#if we mix colours from light; we'll get white?

[notsoblackandwhite101]

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Hey there Puparoonies! With December fast approaching and a new 101 Dalmatian Street trending party set up for Jan 2- Jan 3, I figured I should make some ART! I've made an all new drawing grid just for Drawcember and made it vague so people can reuse it for whatever fandom they want! (A shout out back to me so I can see your art would be great if you do btw!)

HOW ITS GONNA WORK- I have made a grid of aesthetics that will be the theme of the piece. Basically I'll draw a characters in an outfit that matches the aesthetic provided. They will get a hat, a bag and a piece of jewellery and I'll try to make it match their personality if I can! (For example, if Dylan got the Space Aesthetic I'd go more sciency. For Dawkins, more sci-fi show. For Dolly, cool aliens!)

HOW DO WE PICK THE CHARACTERS TO AN AESTHETIC?! - I'll be holding polls to decide now that Tumblr can do that. We have an A team and a B team. So we'll be voting on two Aesthetics at a time. I'll post the Aesthetic and a description so you know what to expect.

WHAT ARE THE AESTHETICS?!

(Photos just grabbed off of google. All pictures here are not mine.)

Descriptions

(Please note that aesthetics can very from person to person on what they mean, and what they include!These are just my takes.)

Pastel- The pastel aesthetic is just as straightforward as its name, focusing on everything that's less saturated and in lighter hues. In particular, the word “pastel” refers to a soft and delicate shade of a color produced by adding more white.

Vaporwave- The Vaporwave aesthetic incorporates early Internet imagery, late 1990s web design, glitch art, and cyberpunk tropes, as well as anime, Greco-Roman statues, and 3D-rendered objects. VHS degradation is another common effect seen in vaporwave art.

Dark - Dark aesthetic covers a wide range of different things. If its dark and edgy , it can fall under this same system. Sometimes there's horror elements, but it can also be cutesy. All you really need is black, greys, and sparse uses of blood red and neon green. Some spikes can't hurt either!

Neon- The Neon aesthetic (Or Glowwave.) Is the use of bright, almost glowing colors on darker scenes. Reflective surfaces, sparkles and bright 'neon' pink can dominate this aesthetic.

Pastel Goth- Pastel Goth is an aesthetic that is a result of mixing goth or grunge with the sweet pastel elements of the kawaii aesthetic. Think if horror was cute, or cute was horrific if that's easier. Lots of black and pastel colours here.

Punk-Punk aesthetics determine the type of art punks enjoy, which typically has underground, iconoclastic, and satirical sensibilities. Punk can be as messy or minimalist as you want. It also tends to be more focused on the handmade, reused and recycled. Newspaper collages, safety pin, metal spikes, oh yeah!

Black and white- Contrast. That is the core of the Black and White aesthetic. Using only grayscale to convey detailed images. Tends to be fancy, simple and clean!

Rainbow- COLOUR, COLOUR, COLOUR! Rainbow is all colour all the time! With clear, fun shapes and fun splatters, rainbow is just... colourful fun.

Space- Spacecore is a type of aesthetic that is centered around astronomy, stars and planets. It can also be called astrocore or cosmic core. Spacecore uses lots of stars and planet type things in clothing or decor. Many spacecore aesthetics will have pictures of the sun, the moon or the stars.

Cottagecore- Cottagecore is an aesthetic that celebrates simple living, particularly in the countryside. It encourages a lifestyle rooted in traditional skills—like baking bread, gardening, and sewing your own clothes. Basically you live in a modern day Jeremiah Puddleduck book.

Pale- Palewave centers around muted and pale colors with a very relaxed and comfy vibe. Think light, easy, breezy and gentle designs. Nothing pops out right off the bat in this muted aesthetic.

Kidcore- Bright colours, cartoon designs, nostalgia, and fun! Its somewhat similar to rainbow, but you can't escape consumerism in this aesthetic usually! Toys, games, anything to do with just being a kid and enjoying life is included!

NOW WHAT?!

Now you vote in the polls! Just pick whichever character you want to see in the aesthetic listed. Please note that in order to draw this all in one month, I will be making the polls quick! The first one I'll have last a week, to help spread the word, but after that they will likely only last a day! That being said, each character will only be used ONCE. So once they're picked for an aesthetic, their off the voting board. Were you hoping a character would get a different one? Well don't worry! I may do this again, or you can try it yourself to! Just have fun!

Make sure to follow @bks-blogs for more 101 Dalmatian Street news and updates for the trending party!

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[plantcompany]

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As we explore the wonders of arrowhead plants, we'll also uncover the numerous reasons to buy indoor plants online NZ and introducing these natural wonders into your home, from enhancing air quality to adding a touch of natural elegance to your decor.

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[restoreworks]

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[athousandbyeol]

black and white; it's you. it has always been you.

#bad buddy #bad buddy series #bad buddy edit #patpran #pat pran #patpran edit #colours for patpran #episode 5 is the pinnacle of the whole drama #the emotions were so intense i was (and still) breathless whenever i do a rewatch #it was so beautifully done #this episode is the epitome of 'emotional rollercoaster' #i remembered being breathless when patpran were fighting #and i cried when they were on the rooftop #and i screamed when pat kissed pran #and i lost myself when pran kissed pat again #goodness #i was indeed a mess #episode 5 was hella crazy #do you know? #if we mix colours from light; we'll get white? #and if we mix colours from pigments; we'll get black? #i chose b&w for this set because i think patpran were feeling everything #happy sad confused relief anger jealousy love and so much more #okay sorry i'm losing my mind again #enough with the rant #mood: i'll understand - roza #na creates #for patpran

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Thoughts on the costuming of Bad Buddy (a thread*)

Episode 8 (2/3): PatPran

There's so much I want to write about this week that I've had to break it down into three different posts: one for Ink and Pa; one for Pat and Pran; and one about the Friends. But here's Pat and Pran...

When I wrote about my mint green colour theory before episode 7, I predicted that we would see a lot more of this colour when Pat and Pran got together...and yay, I was right! I've already posted about some details but with the clothes we start right off the bat with Pat in mint green shorts. (There's also something mint green hanging behind the brown bag on the wall...maybe another bag? Perhaps we'll get to see Pran using it at some point...although he's only ever used his blue 'P' bag, so perhaps not...). Pat is also in a teal and black and white stiped top...but I'm not sure what to make of the use of teal to be honest - it might be that my mint green theory should extend to teal as well (so the whole dark to light spectrum of this colour) but I'm not sure there's been a pattern to its use...I need more time to investigate...

Pran, on the other hand, is wearing their colours - in blue and pink stiped pants. I don't think I need to point out both their faculty jackets in the background...but I guess I just did. (And that's Pat's bag hung up on the right).

Once dressed, Pat again has mint green on his clothes - in the writing on his sandy/orange (pumpkin?) t-shirt. In contrast, Pran is in white - perhaps symbolic of being anxious about people finding out about their relationship and therefore feeling the need to present a neutral façade. Of course, Pat, on the other hand, can't wait to be open about what they are and his colourful top shows that.

I've written in more detail about the friends groups in post 3/3 of this thread, but before episode 8 I had predicted that the engineering group would be supportive of Pat hitting on someone from architecture based on their colours - Korn in bright red and Mo in pink (incidentally, Pat has red details on his blue top) - and again I was right (yay me!). Of course we don't know what's going to happen next now that they know it's actually Pran...but that's for another day.

I liked this little interjection by the rugby coach, wearing this dark blue top with a yellow flower print - it seems like the possibility for Pat to be open about his love and happiness in front of his friends is blossoming...? 🤞🏽

Later both Pat and Pran are in shades of orange. I'm interpreting this as either a mix of red and yellow (so Pran's colour and their happiness), or a hint reinforcing Ink's importance with Pa and the potential of their relationship...or it could be a bit of both. Anyway, I love the yellow square over Pran's heart. He's upset at the beginning of this scene but softens in Pat's embrace as he recites the play's lines and is his happiest in the balcony scene later than day. This colourful outfit (with the blue jeans) is a stark difference to the white of earlier. The writing on Pat's top is equally interesting, not only the "PROUD" (okay you have to ignore the rest) emphasising how he feels about being with Pran, but the forest green colour. It alludes not only to the little animosity between him and Pran that quickly dissipates but also the coming difficult conversation with his father and ensuing angst.

And then after the conversation with his father, Pat is lying, dejected, in bed - all in white. Devoid of colour. Devoid of happiness.

But then we get that wonderful balcony scene, full of love and care and connection. Pat gives Pran the earbud case holder (which I wrote about in my episode 8 details post) with the red and blue 'P' and neck cord, and Pran gives Pat the 'friend/unfriend' t-shirt. Pat lays it over himself and he is again full of colour, full of feeling.

But...we need to remember that although this shirt is symbolic of their connection - having been passed between them and worn by Pat before - it is also an ambiguous dark olive/grey (and borders on brown as well - more on that below) which echoes the ambiguity of the 'friend/unfriend' writing...and the ambiguity that their status has been to them and is still to others. It's potentially foreshadowing the angst that we will see in part 4 of the episode, both between them and for the final curtain drop, despite making Pat so happy here.

And so for the angst...Pran's anxieties come to the fore, Pat and Pran exchange heated words, and the t-shirt gets pulled off and slung to the floor...the 'friend/unfriend' wording feeling ominous in the tension between them. Pat, as Riam, plays the xylophone to "express his upset" (in yet another scene where the play reflects their life) and it's fitting that Pat is shirtless - bare and exposed, vulnerable and natural.

I adore the framing in this shot - Pat is in front of a rich red curtain, stood on a red base, with the yellow buffalo (?) between him and Pran in the foreground shadows, and that hint of mint green above Pran's head. Pat is in the light, wanting to be out in the open with their relationship, whereas Pran feels he needs to hide in the darkness. The smiley face of the animal seems a direct contrast to the solemnity of the scene, almost mocking, but it could also be a reminder of the love and happiness that does still exist between the two despite their current difficulties.

Afterwards, after they have reflected and calmed down, they come together to reconcile. Before episode 8, I proposed a new colour theory, that brown symbolised a sacrifice or yielding, and here we have Pran and Pat sat side by side, separated by a brown roll of material 'haphazardly' leaning on the blue scaffolding behind them. They apologise, express their desires and their fears, and then yield a little to the other, meeting in the middle, understanding the other and compromising on their needs and wishes.

In the frame is also the red fabric, the blue scaffolding, and the yellow of the buffalo (which has been purposefully moved here from the front of the curtain for this shot). Not only that, I realised after seeing @elogval's beautiful artwork that the wall on the left is mint green. All the important colours. Regarding the clothes, Pran is in a sandy top with blue stripes (I have written about this in the friend group post - 3/3 of this series) and Pat is holding the 'friend/unfriend' shirt. It's not a surprise that after he puts it on again we come to the final moment of trouble - when the curtain falls and their relationship gets revealed.

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#*pun absolutely intended #bad buddy #bad buddy series #bad buddy the series #patpran #pat x pran #btw I choose to write their names alphabetically #same goes for InkPa #it's not an assumption of their relationship #bad buddy costume colour theories #bbcct #red=pran #blue=pat #forest/olive green = conflict or obstacles to the characters’ happiness #yellow=the characters' love and happiness #mint green=the characters' union as a couple #brown=sacrifice/giving in/yielding #burnt orange=ink #lime green=pa #so many colours 😂 #I think I'm going overboard now #bad buddy episode 8

[evafrechette]

Superstar Glow

↠ seokjin x jimin | smut | pornstar!au, 1970s!au | 21+ | 4k

↠ Summary: “H-hello, I'd like to order a pizza please, with extra sausage. Mmmm I do enjoy a good ol' sausage." Jimin’s voice soft and seductive. He placed the phone on the ground and began to grind down on the mattress, head thrown back in ecstasy while his fingers twisted the nipples that peaked out of the top of his bustier. Seokjin was getting hard watching the scene unfold in front of him. . .

“Superstar Glow is a brilliant new porn film. Fantastic debut by actor Kim Seokjin. It simply is the best film of 1975.” - Jeon Jungkook, Playguy Magazine.

(Aka Seokjin films his very first Porno)

↠ Warnings: anal sex, anal fingering, anal fisting, blowjobs, swearing, drug use, come shot, come eating, seokjin has a huge cock, porn films, terrible pizza related pick up lines, jimin in lingerie, 70s slang, drinking, casual mention of cheating, filming a porn video.

Seokjin confidently strode into the warehouse. It smelled strongly of cigarette smoke mixed with patchoulli incense which tickled his throat when he breathed in. Right in the center of the room was a circular shaped bed sitting on top of a large brown shag mat, partitions surrounded the afghan blanket covered bed which had 3 spotlights shining brightly in it’s direction. A funky bass line and rhythmic drums reverberated around the large room as people walked on by, cigarettes lazily hanging from their mouths as they carried long thick cables wrapped around their arms and bulky cameras perched on their shoulders.

In the far corner of the space sat a dressing table, the mirror lined with bright lights. A small man with thick thighs was currently perched on top of a fur covered stool, brushing his blond hair back gently. He was wearing a black and red lace bustier which brought attention to his muscular chest, garter belt with nude coloured stockings and silky black panties which showed off a rather impressive bulge. He was a very pretty man and Seokjin was pleased to be staring alongside someone so gorgeous.

Today was Seokjin's porno debut. He had been scouted at an adult movie theatre during a late night session of ‘Boys in the Sand’ by a director who happened to be sitting in the same row as him.

As with all adult theaters once the movie started, the dicks came out and his large size had garnered the attention of the man a few seats away. Seokjin was naturally skeptical, thinking it was a lame pick up line to get him back to his apartment to fuck. But when the man handed over a very professional business card and told him to "think about it" Seokjin realised the offer was legit.

Seokjin's watched the director Yoongi and his fantastic bushy chevron mustache adjusting the lighting on the set and walked over to say Hi. He was an quite the character, he wore a burnt orange turtleneck jumper underneath a brown, orange and pale yellow checkered leisure suit, his jet black hair was pushed off his face which allowed you to focus on his beautiful feline shaped eyes and strong eyebrows. A thick gold chain draped around his neck and several clunky (fake) gold rings sat on his fingers. His voice was deep, barking orders at the crew to get everything ready in time. He was also a short man, which would explain the very high brown and cream platform shoes he was wearing. Seokjin's ankles hurt just looking at them.

"Uh hey, what's crackin'." He asked once he had reached the man, holding out his hand for a handshake.

"Ahhh the star of today's shoot." A large hand shot out and slapped against Seokjin's, pulling him in for a hug. "How are you feeling today? Nervous? We have some cocaine if you wanna take a bump, loosen yourself up a bit? One of the guys can take you out back and suck your dick if that will help?" The man turned back to adjusting the light, mumbling about how you can't trust dope heads to get anything done right.

"Oh no, that won't be necessary. Once I'm in front of the camera I'll be groovy baby." His eyes continued to dart around the room taking everything in.

"Have you met your co-star yet?" Yoongi asked over his shoulder. "The cute little blond in the lingerie. He may look delicate and sweet, but he's a huge whore. Loves being stuffed with big cocks. Ah fuck yeah, that's perfect!" Satisfied with the lighting set up he turned his attention back to Seokjin dusting his hands on his polyester trousers. "Though, I've never had a cock as big as yours on my set, so this will be interesting."

Seokjin blushed at hearing this, he was truly blessed by the Penis Gods when it came to his manhood. Twelve inches of thick, tan cock. Even the vein that ran up the underside looked as though it was designed by a specialist penis sculptor. Yoongi had told him the night they met that his cock was made for pornography and it was a shame he wasn't showing the world his gifts.

The blond must have sensed he was being spoken about and made his way over to where Seokjin stood, swaying his hips deliberately with every step. He was a beautiful sight, a sharp straight nose that complimented his angled jawline, sultry monolids dusted with a shimmering brown eyeshadow, and a full, sumptuous pout that screamed "blow job lips"Seokjin licked his lips as he watched the way the mans long legs moved in the soft, silky stockings that enclosed his smooth legs.

"Yoongi, is this the Jive Turkey I'm filming with today?" The man cocked a hand on his hip, eyes roaming over Seokjin's body.

"Hey! I ain't no Jive Turkey, what the fuck?" Seokjin exclaimed, shocked that for the first time in his life he'd been insulted in such a way.

"Jimin mellow out huh? This is Seokjin, yes he is filming with you today, I hope they prepped you well earlier 'cause this man is gonna be a star baby!" Yoongi wrapped his arm around Seokjin's wide shoulders squeezing tight, "The biggest cock I've ever seen! He's gonna have you squealing like a little bitch, you're gonna love it."

"I was only joshin' you know me. I'm Jimin by the way." The blond made no attempt at a handshake, instead looking off seemingly disinterested in the conversation.

"See that door on your right? Head in there to get your threads for the shoot and when you're done get back here and we'll start, we're ready when you are." Yoongi clapped his hand against Seokjin's shoulder before letting go.

Once inside the small room he stripped off and dressed in the clothes that were hanging on the clothes rack. Crisp white trousers that fit like a glove, letting everyone see just what he was packing down below and a matching shirt that he made sure to leave partially unbuttoned. His hand brushed over the jewelry selection, deciding on a thin silver chain and matching ring. He looked at himself in the mirror and winked. He looked fantastic and he was truly feeling himself. He also couldn't wait to get out there and choke that sassy little twunk with his cock. The thought of his pink plush lips struggling to stretch around his girth had Seokjin twitching in his pants.

Once back on set the mood had changed, the loud stereo system had been turned off and the crew were in place ready to start filming. Jimin was sprawled out on the bed, hand lazily palming the bulge through his panties while he and Yoongi spoke in hushed tones.

"Seokjin! You look bitchin', that outfit is great. What's underneath is even better, oh Jiminie you are in for a treat," Yoongi clapped his hands gleefully, "Alright here's the skinny, Jimin is a horny slut who has ordered a pizza, Seokjin you are the pizza delivery guy. You come in and fuck his brains out. You both got it? It's porn, not rocket science. Think with your dicks not your brains. Can you dig it?"

"Right on." Seokjin nodded, walking to the prop table to pick up the pizza box before standing on the x marked with duct tape on the ground, just out of the way of the cameras. He unzipped his trousers and pushed his semi hard cock through the hole on the bottom of the pizza box. The only thing Jimin would be putting in his mouth today would be his cock. The loud wurring of the camera let everyone know that tape was rolling and it was showtime.

Yoongi slowly moved the camera towards the bed as Jimin's soft moans filled the room, his small fingers tracing up and down his stocking clad legs. Jimin picked up the prop phone pretending to dial a number.

"H-hello, I'd like to order a pizza please, with extra sausage. Mmmm I do enjoy a good ol' sausage." His voice soft and seductive. He placed the phone on the ground and began to grind down on the mattress, head thrown back in ecstasy while his fingers twisted the nipples that peaked out of the top of his bustier. Seokjin was getting hard watching the scene unfold in front of him. He really wanted his dick sucked immediately, but took a deep breath to calm himself down. Yoongi pulled the camera back and motioned towards Seokjin. One of the sound crew knocked against a piece of wood to replicate a door being knocked on and he quickly stood straight ready to make his grand entrance.

"Oh." Jimin crawled across the bed and skipped to near where Seokjin stood. One of the camera men, a tall man that went by the name Namjoon followed Jimin and stood directly in front of him, camera lowering to shoot a close up of his cock trapped behind the silk fabric, then making it's way to his face again. "Come on in." Jimin pursed his plump lips, before returning to the bed to sit, legs daintly crossed over one another. "Are you the pizza man? Because you sure look like you could deliver." He purred, stroking his length over the silk.

Seokjin walked into the shot, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He wasn't nervous before, but once he was under the heat of the lights, camera zooming in on his handsome face, well he was starting to feel like maybe he had fucked up on coming here today. Seconds ticked on by before he gained his composure, "Are you craving pizza? Because I'll gladly give you a pizz-a this dick." He pulled the top of the pizza box open, cock springing to life. Jimin's eyes nearly bulged out of his head which made Seokjin smirk.

He moved to stand in front of Jimin who was still sitting on the bed, using his free hand to run his fingers through the blonds perfectly styled hair.

"You're the only topping I need on my pizza." Jimin whispered loud enough for the sound boom to pick up, smooth as butter he dropped down onto his knees and took Seokjin into his hand, small fingers struggling to wrap around his thickness. He pumped Seokjin a few times before taking him into his wet hot mouth. Seokjin let out a gasp, he was surprised, he really thought the smaller man would struggle to suck his cock, but as he looked down he saw a blond head bop up and down expertly on his length.

Seokjin grabbed a fist full of bottle blond hair and moved his hips, shallow and slow to begin with then a little faster and harder, allowing his cock to slip further down Jimin's throat. The man hummed around his length, spit drooling down the sides of his mouth as he took Seokjin nearly to the base. Seokjin groaned at the feeling of Jimin's throat constricting tight around his cock. The sounds of crew footsteps and the glare of the hot lights above fading into the background as he lost himself to the pleasure of Jimin's mouth.

"Look at you, what a good boy you are, throat so full of my cock." He tightened his grip on Jimin's hair, "So pretty."

Tears ran down Jimin's cheeks, mixing into the spit that was dripping down his chin and neck. He pulled his cock free and slammed it back in without warning, fucking Jimin's pretty mouth with vigor. The camera men had moved closer to the action, a camera focused on Seokjin's cock while another filmed his reactions, the way his eyebrows furrowed whenever he felt himself getting close to his release and the quiet whimpers when he locked eyes with the man below him.

"Your mouth is too good at this pretty boy, I'm about to come." He groaned between gritted teeth, hips stilling as his hot release spilled down Jimin's throat. The blond swallowed Seokjin's load like the professional he was, falling back onto his ass, absolutely exhausted once he was done.

"Aaannd CUT!" Yoongi yelled from behind his camera, he pulled a joint from his pants pocket and motioned for one of the crew to light it for him. He took a big toke, holding the smoke in before exhaling. "Right on, right on. That was good. Shit, Jimin you are freaky deaky. Damn! This might just be my most successful film to date." He took another deep drag of the good Mary Jane and pointed at Seokjin, "Go have a drink, there is whiskey and beer on the table, or water if you're a square. If you think you'll have trouble getting hard again go and ask Hoseok for a little blue pill, that'll help. He's the jelly brain over there in the red shirt and fake Gucci belt."

Seokjin slowly removed his cock from the pizza box and threw it to the side as someone from wardrobe dashed over and cleaned him up with a warm hand towel. He tucked himself back into his pants and strolled over to the drinks table, deciding on a bottle of Rheingold beer, he nursed the red and white labelled bottle as he watched the crew change the film in the cameras. The tight knit all male crew made lewd remarks and joked around, while Yoongi the director sat in his chair getting stoned.

"How are you enjoying your first shoot?"  Jimin asked, face no longer a tear stained mess.

"It's pretty rad, not quite what I expected but it's all gravy." He replied taking another sip of the yeasty and fruit flavoured liquid.

"Yoongi was right, your cock is magnificent. I can't wait for you to fuck my ass. Don't be gentle, I like a bit of pain." The sweet voice next to him explained.

Seokjin nearly choked on his drink, everyone here was so open and had absolutely no filter.

"No fake?" He turned to ask the man.

"No fake handsome. They prepped me so well earlier you could probably fist me if you wanted. Don't want to scare you off on your first day though." He laughed, hand shooting up to cover his plump lips.

"I-I'll keep that in mind, thanks."

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Jimin and Seokjin strolled back onto set once the film had been changed and Yoongi returned from taking a piss. Now it was time for the fucking. Seokjin took a deep breath and looked down at his crotch, "Make me proud big boy." He whispered.

"Alright places people, let's get this thing done so I can go home and fuck my girlfriend before my bitch of a wife gets back from work." Yoongi called out, shifting to sit behind his Ikegami 3-tube colour camera.

Seokjin made his way over to Jimin, who was standing in front of the bed. He gave the smaller man a shy smile before turning his head towards Yoongi waiting for the signal to begin.

"3, 2, 1 Now Fuck!"

"I know this is pretty cheesy, but I think you're saucy." Jimin curled his hand around the lapel of Seokjin's shirt, pulling him so close he could smell the star anise and blackcurrent hints of his cologne. Seokjin leaned down and slowly pressed his pillowy lips against Jimin's, who slightly parted his own when he let out a quiet sigh. Seokjin flicked his tongue against the soft fullness of Jimin's pink tinged lips and deepened the embrace, tongue meeting with the other as he placed his big hands on either side of the mans soft face, tilting his head upwards for easier access.

He nipped at Jimin's bottom lip before pulling away to breathe. He dived back in, kiss messy and wet, their mouths wide open so the camera could film their tongues flicking against one another's. Seokjin nudged Jimin backwards towards the bed and helped lower him down onto the firm mattress, caging his lingerie clad body with his own. He rocked his already hard cock against Jimin, grinding hard against the silk, desperate to feel some friction. They continued to messily make out until Yoongi called out "Cut!"

Seokjin concentrated on getting his breathing under control. He was already so hard again and it was beginning to hurt. The man Yoongi had earlier identified as Hoseok came over and handed Seokjin a bottle of KY Jelly, "He's been prepped, but lube up anyway, we don't film that pain shit some people are into. Finger him a few times, slowly so they can get some close ups, then fuck him like you've never fucked before. Come wherever you like, just make sure to let us know so they can get in close and film it."

Jimin was on his hands and knees, silk panties long gone, as he spread his cheeks wide for Seokjin. His hole was stretched open, pink and glistening. Seokjin coated his fingers in the clear liquid and crawled behind the blond.

"Alright, no stopping this time. Let's get this cumshot in one go. Action!" Yoongi murmured, cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

Seokjin brought two fingers to Jimin's entrance and remembering Hoseok's words, slowly pushed in until he was knuckle deep. He pulled his fingers out, before pushing back in enjoying the sound of soft moans underneath him. Seokjin took his time to add another, and another, making sure to press down on Jimin's sensitive spot when he withdrew his fingers with each thrust. He watched in awe as Jimin's hole stretched perfectly around his knobbly fingers, clenching and fluttering due to his touch. He pulled out gently, coating his entire hand with more lubricant before lining up once more, tucking his thumb into the palm of his hand and steadily worked his entire fist into the blonds ass.

Jimin let out a long whine, teeth digging into his bottom lip. "Jimin don't do that, let it all out." Yoongi yelled unimpressed at his attempts to quiet himself.

Seokjin couldn't believe his eyes as he pushed in further, his whole hand disappearing inside Jimin's ass. He nearly came right then and there. He moved his hand shallowly inside Jimin's warm hole, cock throbbing as Jimin's pants and whimpers filled the room. "Fuck, you are amazing." Seokjin choked, enjoying the depravity of performing an act like this on someone. The camera men moved around the studio, positioning themselves awkwardly close to Seokjin to film what would no doubt be the highlight of the film. He looked over his shoulder and asked, "Can I fuck him now?"

"Yes, YES." Smoke puffed out between Yoongi's lips as he replied.

Seokjin withdrew his hand and quickly jumped off the bed to remove his clothes, flinging his trousers off to the side. Using the hand still coated in lubricant, he jerked himself off a few times coating his length in the sticky cool liquid.

"Do you like Pizza Hut pretty boy? Because I want to stuff your crust." He looked at the camera and raised his eyebrow before he slipped his thick cock into Jimin's gaping hole, balls snapping against the blonds supple ass when he bottomed out. His hole was surprisingly still tight and Seokjin couldn't help but let out a filthy groan.

"O-oh your cock is so big, it feels soooo good. Keep fucking my ass just like that." Jimin cried out mouth hanging open as he pushed back onto Seokjin's length. Seokjin slammed his cock back in again and Jimin fell face forward into the pillows due to the force. He spread Jimin's ass cheeks with his hands, watching as his massive cock stretched out the man below him. His grip was tight on the soft skin of Jimin's hips, leaving marks that would bruise by the evening. He leaned himself over the smaller mans body, chest pressed against his muscular back and rammed into him. They were both a whining, moaning mess, his cock brushing up against Jimin's prostate with every thrust. Seokjin placed his head against Jimin's shoulders, sweat making their skin stick to one another. He reached between his legs and took Jimin's cock into his hand and pumped him in time with his own thrusts.

"I'm gonna come soon, how far away are you?" He whispered into Jimin's ear, voice barely picked up by the sound boom. "Mmm keep doing that with your hand and I'll be coming pretty soon too, shit."

Seokjin faced the camera and seductively licked his lips, a hungry noise escaping his throat. The camera crew changed positions making sure to capture all the action from different angles. Namjoon climbed onto the bed, legs planted on either side of Seokjin as he filmed from above.

"Oh-oh shit, I'm gonna come." Jimin cried into the pillows, cock throbbing as his release spurted out onto the mattress underneath him. His hole squeezed around Seokjin's cock, so he picked up the pace and fucked his ass fast, desperate to reach his orgasm too. Jimin was becoming overstimulated, squirming his body under Seokjin's firm grip. He held on tight, thrusting so deep Jimin was seeing stars. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in his ears triggering him to squeeze his eyes shut as he focused on reaching his high. The tell tale sign of his approaching orgasm began, tingling starting in his crotch and slowly spreading out to his arms and legs.

Seokjin managed to pull out just as he came, hot cum landing all over Jimin's soft ass cheeks, slowly dripping down onto the back of his thighs. The camera moved in close focusing on Jimin's stretched hole and his cum covered ass, Seokjin leaned down into the shot and dragged his tongue over the smooth skin of Jimin's perky rear and began cleaning up his mess. He hummed as he licked away his salty release, eyes focused on the blinking light of the camera, corner of his mouth turning up into a small smirk.

"CUT! That was great you dirty whores! All right, let's get this set cleaned and get the fuck out of here." Yoongi passed his camera to his assistant and walked over to Seokjin, he pulled out an envelope and handed it over, "Here's ya mulah for the day. If you want more of that let me know and I'll book you in for another film. I think this one is going to do really well. Pretty face, huge cock, how could it not?"

Seokjin jogged back to the small room to get changed, he could shower at home, adrenaline was coursing through his body right now and he was excited to catch up with his closest friends and tell them about his amazing experience. Once he was back to looking like normal everyday Seokjin and not burgeoning Porn star Seokjin he made his way around the room, saying thanks to all the staff, especially Jimin who had given him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Seokjin reached the exit pausing to take a look back at the porn set. He smiled as he watched crew dissemble lights and pack away furniture and props. Yoongi had said he could do this again, an offer he would take up for sure. Working at the local grocers didn't have as much appeal as having sweet, tight assholes begging for his cock, maybe this was the start of a new career for Seokjin? He pushed his sunglasses up onto his nose and stepped out into the bright summers day, he entered the building a porn actor virgin and left with that superstar glow, he was a (porn) star in the making.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #seokjin smut #seokjin fanfic #Jimin smut #jimin fanfic #kim seokjin #seokjin #park jimin #jimin #jinmin #min yoongi #kim namjoon #jung hoseok #jhope #bts #seokjin x jimin #Bangtaninn #armywriterssupport #bts fanfiction #bts fic

[katefiction]

Chapter 2: she would’ve made such a lovely bride

Hi again and thank you for your comments on Chapter 1. As with that one, Chapter 2 doesn't use her name, but actually I was imagining a Kate-like character for this. We meet her again a few years after the 'weekend' in Chapter 1 and find out what happened because she didn't ask him to stay. I'm enjoying this format because it's nice to go back and forth. We'll meet some of these characters again in future chapters and fill in the gaps in the story. As always, I hope you enjoy! Based on champagne problems.

Love, Maria x

They thought she was strange. She always knew that. They tolerated her because she was his girlfriend, but there was an unspoken acknowledgement that she wasn’t their usual type of person.

As they drove up to the house, he sensed her discomfort.

‘You ok babe?’ he said, taking her hand.

‘Yeah of course’, she said with a tight smile.

‘You look nervous’ he said as they parked outside the house. His dark brown eyes could make any woman melt, and they did regularly. Everyone they met told her how lucky she was to have him.

‘Oh you know, all your friends and family in one place is a bit intimidating’. She left out the part where she felt they all hated her, that she wasn’t good enough.

He picked up her hand and kissed it gently, ‘don’t be silly, besides you have me’.

He gave her one of those smiles that lifted her spirits when she was doubting herself.

They got out of the car and he handed his keys to the valet. She thought it unnecessary to have a valet for a family party, but would never say that of course. She wasn’t one of their people.

The frontage of the house was imposing. Five steps lead up to the entrance, stone pillars framing the large oak double doors. The noise from the back garden rose and fell, reaching them at the front of the house.

At least she looked presentable, she thought. Even if she didn’t feel it on the inside. She wore a champagne coloured sparkling cocktail dress. The way it folded and wrapped around her body was reminiscent of the Greek statues they had all around the acres of their property. Her long brown hair was styled with half of it up, and the rest falling in waves around her shoulders.

He looked even better. His light brown hair was such that you could run your hand through it as many times as possible and it would still maintain its perfect mix of roguish and smart. His cropped beard was a new addition, making him seem more mature.

The doors opened and they walked in, hand in hand. The perfect couple.

*

‘Oh you’re here at last!’ a woman came rushing towards them, champagne in hand. Her hair was coiffed neatly in a formal bun and she wore a dress smart enough for a wedding.

‘Hello mum’ he said, kissing her on both cheeks.

She took her cues from him and did the same to his mother. She smelt of expensive perfume and hairspray. ‘Hello Dorothea’ she said, ‘happy anniversary’.

‘Thank you dear, you look lovely’, Dorothea said with a slight purse of her lips, only noticeable to her. ‘Now come come, the speeches are just about to start’.

Above them, hanging from the landing was a sign with the words Happy 30th Anniversary Dorothea and Christopher painted on cloth.

Dorothea led them through the entrance hall, the parlour and the second kitchen to reach the back garden. The garden was lit up beautifully, lanterns hanging from trees and stuck in the ground. A string quartet played under a pergola as the guests milled around.

A clink of a glass signified that it was time for the speeches. Christopher went first, showering his wife with praise and thanking the guests for coming. Next was the friend who introduced them, followed by Dorothea who only spoke to introduce her son.

All eyes were on him as he began his speech. ‘Thank you all for coming today. If you didn’t know, I’m Josh, their favourite and only son’.

Josh spoke glowingly of his parents, their love for each other, and the happy life he’d lived as their child. Looking lovingly at her now in a way any woman would dream to be looked at, he told the enraptured crowd how their example had taught him how to love.

She was touched at his words, knowing they were genuine. But there was a numbness in her, one that had managed to push further and further down since she had met him. Tonight though, it was different. Something had changed.

*

‘I’ve been looking for you’ Dorothea said, appearing through the French doors from the garden.

After the speeches, the guests had rounded on her and Josh, some surveying her like she was the prized calf. She couldn’t stand being the centre of attention. She had been desperate to get away from everyone for a few minutes, so had hidden in the kitchen.

‘Sorry, did you need me for something?’ she said, startled.

‘Yes’ Dorothea said, taking her by the wrist and leading her out of the kitchen, ‘I want to show you something’.

They followed the grand staircase up to one of the many bedrooms. There hanging on the curtain rail was a white satin gown with pearls running down the sleeves.

‘This is the dress I wore 30 years ago today, it looks like new doesn't it?’ Dorothea said proudly.

‘It’s beautiful’ she replied. She wasn’t lying, it was a beautiful and opulent dress.

‘I’m glad you like it’ Dorothea’s eyes twinkled with delight - and with the many glasses of champagne she’d drunk. ‘Because you’re going to look lovely in it’.

Her heart stopped, ‘I-I’m sorry?’

‘It’s a family tradition, and as I have no daughters, you’ll be wearing it’.

She didn’t know what to say. All she knew was that she wanted to run.

‘That’s very kind’ she said eventually, ‘but Josh and I aren’t engaged and - ‘

‘No not yet’ Dorothea blustered, ‘but one day soon I’m sure, now I must go see Joshua about something’.

Dorothea rushed out of the room, leaving her alone with the dress.

She stroked the fabric and turned it to see pearls buttons all the way down the back. Taking it off the rail carefully she held it up to herself, looking in the mirror. It was what she’d dreamed of as a child, so why did that fabric seem more like a vice, those shining buttons like clasps that would suffocate her?

All she wanted at that moment was to be out of there. Back safe under the covers with someone who didn’t have any expectations of her. Back to three years ago when she hadn’t even met Josh. Back to when the weight of other people’s opinions didn’t crush her.

She felt guilty for even thinking about it. Josh was a wonderful, kind man who she didn’t deserve. She hated herself that he could never live up to him.

*

The party had moved inside as the air outside became cooler. She tried her hardest to speak to everyone, but their judgemental looks weren’t lost on her as they were on Josh. He was on the landing, when he tapped his glass to announce another speech. Her heart sank, please don’t do this. He gestured to her to come up as the guests congregated in the entrance hall.

His friends were grinning ear to ear, the same friends who sniggered when she told them that she lived in a one bedroom cottage in the middle of the woods.

‘Quiet please’ Josh shouted, commanding the attention of those in the hall beneath them. He placed an arm proudly around her waist.

‘We’re here to celebrate mum and dad’s anniversary, so I want to thank them for letting me share their special night. As you may know I met this wonderful woman three years ago. I knew immediately that she was special…’

Her heart started beating out of her chest, her eyes silently pleading with him to stop.

‘In 30 years time, I know that we’ll be just like them, celebrating our anniversary’, he beamed and turned to her, getting down on one knee. The crowd gasped in delight beneath them.

She froze, unable to express how much she didn't want this.

Out of his pocket, he pulled a ring, a large round diamond with smaller diamonds surrounding it. ‘My love, this ring belonged to my mother and now I want it to belong to you…’ he began.

She couldn’t hear anymore of it, it was as if the edges were blurring around her. She noticed he was holding her hand, ready to slip on that ring and she pulled it away slowly.

‘Please...stop’ she whispered. But he clearly hadn’t heard her as he was still talking. She said it louder this time ‘I can't, please stop!’.

It was as if the air had been sucked from the room.

He looked up at her like a deer in the headlights, ‘what do you mean?’

‘I can’t do this’ she repeated. ‘It’s too much’.

He stood up, and speaking quietly he said ‘I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have done it in front of everyone’.

‘You shouldn’t have done it...at all’ she said, tears brimming in her eyes now.

‘What are you talking about?’ he said with the pain of a wounded animal.

‘You’ll find someone else and she’ll make everything better’ she assured him, even though she didn’t believe it. She thought finding someone else would patch up her torn heart too, but it hadn’t worked.

‘You’re not making any sense, this is what we wanted’ he said, confusion etched all over his face.

‘I’m so sorry’, she took his hand and squeezed it, knowing it was the last time she’d do that.

Without looking back, she turned and ran down the stairs, leaving him crestfallen on the landing.

She heard him calling her name, begging for her to wait. She heard the murmurs of his family, mortified at his expense.

‘She would’ve made such a lovely bride…’

And she heard one last thing from his friends as threw herself out into the air.

‘What a shame she’s fucked in the head’, they said.

The end.

#royal fanfiction #cambridge fanfiction #folkloreseries #katefiction #folklore #evermore

[filypadreams]

Fleeting Touches

( Asmodeus x GN!MC)

Synopsis: Do you know what fleeting means? It means you should apreciate every moment while you can. Even if you get lost in illusions for it.

TW: Slight angst

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The streets were full this time of the year, even with the cold weather. It was a race for most humans to get that last minute gift for that special someone.

Their children, parents, grandparents or significant others. For some reason it's tradition to get that one person a last minute present.

And that's always a disaster...

" Calvin Klein One... with bergamot, cardamom, pineapple and jasmin. Tropical? Or maybe Dolce & Gabanna Velvet Exotic Leather. Traditional and italian... also at good prices, I need to ask if they are antiallergenic! "

I spend 15 minutes on the line but get both perfumes and walk outside onto the sunny street. It's not as busy as the mall and I really should get home before it gets to close to one pm.

Today, faces are a blur to me.

" Thanks for the tip Asmo, I was sick of the strong scents of women perfumes and the always down to earth male ones~"

I cheerfully speak to myself while touching the 'tattoo' above my left breast.

It's a one-way communication system. I'm not even sure Asmodeus hears what I tell him but I sure do hear his thoughts.

" Ohhh, bootie alert at 12! No, wait! Delicious curves at 4- oohh...that's a mix at 9 o'clock~!"

I see a man, woman, I think the last one is in mid transitioning but I'm not sure.

" He'll be a beautiful man, I'm 95% sure!"

" Maybe it's a 'they'... not that you can hear me."

Though I agree, they look...handsome. With a nice physique, curly shoulder lenght hair, smooth skin as if rivalling Asmos' ... and who can resist a dark biker leather jacket?!

No, stop. Don't let the mark influence you from your mission MC!

Setting the christmas gifts.

I start running in the direction of the bus station when I collide with a tall lady, her black shades falling to the ground from her beautiful light pink sweater.

My head hurts. It felt like hitting a brick wall...or Beel.

Are my only thoughts as I scramble to pick her glasses and my shopping bag. Good thing it was well packed.

"Oh my~ I'm so sorry, I didn't notice such a beautiful face in this crowd. I was retoutching my eyeliner, huhu! Let me help~"

The lady crouches down next to me. I notice from the corner of my eyes that she is also wearing a black turtle neck... and has peach coloured hair...

" Asmo?!"

Darkness. A cold hand covers my eyes while the other takes the shades from mine and exchanges them with my bags...it seems. He whispers is my ear.

" Now, now. Don't ruin the surprise! I'm just a beautiful 'lady'. Hahaha."

And with that he dissapears. Everything seems to dissapear, as soon it gets dark and I'm sitted in my couch, replaying today's event.

It felt so real... I called him a lady.

Well... I don't think Asmodeus minds.

I walk around the tree, putting down colorfully wrapped gifts. That I went purposely to markets and malls to have wrapped!

Diavolo better play Santa and give me some grimm if I ever get an invite to Devildom, I blew most of my allowances with these!

On the blue corner I have vynil disks and office supplies. Getting stuff for Lucifer is hard.

The yellow corner... is a mess of acessories like shades and wristwatches and some jackets. Mammon needs a new one.

The orange corner was the cheapest but most difficult to prepare. I wrapped most of my otaku related rarities, in Devildom at least, and put them in a pile. Levi better apreciate my figurines!

The green pile was also simple. It's actually small with my old literature books. All from great authors and all trying to escape religious judgement so Satan might find that amusing.

I don't have a red corner, just baked goods on the table and two glasses of milk in case Santa visits.

I put purple pillows, warm robes, matresses and scarves around the tree. Belphie won't lose comfort soon.

And now finishing the pink corner.

There's the perfumes, some cosmetics I really don't get but my 'chest instinct' said to go ahead and...

" I hope he likes this fluffy bunny backpack!"

I kinda wanted the bunny for myself... but I can't.

The day went on so fast... why am I even doing this? Might as well call Solomon and offer him these so he can perform his rituals. I'll just wake up tomorrow to a full room of wasted money and a mountain of calories. An empty heart.

I caress the bunny when i hear rustling on my door. Something is playing with my wreath? I pick a knife from the dinning table.

" W-who's there?! Show yourself fiend!"

" Aww, that hurts to hear MC-chan..."

From the darkness into the light walks the same person I crashed into this morning.

" You better drop that knife before someone gets hurt..."

" How...Asmo, how are you here?! Why?!!"

Tears come to my eyes. It's been a while. A long while since I've seen any of them. Since I've had slumber parties with Asmodeus, self care sessions...

He shakes his head cleaning the few teardrops away with the back of his index finger and walks to the tree, messing with the gifts.

" Tears don't suit you well. Oh, you even got something for Barbatos... I'm slightly jealous, I thought you only thought about me~"

He starts opening his gifts.

" Wait! It's not even Christmas Eve. We need to wait until midnight at least..."

As I try to explain, his taller stature hovers over me, playing with my hair and putting a mistletoe, secure in it's knots. Wait... how is he so tall? The height difference is too abnormal.

" I'm afraid the concept of time doesn't apply in dreams, MC."

" H-huh?! Wha... the day... went on really fast. So you..."

I look down slightly dissapointed. The floor starts cracking and falling. Darkness and constelations starting to form under my feet.

" Afraid not. Christmas is not really part of our traditions, haha. Even if we had a great celebration that one time Diavolo proposed we did it with the exchange students.

I like the angel."

He points to the tree top.

" Oh, that... I was thinking of Beel and Belphie when I made the decision. It's my oldest decoration. I was thinking on putting a star this year but... I got a literal gut feeling to keep the angel."

I smirk at Asmodeus as he puts an arm around my shoulders, leaning me a little closer to him. We both apreciate the flashing lights from the tree. Even if it was fake. The rest of the room crumbles away and Asmo let's go of me to pick his gifts and stuffing them inside his new backpack.

" I know he was thinking of the only person that shines as bright as us two together.

Hmm, but you haven't been taking good care of yourself, MC-chan! Remember to follow the morning routine I gave you so your skin is almost as perfect as mine!"

" I haven't been feeling like...doing much I guess. I had a lot of work this year."

" Humans are always full of work. I mean me too.

Since RAD is closed for the 'holidays', we are back to our other jobs. Things get dirty real fast, so many pests! Maybe we can actually come visit during New Year's."

After apreciating the representation if Lilith, he turns to berate me, before picking a bottle of perfurm and examining it, followed by spraying some on while making a spin as he explains his bodyguard/demon threat exterminator job.

He must have loved it because he transforms, with a smile on his face and his horns move like pincers.

" I always found your demon form the funniest."

" ...Dear, I'm fabulous."

" Hahahahaha! Ok, but if this isn't a Diavolo, Barbatos or Lucifer' scheme... is it Belphegor's? You mentioned dreams, and it explains the constelations."

I look around, darkness being drilled by the light of many tiny stars.

" I think I see taurus... and of course he had ro include pisces. Mammon is supposed to be the greedy one, this is OUR moment!"

He huffes and crosses his arms. I chuckle and pat his back.

" So, I'm asleep at the same time as Belphie."

" It's night time in both worlds. You could say I'm an intruder. I was taking my immersive nightly bath as I prepared to get into your dreams~ I hope I didn't actually fall asleep, my poor skin!"

" How did you convince him?"

I wonder as he touches his arm and the parts of revealed skin as if to feel if something was wrong with his real body.

" Oh, well...he actually wanted to see you to! I also promised to take more cute pictures of Lucifer for him. But I don't think he admires his beauty the same way I do-"

The world trembles. Belphie must be waking up. And angry...

" Oh, dear! I must have upset him. This illusion will end soon and you'll wake up in your bed as if nothing happened. I hope you don't forget me."

Asmo walks closer and caresses my face. Kissing my forehead.

It's warm. Fleeting but I can feel his gestures. Even in a dream.

I slap his hand when I feel it sliding down my back a little too far.

" Ouch! My nail...ok, ok. I'm sorry! Won't happen again~"

He apologises when making contact with my burning stare and proceeds to act innocently after.

" It better not. I... think it will be difficult to forget you. Specially now. Make sure the others know-! Ahh!!!"

Another quake and I "conveniently" fall in his arms. I'm able to see his pixie sized wings batting in excitement.

" This is a cliché."

I mumble as Asmo wraps his arms around me.

" I need to go. I'm sure we'll see each other soon. You know I'll always be here. Literally. And I do hear you, you know?"

He pokes his mark, above my heart and pouts.

" ...I know... see you soon Asmo."

I pick his hand and kiss it.

Then I wake up. It's still the middle of the night. My room is cold.

There on my window sill are two roses. One peach and one dark pink.

The End

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Special dedicatory to: @shortnessangel

and @asmoluvsyou .

Bunny Backpack comes from: https://kawaiibabe.com/products/creepy-bun-backpack

(Curiosities: The perfumes are gender neutral, I can still link you the page where I found them.

The colour of the roses have a specific meaning. I can post the pic I got it from if you want.)

#obey me #obey me fic #asmodeus x gn!mc #asmodeus obey me #gn!mc #gn reader #slight angst #shikibutterfly

[highpriestofpalkism]

Darkness between Two Worlds -

Prologue

Please, reblog if you like!

"Darkness between Two Worlds: A king isn't enough, we need a god. Cover by: Paolo Bagnato, Made by: Arceus92 (me)"

Rick was looking particularly worried at the computer monitor. There were some rather notable anomalies regarding Titanus Gojira's journey into the North Atlantic Ocean, a few hundred kilometers from their outpost at Castle Bravo, in Bermuda, and he could not understand their nature. Godzilla had been reported in the same place for the past five minutes, and was frantically stirring in the water: his signal dot continued to shake, while the patches of colour around him, which indicated the radioactivity of the area, only became more vivid every second.

«What the fuck does that mean there is a higher level of radiation? And to say that until recently he was swimming calmly! He is moving as fast as he can! I think he is...»

«Rick! You have to calm down, I don't think it's something dangerous...maybe he's taking a tunnel to Hollow Earth...?», Chen replied, starting a list of possible rational solutions to that unusual problem.

«And since when does he become more radioactive if it moves? It only happens when he fires a nuclear beams or is under particular stress... »

«Consider that there is a very strong force five hurricane going near his location, he may have used it to clear the fog or dispel the clouds.»

«But why stand still on the spot wagging your tail? It looks like he's struggling with nothing!»

«It is impossible that he is fighting! There is no known titan nearby, and I don't think he would use atomic rays for simple preys...»

«Whatever. I'm not understanding anything!»

«What do you mean Godzilla is emitting more radiation?!»

Mark intruded into the discussion inside that small computer room: the events of 2019 had shaken him a lot, and, despite having managed to recognize the role of Godzilla within the ecosystem, he had become slightly paranoid after them, and when the titan began to make strange or unusual movements, he immediately panicked.

«Oh well, the hysterical has come...»

«I'm not hysterical! I just want to prevent that...thing from causing other problems!»

«You have to blame the yellow dragon and that ecoterrorist if the other half of the family almost died.»

«...»

Doctor Russel clenched his fists with bitterness.

«Come on, Rick, don't provoke him like this! We have far more important things to deal with.»

«Well, you're not wrong, but this one goes crazy as soon as Goji breathes!»

«"This one"?»

«Rick!»

«Okay okay...»

«Let me see.» Mark moved the chair Rick was sitting on to see the monitor. There was the dot that indicated Godzilla, the radiation around it, and the huge storm marked in yellow that was raging around him.

«Well...apparently that Gonorrhea resurrected»

«You like Sam's expression, huh, Mark?»

«For what he did, a nickname like that deserves it, don't you think?»

«It doesn't seem appropriate to me, actually...», said Dr. Chen, once she got up and moved closer to the two, to better observe the movements of the titan who had already saved the world twice.

«We're just kidding, Ilene!», Mark replied, «Three storms of a death song, the One who is Many, Gonorrhea...all synonyms-»

«Look here!»

The doctor pointed to the screen to signal a sudden movement of Godzilla, who had started moving again with energy after that sudden arrest of a short while ago. Apparently, the furious hurricane seemed to follow him, as the levels of radioactivity rose dramatically. They were proceeding to the outpost. Everyone in the room sweated cold. «I-it can't be...», Mark stammered.

«Ah, shit, here we go again...» «Ghidorah can't be seriously alive!» «Evidently Godzilla forgot a few pieces of Ichi on the street...», Dr. Stanton tried to play down, failing miserably.

«It generates storms in which it hides, it has been fighting with Godzilla for at least ten minutes, it increases the radiation levels...it's obviously him!» «Here I have to correct you, Mark.», replied the doctor. She was rather skeptical about any return of Ghidorah, which seemed impossible given her obvious death in the Battle of Boston. She wanted to find an explanation for that absurd riddle. «This unidentified entity does not emit any type of radiation, unlike the One who is Many or the King himself. We don't even know if it exists or not, if it was a coincidence that the hurricane followed Godzilla...»

«I propose to send a drone there, or even to go there to see what it is. It's all too strange...»

«With a force five hurricane that seems to get stronger with every passing second? No, thanks!», Mark exclaimed, rather agitated by the situation.

«Well, we have to somehow find a solution! All this could become dangerous if we do not intervene!» «Er...Doctor Chen ...»

Rick made a long line of concern mixed with discomfort and doubt, putting a finger on the screen and turning to Ilene.

«...He are approaching...»

«What?»

«The hurricane...is approaching...together with Godzilla...»

«Fantastic! Now let's die in here too!», Mark said desperately, putting a hand on his forehead, massaging it.

«The outpost is storm and hurricane-proof...we are in an area at risk, it is natural that this is the case, otherwise we would not have even built it!»

«Thanks for the story lesson, Dr. Chen, but as you said earlier, we have more important things to think about!»

Doctor Chen looked at Mark a little annoyed by his statements.

«Russel, maybe it's better if we go check it out...»

«We don't talk about i-»

The three jumped into air with fright, when the room was suddenly pervaded by a red light and assailed by a deafening din: it was the alarm. The hurricane was getting closer, and with him, a probably furious Godzilla.

«...Maybe it was better to be more careful with the monitor.» Rick complained sarcastically.

«Ah, everything goes perfectly as you said!»

«I never said that things are going perfectly, Russel...»

«Godzilla will kick our asses, he won't be as kind as he was two years ago!» «Oh, for God's sake, Mark, you're breaking-»

Dr. Stanton's voice was interrupted at the end by the sudden opening of the door of the room in which they were. It was Sam, pale, with immense fear in his face (as usual, I would say), as if a close relative had died, to bring bad news.

«Gentlemen...and madam, I believe you already know what I am going to tell you. G-Godzilla and a force five hurricane are approaching the base-»

«LYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!»

A very high-pitched and bursting scream, which in a few decibels would have broken glass, seemed to pierce the air at full volume, penetrating the ears of the unfortunate listeners. A scream never heard before, which placed fear in the souls of all the present ones.

«W-what the fuck was that?!», Mark exclaimed with his mouth open. «Certainly not Godzilla.»

Dr. Chen imposed herself with her voice, almost reassuringly typical of her. She was the only one who seemed not to be worried about that screaming throat thrown by who knows what: it was curiosity that moved her soul.

«We must go and see. Put on a jacket and let's go upstairs. I am alredy convinced he is fighting.»

«Ehm ... do we have to go?»

«Come on, Sam! We certainly can't sit with our hands!»

«... Ilene is right.»

The mythographer turned her gaze to Mark, almost surprised by his statement; after all, they had been in conflict for a few minutes.

«Can't I stay here?»

«No, Rick, you can't stay here. You will come with us.»

«And-what about me, Dr. Russel?»

«You too, Sam. Put your coat on and let's go.»

Rick got up from his chair, sighing heavily, rather annoyed. He swore in his mind that if it was yet another planetary threat, he would have thrown himself into the ocean. They all did as ordered, some with his times, some with others, and went out, taking the elevator, with the huge head of FeM.U.T.O. which watched them silently from above, attached to the wall of the base, beheaded by Godzilla in the battle of San Francisco in 2014. They arrived upstairs, with the saline ocean water around and the rain that beat wildly and uncontrollably against their clothes and their faces, as well as against the entire structure, against which the waves caused by that immense storm also clashed. Everyone, apart from Sam, who remained in the rear just before them, looked out at the metallic railing facing the gigantic whirlwind, still far but more than visible. The sky was obscured by gray and black clouds, while the turret continued to play the alarm signal.

A beam of blue light came out of the waters, pushing them by force and piercing the sky.

«...Well, there was no doubt that Godzilla was there, I think?», said Mark, in a mixture of fear, sarcasm and surprise.

«That was obvious...but I don't think he became a psychopath, you know! He must be fighting something!»

«Yes, Rick, but what?», Ilene asked rhetorically.

«We'll see-»

Everyone covered their ears again. That majestic and unknown cry, recognized as a battle by now, was issued again: the King of the Monsters came out of the waters violently with something white between the claws. It seemed to have fingers, and as the whole body emerged, thanks to the just dragged back covered with blue scales, it was understood that this was actually a wing. The colossal figure of Godzilla, almost entirely out of the sea by that time, answered the cry of struggle, more than supremely:

«SKREEEEEEOOOOOOOOOONGK!»

Everyone looked with open mouth, more or less terrified, at the titan and that unknown being who moved and rebelled against his grasp, still more than half submerged in the waves.

«What ... what the fuck is that?!»

Rick screamed, to say the least in amazement.

«I-it doesn't look like any of the titans we've identified so far!», Sam allowed himself to scream in the, who had now positioned himself with them on the fence.

Doctor Russel thought, and in this he was not even wrong: «{I have a bad feeling about all this ...}»

-Notes-

I'm not a native English speaker, so forgive me if you find mistakes!

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Various Indian Dresses for Various Occasions

Indian women have a variety of outfits in their wardrobe that are elegant, subtle, and ornamented. In a country like India, every day is a reason to celebrate. And this necessitates amassing a large collection of elegant outfits. Women should have Kurtas and Kurtis, ethnic sets, tops or tunics, gowns or Indian dresses.

One advantage of Indian dresses is that they are appropriate for almost any occasion. Furthermore, they are a more comfortable alternative to all other available options. Women require such an outfit option, especially in a country with a hot and humid climate. Women want to look their best for every occasion, and they deserve the best outfits as well.

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Most women avoid wearing dresses because they believe their bodies are unsuitable for carrying the look and fall of a dress. This is where Indian dresses come in handy. Indian dresses are designed with the Indian woman's naturally voluptuous body type in mind. As a result, these dresses fall gracefully across each woman's body.

Variety of Indian Dresses for Various Occasions:

Indian dresses can be worn for a variety of occasions. An Indian dress is perfect for any occasion, from a casual outing with family and friends to kitty parties and wedding shenanigans. A woman's dream is to have an unrivalled collection of elegant Indian dresses at an unrivalled price. That is why Bagh India is their preferred brand. Let's take a look at some Indian dresses for various occasions.

Indian Dresses for Casual Outings:

On a casual outing with friends and family, top quality Indian dresses will undoubtedly turn heads. Such dresses, above all, keep you comfortable for longer periods of time. An Indian dress adorned with beautiful motifs is timeless and flattering on women of all ages. If you want to try something new to update your wardrobe and overall appearance, you should try Indian dresses.

Pista green top looks the best when paired with white leggings or pants. If you are looking for one, kindly visit Bagh India store in Vadodara today.

Indian Dresses with Jacket:

Indian dresses, such as the one shown above, are ideal for a casual outing. It could be a relaxing brunch with the family or a leisurely walk with the girls. The dress has a unique design and a dori to perfectly fit your waist. What distinguishes this Indian dress is that it comes with a lovely jacket that adds a lot of elementality to the overall look.

This Indian dress, made of cotton, combines style and comfort. The two-piece Indian dress consists of a cut-sleeve cotton dress with a sweet floral pattern on the midriff. The jacket, on the other hand, is embellished with small square motifs in blue and rich floral prints.

What makes such Indian dresses so convenient is that they allow you to mix and match the jacket with other garments. For example, you could wear the cut-sleeve dress as a Kurta with leggings, or you could pair it with another Kurta. In either case, these Indian dresses can be used to their full potential.

There is no denying that Indian dresses with jackets make you look like the boss lady you've always wanted to be. Jackets give your outfit a sense of authority and power.

Give a woman the proper Indian dress and jacket, and she will conquer the world. It's finally your turn to shine in that jacket of yours.

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Indian Dresses in Pastel Colors:

Pastel-colored Indian dresses are very appealing. Pastel colours are widely recognised as summer hues because they accurately depict the spring-summer season. Pastel colours never go out of style and are always in style. Pastel-colored Indian dresses are typically paired with brightly coloured accessories. For example, this Indian dress has a pastel yellow hue that will go perfectly with your summer wardrobe.

Furthermore, this dress features floral embroidery in bright coral and green on the shoulder and arms. This dress will fall beautifully over your bodice because it has an A-line hem that complements the button-down style.

Such Indian dresses are appropriate for casual occasions such as brunch, a trip to the market, or a long drive.

Indian Dresses in Floral Print:

Floral prints and bright summer hues are a winning combination. As enjoyable as summer may sound, it is critical to dress in upbeat, yet comfortable, outfits. It is difficult to find a single outfit that serves all of these functions well. But there is one outfit that will not let you down.

Ladies wear floral-printed Indian dresses all over the world, not just in the Indian subcontinent. Floral prints and textures, in particular, have exploded in popularity in a short period of time. When in doubt, switching to floral-printed Indian dresses is one of the best decisions you will ever make.

Baroda print kurtis in Vadodara are popular for their enticing print and amazing colour combinations.

Indian Dresses for Professional Environment:

Professional settings necessitate elegance. Most businesses have a dress code in place for both male and female employees. Some, on the other hand, allow you to dress casually while maintaining the sanctity of the institution. It is extremely difficult to choose appropriate office attire in such a situation. Kurtas and Kurtis, on the other hand, are a working woman's first choice when she wants to wear something stylish, elegant, and comfortable.

Not only that, but Indian dresses are a great option for office wear, and we'll explain why.

When looking for the perfect office wear, high fashion Indian dresses in navy blue appear to be the right choice. It lacks nothing in terms of style and elegance. We cannot emphasise enough how much comfort and convenience Indian dresses provide after a long day. In fact, once you start wearing a dress to work, you won't want to wear anything else.

It's time to get rid of those sloppy pants and shirts. Indian attire, such as the one shown in the image, is appropriate for a healthy work environment. This is an ankle-length dress with a style that is simple. Only the midriff shows off some brilliant work with a tie up dori and cute tassels in contrasting off-white and light brown shades.

A high-quality Indian dress is similar to a Kurta, which is why it can be paired with your favourite bottoms. When the occasion calls for it, you can pair off white long kurta with any bottom, be it leggings, pants, or jeans.

The majority of Bagh India's Indian dresses feature an A-line hem that flatters all beautiful ladies with different body types. Furthermore, because they are made of rayon, such dresses are skin-friendly because they absorb sweat and keep you cool.

Indian Dresses for Formal Outings:

Indian dresses for formal occasions sound like a fantastic way to turn heads and receive compliments. Women adore receiving compliments! We understand this, and as a result, we have assembled an unrivalled collection of high-quality and fashionable Indian dresses for you to choose from.

Formal occasions such as weddings and other family functions allow you to put your best foot forward in terms of fashion. As a result, it is critical to make a statement with the right outfit.

Kurtas and Kurtis, suits and lehengas are all lovely, but if you want to stand out, you must be unique. Indian dresses will assist you in becoming just that. Unlike lehengas and suits that are encrusted with sequins and beads and make you feel uneasy, ethnic dresses are the most comfortable yet stylish garment that you can find.

Indian Dresses in Solid Colors:

What is it about solid colours that makes them timeless? If you can't decide what to wear to your formal event, a solid Indian dress appears to be the safest bet.

Solid Indian dresses are easy to pair with contrasting accessories like bags and add-ons like dupattas and scarves. As a result, they are one of the most convenient options to consider.

Get the look by wearing our red poly silk printed dress, which has a bright red hue that will make you stand out in a crowd. This is the ideal party wear Indian dress, embellished with sequins all over. The hemline is constructed in such a way that it appears to be a Kurta with a skirt. The detailed print on the hem of the dress is notable and adds to its overall ornamentation. Choose a nude makeup look to go with this dress and you'll be ready to steal the show.

Indian Dresses in Chanderi:

Whatever the occasion, whether it's a kitty party with the ladies or a parent-teacher meeting for your child, make the most of it with a suitable Indian Dress. The Chanderi fabric is a fashion statement in and of itself. Because chanderi is such a majestic material, it is ideal for auspicious pujas, office meetings, and casual outings. Are you spending time with your girlfriends? A Chanderi dress is the perfect understated yet glamorous outfit for any occasion.

Indian dresses in Chanderi give you a rich appearance and make you stand out in a crowd. These dresses typically feature eye-catching prints and distinct designs. The image shows a dress with a mandarin collar and a button-down style on the midriff. It has a slit in the centre that shows off the coral colour of the dress. The colours in the dress and motifs complement each other by being in perfect contrast.

It is a good idea to try to update your overall appearance and wardrobe on a regular basis. Pamper yourself with our latest summer picks, available exclusively at https://www.baghindia.com/ .

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