#it's an interesting dress and I wish it was easier to see the details.

[canary3d-obsessed]

Gu Xiang Costume Appreciation 8 of 9 (Word of Honor)

(masterpost)

#word of honor #gu xiang #woh costumes #costume appreciation #canary3d-original #except for the poster which is from goldposter.com #she wears this for like 3 minutes in the show #it's an interesting dress and I wish it was easier to see the details.

[reds-ultrakill-brainrot]

hiya! firstly, thank you for filling my current brainrot on this game, you are the best

could i get some gabriel romantic headcanons? enjoy your day!

You Were Like an Angel to Me

gabriel romantic relationship headcanons

x reader content (intended romantic)

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- he had never taken much of an interest in having a hobby before, his duties had never given him the time. this changes after he meets you, your passion in your hobbies inspire both affection and interest in him, and it isn't long before he begins practicing in his spare time to share with you - it isn't the most surprising thing that he is incredibly touch starved, however the issue goes further than that. Gabriel was designed to act as a soldier for God's will, a spear against the darkness and a voice for the aimless. the only compassion intended in his design was that for heaven's chosen, not himself. his reaction to comforting touch is shock and immediate discomfort, not to the physical sensation- he could drown in that, but in what it represents. all he had ever recieved were compliments for his actions and abilities, the people of heaven revered him, but they did not truly love him, not like you do. it takes a fair amount of time for him to settle to the idea of intimacy, but once he does he incorperates it into nearly every interaction, wether that be a lingering touch or a short embrace - i imagine his wings aren't corporeal, however this doesn't stop him from wrapping them around you while the both of you cuddle. he sees it as his job to protect you from the numerous threats across both heaven and hell and he knows with you safe in his arms nothing bad will happen - despite his distaste for their inhabitants he does appreciate the architecture and views around certain layers of Hell (such sentiment has never been voiced and never will while he serves the council). if you appear interested in viewing any of the more notable sights around Hell he will volunteer to take you, being that you are willing to go no further than an arm's reach. he trusts you, however he does not trust the wretched beings that inhabit Hell - a majority of his tasks are dealing with the more distasteful tasks such as quelling unruly inhabitants of Hell and overseeing the conduct of other lesser angels. he rarely wishes to recount his day to day activities, much preferring to hear about your own day to day life, mundanity and all. such domestic normalcy is a dream to him, so please humor him with details of chores and unruly hair, nothing would make him happier - he is quite easy to fluster, especially with any particularly forward expressions of affection. he quietly delights in the attention he receives for his reactions; teasing may have a slight sting to it but is much easier for him to digest than soft words - if you ever choose to dress in his colours or in similar attire you will find him enamoured, his gaze unable to leave you for long. he very quickly notices the gesture and the creeping burn of a blush doesn't leave him until he is forced to take a moment to compose himself - he is especially gentle with you. oftentimes he chooses to let you initiate physical contact to allow you to approach it at your own pace and to avoid manhandling you by accident. he is exceptionally strong, and all it would take is him being distracted to grip you too firmly and bruise you, or, Heaven forbid, worse. he has seen the damage that his wrath incurs and would sooner perish than harm you - he (much to his own dismay) doesn't have a mouth to kiss you with, however the both of you have learned to make do with other gestures. touching foreheads has to be his favourite, there is something about having you so close to him that calms him almost instantly. of course you are still able to kiss him, and despite his, at times, inelegance in other romantic interactions he is always quick to respond if you peck his cheek; expect to be swept up in his arms for a hug

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the sneak peaks at the new chapter have been really interesting so far, i am excited to see where Hakita is taking the plot (especially Gabriel's story) next

#ultrakill x reader #gabriel ultrakill x reader

[maneskintifoso]

Date night 🫶

Victoria x reader

— warnings— smut, fingering, oral (female receiving) and bdsm dynamics —

— summary: you and vic go on a date and it ends with fun at the hotel —

So when she asked you out on a date you were taken aback, why would the hot famous rockstar want to date you? It was definitely a shock and you weren't sure whether you should just say no but you were more ready for a relationship now and you really liked her. So you said yes. And now you were standing in your room mildly regretting it.

Victoria had sent you the address and it was a fancy restaurant that was in the east village. You knew that Vics vibe was very rock n roll and very fashionable. You on the other hand felt very unfashionable, you tended to for floral prints and sweaters and midi dresses. After lots of changes and fresh outfits you decide on a tight black dress with little pink flowers on and lace details. You feel sexy and pretty and you feel like it kind of matches Vics vibe. After applying makeup and finishing your hair, you get stuck on what shoes to wear. Black converse or platform doc martens. You settle on the doc martens as they are easier to get off.

Your phone rings and its vic

“Hey i'm just leaving now” you are running down the stairs in a rush not be late.

“Cool cool, yeah i was just ringing to check you are still up for tonight but clearly you are '' she lets out an awkward laugh and you can tell that she's also nervous.

“Yeah no i'm really excited”

“Yeah me too, i'll let you go cause you sound like you are running a marathon”

“Haha ok i'll see you soon”

“Ciao” you put your phone safely in your pocket and keep walking as fast as you can.

When you are just around the corner from the restaurant you stop and take a deep breath, you don't really know how adult first dates work and your friends have given you advice but what if you forgot or it was awkward.

You walk towards the restaurant and you see vic casually leaning against a wall, you put on a smile and walk up to her.

“Hey you look really nice” you chastise yourself for saying ‘really nice’ why did you say that? Why didn't you say really pretty or sexy or something more enthusiastic?

“Ciao,you look absolutely stunning, shall we go in?” she nods toward the door and extends her arm.

“Yeah lets go” you link her arm with yours.

The waitress shows you to your table which is tucked away in the corner of the restaurant and for a minute you are worried it will be awkward but vic is already talking to you and you are sucked into the conversation. Vic asks you about your job and hobbies and your college major and what life for you was like. You try your best to ask her questions about her job and what the whole fame thing is like and her friends back home but vic seems more eager to talk about you then herself. You order the only vegan thing on the menu which was a vegan burger and when she realises you are vegan she apologises profusely for not picking somewhere more vegan friendly. The date had gone really well and you were proud of yourself doing something that is out of your comfort zone.

“Nightcap at my hotel?” vic asks on the way out of the restaurant, you are pretty sure she is just asking you back for sex but who are you to disagree.

“Yeah sure” the uber ride to your hotel you talk about music and the models of basses that you wished you owned. It was sweet and you were so happy to have someone to talk about this with. You loved your band but the rest of the band played their instruments and had no interest in yours.

“So do you and your band do shows or anything?” you nod

“Yeah we play the occasional bar show and clubs sometimes, people are really getting into indie music so we are definitely getting more and more shows” she smiles widely

“Would you ever tour?”

“I would love to, I mean I guess it would need to be after we finish college but definitely” she looks like she is plotting something and you aren't sure what she is going to say next.

“You're always welcome to join us on tour”

“Ummm thats really nice of you, we wouldn't want to intrude”

“You could never intrude” she runs her hand up your thigh and a shiver runs through you.

“Do you like that princess?” you nod adamantly and she puts her hand closer to your pussy. You hold back a whimper for the sake of the poor taxi driver.

When you make it up to her hotel room you look around at the luxury interior, the dim lights and the neatly made bed. This was something you had never experienced, you had always lived in new york, the furthest you had moved was to your new flat. You stand in the doorway staring at the room, vic clearly notices you freezing and wraps her arms around your neck. You initiate a kiss, it's not even really a kiss, your mouths are just slotted together. She runs her tongue over your teeth, ist a funny feeling but not a bad one. She signals for you to jump and you are confused, you aren't sure how she's going to hold you. You are both similar sizes but you are a little bit taller than her and you are worried that she won't be able to hold you and it will be awkward. So the only thing to do is redirect her, you start kissing her neck. She makes these little throaty noises and you can feel yourself getting wetter.

She runs her hands over the bottom of your dress and you expect her to pull it over your head but she just runs her hands over your wet underwear. She lingers on your clit and you let out a moan, you expect her to withdraw her hand but she then pushes your underwear to the side and slides in a finger. Without any trouble she finds your g spot and your knees buckle no one has ever been able to do this. You had just got out of a relationship when you met victoria and lets just say that it had been very dry sex. But with vic it was magical.

You expect her to do something more or you hope that she does something else but she just pulls out her fingers and you try to almost chase after them. She lets out a raspy laugh and you know she's laughing at you but you don't feel embarrassed at all. You decide enough is enough and pull your dress over your head, when you look at her she doesn't look happy with you at all.

“Did I tell you to do that?” she says in a dominating tone. You look down in guilt.

“No mistress” she yanks your hair making your head snap up toward her face.

“On the bed and on your hands and knees now” you instantly get onto the bed in hope that Victoria will go easy on you. But you know that was probably unlikely.

She spanks you hard on your thigh and it causes you to jump and tumble onto your elbows.

“You will count for me cucciola and when i am done you will thank me”

“Yes mistress”

She starts hitting you alternating between each of your cheeks and your thighs. You keep count and after 20 you wonder if she has plans to stop but she doesn't she just keeps going. You can feel the tingling and stinging in you ass and thighs and you know sitting down tomorrow will hurt like a bitch.

“Puppy you are getting slow on the counting” she hits you again and again and you consider safewording but she must sense that you are getting close to your limit because she announces that she is doing the final 10 spanks.

After she's done you managed to stutter out a quiet “thank you miss”

“Do you want to keep going princess?” she gently rubs your back and its so soothing.

“Yes mistress” you can see her smile and she spanks you again.

“Lay flat on your back” she commands from behind you. You quickly lay on your back and lean up on your elbows to see what she is doing.There is a sharp pain on your ass from the spanks “I didn’t say you could look at me puppy” you quickly put your arms down so you are laying flat and look at the white ceiling.

She straddles your waist and her face is suddenly above yours.

“You look so good beneath me” she leans down and places a gentle kiss on your lips and it throws you off. You try to deepen the kiss and chase her lips but she sits up before you can. “Show how much you want me, touch yourself for me cucciola” you have never mastrubated in front of someone else before.

You weren’t really sure what to do, you never really did much to get off when you were alone and you were worried that it wouldn’t be good enough for Victoria.

You apphenively reach your hand down and toward your clit. You start rubbing slow circles and occasionally going up and down, it’s not doing a whole lot for you especially with the nerves. You let out a fake moan and vic pulls back from the kiss to look at you.

“Tell me you aren’t for real” she sounds snappy and you feel more embarrassed.

“Sorry princess I didn’t mean to make you feel self conscious” she rubs up and down your arms and you are unsure of what to say.

“I just rather have you touch me” you say quietly.

“Do you deserve it?” She’s got a more dominant tone again and instantly you are back into the scene.

“I took all your spanks mistress” it comes out slightly bratty and she’s got a frown.

“Tell me what you want then baby”

“Just touch me anywhere”

She runs her hand down to your pussy and rubs her hand over it. She starts to circle around your entrance and puts part of her finger in, you buckle your hips toward her fingers and she completely moves her hand away. You make a keeling noise and she shakes her head at you.

“If you can’t stay still then I’ll have to tie you up” you moan at the idea of her tying you up again. “Oh you really are a slut, wait there then Princess” she gets off you and goes to her suitcase. She gets out a tie and a scarf, it surprises you that she doesn’t carry round a whole sex shop with her.

“Have to improvise” she has a smile on her face and she is pulling your arms above your head and tying them to the headboard. She moves down to your ankles and uses one of her scarves to tie one leg apart and then the other to the headboard.

“Thank you mistress” she is kissing down your body and working towards you pussy. As she gets closer you start to get worked up and she gets closer but she just misses it and kisses your thighs instead. You roll your head back in annoyance and she just keeps going on her mission.

“Please vic” she moves up again and finally her mouth is on you. You let out a loud moan at her tongue on your clit and she uses her fingers to finger you slowly. She keeps going and your moans are getting louder and louder as you get closer to finishing.

“Do you want to come?” You nod ferociously.

“Let me hear you then baby” you moan loudly as she gets you closer to finishing and you let out little cries. “So pretty baby” your legs are starting to shake from how intense it is.

“Come for me” you come loudly with her tongue on you. She licks up the aftermath of your orgasm and it feels so sensitive, you are letting out little sounds from how sensitive you are.

She moves to lay beside you and you switch positions with her. You kiss her neck and she is letting out whimpers, you kiss down her chest and slowly start to finger her. She spreads her legs more and more as you start to go faster. “Put a second one in”

“You aren’t ready”

“Just because you are on top does not mean you are in charge” you mutter a quiet sorry and put a second finger in, it takes a bit of a push but when you do it she moans louder than she has so far today.

“Thank you Princess” she starts to get more frantic as she gets closer and you are starting to get more worked up. You can tell she’s getting closer when her moans get more and more frequent.

“I’m so close baby” you start to move your hand faster and swipe your thumb over her clit. She almost screams as she comes and you smile at her.

You lay beside her and she is breathing loudly and you watch her chest rise and fall.

“I’ll go get some cream for you ass and a glass of water, just give me a second” she rolls over and just lays there for a minute.

She gets and gently rubs a cold cream into the marks. You let out a little gasp from the temperature and she quietly apologises about it.

“I really enjoyed today” she lays back next to you and you smile at her. “Thank you for putting up with me” she seems a bit insecure about it

“I love spending time with you vic, I will always put up with you” she cuddles into you and kisses you lightly and you hope this will be forever.

#maneskin #victoria de angelis #victoria x reader #victoria de angelis x reader #maneskin smut #thomas raggi #ethan torchio #damiano david #måneskin

[twilightmalachite]

Altered - Prologue 2

Author: Akira

Characters: Eichi, Wataru

Translator: Mika Enstars

EN Proofer: PitXRoxas

"You killed me not because you hated me, but because you loved me."

Season: Winter

Location: Hospital Room (Private Room)

⚠️ This is an import from a unproofed Twitter Livetweet!

Eichi: Those who are geniuses are biased. I feel that you are trying to convince me using a common narrative, whilst concealing your true intent from me.

To get me to think that there’s not actually anything interesting hiding there.

Wataru: That does tend to be the case… I simply do not wish to cause much trouble to my parents.

I owe it to them for taking me under their wing, you see. I love them as parents and as family, and respect them as human beings.

Although, during the war, your strategy was to question our qualifications as idols and criticize us to the public.

You didn’t cut into what would be our private life, such as our family, didn’t you?

For that, I am very grateful. It is customary to kill an idol through gossip, yet you didn’t choose that method.

Myself aside, it would have been quite troublesome for those such as Kanata for that area to be poked around.

You fought as much as you could on the stage, to settle the matter as an idol.

Eichi: Do you think I fought fair and square as an idol?

I manipulated the very mechanisms of the showdown itself, and did underhanded tricks like inciting the public to drive you into a wall, did I not?

Wataru: I cannot say it was fair and square, but I can agree to the induction of the audience and off-stage brawling as tactics.

You did not raid a dressing room and kill a player before the game started, nor did you take a family hostage and use blackmail.

Eichi: I avoided fighting with Sakuma-senpai, and instead kept him away from the stage, didn’t I?

Wataru: You never forced him. You merely guided him.

Rei then chose to forfeit by his own will—You could have chosen to take away even that choice, am I wrong?

Eichi: ……

Wataru: Your deeds are not wicked nor are they wretched. That is an important detail.

You used every possible means in order to rise victorious over us, but only within the limits of your own reasoning and ethics.

From there, I can see who you truly are.

I can then understand you.

Eichi: ……

Wataru: Eichi. What you love is idols.

And so you wanted to win against us… as an idol.

Is that not so? For the heir of the Tenshouin Zaibatsu, the public’s leading mega-conglomerate, eliminating his enemies would be easier than twisting a baby’s hand.

Eichi: That is true. There are many thugs in this world who would break the law in exchange for spare change.

Using lawless methods such as that, it would have been easy to simply eliminate you all.

But I didn’t.

Wataru: Indeed. You instead were insistent on winning against us as an idol.

Although you used deceptive strategies to make up for the gaps in ability you could not fill, if all you truly wanted was to destroy us, there must’ve been more rational ways to do so.

But say if you had eliminated us through assassination, for example, you would never have been satisfied.

And so, such a method never crossed your mind.

To you, we are not enemies nor obstacles, but something more precious.

Your ultimate goal wasn’t victory, and certainly not our downfall—but to grow as an idol, and find recognition and validation for it.

That is what I read of you. Do you have any corrections to make?

Eichi: …Huh, I see. Right, I hadn’t had the room to analyze myself for quite some time now, but…

I get it now. I loved idols, huh?

I loved you guys, and myself too, as idols.

That is the purpose for which the story of Yumenosaki’s war, the story of fine’s glory and the Five Eccentric’s ruin, was written for.

For my love for idols, and for my self-realization as one.

If I could overthrow and surpass even highly-esteemed idols such as yourselves…

I could become what I love, and find worthy of love—

I wanted to become an idol.

Only once I could triumph over you, and receive public recognition and praise for it, would I have been convinced I was as good as, or better than you.

I can feel it. That’s what I wanted.

I loathed myself, but that is why I wanted to become something that could be loved.

And so for that reason, the process of crushing you all who I loved, and triumphing over you, was essential.

—It all makes sense now.

Fufu, you read into and deciphered the goal that the author himself wasn’t even aware of, it seems.

You’re amazing, “Wataru”.

Wataru: Praise me more! If anything, as the idol of your dreams, it is only natural for me to have this level of greatness!

Eichi: You even deciphered my favoritism towards you, huh. I’m embarrassed. You had recognized my love for you and had begun to call me as a friend to return that love—

Wataru: That much had always been obvious though, no? With how you always would gaze at me, anyone could tell!

However, the majority of people would not be able to understand the love you have for us, and the love you have for idols.

Even those with the full backstory may see nothing but malice in your actions that have so inexcusably wronged and ruined the poor and innocent Five Eccentrics.

But your seemingly contradictory actions and inner feelings connect at one point; your love for idols.

You killed me not because you hated me, but because you loved me.

Eichi: That line alone makes me sound like I’m some freak in some B-class horror movie…

Wataru: In other words, more or less a yandere!

Eichi: Yet another dated term…

Haa… Thank you, Wataru. I feel lighter, somehow.

I was beginning to lose track of my own self. My actions and my feelings felt contradictory, and I had started to feel like some incomprehensible monster.

But, thanks to you, I’ve been able to make sense of myself. I’m relieved. Rather than a performer, aren’t you better suited to be a counselor?

Wataru: No, this is just another skill required of a performer.

It is a matter of deciphering the feelings of the characters; seek your own interpretation, and convey it through dialogue and gesture.

Eichi: If you put it that way, then being a performer must truly be your calling, then.

I too wish to be more like you. I don’t need to be the hero of the story, I painfully know now that I’m not suited to such a position—

But, I do wish to be someone.

I want a role that suits me. Next time, I’ll do it right.

And if my role is of one of my beloved idols, that would be wonderful.

No, rather, shall I prepare a plan to set the stage to achieve that? I won’t be out of the hospital for a while, so I have plenty of time to plan things out.

Wataru: Fufufu, suddenly life has returned to you, hm? Ah, the desire to obtain is mankind’s primary rationale! The driving force that keeps the story rolling!

Hold onto that desire. From here on, to forever, for as long as you live.

And, if possible, please allow me to join you, too.

So that one of these days, please bring me onto the greatest stage once more, Eichi.

Eichi: I’ll lead you to that stage you wish for, then.

It’s a promise, Wataru.

I suppose, perhaps by leading you to the stage you want, I can atone for all those people I’ve wrongfully hurt.

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#translation #event #wataru hibiki #eichi tenshouin #altered

[flowering-thought]

I had a random thought and then found the perfect picrew so I figured why not >:)

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WARNING - MINORS DNI

AFAB reader and reader is described as feminine and chubby/plus sized.

Yandere themes, gore, descriptions of gore, invasion of privacy

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Mila Allen

First Meeting + Headcannons

Rumors upon rumors about the most recent string of killings in your city kept circulating at your office. Honestly, you were getting tired of hearing it and how the details always managed to get leaked.

There's been a serial killer killing one person around once a month for 8 months now. Stringing up their victims and making them act out a play dressed up as a clown. And the reason you knew all these details was thanks to the desk next to yours and the person that sat in it-

As much as you wished the man would stop looking up things about it he just didn't stop. He was one of those serial killer fanatics that kept thinking that their minds were so fantastical! You understood the appeal of documentaries since you quite liked those types of shows, finding that the mind of someone who kills is more interesting. But you didn't get a hard-on at an idea and trying to debate on whether Ted Bundy VS Jack the Ripper would be interesting to watch...

But your desk neighbor Harris just kept getting his socks off about the details. How the killer put screws in their bones and strung them up like a sick puppet show and then made sure they were dressed up in a clown outfit which if you saw the outfit on a clown you probably would have thought was cute! But it's not so cute when the clown has been positioned and then has their organs cut out in some sort of sick artistic way..

And he hasn't stopped since it started. 8 months of listening to each and new details were driving you insane! You wondered if you should buy some noise-canceling headphones since he's clearly not going to stop.

And as you continued to listen to his little rant about how he thinks that the police should confirm whether the killer is a man or woman when a bit of red hair and hands touched both your shoulders.

"Ooo! Are you guys talking about the recent killings? I didn't know you guys were interested!" said a soft voice. You turned your head to see the head of tech security looking down at you.

You could hardly remember her name since you worked in sales and tech specialists usually were always checking to make sure all the programs sold had no loopholes or backdoors. And the head of tech security was basically the head hacker who made sure to do the last check.

You've only seen her maybe once or twice talking to your boss when you were on a break. But this was your first time talking to her. She seemed kind but there was a glint of curiosity in her eyes that slightly scared you.

Harris went on to spill the beans like a weird stalker and went on to say that "The killer has got to be doing this for fun right? To make fun of someone or something right?". At that, you had heard enough and let out a sigh.

"Harris honestly you've gotta stop. Some minds are like that but I don't think this is the case. They treat the people carefully as they do it and it's clearly a ritual of sorts. Something probably happened to make them do this so don't start making out killers to be some sort of special being." You blurted out, noticing both of them staring at you before you started to fiddle with your fingers and look away.

"They are human you know? As much as it would be easier to put them in some sort of other classification, the truth is they are human like you and me, and if we wanted to be capable of that we could be with the right motivation. Just because some like psychopaths or sociopaths do it cause of no reason or have a lack of empathy doesn't mean all do." You continued, looking back up at them, "Honestly? I think the story that this person is trying to tell is sadder than we think. We just don't have the right angle to view it correctly..".

And before Harris could get a word out the redhead held out her hand and smiled, "I'm Mila, wanna be friends?" she asked. Her eyes held something you couldn't figure out as you shook her hand and nodded. What did you have to lose?

Unknown to you, you unlocked something in the poor killer across from you. Did you really think that you didn't have a killer in your building? But Mila doesn't want to kill you! She wants to grow closer! She's seen all the gossip about her kills but this is the first time she's heard someone be sympathetic.

No one has tried to see it from her angle! And your foolish desk neighbor was the exact type of person she hated. But right now he didn't fit her ideal victim so she brushed him off.

But you? She needs to know more-

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Regular Headcannons

• Mila is about 26 and was born on April 11th which makes her an Aries!

• Mila has no family as she's an orphan. And if she does have any family show up? Well, she'd cut them off then and there.

• She's an outgoing person and can be quite an oddball at times. She's one of those people you never quite know what's going on behind their smile and say odd things sometimes.

• She doesn't have a lot of normal hobbies but she has fun occasionally crafting dolls. She makes doll parts and cute little clothes for them and even furniture! Occasionally she'll splurge on a rare doll found on the market, usually on original blythe dolls if she can find them.

• She actually isn't really on the sociopath or psychopath scale. She has emotions and understands them really well. As for why she started her spree? Let's keep that a secret for now hm?

• Mila loves cold weather! She finds the snowy and rainy months the best! If she could, she would definitely run away to a country where it snowed all the time! With you too of course ♡

• She also can bake! She enjoys sweet things and isn't too fond of bitter things like coffee. She can't cook too well though-

• She can and will drink energy drinks till she's bouncing off the walls. Since she hates coffee, energy drinks are how she makes it through long shifts at work.

• After Mila initially met you and practically forced you into a friendship she anticipated you growing to dislike her. Let's just say she was surprised when you complimented her hobbies and how cool it was when her hands moved fast across the keyboard.

• You honestly really were kind. After she had met you at a bakery before work a couple of times and you two talked more about random things she came to understand you were just an empathetic and kind person.

• When she asked you about the serial killer topic you did explain that Harris had been going on about it for so long that you were just tired of a killer being continuously theorized about when the killings seemed sad rather than not.

• She understood it. Most serial killers wanted to be seen as gods or artists or from a higher standpoint. They usually had a reason for what they did but occasionally they did it purely because of that rush it gave them.

• She liked the way you thought. You admitted that there were things you hated but you also understood that people are people. Even if some are bad and some aren't, they all will be held to judgment eventually.

• But you? She realized she didn't want you to ever be tainted by blood and power. It would be better if you didn't huh?

• She liked how you could see the world better than she could. You weren't oblivious to the nature of the world but you understood it and hoped for the best.

• So can't you stay that way for her? Just fall for her with your simple view of love and stay oblivious to her darker nature hm? As long as you do she won't have to take any drastic measures to keep you by her side.

Yandere Tendencies Headcannons

• When Mila does end up falling for you due to your personality, she ends up having a slightly twisted mindset when it comes to you.

• She stalks you and hacks into your accounts to see your every move. She likes to see what you enjoy looking at, your favorite movies, and the things you have on a wish list for future gift ideas. She likes thinking that she knows you better than anyone else ♡

• She may actually hack into your medical records and any actual records that exist whether it was a time you shoplifted or records of an incident involving you.

• She doesn't like thinking that anyone knows you better. She's honestly a jealous type-

• The people she kills are people on a list. She maintains and adds to that list depending on the information she gathers on those people. But if someone has wronged you in any way? They may or may not make themselves get onto that list.

• And if she doesn't decide to kill someone for you, she'll hack their accounts and ruin their life in any way she deems fit. While she does have a moral code and things she deems right or wrong, anyone who wrongs you in any way is automatically wrong in her eyes.

• You could do no wrong to her. Except if you don't reciprocate her feelings. Then she'll go into a slight delusion that there's no way you're saying this and that someone must be interfering-

• While outwardly she's perfectly stable, her mind just goes a little too delusional when it comes to you. A part of her knows what she's doing wouldn't make you happy but she can't help herself ♡

• You're the only person whose ideals aren't completely opposite from hers. You make her hope that one day she could stop killing. You make her have nice dreams instead of her usual nightmares.

• On the first night she met you she didn't have a nightmare. She instead just slept peacefully. And when she started to enjoy your presence as the days and weeks went by she found herself having nice dreams.

• Mila can't live without you now! The feelings you give her are too warm to let go of. She had maybe felt love and adoration for a few people in her life before but it wasn't like this.

• This made her want you completely. This made her feel warm whenever she thought of you and like she could finally be free from the guilt she carries. You're like a drug that releases all the stress and guilt she carries.

You made her fall head over heels to the point she'd alter her own moral code. You should take responsibility for it by loving her just as much as she's fallen for you ♡

#.mila_allen_♡ #soft yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #chubby reader #yandere hcs #yandere headcanons #yandere female #yandere female x reader

[victoria-daydreams]

The Dressmaker

Part I

AN: I did not expect this story to do numbers like it’s doing now lol. I posted this thinking it would be a niche fic for my own enjoyment that I would come back to read whenever I wanted to, but I guess not. Trying to get the timeline right for this season with an OC was an absolute nightmare, but I did it (hopefully) and tried to make everything make sense. Didn’t think I would make this a series, but I’m willing to make a taglist if interested.

So, back by popular demand, I present to you Part II.

Word Count: 2.9k

Trigger warnings: dated (offensive) language, mentions of hate crime

The Dressmaker: Part II

The sound of Selina’s heeled shoes against the floor echoed in the corridor as she strode to Tommy’s office in his factory. With every step she took, the grip she had on her clutch grew tighter and tighter. In the most diplomatic way possible, Selina was going to tell her older brother what transpired on Christmas Eve. Of course, that’s easier said than done. She could already foresee Tommy’s piercing blue eyes looking any sign of an omitted detail. And possibly flying off the handle

Selina turned down another hall of the factory, her clacking footfalls reverberating loudly through the empty hall. With the ongoing strike at the factory, the place was practically a ghost town. As she grew closer to his office Selina spotted Niall, Tommy’s secretary, sitting at his desk. The sound of her heels alerted the man to her presence to which he stood up abruptly from his seat.

“Miss Shelby—”

Selina silenced him with one look. Niall was about to stop her from entering the office. Without speaking a word, he backed down and slowly lowered himself back into his seat. Selina moved a strand of hair from her face and marched right up to the door. She didn’t even bother to knock, she just entered into the room. And oh, how she wished Niall stopped her from walking into Tommy’s office.

Whatever Selina was going to say, died right on her lips as she  didn’t utter a word while standing in the doorway.

Two sets of eyes had landed on her, one was Tommy’s, who was doing a fantastic job of keeping his expression blank. When her eyes shifted to the other man, it made her do a subtle double take. He was dressed in a navy blue, buttoned down suit and slicked black hair, a toothpick lazily dangling from his lips.

“Oh, bloody fucking hell,”

Selina quickly concealed the stunned expression that briefly flashed on her face, conscious of the fact that her brother was without a doubt scrutinizing her like a hawk.

“Mr. Shelby, my apologies,” Selina said quickly. “I didn’t know you were with someone,” she continued, hoping no one caught the quaver in her voice.

“No apologies needed, Miss Clarke,” Tommy replied, his voice tight. “Mr. Changretta was just leaving,” he informed, his eyes drifting to the Italian.

“He’s right, Miss Clarke,” Luca agreed, walking towards her. Selina felt like her heart was in her throat. “It’s funny though,” he said, now towering over her. “I thought you said you didn’t know the Shelbys,” he recalled.

“That’s not what I said, Mr. Changretta,” Selina pointed out, trying to keep her breathing steady. “You asked me if I’ve heard them and I said yes,” she reminded. “You didn’t ask if I knew them,” she clarified, watching a half smirk grow on Luca’s face.

“Miss Clarke does love her semantics,” Tommy said, and she darted her eyes in his direction.

Luca only hummed looking Selina up and down with a smirk. And with that he turned to leave, but not before his heavily ringed hand reached out and took her own, lifting it up to his lips.

“Ciao, signorina,” Luca said before dropping her hand back to her side, and leaving the office.

Selina loudly let out the breath she had unconsciously been holding as she pushed the door close.

“Lina,” Tommy called, his voice was too calm for her liking. “You want to tell me what the fuck that was about?” he asked, pointing to the door.

“Er-that’s actually why I came down here to see you Tommy,” Selina explained, playing with her hands nervously. “But…it seems that Luca—I mean Mr. Changretta beat me to it,” she stammered.

“Oh, so he’s Luca to you, is he?” he questioned, venom laced behind the statement.

Tommy’s penetrating gaze went right through her soul, causing Selina’s body to tense up.

“No, he’s not. I—”

“You’ve been fucking fraternizing with the enemy! Knowing what he did to John and Michael!”

“He came to me on Christmas Eve!” Selina shouted back. “I just got back from Paris the day before myself. I didn’t know the family was at war with the New York fucking Mafia!” she exclaimed.

“You’ve gotten careless Selina! The girl I knew would’ve told me that information immediately!”

“And who’s fucking fault is that, Thomas?” Selina retorted, folding her arms against her chest. “Polly, shipped me off to Paris after Grace’s funeral for my protection with your blessing, and I had no say in the matter,” she stated, pointing her finger at him. “So forgive me if I got a little lackadaisical upon my return home.” she went on. “While living in Paris, I wasn’t constantly having to look over my shoulder, worried about getting mowed down! And it’s not like you all were telling me everything that was occurring here while I was away in your letters or calls,” she pointed out.

“Why did he pay you a visit?”

“He wanted information,”

“Fuck sakes Lina!”

“I didn’t tell him anything that can be used against us,” Selina reassured, moving towards the desk.

She watched as Tommy took a cigarette out of his case and lit it before taking a puff. He pinched his nose, pacing back and forth.

He pointed the cigarette at her, “You were here before Christmas Day and didn’t tell me?” he asked, raising his cigarette to his lips

“It was supposed to be a surprise Tommy,” Selina answered quietly. Momentarily, his face softened for the time throughout their argument. “Since you’ve alienated half the fucking family, I was going to surprise you at Christmas dinner,” she explained, plopping down into the chair in front his desk.

Immediately, her eyes landed on the bullets neatly lined up across the polished desk. Mentally, she counted one by one.

“There’s one for each Shelby, minus the one that John fell victim to already,”

The realization sent a chill down her spine.

“How long were you keep it a secret that you met Changretta?”

Tommy’s voice snapped Selina from her thoughts.

“Like I said before, that’s why I’m here,” she said, looking up at him. “Would you have liked me to tell you when John’s body was lying on the morgue table? At the family meeting? Or perhaps, at his funeral which you used as goddamn bait for the Italians,” Selina listed off.

“You know he’s going to be watching you very closely now,” Tommy said, exhaling a puff of smoke. “You lied to him,” he continued. “Playing fucking semantics with a mafia leader, that takes some balls to do Lina,” he said, shaking his head.

“I’ll have a cover story ready as to why I came here,” Selina explained, and her brother nodded his head.

“I hope it’s a good one Lina, I really, really hope it’s a good one. Because if not you’ll be receiving a Black Hand in the post soon,” he told her. “And then one of these, with your name on it,” Tommy warned, gesturing to the desk.

Selina glanced down at the bullets again and swallowed thickly.

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“I’m worried about you Lina,”

A sigh escaped Selina as she listened to Naveen’s concerned voice on the other end of the line.

“I want to tell you I’ll be fine Naveen, but I can’t guarantee that,” she admitted, pulling the fur collar of her coat tighter against her to shield from the frigid English winter air.

Selina thought that if she stood in the telephone box she would at least find some relief from the bitterly cold wind. She was utterly wrong.

“I’ll spare you the details for your safety, but there’s a plan in place. Unfortunately, it hinges on if I don’t get myself and my family killed,” she mentioned.

“Don’t talk like that, please,”

“I’m just trying to prepare you for the worse,” Selina explained, her eyes sweeping over her surroundings. “Look, it’s dark out and I need to get home,” she said, bouncing nervously on her feet. “I’ll call you later, yeah?” she assured.

“As soon as you get home, okay? Stay safe,”

“I’ll try,”

Selina hung up the receiver. Stepping out the booth, she pulled out her cigarette case and lit one up. To be walking alone at night, without any protection when there’s a hit out against her entire family, was an absolutely foolish thing to be doing. However, for the time being, Selina wasn’t a Shelby because Luca Changretta didn’t know she was a Shelby and that could be used to their advantage.

“Everyone received a Black Hand except Lina?” Ada asked curiously.

Selina’s brow quirked, “Did you want me to receive one in the post?”

“No, that not what I meant,” she quickly clarified. “I’m just trying to figure out why—”

“It’s because she’s coloured, Ada,” Tommy cut in, standing at the head of the table. “Their ignorance, that’s something we can capitalize on,” he stated

“I could go undercover,” Selina offered.

“You fuckin’ crazy Lina?” Arthur questioned. “Changretta is an animal, I don’t even want to think what he’ll do to you if he finds out your spying for us,”

“Perhaps, a woman’s touch is what is needed to tame a rabid dog,” Polly commented, a plume of smoke coming from her mouth. “Just long enough for him to be put down,” she suggested, taking another drag from her cigarette.

Suddenly, Selina felt a hand tightly grip her arm and her heart began to beat a mile a minute. A strangled cry escaped her throat which was immediately covered by a gloved hand. Her assailant swung her around and slammed her against the wall of an abandoned building, knocking the breath from her temporarily. Selina cursed herself for not having her gun with her or even her pocket knife. She’ll have to improvise. Without thinking, Selina sunk her teeth into the hand covering her mouth.

The man hissed in pain, letting out a string of curses that sounded an awful like Italian and raised his hand to strike her. Selina braced herself as the hand descended towards her and she closed her eyes. That’s when she heard a light thud in front of her.

“Hit her, and you’ll lose your fucking hand,” a familiar raspy voice stated.

Selina’s eyes snapped open. Looming over her and the Italian henchmen was Luca Changretta, restraining the man’s arm. The mafia leader’s face was dark in silent rage and the man cowered in fear.

“Get out of here! Go!” Luca ordered, shoving her assailant away.

The henchman stumbled away, running with his tail between his legs. Warily, Selina stared at Luca who was still watching the man run away into the night. Finally, he turned back to face her.

“I’m sorry—”

With lightning speed, a sharp slap to Luca’s cheek made his face jerk to the side. Selina’s hand began to throb with pain, she didn’t know her own strength.

“You were trying to have one of your men abduct me, and all you can say is ‘sorry’,” Selina said incredulously, as he slowly turned to look at her.

Her hand rose to strike him again when Luca darted out his hand to intercept, wrapping his fingers around her wrist.

“You were not supposed to be roughed up like that, for that I apologize,” he replied. “He was supposed escort you to my car so you and I can have a little chat,” he explained, as she yanked her wrist from his grasp.

“I don’t know why that is,” Selina responded. “I think we’ve said all we needed to say to each other,” she remarked.

“I don’t think we have,” Luca disagreed, a calm expression on his face as he stalked towards her. Selina slowly backpedaled until her back collided with the brick wall again. “You lied to me, Miss Clarke,”

“I did no such thing,”

“Right, because ‘know’ and ‘heard’, two different things,”

“Words have meaning, Mr. Changretta,” Selina retorted.

A muscle in Luca’s jaw clenched in response to her sarcasm. She was glad that she had the wall to support her, because otherwise she would’ve collapsed right to the grounds. Her legs had the consistency of jelly.

He shook his head, “If anyone else said that to me, they’d be dead,” Luca informed casually.

“Then why aren’t I?”

“You intrigue me,” he answered, pushing a strands of stray hair from her face. “And what intrigues me more, is your connection to the Shelbys” Luca added, gently tucking the hair back into place.

She pushed herself from off the wall, “If you must know, we run in the same circles, being a dressmaker, his clientele blurs with mine,” Selina explained, with a shrug. “Occasionally,” she remarked, and began to circle him. “Making dresses for men like The Shelby brothers and their associates to give their women dresses is a lucrative business,” she finished.

On the exterior, Selina still exuded an easy confidence, however, on the inside she felt like she was going to hurl. One wrong word, one wrong gesture and she could end up with a bullet to the head.

“And?”

“And what?”

Just as she was about to walk around him again, a large hand gripped her bicep. Selina’s reaction was subtle, her throat bobbing as she inhaled nervously.

“Why were you at Thomas Shelby’s office today?” Luca asked, the usual playful glint in his dark eyes gone.

His gaze was both hypnotic and bordering on intimidating. A familiar feeling began to creep within her body, spreading slowly like vines of a tree. It was fear, and the sudden gust of air blowing made Selina feel even more uneasy. The cold cut through her coat and seeped into her skin causing shivers up her spine.

“Answer me!” he demanded.

Selina assumed that Luca expected her expression to falter, to wilt beneath his gaze, but it just the opposite. Her expression was just as neutral, not giving anything away.

She exhaled deeply, “I pay the Shelbys for protection of my business,” she admitted, trying to gauge his reaction.

“Why?”

A scoff escaped her, “Why do you think?” Selina questioned back. “My shop was getting torched countless times with petrol bombs,” she stated, as he let go of her arm. “It’s not easy being a coloured businesswoman,” she added, wrapping her arms around herself.

“That’s good a sign, he believes what I’m saying,”

“So, there it is,” she went on, sticking her arm out briefly. “We had an appointment this afternoon. Today was Boxing Day, I made scarves from leftover material to give to the orphans at the Grace Shelby Institute,” Selina finished.

All Luca did was hum in response and that’s when her nerves started to get the best of her again. Selina wondered if she shared too much, and now her story didn’t sound that believable anymore. Her foot repeatedly tapped against the ground, a mix of impatience and anxiousness.

“I’m going to be blunt, I’m freezing my arse off out here,” Selina said, as another visible shiver went through her to emphasize her point. “So glad we could have this enlightening conversation. Good night, Mr. Changretta,” she wished, sarcasm laced in her voice as backed away from him.

“Don’t you think it’s past time to stop calling me, Mr. Changretta?” Luca asked, getting her to stop while he took steps closer to where she was. “Friends call me, Luca,” he pointed out, causing Selina’s lips twitch in a reluctant half smile.

“Is that what we are? Now that you vetted me?”

“I’d say we’re helluva lot more than friends after we did in your shop,”

“Or what you didn’t do,” Selina reminded, moving towards him. “So close to the holy grail and yet so far, Luca,” she teased.

“That pesky, pesky telephone call you had to answer,” he commented lowly.

“I do have a business to run. My customers don’t appreciate the feeling of being ignored,“

Raising his right hand, Luca gently cupped Selina’s cheek, stroking his thumb along her cheekbone. She couldn't help her heart fluttering and skipping a beat from such a simple gesture. Or the swirling of butterflies that was forming in her stomach. His fingers drifted to the corner of her mouth, thumb tracing the soft curves of her full lips.

“It’s a relief to know that you’re not a Shelby, or one of their lackeys. Your just a poor soul that has to pay their protection fee,” he murmured.

Her eyebrow quirked, “A coloured Shelby? Don’t be ridiculous,” she interjected, with an incredulous grin.

“Otherwise, I would have to kill you,” he remarked calmly.

She snickered, “Oh, quite a relief—”

Luca suddenly pulled her into a deep kiss, one Selina readily melted into, her eyes closing in sheer bliss at the embrace. A soft exhale escaped her as her lips meshed with his. She ran her hands up his chest, her fingers brushing against the fine wool of his coat. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Selina deepened the kiss as her fingers buried themselves in his hair. Luca let out a raspy groan against her mouth in response to the action.

He snaked his arm around her waist, drawing Selina closer to him. It wasn’t long before dizziness slowly filled her head as her lungs also began to beg for oxygen. Abruptly, Selina pulled away from Luca, leaving a few centimeters between them. Both were panting heavily and Selina leaned her forehead against his. Luca’s lips were red and slightly swollen and she was sure her lips mirrored his. Selina’s heavy breath mixed with his before she let out an airy laugh.

Their eyes met again, “It’s as the rumors says, you American men are awfully forward,” Selina said, still trying to catch her breath.

He smirked, “You say that as if that’s bad thing,” Luca remarked, his hand sliding up from her waist.

“Maybe it is,” she suggested. “My mother, god rest her soul, said men like you are trouble,” she mentioned, playfully bumping their noses together.

“Lies, all of it!” Luca exclaimed softly, causing to Selina giggle. “I’m only known for one kind of trouble,” he corrected.

“And what kind is that?”

“Good trouble,”

Luca tipped her chin up, bringing her in for another searing kiss that drew her lips against his once more.

Part III

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #black fanfiction #black!reader #luca changretta #black oc #luca changretta x reader #peaky blinders fanfiction #luca changretta x oc #woc!reader #poc!reader #peaky blinders oc

[fourseasonsfigs]

Tom Ford (Fat Body)

There truly never can be enough Tom Ford figs in the world! So I was happy to scoop up these two little well-dressed men in this cute "fat body" style.

The inspiration for these figs of course is this epic picture:

I've written about the Tom Ford event before, so I won't repeat myself, but you can check out the prior Tom Ford figs I've posted about if you're interested here and here.

Here's some pics for fig outfit comparison purposes:

The background for these figs is a dual sided diorama that is based off of this background:

Let me get a full image of it -

There we go. Tom Ford's signature does look a bit like a stylized Junzhe, doesn't it?

The yellow lettering says (as always, poorly machine translated):

Orange Peel Civil Affairs Bureau Marriage Registry

I love it!

This diorama is actually the other side of this:

Which of course you've seen before. I realized my mistake when I bought these that I had only bought 1. I like both sides and I have figs for both sides! I had to snag a second one when the remainders came available so I can have both sides displayed.

These two are so nicely detailed! Please take a look at the dog and cats in their eyes, so cute!

Zhehan's whole outfit has just a wealth of wonderful little touches. For something as casual as this jacket, there's actually has a lot going on. There's the mesh layer to it, the hanging tag on his zipper, and of course the light tan edging setting off the light blue. We also have all this fantastic detail on his belt and shoes.

Haha I love them pointing at each other like this, it's so cute! We've got Junjun's normal slim silhouette and Zhehan's more curvy one.

The figs stand up just fine on their own, despite their even larger than normal heads. Quality fig engineering, and I also think the body style provides a sturdier base.

I know Gong Jun's flowered shirt has given factories difficulties before. It looks sharp and beautifully detailed here. This is also a great angle to see the mesh on the back of Zhehan's hoodie.

Oops! I missed an angle! I'll leave this as a placeholder and come back to it.

I like the slouchiness of the jacket riding up with Zhehan's hand in his pocket.

Their hair also looks great. We get Junjun's styled look and Zhehan's shorter sides / longer top artfully tousled hair.

And we're back around! This isn't their position in the pics, but I think it always looks a bit different to have them standing in different places. You can see that Junjun is just a smidge taller than Zhehan.

Zhehan's belt even has a bit of a 3-D effect. This is a really nice set of figs.

We can really see Zhehan's tousled hair here! I love it.

Here's a comparison of the fat body style next to the more typical fig style. I love all the styles! I have to say I wish all figs had the larger feet, it would really make it much easier for standability and / or fig stickers.

The box cards and the beautiful boxes.

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 376

Scene Count: 26

Rating: A+ product for a joint endorsement!

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Alright, everything beyond this is a discussion not around the figs but around the actual lipstick our two faves sold. I'm retired as a beauty blogger (although I kind of miss it sometimes) but this is definitely beauty-blog adjacent. So click right out if that's of no interest!

For those of you sticking around, I'm going to start with these pictures:

Can I just say the photographer for this last picture is a genius?

Anyway, I take this side journey not just to post beautiful men advertising lipstick, but as I said, to actually talk about this lipstick for a few minutes. Lip Lacquer Luxe Matte in Lark 03 sold out everywhere. Like, globally. I tried to buy it too late, so despite everywhere I searched, including all my international beauty sites, I had zero luck. I mean, good for our boys, right? I'm so proud of them.

I did eventually manage to buy it from a reseller here in the US (and fairly recently, at that), but at this point of course the liquid lipstick is several years old, and I have to responsibly advise against using old makeup, no matter how pricey or beloved.

I've been checking in periodically at Tom Ford and various retailers to see if they ever plan to restock this color (why do people hate money???), and GUESS what? A couple weeks ago I searched on Sephora and I got a hit. I couldn't believe it! The item that came up was not, in fact, Lip Lacquer Luxe Matte in Lark 03 - it was the Liquid Lip Luxe Matte in Lark 121. I would actually research what the difference is between the two formulas, and do an analysis of the ingredients, but as I said, I'm retired from that (plus I have tomorrow's blog post to write!).

The color looked the same to me though, so into the cart it went. It arrived on my doorstep and sure enough, it's the exact same color.

The one on the left is the new one, and the right is the original one.

The original formulation is definitely less matte. It goes on creamy and smooth, it's really nice. It takes a little longer to dry down because of it, but that also allows you to blot it and get a nice diffuse color. The new version is slightly more liquid, sets very fast, and blotting only seems to get rid of the excess / reveal where I didn't apply evenly. I definitely like the original formulation better, but that's just my personal preference.

So this is a moon I made on my arm, with the original in the center and the new formula outside of it. You can see how even though I drew the interior moon first, it's still quite creamy, while the exterior outlines of the moon have dried down almost completely.

The color in real life is absolutely gorgeous. I'd say it's very true to the color on Gong Jun's lips in his photos. This is actually my perfect lipstick color, and I don't say this as a JZP. I have tried so many lipsticks, I can't even tell you. There's a reason I've been hunting this down so religiously.

I will say there's another red advertised in this video and it is definitely not my color at all. I wish it was! It's gorgeous:

There's two things I don't love. First, the price. $59 for a liquid lipstick is ridiculous. I searched Sephora's site by "liquid lipstick" and sorted by Price, Highest First, and guess what was at the very top of the list? Yeah, you got it in one. This literal product. Absurd. The YSL lines of lipsticks are some of my favorite and you get a gorgeous case for about half the price. For a quarter of the price (or less!) you can get an awesome formulation at Target or Ulta, or for that matter, Sephora.

Second, I also don't love lipstick as a product in general. I like to say it's because it's too fussy for me, but the truth is, I had terribly crooked teeth as a child and wore braces (twice), and I think I've never subconsciously gotten over wanting people to not look at my mouth.

Unfortunately, my lips lost the genetic dice roll and have very little natural pigment in them, and it brightens my face up to have a little bit of rosiness in my lips. So, it's nice to have a go-to color for work and going out. And I will say, I have found that it's true that there's something about putting on a fresh coat of lipstick, taking a deep breath, and going out to face the world when you have to but really don't want to.

#junzhe #gong jun #zhang zhehan #word of honor promotional period #figthusiast

[hoodievixen]

The Voice of God [Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Priestess!OC] Part 12

Summary: Steven and Godeleve thought they finally found some normalcy with each other. Little did they know they would drag each other further into the mysteries ands secrets in their lives. (Godeleve can see and talk to Gods - mainly the Greek kind)

Word Count: ~ 3k

Warning: cannon typical violence, I think there’s swearing - idk if there’s swearing, mentions of alcohol, Moon Knight spoilers, author has forgotten what a normal conversation is after the end of the world, no beta we die like men

A/N: I’m alive! If you didn’t see my updates, my mental health took a nose dive so a took a break, quit my job (twice), and got my medication adjusted. I’m doing better. I wrote some of this chapter months ago, so if part way through the tone completely changes, that is why. This chapter is also a bit longer than other, cause half of it is an episode written out, something I hate doing yet curse upon myself so often. I also hate reading stories/chapters like that, so you get more.

Part 11, Part 13, Master List

The boat ride to Mogart's had been tense between marc and Layla. Both had secretly wish Godeleve had been there, thinking her presence would have lessened the atmosphere. But most likely she would have made it worse, saying something out of turn, or playing both side, riling them up even more. But she had parted from the two, having her own way to get into Mogart's. She said it would be easier to sneak in as a pair and a single than a group of three. Yet before deciding said group, she disappeared.

"Remember your name is Rufino Estrada," Layla reminded Marc as the two walked further into the yard, though it seemed more like a fare ground.

Marc was scanning through the crowd, trying to spot Godeleve. He knew she was a fan of disguises, so it would make sense for her to be hard to spot. Still he wanted to know where she was at when it came down to it. "Right," he responded to Layla, "We just got back from our honeymoon in the Maldives."

"That's an interesting little detail to give them."

Layla was not having it, "I'd tell them you worked in a gift shop, but they'd never believe me, would they?"

As the two approached the El - Mermah field another man in a black suit approached them. "Bek," Layla greeted him.

The bodyguard looked up and down the couple, scanning them for any threats. "Layla," Bek greeted her, a tinge off of indifference.

The two went into a hand clasp of a greeting. "It's been a while," Layla said, sounding friendly.

"Good to see you too," he responded finally making direct eye contact. "Right this way."

"Thank you," Layla said before following the man in black up to the wooden fence around the ring.

"He's looking forward to seeing you," Bek commented, "After Madripoor I'm sure you two will have a lot to talk about." He led them past the line of armed men, of body guards. "However you are not is only visitor tonight." Beck nodded over to a familiar figure leaning against the wooden fence, a glass of wine in her hand. She hadn't even bother changing her clothes. Still the limited clothing showing she was a foreigner and the dark head dress blocking her face.

"Excuse me for a moment," Bek said, heading in the direction toward Godeleve. "Mr. Mogart will be with you shortly."

The two kept their distance from Godeleve, as they were nothing but strangers right now. "So what?" Marc scoffed, filling in the silence as they waited. "This joker put on El- Mermah games in his backyard, for fun?"

"No, he gets private lessons from the best in his backyard, " Layla retorted, stressing her annoyance at Marc.

Marc didn't know how to respond to that, not having expecting that from this guy. "Cool." Marc watched the guy as he prepared to greet them "I like the robe."

"Layla. Come in," Mogart called out to them. The couple walked out onto the sandy field. "Such a delight to see you."

"You two," Layla said, returning the mans handshake.

Morgart then leaned down to her hand. "How have you been?" he asked before kissing the back of her hand.

Layla didn't react to it, being used to the greeting. "Good. Thank you for having us on such short notice. Even with another visitor." Layla glanced to look at Godeleve, seeing that she was now walking around the outside of the fence, a man in a black suit following her.

"Oh please," Mogart said with a smile. "I hope you realize you need no excuse to drop by. And they..." his eyes glanced over at Godeleve, "Was a spur of the moment business meeting. I'll introduce you before out deal is over."

Layla nodded to him, before bring her attention to Marc. "This is my husband, Rufino," she introduced him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Nice to meet you," Marc said, holding out his hand. Marc spoke in an English accent. While his alter spoke in one all the time, he didn't not sound confident speaking in one himself.

"Pleasure," Mogart said. But he tied his robe before shaking marc's outstretched hand.

He then started leading the two across the field, towards his house. "I hope you understand, this is more than a collection to me," Mogart explained. "Preserving history is a responsibility I take very seriously."

Layla softly laughed. "I self - appointed responsibility that you alone were able to enjoy, no?"

"Well, I prefer to see it as a philanthropic effort at preservation," he defended himself.

"Which I say you do quite better than some museums," a soft voice said, slowly approaching. She was speaking in yet another accent. French this time.

Mogart turned around wearing a soft smile. "Yes, you would be one to know," he commented. He held out a hand toward to woman who was approaching. "Layla, you ay have heard of her. You both work in similar fields. This is Lythraceae. "

"Don't feel bad if you don't," Godeleve, no Lythraceae, said. "I assume you deal with Egyptian antiquities, while I deal more with Greek and Roman." She gave them both a smile. In her eyes there was a single glint of familiarity. No one would have been able to expect they knew each other.

"While your name dose sound familiar, I wouldn't have been able to place it," Layla answered. The two met in the middle and shared a handshake. Even then not even a wink of recognition in her eyes.

"With introductions out of the way," Mogart started, stepping between the two. "What has you interested in this piece?"

"Well..." Layla started only to be interrupted.

"I'd like to hear from your husband, if you don't mind," Mogart said, gesturing to Marc, who had been taken off guard by such a request. Everyone was watching him, all excepts Godeleve who's gaze was off somewhere behind them and something else on her mind.

"I think - I think I'd like to take a look," Marc stuttered out, sound oh so suspicious. Still Mogart let them take a look.

Godeleve stayed out, set to keep Mogart and Bek mildly distracted while they did what they needed to do. "It is quite a piece," she commented.

"Indeed," Mogart agreed, trying to be hospital to a guest and possible future business associate, while not taking his eye of the couple.

"So few mummies still exist, crazy how people used to eat them," Godeleve commented off handedly.  

Of course Mogart knew what she spoke of, however Bek did not. "What?" he asked, turning his attention to the art thief.

Godeleve nodded. "While not so much as ate them, as consume."

"In Victorian England they would consume mummies for their 'mystical properties'," she explained. "As well as cocaine for a cold. So not a good track record."

Layla left the pyramid and joined the group. " He just need a couple of minuets in there alone," she explained, as she also stopped Bek from going in. " 'cause...Yeah. He is... He's praying." she terribly explained.

"Do the old god still even listen to the plead of humans?" Godeleve questioned. If anything she new how to change the subject. Layla gave her look, which could  be played of as confusion, but was more so checking if Godeleve was alright.

All was going fine until they saw Marc actually handling pieces. Guns were then drawn. However due to her not known of being involved, Godeleve had no gun pointed to her. Still both Marc and Layla were held at gin point. She could only just stand back and wait until something happened. Only do unto him what you see him do unto others. Those were her instructions, so that was what she was going to stick to. She is not in the proper state to question morals, instead have someone choose them for her.

Of course then he had to arrive. "What ever they've told you, I'm sure I can offer you something much more tangible." Harrow brought the scarab from his pocket and held it out to Mogart. It even started levitating, show it's magic. "Why settle for a clue, when you can have the treasure."

Layla tried to reason with him to not trust Harrow, but he was not having it. She even told him about Harrow's plans of slaughtering millions. But it was clear that something had happened in the past to cause him not to trust her.

"Please, there is no need to descend into violent accusations," Harrow butted in. "Each one of you has so much more in common than you know." Slowly he approached the group.

"Layla, you keep thinking that distance will prevent the wounds from your father's murder from reopening. But something stands in your way. Your husband doesn't tell you the truth.

And Marc, you don't tell her because you know that if you do, she'll see you exactly as you see yourself, as unworthy of love."

His gaze then turned to Godeleve. "I'm going to stop you right there," she interrupted him. "Cause I know anything you know about me, it's from Zen. Which is very rude that they shared that stuff. I don't go around sharing their dead name."

"Godeleve, you are actually someone I feel pity for. So desperate to be human, yet you have no idea how."

Her once relaxed postured turned stiff. "I believe I'm a better human than you will ever be. I know the worth of a life and free will. Those are nothing but minor sacrifices you will make to reach your goal. You are a closed minded fool with a silver tongue and a broken morals. You hate the gods, but how I see you are no better than them. Currently you are just trying to sew animosity between us, but we will all still be united by our hatred of you."

Harrow disregarded her, instead turning his attention to Mogart. "Anton, the lore surrounding these relics, I offer proof that it's real."

"So can I," Godeleve said in the background. "Not like there's a fucking god on you roof right now." No one payed attention to her.

"This sarcophagus dose not belong to anyone."

Said god on the roof caused the light to flicker and the wind to pick up speed. "Do it - summon the suit," he told his avatar. Marc only glared in his direction. "Give them what the deserve."

What do they deserve? Godeleve wondered. To her knowledge they were but greedy art thieves. Not much worse than herself.

Harrow already started to chant. His cane now lighting up purple and the wind started howling. Godeleve started approaching. As purple smoke started swirling, she put her hand down on the cane. It had been her first time touching it. It sent a shock into her hand, similar to a mild tazze, yet she kept her hand on it. "I believe that is enough proof," she said. Harrow finished the chant, now keeping eye contact with the Priestess.

The purple smoke surrounded the sarcophagus destroying it. Godeleve had taken her hand off the cane, and curled it into a fist. None had expected such a loud crack to come from a punch of a woman of such a short frame. While Harrow himself had not show such aggression towards a person, one of Godeleve's duties was to protect the sanctity of burials and bodies. Destroying a sarcophagus could easily justify some minor assalt.

"You hold no respect for the living or dead, do you?" Godeleve spat as both Harrow and Mogart's men surrounded her.

While they were distracted Marc took the opportunity to summon the suit. Moon Knight could be seen perched at the top of the pyramid that now held a destroyed sarcophagus.

Harrow had already made his exit.

Bek and Mogart were quick to follow.

Godeleve was quick to break free of the pair of men holding her. She twisted back other their arms into an uncomfortable position any further and something would break. With her hands touching the skin of their wrist she said a quick sleeping spell. Sigils lit up on the back of her hands, something she had prepared previously to properly preform said spells.

She glanced over to Layla who had picked up a gun from a body that had a crest dart stick out of it's back. With no hesitation Layla fired at retreating figures. One fell to the ground.

While she knew Marc had no qualms with killing, Godeleve had yet to observe it herself. Nor would she had expected such actions from Layla, who has experienced a great lose. Godeleve could help but question decisions, both those of the ones she serves, the ones she is working with, and her own. But she didn't have a moment more than for thoughts to enter her mind.

A line of guard on the other side of the field started firing at them. Godeleve threw herself to the ground, rolling into the shadows. She emerged behind the center man. she leaped onto him, covering his mouth with her hand. as he was stumbling backward due to the sudden extra weight she mumbled the sleeping spell yet again. She hadn't thought her approach through fully as the man fell asleep he feel back, landing a top her.

The ones besides him had noticed and had their guns aimed at her, once she would free herself from their comrade's body, they would fire away. Though none of them had expected her to melt away into darkness.

A hand emerged from the shadows behind one man. It gripped onto his ankle and he himself melted into darkness, only to appear a mile away on a street corner.

Godeleve then appeared in front of a man at the end of the line. Before he could fully comprehend the sudden appearance she kicked the gun out of his hand. She brought her hands down onto his just as she said the last symbol of the spell.

She then ducked to avoid the projectiles sent by Marc. She let out a low hiss and shocks hand like she was trying to get something off of them. Such frequent repeated use of the spell was causing the sigils to burn.

She looked back to see Moon Knight had knocked all the guns out of the mens' hands. Godeleve burred her hand into the dirt of the field. All the guns on the ground were swallowed by shadows and spit out into the river.

He then came running in to take care of them. It would have been a pathetic fight even if they still had all their guns. In the middle of it, Marc froze. Holding a man in a chokehold the suit changed. No longer was it the ceremonial garb, but not a white three piece suit.

"That's it," he called out, with a true English accent now. "Alright. Time out."

Godeleve stood up, looking at him dumbfounded. "Steven?' she wondered out loud.

"Oh hello, don't think we've been properly introduced," he said.

She wasn't sure how to take that. Sure she had been wearing a wig, lenses, and a heavy amount of make up during the entirety of their relationship. Yet Marc had been able to recognize her, though he didn't believe it. Steven had had to have heard her name, he had to know it was her. Did she want him to know it was her...?

The sound of horse hooves interrupted her thoughts. One was heading right towards her. Instead of running or rolling out of the way, she stood her ground. At the last moment, she leaned to the side, grabbing onto the reigns. With the momentum of swinging herself onto the horse, she knocked of the rider as well. "I do not know how to ride a horse," she commented to herself, "But now's a good time to learn."

Another rider was charging at her, his stick held out to knock her off, she just ducked beneath it. Godeleve was quickly approaching the fence, and didn't know how to turn. She did have an idea on how to stop. She pulled back harshly on the reigns. While it did stop the horse it did buck her off, and Godeleve fell into the dirt with a thud and a groan.

As she clambered back up off the ground, she turned to see Marc had control of the body again. There were three guys surrounding him. Each with a spear through him. Had he not had the healing suit, he would be dead, They had the intentions to kill. She could have the same for them.

In her hands appeared a gun, one of her own. While the rifle had a scope she did not need it. Three consecutive shots ran out. Each struck true. Two to the heart, and the final to the head.

All that was left was one final rider, and Mogart who was now mounted as well. Layla ran out onto the field, hopping the destroyed fence. She easily fired and struck the rider, having him fall of his steed. However Mogart struck her from behind.

Marc now having removed the spear from his body threw a dart at Mogart, hitting him in the back. The horse still went on even as the rider slowly fell off.

Both of them looked to Godeleve who had her gun now pointed to the ground. "You couldn't have done that earlier?" Marc asked.

"I have my rules," she explained plainly. A loud howl echoed through the night, though it was closer to a growl. Godeleve swore she recognized the sound. But no matter what it was it was the beast summoned by Harrow's magic that she needed to deal with.

She returned her rifle to wear it had previously been. "I have something else to take care of," she sighed as she hoped over the fence and walked into the mass of trees.

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[carolinashypnousa]

April 09, 2024 Class: Erotic Hypnosis 101

Date/Time: April 09, 2024, 6:30pm - 9:30pm (if there’s good discussion or practice ongoing, we don’t mind going over) Location: private residence in Charlotte, NC: vetted RSVPs will be provided the address Cost: $10 + see potluck details in description below Dress code: vanilla to door, collars allowed inside, be comfortable

FetLife Event Page: https://fetlife.com/events/1485357

Description: Curious about hypnosis in general? Wondering what the hell erotic hypnosis is? Interested in seeing how erotic hypnosis can be used to enhance your scenes? Come to our class and learn the basics, see some demos, and maybe try it for yourself in the practice session!

We'll go over our working definition for what hypnosis is, handle some common myths and questions, and give perspective of where it can fit in into sexy and/or kinky times and dynamics. We'll teach a basic how-to for both tops and bottoms, and go over safety so you can do it with a RACK mindset.

Full 101 Class: 6:30 - 8:30 Practice/Social: 8:30 - 9:30 (can go over)

Bring a snack or nonalcoholic drink to share, a dinner for yourself, or a suggested donation of $5 to offset food prices, as we'll be providing some food, as well (likely pizza). We can heat any food brought, if needed.

We will have limited attendance capacity, so please do not assume we have space for you, even if you've been to one of our classes in the past, unless you receive confirmation from us of your RSVP. Our main way of tracking RSVPs will be through FetLife Event Page RSVPs, but we will review private/direct messages, as well. For FetLife Event Page RSVPs, Maybe RSVPs are NOT guaranteed a spot in attendance.

This is a Hypnokink in the Carolinas event at a private residence. We require attendees be vetted, so please see our Vetting Policy posted here, it’s probably easier than you think.

If you can’t make it to the event, please check out the Discord server, join us for discussion in the FetLife HKiC Group, or add your kink-friendly email to the Email List for updates that way. We also just love to talk about erotic hypnosis, so feel free to contact us!

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Got questions or want to RSVP?  There’s so many different ways to reach out to us or to start discussions:

E-mail [email protected]

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I mentioned the Discord Server before, right? Feel free to chat freely and ask questions there!

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We are most immediately responsive on FetLife, but we will review each listed above prior to the event.

Is there a social media platform that you wish we were on, feel free to let us know!

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[saskiamcc]

Critique of process - One More Day

One More Day was the first project that I have worked on as a head of department production designer, and I had the best experience. The communication between the crew made it so much easier to do my job, in particular Alfie, our director was so helpful and was open to my ideas - allowing me creative freedom, while still being true to his vision of the film. Having a location that was basically a blank canvas was both a blessing and a challenge for me because while I had complete freedom to fill the space, I also had to find a way to fill the room in a way which made narrative sense and also in a way which was visually interesting. It was a bit tricky having such a small team for production design as it was quite a big project, but it also meant communication was a lot easier as it was only me and one person in the art department. Occasionally, I found it difficult to find a balance between the work I was doing and the work the art department was doing, and sometimes I felt like I had quite a big workload, however that may have been a mistake in my planning. Initially, I felt like I wasn’t always being listened to within my department, however after a bit more communication, I felt that we worked very well together and we collaborated well, prepping and dressing the set. I would have liked to have been at the recorded rehearsal but unfortunately due to personal reasons I couldn’t attend, which meant that I missed an opportunity to see the blocking for the actors and see a rough lighting plan. While this could have made my job difficult for the dressing of the full set, I felt that I was very good at communicating with my team - especially with our director - which meant that this did not affect my work and this was not an issue I faced on shooting days. My biggest strength for this particular project was planning and communication. I have been on projects where I felt that I wasn’t respected in my role as production designer and I communicated that at the start of this project - this was definitely taken in by the rest of the crew and I was really happy with how the set ran, it was incredibly professional. Additionally, I felt that I was quite good at paying attention to detail, I always made sure that there was intent behind all of my creative decisions and it really payed off. I wish that I was more assertive with my team as I think sometimes I wasn’t getting my point across like I wished, and at times when we were setting up I think we wasted a bit of time focusing too much on things that weren’t going to be seen on screen as much - so I think next time I will focus more on organising my priorities as well.

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[nicekaylee]

july fucking 31st

it's 2 am

after the show i said fuck all of THIS

and went on a fucking vacation. and getting therapy

and it's been going pretty sick, therapy not started. but anyways thats a write up for another day. im just going to talk about something specific that happened today.. im so pissed, and heartbroken.

CONTEXT

in my past 3 years of wasting my life on this god damn album, someone i knew a bit lit up my life in the last year,2022. this girl. the way she dresses just opened up a new sense of inspiration for me that ive never had before. so i get to know her a bit more once we hang out, and then i get to know how similar our interest in things are. we talk on the phone, and it's really nice. i knew after my birthday that this girl was someone special to me. and even though she's inspiration, i wanted to know i wanted to be there to care for her and be a closer companion, especially after knowing her past history and how i feel like she may have not felt that. fast forward 10 fucking months and im no where closer. in fact, even further away. i bet this girl doesn't think about me at all. and i'm just confused cause she barely shows any emotion at all. like one of the hardest people to understand, yet im still so invested. but it's getting very one sided. I got very depressed after my birthday, and then super focused on my album so i had little social life.. if any at all. not one message of empathy from her.. a couple of times seeing her, but never alone.. but whatever that's not the real point of the story. that was all just context. THE REAL STORY

so it's july 2023 i can't look at her as a friend, cause i have too many feelings. we talk minimally but theres a group chat thats kinda our saving grace. and just recently, she started med school in galveston. fuck. during my vacation, i'm trying to enjoy my life more. ive always wanted to wait till after my album is done, where i feel like my life will be easier, but now a days im thinking.. fuck that. i'm tired of waiting to be in the right time of my life because i can't bottle these feelings any longer. like fr this shit is bothering me so much. i'm getting older and just wishing and having this crush with no substance makes no sense.

so i need to tell her asap.

i wanted to see her in galveston. somehow ended up into a group friend thing to visit her in galveston, then her mom shut that down.

because she is in the most complicated situation literally not meant for dating at all. no car, mom takes her everywhere, curfew as fuck,her mom doesnt even want her around guys, what the actual fuck. but fuck it, she makes time to hang out in houston..for like 2 hours.. but i appreciate it honestly i understand her life situation.

TODAY she pulls up to my friends house with her brother cause her moms a freak about her going out. it's another group hangout. how tf am i gonna tell her my feelings?? anyways,

i mention i went to galveston and she seems UPSET THAT I DIDNT TELL HER?? CAUSE SHE COULDA MADE A WAY TO SEE ME..

NOW SHE WANTS TO SEE ME? WTF. idk dude it's so hard to understand her. so that was some good insight. but it's the past so whatever..

we play mario party on the switch. finish and it's about time to go. i whip out a surprise bag with gifts i wanted to treat my 2 other friends and her with! snacks for one, a fork for another, and i got her these super cute pens. she seemed to like them! she then says i didn't have to get this cause she knows im broke. WTF. honestly, shit was funny. idc but then she starts talking to me or us about some more details of her school life. she seems to always looks at me more. like most of the time. i LOVE that, but i have no clue how basic that is for her. she tells me shes finally gonna start her dream cover band, which is sick, love to hear that. someone said i should do a cover band.. i made a face and was going to say i actually do plan on it--

THEN SHE FUCKING CUTS ME OFF. AND FUCKING SAYS I SHOULD MAKE CUTE JINGLES FOR MY GIRLFRIEND(S)?? LIKE HALLMARK CARDS w pretty messages and simple JINGLES?? .....WHAT THE FUCK...

im staring at her like about to fucking lose my mind... cause i want to do that FOR HER. i almost impulsivey confess everything i feel to her. but everyone was right around me, her brother too. and i didn't know if it would be bad for her brother to hear..and have him spread info to her mom ..which will fuck her over more. i didn't wanna do that. so i just calmed down and played dumb. she left and said it's gonna be a long time till she'll see us again. what the fuck. im so mad. my friends said i shoulda just told her right there.. but idk it was so much random pressure and i wanted to be courteous and not fuck her over..

but jesus fucking christ im so mad. or some other word to describe how riled up that got me. this woman needs to know how i feel. i actually dont give a fuck anymore. im a grown dude and that annoys me that this is all weird puzzle solving teenage shit. cause if she was hinting, fuck her so im going to galveston this wednesday. giving her A SPECIAL hallmark card with a beautiful art of her and a BEAUTIFUL SONG only for her. not for OTHER girlfriends.. FOR HER. she is the one i want to make these things for . she needs to know shes the one i care about. before some asshole gets to her in galveston. honestly i actually dont care. i just wanna make sure she knows how special she is to me. that'll give me peace of mind. and she says no, then honestly im okay. anyways im doing it. wednesday. cant bottle this in anymore. i really hope she lets me see her man. i just want to let her know how special she is to me. it'll hurt my heart knowing if i never did anything. and maybe she'll share something loving as well

maybe

[padgettharder7]

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[frosted-night]

Jack Frost Designs Review

Yes it’s finally his time. This is going to include his book designs including previous incarnations in said books. There are more movie concept designs than book so, let’s dig in shall we?

This was in fact the first ever Jack Joyce designed while he came up with The Guardians Of Childhood. He even comes with his own backstory! (Which was cut. Sorry Joyce posts walls of text so it’s a girthy read.)

So instead of a young mischievous trickster, we got a much more depressing story of Jack. (Jack by default is sad obviously) but this one... It kind of hits differently and almost reminds me of the story he crafted for Pitch. A dad who tried to defend his family but through tragic events was ripped from them and changed completely. Design wise, he’s a lot more tree than snow. There doesn’t exist a colored version of this so we’ll never know if he sported winter and dull dead leaf colors rather than grassy greens.This Jack has a weird presence to him, I can’t put my finger on it. Rating: 6/10 He’s really neat! Just a little too Autumn feeling rather than a blend of both Autumn and Winter.

Nightlight feels like the baby evolution if Jack was a pokemon and that's what I’m gonna stick with. Below is a more recent version of him colored.

In all honesty that one is easier on the eyes proportion wise because sometimes Joyce has ‘interesting’ anatomy choices but we aint going into that today. It’s interesting how his hair somehow looks shorter and longer than Jack’s at the same time. Could be because the longer strands float seamlessly but star boy hair physics what can ya do. It’s a little hard to tell what is his skin and what is his armor, so that is a casuality in making a character only have one or two colors in their color scheme. I love other artist’s depictions of Nightlight but the canon one feels a little weak color wise. Rating: 5/10 Sorry, get some better LEDs and then come back.

Here we have a book Jack but I can’t entirely recall if this was used in the books or not. I digress. This design looks like him still wearing very Nightlight-esque armor/clothing and slowly growing into his new persona as Jack Frost. The intricacies are hard to make out but we’ll work with it. This one is very interesting to me because he very much looks like an older teen close to young adult. His hair looks very fluffy too. Not many complaints about this one but not much praise either.

Rating: 6/10 Not great but doesn’t stand out that much.

Remember when I said Joyce had ‘interesting’ anatomy decisions? Jack looks like he has half a head here and it bothers me GREATLY. This is the adult Jack design he went with. Supposedly he likes the opera and he sure looks it. This! Exists!! Kind of wish it didn’t. The outfit is nice but it just doesn’t fit Jack as a whole. This just screams to me that it’s someone else with a similar-ish hairstyle.

Rating: 3/10 Guess he’d be the...Phantom Of The Opera. (I’ll go home and so should he.)

And finally the final Jack. This is the one that almost exactly resembles the Jack we got in the movies(Probably because it was made after the movie but w/e) but just add a cape on him. I can’t really tell if hes got a hoodie and a cape, or just a cloak+hood on top of a sweatshirt. It isn’t too important because my thoughts on this one are obvious. Rating: 10/10 Edna Mode would have a field day with you boy.

MOVIE DESIGN TIME

Joyce claims this is a design he drafted when Leonardo DiCaprio was considered to voice Jack and I can kind of see that with how his face is drawn here. This Jack looks a lot more like a warrior and less of that trickster look. I can’t say I’m a fan of the weird antenna his hood has but his sword is really cool looking.

Rating: 4/10 Nice bow and sword but it can’t save your fashion choices.

This looks like a lanky 11-13 year old who would put rocks or slugs in my shoes and relish in my disgust. He has the exact look of a snot nose kid and I’m unsure how to feel about it.

His various hairstyles drafted here sort of make him softer looking or just more of a snot nose, no in between. Maybe even an Anime Protagonist.

The top right one almost looks like Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon if you squint. It’ll be a little hard to rate them all as one individual but why not.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate them but they aren’t my cup of tea.

AH- IS THAT A FUCKIN GREMLIN?

Oh wait no it isn’t he looks like a 10 year old. Whatever don’t feed him after midnight. The staff’s design of not being shaped like a G is an interesting tidbit but the whole design looks like he’s really young or like a troll etc. This Jack looks like he thinks girls have cooties uses outdated slang.

Rating: 4/10 This is me being generous.

It honestly looks like he hiked his pants up all the way to his chest. A late teen with horrid fashion choices once again. Not many other thoughts here.

Rating: 2/10 Get a sweater on or something.

This is one is very interesting looking to me. His clothes looked a lot more leather based and very human-like. The tatters, tears and frays all make him look like he was a victim of an accident that never changed his clothes. It makes me wonder if this Jack had the same death as the final movie Jack or something else entirely. Either way, this one looks like hes a mid to late teen which really adds to my intrigue.

This was another image that greatly resembled the design so I included it here. It almost looks like his skin is blue here which is pretty neat to me at least. He’s also got leaf motifs here, which from the first Jack design Joyce made, we can see a pattern here.

Rating: 8 /10 I was originally weirded out by his head but now its not so bad.

This Jack is definitely dressed more like a nature boy rather than him having human influenced fashion and it’s an appealing touch. The tiny leaf sprouting from his staff is also kind of cute since the designers seemed to want to put leafs somewhere on his designs. His hairstyle is also very cute but it reminds me of Sasuke Uchiha in a sense. (Not a setback for me at least)

Rating: 7/10 13 year old Jack is going thru a phase.

I thought this Jack didn’t show up again in story boards but I was wrong!

They look a little different from each other but just similar enough to pair together, so bare with me. The first one obviously has looser pants, slightly longer sleeves and got his leaf motif going. This second Jack is a VERY green. It gives the impression that this Jack made his clothes out of plants and natural materials. Again I’m not wholly sure if greens fit his color scheme but they sure went for it for a while. I can’t say I’m a fan of it because it heavily reminds me of Peter Pan.

However a very similar looking Jack could be found in this storyboard. It doesn’t look as green as the other storyboards made it out to be and looks more like dead grass. Which is a pretty nice touch.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate it but it just doesn’t vibe yknow.

Speaking of a vibe...hoo this certainly has one.  This Jack isn’t old but certainly doesn’t look very young, maybe in the 20-30 range, thats just me. He has facial features that remind me of Pitch but resembles the Jack Frost of Santa Clause 3

That being said, I wondered if him looking similar to Pitch was in the storyline of them being brothers.(Which was a scrapped thing, who knew.) He’s a bit more menacing in this design but certainly seems like he relishes in his work.

Rating: 4/10 I’d make it a lower score but I gotta give it props

NOW THIS JACK IS KINDA INTERESTING. This one looks like he’s 16 and going through a grunge phase. He’s gonna play Nirvana loudly and not turn it down even if you tell him too. His staff itself has mini icicles hanging off of it and leafs look stuck to his shirt. Did you glue or staple those on Jack? His hair also looks much longer than his other designs and I kind of dig it( Shut up I’m bias.) I’m not wholly sure why else this design has stuck with me but it just has something about it that I just love. I wish there was a full body drawing of it.

(He also kinda has the same hair as the Jack Frost in Runescape but I wont go on about that hoo hoo)

Rating: 9/10 *Bad Boy by Cascada plays in the distance*

This one definitely feels like middleschooler trying to be in a band. His sticks just resemble drumsticks to me what can I say. I’m a big fan of his shoes and his color scheme screams a hibernating tree in winter. His hair also looks like it’s covered in frost rather than it being wholly white, which is very neat!! He looks like he wants to fight but has slight hesitance. Overall a very balanced Jack.

Rating: 8/10 He’s ready for band practice

Not many thoughts here, I just found these tiny Jack designs cute. His hoodie being a jacket instead just adds to the charm of this one.

No talk to him he angy.

Rating: 6/10 fun sized boi

Now this Jack resembles the one earlier that dressed entirely in leather brown colors, however he clearly is different than that one. I’m gonna say it, he looks like a zombie or undead in this design and its pretty fucking gnarly. I don’t know whats going on with his hair but I’m gonna assume it’s just the wind making it look like that. He just has the vibe that he was once human but was turned into something else entirely. It isnt in uncanny territory but borders that. This version of Jack meeting Pitch and the others would have been *very* interesting. Rating: 7/10 Eat a twinkie Jack you’ll feel better.

The final design! I can’t complain much about this one. The way his staff subtly has a G shape and a hexagon(his signature shape) is a wonderful touch. Additionally, the way the frost is gathered mostly where his hand is such an intricate detail. His signature hoodie is iconic at this point so I can’t bad mouth that either.(I can’t anyway because there's no complaints from me here.) Although, I never understood the leather straps that his pants had or their functions. I couldn’t find any colonial outfits that resembled Jack’s pants so its a total mystery to me at least.

And I can’t go on about this design until I mention the snowflake pattern in his eyes

Pure beauty. It’s at a hue of blue that almost looks impossible to have, combined with the electric blue color of the snowflake in his eyes. The amount of detail in this movie amazes me to this day. Rating: One Great Blizzard <3/10

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Secret ||PJM || Pt. 12: Celebrate (M)

↬ pairing: sugar daddy!jimin x sugar baby!reader

↬ genre: smut, angst (tiny)

↬ wc: 3k

↬ warnings: cursing, they both have FEELINGS, office!quickie, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), spanking, unprotected sex, creampie

↬ date: May 16, 2021

A smile lit up your face as the elevator doors shut. You were only going up one floor, but you didn’t want to risk twisting your ankle on the stairs. Jimin would be in his office, eager to hear about your meeting, and you didn’t see why you shouldn’t update him in person.

The doors to the elevator open when they arrive at his floor. You step out, opening your purse to fish your ID to show to the receptionist. It was rare for you to make an appearance at Jimin’s office, but you were always allowed to see him, with the exception of his father being present.

“Miss Y/n!” The receptionist rises from her seat, greeting you with a smile and a handshake. 

“Hello, is Jimin in his office?” you ask, looking over your shoulder in hopes of seeing him.

“Yes, go right ahead. I’ll announce your arrival.”

“No need. I want to surprise him,” you state before waving to head to his office. You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before turning the doorknob and walking in.

Jimin is on the phone, sitting at his desk with his feet kicked up. He raises a brow at the sound of his door opening, but grins when he sees it’s you. He hastily finishes his phone call, turning his phone off before using the intercom to have all his calls held.

“Princess,” Jimin greets you, rising from his chair to pull you into a hug. He kisses your cheek, his hands holding yours in his. “How’d it go?”

A grin lights up your face, immediately spilling all the details of your meeting with eagerness. Jimin finds himself smiling, squeezing your hands in his as he hangs on every word. He doesn’t want to admit he’s overjoyed; this was just a friend helping a friend. Right?

However, he doesn’t let the whirling of his thoughts take away from you or your achievement. He knew you’d do well, despite being drunk as a skunk the previous night. When you’d lay in his bed, your head on his chest, his arm around your shoulders, you spilled all your worries. What if you failed? What if you disappointed him? What if it fell through?

Jimin held you, laced his fingers with yours as you aired out everything. He kissed your fingertips, his soft lips helping you relax. You’d felt safe in his arms, his kisses chasing every worry away. He reassured you with whispered words, soft touches and kisses until you felt confident once again.

Jimin knows he’s in too deep. He can try to deny it as much as he wants, but his heart knows the truth. And it’s fucking terrifying. He would move earth, hell, and heaven to see that gorgeous smile illuminate your face. Would do anything you asked of him for just a grin. But you… you couldn’t see him like that. Couldn’t see him as more than just a bank account. He knew that much… had experienced that much all his life. It was easier to pay someone upfront, then have them feign interest in him just to get at his wallet. He was so sick of fake love. He didn’t need it, didn’t want it… but what were these feelings you arouse in him?

“What do you think?” you repeat, head quirking when Jimin doesn’t answer.

“Hmm, baby?” Jimin blinks, stepping back to shake his head clear of all his thoughts. A proud smile on his lips.

“Dinner with everyone tonight? Then on Friday we can all go out for drinks,” You tell him, brows furrowing. “Are you okay?”

Jimin cards his hand through his hair. “Yeah, baby. We’ll celebrate tonight and Friday. I’m all yours.”

“Yay! Thank you, daddy!” You jumped up and down. Jimin couldn’t help but stare as your chest bounced; he licked his lips. 

“Come here, princess”

You approach him, still smiling brightly. He loves the way your eyes sparkle with happiness; he hopes he’s able to make you that happy for the rest of his life.

A frown mars his face for a moment, but it’s gone before you can comment on it. His lips brushing yours, his hand coming to cup your cheek. Jimin kisses you softly, holds you as if you were a delicate flower. There’s no rush in his kisses, savoring the sweet taste of your lips as his other hand comes to rest on your hip.

“Jimin.” The sigh of his name has him pulling you closer. Your hands wrap around his waist, wanting to be closer to him despite already being up against his body. 

“Angel,” he murmurs as his lips trail kisses down your jaw to the column of your throat. You arch into him, head lolling back slightly to allow him more room. He thanks you with a playful nip, chuckling when he hears the stutter in your breath, your fingers gripping his shirt tightly.

“J-Jimin,” you stutter, eyes fluttering shut as he pulls the strap of your dress off of your shoulder. His lips plant featherlight kisses on your skin, before moving to your other shoulder and doing the same.

“So beautiful,” he mutters to himself. “And all mine. Only mine.”

“Yours,” you echo, moaning when his hands cup your breasts over your dress. His touch is fiery, it ignites your body, yearning for more.

A growl escapes Jimin, his hold on you tightening as the kiss deepens. Your fingers run through his locks, tugging at the ends, and  earning a delectable moan from the CEO.

“Fuck,” Jimin pants, his lust-filled eyes meeting your own. His chest rises and falls, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, a hand running through his mussed hair.

“Jimin,” you bite your lip, an action that draws his gaze to them. His cock throbs in the confines of his pants. He’s got to have you. Now.

Jimin steps around you, chuckling deviously as he pushes every item off his desk. Papers scattered on the floor, followed by his phone clattering onto the floor, and he smirks at you. Your eyes widen in surprise, a gasp escaping your lips before Jimin is lifting you and setting you on his desk.

Without wasting a moment, Jimin’s plush lips are on yours once again, taking your breath away as his hands grip your hips. Your legs wrap around him, a chuckle escaping him.

“Eager?” he asks teasingly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, nodding, your hands running up his arms as his palms rest on your thighs, caressing them slowly. 

The feel of his touch sends sparks down your spine, aching to have him closer. His lips press against yours as your hands tug at his suit jacket. He breaks the kiss to discard it on the floor, tugging off his tie before he’s kissing you once again.

You arch into his touch, the softness of his lips on the expanse of your neck. He’s slowly guiding you onto your back, spreading your thighs for him. He doesn’t waste time ripping your panties down your legs to put in the pocket of his pants.

His lips trail kisses up your leg, jutting your dress upward to bunch at your hips.

“So pretty,” he muses as he sucks a mark onto your thigh before moving higher. He groans at the scent of your wet pussy, his fingers spreading the lips, grunting when he sees how wet you are for him. For a moment he wants to say those three words, but he swallows them instead to focus on your dripping cunt.

“Jimin,” you gasp when a kiss is pressed on your skin. 

“Yes, princess?” he asks, looking at you from between your thighs, a salacious smirk on his lips.

You grin, your hand delicately weaving in his hair.  

“More.”

“More?” he chuckles. Two of his fingers slide into you easily, a soft moan escaping your lips. You know you need to be quiet, not wanting to alert his receptionist or his assistant of what their boss is doing to you, but all those thoughts flee your mind when his tongue licks a broad stripe over your folds.

Jimin smirks, watching as you twitch at the feel of his tongue as he goes in for seconds, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a languid pace. Your hands grip the edge of the desk, legs draped over his shoulders as you resist the urge to thread your fingers through his perfectly done hair. You know he wouldn’t care if you messed it up, but you were trying to be secretive. Nobody could know about this.

“Jimin,” you arch, melting into nothingness at his ministrations. You hate being on a time restraint. Wishing more than anything you were back at his place where he could take his time with you. However, it’ll have to do. You’d do anything to come now that his devilish tongue was swirling around your clit, lips sucking it gently in the way that has your thighs trembling. Jimin meets your gaze, your eyes fluttering shut. His beauty is too much for you to handle when he’s slotted between your thighs, eating your cunt like it’s the best meal he’s ever had.

“Look at me,” he growls, heat pooling deep in your abdomen. Waves of pleasure rolling over you as you lock eyes with him. His fingers curl inside you, teasing you as his tongue works wonders on your clit. “So pretty.”

You whine, feeling vulnerable as he dives in, too focused on your arousal to notice. You moan, wanting more of his lips and tongue. You know you’re getting close, your breathing growing ragged and thighs quivering as you accidentally squeeze his head in between when it hits you. Jimin chuckles, his breath ghosting your skin as he laves at your cunt. The sweet sounds that escape you go directly to his throbbing cock. He’s so fucking hard, desperate to feel your pretty cunt wrapped around him.

“Jimin,” you sigh, panting as he places your legs back down. He smirks, licking his lips as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Fuck.”

Jimin doesn’t waste time, his hands grip your hips as he helps you to your feet. His lips capture yours, his hand on the nape of your neck to hold you close as he deepens the kiss. His tongue slips past the seam of your lips, meeting yours as your hands undo the buttons of his shirt. You tug it off him, allowing it to fall on the floor. Your hands roam his bare chest freely, wishing you could leave your lipstick prints all over his skin. Maybe you’d get the chance tonight?

“We need to hurry,” he reminds you as he trails kisses to your neck, nipping at the skin as you give in, running your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. Jimin groans into your neck, planting a kiss on your collarbone as your hand grips his erection over his pants. A hiss leaves his lips. You undo the button of his pants, pulling the zipper down in one swift move. 

Jimin stops you from taking his cock out, kissing you instead. His hands cup your face as your hands come to rest on his wrists. Jimin loves the softness of your lips, the feel of them against his as they move perfectly in sync. He could kiss you forever if given the chance.

“Jimin,” you moan against his lips, fingers lacing with his. He brings your twined hands to his lips, kissing each of yours before letting them go. He presses a kiss to your forehead, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks. How were you so beautiful? How did you manage to make a home in his heart?

“Turn around,” Jimin whispers, his touch no longer soft as he spins you around. Your palms land on his desk as he caresses your body, hoping all thoughts of love would just disappear if he focused on your body instead. Sex was easy. Sex he could handle without the burden of emotions you arose in him, and as his hand smacks your ass and you moan his name in pleasure, it’s enough for those thoughts to dissipate.

Jimin pulls his pants and boxers down just enough to release his cock. He stroked himself, the head of his cock pressing against your folds, collecting your arousal on the head before he sinks in. 

“Fuck, princess.”

“Jimin!” You moan, holding yourself up on your elbows as his hand pushes on your back to hold you in place. He caressed your skin for a few moments before he’s gripping your hips. 

Jimin moans your name in a husky tone that has your head reeling. His hold on you is tight; you can’t help but wish he was holding you tighter as he fucks himself into you. 

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, princess.” Jimin grunts, pushing his hair out of his eyes before his hand is moving between your thighs to rub at your clit. 

“Fuck me harder,” you plead, your hips moving to meet Jimin’s thrusts. Jimin growls, fucking you harder, faster as you bite on your bottom lip to muffle your moans. 

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock. Take it,” Jimin grunts, throwing his head back as he fucks you harder like you’ve asked. Each of his thrusts has your eyes rolling back, whimpers and cries escaping your lips. You’re sure you’re near tears, your body overwhelmed with the pleasure Jimin’s providing.

You’re unsteady on your heels and Jimin wraps his arm around your hips to hold you up while plowing into you. He curses, eyes fluttering shut as you clench around him, moaning his name. 

“Fuck, that’s it. Your wet cunt takes my cock so well. You love when I fuck you full. Don’t you, baby?” Jimin moans, smacking your ass when you don’t answer him immediately. 

“Yes! Yes!” You cry out, thighs quivering as you move one hand between your legs to rub at your clit. Jimin grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it as he fucks you. You can feel the pleasure building, searing you from the inside out as you warn Jimin of your impending orgasm. 

“Just a little more,” he huffs, hips slapping against your ass over and over again. He’s so close, he can feel it. You cry out his name, forgetting you’re fucking in his office in the middle of the work day. You don’t care. You don’t fucking care who hears your man fucking you over his desk. He’s yours and you’ll gladly make everyone aware of it as you come wrapped around his fat cock, his name rolling off your tongue in a heavenly moan that has Jimin’s hips stuttering. A few more thrusts and your pulsating cunt is all it takes for him to find his release. He thrusts into you sloppily, groaning and cursing as he fucks his cum into you, not wasting a drop. 

Jimin falls over you, panting as his arms wrap around you. You don’t care that he’s sweaty, sticking to your back as he rights the both of you before he pulls out. 

“Damn,” Jimin pants with a shit-eating grin on his face. “You should come see me at work more often.”

“If I did, you’d never get anything done.” you giggle as you try to catch your breath. You fan yourself with your hand, your chest rising and falling. 

“I wouldn’t mind,” Jimin jokes, carding a hand through his hair. This wasn’t how he imagined spending his lunch break, but he’d take this any day. He pulls you to him, brushing his lips against yours, his hand caressing your side. 

“I hate that you have to go,” Jimin murmurs against your lips, stealing a kiss as he adjusts his pants after zipping and buttoning them. 

“Me too,” you say in between kisses, your fingers moving quickly to button up Jimin’s shirt. You press a kiss to his chest before buttoning the last button. Jimin hands you his tie for you to tie for him. He always liked when you did it, it felt more domestic. Although he’d never admit to it out loud. 

Jimin wraps his arms around you, holding you to his chest. You don’t care that you’re practically naked except for your heels and your dress bunched at your hips. You allow him to hold you, to kiss you because you don’t want to leave. You’d rather spend the day with him, even if you just sat in a chair all day. But that wasn’t ideal, and you weren’t about to suggest you stay. Your mind was already whirling with thoughts about him, and how he’s always so gentle with you outside of bed… almost like he cares about you. But that’s not Jimin, and it would do you a whole world of good if you got that through your thick skull and accepted it. 

With one last deep, passionate kiss, Jimin helps you redress. He takes your panties out of his pocket and helps you step into them. You grimace at the feeling but can’t protest when he’s stuffed you full of his cum. He smiles sheepishly, apologizing with a kiss to your temple.

“I’ll see you tonight, baby. Here,” Jimin reaches into his pants to take his wallet out, handing you a thick stack of bills. “Get yourself a new outfit for tonight.”

“Thanks, Jimin,” you take the money from him, ignoring the sinking feeling in your chest. 

“I’ll see you tonight, princess.” Jimin presses a chaste kiss to your lips before walking you to the door of his office.

You give him one last wave before heading to the elevator, avoiding the curious gaze of the receptionist. You’re sure she can put two and two together. 

Once you’re safely inside the elevator, you lean against the back wall. The uncomfortable feeling of Jimin’s money in your purse makes you feel uneasy. You’re well aware you’ve started caring more for him but all you are to him is an investment and you don’t like the feeling. You take your phone out of your bag, pushing all those confusing thoughts to the back of your mind as you read the messages you’ve missed from your friends. You can find comfort in them instead. 

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MERCY

• pairing; toji fushiguro x reader [ nsfw ]

• premise; it’s the same dance with him, a shameless game of cat and mouse in which he always win but maybe losing is equally as rewarding. 

• words; 2078

• note & warning; i’m back with some toji content, he’s just been in my mind a little to long for me not the write about him. some warnings for this one is public, unprotected ( wrap it and then tap it folks ) sex, with the usual grammatical errors—I swear I try to proof read ya’ll but they just manage to find a way to stay in there. i am slowly but surely getting my mojo back.

Old habits die hard; it's easier to hate each other that way. Labeling whatever that was manifesting between the two of you as that, a bad habit. A dirty secret only an onyx sky could appreciate enough to hide. Perhaps that's what kept it alive and kicking, midnight turmoil, where even the most terrible of bad ideas are more seductive.

Though it's debatable if the alcohol left you unhinged, mindless, and bold. What other excuse did you have for allowing the bastard to enter your domain? There was no shame from the thinking without a conscience, but with the pounding music and pulsing lights, you weren't sure there was even space to think. He held a brazen stare all evening, keen to every move you made.

A man's attention was never anything to sneeze at, but when it was a straggler like Toji Fushiguro, it was intoxicating. And more than the liquor, everything seemed to be within reach under his spotlight. He held his distance, clung to the darkness, yet with such an adamant gaze he could have been right there beside you. At least, that's how you imagined it but the game wasn't that easy.

  He'd stay in his dark corner, not quite able to step closer until you were ready. Until the heat underneath your skin became unbearable, leaving you an aching mess. That made it easier to devour you. Whether it meant burying his head between your thighs or hooking his arms around your waist and keeping you open. Or bottomed out inside you, mouth feasting on your chest.

The club was full, Friday night packed but it would work in your favor. You knew none of the songs, not that it mattered, it was mere fuel to your movements. A nice accessory to the sway of your hips, to suggestive temptation behind them.

It wasn't worth looking in his direction; he was always watching. At that thought alone, your clothes become a nuisance. A means to an end, that would start with him. Toji was a patient man but knew that patience didn't extend to everyone, you in particular. He was a tease, and as your dress inclined it almost felt as if he'd been the one to hike it up.

A sensation too similar to his hands moving over your bare thighs, ready to pry them open. His smug chuckle was right there feeding your imagination, and as one song faded into the next, there wasn't a spot on your body that hadn't been kissed in theory. With one thought, you were drooling over a man less than ten feet away, fantasizing about all the ways he could take you. It was more of a headache than it seems, and as the pace of the songs picks up, the conscience returns. Whilst you make your way back to the bar. You'd need a little more liquid luck to get through the rest of the night.

  “That was quite a show.”

  “Didn’t know I had an audience.” What else could you have done but tell a bald-faced lie? Telling him the truth didn't do anyone any good. How you envision him fucking you in the middle of the dance floor.

“Could’ve fooled me." The bar was located farther away from the DJ and next to the restrooms. The quieter end of the venue, but you're sure you'd have heard his smirk regardless.

After all this time, it's only then that you turn to him.“What are you doing here Fushiguro?”

Big mistake, ten feet away he looked the same as when you last saw him, but up close and personal, some details that had escaped memory came back to haunt you.

“Would you believe me if I told you, I’m here to see you?”

Yeah right, “Not in the slightest.”

“It’s true for the most part, had a job in the area and thought I’d pop in do some sightseeing." He shifted his weight back to the counter, his elbows well-rested on either side.

“Well you came and you saw.”

“On the contrary,” he said. The double meaning has turned your cheeks crimson, and you're thankful for the red lights underneath the counter. “Cute dress.”

Images from moments before gloss over your eyes, heating every part of your body. They burned a path down your chest before settling below your hips. “Seriously Fushiguro what do you want? You made it pretty clear we both want different things the last time you popped in.”

“Things are different.” Sincere wasn't the word you or anyone else would use to describe the guy, but his demeanor defied all expectations. He seemed to be a completely different person.

  “Yeah, they are,” you mumbled, tossing back a shot you managed to order before his interruption.

  “Look," he started and turned to face you. Face inches from yours, his scent enveloping both of you. "I tried the settling down thing and it doesn’t work with my kind of lifestyle.”

It wasn't the words you wanted to hear, but you probably wouldn't have had them anyway. Wishful thinking, “Then that’s clears things up doesn’t it?” Toji Fushiguro didn’t do apologies, much like he didn’t do commitment, and even as he called after you, that would never change. Something you wish your body would recognize, no matter how much it longed for him.

  The corridor to the restrooms was too quiet for him being that close to you...too intimate. In the quick second you had turned you back to him, ready to sober up and head home, he’d already been behind you. Pushing you up against the wall in the far corner, his arms barricading you in.

  “You’re quite stubborn, you know that.” His voice was low, quiet all to maintain the secrecy veiled in the darkness.

  “Thanks, I’ll be sure to add it to my resume.” You witted, going to duck around him but he was quick and with a step forward his hips pushed yours in back place.

  “Will you just listen,” he pleaded. Not that you had much of a choice, but he took your silence as obedience. “I won’t make excuses, I’m a shitty guy but it’s gotten me this far. You won’t get the white picket fence with me. That’s not who I am.”

It was true, he was a shitty person. One minute here and the next gone with the wind. All with impeccable timing, usually around when he’d finish fucking you senseless. Truthfully it wasn’t something too much of a problem, it was better if he had his life and you with your own. Though you supposed between the kisses, and that final thrust that brought you both over the edge left some vulnerability.

  “If I’m stubborn, then you’re quite dense. I never asked for that Toji. I was fine with the wild sex but was a little conversation too much to ask? You’ve got baggage, newsflash so do I, but you’d think we’d handle it like two grown adults. You’ve always been on the move, please, slow down every once in a while.”

The silence is deafening, louder than the upbeat track in the distance. You were irritated, angry, and, to make it worse, aroused. What else did he expect from you but a meltdown? As he moved his head to your back, he lowered his arms, allowing them to ghost your waist. “I'm sorry,” he said softly, kissing it.

In retrospect, you should have jumped for joy, climbed to the top of the bar, and screamed at the top of your lungs like a lunatic, but you didn't. You didn't want to abandon his embrace at that moment; he had really changed.

The kiss in trial is slow and tender, responsive to not only the worries but any emotion in between. Everything you didn't think he was capable of and all rage bleeds into desire. Each of you starved and desperate to find a fill.

The stiffness of his pants condemned his hold, which found its power over your hips. You want to propose that he return the excitement to your place or whatever hotel he was staying in, but he broke the kiss to turn you around. His patience had reached its maximum for the night.

“Wait for a second,” you mumbled out. A slight moan slipped through feeling his erection firm and strong against your rear. The ends of your dress taunted by his fingertips liked how you pictured them too. “Sorry princess, no can do.”

  It’s almost impressive how quickly he lifts your dress and slipping a finger past your thong. But should anyone know your body in grave detail it was him. There’s a ceremonial cheer from the crowd as the DJ lets the beat drop, Toji’s opportune moment of intrusion. Your own cry, not one in interest to the music but the long slender finger to part your folds.

“I’ve waited all night to get my hands on you,” he mumbled out, lips pressed to the back of your neck.

  “Toji—”

“I’ll be quick, just the way you like it.”

  It’s in your best interest to stop him there, keeping private matters just that, you should stop him...should.

  “Fuck…quickly.” you cursed out in compliance. There’s a smirk on his face, you know it. Sure he’s different, but some things never change.

  In the second he pulled his finger away, you whimper half expecting for it to slip back in, maybe even with a partner but a casual Friday night turns into Christmas.

  “I'll take my time with you later, right now—” he started face pressed into the back of your shoulder. “I just need to be inside you.”

  First was the tip of his cock, a feeble tickle before the rest of his inches followed. Stretching you full, slipping deep into your heat. Coaxing the ache that was for him, letting the world see just how easily your body welcomed his own. Yet, it was hard to care about the rest of the world when your own revolved around everything below your hips.

  He gripped them tightly, anchoring you there at the hilt with a slow sure thrust before looping a hand to your front. Twisting the nerves in time with his sudden thrust. Quick like he said, but still slow enough to feel him move inside you. In and out, then over again. The excitement of having him there indulging with your body, and the anxiety of getting caught clashed. Making you even more aware of your walls around him, but in his muffled moans there are words of encouragement. Sweet nothings that make your arousal fierce, sexy, and less wrong.

  “Don't stop, ” you say a little too loud for doing something taboo but you don't care, “Don't fucking stop.”

  The million and one fantasy that flooded your mind on the dancefloor spirals, winding with the moment and coiled in an untamed void. Ready to snap at those trying to control it. And there, shrouded in the thin veil of privacy Toji picks up his pace, teasing it with each stroke until finally, it shudders through. Coming in waves, meeting your peek every time he pushed forward. Bolting down your legs the more sloppy and anxious his hips became.

  “Fuck, ” he grunts hands shooting to your chest. Pulling you closer to him, eating up your moans with his.

  Almost feral with the way he continued despite his cock’s twitches, he wasn't nearly satisfied but that was a mess neither of you was capable of cleaning up at the moment. Regrettably, you push back on his rhythm stopping it completely. Snapping him from the haze.

“We should go, ” you whisper out on his lips. Which he can only grunt back in response to, hesitant to slip from your warmth.

His hands are glued to your body, unable to null all contact as you tugged your dress back down or as he tucks himself back into his pants. You'd ask whether it was back to your place or his but the languid look on his face as the two of you shamelessly stepped into the light made it fruitful. It didn't matter where the two of you went, he'd have you crying for mercy.

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[cloudninetonine]

Hellooo! I wake up from my nap what do I see? First off, really interesting takes on the Gerudo as a whole, secondly, my 3 am rambles were deleted. Now then, do I lack the self respect to re-write it? Yes. Yes I do.

First off! I have memes for Player's Aid (albeit not very good ones.) that I wish to send in, but I can't send in images with anonymous on. Do you have any ideas for how I can send it in or do I need to just send it in off Anon? Because fuck it, I will if I have to, I have been holding onto these memes all day.

Secondly! The Genderfluid rambling was about wanting Genderfluid/Gender-Non-Conforming reader to introduce the Chain into the magic of 'gender shapeshifting.' Using makeup, clothing, body languge and voice acting skills they had learned.

I specifically imaged Player in Wild's Hyrule and for most of the adventure, Player presents masc. It's easier that way as a bunch of masc people and one feminine person tends to raise red flags, (potential tw oncoming??? Not exactly sure how to tag this but I feel it needs to be warned of that following topics contain vague references to trafficking so... be warned and it ends after next line break.) especially when that feminine person looks different to the average Hylian, especially when that group is traveling cross country and ESPECIALLY if the chain is protective and doesn't want people talking to Player, maybe the Player is just stressed or something, but point it, that raises red flags and causes other feminine folks to say something along the lines of "Hey, are you okay? Do you know these people? Are they scaring you? Do you know where you're going? Are you safe?". I'm not saying that would happen, I'm saying that's just the way I at least would handle that to avoid a scene.

And so, Reader has been presenting masc to avoid any unnecessary stress or uncomfy situations, and when they reach Gerudo town, they just really really wanna go in with Wild, and so, they engage in shapeshifting! Give them 20 minutes, they'll be fine to get into Gerudo town and keep Wild company.

And so! Player teaching the Chain how they do it, details in walking different, or word choice, clothing that makes you look very different, makeup, how to do a more masculine sounding voice and a more feminine sounding voice, etc.

Also, Wild filing some of this tips away for their fem days because genderfluid Wild lives in my heart. Also, perhaps sending members of the Chain into a minor gender crisis.

Anyway! Just wanna see the Chain be supportive, some realizing there are terms for how they feel that Player is happy to tell them more about, some not quite understanding but they're not hurting anyone so who cares?

If you don't wanna do this kinda thing because you're worried it might cause dysphoria or you just don't like writing this type of content or something, feel free to ignore. This has been my attempting of copying 3 am me.

-Fruit Anon

FIRST WOULD LIKE TO INFORM PEOPLE THIS WAS SENT IN BEFORE I PUT UP THE GERUDO POST AND TAG SO DON'T WORRY! I'VE ONLY JUST GOT TO IT BECAUSE I'VE BEEN A BIT OVERWHELMED WITH THE ASKS SENT IT! (I've never had more than like 1) I WILL USE A DIFFERENT SCENARIO FOR THIS :D

ONCE AGAIN FRUIT THANK YOU FOR THE MEMES! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!

Also Genderfluid Player? You're coming after my own heart Fruit! Literally will give it to you still beating if you really wanted it.

Now, this scenario but instead, they're in a different Hyrule (I'm gonna go with Wars) and they need to sneak into some fancy banquet (No I don't know why and no I'm not gonna make an idea for why) and they decide that there's too many of them. There are nine heroes, they're going to be the light of the night, no one's going to be able to leave except for the Player who isn't very confident about their abilities to do a stealth mission alone.

"So, why don't you guys like, I don't know- dress up in disguises?"

"Oh? And what disguises do you suggest?"

"Dress up as women?"

"...You're joking, right?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

Then they basically shapeshift (Don't tell the church) and now they're dressed as feminine as possible, makeup, beautiful dress that drags, head made pretty- the whole shebang.

The Chain decides it's probably for the best if they do go in disguised. Wild is picked, so is Legend and Hyrule (Wars would have been picked but he needs to attend as himself because it's his Hyrule- The Player did do his makeup for it though which he loved (Argue with a wall))

The four of the wonder off while everyone else is distracting the people, because who cares about the Heroes' dates? We want to talk with the men who saved Hyrule! (And from out of time) so the four of them are on a stealth mission and I can see Wild or Hyrule asking about how they're so good with this stuff- the dress, makeup, etc. when they've been presenting as male the entire time they've been with them.

"In my era, the concept of gender has been questioned throughout history, more so in modern society and I just don't see myself aligning with any sort of group" They explain as they sneak into another room "I'm a guy, I'm a girl, I'm neither, I'm both- I just don't see the point of putting a label on myself like that, so I'm flexible with how I present myself"

Their hands run over the dress, a smile forming "I'm been wanting to present as feminine for a while now but it would have been awkward, such a large male following and a single girl? It would have looked suspicious- but I'm so glad I've been able to finally dress how I've wanted to"

They glance between one another, sucking up your words before Legend just kinda whispers "I...know what you mean"

Wild pipes up in agreement.

Maybe even Hyrule just "I don't know exactly how you feel but....I wasn't always a boy"

And they all have this mutual understanding and respect for one another. Even Legend and Player aren't too iffy with each other as much.

(GUYS THESE ARE JUST PERSONAL HEADCANONS! THEY WON'T BE IN THE STORY BUT I CAN DO REQUESTS FOR THEM IF YOU REALLY WANT)

#cloud answers #Anon asks