot who’s whipped for Namjoon’s fashion choices.  Yes, yes, c’est moi. I’m so sorry for the delay! I moved home and started school back up and it’s leaving me a little tired and uninspired. But please enjoy the fourth of five for my 200 follower milestone. If I don’t get the Tae fluff out quick, I might have to roll right into my next milestone lol. You guys have been so good to me, honestly. I know I’m terrible at chatting (infp problems), but I’m truly grateful for each and every one of you and the comments you leave <3

Well fuck. You’d been trying to help Namjoon out before he went on tour, doing his laundry while he was at the studio trying to wrap a few last-minute things up. He hadn’t asked you, but you had planned on surprising him by taking at least one thing off of his admittedly very long to-do list. What you hadn’t been planning on was one of your errant red socks making its way into the load as well, and now all you had to show for your well-intentioned efforts was a load of clothes tinged faintly pink. And not just any pink clothes: all his favorites that he’d been planning to take on tour with him. VISVIM, WTAPS, MASTERMIND, YAMAMOTO. The further you dug through the load, the more the dollar signs were adding up in your head. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. You knew he wouldn’t care about the money, but you cared about it, as a matter of principle. Not to mention his sentimental attachment to the brands that comprised his carefully curated wardrobe.

Your boyfriend was basically the god of disaster, so maybe you should have been expecting something to this effect, but you hadn’t realized that such a dubious distinction apparently applied to you through association. You sorted through the items again, trying to determine the extent of the damage. Bleach might work, you mused, but of course there was none in the apartment the two of you shared. Much to your mutual chagrin, it often sat empty, with Joon’s high profile career leading one of the world’s most popular idol groups, and your own consulting work. The two of you treasured the time you spent in the apartment together, away from the eyes of the world and the pressures of work, but what that meant now was that you didn’t have normal things that most people likely had at their disposal. You decided that you would take it to the dry cleaners and let them work whatever black magic (and strong chemicals) they had at their disposal. What you should have done originally, had you actually thought it through.

Before you were able to put your emergency plan into action, you heard the signature beep of your digital lock, and the door swing open and hit the wall, Joon’s cursing muffled as he kicked off his shoes in the entryway. Panicked, you scrambled around the laundry room, burying the recently dyed load under some sheets you’d been meaning to get to.You would just have to take them to the cleaner and ship them to him later.You tripped/skipped out of the laundry room, swooping in for a hug. You stayed there longer than strictly necessary, breathing in the comfort that Namjoon always provided. Even though you both of you had been through it (what felt like) a million times before, you always missed him like crazy when he went on tour. It never got easier. Thinking about the tour reminded you of your misadventure in the laundry room, and you felt a guilty blush paint your cheeks.

Fortunately, Joon didn’t seem to notice. He released you and began to putter around the apartment, throwing things haphazardly into the duffle he was responsible for.  You had no idea how he even knew what was in the duffle bag later, or how he found the power-cord that you knew would inevitably fall to the very bottom of his bag.  You used the stackable travel cubes, clips, ziplock bags, and anything else that might make the journey as painless as possible. After two near misses with his passport, you had bought him a passport holder he could wear under his clothes, but unsurprisingly, he had lost that almost immediately as well. Opposites attract, or so they say. He was lucky that BigHit staff handled most of the mandatory stuff or might be missing a shirt when he went on stage. But tonight it worked in your favor, since he probably wouldn’t even realize that he had packed different shirts than he had originally intended. Regardless, every minute he putzed around, you expected a confused, “Babe, have you seen the shirts I set aside earlier?”

You tried to stay up as long as possible, not trusting your luck thus far. But your eyelids soon dropped closed, soothing voice of whatever TV personality lulling you into a dreamless sleep on the couch. Joon usually stayed awake the night before a long-haul flight, with the intention of adapting to whatever new time zone he would be in (and to make the godawful travel time seem a little shorter). If you couldn’t be sleeping next to him, the couch was your next favorite spot, the back and arms of the chair caging you in comfortingly.

Some time later, you felt a gentle kiss press into your forehead, and a warm presence moved a blanket onto you. You stirred slightly, struggling to move after whatever REM cycle you’d just interrupted.

“Shit, babe, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Joon looked repentant, voice with that late-night raspy edge that you loved.

“What time is it?” You murmured, voice almost as scratchy as his.

“Four,” he replied softly. “I have another hour or so before I need to leave. Since you’re awake now, should we take this to the bedroom?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively but from the lightness in his tone, you knew he had something else in mind.

You grinned back. “Joonie, you know I can never say no to cuddles.” The two of you relocated to the master bedroom a few doors away, and you spent your last night for three-ish months wrapped in each other’s arms. Perfection.

You had been together for a long time, but you would never get tired of his cuddles. Though sometimes you felt like his long limbs were everywhere when you were trying to sleep, always snaking their way to “your” side of the bed, they were perfect when you wanted to be tangled up in him. He idly rubbed small circles in your back. Normally, you weren’t touchy, and your friends used to ask you what you would do when you met someone and didn’t want to touch. But what they didn’t understand was that you didn’t want casual touches from people you didn’t know well. Joon and you were like halves of the same whole; puzzle pieces with different edges but fundamentally the same when it came to the big picture.  You exhaled and moved even closer, knowing that it would be months before you felt this way again.

What felt like moments later, he gently slid you to the side, shuffling around to find his slippers. It was still dark outside, and while Namjoon had turned on a few dim lights, the shadows felt foreboding. Or maybe it was just because you knew a long separation was coming. You dozed lightly while he got dressed, dreaming that you could prolong the inevitable.

Joon laid a gentle hand on your shoulder, alerting you to the fact that it was time. You used to want to go to the airport to see him off, but with the pushing and shoving of the fans (and the fact that they two of you had to be relatively covert), it no longer seemed worth it. He brought you in, tighter than usual, and he seemed just as unwilling to let go.  You arched your neck up, peppering kisses along as much of his face as you could reach. He smiled, dimples out full force, and though it killed you now, you knew you would make it through this, as you had before. Thank God for FaceTime.

A car horn honked outside, signaling that he really had to leave. With a final kiss, he grabbed his bag and shoes, and was out the door.  A mix of dejected and exhausted, you plopped back into bed, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep before your own workday started.  You weren’t fully awake, so you hoped it wouldn’t prove too difficult.

Hours later, during your lunch break, after a productive morning trying to take your mind off a certain lanky boy’s absence, you found yourself perusing Naver for any interesting headlines, and that’s when you saw it. The airport photos had been posted, and Namjoon had opted to wear a (new) pink shirt with a unique dye job. Media outlets were speculating whether it had been custom-made for him. You snorted. It was custom, alright. He had paired it with a pink beanie, his whistle, and some pink Converse. You snorted-this was not what you had in mind when you had hidden it at the bottom of the laundry bin. But he looked damn good, and you smiled as you opened your text messages, seeing that you had an unread notification.

Hey baby, what did you think of my outfit today? ;)

Your cheeks were as warm as the hue he had been photographed in.

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WIP pose

Ok! This pose is a work-in-progress (because I'm still figuring out how to deal with the occasional odd angles that result once I rotate a rig's limbs) that I hope to share soon.

So far, I am ruined forever very happy with the expression on Lou's face.

Yeah.

Anyway.

Umm. What was I going on about again? Sorry.

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Salopette Edelweiss À Motif Léopard

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Pensée pour le quotidien, cette salopette longue possède un joli coloris mangue. En toile de coton, elle saura demeurer souple et résistante à la fois, jour après jour. La bavette ainsi que les bretelles sont doublées en popeline à carreaux, pour un rendu qualitatif et original. Cette barboteuse à carreaux se révèle très ludique, à l'image de ses couleurs vives et de ses motifs brodés dépaysants sur la poitrine. Le tissu est quant à lui très agréable, et les nombreuses fermetures pressionnées permettent d'enfiler le vêtement plus facilement.

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Hey! I got some writing for y’all! But it’s not done yet, and I’m very tired on a school night, so I’mma break it up into two parts. For now, here is part one!

Content warning for fights, death, gore, and gratuitous puns.

It was chaos. Jane was stabbed, Jasper had died moments earlier and his dead body was still upstairs in their room, and the worst part was Jack’s teddy bear was taken away. Jack had been slowly coming to the conclusion that his mother might not have been the wonderful person he had been convincing himself she was, and this was the last straw. That teddy bear was a gift from Jamie! Jack couldn’t let the last bit of Jamie he had left slip away. Jack begged his mom to let him keep it, because he needed it! But… she didn’t listen to him. She laughed at his suffering. She picked up the teddy bear, held it over the garbage disposal of the kitchen sink, and it edged nearer and nearer to destruction…

It flew out of her hands, and into Jack’s waiting arms. Jack wasn’t happy. Jack tried to be patient, and he could put up with a lot of things, but not this. Anything but this. He needed Jamie, and now this was all he had left, ad dammit if he wasn’t going to give his life to protect it.

“No.” Jack said firmly, staring right into her eyes. Never before had he ever been this menacing.

His mom sputtered, “What- No, you have to give it to me, I’m your mother!”

“No!”

She switched into her sweet mode, which usually worked when he was being stubborn, “Honey, I just want what’s best for you! I love you!”

“No.” Jack’s voice was void of all emotion. He had had enough.

She tried yelling at him, but still he didn’t relent. He was going to hold onto that teddy bear no matter what, and she knew it. So, she went for him with the knife she had used to stab Jane with.

Jack suddenly found he was able to read her like an open book, and knew exactly what she was about to do. He side-stepped her attack, and let her fly into the bookshelf behind him. She stood groggily, before stumbling nearer to him, holding up the knife. Jack stared at her, and she stared at him. The knife began to shake. Jack held the teddy bear tighter to his chest. For a moment, everything was silent. And then, his mother coughed. Well, it was more accurate to say she went into a coughing fit. That then made her choke on her spit. She gasped and her lungs heaved, trying to breathe. But she couldn’t. Of course she couldn’t. She dropped the shaking knife, that then flew back into its holder. She put her hands around her throat, and Jack watched as she fell to the ground. She struggled there for a while, but then she fell still and silent. Jack looked down on her as if regarding a dead fly. He nudged her with his foot, and as soon as he was sure she was dead, he turned towards Jane.

Jane’s eyes were still half open, barely staying conscious and alive. She smiled weakly at him. “That… was metal…” She whispered to him.

Jack wasn’t necessarily listening to her, since he was running around to try to find some gauze bandages to stop the bleeding. Once he finally dug up a first aid kit, he gently removed her shirt and began to attempt to treat her wounds.

“Wow… How sc-… scandalous J-Jack…” She murmured with a tired smirk.

“Jane! You’re actually dying! Stop trying to make jokes!”

“Well… I just have… such a sharp wit…”

“Jane!”

“Are my jokes… a little too edgy for you, Jack?”

“Jane, please!”

“Just… trying to cut… the tension…”

“Jane, oh my goodness, now is not the time!”

“What, do you… not see the point?”

“Jane you are bleeding out on the floor, now is not the time to be clever!”

“At least she didn’t… try to… stab me in the back…”

“Jane, stop it! Was that one even a pun?”

“Jack… stick with me now…”

“Jane! Stop!”

“Jack… this is just… a typical… slice of life…”

“Oh my god STOP Jane!”

“Jack… if I die… just remember… it was… knife knowing you…”

“Jaaaaaaaaaaaane!”

Jane let out a wheeze that vaguely sounded like laughter, before closing her eyes. Jack panicked.

“Jane, jane, JANE! Oh no, oh no, oh no, it’s gonna be ok, I’m not gonna let you die, just stay here, I’ll be right back!”

Jack ran upstairs, got Jasper’s body, and sat him down next to Jane. If he ignored all the blood, it was almost like they were asleep. Jack then ran back upstairs, gathered a bunch of their stuff together, and put it in one of their school backpacks (that was basically empty anyways). He brought that backpack and a different one downstairs again. He threw in the first aid kit, and raided the cabinets for old junk food to take and to eat. He was going to need the energy. After that was all done, he looked back at Jane and Jasper. Both were dead now. But it would be ok, because Jack had a bunch of sugar in him now, and had enough psychic energy to accomplish the task he had to do. He concentrated, clenched his fists, and then they both jolted up.

They were coughing badly, and not able to sit up properly, but they were alive. Jack grinned.

#Jack #Jane #Jasper #The thornberry Triplets #my writing #tw death #tw gore #tw fight scene #i know fights can get to me sometimes #but enjoy my unedited work

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Une vidéo révèle comment les "meetings" d'Emmanuel Macron sont artificiellement organisés pour donner le sentiment d'un enthousiasme inexistant.

Cette vidéo virale, qui commence à se répandre sur Internet, démasque la gigantesque escroquerie médiatico-financière que constitue le prétendu "phénomène Macron".

Les organisateurs des "meetings Macron", qui semblent disposer de ressources financières illimitées, ont recours à toutes les dernières techniques manipulatoires pour en donner l'image d'un prétendu "succès".

Or, comme le décortique cette vidéo, l'ambiance de ces réunions publiques (d'ailleurs rares : une toutes les trois semaines en moyenne) y est complètement fausse et préfabriquée.

On y voit que le public se scinde en deux :

d'une part, le grand public - venu sous l'effet d'une promotion médiatique colossale - qui semble se demander ce qu'il est venu faire là, et qui reste très majoritairement dubitatif, sceptique et indifférent face au discours grandiloquent, ridicule et creux de Macron.

d'autre part, quelques dizaines de "fans" et de "helpers", auxquels sont distribués drapeaux, T-shirts, et surtout des instructions en direct par smartphones, afin de "chauffer" artificiellement la salle.  

Les instructions, qui sont envoyées minute après minute par les organisateurs, indiquent à ces quelques dizaines de figurants les moments où ils doivent applaudir, hurler tel ou tel slogan, agiter les drapeaux, etc.

Pour parachever la manipulation, les caméras de télévision s'attardent sur cette seule partie du "public", en faisant croire qu'il s'agirait de la réaction générale de toute la salle !

Enfin, en "remerciement" de leur rôle de figurants, les "fans" et les "helpers" sont ensuite invités gratuitement à passer une soirée dans une boîte de nuit...

Cette vidéo a aussi le mérite d'écrire noir sur blanc plusieurs passages du texte des discours de Macron.

Ces discours constituent eux aussi des modèles de manipulation répugnante : jouant sur le sentimental et l'affectif, les phrases que Macron débite ne sont qu'un alignement de slogans, totalement vides du moindre raisonnement et du moindre programme construit. Il s'agit de la démagogie la plus vile.

On notera au passage que Macron n'est pas seulement la marionnette des milliardaires, mais que c'est aussi un personnage falot, acteur maladroit et très mauvais orateur.

CONCLUSION

Cette vidéo doit être comparée à ce qui se passe dans mes réunions publiques. Macron, ses donneurs d'ordre milliardaires et ses conseillers en communication, ont délibérément fait le choix de prendre les Français pour des imbéciles. Macron table sur leur ignorance et sur des techniques de manipulation comportementales et psychiques.

Pour ma part, j'ai fait le choix exactement inverse. Avec tout le respect que je dois à mes concitoyens, et en faisant confiance à leur intelligence collective, je consacre toute mon énergie, depuis bientôt 10 ans, à donner à mes compatriotes toutes les clés pour comprendre les vraies raisons du désastre actuel.

Macron fait des "meetings" à grand spectacle - qui doivent coûter au moins 150 à 200 000 euros pièce - toutes les trois semaines. Ces "meetings" rassemblent quelque 4 à 6000 personnes, qu'il présente mensongèrement comme rassemblant "15000 personnes". Parmi eux, quelques centaines de comparses vocifèrent "Macron président" pendant que le reste du public reste de marbre.

Au fait ? QUI PAYE toute cette mise en scène ?

Pour ma part, je tiens des réunions publiques avec une très grande économie de moyens puisque je ne suis pas financé par des banquiers et des milliardaires mais seulement par le peuple français. Les salles nous sont prêtées gratuitement ou, lorsqu'elles ne le sont pas, ne nous coûtent généralement pas plus de 200 à 400 euros. Quant aux "verres de l'amitié" que nous servons en fin de réunions (quelques jus de fruits assortis de quelques paquets de gâteaux apéritifs), ils nous coûtent quelques dizaines d'euros.

Je rassemble en moyenne entre 120 et 260 personnes (avec des pointes comme à Lyon avec 420 personnes). Mais, comme j'organise 3 réunions publiques en moyenne par semaine depuis des mois, cela signifie que je rassemble chaque mois quelque 2400 à 3000 personnes.

Non seulement ce score n'est finalement pas si éloigné de celui de Macron, mais, à la différence de celui-ci, il n'y a ni "fans" ni "helpers" chargés de "chauffer" la salle. Le public qui vient n'est pas venu sous l'effet d'une propagande de masse, mais grâce à Internet et au bouche-à-oreille. Il assiste, passionné, à toutes les explications et à toutes les propositions que je fais, en ayant retrouvé le sourire, l'espoir en la politique, et la confiance en la France.

François Asselineau

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